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Sleepover Mff [The party didn't work for my drunk sun, but the sleepover with his girls certainly worked for me.} My son Charly was having his 14th birthday party at home. As his mum was away on business, I decided to let him have his fun alone and I'd booked into a nearby motel for the night. I'd left the motel number at the house in case something went wrong. I had dinner from the local takeaway where I chatted up a lovely young waitress while waiting for my meal to be prepared. Just as I was about to give her my room number and invite her round later, her massive football player boyfriend came by to pick her up. As she said goodbye in a cheery voice, he looked daggers at me. Back in the room, I settled down to eat and watch some TV. There were live adult movies screening for free so I was soon idly stroking my hard cock while watching several teen pornstars getting various parts of their bodies fitted with big cocks. The meal tasted really good and I licked my fingers, also tasting my pre-cum which was flowing freely. After I'd cleared the remains of the meal into the bin, I washed up and settled down to masturbate to another movie before going to sleep. I was well into my delicious stroking session and the feelings were building up nicely when my mobile rang. I saw that it was my home phone. "Charly," I growled into the phone, "What the hell's up?" A sweet female voice answered. "Oh, sorry, Mr. Johnson," she said, "This is Katy, you know, Charly's friend from school." I remembered Katy, an older school friend of my son's who also played tennis. I was still slowly stroking my hard cock. "I'm sorry too, Katy. I thought Charly was going to tell me he'd broken something important at the house." "Oh, no. Nothing like that," the girl chuckled. "Actually..." she hesitated. "What's happened?" I asked impatiently, my cock now starting to dwindle. "Well, Mr. Johnson. Charly got drunk - very very drunk. He's now passed out and we've put him to bed. We got all the others to go, but we're still here without a lift." "Who are `we'?" I asked gently. "Oh, just Carla, Cindy and me. We're all Charly's mates from tennis. You remember us?" "Yes, I think I remember the three of you," I agreed, my cock remembering and surging with arousal. If it was the three that I thought they were, they were the prettiest trio of young girls I'd ever met. I remember thinking how very lucky Charly was to have them as friends. "So, why did you call? Can you not call your folks and get them to pick you up?" "My parents and Cindy and Carla's are away together at a holiday resort. That's why we were happy when Charly invited us to stay over. But once he'd passed out, we didn't think it was the best thing to do," the young girl explained, "stay around, I mean". I had no idea that Charly had told them they could sleepover - the naughty guy. I was beginning to wonder about my son as I'd already caught him once with a young girl sitting on his cock and riding it like a wild thing. I remembered that I'd been peeping through his bedroom door that he'd left partly opened. The girl had seen me and grinned while she began to orgasm. Now, I soon had a thoroughly hard cock again. "OK, Katy. What would you like me to do?" I asked, not sure what I would prefer. "Could you come home and take us back to my place?" she asked. "I have a key anyway." "I'm booked into a motel for the night. You know Karen is away on business." "Yes, Charly said you were probably laying some young chick for the night," she giggled. "Well, I'm not - the cheeky boy. I'll have words with him..." "It's OK, Mr. Johnson. I remember your eyes when you caught us doing it," the girl giggled. "I liked you watching!" It was Katy who'd been riding my son that time - Oh, no. What should I do now? "Look, Katy, I'll just settle my account here and I'll be back in about 15 minutes. Can you and the others get ready to leave, please." "Sure, Mr. Johnson, anything you want," agreed the girl. "We'll be ready to leave." I shut off my phone and sat on the bed, my hand idly stroking my rock hard cock. I knew that If I'd cum already, I'd be going to sleep, but...I'd been interrupted. I packed up my little case and told the reception that the room was now free, if they needed it. The grumpy janitor looked at me in disgust as I left. It took me 15 minutes to get home. As I pulled into the driveway, there were bottles and cans everywhere. I'd told Charly that he had to clear everything up for the morning, so I just left it all there. A young girl stood at the doorway, her bag over her shoulder. "Hello, Mr. Johnson. I'm Katy," she smiled. She was stunningly beautiful, tall and slim with a body that was barely concealed in a thin nightdress that ended at her knees. I gasped a little and then said "Hi." She moved aside to let me into the house, where there were two other young girls, almost equally attractive and both dressed in night clothes. "We were actually almost ready for bed when Charly passed out," explained Katy, while the other two girls just smiled and stood looking at me. "That's Carla, and this is Cindy," she indicated the younger girl last. "I asked you to be ready to leave," I said, quite roughly. "We talked about it and wondered whether it might be better if we did just stay here, under your protection. In our own houses we'd be all alone and anyone could...well, you know!" "You being a respectable married man and..." added Carla. "We'd trust you," Cindy assured me. I looked at my watch. It was past midnight and I wondered what the police would think if they stopped me with three gorgeous girls late at night. "Perhaps..." I pondered, actually wondering whether I could take advantage of the girls, who all looked more than willing. "You could stay, and perhaps you could help clear up in the morning." "Oooo, yes, that would be great," enthused Katy. "We already know where Charly was going to get us to sleep." "In his bed, I suppose," I grinned, half-expecting them to say `no'. "We were going to take it in turns," blushed Cindy. "Team-tag him," giggled Carla. "You what?" I was astonished. My son was only 13 - did he take after me that way too? I was a very horny guy from age 11 and had enjoyed about 20 girls in my early teens, several of them in groups. "You know, Mr. Johnson, one of us fuck him then let the next one in. He's great at cumming lots of times," chuckled Katy. "But he ruined our evening by getting so drunk," Carla was clearly disappointed. "Now we'll just have to go to sleep." "Charly will have a lot to answer for when he wakes up from his stupor," I agreed. "OK. Now the three of you get off to bed. There is a spare room next to Charly's in which the bed is always made up. I'll bring my stuff in and I'll see you girls in the morning." "It's already morning," giggled Katy as she watched me go back out to the car. When I returned, the house was quiet. I found it difficult to believe that the girls had just done as I asked, but perhaps they were tired from their efforts during the party. I went to the master bedroom, undressed and turned off the light. The house remained quiet. I was not sure how long I'd been asleep when I felt the bed covers being moved. "Charly!" I cried softly. "What the hell...?" "Shhhhh," said a soft female voice. "You're always blaming Charly!" I realized that this was Katy. She'd sneaked into my room and was now sliding her gorgeous body alongside mine. I felt the thin material of her nightdress and all her lovely body beneath. "Ooooo, you're naked," she cried, running her hands all over my body, "and hard!" her fingers grasped onto my erect cock and she squeezed it firmly. "Charly says you're good with women. Are you good with girls too?" She quickly ducked under the covers and I soon felt the warmth of her young mouth envelope the distended head of my large cock. She clung to my cock shaft and in rhythm with her mouth began to stroke me expertly. After about two minutes of this exquisite massage, she came up for air, kissing me deliciously on the lips, our tongues immediately fighting for supremacy. She won! "You are very big and extremely hard," she smiled. "Just like Charly told us!" I didn't have time to say anything as she ducked down and was soon sucking me deep inside her lovely mouth again. I murmured, "I've not had a young girl like you for years," as she giggled with her mouth full of cock. She moaned deeply and pushed my cock even deeper inside her mouth. I was in ecstasy. I managed to open my eyes, just in time to catch a glimpse of someone at the door. Katy must have left it open and there were two little faces watching - Cindy and Carla. I decided to ignore them, but slowly pushed back the covers so that my upper body was uncovered. I saw both girls mouths open wide as they saw what their friend had stuffed in her mouth. I smiled down at Katy as she looked up at me. She took my cock from her mouth briefly. "Am I doing alright?" she asked, innocently. "No!" I grinned. "You're doing brilliantly. Keep going!" The gorgeous young girl giggled as she pushed her mouth back over my hard cock, gurgling as she pushed me deeper than ever. I'm sure my cockhead hit the back of her throat and she gagged a bit. I peeped at the door again to see Cindy and Carla looking intently at the show Katy was giving them. I pushed the covers back even more to uncover us both completely and then lie back to enjoy what Katy was doing to my throbbing cock. Her hands and mouth were taking me now very quickly towards orgasm. Suddenly she stopped and moved up to kiss me again. "You were about to cum, weren't you?" she giggled. "Um, yes. You were doing so well," I murmured as my impending orgasm almost just burst. "I sucked Charly earlier when he was drunk - he didn't know but he still filled my mouth with his cum!" the young girl said, amazing me. "Now I want your cum in my pussy." Without waiting for my response, she straddled me, lifting her little nightdress to reveal a beautiful cleanly shaved young pussy. Holding her pussy lips open, she immediately sat on the head of my cock. I expected to feel some resistance, but she was so well lubricated that my big cock slipped slowly but smoothly right up inside her silky pussy. She groaned loudly and I saw out of the corner of my eye her friends looking with wide open eyes. Her movements while sitting on me were small, but her pussy muscles were massaging my shaft extremely well. I was going to cum, and very soon. "Um. Katy?" I moaned. "You're going to make me cum real soon." "I know," giggled the delicious young girl, "and you're going to squirt it right up inside my pussy." "I hope you're on the pill," I managed to gurgle, just as my orgasm burst. "Oh yes, yes, yes," the girl cried as she too exploded into orgasm. My cum spurted up inside her and then dribbled out of the confined space, covering the junction of our bodies with white cream. I wasn't sure whether her cry was in answer to my question or just from sheer pleasure, but I was sure she had enjoyed our love-making. As my orgasm calmed down, I peeked at the door again, to find it had been closed and we were alone again. My cock did not lose it's firmness inside the tight pussy of my new lover, and she started to ride me again. "You are greedy," I giggled, stopping her movements and easing her slowly from my cock. A huge gush of cum mixed with her juices poured out of her hot pussy. "You need to get a towel to clean me off, then go back to your room," I ordered, gently and with a smile. "Can't I stay with you?" she appealed. "Uh no, I don't think you should. Your friends will be wondering what's been going on." "No they won't. Didn't you see them watching? I told them I was going to ride you. They want some fun too. Charly had promised." The amazing girl had wanted her friends to watch. Now perhaps I should let her stay, to protect me from the other two, who probably wanted to enjoy me too. "Go back to your room," I commanded, watching her face for disappointment. There was plenty. "And bring Cindy and Carla back with you." Her face was a picture of delight and pure lust. "Can we all enjoy you together?" she cried, so excited now. "I'd like to try each of the other two first, before you get another go, you greedy minx." We both laughed. Katy got up from me and found a towel to mop up our cum juices. She very tenderly cleaned me up. "Like to lick my pussy clean?" she offered with a wicked grin. "Later, you naughty girl. Now off with you!" She rubbed her pussy gently with the towel, her eyes opening with pleasure. Then she stopped and left the room. I covered myself with the bedclothes again and waited. In fact, I waited and waited, probably half an hour, and still no-one came in. I decided to get up and investigate. I slipped into a silk gown and crept out. Soon I could hear noises from my son's room. Had the young girls gone to wake up Charly? The light was on when I got to his door and slowly pushed it open. The three girls were all grouped around the naked body of my son. His hard cock was inside Carla's mouth, while Cindy was slowly stroking it very lovingly. Katy saw me and giggled. "Oh, Mr. Johnson. We decided to enjoy Charly again before he woke up. He was already hard in his sleep," she explained. "Actually, he wasn't," cried Cindy. "But Katy started to suck it and it soon swelled." "Make him cum, Carla," urged Katy, her fingers busily stroking her own clit. Carla could only gurgle as my son's cock was so deep inside her mouth. She seemed to be loving it. Even after cumming so hard with Katy not too long before, my cock was as hard as ever, sticking out from the gown. Katy noticed and moved quickly over to me. "Make him cum!" she commanded to Carla, as she pushed my hard cock straight into her mouth again. I groaned noisily, delighted at her attention, watching as Carla's young mouth suddenly bulged full. Charly was cumming in her mouth. She pulled off his cock with a cry of surprise and his cum just kept spurting. Cindy kept on stroking his cock and soon her hand was covered in his cum. She had a very satisfied smile on her face, "She's never seen a cock before," explained Katy, lifting her mouth from my throbbing cock. "Until tonight!" The young girl looked again at Katy, who was slowly stroking my shaft. "Me and Carla taught her how to do that when we did Charly earlier," grinned the precocious girl holding my cock. "Cindy is a virgin?" I queried. "Technically, yes. But she's had all sorts of things. Just not a guy's cock - yet!" grinned Carla, licking Charly's cum from her lips. Charly was still completely passed out - I wondered how he would feel when he finally did wake up, after having cum twice without knowing about it - and inside such delicious girl's mouths too. It was a young guy's dream. I didn't know whether I'd tell him. The girls gathered round me, all of them swapping their hands and mouths around on my cock. Even Cindy took the head of my cock inside her mouth, although very briefly. "He tastes of your pussy, Katy," the youngest girl giggled. The girls all smiled at each other. Katy stood up in front of me and kissed me deeply. "Would you like to enjoy all three of us now?" How could I refuse such an offer? I held out my hands and they were eagerly grabbed by Carla and Cindy. Katy put her arm round me from behind, grabbing at my cock. We walked across the hallway to the master bedroom where there was a distinct smell of cum. I stood beside the bed and indicated for the three girls to sit on the bed in front of me. They did this, looking up at me expectantly. My cock was still sticking straight out from between the folds of the gown. "Will you please undress for me?" I asked them, gently. Only wearing her little nightdress, Katy was the first to sit again, now completely naked. Carla took a few seconds longer, but her nightdress was not much longer and she was also naked underneath. Hers was an even more exquisite body, with firm young breasts and also a cleanly shaved pussy. I looked down at Cindy, who was slowly pulling her nightdress off, with her back turned towards me. I just had time to admire her tight young bum when she turned round to me with a loud "Ta da!" I giggled and then gasped as I took in the sheer beauty of this 13 year old girl. She had much larger breasts than either of the other older girls, and her slim body was just perfectly proportioned. She was a gem! They were now sitting in a row before me; three eager faces and three fantastically sexy bodies. "Would you like me to lick each of you in turn, until you cum?" I asked, quietly. "Mmmmmmm, that would be lovely," they all agreed. Katy was on the left, so I started with her. I knelt before her, gently pulling her legs apart until her pussy flower opened up before me. The other two girls giggled excitedly as I leaned my face in towards the gorgeous girl's pussy, with my tongue out. I could smell her arousal mixed with my cum as I got closer. She moaned in anticipation and spread her legs even wider, her pussy gaping open for me. My tongue touched her young pussy and she gasped with pleasure. I explored her pussy lips gently, teasing them further open and then searching upwards towards her clit. The girl was groaning and moaning loudly with pleasure and I felt the other two girls moving closer to watch what I was doing to their friend. Excitedly, they began to caress Katy's legs and then her little breasts. Cindy moved behind me and then sat on the far side of Katy, her big eyes smiling at me as I looked up. Her hands went onto Katy's breast and she sexily squeezed the other girl's nipple. Katy grunted with pleasure and Cindy squeezed even harder. I guessed these girls had done this sort of thing before, but perhaps amongst themselves, and without a guy. I began to lick at Katy's clit with a slow insistent rhythm, feeling her quickly building up towards an orgasm. Her hands came down onto my head, pulling me tighter against her. My tongue was teasing her now, feeling that she was close and wanting to prolong her pleasure. "Make her cum!" urged Carla, squeezing Katy's nipple now on her side. Katy tensed and groaned, then exploded into a huge orgasm, sending out a gush of her juices all over my face. She cried and moaned loudly, writhing between her two friends and myself. "Oh wow!" she eventually exclaimed. "I've never cum that hard." She looked at my face, completely covered in her cum juices. "And I've never squirted before either!" she giggled. "Are you alright, Mr. Johnson?" "I couldn't be more alright. I've just licked one of the sexiest girls in the world to a huge orgasm. How could it be better?" "When you make me cum," suggested Carla, quietly. She moved in front of me, spreading her legs very wide apart. As with Katy, her pussy lips slowly opened and then revealed her flower to me. She was gorgeous and, seemingly, very wet too. "Please be gentle," she cooed, lying back completely relaxed. I moved between her thighs, bending my head down to smell her arousal. I now had the pleasure of licking a second extremely horny young girl - I was going to enjoy this! Katy, still in a bit of a dream after her big orgasm, lie beside her friend, slowly caressing her tight breasts. Cindy was stroking her sister's legs, but then decided to kneel on the floor beside me. As I began to explore her sister's soaking pussy, the youngest girl's fingers searched between the folds of my gown and grasped my hard and throbbing cock shaft. Gently, she began to stroke my erection, quite expertly, as if she'd been shown how to do it properly. It was difficult to concentrate on licking her sister's pussy and clit while Cindy was so deliciously tormenting my hard cock. But even my gentle touch on her sexy pussy was sending Carla into ecstasy. She was moaning and groaning at high volume, making sometimes muffled noises. When I broke contact with Carla's pussy and looked up, I saw that she and Katy were engrossed in a deeply passionate kiss. That seemed to harden my cock even more as Cindy squeezed and played with it even more energetically. I resumed licking Carla and began to stroke her clit. She grunted, wriggled and moaned, tensing her thighs and then cumming hard and long. Cindy had stopped her stroking of my cock to sit up and watch her older sister enjoy her big orgasm. She had a wonderful grin on her face as she clambered onto the bed and sat facing me, spreading her legs slowly and erotically. "My turn now, Mr. Johnson," she grinned. I guess I should have been used to there being three naked young girls in my bedroom by now, but I gasped again at the sheer beauty of the 13-year-old's body. I wanted to feast on her breasts and chew her nipples until she squealed with delight and only after savoring every part of her body would I want to devote myself to her clit and pussy. Katy, sitting up for the first time since her huge orgasm, giggled. "She is totally gorgeous, isn't she, Mr. Johnson?" the older girl asked, laughing. "Apart from you and Carla, she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," I agreed, running my hands along the insides of Cindy's trembling thighs and watching her face light up with pleasure. "But she has larger boobs than both of us," grinned Carla, finally sitting up after her own orgasm. "And she cums so hard," added Katy. "We like to use her as our play toy!" "I can imagine that," I responded. I looked deep into Cindy's eyes and all I could see was pure lust. She wanted to cum. I pushed her legs a little further apart, watching her pussy flower open. She was deliciously pink inside and dribbling juices. Her aroma was awe-inspiring and I quickly pushed my face between her thighs. She giggled and grabbed my head, pulling me closer to her pussy. I could not believe how large her clit was when my tongue touched her. "She loves being licked - by us - but she's never had a guy do it before," warned Katy. "She has a treat waiting for her," giggled Carla. "He made me cum so well!" The two older girls lie alongside Cindy, gently stroking her body, and concentrating on her wonderful breasts. They had her nipples standing out like little mountains in no time. I so wanted to such and chew on them. My tongue was now stroking across the young girl's clit - gently and slowly. I could feel like there was a large dam about to burst inside her. She was becoming more and more tense and wriggling under my tongue. Her moans rose in intensity and pitch as she tried to push her pussy almost through my face. I was in paradise, tasting the fruit from an as-yet unopened flower. She was delicious, sexy and oh so ready to explode. I moved one hand along the inside of her thigh, right up to her pussy and slipped one finger slowly inside her. She was so wet, I was practically swimming in her juices. But I pushed further in, until my hand was jammed against her body. She groaned deliciously, obviously loving it, and her pussy went into little spasms that shot up and down my finger. I continued to lick her slowly and gently, feeling her excitement rising and her pussy changing texture as she became increasingly excited. This girl was going to blow her mind, when I eventually made her cum. Her clit was now so engorged that it felt like a large pebble under my tongue. As I stroked across and round it, Cindy emitted little squeals of pleasure. Her breathing became rapid, her thighs crushed my head against her and she pulled on my hair as her body literally exploded into orgasm. Her juices gushed then squirted over my face then all over my body as I moved my face and hands away to watch her lovely young body go into a writhing wave of ecstasy. Both Carla and Katy gasped in amazement as their friend orgasmed wildly and with obvious delight. They tried to hold onto her, but she wriggled so violently that she finally fell from the bed onto the floor, in a wiggly, writhing mass of gorgeous nakedness. I had seen girls orgasm before, but this young gem went further than any others. After what seemed like minutes, she finally began to calm down, with a broad smile on her lovely face. "Oh wow!" she managed to giggle and look at me. "That was just incredible. Can we do that again soon?" We all laughed. "Sure we can, when you recover," I smiled tenderly at her, holding my hand out to pull her up and let her sit back on the bed. "What would you like to do now, Mr. Johnson?" asked Katy, with a wicked grin. I glanced at the clock. It was already 2 am, but it didn't look like any of us was ready for sleeping. My cock was like a steel rod, throbbing between my legs and ready for anything. "I guess I would like to make love to you all, but how am I going to manage that?" "We could line up our pussies on the bed and you could do it down the line and back," suggested Carla. "Ooo, yessss," giggled Katy. "Carla and I did that with Charly last week when you were out, but he only lasted a couple of times then came all over us." "He's not done it with me tho," interrupted Cindy. "No, darling," Carla put in. "You've been too young and scared to join us until today." "It was fun watching you two and doing Charly. And I trust Mr. Johnson," admitted the lovely 13 year-old. "We do too," agreed the other two, smiling such sexy smiles at me. Without another word, the girls sat on the edge of the bed, then lie back on it, spreading their legs and intertwining them so that their three pussies were wide open and staring at me, ready for my cock. I slipped my gown off my shoulders and my cock surged into an extremely hard state, sticking up in front of their eyes. They all looked at it adoringly. "Where shall I start?" I asked them. Not surprisingly, they all cried, "Me!" I moved to the top of the bed, where Katy was first and held my cock out towards her. "She's had it already," called Carla, from the other end. "Yes," I replied, "But I know I fit inside her. You other two might be more difficult. I'll start here." Katy smiled and held her arms out in welcome. I stood before her, my cock probably feeling harder than it had ever felt before. I bent over, pushing my cock towards her pussy. She sat up a little to grab my hard shaft with both hands, directing it closer to her waiting hole. My cockhead touched her pussy then I slowly pushed against her as she opened up for it. I slowly increased the pressure until my cock began to penetrate her gorgeous young body. Her pussy was silky smooth, from her juices and arousal, no doubt and my cock slid straight into her in a single slow thrust. She giggled and groaned as I just kept pushing until I was inside her pussy right up to my balls. "It fits so well," she gasped, relaxing as I slowly began to push in and out of her excited body. I could feel that I would not last very long as the muscles in her pussy channel were already starting to massage my cock shaft extremely well. I gave her another minute or so of gentle thrusting, then I stopped. "Next please," I grinned, sliding my cock out of Katy's pussy and moving along to stand between the youngest girl's legs. Even after about five minutes, Cindy was still enjoying her orgasmic spasms and I could see her pussy moving wildly. This was going to be a wild ride. "She's not..." warned Carla. "I know," I whispered softly. "I will be very gentle." I positioned my hard cock at the entrance to the young girl's body, realising that she was going to the first virgin I'd had since I was 15. MY cock head was throbbing almost painfully and I hoped I could control myself when inside her. I pushed very gently and with both older girls watching intently, my cock began to slide inside the very young girl's pussy. It was a wonderful feeling, her pussy walls so silky and obviously ready for this moment. I looked up at her lovely big breasts and now I could actually lean over her and suck each of her nipples in turn into my mouth as I pushed deeper and deeper inside her virgin pussy. As I expected, my sucking and chewing of her nipples almost made Cindy orgasm, so I stopped doing that before I wasted my time within her. "Just so beautiful," I murmured, moving back up so that I could now concentrate on sliding further inside her. Cindy grinned at me, then gasped as my cock encountered something inside her. "I broke my hymen ages ago," she said. "I think it's your cervix, you know, the bottom of your womb," I explained. "If it doesn't hurt, this might just feel incredible." "It already does," the young girl smiled. I pushed harder against the end of her womb and as I had wanted all my life, her cervix opened up to let my cock head inside. It only let me a little inside then the muscles clamped down, squeezing the tip in an excruciatingly pleasant grip. "I can't move now," I told the girl, "But if you can, you can massage my cock with your pussy. Try it!" "Go on," giggled Katy, caressing the girl's breasts. "It's supposed to be the ultimate feeling." "It is, it is!" gurgled Cindy, as she found out slowly how to move her internal muscles. It took a lot of effort, but soon I could feel ripples along my cock shaft. "That is just awesome," I groaned, as this amazing girl made waves along my cock. "Is she going to make you cum?" asked Carla, excitedly. "There's no doubt about that," I cried as the feelings accelerated inside me. "And I don't think I can stop her." My loud groan as I orgasmed would have wakened the dead, but my cock almost blew itself to pieces as my cum rushed up to the enclosed tip. Then there was a pause as Cindy also erupted into orgasm with a loud scream, her cervix releasing its grip on my cock so that my cum could shoot deep into her young womb. It felt like I'd filled her with an ocean of cum as my cock just kept pumping and pumping away inside her. But even more exciting was the fact that both Carla and Katy were hanging onto their friend and fighting to avoid her falling off the bed while still impaled on my cock. I looked down at her as she began to calm down. There was cum oozing out from her pussy alongside my cock shaft, but I was still; hard inside her. Luckily I could now move a little and a gentle thrusting movement seemed to calm her even further. "I think I achieved my aim!" I grinned, looking at the two older girls. "You sure did," agreed Katy. "Yea. My sister's not a virgin any more," added Carla. I slowly withdrew my cock from the young girl's pussy. "Look at all that cum!" squealed Katy as a river of cum began to pour from Cindy's pussy. Both her and Carla dived down between Cindy's legs and began to lick up my cum. They then both sat up and swopped my cock between their mouths as they cleaned it up. "You taste so good, Cindy," giggled Katy, her mouth and face covered in the mixture of my cum and the young girl's juices. She kissed Carla wildly, with my cock bobbing before their eyes. I could not lose this erection! After a while of sensuous kissing, Carla broke the kiss and looked up at me. "One to go, Mr. Johnson," she grinned wickedly. "Can you turn round, Carla?" I asked gently. The girl looked at me questioningly. "I'd liked to try making love with you from the back. They call it doggy style." "Mmmmmmm. I think I'd like that," agreed the girl, turning her pretty butt towards me and leaning over on the bed. She was not tall so I almost had to go down on my knees to put my cock at her pussy entrance. Katy saw my problem and helped by pushing her hands on my cock shaft until the head lodged into her friend's pussy. I pushed gently and, as with the other two, my cock, big tho it was, began to slide easily inside this delicious young body. Now, with her impaled on my cock, I could straighten my legs, lifting her feet from the floor. She cried in alarm, but as my cock buried deeper inside her, she realized that she was just getting more and more pleasure. Hanging on my cock, the young girl felt very lightweight, and her pussy was spasming all over my cock shaft already. "You know I'm cumming, don't you?" she cried back between her legs. "I can feel your spasms," I agreed. "It's like a continual gentle orgasm," Carla explained. "Just wait and see what happens." With me just holding my cock deep inside her and her body wriggling gently, this orgasm seemed to continue for several minutes. "Amazing," cried Carla again. "It just won't stop!" "Katy," I called to her friend, "Do you want to cum again?" The girl nodded eagerly and grinned. "Go and lie underneath Carla and get her to lick your pussy." Katy didn't need asking twice. She immediately jumped onto the bed and spread her legs under Carla's face. Carla was still enjoying her long orgasm, but she still bent down further and began to lick her girlfriend. Groans of pleasure soon filled the air, from Carla and Katy, as I began to move my cock gently in and out of Carla's soaking pussy. There was no way I would cum within half an hour with the juicy state of this young girl's pussy and my previous big orgasm inside her young sister, but that would just enhance the older girl's experience. My cock could now move freely inside Carla as she had braced herself on the bed while licking Katy. I held her buttocks and squeezed them while literally ramming (but gently) my cock into her pussy. This was a ride due to last for ages. I began to wonder whether I'd have to stamina to keep it up. I needn't have worried tho. Every two minutes or so, Carla would explode into another long drawn-out orgasm, crying and moaning with her pleasure. Katy also began to cum, probably every 5 to 10 minutes, each time squealing and crying with delight. My cock was bathing in female ecstasy, long-term! With each of her orgasms, my cock seemed to get harder and harder until I felt like I was pushing a steel rod into a wall, but such a soft willing wall. I was holding onto her hips and I began to pull her back onto my cock with each inward thrust, enjoying her gasps of delight. Carla continued to enjoy orgasm after orgasm, but I could feel that her body was becoming more limp. She stopped licking Katy, who had by now almost passed out with her own orgasms. Carla finally cried out, "Stop...please, Mr. Johnson!" I stopped and slowly lowered her to the floor. She looked back at me, with a smile. "I want to ride you now, just like Katy was doing earlier when we were peeking," she suggested. I allowed her to slowly slide her pussy off my still rock-hard cock. It was dripping with her juices, which Cindy, suddenly coming awake, rushed to lick off. The delectable Carla took my hand and made me sit on the bed. "Can we try it this way...first?" she asked, clambering across my knees and almost immediately sinking my cock straight back inside her again. It was delicious to have this young excited girl sitting across my knees and enjoying my cock. She bounced up and down slowly, letting my cock sink deep into her. "Mmmmmm, that's great," she giggled. "Now lie back and let me really ride you!" This lovely girl knew what she wanted, even tho it might be her first time. I let her push me back on the bed then lift my legs as she wriggled across with my cock still safely impaled inside her pussy. She kept making delicious groaning noises and her pussy kept squeezing along my shaft. I was sure she was about to orgasm. When I was lying completely flat on the bed with Cindy astride my legs, she began to bounce up and down quite vigorously, sinking down to drive my cock deep inside her and then lifting up until only the head was between her pussy lips. She began to orgasm continuously but gently. This was wonderful and I could feel my orgasm beginning from somewhere deep down. Suddenly, the world went black as a delicious smell reaches my nose. I had no time to react as a very wet pussy sat down on my face. "Please lick me, Mr. Johnson," urged Katy, already drowning me with her lovely juices. My cock swelled enormously inside Carla as I began to enjoy the taste and texture of Katy's pussy again. Her clit found my tongue easily and she began to stroke herself along the tip, squealing with delight. "Oh, yes, Mr. Johnson. Right there, right there!" she groaned loudly. "Ooo, cum on him!" cried the little Cindy, who I'd almost forgotten as she'd been so quiet. Carla was enjoying herself so much that I don't think she even knew Katy was sitting on my face, but now I couldn't see anything. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the amazing sensations. Katy exploded into another huge orgasm, gushing a massive quantity of her juices all over my face and crying loudly with her pleasure. Cindy cried with her, perhaps enjoying another orgasm of her own. Carla was beside herself with lust when Katy got off me and lie beside us both. With one delectable young girl lying naked beside me on one side, it was with great pleasure that I wrapped my arm around the younger Cindy as she came up onto the bed too. She was looking with love at her sister as she rode me and Cindy cuddled up really tightly to me. I knew my orgasm was still some way off, but I didn't want Carla to stop. "Perhaps we can change position?" I called. Somehow I broke through the haze of her lust and she stopped riding me. "OK, Mr. Johnson. How do you want to do it now?" giggled the horny little girl. "Lie here between Katy and your sister, and I'll think of something," I suggested. Now with three naked girls lying in a row on my bed, I was in paradise. I moved between Carla's long legs and lifted them apart and upwards, positioning my cock at her now exposed and lovely pussy. I pushed my hard cock inside her opening and drove it in quite deeply in a single thrust. I watched her eyes open really wide. I pushed her legs towards her head, so that she was bent almost double. She was flexible enough to do this without any complaints. When I pushed even deeper into her, she opened her eyes wider still and gasped. "Oh wow! That's so deep!" she gurgled, "You're coming out of my ears!" I laughed and then began to slide my cock slowly and deeply in and out of this extremely sexy girl. Katy and Cindy were caressing her and holding onto her legs now, leaving me to support myself on my arms while I enjoyed Carla's pussy. Now I knew my orgasm would build quite quickly. She was gasping and moaning with each of my deep thrusts. Her pussy was a delight to feel along my throbbing shaft and I knew I was going to enjoy filling up the third one of my girls for today. Carla got into a great rhythm pushing her body back at me while I now leaned on her legs, pushing her butt even higher and driving into her even deeper. Her cries reached ecstasy level and she peaked with a shrill scream as she orgasmed wildly under me. Juices squirted out between her pussy walls and my cock which I just kept thrusting into her, until with a roar of pleasure I too erupted, spurting my cum over and over again deep inside this amazing young girl's pussy. I slowly released her legs and she relaxed as her orgasm calmed somewhat. I collapsed on top of her exquisite breasts, feeling her hard nipples against my chest. Our lips met and she kissed me passionately, while Katy and Cindy caressed us both lovingly. There was now a delicious satisfied ache in my balls and I knew I was done for the night. From the looks on the girl's faces as Carla and I broke our kiss, they were totally satisfied too. I showered myself (alone) and then made sure that all three girls showered and washed their pussies well before I let them join me in bed. We cuddled up together, all naked, and fell into a deliciously dreamy sleep. What would the morning bring? When I awoke, I was alone. It was 6 am. I was shocked. How could the girls leave me asleep without at least saying thanks for such an evening? However, as I slowly got up, still naked, and moved towards the open door, I could hear soft moans and cries from somewhere outside. Were the girls enjoying themselves without me? Somehow, I doubted that, but in any case, my cock arose once more into a firm erection. There was no-one in the passageway, but I noticed that my son's bedroom door was open. That's where the sounds were coming from. I moved silently along the corridor and peeked in the door. I guess I was not totally surprised to see Katy with her mouth full of my son's cock. But I was quite surprised to see Carla lying alongside Charly, her legs wide open, with her lovely sister Cindy pistoning a large, or actually huge, strap-on into Carla's pussy. I grinned at the sight, slowly grabbing my throbbing cock and stroking it gently. It was awesome to watch these young people having such wonderful sexy fun. The cries and groans were coming from Cindy and Carla, while Katy could only grunt with her mouth full of Charly's hard cock. Was he awake? He must have been with all that movement on the bed beside him, but he was showing no signs of life as Katy expertly sucked his cock deep into her mouth. Suddenly, Katy caught my eye watching her intently and she broke off from sucking Charly to smile at me. "He's gonna cum soon," she giggled, her hands massaging along his fat cock sensuously. Cindy stopped pounding into her sister and turned to look at me, with a huge grin. "Mr. Johnson, welcome back. You did us proud last night, we couldn't wait to start again, but you were asleep." She pulled the strap-on out of her sister's dripping pussy, and Carla sat up and waved at me. "When you're not around from now on, Mr. Johnson, I will have to have something hard inside me. I couldn't wait!" the gorgeous talented girl explained. Suddenly Katy cried, "Here it cums." She pumped deliciously on Charly's cock and it began to spew out huge volumes of cum, which cascaded onto her belly. All three girls leant down and began to lick up his cum with great enthusiasm. All I could see were three delicious naked young girl butts looking at me. Charly was still not waking - he must have really drunk himself into a stupor. Sad for him. He was going to miss out again. When the girls had cleaned him up, I signaled to them to cover him up and to follow me back to my bedroom. "Now, girls," I began, as they lie beside me or at my feet, "do you just want to start again?" "Actually, no, Mr. Johnson. We've had enough hard cock for a while," said Katy with a mischievous grin. "We're gonna have some dessert." Within seconds, as if they'd planned this whole thing, the three girls were lying in a triangular daisy chain each licking another's pussy. I knew they'd be all wet, so I could just imagine the lovely taste each was getting. My cock started to ache with lust - for all of them. Quite soon, the youngest, Cindy, who was being licked by Katy, had to break away from licking her sister in order to cry out a big orgasm. Not too long after, first Katy, then Carla exploded into their own long delicious orgasms. But they didn't stop there. Wrapping themselves all round each other, they began to kiss, caress and play with each other's naked bodies until all I could see was a seething mass of young arms, legs, breasts and pussies. I wanted so much to join in, yet I also wanted to watch everything they were doing. It was an erotic sight I have never enjoyed more. Fingers dipped into pussies, hands caressed nipples, mouths kissed and explored everywhere. This superb spectacle continued for maybe 20 minutes, giving me lots of time to stroke my cock even more. Each girl orgasmed 2 or 3 times more, with cries, groans and moans of sensuous excitement. Their cum juices sprayed around and the bedclothes became soaked. It was a totally awesome sight. They began to calm down a little and I moved close to them, my hard cock firmly held out towards them, closing in on a gigantic orgasm. "Spray it on us," giggled Katy, turning her two friends towards my rapidly swelling cock. With a cry louder than I've ever made, I began to spurt, leaving my cock to lurch and shoot over them all. Cum sprayed into their faces and hair, onto their breasts and all over their bodies as they writhed in the pleasure. Then three mouths took over the job of draining my cock completely of being able to cum again - at least for some time. "Beautiful," I finally managed to murmur as they slowly released my cock from their avid and expert attentions. They left space for me to lie on the bed between Katy and Carla. Cindy moved so that she could lie between my legs, her lovely breasts cradling my still hard cock between them. They murmured and moaned with pleasure, rubbing my cum into each other's skin and licking other parts to enjoy the last remains. Now I didn't quite know what to do. Had they finished with me? Should I wake up Charly so he could give them even more pleasure? Or should I encourage them to explore each other more? After a while, with the girls still enjoying themselves and me, I had an idea. "Girls, would you like to go to a movie?" "Ooo, yes," grinned Katy sitting up. "Will you take us?" "Of course, but it will be a very special movie. One that I'm sure you'll enjoy." "You mean a porno movie?" asked Carla, excitedly. "Yes, but at a friend's house," I replied with a grin. "You have a friend who shows porno movies?" asked Cindy, not really believing me. "This friend is very special. It's a lady, and she only invites special friends." "You mean only girls?" queried Carla. "Actually no. Both guys and girls." "Mmmmmm," giggled Katy, "but we're too young for that." "Normally you would be - much too young, but I can call her and explain about you - that is if you're interested?" "We're interested!" they all chorused. "Please call her," urged Katy, he eyes alight with excitement. "You will have to promise to forget all your inhibitions and do just what you want to," I explained. "You mean...like an orgy?" giggled Cindy. "It might be," I said gently, "if this lady can arrange one in such a short time." "Please, please," laughed Carla, "Let's do it!" Still naked and still with a hugely erect cock, I picked up my cell phone from the bedside table and dialed Mandy. She ran a place that I frequented often when my wife was away. We'd even been there as a couple. It was classy with only top quality people attending, all super clean and nt into any pain or anything like that. They simply went to let off some sexual steam and enjoy others wanting to do the same. Mandy herself always joined in having an appetite for sex greater than even the three girls I was with. She listened carefully to my suggestion and I could feel she was getting into the idea. Mandy was a totally bi-sexual woman and I knew she especially liked young girls in her private moments. She finally said she'd do it. Could I wait until 2 pm, to give her time to call around. She said she'd have to put a high price on attendance, but as I'd suggested it and I was bringing the entre, so to speak, she was happy to get people there on time. I explained this to the girls and we decided that we'd rest up, get dressed and have breakfast without falling into any more sexual games. I have to admit that it was extremely difficult for me to keep my hands off the three gorgeous girls as they busied themselves around me. Even dressed, they looked delicious and my cock was aching to sample them again. Finally, Charly got up and looked around in astonishment at the three girls and me just eating breakfast. We'd decided that we wouldn't let Charly in on our secret, but that, if one of the girls felt in the mood too much, she could take Charly away and solve her problem, if she needed to. With the looks I was getting from the girls, I could see they were willing to hold on to their desires until later. Charly got himself together sufficiently to go off to college again by about midday. I congratulated them for their restraint and they all giggled sexily. I knew I could take all of them again in no time, if I suggested it, but I kept myself under control - well almost. My cock was throbbing wildly, and I had to have a kiss or two from each of them, every so often. I discovered that, although they'd all got dressed into tops and skirts, none of them was wearing panties and they all had very wet pussies in anticipation of what might happen at Mandy's place. My fingers played at each of their pussies occasionally during what seemed to be a very long wait until we had to leave at 1 pm. Finally, the time came and we all bundled into my sports car, Katy sitting beside me and the two sisters in the back. It was a lovely sunny warm day, so I dropped the hood and the wind excited us all even more as I drove slowly along the boulevard, out to Mandy's house high on the cliff. When they first saw Mandy, all of the girls just gasped. She looked stunning. She was a former supermodel and she'd kept her body and looks by hard work and fitness. She was wearing a simple very flimsy dress, and it looked like nothing else! Her long legs were awesome as always and I rushed up to kiss her. Our kiss lasted just a fraction too long perhaps and I got knowing looks from all three girls when I turned to introduce them. Mandy greeted them most enthusiastically, shepherding them inside and caressing them gently as they moved past her. I could see Katy's eyes light up with pleasure at her touch. "The rest will start arriving soon," Mandy explained, "And you girls are going to be the best they've ever seen." "Can we watch the movie now?" asked Cindy, excitedly. "Why not?" agreed Mandy, "The other's can join in without missing much." She took the girls and me down into her basement, which was fitted out like a super luxury cinema. There were dim red lights everywhere, and wide seats in rows not close together. "I've managed to get 15 altogether," Mandy whispered to me. "10 guys and 5 women. Is that enough?" "For their first time, sure, " I agreed. "I'm hoping they'll become regulars." "I especially like Katy. She looks ravenous!" whispered Mandy, eyeing the delicious girls as they took seats around the cinema. "I'll just turn on the movie. Wait a moment, girls, and we'll serve you drinks and some cool food," called Mandy as she disappeared into the darkness. It seemed that even in that short time, Mandy had been able to get her usual caterers organized. I knew that this would knock my girls socks off, if they'd been wearing any. I sat next to Katy, holding her hand while the girls all looked up expectantly at the screen. The movie started quite quickly, with no long credits or adverts. It was clearly going to be a porn movie, but one made at high cost and consequently of high quality, with no cheap tricks. I knew all about this movie as I was one of the participants, although the girls didn't know that - yet! The story line was actual and followed a couple on honeymoon, experiencing parties, nightclubs and restaurants. The woman involved as the main star was a girl I'd enjoyed many times. She was pretty and curvy, and she enjoyed orgasms. This was soon clear as she found a waiter attractive at the first meal time, and allowed herself to enjoy him at the back of the restaurant. The sex scene itself was slow, detailed and there was no acting involved - the couple were really enjoying the sex act together. The young stud was perfectly endowed with a large cock that stretched the young woman's pussy delightfully. I was soon fully aroused and it was clear to me that the girls were entranced. Perhaps it was their first chance of watching such a good porn movie together. Then other people began to filter into the cinema. They looked around and found the girls, moving into seats close to them. One young guy, who I knew was very wealthy, took Cindy's hand and led her to a special double seat to one side. Katy and Carla watched with interest as the young girl settled into his arms to watch the movie. Soon both of the other girls were taken away and seated apart from me, with attendant male partners. Mandy came to my side and sat on the arm of the chair with a broad grin on her face. "This looks like it's going to be a great success," she murmured. "Shall we celebrate?" "Sure," I grinned, pulling her onto my knees and kissing her with my usual passion. "But I want to watch my girls. I don't want them to be hurt." "They won't be!" she retorted. "I gave strict instructions that the fee would be doubled if any one got hurt or complained." At that moment, with Mandy squirming her sexy ass against my hard cock, two other girls came up beside us. "Hello, girls," cooed Mandy, embracing them with exceptional fervour. "These are my best." They were certainly extraordinarily attractive - both long willowy blondes - my pet fetish, if it is a fetish. Within seconds, both girls had eased my clothes off below the waist, and more than one hand was caressing my cock shaft deliciously. "Now don't waste him," warned Mandy as she lifted up her little dress. As I suspected, she was already naked underneath and as the girls positioned her over my erect cock, I knew I was going to enjoy this ride. My cock sank slowly into Mandy's silky pussy and I had a moment to glance over at Cindy. I guess I needn't have worried. She was actually standing in front of her guy, her clothes now off, He had his face buried in her pussy and she grinned and waved at me. Katy and Carla were similarly occupied with their guys, but it did look like Carla's guy's cock was absolutely huge. Mandy saw where I was looking. Her pussy clamped around my cock, bringing me back to her. "That's Marcus. He's got the biggest one I've ever seen. When he's ready to cum, we'll spotlight him and all watch," she giggled, beginning to slide my cock wonderfully in and out of her soaking pussy. "Darling," she gurgled, "You are, as usual, exceptional. Have you had those three girls all night?" "Yes, Mandy," I've enjoyed them all several times, thank you. But nothing is ever as good as your pussy." She giggled, but I was right. Of all the women I've had, I could never get as much pleasure from any of the others as Mandy could give. She was an extreme talent and I knew she worked on her physique to be able to control and manipulate her pussy muscles in ways no-one else could. (This will be continued if anyone is interested) [Anyone with any comments, or ladies/girls who would like to chat with me, please contact me on [email protected] - I would love to hear what you think about my stories. Thank you.]

ALLY AND DONNA MFF MF FF [This story was written for my friend Ashley and her long-time girlfriend Donna. It is my favorite story about 2 girls and a guy.] My favorite girl and her girlfriend were coming to stay for the weekend. Allison was a gorgeous young blonde who I'd met some time back and we'd been chatting many times since. We'd met a couple of times in motels for some lengthy and extremely enjoyable lovemaking. She'd been telling me about this girl Donna with whom she has been sharing a room at university for the last few months - telling me quite detailed stories of how their relationship was progressing - from their first kiss up to the heated and passionate lesbian love affair they were now having. Ally would often make me cum while we were chatting - with her lurid descriptions of how Donna would please her and vice versa. She was also liable to cum several times while chatting with me as she couldn't help but get horny herself while telling me about Donna. Our video chats were especially exciting as both of us like to show off on webcam. Ally had also sent me some innocent pics of Donna, showing that she was also a very attractive young lady. Now between us, we'd arranged for them both to visit. Ally had just told Donna that they'd be staying for lunch and a chat, but we had decided separately that we'd try to make sure that the two girls stayed overnight so we could really enjoy ourselves, and Donna could join in. Ally was sure that Donna would be easy to persuade - as she (Ally) had already told Donna of our delicious lovemaking while she and Donna had been lying in post-orgasmic bliss a couple of times. Ally told me that Donna was primed and ready for some hetero sex, although up till now she'd been exclusively lesbian. I was looking forward to `breaking in a new filly'!! I'd cleaned the house, made up three beds (just in case) and prepared a nice salad lunch for eating on my rather large private patio. I'd arranged some loungers in the sunny area on which I hoped to see the girls sunbathing during the afternoon, which was forecast to be very warm. Ally had promised to make sure that she and Donna brought along their briefest bikinis. The doorbell rang about half-an-hour early and I wondered whether my local girlfriend had decided to visit without telling me. That would have been a tricky situation as I'd not told her that Ally and Donna were visiting today - naughty me! Anyway, luckily when I got the door open, there was the beautiful and vivacious Allison standing just to the left of a smiling but obviously apprehensive Donna. I quickly took Ally into my arms and our lips met in what turned out to be a very long deep kiss. I was looking at Donna as we kissed and saw not just a little tinge of jealousy in her eyes. But she still smiled. As Ally broke the kiss (I would have kept it going indefinitely), she whispered in my ear, "Touch my pussy and I'll explode - I'm sooooo horny!" "Lovely to see you again, Ally," I enthused, grinning my naughtiest grin, "and no, you can't have a glass of wine - just yet." She chuckled and turned to Donna. "And, Terry, this is my best friend Donna." Donna stepped up very close to me and kissed me on the cheek. "I feel I know all about you already," she murmured very softly, her hand softly caressing my side. I kissed her tenderly too and replied, "And I probably know more than you want me to know about you, sweet lady." "Ally's been telling, has she?" "Just a little, darling," put in Allison, stepping between us and holding tight to Donna's hand. A look of pure love went between them, and it was my turn to show a tinge of jealousy. "Now you can see how we feel about each other, Terry," said Ally, passionately. "Oh yes, it's very clear you two are very much in love." "Oh we are Terry," confirmed Donna as Allison led her past me into my house. They walked around for several minutes looking in all the rooms and then finding the open windows to the patio. With a shriek of delight, Ally ran out and just stood there - a picture of beauty in the sunshine. Donna soon followed and I arrived a few moments later. "Would you like some lunch now, then enjoy some sunbathing later?" I asked softly. "Oooh yes, that would be great, wouldn't it, Donna?" "It sure would. I've not had enough rays on my body this summer so far," cooed the sexy looking girl. "Just look how private this is, Donna" Ally grinned, "maybe we can go naked even?" "Be my guests," I agreed, "but if you do that now you'll put us all off our lunch!" There was genuine laughter from both girls, and Donna seemed to relax quite quickly, even in the presence of a man. The girls sat in two of the casual chairs and soon Ally had kicked off her shoes. I only caught glimpses of them now as I was busy going in and out of the house bringing out the items for lunch. I did manage to notice that Allison was wearing a charming and very brief top over a pair of light loose shorts. Donna was dressed a bit more conservatively, with a knee-length skirt and tight-fitting blue blouse. Both of them looked totally gorgeous and I could feel some really wild stirrings inside me as I looked forward to what was to come later. I finally had everything outside and sat opposite them to enjoy a chatty lunch. Ally was full of stories about their lives at university and all the fun they'd been having. It turned out that study was not such an important part of their days, but they enjoyed social activities with the girls later. They were staying in a girls-only apartment block and had developed close relationships with most of the `willing' girls on their floor, as Ally put it. Donna winked at her. "In fact it's Ally who does all the chatting up and brings the girls for me to enjoy. She's quite bi-sexual, as you already know." I nodded and smiled at them both. "We even had a party which developed into a huge daisy-chain - 20 of us," Allison smiled, adding "which is a circle of girls all licking each others pussies," as she saw my bemusement. "Ally!!" cried Donna, "don't tell him everything." "Why not, you can already see how horny he's getting - and I like that!! And I wanted to add that we all managed to cum at various times too." Her laughter was like pure gold - so innocent and revealing at the same time. There was absolutely no way I could or even wanted to hide the fact that my quite sizable cock was showing a great deal of interest in the stories I was being told. In fact it was now aching with hardness and probably dripping with pre-cum, but I hoped that more was to come. Donna looked down sharply at my crotch and smiled when she saw the rather large bulge in my shorts. "Yes, Ally, and what you told me looks about right." The girls laughed. "He's got a really nice one, haven't you, Terry?" grinned Allison. I looked away sheepishly and went indoors diplomatically to adjust my clothes and bring out some wine. When I was about to go back outside, Ally rushed up to me at the doorway and kissed me hard again. "You really can touch me now and make me cum - just gently." I grinned and traced my finger down across her tight muscled belly and slipped my hand into her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties - as we'd agreed before - so I could immediately feel her soft and wet pussy and its very hard button of pleasure. I just brushed my finger across her clit lightly a couple of times and she soon shuddered her climax deliciously in my arms. "Man, you got me so horny there, showing us that gorgeous weapon. Thanks for the quickie. " She squeezed my rock-hard cock firmly. "He's going to enjoy what we've got planned for you." Then, "Oh, Terry," she cried out, "I'm just going to get our bags from the car. Keep Donna entertained won't you." I went back outside to find that Donna was lying back in the chair, her eyes closed and a sweet smile on her lips. As I sat back down, I could see that her skirt had slipped way up her long legs and I could now see the triangle of her light blue panties. I coughed gently and she opened her eyes, smiling even more broadly when she saw the direction of my eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to let that happen," she blushed, but made now attempt to cover up. I just smiled, "Like I can't hide my obvious excitement at seeing you two wonderful girls in my house and garden." Now it was her turn to grin and chuckle. Allison came back through carrying a couple of small bags. "Here, Donna," she called, throwing the larger of the two bags at her friend, who caught it deftly. "Let's enjoy the sun. I'm sure Terry will clear this lot away." She grinned at me and then at Donna. I busied myself clearing away the lunch things but kept an eye on the two girls as they just openly stripped off the few clothes they were wearing and put on absurdly tiny bikinis. I stood at the doorway watching particularly when Donna had completely undressed, totally captivated by her fantastic body - she was a true beauty. How wonderful it would be to watch her and Allison making love together. Seeing her put a pair of fabulous rounded and tight breasts into a bra that was far too small for them almost made me cum there and then. The last plate cleared away and the dishwasher running, I put on my own brief swimming shorts and went outside, my hard rod of a cock showing firmly to the right across my lower body, and only just contained by the stretchy material. "Wow, Terry, that looks so hot," exclaimed Ally as she watched me walk towards them. "Yea," agreed Donna, "really hot, Terry. Careful, you'll make me wet too." "Too," I queried, knowingly. "Oh, you know Ally - she gets horny thinking about any guy or girl." "Donna, stop it," blushed Ally, but even I could see that the tiny strip of material running between her beautiful thighs was already soaked through with her pussy juices. Both girls were lying on their backs on the loungers I had put out. Ally held up a bottle of suntan lotion. "Do your job, Terry," she commanded, gently. "My shoulders first." Donna laughed, "I don't think I can wait too long for it to be my turn." I didn't have time to study Donna's obviously perfect body as I went to kneel beside Allison and enjoy the sight of her just lying open for me. "I guess I don't really need this," she cried, pulling off her tiny bra and throwing it to one side. "You can spread lotion on them too, if you like," she laughed, indicating her lovely firm breasts. Donna giggled too and wriggled in her lounger, getting more comfortable and probably very horny too. I waited a moment half-hoping that Donna would discard her bra too, but she didn't. I started to rub lotion into the front of Ally's lovely body, concentrating on her breasts until her nipples were standing out like trees and she was groaning with obvious lust. "Oh man, you'll have to make me cum again," she whispered," if you keep doing that..." I gently tweaked her nipples rhythmically until I could feel her starting to gyrate beneath me. "Just kiss me," she commanded. As I bent down to kiss her soft lips, her body shuddered through her second big orgasm accompanied by a deep groan of pleasure. Our lips finally met as she came off the peak, but I could still feel her spasms as our tongues locked and fought. When we broke our kiss, I looked over at Donna who had her eyes closed, her legs now spread open and her hand between her thighs under her bikini panties. "Just watch," urged Allison, pulling me close beside her. "When she cums, she's so beautiful." I just knelt there holding Ally closely as we both watched her girlfriend stroking her clit slowly and erotically, completely lost in the thrill of her oncoming orgasm. "If you touch my clit again now I'll cum again when she does," murmured Allison. Ever willing to enjoy making a girl cum, I gently eased the material of her very wet panties away from her juicy pussy and started to rub slowly and gently across her horny clit. It wasn't long before Donna's face started to screw up in ecstasy. And this was just as I felt the first spasms from Ally, and then they were both groaning and crying out big orgasms together. As Donna came down from her cum, she looked up sheepishly at us. "Oh Ally, I couldn't stop myself. It was so erotic watching him rubbing you." Ally got up and went to her friend pulling her close and kissing her. "Darling, don't be worried or embarrassed. We enjoyed watching you and it's just natural. You're a horny girl too," she grinned. "And now we're going to give Terry a show that will have him bursting to cum into the first one of us who wants him. OK?" "We're going to make love in front of him?" queried Donna, looking really shocked. "I didn't think you'd even waste a thought on that, knowing what I feel about him and what I feel about you," murmured Ally, pushing Donna back on the lounger and quickly pulling off the girl's tiny bra. Those gorgeous breasts came into view again and there was a real surge of wild lust through my body. I was getting horrendously horny and Allison knew exactly what she was doing to me. Ally played with those lovely breasts for a while until Donna's nipples were really erect. Then she slipped her hands down to Donna's hips and slowly began to slide off her tiny bikini bottom. Of course, she had a freshly shaved pussy, but I already knew that because Ally had told me that she'd just shaved Donna during the afternoon before we finalized their visit. And I knew that Donna had returned the favor. Donna, now totally naked and looking as perfect as I'd already seen earlier, just relaxed as her girlfriend began to stroke her lovely but quite white body. I knew I shouldn't let them stay out in the bright sun too long with their unseasoned bodies, but that would give me an excuse later to urge them both inside. Donna's legs spread easily to her girlfriend's touch and Ally slipped lovingly along her delicious legs. "You want me to lick you," she asked, quite unnecessarily I thought. "Oh yes, darling, just lick me to death!" urged Donna, pulling Ally's head down to her waiting pussy. As the girls settled down to what was obviously going to be a nice long session, I couldn't just sit there and watch. I slipped off my swimming shorts and let my big hard cock spring free. Now very naked, I really enjoyed the freedom, and my cock erected even further to its full massive size, with pre-cum just pouring from the tip. Several minutes of delicious noises passed as Ally licked and played with Donna's lovely pussy. Donna was now groaning loudly as Ally was licking deep into her cleft and across her probably very sensitive clit. "Put your finger inside," urged Donna, "Make me cum hard, sweet one." I moved closer to the two lovers and watched from just beside them as Ally's finger moved slowly towards and then inside Donna's wet pussy. "Curl it round and stroke my G-spot, pleeeeeeaase..." she groaned. Ally kept up her gentle licking and started to pull and push her finger deep inside her lover's pussy. It wasn't long before Donna started to cry: "Oh, darling, you're making me ..... cuuuuummmmmm!" She was unable to say any more as with a loud cry she exploded into a huge orgasm. Her legs went wild, throwing Ally aside and almost catching me on the side of the face too. Ally looked very concerned at her friend, who continued to cum and cum and cum for several minutes without any help from us. Even I've never seen a woman cum for so long. Finally the thrashing stopped and Donna lie there relaxed with a lovely smile on her face. "If I dare say it, that was by far the best ever for me," she said understatedly. Ally and I just creased up laughing. "We thought you were never going to stop," giggled Ally. Turning to me she added, "What's the world record for a single orgasm? You must know that." "No idea," I murmured, "but it was certainly the best one I've ever had the pleasure to watch." "And to enjoy as well - looking at him," chuckled Ally, her eyes fastened on my very erect, very wet and very naked cock. I could do nothing but agree - my secret was out and ragingly horny! Donna's eyes went straight there too and they widened even more than before. "He's huge," she exclaimed, How ever do you get that inside your sweet pussy, Ally my love?" Ally grinned up at me. "It takes time, but when he's inside it's like a ride in heaven. Like to try him?" "Perhaps I might - but I want to watch him make love with you first. And I want you to cum unashamedly and hard for him and me." "Oh dear lover," cooed Ally, kissing her friend deeply. "I will cum really well. He has a tongue almost as sweet as yours, and his caresses and the touch of that monster will light up my pussy like no other living thing can." Donna smiled at her lover and then at me as Allison stood up and held firmly to my hard shaft. "Mmmmmmmm!" she cried, "he feels like steel." "Let's go inside where we can be comfortable," I suggested, leading her by the arm and beckoning for Donna to follow. "I'll let you two alone for a moment or two," the lovely girl said, "but be sure I'll be there to watch later." Completely naked, she settled back on the lounger and spread her legs and arms wide to enjoy the sun. She looked stunning and it was difficult for me to tear my eyes away from her. But Ally was now insistently pulling on my hand. "You can enjoy her later, you horny monster," she giggled. "I need to feel your giant rod filling my hot pussy. Come on, please," she urged. I soon decided that the `bird in the hand.....' and walked her around the corner to my big bedroom, in which I had installed a really huge bed. "Wow," cried Ally, as she saw it. "That's a real playground!" After our earlier fun on motel beds that were much smaller, this would be wonderful. "OK, gorgeous, let's play," I said as I pulled her down on to the bed with me. Within seconds she was naked, her tiny bikini panties being thrown somewhere on to the floor, and the rest of her bikini already discarded. Now I had time to feast my eyes once again on Ally's fabulous body. She was slim, with quite broad and muscled shoulders (she was a swimmer), a nicely tapered and flat stomach, with slender hips and wonderfully shaped legs. She wasn't tall and willowy like Donna, but just nicely formed and compact. She lie on her back with her arms open, welcoming me on top of her. I obliged willingly, sliding my body across her hot soft skin until I was able to start kissing her beautiful full lips. Since our first meeting, kisses had been our favorite way of starting to make love. We'd just play with our lips, then our tongues and then getting deeper into each other's mouth. I could feel her body writhing beneath mine even from the very first touch of our lips together and I knew she was as close as ever to another big orgasm. "A gentle lick on your clit?" I suggested in a murmur. "Mmmmmm, yes please," she gurgled, spreading her legs wide as I slid down her body. Her pussy was delightful, cleanly shaved and already wonderfully wet with her juices. After all, she'd cum at least twice already! I traced my tongue up the insides of her thighs everso slowly, feeling the muscles tensing to my every touch. She was just moaning and groaning deliciously and holding my head, pulling me ever closer to that tasty prize. My steel-hard cock was urging me to hurry as it was getting dangerously close to needing to unload. But I wanted to take my time and enjoy Allison to the full. Each time we'd made love so far (about 5 times in all), she had gone away totally exhausted with orgasms and completely satisfied. I intended today (or this weekend) to be even better. As I got nearer and nearer to her hot center, I could smell the wonderful aroma of her extreme arousal. I watched as yet another dribble of her excited juices made its way from between her pussy lips down the crack to her asshole, also perfectly shaved and oh-so-clean. Maybe I'd try that hole later? I touched my tongue against her outer pussy lips, causing a shudder to run through her body. "Hold on, Ally," I suggested. "Remember to hold back as much as possible to make it even better." "But I want to cum now, pleeeease!" she cried. "No, darling. Don't cum yet, please," I urged. She relaxed a little but soon tensed up again as I began to slowly push open her pussy lips with my tongue and delve deeper inside. Her juices tasted wonderful as usual - I could drink them forever. But now I wanted to play with her clit - it was always soooo sensitive and needed very little stimulation to make her cum. I had never played hard on her clit and I didn't think she was the sort to enjoy that anyway. So I moved slowly upwards until I felt her aroused clit slide under my tongue. Then I started to play gently, everso gently, across and up and down over her clit, then round in little circles until she was gurgling with ecstasy. "So good," she cried, "that's so good." And she kept repeating this as I drew her closer and closer to the big cum that we both wanted her to enjoy. I knew she'd like it even more if I could feel her spasms of orgasm with my finger inside her wet pussy, but she was too close for me to stop now. I just kept licking her clit slowly and insistently until with a loud scream she exploded into orgasm and her legs flailed wildly about me. When I finally looked up at my satisfied lover, I saw that Donna had joined us and was now cradling Ally's head in her lap, her lovely breasts caressing Ally's hair. "I really enjoyed watching you make love with her like that. You are even better than she said," smiled Donna. "Thanks, sweet lady. I enjoyed it very much too." "And so did I," murmured Ally, still in a lovely relaxed post-orgasmic state. We all laughed softly. "But now it's time for me to enjoy and satisfy that huge cock of yours," cried Ally, jumping up and pushing me on my back on to the bed. She grabbed my erect shaft and pointed it to the ceiling. "Magnificent, isn't it?" she cooed, looking at Donna with a big smile. Donna nodded in agreement and then gasped as Ally just opened her mouth and dropped right down on my shaft, sucking it deep inside. "Grrmmmmmm," she gurgled as I groaned with pleasure. From our earlier times together I knew that Ally could bring me off with just a few strokes of her tongue, but would she do that now? At the very last moment, when I was almost going to give in and spurt into her mouth, she must have sensed this and quickly took her mouth off my now throbbing cock. "Don't you dare cum until you're inside me," she commanded firmly, but with a grin. She got astride me and quickly positioned her lovely wet pussy right above my shaft which she continued to hold tightly. "I'm going down on him now, Donna," she groaned. "Just watch this." She put the tip of my cock at her pussy opening now and very slowly started to lower herself down. The feeling of my pulsating shaft penetrating into this gorgeous young girl while her own girlfriend looked on was just incredible. How I ever stopped myself cumming at that moment I'll never know. Lower and lower she went, her tight pussy slowly but eagerly accepting my hardness, bringing a series of gasps from Donna and moans of delight from herself. Finally I felt her body and wet pussy lips pressing on my balls - she was fully down and my big, long and very hard cock was sticking right up inside her tiny body. It looked like it must be already between her breasts! I felt proud of myself for having her on me - how could I stop cumming now? Luckily, I knew she wanted me to cum now - in fact, she started to ride up and down on my cock, urging me to cum and to cum real hard. I looked at Donna for a moment and our eyes met - she grinned and then mouthed "Ooooooo!" which just about said it all. Ally was now screaming with pleasure as she rode on me, feeling my cock starting to swell even more inside her spasming pussy. I just had time to grab her shoulders and hold her firmly down on my pulsating shaft and then it exploded inside her, sending at least seven spurts of my hot cum deep up into her spasming pussy. We were both groaning with lust as our orgasms consumed us and then we fell sideways together on the bed, my cock still well stuffed up inside her slowly quietening pussy. "Man, that was great," giggled Allison, finally able to sit up and recover herself as I slowly withdrew my cock, still almost as hard as before. Ally caught the large dribble of cum that started to ooze from her pussy in a well-positioned tissue that she'd grabbed from beside the bed. "Mmmmmmm," was all I could answer, but it was clear that Donna had enjoyed watching us too. Now she was lying back on the pillows with her hand between her thighs, masturbating deliciously. It was only a few moments and then she orgasmed again, noisily and beautifully. "I think its time to break for a while," I suggested to them both. "Maybe you'd like to go out for dinner later and then you can stay the night?" Ally was immediately enthusiastic, and with a tug on Donna's arm, she also gained her agreement. "We'd love to, Terry," she confirmed. "Any ideas on a restaurant?" "Oh, sure. There's a nice romantic one just close by." "For casual dressers like us uni girls?" asked Donna. "It's very casual and I'm sure you'll love it. They have live music tonight as well," I added. "Do you two want to take a shower, or enjoy a bit more of the sunshine before it goes altogether?" "I'd really love a shower," said Ally. "You made me all sweaty!" I laughed and showed them the en suite bathroom, with its spa pool. "We love these too," Donna giggled, "so we could be a long time. "Don't worry about that. I've got lots to keep me busy," I said, leaving them to take care of themselves. I retired to my study now, first taking a moment to wash and shower myself in an adjoining bathroom. I must say that my cock ached most deliciously as I'd unloaded a lovely quantity of hot sperm into that delicious girl. And it wouldn't go down either, probably knowing that I might get the chance to enjoy both of them that weekend. And in any case, I knew that Ally would want to make love with me again later, even if Donna decided against it. From the study I had a great view through a convenient one-way mirror into the spa room. There were the two lovely girls playing nakedly in the pool. What a beautiful sight to see their unashamed love for each other. But watching them enjoying themselves had the opposite effect to what I had expected. I began to feel drowsy, probably from the after-effects of my superb orgasm and all the earlier excitement. Pretty soon I felt myself slipping away in my chair and I must have slept then for about an hour. I awoke to hear a shrill cry from Allison. "Terry, where are you? We're thinking about getting ready to go out for dinner." I got up sleepily and went to meet them in the lounge. "Sorry, girls," I apologized," I must have fallen asleep." "Well don't worry about that. Ally and I have really enjoyed your shower and spa pool. I guess we're squeaky clean!" explained Donna with a big grin. I squeezed Ally's arm and she squealed with delight. "Yep," she said, "real squeaky clean." "Can we use your bedroom to change?" asked Ally. "Yes, sure," I agreed, "go ahead. I'll change in my study," I pointed. I pulled the door of the room I had indicated shut behind me and heard the delicious giggles of the two girls as they obviously found something extremely funny. I still had the problem of my hugely erect cock that was stubbornly refusing to go down and I'd just wrapped a towel round myself when the door opened and in slipped Ally, also wrapped in a towel. "Donna's on the toilet," she chuckled, glancing down at the tent made in the towel by my erection. "And I need you to make me cum again right now." "You are a demanding one," I laughed, pulling her close to me and making her towel drop to the floor. "Just stroke my clit, darling," she moaned, pushing my hand down between her thighs. Again, it only needed a few gentle strokes of my finger across her engorged clit before she exploded once again in a wonderful orgasm. "That's my tenth already," she exclaimed. "Wow, what a day!" She scurried off again, forgetting to pick up her towel, but I guess that didn't matter much. Now my cock was thrusting even further out of the towel I'd pulled round me. I was so horrendously horny again, I was almost tempted to masturbate. However, the sweet voice of Donna outside the room brought me to my senses. "Terry, we're just about ready. Do you have a bottle of wine open for an aperitif?" "Sure, Donna," I cried softly, "Just wait a minute or two and I'll be down with you two." "Great," she cried back. "See you soon." When I joined the two of them in the lounge area, I was completely stunned by my `casual' uni girls. Gone were the short skirt and shorts, gone were the brief tops and blouse. Here were two gorgeous fully grown women (although both were only 18) dressed in superb designer dresses, one black and one red. Ally turned round for me, and it was clear that she could not possibly be wearing any underclothes beneath the dress. "You like it?" she asked, cheekily. "Like it," I replied, "You look like a million dollars." "See, Donna," she giggled, "I knew he'd love them." Donna also did a twirl for me, the hem of the flouncy skirt of her red dress flying high on her long, long thighs. And I was almost sure that she wasn't wearing any panties either - there were no lines. She did have a small bra on to contain her quite sizable breasts, but even that was cut low to reveal as much as she dared. "Girls, you look magnificent. It will be my pleasure to take you out for dinner tonight," I enthused. We all went out to my car - a luxury sports car - and the girls clambered in beside me. It was one of those specials with three front seats, obviously designed exactly for this situation. Allison sat beside me, clasping her girlfriend's hand tightly. We soon reached the restaurant and as I had guessed their entry had all heads turning and all my friends there were immediately jealous. There were knowing winks and giggles, especially from some of the women friends who I'd enjoyed in recent months. We sat at a discrete table away from the crowds and the two girls were soon in deep conversation about something. I grinned around at some of those I knew, acknowledging some smiles and a wink or two. One of the women I'd enjoyed a lot recently, whose husband had just returned from a long trip abroad, gave me a very sad look. I had to admit to myself that I'd miss her very willing pussy and hot, expert mouth while he was at home! We ate in a giggling, happy atmosphere, with attentive service and wine whenever we needed it. The girls were conservative with alcohol, like me, not wanting to get drunk on such a promising evening. During the meal, Donna slipped closer to me at a time when Ally had slipped off to the toilet. I felt her closeness and enjoyed her warmth against me. "Terry?" she asked gently, "would you make love with me right now?" I was startled and replied, "Right here and now?" "Please," she urged. "All this has made me extremely horny and I need your touch to enjoy a really big cum." "I can't, you know," I replied, "Not here...." My voice trailed off as she took my hand in a surprisingly firm grip and pushed it down between her legs. During the meal, she'd obviously pulled her dress right up and my fingers encountered just soft warm naked skin. "See," she gurgled, "no panties and I'm very wet." She shifted in the seat and her legs opened wider. "Now, please," she urged. "Make me cum!" My fingers quickly found their target and I was delighted to locate her very large clitoris without drowning my hands in her soaking pussy, I could feel the heat coming up from her and the aroma of her juices was incredibly exciting. My fingers brushed across her clit a couple of times very gently and she cooed, "Yesssssss." With one or two more purposeful strokes of my finger on her clit I felt her tense up completely and then she groaned loudly, cumming hard and again, long and delightfully. I watched as her toes wriggled madly at the end of her gorgeous long legs. As Donna was coming down from her orgasm, Ally returned and immediately she knew what had happened. She laughed. "I knew you two would get on well. It looks like you've just got it on very well!" Donna chuckled, "Oh yes, darling. He has the most erotic touch!" Just at that moment, the band started playing some soft gentle music. "Wow!" exclaimed Allison, "there really is some live music." I was just about to ask her to dance, as several other couples had already moved on to the dance floor, when a young guy of around her age came up and took her hand. She didn't refuse, giving me a really cheeky smile as she went off with him. Donna and I sat close together watching the two of them. It was obvious that he soon became horny from being with her as she kept pressing her body close against him. He had his hands round her back and they were dancing very erotically. Ally put her arms around his neck, which caused her already short dress to lift right up until the lower part of her ass cheeks were showing. There were gasps of admiration from many of the people watching. She did have a delicious looking ass and I'm sure she knew exactly what she was doing. Could the audience see that she wasn't wearing any panties, I wondered. The guy tried to slide his hands down below the hem of her skirt on to her bare ass, but she stopped him firmly. Donna held my hand tightly. "Doesn't she look gorgeous?" she asked rhetorically, knowing my reply. I just went "Mmmmmm" and held her hand tighter, pulling her close to me. "Would you like to dance too, or shall we just watch?" I asked. "Let's watch for a while," she suggested, "It's getting me lovely and horny again." The music went up-tempo and Ally and the guy started raving. Ally showed that she was a great dancer and the guy matched her well. Every so often she'd turn and give her dress a flick up at the front in our direction, giving us a couple of lovely glimpses of her naked pussy. She was obviously very horny, just like we were rapidly becoming. Donna was actually trembling beside me and I could feel her pressing her thighs close together. "If you kiss me nicely," she urged, "I'll have a lovely orgasm." I didn't need asking twice. I laid my hand just at the tops of her thighs and leant real close to kiss her. She was every bit as good as Ally at kissing, but before we'd really got into it, she erupted into a stunning orgasm, shuddering and moaning quite loudly. I noticed as she was coming down to earth that Ally was watching with a fabulous smile on her face. "There's something about being with you that's making Ally and me ridiculously horny," grinned Donna. "And that was my second biggest orgasm ever!" Ally said something to her guy and they stepped off the dance floor into the shadows. She knew that we could still see them even though they'd moved into the shadow. Ally pulled him against her as she leant against a pillar and he'd soon pushed her dress up at the front, while pressed close against her. It was obvious to us what she was getting him to do and I could almost feel my own hands stroking her clit gently. Donna and I both groaned with pleasure at the same time as we watched Ally enjoy a nice orgasm quite quickly. With a brief kiss, she brushed her skirt down neatly and she left him standing there watching in amazement as she skipped her way back to us. "Was it fun watching me cum like that?" she asked Donna eagerly. "Almost as much fun as watching you make love with Terry earlier. And you enjoyed watching him make me cum too, I know!" The two girls embraced closely and kissed passionately. "Are you and Terry going to dance too?" asked Allison as they eventually broke the kiss. "I think I'd rather take you two girls home," I suggested. "If I leave you alone with another guy who knows what might happen!" "Would you be jealous?" asked Donna mischievously. "Damn right I would. I'd like to enjoy the two of you tonight before anyone else." "We're game for that," agreed Ally, nodding encouragingly at Donna, who smiled deliciously. Something very big and hard was pressing urgently against my trousers as I tried to concentrate on paying the bill. Both girls were caressing me very naughtily and Ally was whispering wicked things in my ear. As we got to the car, Ally wanted to sit next to me and there was almost a fight between the two girls. I settled it by offering for Ally to drive while I sat in the middle. That solved the dispute and Ally was soon happily driving. She'd pulled her dress right up, showing her lovely pussy and Donna then did the same. Then I had two delicious pairs of legs to look at - and admire mmmmmmmm! It was a shame that the trip back to my place was so short, but I did have both of my hands enjoying a different pussy for a short while - and they were both very wet. Ally parked the car outside the house and quickly got out. "It's a truly beautiful night," she cried, lifting her dress up and off in one smooth movement. Donna and I both gasped at this vision of loveliness. Completely naked, she took Donna's hand and they ran into the garden. I ran after them and watched as Ally quickly pulled off Donna's dress too and that skimpy bra. They both stood nude together in the moonlight kissing madly. Their hands were everywhere about the other's body, teasing, playing, squeezing and caressing. It was a lovely sight. I wondered whether to intrude, but decided to sit close by in a lounger and just watch. Both girls seemed to appreciate this as they turned and grinned at me before resuming their erotic caresses. In a few moments they had knelt down on the thick grass and then, with Donna on her back underneath, they started a delicious looking 69, which is always my favorite position to watch with two girls. The noises they were making were enough to almost make me cum, and watching their show at the same time was even more exciting. After about 10 minutes of mutual licking, during which time they both enjoyed several orgasms, Ally moved down a little, so the 69 had to stop. She slipped first one, then two fingers inside Donna's obviously very wet and willing pussy. After just a few moments, there were three, then four, then her whole hand disappeared inside that wonderful pussy. This was my first sight of a live fisting although from the groans of pleasure from Donna it was just one of many times that Ally had enjoyed her in this unbelievably exciting way. Donna came several times in quick succession and obviously wanted more. Ally's hand was now disappearing inside Donna's pussy almost up to her elbow it seemed and I wondered what she was doing to Donna with her fingers inside? I never found that out because at that moment, Ally called to me. "Please, Terry, it's time to join in." She wriggled her ass very provocatively and I guessed that she wanted to feel my hard cock inside her lovely pussy. "I need you inside me," she gurgled, still pushing her arm slowly in and out of a wriggling, moaning Donna. I pulled off my clothes quickly and moved the short distance to kneel behind Ally. Her ass was high in the air as she was now on her hands and knees. She'd slipped her fist out from Donna's pussy and was now licking her clit deliciously. Donna was about to cum really hard yet again. "Inside me now," commanded Ally. "I need to feel that hard monster!" Just as I positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance to Ally's pussy, Donna started to cum wildly again beneath us both. I pushed hard and my cock just shot inside Ally's pussy in one deep thrust. "Oh, man," she gurgled in delight, "Don't ever leave my pussy!" At that moment, I could feel Ally's pussy spasming as she also came hard along my shaft, also groaning and moaning deliciously. "It's my turn now," said Donna in a matter-of-fact voice when the two girls had come down from their highs. "You really want to enjoy Terry's cock?" asked Ally, tenderly. "It will be your first man." "I know, but Terry already feels like my lover after so far today and I'm sure he'll be gentle and caring." "You can be sure of that," I agreed, reluctantly withdrawing my pulsating cock from inside Ally's wonderfully soft pussy. "Should we go inside?" I suggested, "I'd prefer to enjoy you on a nice big bed." Donna was up in a moment and grabbed both Ally's and my hands. We walked inside in a close formation and were soon beside my bed. "Can you sit and just watch us?" Donna asked. "I doubt if I'll be quiet or unmoving," replied Ally with a grin. "And if I don't cum several times I'll be surprised." Donna needed no more encouragement as she lie back on the bed and spread her body open to me in the most inviting way. "You don't need to lick me, Terry," she warned. "I'm so horny I'll cum if anything just touches my pussy." I moved between her legs and proudly showed her my extremely hard cock, dripping with excitement. I was so excited at being the first man to make love with such a delicious young girl that I could only just control myself. I guess Ally saw my excitement as she called out, "Take it gently, Terry. You've got all night!" Donna grinned up at me, and then started to moan beautifully as I pressed my cock firmly against the opening to her pussy. Remarkably, even after Ally's fisting of her pussy just a few minutes before, Donna's pussy had closed right up and it was wonderfully tight as I started to push slowly inside her. She was so wet it felt like a smooth velvet glove was fitting around my shaft, gripping on to every vein and bulge with soft gentle insistence. I already knew that she could take the length and width of my cock quite easily, as Ally's arm was much thicker and longer, but even so, it was a real joy to feel her opening up so willingly and taking me fully inside, I didn't stop pushing on the first thrust until I felt my body tight up against hers and I was inside her delightful pussy fully and deeply. She groaned with delight. "That feels soooooo good," she gurgled. Ally leant over and kissed her gently. "Are you ready for him to move now?" she asked softly. "I don't know," giggled Donna, "He feels good just like this." She wrapped her arms round me and pulled me close, also opening her legs wider and lifting them up round my back. This had the effect of driving my throbbing cock even deeper inside her and her magic groan of pleasure almost set off my orgasm. She cried out to Ally, "Oh, darling, he's pulsating inside me - I can feel it growing." Ally urged her on: "Go on, now feel him move or move yourself on him. He'll like that." Donna was so new at this that she couldn't find the way to move her body to help, so I started withdrawing my cock and then slowly pushing back in again until she got the idea. Now all she could do was gurgle with pleasure as we started to ride slowly upwards towards a lovely finish. Ally was close by, watching first my face then Donna's, both of us convulsed with ecstatic feelings as we made love so beautifully together. Donna's pussy started to spasm almost as soon as we started moving together and I could see that she was cumming every few moments - little orgasms that would spread through her and ripple down her pussy, and make her eyes open wide. She would cry with each hard spasm and whimper with each smaller one. I felt fully in control, after having unloaded so deliciously inside Ally earlier. If I wanted to I thought that I could make love with Donna for a couple of hours. Ally knew we were fitting together so well and she wanted to kiss us both, and make love with us both. However, she decided that Donna would enjoy it best if she just sat back for a while and watched, so she retired to a seat close to the bed and let us move together in a slow erotic rhythm. Donna was just getting more and more excited, despite her almost continuous orgasms. The pitch of her cries was getting higher and each small orgasm felt to me as if it was getting stronger. I wondered now whether it was going to be worth holding out much longer or letting my feelings run away so that we both ended with a superb simultaneous orgasm. Ally must have sensed my thoughts as she caught my gaze and mouthed: "Now!" I knew what she meant - Donna was ready to feel my cum shoot inside her. I slowly increased both the intensity and speed of my thrusts into her pussy, until the bed was rocking with our intense lovemaking. Donna was now in a continuous cry of orgasm and I could feel that this was the moment. With a long look of lust at Ally and then my concentration on Donna's face, I started to unlock the control I had on my impending orgasm. My cock got harder and harder, and swelled bigger and bigger, making Donna's cries even louder. Then I felt her pussy explode into a wild series of strong spasms, the moment of her biggest orgasm was about to happen. I drove my cock into her deeply and strongly several times until with a great shout my orgasm burst inside her. She just screamed out her delight as she felt me cum, her pussy going wild and milking my cock like a mad thing. Her eyes were closed and Ally was now holding her tightly so that she could stay on the bed. Otherwise her wild orgasmic thrashing would have taken us both to the floor. My orgasm seemed to go on endlessly and I must have filled her with seven or eight hard spurts of my hot cum. I could feel my sperm oozing out between our bodies - that lovely warm feeling after a tremendous orgasm. "For a first-timer, you were amazing," I murmured as we returned a little towards normal. "For someone making love to a first-timer, you were pretty amazing too," she giggled. Ally kissed us both and hugged us close. "That was incredible, guys. I've never experienced anything like that. I came twice just enjoying watching you two." I just stayed holding Donna closely, my cock still erect inside her now quiet pussy. "He feels delicious inside me, Terry," she cooed, just wriggling her body a little to feel my hard cock moving slightly inside her. I started to rock with her, slowly pushing my cock against her so that it went deeper and deeper again. "Oooooo," she groaned, "that's really good." "There's lots of his cum and your juices all round his cock," giggled Ally. "Shall I lick you two?" Surely we didn't need to answer that, but I shifted the angle of our bodies so there was room underneath for Ally to get in. Then I felt her warm tongue lapping at the base of my cock and, from the look on Donna's eyes, Ally's tongue was also playing on that super-sensitive area between her pussy and asshole. When she came up between us again, she had a delicious smile on her face. "Your mixed juices taste delicious." She moved to kiss Donna lovingly and then me, and I could taste our merged juices - yummy! I now started to stroke my cock more purposefully inside the delicious girl's pussy. "Are you going to cum again, Terry?" asked Donna. "If I don't, you'll be very, very sore!!" I replied. Ally laughed, explaining to Donna, "Once he did this to me and it took him over an hour of delicious thrusting of that gorgeous cock before he unloaded again. I lost count of how many times I came!" As Ally finished talking, Donna squealed out another orgasm and her pussy milked hard at my shaft for over a minute. "He's driving me crazy," giggled Donna. "OK," grinned Ally, "let me try him for a while, then he can swap between us." "Mmmmmmm," was all I could say as Ally got on her hands and knees beside Donna, offering me her superb pussy again. Reluctantly, Donna allowed me to take my cock out of her lovely pussy and I moved sideways so that I could position myself ready for making love with Ally. I pushed my hard cock against her opening and then my huge throbbing rod just slid straight inside, deeply and in a single long thrust. Ally groaned with delight. "Wow!" was all she could say as I started now quite vigorously thrusting my big cock inside her. She wanted me to grab her hips and really slam into her after a short time, urging me on with cries of "Harder, harder." Then she'd cum hard and her pussy would milk my cock for some moments. Then we'd start again and she'd soon be cumming again. "Lie beneath us, Donna," urged Ally, "then you and I can kiss and Terry can change to whichever one he fancies." That certainly seemed ideal to me and I was soon presented with two girls with two marvelous pussies, one lying on her back the other on her hands and knees. Both pussies seemed to want me desperately. I switched to Donna's pussy and soon made her cum hard again. I heard her muffled cries coming between the passionate kissing the two girls were enjoying. I didn't need to ask or tell them what was going to happen as I switched from one girl's pussy to the other as I felt like it, usually after each one of them had enjoyed yet another orgasm. Now I really was in full control, with both girls wanting and needing to ride on my cock every few minutes to enjoy even more orgasms. "Can you change round?" I asked gently at a slight break while I caught my breath. "I'd love to try Donna from behind." The girls giggled freely and swapped positions. Now I had a chance to examine Donna's long back and delicious ass as I pushed my cock back inside her sexy pussy and made her orgasm almost immediately. But this time I wasn't going to stop. I started thrusting into her pussy now as hard as I had into Ally's somewhat earlier and she was obviously enjoying every second of it. She came again, hard and with a deep groan of pleasure and then screamed as I just kept pounding into her. "Oh, wow! Ally, he's driving me into heaven," she screamed. Ally held on to her friend tightly as it was obvious that Donna was about to explode into another fantastic orgasm. And then it happened. That roar in my head started and I felt Donna slipping into her orgasm. In a frenzy of thrusting while holding on to her hips and pulling her hard back against me, she exploded into the wildest of orgasms, crying and moaning with delight. My cock started to surge and I knew I was cumming again. I let one or two spurts shoot inside Donna's pussy and then just had enough senses left to quickly withdraw, shooting another spurt all over Ally's belly before pushing into Ally's pussy again and letting the rest of my load shoot out into her. Of course, this brought her off again with a terrific cry of `Mannnnnnnnn....." As I thrust forward for the last time into Ally and my own orgasm slowly subsided, Donna collapsed down on to her friend and the three of us were like a delicious sandwich. When I finally withdrew my now deflating cock from Ally's overfull pussy, there was cum and pussy juices everywhere, flowing freely from both girl's pussies and all over their legs and the sheets. No-one seemed to care as we just curled up together, me behind Donna and Ally clinging close to Donna too. Sleep overcame us quite rapidly and I'm sure we all had fantastically erotic dreams. I know I did!! THE END [Anyone with any comments, or ladies/girls who would like to chat with me, please contact me on [email protected] - I would love to hear what you think about my stories. Thank you.]

Madam ------------------------------------------------ She was Madam's favorite girl, but she needed discipline! But more than that she needed love. MF-FF-Light BDSM-Language ------------------------------------------------ By William DuPain Laura kneeled before the impeccably beautiful blonde with the bright yellow stilettos and white fish net stockings. Her eyes, mysteriously drawn to the full mound nestled between her upper thighs, beckoned, by the lust that raged between her own legs. She was leggy, shapely, and perfect in her physical integrity and Laura had gone wet the very first time she saw her. Her name was Katie Justin, but everyone called her Madam, or Mistress, her sexual prowess was legendary among Las Vegas hookers and there was nothing in the offing there that could equal her skill at wooing the opposite sex or any sex for that matter. Formidable men, and women, of both political and financial means had made their way to her door through the years to glory in her flesh, and worship at her feet. A rich Arab Prince that had once visited her house in Vegas had once whisked her away out of the country for sexual liaison in a foreign country, where he had proposed marriage and been declined. And it was nothing for Madam to be discretely spirited away to the swank accommodations inside DC by very powerful political personages. Laura had asked her if she might work in her house on a part time basis after her husband had gone off with a young college girl several years ago and left her financially destitute. When the pain came like a hungry bear and consumed the coins of her joy and there was no one found to buy her ransom! Madam had wooed the young housewife that day and loved her until Laura was nearly exhausted. She had looked Laura up and down that first day as the sound of her heels clicked on the stone floor beneath her, while she walked around Laura. Madam Had raised her skirt and passed her fingers over the front of Laura panties making the young brunette shiver in front of her vivacious host. "I would expect you to offer all services to my clientele Laura," she had said, as her finger slipped under the elastic band of her panties. "And of course without regard to gender, you will need to be discrete never discussing your clients with anyone," she had told her, as her fingers gently swirled around Laura's clit, making the young woman soft at her legs. Madam had stepped in close to Laura and slowly ran the tip of her tongue up the side of her neck and then captured her ear lobe between her sharp, white, teeth, teasing the young woman's skin! Laura felt her moisture on Madam's fingers as she probed her folds and she nearly passed out from the passion that washed over her hungry flesh. Madam had stepped back then and picked up a crop then removed her panties and seated herself on the very edge of the large overstuffed chair. "Undress where you are my dear and then crawl to me on your hands and knees!" she had told Laura that afternoon. Laura had done as she asked and kneeled there and began to crawl toward her host. "Look at me as you advance my slut," Madam had ordered, as the tip of the crop tapped, the cold stone floor, impatiently. Laura had gone low to the floor with her upper body as she moved, her eyes fastened to those of her mistress, her nipples intermittently touching the cool stone below periodically. When she got close enough that her nose caught the scent of Madam's cunt, Laura's mouth had begun to water and the flesh between her legs started to warm slightly. Laura had never before considered sex with another woman, but there was something in the nature and physical cast of this woman that made her want to try! Laura had paused as Madam raised the tip of the crop and slowly moved the cool leather tip along the skin of her back. Its slow caress made her body tremble with its passage over her. "You do know what I expect from you right now, don't you dear?" the warm, soft voice, had asked. "I believe so mistress, but I've never done it before!" Laura had breathed in reply. "You'll be fine dear, I'll teach you," Madam had told her. Laura inched her face forward slowly, her eyes feasting on the full, sharply shaped ridges of her mound. The intense spicy smell of the woman made her nipples explode with want and the heat of her folds against Laura's cheeks made her ravenous to taste her. Laura quickly slipped her tongue out of her mouth and lightly flicked the hard mass of tissue, which now extended beyond the rise of Madam's ridges. Her slender tongue sailed through the tasty fluids of Katie's cunt, enticing it to even more energetic antics in the soft flesh of her mound. Madam flinched only slightly as the crop continued its insidious caress of Laura's vulnerable body. Madam was hairless down below with only a V shaped, close-cropped tuft of hair rising from the apex of her crevice. Laura made light little bites all around the top of her soft mound, as Madam had squirmed in front of her. Laura then ran the tip of her tongue from the top to the very bottom of Madams fragrant pussy, and let slip just the mere tip of it between her moist, swollen lips. "You're a beautiful woman Laura, with a very sweet mouth!" Madam had told her, as she licked her way around the beautiful blondes cunt. Laura inserted her tongue deep into the darkness of Madam's passage as she felt the tip of the crop go below and move between her legs. Her next sensation was that of a gentle slap by the crop against her clit area, which sent a searing bolt of pleasure through her body that seduced all her sensitive areas at once. "Oh God Madam, please do more!" Laura had softly whispered, as she shook in front of the temptress. The taps continued, until Laura was leaking down her legs and moaning against the sweet flesh in her mouth. Laura was blushing inside, embarrassed by the inordinate amount of fluid being discharged from her opening. She had never known she would be so raptured by the gentle persuasion of physical humiliation before that day, but she knew one thing now, she wanted more of it! Laura's tongue went into overdrive lashing the blonde's clit lustily, and then pausing, she covered the whole of her mound with her lips and sucked firmly against Madam's wet flesh, making the most beautiful sucking sounds Katie had ever heard! Each was creating a rising need within the other, which became self-perpetuating at some point. "U-m-m-m yes, suck it Laura, my but your good at it for the first time!" Madam crooned. "Laura didn't reply, her mouth was full and she was very busy at the moment." Laura lost herself in the stinging caress of Madam's crop, as Madam herself began to worship the hard driving length of flesh, in Laura's able mouth. Laura reached up as she ate her beautiful host and found Madam's breasts; she became brutal there as Madam cringed against the searing bite of her vice like squeeze. Madam reached down beside her and picked up a long thick device from the drawer of her end table. She stopped Laura's wickedness rising from her seat and then lay out on the floor beside Laura. "Straddle me, and bury that beautiful tongue between my legs ... and eat me Laura," Madam had instructed her. Laura continued to eat Madam's cunt in her new position while she felt her probing about her wet folds with the head of that large device. Laura felt her lips part slightly as the soft device entered her body, and then came the slow, agonizing advance, of its thick, soft body, as it stretched and filled her to capacity. "Oh Madam you shouldn't!" she teased the busty blonde. Madam began to savagely ravish the stunning brunettes pussy and knew from the sounds she made, she wasn't far from orgasm. Laura shoved three fingers into the tight, wet opening, of Madam's body while her tongue continued lapping her clit forcefully, making the blonde arch high against the pleasant wickedness of Laura's hand and mouth. Laura pumped her leaking pussy vigorously, the rapid impact producing a steady array of wet flesh sounds from Madams dripping folds. Madam was lightly slapping her ass now, as she fucked her with the soft jelly dildo, the mixture of light pain and intense pleasure was driving the heated brunette toward a melt down. Laura screamed as the head of the device slammed into the front of her uterus and Madam twisted the insidious device in a circular motion as she paused there. Madam pulled the thing completely out of Laura's body, and shoved it into her tight, hot, asshole as her tongue replaced the device in her pussy. "Oh Madam, oh fuck!!! " Laura hissed, overcome by the sudden change in tactics. Laura screamed loud against Madam's mound as she came, gushing her mouth full of hot, slick, girl come. Laura ground her bottom forcefully against the able tongue of her lovely host; desperate to get all the sensation she could from her intense release. Finally, as the last waves of electric pleasure coursed her nervous system, lady Laura reached back and snatched the device out of the hands of her host. She brought the device around quickly and crammed it whole into the hungry passage of the woman beneath her. Madam moaned deeply, and arched high into the air again as Laura buried the huge dildo rim deep into the sopping cunt of the beautiful prostitute. Madam's muscular contractions were so fierce that she actually sprayed the small hand of her lover with a sweet odorous covering of spicy cum. But Laura kept pummeling her swollen opening, until Madam began to protest the action. Laura rolled off of her lover and lay on her back against the cool stone floor. In a moment Madam rose to her hands and knees and then crawled over Laura's body to lower her face to her lover. She licked her juices from around the corner of Laura's mouth, then licked her chin and nose as well. "You may work my house if you like young lady and I will look after you," Madam had told her. "Thank you," Laura whispered. "You're very welcome, will you spend the rest of today and tonight here with me dear?" Madam asked her. "I'd love to," Laura responded. Laura looked up into the cold, blue eyes, of her employer; she was distant and aloof in them, and she wondered what life might have handed her in the past and where her journeys may have led her. Laura reached up and filled both hands with the straw colored silk of her head and gently pulled her mouth down next to her own and then kissed the woman. They made love several times that afternoon and slept peacefully that night in each other's arms. The next day Madam took her young girl shopping to help her pick clothing that she would need for her new occupation. That was how their love affair had began two years ago, Laura had moved in with Katie and found her much like an adventurous young girl when she was away from the house. She was smart, and business savvy when it came to money, and very selective in her relationships with people. But the girls came to love each other in a very beautiful way. She remembered these things kneeling there before her mistress blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and she didn't even know why. Her client that afternoon had been drinking a little too much and became abusive in the course of their lovemaking. She had screamed and Madam had entered their room with her short whip and caught her client beating her. Katie had drawn back with the bull whip and expertly laid a trail of hot painful fire across the man's cheek and had beat him with it all the way down the stairs. She was heard screaming as the client fled the place, "If you ever return to my house I'll shoot your ass off, "you son of bitch!" Madam then hurried back up the stairs where Laura was still kneeling trying to shake off the dizziness that was still confusing her mind. Katie kneeled in front of Laura and stroked her hair as she spoke, "I'm so sorry sweetheart, he's a short timer and we didn't know much about him. Are you ok baby?" Madam asked her, with tears in her eyes. She called for Terri one of her most faithful girls to help her get Laura into her own room and laid out on the bed. Madam then called Jeff Stone, the paralegal working toward his law degree to advise him of what had happened. She used Jeff to communicate with her numerous political connections in the area and advise her on legal matters relating to the business. In twenty minutes Jeff was at Madam's side having called a member of their local law enforcement association that he was a friend with. "We are gathering information on your girls client, Katie, and should have some information soon. I've also called a physician to come take a look at Laura just to make sure there is no permanent, residual damage." It was the first time that Jeff Stone had the opportunity to meet Laura and it was evident to the keen eyed Madam that the young professional was well taken with her lady. After Laura had come around somewhat, the two spoke briefly about the incident and Katie found Laura's eyes lingering longer than needed on the young mans well-formed body. The doctor came and looked into Laura's injury and found that everything would be normal again in a few days. Jeff thanked his friend, as he made ready to leave and walked him out to his car when he left. Jeff made his way back upstairs and kneeled beside Laura's chair and gently turned her head to observe her wound up close. It was an innocent move, but the touch of his fingers against her skin sent goose bumps all over Laura's body and stirred something deep inside, long ago forgotten. Laura looked deeply into the brown sugar, colored eyes of the man next to her and impulsively leaned across to kiss his lips. Katie went silent inside and smiled, as she witnessed the pair's, first budding bloom, of raw emotion. Laura broke the kiss, and was breathless with the sensation of his lips, as she sat and felt her heart rock inside her chest. Her eyes sang in silence, the song that his heart alone could hear, it had been Laura's in the days when the light of her passion had warmed her heart, and gave faith that love answered all ... so very long ago. She was confused at that moment, with the power and relative swiftness of it, as it took hold of her. How could she feel this way about a man she didn't even know, yes he was beautiful, yes she was physically attracted to him. But the intensity of these feelings inside her now, were far beyond a reasonably proportional response on her part. She looked into the flickering flame of passion, his eyes cast her way, and while her head said it was all fantasy, still, her heart would have none of it. He was about six feet one inches high and 185 or 190 maybe, with seductive eyes and a beautiful face ... and Laura already ached for him. She was full of him at the moment, his scent woodsy, and his voice baritone and warm, smooth like soft velvet, his eyes piercing her to the soul searching her. Jeff leaned in and demolished the arguments of her reason, as his lips bathed her heart with fire and stirred her soul with an undeniable passion, too urgent to resist. And too long forgotten, to ignore in this moment! "Hello Laura, my name is Jeff Stone ... and I think I'd like a date," he whispered smiling at her. He looked into the eyes of Eden, which danced with the flame of her lust. They were green with life, and he pondered if the heart behind them might be fertile. Or if she would hide away her thoughts of love, until the eyes of longing had gone to dust and the heart had ceased its song. She was something he had never expected in a woman of her profession, and while Jeff was no hedonist, he was not about to ignore the feeling for her that he couldn't logically explain. His father had always said, "Human Science can't explain it all," maybe the old trucker knew something the rest had missed, he mused! Jeff looked into the soft green eyes of the woman he had just kissed and seen something there he couldn't explain ... something he wanted for his own. It called him at some deep level that surpassed deductive reasoning and common sense and beckoned with its mysterious warmth. "Well ... y-yes, of c-course," she fumbled, giving up, she fell silent, as her eyes slid away trying to hide the feelings ... she knew she shouldn't have. Madam had smiled again with Laura's halting reply, just before she slipped out of the room ... recognizing, her presence wasn't required! She felt his warm fingertips slide slowly down the side of her neck, his touch gentle almost reverent, and her eyes misted as she shivered beside him. He turned her face again and captured her eyes, finding them shy and confused, and he sensed her warfare inside. His lips brushed hers again and Laura's arms flew up around his neck, as she pulled him closer and then devoured his mouth. Her heart was all of thunder, and her spirit all of fire, as she pressed his flesh with her lips; her tongue communicating in silent darkness, her deep desire to know him. They didn't stop for some time; and while engaged her hand found him and thrilled his ego with her delicate touch, and he knew, deep in his heart, he had to have this woman. "Yes, of course Mr. Stone, I'd love nothing more than the opportunity to entertain you, sir, at your earliest convenience!" her voice whispered in his ear sincerely and then trailed to silence. "Thank you Laura, I'll be back this evening when I'm finished," he told her smiling. Jeff headed off to finish the work of the day with a smile, as he whistled a tune inside his head. Laura studied the gait of the tall, young man, as he made his exit and sat quietly trying to figure out exactly what it was that just took place between them. She had not experienced feelings of that intensity for many years and it unnerved her just a little, to finally remember that their was a greater power in the universe than her own will and that power, might well devastate her again. Laura was nervous for the rest of that afternoon; she rummaged through her walk in closet looking for just the right outfit, several times, to no avail. She called a makeup artesian that made house calls and spent two solid hours in a chair, pursuing just the right look and colors. Katie was secretly beside herself with humor, as she observed her closest friend fret over her impending date ... one might have thought, the young Laura Grassinger was about to take a walk down the aisle. As the time for Jeff's arrival neared, Laura was on a knife's edge, her stomach was full of butterflies that wouldn't stop fluttering no matter what she tried. She heard a knock at the door of their special room that Madam had prepared and went blank for a second. It was Terri that showed him in and Laura was shocked ... he was dressed to the limit in a dark blue pinstripe suit and gray shirt, with white tie, and spit shined wingtips. He was handsome beyond her memory, and when his deep, rich voice, washed over her, Laura went warm and weak inside, quaking like loose jello. He approached and she couldn't take her eyes away from that beautiful face, when he stood in front of her she reached up and brushed the hair off his forehead and patted it back in place along his hairline. "My sir, but you look very handsome, I must say," her voice a mere whisper, reflective in awe, as she spoke. "Thank you very much Laura, and by the look of you, I now know I have impeccable taste in consorts!" he smiled. He was in awe of the woman standing before him; she was playboy centerfold with sincere charm. White high heels, blue gown, with perfect make up and soft ringlets of raven hair at the sides of her face. He could easily calculate the flare of her hips through the flimsy covering of her dress, and her breasts tested its strength valiantly. Her lips were full and glossy red, her cheeks only slightly blushed with hues of copper and the woman needed nothing else to set his world on fire. She shivered, as his fingers passed over the bare skin of her shoulder and she went still under the tender, competent stoke of his touch. Jeff moved in and pressed his body close to hers and looked into her eyes as his finger gently stroked her ear lobe. With the compelling passage of his fingers on her, Laura began to relax, as if the man in front of her were a sedative that calmed her raging heart and surging emotions. "Did you miss me?" he asked playfully. "Well, of course sir, I always miss my friends when they're out of my presence," she told him smiling. He stepped closer to her and she could smell the sweet scent of his shaving toiletry, and Laura began to shake inside, as she anticipated what his next move might be. He placed one leg between hers, as his hand went around to her derriere, and Laura blushed crimson abashed with his touch. She was confounded that his mere presence could reduce her to a blushing schoolgirl ... she, who had slept with many, was far more experienced in life than he. Why then, she wondered, would her heart bow before this one, and tremble so at the sound of his voice? She was already aching for the presence of his lips, when his touched hers in a fiery embrace of true affection. Her lips parted, as his tongue approached, and it was an open invitation to take what he would from her. Jeff's tongue wrestled with her own in a well-orchestrated dance of lust, which articulated well to Laura's heart his feelings for her. His hand behind her forced her mound forward against the hard firmness of his thigh and Laura went warm inside, as they continued the craft of oral warfare between them. The firm pressure of his leg against her there drove everything else from her mind but the sweet, reassuring presence, of his body. She held the flame of his dark eyes, as her heart beat rapidly in her chest and searched there for a solution to the mystery of her feelings. The warmth of his hard thigh against her mound was a nagging reminder of his affect on her. Then he took her again suddenly, his lips brushed the ribbon of her own and she was once more under his spell and taken away with the power for his touch. They shared the wine of there mutual passion and drank deeply from the bottle, reveling in its radiant warmth and sweetness. Desire, like a firestorm raged through them while their lust became a drug that couldn't be denied, one that held sway over both their hearts, and reason. While Laura's lust rained fire upon her flesh her mind was enthralled by the sweet sensation of his hands passing over her body. His fingers caressed her bottom with a tenderness she hadn't expected, and Laura marveled once again at the man's affect upon her feelings. She was blushed brightly when he finally broke the embrace and Laura was speechless before him ... as she realized that her heart would never be her own again. It was a fearful place for her, with the memory of her pain from long ago ... but she knew deep in her spirit, she was powerless to stop this, and not sure she even wanted to. "Jeff, please!" she had begun with furrowed brow. "I know love, trust me," he told her, as he quickly removed his shirt and jacket. His hand rose up her thigh in a sweeping caress of trailing fire that made the creases of her mound quake with anticipation, while she stood and felt the wash of cool air on her thigh. Laura peaked red again with embarrassment, as his hand found her and she realized just how wet he had made her! He smiled, as he touched her there and his eyes warmed; his fingers slipping through the slick moisture of her heat and he knew intuitively she felt vulnerable in his presence at the moment. But her flesh arched hard against the presence of his strong hand demanding pleasure from his subtle touch, and there was no denying the message of that move. She curled against the warmth of his form gasping, as his skillful fingers manipulated her, Laura went wild and bit him at the shoulder while the passion of her need took her away from her own reason. She felt the stinging rebuke of his slap against the solid cheek of her ass and whimpered with the pleasant heat of its impact. "Please Jeff!" she breathed heavily, from the shadows of her lust. But Laura felt the searing impact of his correction of her again, several times in rapid succession and she gushed between her legs, as she went soft inside. His lips took her again and his tongue commanded her cavity while ravishing the warm flesh of her mouth. As he kissed her, he moved the cumbersome straps of her gown from her shoulders and let them slip down her arms. Jeff undid the buttons of her fancy blue gown and let it slip to her feet to lay about her high heels. He stripped Laura of all her garments until nothing was left between them but the warm glow of her flawless skin. She was powerless before him to direct her own actions ... he was a man in her mind ... all man, and she wanted the big, beautiful bastard inside her! Laura shivered, as his lips loved her on their way to her breast, then she moaned deeply before him, as his mouth covered the hard tissue of her erect bud. Laura tingled from the contact while the sensation rushed like a lightening bolt to her mound, caressing her there with its delightful warmth and setting sparks flying behind her eyelids. His mouth soon followed its path, as he tenderly licked and kissed his way down the center of her belly, his wicked hands consuming the skin of her body along the way. The folds of Laura's vulva bloomed, as the slow journey of his mouth teased her, and the flesh of her cunt screamed out in her mind, begging the touch of his mouth. "Lover ... you make me weak and warm inside!" she sighed. He smiled with the light sensual tone of her voice ... she was wonderful to his ego! When Jeff neared the summit of her pubic, his nose caught the scent of the woman's sex and it made his heart ache to posses her. He teased her there, until Laura became notoriously shameless with her begging and brazen in her speech. At last he covered her clit with the heat of his tongue and Laura immediately cried out, as her body rushed forward, greedy for the pleasure of its warmth. He lapped her sternly for a time and eased back when her legs began to shake, and then journeyed to the opening of her passage. As his thick tongue entered Laura's cunt her hands flew to his head and she laced her long, delicate fingers, in the thick hair of his crown pulling him hard against her. He fucked her with it until she was completely mindless in front of him with her need. Then he stopped, and stood up, removing his pants and shorts in front of her. "Bastard," she hissed, "Fucking bastard!" she hissed again. "You could have waited for another moment Jeff!!" she protested vehemently. He only smiled at her. And it pissed her, slightly! But she stopped, as her eyes went wide with the sight of the heavy mass swaying there between his legs! Then her eyes found him, shy as they held his, pleading with him to rid her of this consuming hunger inside. Laura went to her knees in front of him quickly and her hand formed a rim around the root of his mammoth cock. She eased the head of it into the wet heat of her mouth, as her tongue swirled around the firm monster and she lavished its surface with the warm moisture of her mouth. Her sharp, slut red nails teased his sack, causing the heavy organ in her mouth to lurch wildly against the walls and ceiling of her cavity. Laura began to bob up and down on his staff rapidly, making wild slurping sounds as she sucked, that thrilled her lover. She paused, holding the heavy shaft against his belly, as her tongue went wild on the underside of it and all around his balls as well; his cock twitched obscenely throughout the treatment. Laura licked and bit lightly all around her lover's organ as rapidly as possible, enjoying every discernable twitch of his frame. She couldn't get all of it in when she started sucking him again, but she rammed as much of it down her throat as she could, held there, and swallowed. She gagged came back off of it, cleared her throat, and hungrily dived back down on his delicious fuck meat savoring it's taste! Jeff moaned loudly as he felt her throat flutter all around his hard shaft, as her throat muscles tried to close around him. And his mind went blank with the power of the pleasure that erupted inside his brain. She sucked, as saliva ran out all around her lips and down her chin. It seemed to him, from her moans, that she was enjoying this as much as he was. *And she was, she was a natural that craved a good suck, especially on a heavy, thick cock like this one! * He knew he wouldn't be able to let her continue, but the fucking sensation of her mouth was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. "Whoa, hold on missy, I can't let you continue this time, you're too good," he told her as he took her hand. He could tell from the scalding glance she didn't want to, her lips pouted as he lifted her from her knees and her facial tone was slightly less than graceful. "I promise you, as God is my witness ... we will continue this later!" but she was unmoved by his humor. He backed her to wall and kissed her once more as he held her there, her disposition softening somewhat. Then he turned her roughly to face it and brought her hands together at her wrist high above her head and pinned them against the wall in front of her, then he roughly shoved her feet apart, as he held her to the wall. "Is it rape sir?" she inquired in jest. "No Madam, you're too graceful a creature for that," he answered. Laura whimpered as she felt the heat of his stern organ flinch against the soft skin of her backside, impatient for the sensation of its ravishment! She whimpered shamelessly as her ass ground impatiently against the heat of his firm, throbbing cock! He released his hold on her wrist but she held them together there, in front of her, as a signal of her obedience to him. Laura trembled, as Jeff held the large cock in his hand and slowly teased the entrance of her cunt with its thick head. She could feel the warmth of his rushing breath wash over her, as it stirred the hairs on the back of her neck and the bastard continued with his persistent torture of her, with that insidious tool in his hand. "Take me!" she hissed. He smiled, but gave no reply. He laid the heavy firmness of his cock directly into the crease of her cheeks, as his teeth took the flesh of her neck, making the lust within surge in her body. His hands came around to find her breasts while his cock began to slowly move up and down in the warmth of her anal crevice. "Take me!" she whispered. He smiled again, as his heart-flared warm inside. Inundated with all that sensation, her emotions were all over the graph, as they slowly became a raging storm that she couldn't control. She spoke to him passionately saying things she'd never said to another, her flesh burning, her mind intoxicated with the sweetness of his caress. As Laura's body arched outward to grind against his flinching firmness, she felt a small trickle of her fluids, tickle its way down the inside of her thigh, trailing a path of liquid heat in its journey to her ankle. His fingertips danced about the hard buds of her nipples, as the sensation of their passage exploded pleasantly behind her closed eyes. "How would you be taken then my slut?" he inquired. "As it pleases you lord, only please ... don't stop until you make me cum!" she whispered softly. Jeff moved his cock to the crease of her mound and pushed his body forward, guiding the hot mass up and over her clit one more time, as she shuddered in front of him. He poised himself at her entrance, pausing to drink in the spectacular vision of her backside for a moment. His eyes raped her outline; from the stately set of her shoulders and graceful neck, to the titillating rise of her ass ... she was a splendid piece of art! He tongued the side of her neck as he slid the hard mass of his cock into her body and felt her shake in front of him. His heart leapt inside as he heard the breath rush from her lungs as he took her, and felt her sob with the intense sensation of his entry. He planted a series of hot kisses against her collarbone, as the heat of the creature in front of him enveloped his organ with delight. "Oh Jeff!" she sighed, as her mind took flight toward paradise. Laura felt his body expand her passage in a dramatic way, as he slowly made his way to the entrance of her womb. Her body went warm inside, and her legs trembled again, and Laura found herself truly thankful she had the wall to support her. He went primal in her, as his tempo increased in harmony with his desire, she was tight around him, and the softness of her passage only inspired him to ravish her even more severely. He could feel the head of his cock slamming into her womb while she continued to cry out for more. It crashed over her, erasing her identity, as she screamed loudly and her nails dug their way down the wall above and in front of her. She was grinding her lower body against him with a frenzied kind of hunger that completely excited him. "Cumming baby, oh God Jeff!" she cried out, as the walls of her passage rippled around his hot shaft. She reached behind him and forcefully dug her nails into the hide of his flinching buttocks and pulled straight forward, as she screamed and bucked backward. Laura took all that his body offered, as his rough, thundering pounding of her, brought her body the relief she had so desperately needed! There was nothing more for Laura now, but this moment with him, and this place where he had indelibly marked her heart as his, with the commanding heat of his manhood. She reached down between her legs, her nails seeking the sensitive area at the underside of his cock. She positioned them so that they raked his skin as he drove into her, desiring the seed she knew he carried for her. He groaned deeply, as his hands came to her hips and lifted her; the force of his pounding was driving her cheek against the wall firmly, as he came. She smiled, elated inside, as his voice thundered out his release behind her. She felt him, lurching wildly inside her passage, as he bathed her womb in the warm, sticky fluids, erupting from his cock. When he finished, he cradled her form as they sank to the floor together, his arms wrapped about her, his breath quick and warm at her neck. She was older than he was, but he didn't care, he wanted her forever. She accepted his adoring lips and tiny licks, as she drew a shuddered breath and closed her eyes against the beauty of his attention. "Laura ... theirs something you should know!" he had begun. "S-h-h-h, come lay with me Jeff," she said, as she stood up in front of him and took his hand. She walked in front of him feeling the warmth of his seed ooze from her battered opening as she moved ... and it pleased her that it was his. She led him to the king size bed and they reclined together, their bodies close, her fingers caressing him constantly. It was a new world for Laura now, and the center of the universe was this beautiful man beside her. In a few moments Jeff leaned over and kissed Laura's mouth, as his hand cupped her mound. She was still wet, and now she was fully swollen from the pounding he had just given her. "Oh baby, you know I can't say no!" she cooed. He went straight between her legs and his tongue raked its heat across the fat swollen clit between her battered ridges. Her hips rolled up as she moaned and the need began to smolder within one more time. "My god lover, are you always this way?" she asked, with a giggle. "Always dear heart!" he replied. Laura's fingernails caressed the top of his shoulders, as he manipulated her pussy with his tongue. She rotated her lower body against his mouth as he instilled a new surge of hot lust in her body and mind. When she had just started flowing again she felt him rise to his knees and place his strong hands on her hips. He quickly rolled her over and pulled her up at the waist, and then forced her face down against the sheets. His hand found her junction and he rolled her clit between two of his fingers while he kneeled and the tip of his tongue began to penetrate her anal slit. She jerked and cried out with the unexpected intrusion into her dark opening and immediately began to fuck backward against his energetic little muscle. "Oh God Jeff, you're so dirty!" she whimpered in front of him. Waves of lusty heat passed through Laura, as the hot, thick muscle, of his mouth fucked her ass. She could feel her cunt lips filling with blood once again, while she was seduced at both the front and back entry of her body. Her body wrenched with one bolt of pleasure after the other and the skin of her body tingling constantly. She felt the sting of his slap on her ass cheek and moaned deeply, as it translated into pure sexual pleasure within her. He continued reaming her ass and it was all Laura could do to keep from coming right then. "Yes baby ... I'm your slut!" she hissed, incoherent in thought. She felt his weight shift as he rose up on his knees and grasp his organ in his hand. The next thing she felt was the gentle nudge of his fingers teasing their way into her sensitive ass making her gasp. She felt herself stretch uncomfortably, as he entered her tight slit and she couldn't help but moan again. He was wonderful all around her and all in her, his soft warm fingers tempting her rapture. "Easy lover ... give it a moment," he had moved her too far, too fast and she wanted to linger with these pleasant sensations. Laura was now taken with the sensation of Jeff's fingers inside her, and she wiggled against his hand, as he slowly moved them in and out of her opening. Shivers ran through her flesh, as her passage fluttered around his busy fingers milking them, as if they might be a cock she was trying to suck sperm from. She groaned again, as his hand slapped her cheek several times in rapid repeat, and then she felt him straighten up behind her and prepare for his entry. Laura trembled again with the expectation of entry, as Jeff passed his cock up through her crevice collecting moisture on the girth of his wild flinching mass. Laura felt him pause with the head of his cock just touching the entrance of her forbidden passage. She whimpered, as she felt the warmth of it against her tight opening, seducing her to crave the impending impalement of her tender ass. "Yes baby, do it ... do it for Laura!" she whined. He moved his body forward stuffing the thick, spongy head of his cock into Laura's ass. She shuddered mightily and worried her lower lip with her teeth, as it cleared the tight ring of her opening with a pop. She went still adjusting to its presence, but then began to slowly hump backward on the stiffness of his cock, as the hunger overcame the temporary discomfort. "Fuck me baby, fuck me with that hard thing in front of you!!" she pleaded, as she rocked back on his driving flesh. Jeff plunged forward driving his cock almost all the way into Laura's clutching heat, and smiled as he heard her whimper of delight. Laura froze in front of him, going rigid and completely still, as he flexed his formidable cock in the soft heat of her ass! "Bastard, I love you bastard, and I love your hard cock!!" she screamed. "Quite the anal slut, are we dear?" he teased. "Shut up and fuck me bastard ... fuck me till it hurts!!" she yelled, as her fingers began to caress her hard bucking clit. Realizing that Laura was taken away with the sensation of her ass fuck Jeff reached up and grabbed a handful of the vivacious brunettes thick raven hair. Using it like a rope he pulled her body forcefully backward, as he rammed his cock deeply in her tight passage. Jeff's blood, and cum, were at the boiling point now, his pulse was a hammer in his head and a throbbing ache in his balls! Laura spasmed around him and the entire length of her passage fluttered in caress around his driving fuck meat, milking his huge cock, as she started to cum again. She screamed until her throat was raw, as she shook through the waves of pleasure that left her senseless, and disorientated. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jeff you're so bad!!" she cried, while going nova again. He managed to hang on through the storm of her release, but he really didn't know how. He tenderly caressed her back and shoulders as the pitching waves of hot emotion began to level. "Oh Jeff baby, that was beautiful," she whispered, when she finally calmed down. He became even more primal with his fucking, as she adjusted her hips to meet the hard driving thrust of his hips. Finally, she felt the girth of his cock swell inside her, as she whimpered in front of him, overcome with the sound, smell, and feel of the man. "Come for me baby, fill me with your hot seed, oh baby I need to feel you shoot there!" she hissed. She bucked, as she felt again, the stinging heat of his hands stinging report against her ass, and the woman went radiant inside. Jeff reached under Laura and squeezed her breast savagely making the young prostitute cry out, as his fast moving cock ripped through her ass. Jeff was in high gear while his cock pounded her opening and soon Laura began to shake again too. Her cunt fluttered and went supernova once more, as the convulsions of her orgasm milked his stiff pussy pleaser. He arched his back and threw his head back in ecstasy as he empty himself into her convulsing channel, stream, after stream, of hot, sticky cum, exploded into her opening. She fucked back against him madly, as he shot his cream into her tight opening, flexing fiercely to milk the stuff out of his cock. The huge muscle was wild inside her body as it expelled its cum, bathing her insides with its delicious warmth. "Oh baby you come so good for me," she sighed, as his wet come traveled down the inside of her thigh. He curled to her form and nuzzled her shoulder and neck with his lips before he dislodged himself and rolled away. He flopped out beside her, noting the full swell of her breasts underneath her body and how beautiful they looked they looked from this angle. "Did you mean it?" he asked her playfully. "Mean what dear?" she responded coyly. "You know fucking well what ... slut!" he barked. "Yes, and I hope you're not the jealous type," she responded smiling. "I won't be, as long I know your loyalty is with me Laura," he said. "Te amo, tesoro mio," she whispered softly, with sincerity. He fucked her again before he took her to the top of the Stratosphere Casino for a night view of the city, and once more when they returned. She had kissed him there and told him she loved him, as they looked out over the valley, with its lights twinkling like multicolored gems on some black velvet cloth ... as far as the eye could see. For the first time ... in a long time, Laura was at home again, at peace in her inner being. She clung to him that evening never far from his side, her eyes constantly attending his form with loving care. She fell asleep in his arms that night among the cool satin sheets of their bed, and smiled through her dreams! -------------------------- End part 1 [email protected]

The Training of Jade ------------------------------------------------ By William DuPain (c) ------------------------------------------------ This is a story of domination between a younger woman and the man that eventually falls in love with her. Who, in a subtler way became the slave of the love she sponsored deep in his spirit. MF-Language-Light BDSM, and yes, like it or no, "romance." ------------------------------------------------- William Devlin made ready the umbrellas, the seating, and even metered the ambient light of the room in preparation for his new client. Ms. Kayden Summers she had requested a series of bust close ups of herself in a long black gown. She had found his little off path studio via referral from a young lady that had sat for a series of graduation photos several years back. William picked up a good deal of work that way most of it in the spring and fall of the year. Her voice had been soft as she spoke to him on the phone and something in the nature of it gave him pause as they spoke. Her voice had soothed something deep inside William something he didn't recognize but the stillness of it was wonderful. He found himself wondering if she might be one of those rare advanced spirits that loved being held by direction. She arrived exactly on time and his heart sped as she entered his small studio at the back of the house. She was absolutely ravishing in every conceivable way, not in appearance only, but also in grace of motion. Her skin was flawless, her hair near platinum and her physical logistics impeccable, she was a raving piece of beautiful art in motion. "Hello Mr. Devlin, I'm not late am I?" smiling, as she made polite conversation. "Not at all Ms. Summers, in fact I had just finished making ready for you," he responded. Her smile was easy and pleasant and seemed to light up her soft green eyes as she looked at me. I knew when I looked into the wonder of that smile that if I weren't very careful I would become a slave in chains to the agony of a gentle young personality. "Can I get you something from the galley Kayden, I have soda and soft wine?" "No Mr. Devlin, I'm fine, but thank you, your very kind to offer," she replied. I found myself hating the fact that I was at least fifteen years her senior and immediately dismissed the silly notions coursing through my head. "Shall we begin Ms. Summers?" I suggested. "Please!" she smiled. I led Kayden to the chair and stood by as she sat and made herself comfortable. I couldn't but help notice her long beautiful legs, as she crossed them with ease before me. She looked up to see if I was watching and smiled sweetly when she caught me admiring her. She made me feel like an unsteady schoolboy that had not yet formed a solid sexual identity ... I was amazed by that. I stepped behind the tripod and said, "smile for me Kayden," and did she, like the rising sun of a beautiful fall morning. The drama of it stirred my soul within and made me tingle under my zipper just a little. I ran through the customary positioning, crop, and lighting changes of her close ups and then stepped from behind the camera and uncapped the D80 that hung from my neck. "Would you like a break before we continue Ms. Summers?" I asked. "No Sir, really I'm fine Mr. Devlin," she answered. "I will need to make adjustments to your persona as we progress, please don't be alarmed if I touch your hair or move your head from time to time," I explained. "I understand sir," she replied smiling. I began moving in a tight circle around her body shooting in three frame brackets and looking for any excuse to touch her. I paused and moved in repositioning the long platinum strands behind her shoulder and then placing my hand on her chin angled her face toward the light of a nearby window. My touch was very light and deliberate, as my fingers lightly passed down the skin of her throat. I could see instantly that she quickened inside, and her eyes took on a soft dreamlike quality that was very becoming. I finished shooting, kicking myself for not finding good reason to touch her again. "It will take a few days for me to finish cleaning all of these and pass them through my software, I'm sorry but I do it all by hand without benefit of presets, it's a control issue for me," I explained. "I understand," she answered. I extended my hand and she took it and held on as she disembarked and gained her footing, and then seemed reluctant to release it. She began to look at the photos on the walls and seemed drawn deeply to one in particular. It was a photo of beautiful brunette model in red leather bodice bent over slightly with a riding crop swinging down on the cheek of her buttock. It was a beautiful fetish rending bright, colorful, and meticulously lit. "I have that series in book here, if you'd like to look at all of them Kayden," I told her. "Please would you mind I might like something like this, well, I mean to show the boyfriend that I don't have yet when he arrives in my life," she stammered. I smiled at her attempt to justify her interest in the colorful fetish photo, and my mind began to consider her true persuasions. I pulled the chair in front of my desk out, fished the photo album out of the bottom desk drawer, and laid it on the desk. And left her there, as I went to retrieve a bottle of water for my young damsel. I don't think she noticed my presence when I returned until I sat the unopened container in front of her, and then only in passing it seemed. She was deeply immersed in the images, a rich tapestry of moving thought that appealed to the lust of a specific desire. They were very artistic in nature and some of the best I had ever done, mostly because of the model I had used, she was instinctively a natural with it. Muriel had been taking classes nearby but was originally from Chicago, she was deep into the scene and introduced me to it one cozy evening after a shoot. "Do you really think there are people that actually do those kind of things?" Kayden ask, shattering the train of memory roaring through my head and heart at the moment. "Why yes my dear, I have done such on many occasions," I responded. Her eyes rose to meet mine, sharp and lively, a thousand questions leaping forth from the emerald sheen of her youthful curiosity. She held me that way for a moment without speaking but she didn't need to, I knew what was on her mind, and I knew in that moment what she needed. "It isn't like most people imagine Kayden, it's a union of consent where needs in kind meet to appease like hungers. And I think you know what I mean don't you Kayden?" I said. She lowered her eyes and refused to look at me, and I knew she was struggling over the question of her desired confession. I placed my hand at her knee, gave her a gentle pat, and spoke softly to her, "You have wanted to try this for a long time haven't you Kayden But their was never anyone close to you that you felt confident about trusting, no one that would understand your needs." "Yes sir," she answered, eyes still on the floor. I took her hand and she rose to stand before me the cheeks of her face had gone light crimson, her eyes were fevered bright, her breasts raising with a quick cadence that only desire can bring. "My dear I want you to bend over my desk with your palms on top and remain there until I return, do you understand me Ms. Summers?" I asked her. "Yes sir, I understand," she said softy. I rushed to my room to retrieve a few toys, my heart hammering, unable to believe my good fortune. When I returned she was still standing as I left her, with her head down and eyes closed. I couldn't resist a caress of her fabulous cheek and one very light slap of affection. Kayden whimpered when the blow landed against her perfect ass cheek, and the shiver that passed through her was not lost to these eyes, or this raging heart. "Are you going to hurt me?" she asked softly. "No Ms. Summers, this is not about the psychology of supremacy, but of mutual need. I will heat your flesh, tease your spirit, and inflame your desire but I would never crush the flower that pleases my eye." I explained. I caressed the cheek I had offended and ran my hand up her back pausing to gently squeeze her shoulder. "Please raise your dress and uncover your ass to me Kayden," I instructed. "But I'm so frightened!" she squeaked. "Do you trust me Kayden?" I prompted. "I don't know ... yes!" she finally whispered. At last reaching back she raised the long black dress and there before my eyes were the frilled, bright yellow panties she wore. I hooked my fingers in the sides and very slowly lowered the scant scrap of fabric to her ankles. Carefully I raised each high-heeled foot and liberated her from there restraining presence. Her ass was nothing less than a contemporary work of modern art, perfect in its slopes and angels and I simply had to kiss each cheek. Afterward leaning back where I knelt I ran my hands very slowly up the backside of her legs and smiled, as a tremor passed through her young flesh. "Oh God yes!" she whispered. As I neared the junction of her upper thighs she spread her stance wider still and I smiled again. I could feel the heat of her crotch licking at the back of my hand, her lips hung gaping and hairless before me ... perfect in their presentation. I ran a single finger very lightly against the ridge of her vulva and she gasped then drove back seeking greater contact there. Her scent was a witches love spell seducing my olfactory senses now; it was a heady brew the elixir from this stunning young blonde, like the sex of yesterday in wide-open fields of fall, light, airy and very deep with earthy overtones. Kayden's brain was alive with the sensation of this older mans hands on her body. His fingers were like flickering flames of passion against the smooth skin of her young body. Every point of contact they made sent shooting bolts of joy through her body that teased her nipples and vulva, driving her imagination to the most wonderful of visions. She knew she was wet down there but for some reason it didn't matter, she wasn't embarrassed and all that really concerned at this moment was that these feelings continued in her body. My finger found the dampness of her opening and I played there in the wetness her desire had produced, teasing her with deliberate intent, driving her to frustration. As the tip of my finger played just inside her passage I felt her tighten, attempting to entice my instrument deeper still. When that failed she stroked downward in an effort to drive me deeper into her body. I slapped her ass lightly, and she shivered again. "You can do more if you like," she whispered. I did, I gently inserted two fingers into the tight dampness of her young opening. "Oh Mr. Devlin that is wonderful," she hissed. I gently pumped her dripping organ, saturated now with the tension of her flaming passions. She loved it and I knew she wanted to come this way, I could feel her muscles flex, and then relax, as she rocked against my hand with a steady rhythm. I fished the riding crop out of the bag I had brought out of my room and as my hand gave her pleasure my whip gave her heat. Three light taps to her right cheek in rapid succession caused her body to jerk severally in front of me. "Yes you horny bastard!" she hissed back at me. I brought the crop down twice more with a little more force this time, "Well bred young ladies do not curse my dear Kayden," I explained. "I'm sorry Mr. Devlin," she whined. It was difficult for Kayden to control the surging emotion these sensations produced in her spirit. Each erupting into a bright fountain of sensual pleasure that assaulted her reason and wounded her self-will. She was losing herself in all this rush of pleasure that was allowing a stranger to use her body as if she were some common whore and making her love it. She jerked again as he slapped her ass once more and a rushing wave of heat filled her, that oddly, produced a sharp thrill in her heart. She was finding herself seeking ways to be bad for him to encourage his punishment of her body. The light-stinging slap of his hand, mingled with the delicious sensations he provided between her legs, blended in her body to produce the most pleasurable physical experience of her life. "My God she thought, I must be deeply sick to love this!" William removed his hand from between Kayden's thighs and reaching over to the bag pulled out a slender eight-inch jell-soft vibrator. He turned it on and began to move its tip against the swollen, wet lips, of her entrance. As his tongue licked the crimson spot of her cheek he had punished with the crop he began easing the vibrator in between the lips of her passage. She liked it; her hips began to move immediately in response to the presence of the device. "Please William, deeper, fuck me like you mean it," she threw back at him. Kayden couldn't believe her own boldness after her outburst. Well, not all innocence after all in the emerald eyes of youth, he mused internally. But he did as she asked, and began to stroke deeply into the recesses of her tight wet opening. She was rocking again taking the pleasure the device gave with greed, her leg muscles flexing in rhythm with her movements. "Oh God William its delicious down there, please don't stop" she whispered softly. "It looks wonderful entering you Kayden, spreading you wide and coming out soaked with your juices," he commented! He continued to fuck her body with the soft device, slapping the cheek of her ass occasionally as he went. She was breathing more rapidly now, as her raw savage need came more to the forefront of her behavioral patterns. He stopped, when she began to tremble, not wanting her first come to explode in this manner. He rose behind her and turned her then to face him, her eyes were bright, lust filled bowls, of the most intense need he had ever seen. "Remove the dress Kayden," he told her. She didn't struggle, to her credit, her Jade colored eyes smiled softly at him as she moved to execute his command. She stood there beautiful in her presentation of burning modesty, her eyes glued to the floor, her breasts heaving. She was beautiful, her high pubic mound rose sharply from a flat well toned abdomen. Her breasts were firm, and still lifting at the ends, her nipples of course hard now, inflamed and brightly colored. She raised her head, seeking his face, wanting something more, some reassuring act of tenderness ... he did not deny her, and his lips took hers immediately. She pressed the length of her body close to him as her tongue drove for the dark recesses of his mouth; she was unable to control her hunger anymore. Kayden's hand found the burning bulge in the front of his pants, caressed it slowly, and then gave it a loving squeeze as she kissed him. "Please lay across the top of my desk for me dear Kayden," his voice soft as he spoke. "What will you do to me sir?" she asked. The whip hissed, as it moved through the air, joyful at last to apply its talent against the soft form, of this gentle, young, disobedient creature. She cringed as it burned itself into her consciousness, her hand moving to immediately administer some degree of tender attention to her painful thigh. "There are women Kayden who would be grateful to lay across my desk in front of me totally nude," he told her. "Do you believe your special and that somehow elevates you in worthiness above all the other women of the world," he queried. "I'm sorry sir, please don't do this to me, I promise I won't question you again," she pleaded, as tears formed in her lovely eyes. Reaching out quickly he raised her head finding her eyes to seek his answer there. He found it, in two turbulent and troubled pools of soft green, tinted with the hue of her present sadness. "You do have doubts about yourself don't you my dear? Kayden in this moment we now share you have become the most beautiful creature in all creation to me!" he explained. She looked beyond his eyes, and finding his intent, she knew the man, and knew at last she need not fear him. Her arms sprang out and encircled him, as she buried the side of her face against his chest. "I know you Kayden, as you know me, we were meant for this day, and for each other my dear," he told her! I know my lord, I know it now," she answered! Stepping back he lifted her chin until her eyes held his again she was peaceful once more and he loved that about her. He pressed his lips to hers and she went soft against him, her mouth hungry, and her tongue impatient with his as she devoured him. She broke the embrace after stealing his breath and shaking his confidence somewhat. And with regal grace spread herself before him atop the desk, as he had asked. "My God dear Kayden, you are a wonder to these eyes of mine," he told her! Her smile told him she was pleased with his appraisal of her. "It is only my lustful need at this moment that prevents me from taking hold of my camera and working up your pose!" he said. His lips began with hers; she was sweetness that way against his mouth, but quickly moved to the side of her neck where they bit lightly, as his tongue teased the sensitive skin there in a swirling frenzy, that made her giggle lightly. He moved his mouth lazily to the hard nipples of her gorgeous smooth breast, where he toyed with each in turn licking, kissing, and biting the hard little nubs. He could tell she enjoyed the activity by the way she arched against his mouth, and her fingers dallied through his hair. As William's hand stroked her mound his lips trailed down the center of her chest and belly, teasing her in passing with soft kisses and gentle licks. The scent of her folds as he neared her mound, set his mouth watering, and made the blood in his veins boil. He lapped her mound all around, as she squirmed beneath his touch, his hand snuck up as he devoured her, to squeeze her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Kayden arched her back seeking the pleasure she felt there now, her breast needing this warm, minor abuse. "Oh God Mr. Devlin, I love that fucking tongue of yours!" she hissed. William bit his way down a single ridge of her vulva his tongue only lightly outlining the swollen lips of her vagina when he arrived. He played there, teasing her until she groaned, then suddenly probed her deeply, her breath caught and her body spasmed slightly, as his firm tongue ran away back up her crevice and toward her clit. He lashed her, sucked, and probed with his tongue until her body was a frenzied blur of motion against his face, and her voice but a broken string of pitiful whimpers. He continued his insane use of her pussy, as his hands and fingers tormented the gentle smooth skin of her body. He ate until she cried out, and her warm fluids dribbled down the center of his chin pooling on his upper chest. He broke unexpectedly and raised up standing over her, here legs were spread obscenely wide, the flushed lips of her vulva gaping open exposing her lush pink to his eyes. He slapped the top of her crevice lightly, at that place where her firm clit stood up above the ridges of her vulva. She cringed and groaned deeply in her throat; several more rapid, well-placed blows landed at the same spot, as her hips rolled up to embrace and welcome this savage abuse of her sex. "William, god yes, more please!" she whispered. "Is your pussy ready Kayden, ready for a hard fast fuck my dear," he taunted her. "Yes sir, I need one!" she whispered below him. "I will end that ache between the lips of your cunt my virginal slut!" he taunted. "Yes sir, I'm your slut sir," she breathed. She didn't care at the moment what he called her she needed that thing between his legs, needed him inside her fucking her lust into oblivion. He stepped to her head and laid his cock across her lips, she opened them slightly the tip of her tongue caressing the underside of his hard member softly. "Turn your head to the side my love I'm going to fuck your mouth first and later ravish your cunt," he told her. "Yes sir Mr. Devlin," she said softly. He entered her roughly pushing the head of his cock deep into her throat reveling in the hot dampness of her cavity. He wrapped his fingers tightly in the long platinum strands of her hair as he fucked her. It was of course obviously impossible to get his entire cock into her mouth, but the sensations there were unbelievable all the same. She gagged as he pushed the head of his cock into the tight ring at the back of her throat. He backed out to avoid panicking the young woman, unsure at this point about her depth of experience in the world of oral affairs. "You have a beautiful mouth Ms. Summers, hot and soft, it feels wonderful around my cock," he told her! Kayden seemed pleased with his comments and renewed her efforts to please her lover. She made little bites all around the head of William's stiff member and with each little burst of teasing pain, his cock lurched in her mouth. "It pleases me very much what you do with your mouth my little tease, it seems we have discovered an indispensable talent within you my sweet platinum vixen," he encouraged. When she ran her bright red, perfectly manicured nails across his balls, he went a little dizzy inside, and his heart rang in his chest with the joy of the sensation. William slowly ran his fingers around in the slick, thick wetness of her fluids, passing his thumb over the hard bulge of her stiff clit, as her mouth tormented him. "Oh Mr. Devlin your hand is heavenly," she breathed below. In the emerald fires of her young eyes he could see the lure of her lust beckoning persuasively, as her wickedly sweet mouth, drove him to the very edge of life. "He flicked her clit with his finger rapidly several times in quick succession causing a temporary trauma of crisis in her young body. She flinched severally and tried to withdraw, seeking shelter from the unbearable intensity of the stimulation. "Oh my God!" she whimpered. It was at that moment William bending low over her, took her lips and drove his tongue deep into the sweet softness of her inner flesh. Ms. Summers moaned as his tongue explored every centimeter of her cavity there, she was soft and clinging as he kissed her and it stirred him deeply in his spirit. Just as quickly as he had taken her lips he released them, moving his mouth to the side of her neck, he lightly bit her there and then began to suck as his tongue swirled over the surface of her skin swiftly. Again young Kayden tried to retreat from the sudden rush of intense sensation but William pinned her wrist to the desktop and she was helpless to move. She writhed and pleaded, as she struggled for her freedom, begging him to relent and let her go. "Oh God, please Mr. Devlin I can't stand that!" she pleaded with sincerity. But as he looked at her when he broke, he noticed her smile and the sheer joy in her young eyes, and he knew instantly she would love being bound. He pulled her to the edge of the desk, as he prepared to take possession of her body. She smiled up at him as he placed the length of his cock into her hot crevice and she sighed deeply at first contact. William, in teasing mode, ran the mass of his cock very slowly up, and then back down, the length of her slick crevice, relishing the tremors that passed through her body. "Your so big Mr. Devlin, will it hurt?" she giggled. He looked into her eyes, as he slid his cock into her, and they went wide as his member stretched her opening to a strain. Her breath rushed sharp from her lungs when he brutally shoved its full length into her tight young passage. She closed her eyes against the wave of sensation washing over her body and moaned while Devlin held his position reveling in the tight heat of her inner sex. "Your bigger than I thought lover," her strained whisper, informed him. William began his rhythm slow, deliberate, and deep; he was hoping to give his young model time to adjust to his presence. But Kayden raised her legs straight up in front of him making her entrance even tighter on William's cock. "Fuck me William, hard and fast please!" she begged. And so he did, she was slick all over down below as he began to hammer her young fit body in earnest. His fingers slid through the slick fluids of her vulva to find the hardness of her clit, as he fucked her. He flicked the little monk and she moaned loudly. He flicked again, more sternly this time and her whole body suffered multiple tremors before him. William even gave her little clit a light slap and she seemed to enjoy the abuse immensely. "Yes baby, use it, make it come!" she hissed. Her attitude sent him into overdrive, as he lunged forward driving the head of his cock hard into the entrance of her uterus. She was moaning constantly as he used her and he fucked her like a dog, savagely breeding some street bitch at mating season. He slapped the side of her thigh and she began the convulsions of orgasm, locking down painfully on his cock, as her tight cunt spasmed all around him. William reached up and clamped down on both nipples, as she arched high in the air. "Oh fuck William, it's coming!" she screamed. When she felt the pressure of his vise like fingers abusing her sensitive flesh she screamed and shook from head to toe. Her lower body gushed an inordinate amount of thick, hot cream, around William's cock as she shuddered through her orgasm. Her song of shattering, a peel of passions thunder, as like a thousand slivers of glass she exploded outward in equal speed and distance from her central point of reference. All that made I reduced to ash ... and the wine, the joy and agony of feminine fulfillment lived on, in the peace of her needs death, in blessed sanctity. He paused his pounding below not wanting to pressure her, his hands moved gently against her breast now and caressed her entire torso. She lay for a moment enjoying a reprieve from the hunger of natures mating call, her breath quick, and her face soft. "Did you come!" he teased. She giggled hard enough to make her perfect breasts jiggle, "Um, not sure, don't have my college sex manual with me," she responded with a smile. "I have a new name for you my dear, if you don't mind," he told her. "And that would be???" "Jade, Ms. Summers, in honor of those beautiful eyes I love so," he said. The humor was gone as she spoke softly, "do you really like them William?" "Yes Ms. Summers, I really do!" he told her. She rose from the desk and kissed him, it was a sweet thing that she held, as her hands caressed him. When she moved from his lips her teeth found the lobe of his ear and teased him in that place. "You're wonderful William," she whispered. "Not really, but I'm pleased at least, that you think I am," he said. She kissed her way down his chest and abdomen without further comment and knelt before him. She took him damp, deep in her mouth and began a rapid fire pumping of his agonized meat. Jade went so deep that she gagged and had to pause to catch her breath on several occasions. She pumped his cock furiously her own spittle running freely down her chin falling to the floor in great round drops. "Jade," he said, the word trailing down in volume, as his eyes closed tightly. Her small warm hands caressed the sack that held his seed until it visibly tightened snuggly against the bottom of his wet cock. She could feel him flinching, as their war for control waged between the gentle warmth of her rapidly moving mouth and the stubborn sternness of his rigid throbbing cock. William growled loudly as his seed rose from his sac, searing that channel at the underside of his dick. A rush of heat gaining momentum, as it tortured him with intense pleasure; speeding to explode in the gentle warm mass of Jades hungry young mouth, warming her tissue there and seasoning her tongue with its hot salt. In a marriage of slight pain and great joy he delivered the first volley, blasting the back of her throat with his thick hot semen. His legs shook and his voice roared to the heavens overhead, in joyful triumph. Jade went all the way down, locked her lips around the base of his cock, and then swallowed. Blast after hot blast shot into the beautiful blonds hungry mouth and she didn't lose a single drop. After what seemed hours his cock ceased it's flinching and still her beautiful mouth gently worked his softening manhood. Her hands softly massaging his bag, as she nursed the very last sensations of pleasure from his dying lust. Like the breath of wind on the last live coal of some dying fire deep in the pitch of night, her kiss was warm and gentle. He dropped to his knees in front of her and her eyes adored him there, as he marveled at her raw sensual abilities. "May I kiss you?" she asked him. "I think you should immediately," he replied. It was the most wonderful embrace he'd ever experienced and they expressed their affections for each other for some good time. When their lips were sated to the point of intoxication they broke, but still held each other closely. "I must shoot you in a much more serious manner Jade, erotic with nudity, and in a purely artistic format, if you would allow me." He asked her? "I loved to play dress up when I was a little girl ... I think I just might enjoy dressing up for you Mr. Devlin or rather dressing undressing," she giggled! "Your beautiful Jade ... I hope all of this wasn't too sudden for you?" he told her. "Did I please you Mr. Devlin?" she asked him, her eyes sliding from his face, still afraid of the wrong answer. "You're the most passionate lover I've ever had Ms. Summers," he said in truth. The cheeks of her face flared crimson as she lifted her eyes to his; he found them very gentle in appeal and smiling, when his heart went soft with the sight. "Will you send me away now Mr. Devlin?" she asked him softly. "I could never be that rude Jade, not after this, and please call me William, or Bill, the formality just isn't justified now," he said. "I would like to spend the night here with you William if you would allow me," she said softly. He smiled nodding in the affirmative; she was such a soft-spoken lady in her normal mode it was difficult to image that she could become an untamed sexual carnivore. "Would you direct me to your lavatory William I'd like to clean up a bit now," she said. He told her which door to enter and then watched her walk away; her gentle sway was like some notoriously sensual star-studded Hollywood flick, it made his heart thunder and his cock hungry again; but more even than these was her appeal to his artistic instincts. William rose and walked down the hallway to the other end of the house where he entered his bedroom and went to check the ties on his bedpost. He had decided to take her here again, and finish the binding of their two spirits. William carefully laid the leather crop out on the bed beside the jell vibrator and the nipple clamps that he wasn't sure he would use yet. He heard Jade exit the bathroom and called to her down the hallway. She was beautiful framed in the doorway of his bedroom everything about the young Jade Summers was vibrant and energetic. "Come stand beside me my dear Jade," he said. Jade glided across the room and took her place beside him her eyes searching his face when she stopped. "You've been very bad here today Ms. Summers you know that don't you?" "Yes sir Mr. Devlin, I'm very sorry sir I didn't mean to be," she replied. His heart raced, as he understood she was ready for the game, "And what do we do with improper behavior dear child?" "Please Mr. Devlin, please don't hurt me I promise I'll do better," she whined! Her eyes told him she knew this was a game but one she desperately wanted to play. He walked slowly around her crop in hand his eyes drinking in the intrinsic beauty of her flawless flesh, then the crop hissed and very lightly licked the cream colored skin of her ass cheek. Jade jerked sharply with the fire of it and gasped, but said nothing keeping her eyes lowered as her lover inspected her. "Touch yourself between the legs my dear," his voice soft and low with the request. "Please sir, don't humiliate me this way," she pleaded. Jade jerked again as the hungry crop ripped into the back of her leg, she trembled without speaking, as her hands found and began to caress her wet swollen vulva. "You are a very stubborn girl Jade I'm afraid this might take longer than I originally thought. "I'm sorry sir, I promise to do better," she said, as her eyes held his with a mischievous smile. His eyes drank in the sight of her fingers rapidly courting her own clit; thrilled by the number of little shivers passing through her slight frame, and the building urgency in her facial features. He knew, he could very easily become addicted to her and her physical charms. "You like playing with that thing don't you Ms Summers?" he asked mockingly. "Yes sir, your slut likes playing with her pussy sir," she responded. "Your such a beautiful little permissive Jade," he told her as his hands encircled her breasts. William rubbed his thumbs over her nipples as she teased her sex. He gave just the lightest squeeze to her strawberry blooms, and she cringed slightly in sympathy. He took hold of her hand guiding it to his mouth and she watched, as he licked her juices from her fingers. He kissed her noting the radiant heat of her crotch on his member, as he stood close to her; her response was wild and hungry again. "Don't move," he told her after the kiss. William fished the nylon restraints from his bag and wrapped them around Jades ankles. He lapped the Velcro making sure the gold colored metal rings were positioned on her outer leg. He placed two more exactly the same around her wrist with their rings positioned at the outside of her arm. "Now Jade I want you in the bed your back to the pillow please. Without protest she scurried to comply with his request and found her position. William ran the end of a silk like cord through the metal loop at her wrist and then through the loop at her ankle he tightened the cord from both ends, effectively drawing her ankle and wrist closer together and then tied it off in a knot. He completed exactly the same task on the other side of Jades body, and then bent over the helpless young woman to kiss her. There she sat her legs obscenely wide with her gapping cunt exposed to his touch and eyes. She was postured beautifully with her firm young breasts shoved straight out and her sensitive mons open and vulnerable ... gaping pink before him. "You must know by now that I absolutely adore you Ms. Summers with your perfect body and inspirational smile. But young madam your behavior here today has been outrageously hostile and I feel you need disciplined my dear," he explained!! "Please sir, if you'll give me another chance I promise I won't be any further trouble to you!" she pleaded timidly. "I'm sorry my dear but it has progressed too far for that," he told her. She simply smiled up at him. He moved the crop gently against the face of her vulva and her hungry flesh vaulted outward seeking the caress of his cold leather. Her fearful eyes gauged every movement the instrument made against her warm skin. Slap ... a single light strike against the bulging crevice of her organ and her body jerked sharply. "No please, please don't hurt me," she pleaded. Two more blows in rapid succession, metered with like force, and her nipples bloomed hard, as her eyes went fevered bright again. "Yes ... bastard, fucking bastard freak, so you like hurting helpless women, does that make you feel like a real man," she hissed vehemently. He leaned forward and kissed her lips and her tongue rushed into his mouth and began a rapid, forceful rape of his mouth. He moved the crop up the side of her rib cage and felt her body shudder against him, as she moaned with the sensation of the devices movement against her. He broke then and leaned back away from her and flicked the tip of the crop against her nipple, her eyes went closed, as the offended nipple colored bright red and quivered in trauma. "Oh God, yes-s-s-s, God help me I do love the sting of your love!" she whispered heavily. William ran the tip of his crop along the smoothness of her inner thigh, noting with bulging cock as he did, that her lower lips were gaping and severely swollen, her entire crevice drenched in her own sweetly scented dew, and he teased her again there with that wicked deadly crop. Her sight followed the tip of the crop as it slowly moved from the bottom of her crack to the top where it gently nudged the hard fullness of her bloated clit. He moved the wet tip of the leather crop directly in front of her nose but Jade turned her face away in disgust at his invitation. "Sick bastard," she breathed! The crop cracked her nipple smartly then, causing the mass of her breast to jiggle vigorously. Jade screamed as the fire in her flesh flooded her brain with pain signals. William immediately covered the injured tissues with his mouth and gently swabbed the area with his warm tongue. Jade arched while moaning, filling William's mouth with her eager skin, she cooed for him as he administered pleasure to her injured body. His hand dropped and his fingers began lightly wooing the hot mass of her wet cunt. She moaned softly with the stern, strong signature of his capable fingers and their deep influence on her growing lust. He slipped two fingers into her opening searching high and back for her G-spot and when he found it the pitch of her voice became instantly sweeter. As his fingers probed her wet pussy, his deft tongue began its rigorous seduction of her clit; he used it like a gentle, warm whip, against her sensitive mass. In all ways the beautiful Jade Summers was communicating her pleasure with the measures her lover now deployed against her need. She struggled against her restraints longing deeply to caress her master's flesh with her hands, mouth and teeth. "My Lord, you make me pant!" she cooed softly. His tongue was a mage's spell of lust against her young body, subjugating her ability to direct her own thoughts. His every move on her flesh made it seem as if the two had been life long lovers. William paused all activities on her body, to look at, and gauge, his progress in her face. Desires of the deepest nature were found in the jade colored flashing of her gentle eyes; eyes that would not touch his own, as she trembled before him, agonized in the heat of her own pleasure. She made his heart ache with the quiet stillness of her nature, and he longed to shame her with the heat of her own need and tame the independence in her, on chance of making her, his own. "It would appear to me that you are enjoying this far too much!" he explained. He approached her softly, his hungry fingers lightly stroking her cheek. He lifted her chin but she refused to greet his eyes with her love. She was hiding inside herself in fear of what was yet to come. He moved his hand between her legs and began his slow deliberate seduction of her wet folds. William kissed her, not passionately, but more in a teasing way. He whispered in her ear how lovely she looked, stretched out nude that way. "I'm going to fuck that pussy of yours again Jade, make you scream and writhe upon my bed. Would you like that my beautiful slave?" He asked her? "Yes Mr. Devlin I would in fact ... fuck me William right now!" she demanded, her restraint over come, by the sudden color of his suggestive words. He flicked the hardness of her clit and she bucked, with a loud cry. William plunged two fingers deep into the inner recesses of her cunt and began a rapid fucking motion with them, that made her head arch back against the headboard and sing to her lover, from the deep passions of her hungry flesh. When her eyes returned to his face again William could clearly see the tension of her need there, in roaring flames of hard emerald light. He stretched out in front of her on the bed and began to tease her large, prominent clit, with a series of light rapid flicks, with the tip of his sinister tongue. "Yes Mr. Devlin, eat my little pussy!" she breathed. William shoved his tongue as deeply into the creamy recess of her cunt as he could, the taste of her fluids straining his cock as he ate her. She was beside herself with wanting to move to rock against his probing heat and tease her own with his wicked tongue. "Oh God, deeper, please go deeper,' she begged! William eased his tongue back out of Jades clutching passage and slowly made its way up her crevice again where he assaulted her clit mercilessly. He continued like a mad man until he had led her to the cool waters, edge of release. She lay there before him shaking and helpless as he lashed her folds; and then suddenly stopped. "Oh God no, no William!" she hissed savagely He moved up between her legs, placing his face above hers, pausing he looked down into her eyes. He surveyed everything inside her, the need, frustration; every emotion in play at the moment was evident. As he kissed her his cock moved aimlessly against the wetness of her pussy, he could feel her straining beneath him to rub herself against it. "Are you ready to have that little pussy abused my dear Ms. Summers," he teased?? "Yes!" She pleaded seriously. He moved his hand down between those perfect thighs of hers and aligned himself with the entrance to her pussy. He watched her face as he entered, watched the surprise in her eyes, heard the catching of her breath, as his width stretched her swollen lips. "Oh Mr. Devlin you fill everything in me!" she whimpered! William caught up in the moment of her helplessness pounded her body in a heated rush to empty his thick cum in her tight opening. "Oh-oh-oh, yes Bill ... yes baby!" she crooned beneath him. He was thrilled with the spongy softness of her body around his driving cock, and the wet sloppy sounds his movements made as he fucked her. It was plain that Jade was lost in the sensation of her flesh, as small incoherent sounds issued from her throat in a non-stop stream. William reaching down beside their bodies pulled the cord extending out of the slipknot he had tied and set her arms and legs free from his restraints. Jades arms flew up around his neck and pulled his lips down to meet her own, her tongue immediately taking possession of his mouth. Jade wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him into her body forcefully; in response William increased his tempo. As he fiercely pounded her sopping cunt he felt her contractions begin rippling along the full length of his cock, the motion producing a pleasant tingling on the sensitive underside of his thick cock. "Oh fuck William ... I can't stand this!!!!" she screamed. Her fluids were rushing from her opening, and her eyes had rolled back in their sockets as she came. Her strong convulsions were too much to resist and William lost control as his cock expanded ready to explode deep in the heat of her soft tissue. I' m going to come Jade, I'm going to spray your pussy with my hot seed baby," he groaned, just before the first stream of fiery liquid drenched the walls of her passage. "Oh God the heat!!!" she screamed again. He blasted the inside of her milking cunt with a searing thick fluid as he came, her body straining upward to meet his frantic thrusting. His fluids as well as hers oozed back around his thick cock as he continued pounding her sweet young nookie. Her teeth took the side of his neck, as her fingernails sought his blood along the loins of his back. He felt her contractions decrease in time and intensity, as he fucked himself into the soft tissue of her cunt, grinding and reaming to rid his body of the last drop of its seed. She went limp beneath him, as her body swooned in physical bliss, sated, satisfied, and happy. They were both a mess of hot sticky fluids and the air was alive with the scent of their love. William propped himself up on his palms looking into her eyes, he found her approval there and in her smile too. He waited measuring the patience of this creature below him until the expectation of his lips frustrated her. She dove at his lips, mad with her need to express her affection and appreciation. She said nothing when she broke, but she didn't need to, the light of their eyes blended giving just text to each soul there about all that needed to be communicated between the two. "Now my dear, now that our dust has mingled, and our spirits blended indulging the wine of our own lust what shall be done for us ... but to share meat," he spoke smiling into her face. "Yes my Lord for you have used me now until I lay empty, revive me sir, and I promise I shall be the light of your evening and sweetness of your every dream as you lay that handsome head to your rest,' she spoke in kind smiling in return. And they both laughed at the silliness of their idle chat. "I'm afraid I will need the service of your facilities once more sir," she spoke as she rose, and teased him, with her sway once more, looking back across her shoulder, as she headed for the bath. William closed his eyes for a moments reprieve and reflected on how lucky he had been this day. First, to meet the loveliest creature he had ever been close to in real life; and secondly to actually make love to her and find her the most capable lover he had ever known, he was one lucky son of bitch, and it was about time too! As he raised his eyes at the sound of her approach William found her standing before him collard in a stunning black and silver affair about her neck ... with a fine linked gold chain in her hands, and then she spoke. "I have lost myself in you sir, but before I'm completely gone I need a commitment from you. I need to be owned by you William; you have exploded all over my life. There is nowhere in my mind I can go now and not meet you, I will not be able to go from one hour to the next without thinking of you." "You have not yet collard me so I have done it for you, if you'll place the clasp of this chain in my hook I will become yours forever or until in shame you dismiss me from your life, if not I will leave this place and your life and you'll not see me again Mr. Devlin." William was moved by this declaration from the young Jade Summers it ran far beyond his wildest hopes. He looked at her perfect in everyway, as she lay the chain across his palms, her eyes misting, as she backed away waiting for his decision. He approached her softly, his hungry fingers lightly stroking her cheek. He lifted her chin but she refused to greet his eyes with her love. She was hiding in fear again, fear of what was yet to said. "My dear Jade, I would be of all men the softest between my ears should I let a prize such as you escape my life, one so willing to love and commit in a relationship such as ours," he told her. He retrieved the chain from her hand and immediately fixed its clasp securely into the hoop at the front of her choker. Jade raised her eyes to those of her lover and the radiance of their light washed his spirit to stillness inside. This kiss she carried to his lips was not one of passion, but the firm sealing of a pact, or commitment between the two, a seal he was all too happy to answer. The two held each other in silence for the longest time after. And yes ... he did feed her ... later! End ......... [email protected]

The Ravishment of Sheila Ch. 2 ------------------------------ By William DuPain (c) ------------------------------ After the rape of his mother Sheila, Doug brainstorms a plan to save their finances, and property, using his knowledge of Internet porn, the abilities of some close friends, and his mother's body. MF-MMF-FF-Orgy-Incest-Voy-Language ------------------------------ The next morning Doug was the first to wake, he lay there beside his mother admiring her fit body. She had kicked the sheets off during the night and her bare bottom with its well-rounded cheeks and sensual slopes was exposed to his lusting, hungry eyes. Between the slightly parted thighs he caught sight of the swelling ridges of her ample mons. Her long, rich hair, splayed out around her head completely covering her face from view. He rose easily from the comfort of her company and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. He was cautious not to wake her, with all the recent stress he knew she needed to recoup mentally and physically. He sat at the kitchen table and remembered with a smile the feel, sight, and sounds of the woman's passion. He found himself admiring Sheila in a way he had never even considered her before ... and grew hard below with the memory of it all. He fished his cell phone from off the top of the microwave and went through his contact listings there, to make sure he still had Mark's home number. He wouldn't be there but his mother would know how Doug could reach him at college upstate. Mark and he had been playground chums, as they grew up, he was a little older than Doug. About a year and a half, but the age difference never got in the way. He would call him today and explain his situation to him and ask for his help ... Mark had always been a thinker he would find a way. When the beverage was up he seasoned his mothers with milk and sugar the way she liked it and toted the mug back to bedroom. He placed it on the stand beside the bed and then went to pee, because his teeth were already hurting now with holding it back. When he finished and returned to the bedroom he noticed that his mother still hadn't stirred but remained in the very position she was when he left to make coffee. He slipped back under the top sheet and moved as close to the warmth of her body as he dare. He felt her hand reach over and touch his leg; the warmth of her caress was most welcome. "Good morning Lover," she chirped, as sweet as a songbird. "No peeking, I know I look horrible," she giggled, as she rose and made her way to the bath. "You look heavenly, my beautiful Spanish Angel, the skies weep when you're blue and seas boil at your beckon," he told her. "Sheila, "Sunny Cruz/Candice Cardinelle," can't lay a glove on your body baby," he told her smiling. "Well, I can tell someone has been into the vitamin bottle already this morning," she threw back across her shoulder, as she moved toward the bath with a very gentle and provocative sway. He held the inner warmth her smile had left him with, and realized that he never knew before that she had that ability. When she returned she paused beside the bed, her eyes, not seeking to hold his own, directly. "Do you have any regrets lover?" she asked him softly as she sipped her coffee. "Only one my heart, that I didn't take you sooner," he told her. "Sitting down her cup she flew into his arms landing full on top of him and kissed his mouth," it was hard for Doug to make a perfect kiss with his big grin all over his face. She pulled her lips from his, her eyes starry and perfect in mood, she lightly bit one pectoral and then the other, mewling playfully as she did. The movement of her body throughout her antics was making Douglas hard for her again. Sheila noticed and looking into his eyes smiling, she then moved lower and captured the raging mass of flesh with her mouth. He moaned as she took him, his hips rising to meet the downward rush of her soft mouth, her antics making him delirious with joy and desire, as the rush of her pleasure intoxicated his brain. "If you're not careful something bad will happen down there," he warned her. "You can't scare me lover," she giggled. Then returned to her task, with increased vigor and abandonment and enjoyed the sounds from above her. Wicked tease that she was, she took him to the edge and dangled his panting ego over the side, but then relented, and jerked him back into hard, cold reality. Her eyes gave him the sweetest look of purity, as she smiled like an angels song in the freshest days of spring. Just as he was about to say something her head flashed downward and the heat of her mouth engulfed him once again. Her tongue teased along the underside of his cock, as her nails toyed dangerously with his tight sack. He was mesmerized with the sight of her, while the hollows of her cheeks increased in depth as her head rose up on his straining cock. He noted the veins in her neck, as they were forced closer to the surface by her effort. Doug was not about to waste this by letting go in her mouth no matter how beautiful a sentiment her activity. Reaching down he placed his hands beneath her arms pulling her up and off his member. Doug scooted down in the bed as he moved Sheila's body up on his and positioned her cunt directly over his face. She began to protest his action but he soothed her with his lips, and when his tongue took possession of her treasure ... she trembled with the sudden sensation of it exploding inside her head and body. His hot tongue snaked out of his mouth and struck the hard mass of Sheila's clit making her flesh surrender to his will. Sheila immediately began to undulate against her lover's warm mouth, as she felt his tongue alternate in speed and pressure against her sensitive organ. "Oh Douglas, this is better," she breathed lightly her voice a mere wisp of sound in the air above him. She felt his tongue plow deeply into her opening even as his finger began to tease, and probe, the tight opening of her ass. She shivered fiercely, as his fingers opened up her slit in back and began a slow shallow stroke of her opening. "I want your juice baby and I want all of it!" he told her sternly. "Yes sir!" she responded, with a giggle Doug lapped her cunt like a bulldog cleaning his own cock; he sucked and nibbled, forcefully assaulting her folds with his hard tongue. She was close to creaming on his face, as she shuddered above him, the brightly colored prose of her need streaming from between her slut red lips, filling the room with the life of her passion. "I need you my whore, I need you to take your place on my cock you beautiful Spanish slut!" he growled. She moved down, but before she mounted his cock she bent over her lover and licked her juice from his lips. The act itself thrilled him deeply, he would never have imagined his mother as such a wild, and deeply sexual person as this. Sheila kissed him after cleaning her son's lips of her nectar, her tongue slid in and then out, her teeth then bit lightly at the fullness of his lower lip. She teased him, holding his wrist to the bed as she consumed his mouth. "Do you need me Douglas ... need me to service you my beautiful hard stallion?" she teased her young lover. There was a gentle mischief in her eyes as she taunted her helpless son. "Would you like to feel the warmth of my passage surround your large manhood my Spanish man beast," she toyed. "You will beg for your end once I'm inside you my beautiful cantina whore," he growled at her. "Oh-h-h, beautiful cantina whore, but do you love me Douglas?" she prompted. "You know my Gypsy Queen," but now it is time, my lovely desert flower," he told her. He entered her brutally for the frustration she had caused him; she cringed and whimpered above him. As the wide, strong heat, of his member forced it's way inside her body and spread her near the point of pain. His lips took her and would not let go. Sheila went wet very quickly, as her son's monster probed and prodded her deeply. Her hunger washed over her body like a small tidal wave, and the only remaining sensation known in her universe was the sensation of that beautiful cock ripping its way through her clutching passage. His hands held her by her breasts gently squeezing her perfect globes, as he drove into her. Her head was back now with her eyes closed, locked away somewhere in a small corner of her own heavenly abode. Sheila placed her feet at both sides of Doug's body squatting over him, while holding onto his shoulders with both hands. She began to drive her body forcefully up and down Doug's long cock, cooing as she moved. "Do you like it my lover the feel of my little pussy?" she teased him. She could see from the look on his face that he was experiencing unbearable pleasure. "You please me very much, my beautiful Spanish flower," he groaned. She smiled as she watched the cords standing out on his neck. His eyes were closed as he battled for control, a war with self she knew he would lose. She increased the momentum of her stroking and worked her long sharp nails over his nipples and pectorals. Shelia could easily sense the movements were having the desired affect on his young body. She paused in mid-stroke and squeezed the inner passage of her organ around her son's cock making him moan loudly with the effort. She smiled very pleased with herself and then began stroking again. "You're a tease my beautiful slut," he groaned out, as she began pumping up and down again. She knew he was close when he started to meet her downward thrust with upward motion from his hips. His head was rolling from side to side and his hands were about to rip the sheets to shreds, so intense was his condition of pleasure. Sheila felt his cock stiffen and expand inside her passage, as his hips began to move furiously against her bottom. She felt the first wave of wet heat, sear her inside, as she fucked her handsome son. His voice was deep and thunderous, as he came filling her with the sweet fluid of his sack. "Come baby, give mother all of that bad stuff," she teased him with a smile. He burst into laughter, as he finished, at the absurdity of her baby talk, wooing as if she were talking to a child. "Are you funning me now Douglas?" she asked him, looking very much like a hurt little girl. "No my Goddess, but your nonsensical wooing makes me happy," he told her smiling. She lay out on top of Douglas stealing the radiant warmth of his young body, content and pleased with her performance. He was still inside of her, as she lay there, and she teasingly humped slightly against his softening cock. "You just can't get enough can you my Spanish nymphomaniac?" he teased. "Its all your fault Douglas, you turned me and made me this uncontrollable slut I've become," she giggled in reply, before kissing him. "I must shower my son, I'm surprised you didn't kick your dirty whore out your bed this morning," she teased. He smiled, as she leapt from the bed and high tailed it into the shower; there was a spring in her step as she moved, that told him all was not lost here. Douglas found his cell phone and then placed a pen and piece of paper at his side. Ready now, he called up Mark's home phone from his list to highlight and punched dial. "Hello," the voice answered. "Hello Maria," "Yes this is Maria Vasquez," she responded. "Mrs. Vasquez this is Douglas Verona and I was wanting to speak with Mark about some classes at college. But I don't have a number for him, could you tell me if there is a way for me to contact him at school Ma'am." "Oh, hello Douglas how's your mother doing?" she asked. "She's fine ma'am," he replied. "Do you have a pencil nearby Doug?" she asked him. "Yes ma'am and paper," smiling as he answered her. She gave him Mark's cell phone number and made him read it back, "All mothers were the same in some ways he thought." "He has a new flipper phone now Douglas, everyone at school had flippers so my Mark he must have a flipper too, I don't understand it all Douglas." "No ma'am neither do I," needing to laugh out loud hysterically! "Tell your mother hello for me Douglas, and tell my son to call me ... bye." "Goodbye ma'am and thank you," he told her "Usted es agradable," you're welcome. Doug wasted no time, given hour of the day or not, if he couldn't speak directly to Mark he would leave a message for him. But he did make contact with his old buddy and sat there for the next fifteen minutes catching up and explaining his situation. Mark assured him it was doable and he would check the Internet Ice House and among his hacker buddies at school for usable modules with or without cracks. Mark made him promise if he did this that he would allow him to sit in on a shoot some day or act as hand and help him out, Douglas of course agreed. Doug ended his conversation with Mark just as his mother came back into the room. "Speaking with your loose whore of a girlfriend Douglas," his mother teased as she entered the room. "You know I don't have a girlfriend whore or otherwise," he countered. "You do now my beautiful stallion," she smiled. "And its good for you, and her, that you have no other; otherwise I would scratch her eyes out and leave her blind and bleeding," she grinned. "My God, mother, you're very dark in some ways my love!!" he told her smiling. "I protect what's mine and you belong to me now my beautiful young man," she said smiling as she spoke. "I have contacted Mark and he will be starting on page design and security tonight, he's going to tap his associates at school for help and programming, but I'm afraid I had to barter for it love," he confessed. "What did you do Douglas?" she asked, her tone gone serious. "I traded you for the work my love, their was no other way," he told her. "YOU WHAT, YOU DID WHAT DOUGLAS, ARE YOU LOCO????" she screeched. "It isn't like he's going to fuck you Sheila, he just wants to watch me work through a shoot. But you will need to let him see you in all your splendid glory my love," he told her. There was still fire in her eyes as she spoke, "And what if I find him handsome, desirable ... and what if I want him, what will you do then my stallion?" she asked. "In that case I'll be forced to spank you," he told her as he swatted her beautiful ass twice. Sheila jerked with the impact of his hand on her bottom and her eyes went filled with lust while her nipples tingled slightly. She knelt between his legs and tilted her head to find his eyes, her raven locks falling freely about her neck and shoulders. "You do know how to please a woman Douglas, I would never leave you and I'll do whatever you ask of me my lord," she cooed, while her eyes adored him. He never knew before raping her, that she was something of a submissive that loved a little physical humiliation. And he couldn't help but wonder how it all came about, but he would explore that later, there was too much left to do now. "Lets see if your statement holds true tonight when your bound to this bed helpless before my hands, mouth and cock ... then tell me you'll do what I ask!!" he teased her. He watched a shiver pass through her body and noted her eyes as they brightened when his words entered her. "You will need to round up a red dress bright panties and bra and make sure you have what make-up you need on hand before we start Sheila. Also do you still have that white lace cover the old woman knitted for you? I'd like to place a bright colored swath of cloth behind it and use it near you when we shoot," he explained. "I will be ready for you love," she assured him just give me a couple hours notice to see to it," she responded. "We need a flood of artistic scenarios; and I will spend time brainstorming for these," his thoughts out loud. They were both becoming excited, caught up in the prospect of seeing something imagined born in the reality of their own physical plain. It was more than surviving the ravishment of financial degradation; it was something creative coming to life, something born of their will and creative genius they could call their own. Doug's cell started its annoying little wiggle dance in his pocket and he fished the thing out to receive. It was Mark calling with some rather outstanding news; he had found backdrops, programming modules and models. "You lie!!" he whispered into the phone. "No, on my soul amigo, these words are truth!" his young friend protested. It seemed that some of the young girlfriends of his buddies were excited about the opportunity to pose nude in a shoot. Mark had told him he would come home the next weekend to set up the software and contact the credit vendor, and secure the files for taxation and anything else his student law student pals thought necessary. Doug finished his conversation with Mark and ended transmission. He was deliriously happy, he had stuff now, and personnel, things were coming together. "Sheila I think we need to start shooting as soon as possible and get several sets ready to publish as soon as possible so we're not rushed when the software and license are in place," he told her. "I will need a few things, not much and I'll get those today," she told him smiling. She felt so happy at the prospect of getting the burden of her bills under control that her heart was filled with an indescribable joy that drove her to lock her arms around Doug's neck and kiss him hard once more. "I'm off love to get what I need," she told him as she picked up her purse heading for the front door. Douglas watched her leave admiring the back swing of her posterior gait as she flowed out the door like liquid fire. Douglas occupied himself with checking his equipment and gear while Sheila was out shopping and getting the attached garage ready for the shoot. When Sheila returned she was like some high school prom candidate wanting to submit everything for her son's approval. She tried on all three outfits and both pair of shinny stilettos. Not even mentioning the bloated credit card, she had loaded up. Being the horny creative lens buff that he was, Douglas couldn't help but grab the Nikon and do a little exploratory investigation. He posed Sheila with her well-formed thighs slightly parted and her dress up high enough to catch the bright yellow color of her satin panties, as she sat straight up and held her hair up high in the back with one hand looking straight into the lens with her hottest smile. Then he shot her with her boobs hanging out of the top of her snow-white dress and caught a few frames of her hand as it explored the inner workings of her pleasure center. It was all he could do to keep his hands off the woman through it all, "God, the tortures of the work place, he chuckled to himself!" Over the next several days, Douglas experienced the charm, and unleashed passion, of the woman in every remote location on the property, at all hours of the day and night. He found sexual positions he wouldn't have believed possible, had he not participated in them first hand himself. At last Friday evening was upon the two and there was a certain nervous energy captivating the two regarding the next days activities. They had moved some furniture into the garage and draped the walls with colorful fabric for background, and were as ready as they could be given their meager resources. Sheila was up early that Saturday morning meticulously making herself ready against the day and its work. Her make-up was perfect; every hair in place and the white high heels and pearls accented her red satin dress beautifully. She rose from her seat as Douglas entered the kitchen and placed her arms around him where he stood, "please hold me Doug, I'm a little nervous about all of this you know," she told him. He knew she was anxious about being nude in front of people she didn't know, "He whispered at her ear softly that she was the most sensual woman on the planet. He told her that he loved her, and would never allow her to be embarrassed." She seemed reassured in some measure then, and kissed him softly. Mark and entourage arrived in two separate vans loaded down with young females and relevant gear. Doug took Mark aside and buzzed him concerning his mother's nervousness just to let him know he'd need to work her ego up a little. The introductions were made all around, there was Kandi the busty blond bombshell a law student, Vanessa a raven headed Social science major, and Shay the long legged redhead with the brooding eyes. All of Marks companions were lovely in the extreme and decked to the nines. Doug started his mother out seated in a large over stuffed chair with a serious of tease photos that were mainly wide smiles and wider legs to show off the new French undies. He called out arrangement moves to Mark who dutifully arranged Sheila's hair and garments in their proper place frame by frame. Doug noticed some lingering and rather delicate contact by Mark as the work progressed; and noted that his mother's inhibitions had all but dissolved in the progress of it all. When Mark reached down to move her panties to one side of her vulva exposing her wet bulging crevice to the camera, his fingers made light contact with Sheila's clit and their was a sharp gasp of air, as her hips rolled upward to sustain contact between them. It was obvious that things were starting to heat up in the little group; it could even be seen in the young ladies Mark had brought with him, a certain kind of surging sexual energy was developing here. Kandi was the spontaneous one out of the group and suddenly without a prompt or call she seated herself beside Sheila and placed the tip of her tongue on Sheila's nipple. Douglas caught it just in time before she moved to a new position kneeling between Sheila's legs with her back to the camera and her head down. It made it look as if she were going down on the older woman from the cameras vantage point. Douglas directed his mother to throw her head back and close her eyes as if in ecstasy which she did. Then Kandi stood up beside her and shoved her hand into Sheila's panties making a fist and seemingly masturbating the older woman in front of the camera. Sheila than slid her hand up Kandi's skirt and looked up at the younger blonde with adoring eyes. Unlike Kandi, Sheila actually did begin to manipulate Kandi's clit and the effect was positive and immediate. Before long the scene was in fact a grouping scenario between the two and both seemed to enjoy it a great deal. Douglas just kept shooting not even concerned about that enormous bulge in front of his jeans. He was careful to catch both women stepping out of their undies as they stripped those garments to gain access and freedom. Sheila called for a prop from her bag of goodies and was handed an eight-inch soft pink vibrator, which she intended to use on her younger model. But first there was a steamy kiss between the two and lots of exploratory touching. Kandi was so turned on by now that she actually did cover Sheila's mound with her mouth and start licking her clit. Douglas with the D-80 in hand shot all around the scene from various angles and got some very hot tongue to pussy action. That was how it all started, but now Sheila's fingers were replaced with the soft pink vibrator and Douglas caught its first entry into Kandi's pussy as Sheila's mouth covered the young models nipple. He caught her perfect arch as her ass raised from the couch to meet the forward thrust of the buzzing machine. When Sheila withdrew it, the thing was glistening with the young blonde's fluids and with the next entry Sheila shoved all eight inches into the horny students snatch; which produced the sweetest music from the energetic blonde's mouth that Douglas had ever heard. Douglas directed his mother to lie down on the couch and have Kandi spread her legs over his mothers face. Then he had Kandi lick his mother's cunt while Sheila fucked her with the vibrator at the other end. Doug was able to capture several brilliant frames with the ambient light highlighting the full swell of her ample ridges, hanging loose and gaping pink. Then went in for a tight close up of Sheila's tongue just as it came in contact with the wet pink of Kandi's cunt. It was apparent to all that both women were going to cum and when Kandi gave Sheila's mound a slap over the clit area the music began. Sheila's tongue went into overdrive on Kandi's clit as she hammered the dildo deeply into the blonde's passage. "Eat me baby, make my pussy come," Sheila cried first. Everyone at the set was either hard or wet depending on gender and when Sheila began to shake it was obvious that she was a goner. To her credit Kandi did not let up but continued pounding Doug's mother with both her fingers and her tongue and seem to enjoy eating Sheila through orgasm. "Please ... no more, please!" he heard his mother say. Kandi seemed disappointed that the fun was over but brightened when she heard Sheila say, "Finish her for me Douglas I don't have the energy to do it myself." Doug put down the camera and approached the beautiful blond student who was smiling at him as he went to her side. Kandi dutifully reached out to free his cock from his jeans and shivered when Doug's cock flopped out into view. "Oh my god, its huge," she squealed. She placed her arms around Doug's neck and captured the monster between her thighs as she kissed his lips, giving the hard shaft a squeeze and a shove, as she moved it back and forth in her crevice. Kandi turned around after her opening greeting, bent over the back of the sofa, and wiggled her cute butt at Doug. He entered her passage with his cock and found her tight, hot, and very wet. From below and in front, Sheila fondled Kandi's breast and teased her nipples as Doug hammered his cock into the soupy mass of soft hot tissue in front of him. Reaching around Doug began to caress Kandi's clit with his fingers, as his cock slid in and out of the heavenly mass of soft tissue and it opened the gates to paradise immediately for the young student. Her contractions and the milking sensation on Doug's cock were more then he could endure and he began to blast her body full of his hot sticky fluids. It was a huge load and it oozed out around his dick and down the inside of Kandi's thighs, the stuff just kept shooting, all Doug could think about was getting a cream pie shot before it was too late. The disciplines of creativity ... he chuckled inside. As he finished he grabbed the camera and did get the shot as Kandi giggled and said something about being way too dedicated to the trade. As he stood up behind her and looked around he could see both Mark and his girl Shay working on Vanessa all well on their way to an explosive ending. Doug ended up beside his mother where his hand stroked her shoulder as her eyes watched closely. "Forgive me my love, this lack of self-control," she whispered apologetically. "No my Angel, this is exactly what we want here," he told her. "But aren't you ashamed of my infidelity toward you?" she questioned. "I'm not your husband my Queen, I'm your lover, your body is your own, but your love, it belongs to me," he explained. "Entiendo mi semental, I understand my stallion!" she whispered, before kissing him. "Thank you for not being ashamed of me Douglas," she recited, happy with his answer. "You will never shame me my love," he reassured again. The group took a break, dressed, and grabbed beverages and small sandwiches having a light snack. They did several more settings, as the day drifted into twilight and when Doug finally called the session to an end he found mild disappointment among all the participants. It seems they wanted to carry on. He told them all, that if the site took off and made money he would compensate them for their time and help. They declined but he insisted. They opened wine and had light snacks again and more wine, and the group became exceedingly joyful as the night marched on. Doug discussed the use of a cover name for his mother and they ran through a list of them together, and finally agreed, after a great deal of wine and fondling on Delores Sanchez Del Rio/ "Delores Sanchez of the river." Doug was pleased with the progress of the day with over 500 frames on his card, models to use, his mother performing beautifully before the camera, it all gave good reason to hope. She snuggled with him on the sofa her skirt high on her outrageously sexy thighs, Mark crawled over to the pair, bombed to the max. He kissed her thigh as his hand slid up under her skirt and groped the warmth of her junction. Sheila could feel her stallions mass lurch against her cheek, as he watched his friend touch her body. So she did what any good lover would do and parted her legs slightly to give Mark room to maneuver, and do his wickedness with her. "Do you want this Douglas ... his cock in me I mean?" she asked her son. "Yes my angel I want to watch, as he ravishes your pussy, hear you screaming, as you orgasm with his cock inside of you!" he confessed. Mark pulled her damp panties down and off her legs, Sheila's thighs went wide for him, and he quickly pulled her skirt up to her hips. His eyes feasted on the clean shaved ridges of her beautiful mound, and his mouth soon followed suit. She smiled as she metered her stallion's breath behind, her blowing like a stud in the breeding pens, and felt him press the heat of his bulge against her soft cheek. Marks hands parted the full swollen ridges of her vulva and his mouth began to consume the wet flesh of her organ. Lightening crossed her brain as the devil's tongue cracked across her crease like a whip of lust filling her heart with the rolling thunder of her own heated need. Her body rose to greet the heat of his presence, sweet and sinister across her mound! She moaned, as Doug rolled her full to her side his cock now resting in the warm crevice of her ass; flinching wildly as he bucked slightly against her. Sheila was on fire with fours hands a tongue and one cock probing her flesh for service. "Delores your such a hot, easy slut!!" Doug whispered at her ear, with deep admiration. "Yes my love, you've completely turned me now, and I know I shall never go back," she sighed. There was something in that name that fit her, it moved the psychology of her mind away from what she was, what she was suppose to be as a chaste mother, to a place of freedom where she could create herself in anyway she chose. Sheila went with it, and gave herself over completely to the lust that owned her now and this raging sense of pleasure coursing through her body between these two men. Doug took the side of her neck with his teeth, as his cock still probed the tight opening of her ass earnestly seeking entry. Mark's tongue now an insidious joy against her weeping cunt, his fingers a devil's lick at her breasts. She wanted to scream at both of them, "fill me, fuck me and make me come," but she only trembled between them. Doug rose to sitting position and moved his mother on top of his thighs, spreading her legs wide for Mark. Mark moved between the beautiful Sheila's thighs and kissed her, which garnered a smoky moan that stirred both men deeply. He inched his cock into her tight opening spreading her crimson channel wide, as his tongue wrestled with her own in the pleasant garden of her dark mouth. Sheila gasped loudly as the stranger's cock took possession her and the pleasure of his presence fueled her lust. She felt Doug grasp his large cock and guide it to her dark opening behind her. She experienced discomfort as he shoved it up into her hot passage, but only a little while later she was enrapt with the first sensation in her life of two cocks fucking her at once ... and the music began. Sheila looked down to watch the wet shaft of Mark's cock driving in and out of her clutching passage and the sight, magnificent in presentation, drove her closer to her impending crisis of personality. She begged him sweetly to hurry! Vanessa had drifted off to sleep, but Kandi and Shay had been watching Sheila's progress and getting wetter between the legs with the passage of time. Both girls moved closer to the trio and stripped, and immediately after they finished, their respective faces were between each other's legs pursuing the joy of girl on girl love! The room was on fire, filled with the teeming debauchery of the orgy within it, the sounds, and scents of its progress feeding the lust of those present. Sheila watched the girls beside her licking each other, and it only compounded her spiraling need. Douglas was firmly in her now and her stallion was bringing hot pleasure to the quaking passage of the dark side. They went at for some time building in pressure until Mark grabbed Sheila's breast and squeezed firmly, setting off a chain reaction of events that brought the whole group to its explosive conclusion. Sheila reached forward to work her nails against Marks cock, as the pleasure of orgasm ripped through her body shredding her brain in the process. Her talons set Marks cock shooting cum almost immediately, and the wild lurching of his discharge caused his cock to beat against the hard driving flesh of Doug's dick in her ass setting him off as well. Sheila screamed with two hard, swollen cocks, emptying hot seed into both sides of her frame, and it seemed as if the flow of hot lava would never end. It did end however with Sheila/ Delores Sanchez, sated, and sandwiched between two able male cocks, oozing love juice plenty. It sounded like a cat fight on the floor, as the two lovely young coeds came, with all the hissing, moaning, and out right cries coming from the two of them. Shay jerked the vibrator out of the still twitching cunt lips of her lover, and rolled over beside her on the floor. The young Shay's hungry eyes surveyed Mark on the floor now resting against the couch and holding his cock as if it were broken. But her heated eyes focused on the leaking cum oozing from between Sheila's lips and she scrambled up between Sheila's thighs. The gorgeous redhead lowered her fiery crown between Sheila's legs, as she began to delicately lick the cum from between the battered lips of Sheila's gaping pink cunt. Sheila's hips rose as her voice sang into the air with the warm touch of the young woman's ministration of mercy. In her exuberance her tongue mindlessly passed over the red, bloated clit, of Sheila's pussy causing the new model to moan deeply from over sensitivity. But Sheila couldn't bring herself to halt the young ladies activity and divorce her flesh from the sweet, charitable act of kindness, being performed by that youthful mouth. When Shay had finished she raised her eyes to Sheila and moved slowly forward to kiss her and she moaned sweetly when their lips touched, as a charge of hot girl lust surged in her soul, as Sheila more experienced kiss ravished the young beauties mouth. "Thank you Sheila," Shay said, when Sheila released the girls lips. Shay kneeled between her legs and placed the side of her face on top of the models leg, as her slender arms encircled the woman's magnificent hips. She rested there for a time while the troop re-gathered its strength. They were all near exhaustion and began to peel off, one by one, seeking someplace to lay their bodies to rest, until Doug and Sheila were left to snuggle alone under cover of the low light. "Did I do well for us Douglas?" she asked, as she lay within his arms. "S mi modelo beautful. Yes my beautiful model," he whispered. His lips caressed her with a light trail of loving warmth that made her heart shine with radiance. She fell asleep with her head on his arm, her heart in love with him, her flesh clinging to the sweetness of his touch. ----------------------- Three months had passed and the entourage of models and help had grown significantly and the new web site was turning a profit, Delores Sanchez Del Rio was quickly becoming a rage on the Internet scene. They were even being contacted now for exclusive private shoots. Sheila was happy, her bills were being paid, and she was madly in love with her Douglas. Even their new college friends were having fun and making a little money along the way. Sheila had even began to put a little money aside for her sons continued education, he was far too talented not to develop those wonderful assets further, she had decided. Her stallion had saved them, and Sheila was very proud of him! ------------------------- End... [email protected]

Andrea and Uncle 2 By William DuPain ****** Her uncle forces his young niece,and awakens an unknown passion in her. MF-MF-FF-FFF Incest-Nonconsensual. ****** Bill was the first one up the next morning and put together the makings of the morning java. He surveyed the bodies around the room, the results of last night's heady sexual carnage. His wife lay with her head on Don's chest, her leg carelessly thrown over his hip. The beautiful Sandy Bartell was curled in a ball on the sofa in only her undies ... sleeping peacefully. Bill put back on what clothing he could find that belonged to him then headed over to resurrect his sleeping aunt from her repose of renewal. Stooping down he captured one of her firm round nipples in his mouth and began to suckle the savory flesh of her perfect, soft mound. She whimpered only lightly before reaching up to stroke his wild untamed mop of unruly hair. Her fingers lightly tracing down the side of his neck brought with them a gentle morning greeting. She made him tingle all along his spine, the sensation moving directly to his balls and electrifying his sexual equipment. "Good morning lover," she whispered softly. "Good morning sexy," he replied. At the end of opening protocol she placed her hands at the side of his face and drew his mouth in for a little morning sugar, finding his lips both warm and receptive. Her hands sliding down his neck and out to caress his big, strong shoulders, as her lips devoured his, "she so admired his youthful energy." William's wicked hand made its way to her valley of fire as she kissed him and began to gently court "with a gentle caress" its sleepy inhabitants. "You have neither shame nor mercy do you sir," she mocked. "But my lady, everyone knows you're a bawdy tart, are we feigning modesty?" He teased. "No, but to use me this way with my dear husband so near, and unaware, is exceedingly brazen of you good sir," as she kissed him again. "But madam, how may inexperienced youth resist lips as addictive as better wine and charms like the fire of ones own dreams," he whispered in reply as he nibbled her soft lobe. "Fire indeed sir ... then use me if you must I wont cry out, but I will never love you after this, taking a woman by storm in her own home, her husband helpless to defend nearby," she recited, giggling softly as his young hand pleasured her silly between her legs. "Oh but madam, your lies are not but dark snares at my path, for we both know you're absolutely mad for me. I see it in the swell of your breasts as my voice washes over your body; discern it in the heated scent of your creative spice as I touch you. And it is there in the eyes that cease not to love, and caress me, when I am near." "Bastard ... have I no secrets in my heart that I may keep from you, no privacy of thought or emotion that I might save" here the game ended as her tongue took urgent possession of his sweet mouth again, and ravished every nook and cranny of its soft youthful warmth with dedicated voracity. "I love being with you William," she reflected thoughtfully. "Thank you ... I love playing with you too, Sandy!" He echoed. William took her small hand and aided her in achieving a graceful balance. He paused at the spot, to watch her walk to the kitchen. She was long and stately, with a steady cat like grace, that added dignity to her physical charisma ... The finely cast cheeks of her derriere jiggled with the power of her stride ... as her hips and pelvis moved with a perfectly timed majesty, she was a gorgeous woman at any age. She was a piece of finely crafted art in motion, exquisite in the elemental colors of morning's light. Sandy looked back over her shoulder at her young admirer and winked, "she knew he would be watching" then with a seductive smile she slowly slipped the sheer yellow panties down her long, lean legs. Slowly bending over, she captured the scant fabric with sure fingers, and playfully hurled them in his direction before heading to the lavatory to attend her morning hygiene. All the other bodies had achieved consciousness again and were stirring to ready life. Bill headed down the hallway to the second bath needing to pee so bad his teeth hurt. When finished making water he cleaned the outer animal up as best he could and headed back. William walked in and sat down by his wife who was now fully awake and still beautifully nude. "Are you still disappointed with me my love?" she asked timidly. "No my dear, you were right after all, it really wasn't your fault Andrea," he replied gently. Andrea scooted across and sat on William's lap facing him, her warm presence appreciated by her husband. She tilted his head back only slightly and kissed him very softly. "I'm in love with you Bill, I have been since my eyes first touched you. I'm sorry it turned out that I'm not what we both thought I was ... please don't hate me," her voice barely audible as she spoke, her facial cast exceedingly soft and uncertain. "I will always love you wife, and yours is not the only discrepancy that we've discovered honey. To me your expanded sexuality is an enhancement in our marriage not to be mourned, but rather ... celebrated." Reassured and smiling now Andrea placed her thin arms around her husbands neck and kissed him passionately. William placed both of his hungry, warm hands, on Andrea's firm buttocks and gave a gently loving squeeze. Feeling the warmth of her mons directly over his rising cock, lent inspiration to the romantic mood of William's lips, and he sought again the tranquil sweetness of her mouth. He languished there momentarily in the shelter of her love, relishing the sweetness of her presence. His kiss made her heart quicken and her body fever, it made the two of them new again in pledge. Andrea in joyful mood captured his impatient organ in the wet, warm crevice, of her folds. She rocked gently to and fro whispering gentle words of love in his ear. His heart swelled inside to the bursting point, as he whispered privately that he loved her, had always loved her, and couldn't imagine a life she was not a part of. Sandy observed from across the room the tender moment of reconciliation between the two youths. And her eyes swelled with moisture as she recognized true love in rebirth ... it touched her deeply. Moving forward very cautiously now, she sought the sensation of Andrea's subtle, smooth skin. Her fingers shaking with the need to satisfy there hunger for her niece's body. Andrea moaned at the instant Sandy's capable warm hands touched her. And felt the gentle seducing spell her aunt's fingers began to cast against her young spirit. She was mesmerized by the moving sensation of pleasure now enticing her mind. Up her back, to the base of her neck, softly down the sides of her neck, and then to pause and feast at the lovely globes of her perfect breasts. Sandy's touch was gentle, warm, and seducing, capturing to hold the mental focus of the young, beautiful, Andrea. "You're a wicked gypsy witch Sandy," Andrea breathed softly. "And I have come to eat you my child," she teased with a giggle. Sandy lowered her mouth to the side of Andrea's soft neck, her tongue lovingly caressing the soft flesh she found there. She moved to her lobe, probing everything along the way, and whispered that Andrea was a vision of passion in colorful bloom. Andrea was in heaven with her husband's hot organ moving against her weeping mons and Sandy's wicked hands devouring her sensitive skin. Her facial cheeks flashed, as her eyes fevered, and the hunger between her legs increased unbearably. "Please turn around my love," Sandy whispered to the young Lolita on her nephews lap. Andrea turned facing outward toward Sandy, careful to recapture her husband's flinching muscle again. Sandy, leaning forward kissed the lips of her niece, as her fingers caressed their way up her inner thighs. Sandy slowly teased her way to the top of those long, well-toned legs. Her extravagant nails then dancing about her mound lightly. Creating light, fiery trails, of pleasure against the soft skin of her widely parted legs. Andrea's mons was in full bloom, the tender pedals of her passage pink, and swollen, filled the morning air with their sweet scent. With the touch as light as a feather Sandy's brutally sharp nails wooed Andrea's clitoris. Causing Andrea to involuntarily flinch and moan deeply in ecstasy. She remained there tormenting her until she achieved a marked increase in her young niece's urgency. Sandy, now addicted to the complex nuances of Andrea's beautiful scent slid her tongue forward to test the intoxicating drug flowing from her niece's body. Lightly she outlined the swollen lips of Andrea's vessel with just the tip of her tongue, capturing just a trace of her niece's tasty, complex nectar. Her young niece breathed out beautiful sounds of encouragement at Sandy's touch. Unable to resist any longer she plunged the impatient blade into Andrea's sheath and greedily drank the intoxicating liquor of love. Andrea had watched the erotic invasion of her body, and now impatiently shoved her hips forward as an invitation for further exploration. Sandra who continued with renewed vigor did not overlook the sign. Andrea's body shuddered as a smoky orchestration of moans escaped from between her curvy red lips. As Sandy's tongue began to taunt and tease her shy little clit. She cried out loudly when Sandy scraped the underside of the hard little mass with her razor sharp teeth. "Oh God Sandy, I love you ... you wicked bitch!!" she cried out in heated passion. Raising her face to eye level with Andrea's she leaned forward and kissed her niece. Andrea reciprocated in kind, but with even more passion than her aunt's own affectionate administration. Sandy then lowered her head again and grasped her nephews swollen cock and softly kissed the burgeoning head of its body. Then slowly, bit lightly all around the big meaty glob. Once, very quickly, she lowered her hot mouth on it, and then slowly, to his agony ... withdrew her favor. "You are a most wicked woman ... madam, to tempt me so then leave me helpless" he complained. "Yes sir ... but I notice you keep coming back for more of the same abuse," she countered with a smile. Sandy placed the swollen head of his cock against Andrea's wet entrance, watching as William took possession of his wife's body. The sensation at his entrance Caused Andrea to shiver, and cry out with unrestrained joy ... her song of ecstasy was straight out of her tortured soul. Sandy watched, hypnotized by the sight of her nephews thick cock, sliding in and out of Andrea's beautiful bald pussy. She couldn't resist lowering her mouth, to allow her tongue to trail against its underside on his backstroke and savor the tasty fluid it had gathered in its far journey. "You are a Goddess madam," William bellowed out with that sweet sensation. "And you Sir, are the sweetest spell of my days," she replied playfully. Sandy moved that evil member in her mouth to the top of Andrea's crevice and made quick, darting sortie's, against the stronghold of her clit. She would pause now and then to lightly bite all around the top of Andrea's mound making the young vixen flinch, and whimper, with each rocking explosion of pleasure in her brain. Sandy raising her face again brushed aside one of William's busy hands to grasp between her sharp teeth one of those magnificent nipples. Andrea felt the shock of sensation immediately as Sandy's hot mouth covered her sensitive flesh. She arched her upper body outward to improve access to Sandy's hot, lashing tongue. Andrea, now under full sensual assault, was weeping moisture all over her husbands driving cock. She knew she wouldn't last much longer with William's incessant probing of her cervix and Sandy's evil tongue and mouth tempting her to orgasm. It was then that uncle Don came into view moving up behind his wife. He kneeled there behind the beautiful Sandy, cock in hand, guiding its formidable head to the gaping entrance of her swollen cunt. Andrea knew the very instant that he penetrated her and took possession of his prize. There was a sharp intake of breath by Sandy as she was filled with her husbands stallion sized cock. When Don had achieved full entry, he paused, as Sandy's body remained perfectly stationary in full shudder, her eyes closing, her mouth easing into a happy smile. When Sandy's eyes opened again she was looking directly into Andrea's and they shared a view of each other's respective agony. Moved in spirit by that knowledge they kissed again to seal that shared revelation in a bond of sisterhood. Then in obedience to her rising desire Sandy closed her eyes and lowered her head. Losing herself in the engulfing sensation of pleasure now in command of her conciseness. Her hand crept forward again to find and fondle the now slick, shiny pearl, of Andrea's clit. And in return Andrea's gentle hands administered pleasure to the high, hard nipples, of Sandy's firm, bouncing breasts. The colorful sounds and stimulating scents were too much for the young Andrea's senses to resist. There was a quickening of pace by her husbands pulsing, energetic cock, and the tempting lure of it all caused an explosion in her mind just before she screamed. Like the wind driven sea she was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of exploding ecstasy. A crashing wave that washed away all awareness of her situation and surroundings, save the element of physical pleasure. Again and again she was inundated by the sensation of unbearable stimulation. Dreamily she felt the hood of her husbands cock expand inside of her and then came the sensation of a flooding heat smashing her cervix and inundating her cuntal passage. In the distance somewhere she heard other screams of passion and bright explicit language filled her ears. Her husband's hands were at her waist literally pistoning her body up and down on his hard cock, as he emptied the last of his hot sperm into her slick, pink opening. Her vision cleared with a view of Don's hands mashed against Sandy's heaving breasts and a look of sheer bliss on her face. Don then lay down on the floor spent, and Sandy spooned her body against him. Andrea in appreciation turned around to face her husband and placed multiple small kisses all over his damp face, his reward for delivering her to heaven once more. "Will you rest with me my love?" she asked him softly. "There is no other place I'd rather find myself Andrea, then in the sanctuary of your love my dear." They snoozed then, to recapture what was temporarily lost. Later that morning, the girls having made calls for everyone to excuse them from work, went shopping for provisions ... and God only knows what else. The boys on the other hand did what boys normally do when left to their own devices ... they hauled out the chilled beer and preceded to get lit. They sat and gave judgment on many far-reaching issues that serious morning. Everything was discussed from the fall of twiggy, the war, to the price of tea in London. Before they even broached the subject of crude oil the vixens returned. By now the world was rosy and right in the eyes of our boys and the women were stunning, as they always were anyway. "You must stop your consumption now," Sandy brazenly admonished! "And why exactly would we care to do that madam," huffed our chemically emboldened William. "Because the two of you notorious lushes are taking us out to dinner this evening, its to be an eat and tease session. And if don't stop imbibing you'll be in no form to service us later ... sir," she said bravely. "Always the one that keeps straight logic uppermost in your arsenal aren't you wench," William teased! "One needs a weapon or two with dedicated letches like you two around ... sir," she said smiling. Then boldly she walked to where William reposed and squeezed his flaccid cock. "Is there any dissent here my Lord," her voice low, smoldering, and damn sexy, as she continued squeezing his firming member. "No my lady, the court has rested on your decision," was William's slack jawed answer. The Queen lowered her mouth and favored the lips of her court jester, leaving him a breathless, quaking, lump of jello as she moved on in regal fashion. William looked on as Sandy continued to make their plans for the evening known to all present. He studied the light flowing through that thin multi toned dress she wore. He found himself intrigued with that hollow space at the top of her thighs as she spoke. Where her labia hung extended from her pelvis and thought, "what a tasty looking morsel it made at that angle, what an erotically artistic rendition it was, encased in the flesh of her thighs that way." He was of course, slightly off balance from the many beers, but having a good time of it. It was here that his thoughts were shattered and cast to the wind, as his wife plopping down, took her place on his lap. "I'm jealous," she said with her best pouting look in place. He smiled up at her, his hands grasping her breasts and squeezing lightly as he kissed her. "That's better," she beamed at him as she rose. She moved to a spot behind Sandy who was still standing in the middle of the kitchen. Then brought her hands around to the front and placed them on her breasts. She squeezed as she kissed the side of Sandy's neck. She now had the undivided attention of the boys, and her hands then moved lower on the front of Sandy's thin dress. Still sucking her neck, she placed her hands at the very spot William had just been admiring and began to gently stroke her aunt there. There were cat whistles and hurrahs from the men as she raised the front of Sandy's dress to expose her satin red undies. Her hand continued its romance with the sensitive flesh of Sandy's pussy. Andrea lowered the skimpy item to Sandy's mid thigh out of her way, and then inserted her finger in Sandy's vaginal passage. Sandy moaned deeply, taken by Andra's gentle advances and softly stroked the arm of her lover, her eyes closed, her head tilted back slightly. Andrea removed her finger to the disappointment of Sandy and inserted the shiny slick end of it in her mouth. "MMMMM," she mimicked for her audience. Then lightly slapped that firm, lovely ass in front of her, and walked out of the kitchen. "Bravo ... damn nice showing," Don hollered enthusiastically as she left. "Well I'd better clean up and get ready too," said Sandy, as she too walked off to follow Andrea with a wide smile. "Do you really believe their going to get ready," Don asked with a half sneer on his face. "Dunno," replied William, "But it would be interesting to know for certain," he recited, smiling at the drunken letch seated next to him. When the ladies finally reappeared much, much later, again they were greeted with whistles and rude sexual comments from the peanut gallery. "My God, gentlemen ... such notorious conduct from seeming adults is atrocious," Sandy, scolded in mock displeasure. "You love the attention wench," countered William. Her only reply was a warm smile in her nephew's direction. The beautiful Andrea was decked out in a multi toned, flame red rig, with white stilettos and belt. It was an exceedingly flimsy affair, which hid little of her charms and overt sexuality. The crown of rich toffee hair was loose and puffy about her head with cascading ringlets running down both sides of her cheeks. Her make up a beautiful array of color complimented her lip-gloss perfectly. The beautifully elegant Sandy appeared divine in a bright yellow dress, rather short and nearly see-thru. Her heels and belt were also white, her make-up impeccable. Her hair was swooped back and drawn up into a crown at the rear top of her head and with shinny, slut red lip-gloss, she was a vision that cried ... fuck me, I need it. When they arrived at the restaurant they chatted there way through the customary wait for a table. The four of them making small talk about everything, almost. When the waiter seated them William noticed that the house was packed. The crowd seemed to be overwhelmingly young professional types out with the wives. Although there was an occasional mature couple here and there about the place. The booth was an oval affair with round table. The interior of the establishment was done over in a southwestern flare that was very appealing to the human eye. The men sat on the outside with the girls safely tucked away in between them. The waiter brought their water took their drink orders and then was off. Well it wasn't but a moment or two that Andrea announced that she needed to see the little girl's room and ask Sandy to go with her. Both men moved to the isle to allow their mates an avenue of retreat. Both men watched as their wives dress's rose un-respectably high on their thighs as they made their exit from the booth. William thought the young man across the way might have caught a glimpse of Andrea's panties as she slid across the leather seat. That might explain the look of fascination on his face. Neither lady had dawned a slip beneath the sheer fabric of their dress and goodies were showing up everywhere. Sandy moved beside Andrea and placed her hand to rest just above the cheeks of that perfect ass of hers before swishing away. The girls had definitely achieved notoriety with the male population present. A few moments later as they returned, the two were holding hands as they moved slowly toward the table. When they arrived Sandy paused in the aisle, lowered her hand to Andrea's ass and kissed her full on the mouth before reseating herself beside her husband. William noticed that both women had loosened some of the top buttons on their dresses and a great deal of cleavage was now in full view. Once seated Andrea leaned over and gave William a quick kiss and squeeze on his cock. "I'm feeling so naughty, I was so juicy down there I had to wipe lover" she whispered lowly. When the waiter returned with the drinks he lingered longer this time. Taking in all the scenery he could get, it seemed he was especially taken with Sandy's deep, creamy cleavage. Before he left he was able to witness Sandy placing her hand in Andrea's lap. And William noticed how it quickened his pace somewhat. They sipped their wine as Sandy's hand began to gently caress the top of Andrea's leg. Her caress moving the sheer fabric there even higher up on those beautiful thighs. Sandy continued her attention and noticed the young man across the way as he caught a peek, on the sly, every now and then. When she finally slipped her hand down, in between those long, lovely legs, she thought he'd just about dropped his fork. The waiter came back to take their orders just as Sandy slid her hand to Andrea's crotch raising her dress even higher with the motion. The waiter's cheeks went red when Sandra turned her head and tongue fucked Andrea's mouth passionately in his presence. When she'd finished her kiss and she glanced in his direction again she could see the outline of his erection. Sandy could also clearly see the color of the young women with the fellow sneaking peeks had changed to a more serious shade as well. They ordered and the waiter left the two men to enjoy the show Sandy was putting on beneath the table. Andrea's nipples were now seriously testing the sheer fabric of her dress; they were now beautifully visible to all eyes present. Sandy noticed as the gal across the isle parted her legs slightly while continuing to watch the proceedings. Sandy caught her eye once and received a big broad smile and wink. With a downward glance at the activity beneath the table, William discovered that Andrea had no panties on as he could clearly see Sandy's hand manipulating her swollen pussy. Her legs were parted far enough for the young man and his wife to clearly see all that Andrea had. Sandy temporarily removed her hand in a teasing move, but left Andrea's dress high on her thighs. Andrea's gaze was on the young blonde seated across from them, watching as the young woman squeezed her legs together and smiled back. She then moved her hand under her own table and brought her skirt up higher on her legs, which were now parted slightly. Andrea smiled over at her and blew her a kiss; the men had also noticed the changes in their neighbor. The young woman's husband now moved his hand to his wife's inner thigh and began to lightly stoke the smooth skin there, they were both smiling at Andrea now. Sandy quickly gave Andrea's breast a quick stroke before moving her well-educated hand back between her legs. Once there she began to Work Andrea's cunt in earnest. The young toffee colored brunette placed her head back on the seat and sighed deeply. It felt too wonderful to the aroused brunette, she couldn't remember ever feeling so stimulated, so alive. Through the slits of her eyes she observed the young mans hand now directly on his wife's pelvis. She could see the urgency on the face of the lovely young blond as he stroked her. It was here that her William leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. His loving attention, only fanning the turbulent flames of her rising desires. The waiter brought more wine his eyes devouring the lewd sight in front of him ... its effect obvious. When the waiter had left Andrea saw the lovely young blonde whisper something in her husbands ear, then quickly moved out of the booth and came over to Andrea's table. "Hello, My name is Kathy and I couldn't help but notice your beautiful company of friends. My husband drives a black Mercedes, its in the lot, please find me when your finished ... I want you," and with that she placed her hand to rest lightly on Andrea's breast and kissed her lips very softly. The young blonde left as quickly as she came, the retreating wave of her perfume washing back over Andrea, titillated her senses. Sandy giggled, "Well, you certainly make friends very easily my dear," she cooed. Andrea only smiled, first at Sandy then at the young couple across the way. The were both smiling back at her, his hand now returned home to the warmth between his wife's legs. The waiter came and brought appetizers for the group and Don ordered another two bottles of wine. The poor lad was looking a bit haggard now and a little crispy around the edges. Sandy was relentless in her pursuit of Andrea's orgasm it became a spirited battle of wills, "You will," and "No I wont," Andrea looked to be on the losing end of the sport. Sandy's wicked, knowing fingers, prodded the shy mass of tissue topping her crevice. Her nails sinisterly raking the sensitive mass, sending jolts of pure joy through Andrea's young body. Luring her mind into the deep, dark, swirling abyss, of unbearable physical pleasure. "Oh God Sandy, it feels so good down there," Andrea whispered softly Sandy deliberately held her hostage at the outer edge of bliss not allowing her to cross over into paradise, until she was nearly breathless with over stimulation. Then Sandy violently shoved fours fingers deeply into the seething depths of Andrea's fire pit and it began. Dear, sweet Andrea was swept away by a whirlwind of competing sensations, all of which were intensely pleasant. It was all she could do to keep from screaming, as her legs spasmed and jerked wildly under the table, her hand-gripped Sandy's arm tightly as she came. Jolt, after fiery jolt, of pleasure coursed through her young, lithe body. Deforming, twisting it, with the sheer power of its passage. So overwhelmed was she that she buried her head against Sandy's breast and stifled a cry there. Sandy rescued the lovely Andrea's outfit by attending napkins to the abundant leakage of her body. Very lightly she cleaned, because of her present sensitivity in the area. Raising her head at last as her blood pressure abated she viewed Kathy across the way with an open, burning look, of hot desire on her face. Her legs obscenely wide as her husband stoked the pleasure center of her body. The waiter brought the additional wine his movements decidedly lethargic, a frown at his brow and dark circles under his eyes. The evening's entertainment had taken its toll on the poor fellow, who was now thinking of swearing off women altogether. At last their meal arrived, and Sandy, impetuous as always, managed to give the poor waiter a pleasant feel along his extended organ as he placed her food in front of her. This reward seemed to brighten our young service workers disposition considerably, and garnered a beautiful wide smile from him, for the adventurous lady Sandra. The rest of their dining interlude involved small talk and subtle groping of each other. By the time they had reached the bottom of the second bottle of wine all present were glowing brightly and right with the world. They paid their bill when finished and tipped the waiter very generously before leaving that wonderful establishment. On their way to Don's Caddy Andrea spotted Kathy's black sedan just two rows behind their own vehicle. She could see under cover of darkness both Kathy and her husband standing beside it, "Come on all, lets go say hello," she suggested. As they walked up to the couple Andrea took Kathy's hand leaning in and kissed her softly on the lips. Sandy not to be excluded draped her arm around the waist of the stunning blonde as Andrea engaged her in small talk. Andrea's hungry fingers lightly traced the blonde's breast squeezing gently now and then as she spoke. Kathy looked deep into Andrea's eyes as the latter squeezed one firm nipple. At that point Kathy returned Andrea's greeting kiss with considerably more passion than Andrea's had possessed. Andrea mewled softly with the contact and as the girls continued to neck Sandy's evil, wicked hand slid down to Kathy's bottom and gently squeezed her delectable mound. Sandy discovered that Kathy wore no underwear as she moved her hand lower and then up the skirt of the young hottie. Her longs nails traced the soft skin there and toyed with the hot opening of her anus, causing Kathy to jerk slightly backward on the probing fingers. Andrea still necking with her, had worked her hand down over Kathy's hot mound and was gently enticing her hard clit. The young blonde's breath was hot and rapid, and her mind was reeling with the pleasure she now felt. "My God, what is your name!" she asked the beautiful Andrea. "Andrea," the young heroine responded. Kathy moaned loudly as Andrea sank her teeth into the side of Kathy's neck and began to suck. At first, over stimulated, the young blonde had tried to resist Andrea's action. But momentarily she began to stroke the rich toffee colored mane of her lover, breathing her name softly into the night air. In anticipation Kathy undid the top buttons of her blouse making room to maneuver around her ample breasts. Andrea hadn't missed the invitation and made good use of the extra room a little later. Andrea nibbled her way downward, and as she began to suckle the breasts of her captive, she eased a finger past the gates of paradise into her temple of fire and felt Kathy's body shiver severely against her. She started a slow in and out movement that Andrea could tell her young lover appreciated. Sandy was still running her hands up and down Kathy's solidly toned legs inadvertently pausing to toy with her beautiful ass. Bending slightly at one point she raised the sheer skirt and began licking and biting the quivering globes of warm flesh. Kathy's mind was reeling now from all the physical attention she was receiving. There were tiny burst of pleasure all over her skin and she was dumping an inordinate amount of moisture out on Andrea's sweet pumping fingers. Suddenly, impatient, Andrea kneeled in front of the surprised blonde and raising her skirt covered her vulva with her hot mouth. She began working the young girls cunt seriously now, lapping her clit as her fingers rubbed the G spot at top of her tunnel. Sandy had also dropped to her knees and was lightly licking all around Kathy's sensitive rectum. The poor young thing didn't know which way to thrust because pleasure was all around her. "Oh God, please don't stop," Kathy whimpered to no one in particular. Andrea still suckling her clit shoved two more fingers into her hot, gaping opening, and heard a loud moan above her. It was apparent from her shaking legs that she was moving fast toward an explosive meeting with bliss. Kathy's mind was aware of nothing but pleasure, she didn't care who was watching or who it was that was touching her ... all she wanted at that moment was release. It came suddenly, when Sandy drove her hot thick tongue deeply into Kathy's twitching ass. Her pussy clutched Andrea's fingers tightly as her scream shattered the night air. Her hands were roughly grasping hair and drawing Andrea's face closer to her spasmodic cunt where she was spewing hot fluids all over her lovers beautiful face. She just simply lost everything in the way of control, as her body stiffened and her mind exploded with joy. When she was finished both women rose and placed their arms around her. Andrea whispered in her ear after kissing her, "Thank you that was hot!" Sandy kissed the back of her neck and hugged her tightly before releasing her. "You two are the fantastic," she giggled, through large gulps of air! "Fantastic, you haven't even met fantastic yet young lady," Don mumbled as he made his way toward Kathy. He leaned in and whispered something in the lovely blonde's ear, and then guided her small hand to his groin. Andrea could clearly see, "even in this light" a startled look in the lovely woman's eyes. Who then cast her glance in the direction of Don's crotch, as she stroked the monster under his pants. After getting her suitor fully aroused the beautiful young blonde turned and bent herself over the front of her husbands car. Reaching back Kathy eagerly raised her own dress up and over those lovely creamy white cheeks and wiggled her ass at Don. "Come on and get it big man," she mocked. Without hesitation Don pulled down his zipper and hauled out his lady slayer. He plunged its entire length into the mocking cunt in front of him. There was a very sharp intake of breath, accompanied with an extremely melodious, agonized whimper. "Oh God ... please pause a moment, its so big," she complained over her shoulder. The only way to put it is, he fucked the hell out of her. By her third orgasm she was laid out flat on the hood of the car; and still Don hammered that tight well-groomed nookie. She had screamed, begged, and cursed him; you could smell her sex all over the parking lot. Even now, nearly spent, she was still craving it; her own fluids running freely down the inside of her beautiful thighs. Don continued until he was shaking with the need for release himself. Finally when he felt that powerful tingling in his ball he pulled her down off the hood and forced her to her knees. Holding her head firmly at both sides Don forced his oversized cock into her mouth unable at first to achieve full penetration. Kathy placed her hands on his legs attempting to gain some control in the present situation, but failed. Don kept hammering his cock into her mouth, passed her throat and down it eventually. Where he exploded dumping stream after powerful stream of thick creamy cum down the young blonde's throat. Kathy coughed as he fucked her throat and spewed thick cum out all over the front of his legs and upper pants. Finally, she received the reprieve she'd hoped for, when the last feeble stream of his fluids emptied into her hot cavern. "Clean me," Don ordered after releasing her. On her hands and knees Kathy crawled forward and gingerly sponged the fluids from his legs with her tongue. She carefully did the same thing with his pants. At last, smiling up at him, she rose to her feet her hair in total disarray, her make up and lipstick no longer functional. She stretched up on her tiptoes and gently kissed his lips when she'd finished cleaning him. Then placed her mouth at his ear and whispered to him, as she squeezed his thick flaccid cock. Whatever it was she said put a very large and happy smile on his face. He placed both hands on the cheeks of her ass as he returned her kiss and massaged those priceless works of art. Sandy and company were invited to a pool party at Kathy and Dave's house that following weekend. They were also invited for a nightcap that very night, but declined knowing what needs had risen in their mates, from their little, parking lot adventure. The girls hugged and kissed before parting, and the men, as men, shook hands. Giving compliments on each other's mates in passing. They exchanged numbers, and home address's, and firmly committed to seeing each other again very soon before leaving. Don drove and somehow both girls wound up in the back seat. Before long there were deep smoky moans and slurping sounds coming from the back seat as they motored down the boulevard. Not knowing for sure how much more his over burdened cock could take that night, William, unable to resist any longer, gave commentary. "My God, is there no end of it with you women," he said sharply. "Is someone lonely and jealous!" quipped Sandy. "You're an insatiable Tart Auntie," he scolded. "Yes my Lord, but it's a big part of what makes you love me so," she countered. "I suppose so my love," he half whispered. Sandy smiled to herself in the dark interior of her husbands Caddy. As her heart flared hot once more, for the impatient young man seated in front of her. End part 2 **************** [email protected] ************** For a complete list of stories by DuPain visit: http://results.asstr.org/results.php?id=5940&sample=1&number=15&begin=1 ****************

Night Desires 4 ---------------------------------------------------- Jake Wilson and Sam Blackwell arrive at Pat's acreage, surveillance begins. ---------------------------------------------------- By William DuPain Pat woke up the next morning to the sound of persistent pounding at the front door of his home. Looking around he discovered he was alone; which meant the girls had made their way to their own beds sometime before sunrise. Pat threw his legs over the side of the bed and slid into a pair of clean boxers then got up and headed for the door. He had a pretty good idea who it was making all the noise and when he opened the door ... no surprise, it was his old pal Jake. "Damn Pat, you look like shit and I don't smell any coffee either," he said with a grin. "Just got up Jake, take about ten minutes for the brew," Pat told him as he headed for the kitchen. Pat headed for the galley and did the little water and filter routine then flopped down into a kitchen chair to get his bearings. "Didn't really expect you this soon Jake," Pat told him. "Yeah well, you gave me the willies when we talked, so as soon as I got the mufflers finished I loaded everything into the motor home and hightailed it on up here," he said. "Look there are some things I didn't explain that I had better set straight right now. First there are two very sexy vampires staying with me," he said with a grin. Jake sat there looking at his old friend for an inordinately protracted period of time without saying anything, but at last he said, "You're jerking my chain here ... right Pat?" "No sir old friend ... I wish that were the case, but this is on the level." "We are talking about blood sucking creatures that fly around, freak out at the sight of a cross, and sizzle like bacon in daylight ... right," he asked? "Yep," Pat replied. "You're fucking crazy, what the hell kind of shit you on out here in the boonies" Jake answered, stone cold sober! "Yeah, I know the feeling, but its true, except crosses don't bother them and they can't fly any better then you and I," Patrick explained. Patrick poured two cups of hard, black Columbian coffee, and gave one to Jake and then sat down with the other himself. He explained about the drug and what had brought the girls into his home. Then told him about his conversation with the vampire prince Victor Rawlings. And watched, as Jake went tense and silent, when he described their chance encounter with the ghoul at the Seven Feathers club. "When Blackwell arrives you need to set an electronic perimeter out away from the buildings, far enough to give us some advance warning," Jake said. "My thought as well," Pat told him. "I'm going to need to modify the ends of your blowbacks to fit the silencers properly, but you know that," Jake told him. Patrick retrieved both the semi automatics from there hiding places and handed the pair to Jake. "Well you may as well visit my little shop of horrors and keep me company while I work ... it won't take long," Jake said. They headed out to the Zephyr and climbed in, Patrick noticed that Jake had done some remodeling since he was last inside the big motor home. Gone was the couch and swivel chair next to it and in its place was a narrow long workbench, with assorted equipment bolted to it and a hide away stool tucked neatly underneath. As Jake took measurements he questioned Pat about their plans for the warehouse after they found out how the drug was passed. He wasn't surprised to hear that he wanted to take it down and capture their computers. It was all-tentative of course without Blackwell present to confirm any plans they might come up with. When Jake had finished they headed for the back of the barn, and standing in front of the door that exited from the kitchenette, prepared to test the pair of SW99's. "Look, this isn't a screw on affair, push this little round ball in and then shove the suppressor on the barrel, if you don't hear a click as the shears lock into the grooving turn it slowly until you hear the click. When you finally have the two balls into the recesses, "you'll know from the click" let the button go and the shears will extend into the grooving," Jake explained! Patrick fitted the silencer on the end of the smith SW99 and slipped in the clip, three rounds fired in rapid succession and the 99 leapt in his hand with no more than a whisper. The suppressors were a little longer than Pat would have liked, but the 40 caliber needed the distance to turn its roar into a whisper. "Puff ... puff, puff, "I like it," he told Jake with a grin! "Yeah and with the length you don't need to worry about a flash suppressor I vented it for the light," he explained with a grin. So like a pair of kids with their first bb gun the two stood there and terrorized the brightly colored paper targets at the other end of the homespun target range. When the two were finished letting all that macho hang free, they headed back to the house going through the old converted barn this time. As they stepped out of the building they saw three black, Chevy Tahoe's in the drive with the passengers just starting to unload. The men were all dressed in black business suits and the lone female of the group, in a smart looking dark navy suit jacket and skirt affair. "Sam Blackwell Mr. O'Neil, pleased to make your acquaintance," the tall, slender, older man said, as he offered his hand. "Didn't expect you this soon Mr. Blackwell, you must be tired after your long trip," Pat commented. We were dispatched soon after your phone conversation with Mr. Rawlings Sir, and no I'm not tired at all to be honest," he responded. Sam Blackwell had the look and feel of a seasoned hunter Patrick noticed, as he watched the older man scope the buildings and surrounding grounds. He was not overly handsome, nor was he especially homely, he was slightly gray in front of his ears. But you knew from the set of him that he was alert and well able to take care of himself. "Mr. Rawlings my employer has instructed me to place myself completely under your command sir," he began. Patrick interrupted him, "Mr. Blackwell, I would rather approach this task as a shared leadership between yourself and I. I'm a long time out of the service now and would feel much better if you were in complete control of the day to day surveillance that will take place ... given your ongoing recent experience," he told the older gentleman. "Thank you Mr. O'Neil I appreciate the nod, I would like to set some beam alarms around the property if you don't mind and if you'd allow me to, a warning buzzer in your home itself. I'd like to place the beams far enough away to allow us some reaction time, our computer will monitor them continually of course, and I hope you have no objections to guns Mr. O'Neil," he stated. "Do what you think best, and no, I have no aversion to firearms at all, now let me show you where you can set up a command post if you'd like," Pat replied. Introductions were then made all around between Jake, Patrick and the Rawlings surveillance team. Pat had noticed Jake eyeballing the cute little redhead that had came with Victor's team and smiled as he stepped off in the direction of the barn, wondering where that might lead. He Gave Sam the once around inside and showed him the power outlet locations, and then took him upstairs and out on the balcony ledge that faced the end of the drive. "This will work well Mr. O'Neil now if you don't mind sir I'd like to get a couple of my people started placing the equipment around the perimeter," he said as they left the upstairs room. Back down on the ground Sam Blackwell began to bark out orders and gear was unloaded from the vans. Pat being naturally curious by nature took a peek into some of the crates and he found a score of Mac 10's with suppressors and all kinds of high capacity clips. He also located at least two, M4A1 Socom's with day and night glass done up in a flat black finish, plenty of spare ammo and a Medic's molly bag. Patrick, impressed that this team meant business, and was capable of doing business, turned to observe the activity-taking place around him. Wondering how long it would be before the fireworks began between Miss Sadie Pratt and one Jake Wilson, it was going to be interesting, he mused. "Dooley take Sadie and start planting the sticks I want the beam up by nightfall, Vandees get the computer set up in the barn. John and Tim start toting the ordinance into the command post then move the vehicles behind the command building and out of sight," Blackwell's orders created a beehive of instant activity; as the work of securing their new compound began. The work went well enough, except for a few brief exchanges between the redhead and Jake, provoked no doubt, by the big gumshoe himself. The beam was operational long before it was actually needed and the flood lamps were in place, they were set up to flash automatically if the beam was broken. Vandees had got the computer up, and was testing the feed from the perimeter, all the other gear had found a suitable storage area and it looked as if things would be ready by nightfall. Sadie was livid with anger at Mr. O'Neil's friend, every since her arrival the big gumshoe Jake Wilson's eyes had been boring holes through her ass and she was just about fed up with it. In another setting she might have been flattered, but this was work ... dangerous work, and she really didn't need a lovesick moose following her around the compound getting in her way. "Right then, good job people," Blackwell intoned, as the crew was close to finished. "Tonight we will begin a two man guard to watch around the grounds the last team on needs to get to sleep early tonight that will be Dooley and Vandees, myself and John will take first watch Sadie and Tim the second. These shifts will rotate so no one gets stuck in a rut and remember to stay within the perimeter of the beam," he finished with a smile. The light was beginning to fade as Blackwell approached Patrick, "With your permission Mr. O'Neil I would like to take one man from the team and do a quick and easy drive by of the target just to get a visual of the layout. It shouldn't take over an hour," he said. "As I said earlier Sam, you're the head of surveillance here. Do you have radios in the Vans," Pat asked the older man. "I doubt that we'll disembark, and we have cell phone to stay in contact with you, but yes, as a matter of fact we have a complete set for everyone here, by the way would you mind terribly keeping an eye on my team while I'm away," Sam asked him? "Will be happy to Sam," Patrick responded. They shook hands as Patrick broke off and headed fort he house, behind him Sam called John Tipton to escort him. John grabbed a Mac 10 and several clips as well as a sidearm and knife then headed for the van that Sam had already turned around. John slid into the front passenger seat and the large lumbering tactical unit roared off down the driveway. The girls should be awakening before long "Patrick thought," as he headed for the kitchen to see if there was any coffee left. He poured a cup of the cold liquid and placed it in the microwave to warm. He sensed her behind him then felt her hands on his shoulder, "Hello Lila," he said before turning around. "Hello lover, is that for me," she purred. "Yes love ... it is," he smiled. He felt Lila place her cheek against his back and then reach around to squeeze the bulge in front of his pants. He felt the rush of passion again as he sensed lips lightly sucking the head of his organ and her whispers in his mind. Words of adulation that only fueled his libido and made him want the woman then and there. Patrick turned to face the beautiful vampire and his lips rushed to hers as his hand plunged into her undergarment to tease the damp folds of her mound there. She pulled back and raised her eyes to his inhaling deeply before she spoke, "I don't know how I made it before you lover, but I certainly wont be able to do without you now," she said. He pushed her back toward the large oak table and lifted her up on it when they bumped the edge. He rushed the sheer nightgown she wore up around her hips and peeled the bright crimson panties off her legs. Patrick stood, freed himself, and took her without a kiss, or a single spoken word between them. Her eyes held his face, as he had her there, in a quick and brutal kind of way. But Lila's eyes loved him, filled with adoration for every beautiful sensation he made within her body. She could feel his savage need and understand his brutal rush; it was what she wanted too. Her small slim arms went about his thick, hard neck, and her lips caressed the smooth skin at the top of his shoulder, as she rushed toward climax like a high mountain avalanche. "~ I want to taste you so badly Patrick, ~" he heard her whisper! He felt her spasms begin and felt the light tingling scrape at the side of his neck as she pierced him, just breaking the skin, he felt her emotions peak when his blood entered her mouth. Then her head flew back as she screamed, caught in the fearsome clutches of her orgasm. Patrick felt the power of his vampire lover as a swirling force of warm pleasure all over his body, as she whispered in his mind how deeply she loved him. Then he came like a volcano, his cum filling her like waves of hot lava, she clutched him tightly with her passage, as the last of his hot seed impacted against her uterus, he was physically drained when he finished emptying himself inside her body. He was not harmed by the bite; Lila didn't take enough blood to really make a difference, but it did enhance her ending. Patrick pulled out of the tight, slick slit, of Lila's body and sat in one of the nearby chairs, Lila was immediately in attendance kneeling before him. She took his swollen member in her mouth and gently sucked him clean, then put it away, and closed him up and then laid the side of her face on top of his leg. Patrick felt Laura's arms slip over the top of his shoulders felt the warm nuzzle of her lips on his neck where she kissed him. "~ I won't pressure you for sex my love, I'm aware of what this young nymphomaniac has done to you, but you have my love Patrick, ~" he heard her giggle. "At the moment I greatly appreciate that Laura, I need to check on things in the barn," he sighed. Patrick made himself as presentable as possible and then started to head for the door but Lila hooked her arm in his and smiled up at him. "May I go as far as the front lawn with you," she asked him? "Yes," he said, smiling. He opened the door for her watching her bottom as she stepped out into the darkness; she passed through it, as if it had been made for her alone. She turned in front of him and he knew what she wanted, just a little reassurance in the form of kiss. A breeze came up as their lips met and the darkness rushed in upon them as if to hide this moment from the eyes of the world around them, she was soft in his arms as he devoured her mouth. He felt rather than saw her smile when he released her and knew it was ok with her then. Before he left he gave a light quick slap to the cheek of her buttock, and received a sharp girlish yelp for his effort. He was smiling as he walked away, "He could do a lot worse than Lila, it may well be difficult to find another like her," he thought! Patrick milled about the old barn and watched Tim at his workstation momentarily before heading upstairs. He stepped out on the balcony from the only room not in use at the moment, and turned his eyes to the stars above and his heart rushed in his chest at the beauty he found there. Overhead was a clear sky full of night diamonds, showering their unique light force down on the surrounding countryside. The place looked secure to him, and he took his ease under that glorious, sparkling canopy, and enjoyed the fresh air for a moment. Patrick stopped by the computer to sign out with Tim who was monitoring the security beam and reminded him that if he needed anything he would be next door, before heading back to the house. Blackwell arrived not long after Patrick had sat down with the girls around the kitchen table. He came into the kitchen alone and gave Pat a report sketching all that he saw and his opinion about reconnaissance around the facility. "I think luck may be with us, the warehouse is relatively isolated at the end of an industrial park. In fact the road dead ends not far from the entrance to the place, their seems to be an inordinate amount of security for this type of business," he commented with a grin. "Are their any good locations to observe the coming and going of vehicles in and out of the place," Patrick asked him? "No perfect cover on that particular lane, but the next street over has an empty lot facing the warehouse, its located between two small daylight companies that are seemingly unoccupied at night," he explained. "I may need to asked you and Jake to take a tour on the computer to help me out Mr. O'Neil. I would like to start watching tonight and split it up into three eight hour shifts for my team rotating off every other day," he told Patrick. "We are here to do what we can to help Sam, of course we'll stand watch," Patrick told him. "I would still like to keep two members watching this place at least at night, one on the grounds and one at the command center on the computer," Sam told him. "I would suggest we change the ground shifts to five hours and eliminate one team, our night light around here is shorter in the summer and 10 hours will take care of the bulk of it. I think an infrared warning device that links to the computer on the yard man would be a good idea Sam, that way he can warn command without going verbal and giving up his location to an intruder," Patrick suggested. "Good idea, it's a plan then," Sam Agreed. And he took the first shift covering the warehouse himself. Things went relatively smooth over the next three days, except for the occasional spat between Sadie and Jake. She fixed a simple supper of hot cakes, eggs, and smoked bacon for the team one evening, and after sitting down asked Jake how he liked his eggs. "Over medium Sadie," he'd responded. "Well the skillet is free now so just do what you want," she told him with a wide mischievous grin! -------------------------------- The next day after morning coffee they were leaving the house to assume their duties and Jake and Sadie were last two out the door, she behind him. Jake closed the door after stepping out leaving Sadie behind in the house. The red head was livid as she flew through the door, "Mr. Wilson may I have a word with you sir," her tone not at all friendly! Patrick noticed the smiles on the faces of the rest of the team, although he himself would look neither of them in the eyes at that moment. She marched up to Jake and grabbed his shirt then placed her foot on his knee and crawling half way up his body until her nose was right next to his, "I will not tolerate your insolence you great baboon, nor will I have you interfering with my duties on this mission ... do you understand me Mr. Wilson," she screamed! Jake lightly kissed her lips and the little red head went ballistic, she dropped to the ground and punched the much larger Jake Wilson in the belly and tried to kick him in the shin but missed. Jake reached out and pulled one shoulder hard toward him and at the same time pushed the other away hard. Sadie spun around in the opposite direction and the big man slipped his arms over her body securing her arms at her side. "Unhand me you Oaf," she screamed, along with many other expletives inappropriate for oral publication by a young woman of her breeding. When Sadie had calmed to a slow boil Jake released her and said, "You're wild about me, you don't realize it yet ... but you are Sadie," he told her calmly. "Mr. Wilson you're sadly delusional and I seriously doubt that theirs any thing in the world of rational reason that will help bring you to the truth of cold reality," she said, as she turned and stormed off toward the command post, fuming! Jake grinned as she walked off then turned to the team and said, "She's wild about me, just wait, you'll see," he said! Patrick smiled without saying a word, sometimes Jake was like a big high school kid; you just had to take him as he was! ----------------------------------------------- That evening Lila's mood was taken with the thrill of the full moon above her as she strolled along the front sidewalk, and she reached out to the night with her senses taking note of those around her. She sensed the young woman Sadie, asleep and in a dream. Lila smiled as she recognized that the man she was holding in her dream was none other than Jake Wilson. She watched as he moved between her legs, Lila smiled as Sadie turned her head to one side. She continued to look as Jake placed his lips on the soft skin of Sadie's neck and began to kiss. Lila smiled again as she witnessed Sadie's eyes go half closed with the rush of lust she was feeling. She felt the flow of her emotions, as she dreamed and the deep feelings of love that tinted over the scene. Lila turned to return to the house, a smile on her face, even though she was slightly embarrassed for having pried into Sadie's private thoughts. She had suspected that the young woman had experienced feelings for the big gumshoe, and that suspicion had just been confirmed in the most inspiring way. ----------------------------------------------------- That same night as Tim Vance went about his duties watching the traffic around the warehouse he observed one of the company vans preparing to leave the grounds. From what he had heard about the goon at the club Seven Feathers it looked as if the driver might be that guy. Tim placed a fast call to Sam to queue the leader in on this unusual foray. He was told to tail the van and stay in communication with Blackwell who was on his way with another team member. Tim followed the Loadstar van as it headed for the exit to the interstate highway, careful to remain far enough back not to arouse suspicion. He followed the van south on the interstate for about 4 miles where it turned into an interstate rest area full of trucks. Tim observed as the van took a parking spot but drove on by and found the next turn around quickly. He pulled the Tahoe into the rest area on the opposite side of the highway, parked, and then fished his night glass back out of the big molly bag. He dialed Sam Blackwell as he watched the van, with the driver still in it. It was when the goon opened the door to get out that Tim noticed he had parked right next to one of the O'Neil company trucks. The goon walked up near the rear tractor duals and after studiously surveying the vehicles in the immediate area he ducked under the trailer. Tim fished the recorder out the bag and turned it on then hit the record button as the goon slid out from underneath the big truck; in his hand a small plastic container with a slide lock mechanism on one side. The pick-up man made his way back to the company van and quietly slipped inside. He didn't take off right away, and Tim watched as a rather young tall fellow came out of the building and headed slowly toward the rig. He unlocked the door and got in starting the big truck up and slowly easing out of the slot where he had been parked. A few minutes later the lights on the van came on and the goon slowly motored out of the rest area. Not long after the drop was made and the van left, Sam Blackwell eased the big Chevy van into the empty spot next to Tim's vehicle. Blackwell eased out and slipped into the passenger side of Tim's van. Tim explained everything he had witnessed and showed his team leader the recording. "This is what we've been waiting for, now its time to take down the warehouse and capture the computers if we can," Blackwell explained. Sam dialed Dooley Willis who was stationed at the compound computer and gave instructions to bring everyone including O'Neil and Jake Wilson and meet him at the little truck stop right next to the interstate. "Follow me back to town Tim its time to make our strike and let them know we are on the hunt," he said, before slipping out and getting into the other van. They waited about fifteen minutes or so for the rest of the team to arrive and tried to devise a plan of entry. Every person in the team had a Mac 10 and one battle pack, a side arm with extra ammo and a war blade; the crew was dressed in all black. They rolled through the open gate like the fiery breath of hell, three vehicles stopping in front of the building one in front of each exit. Pat and Jake drove around back to enter through the only exit at the back of the building. Just as Sam Blackwell made his exit from the van out stepped three company goons cradling automatic rifles in their arms, all of which had silencers. "Puff ... puff, puff," was the only sound he heard as the glass in the Tahoe next to Sam shattered and he heard the sickening clang of projectiles ripping through the sheet metal body of the new Chevy. Sam dropped to the concrete and rolled under the big van as the group that had fired on him began to take fire from the rest of his teams in the other positions. The little Mac tens were chewing the hell out of the front of that building and two of the Loadstar goons went down immediately. But other personnel began pouring out of the other two exits and soon lead was flying all over hells half acre. Sam and Sadie rushed the door where the first fire had come from and a single company soldier retreated in a hailstorm of hard-hitting hot lead. Sam pushed through the door hitting the concrete on his belly and rolling well past the entry to make way for Sadie's entrance, which was immediately after his own. She made one quick visual sweep of the area and then opened up with the little Mac in the direction of the fleeing employee, covering Sam who was now re-positioning himself. In the center of the facility was an observation room with exits on all sides leading down to the first level. As Pat and Jake made entry from the rear they were met by a small hailstorm of intense fire from personnel making there way down the stairs on the backside of the observation tower. The pair were separated, as both dodged for cover from the storm of bullets. Jake finding a nearby pallet of bags which he squatted behind as he began to return fire. He couldn't see his old friend at the moment but heard the little Mac giving report and knew that he had found cover of some kind. The two managed to thin the numbers just a little before the company goons retreated back into the upper platform seeking a safer side to exit from. The two sprang from cover and advanced hearing the fierce firefight going on at the right end of the complex. They made it to the far sidewall of the observation station before they had to duck and seek cover again. They could see Sam, and Sadie, taking heavy fire middle way of the front wall, crouched behind pallets of bags. Patrick saw someone come out of the shadows on Jakes right side and fire; the little Mac 10 was knocked out of his hand as a round plowed into the side of the weapon. As the goon advanced on Jakes position Patrick was taking fire from the front of the building and unable to get a clear shot at Jake's enemy. He saw Jake draw the side arm and crouch toward the oncoming assailant, the smith rocked in his hand several times as it roared out its deadly protest before he was hit. Patrick couldn't tell exactly where he took the slug all he was able to see was a spray of blood exit behind Jake. The big man went down and Patrick felt a severe tightening deep in his belly as his nerves went tight, he heard a woman's voice scream and looked up to see Sadie break cover and head for Jake. Patrick immediately concentrated his fire on those soldiers firing at her as she ran. Sadie emptied the little Mac 10 on the goon that took Jake down and he crumpled in mid flight just as Sadie reached the big ex-marine. The two teams outside finally put it together and rushed the last door with four fully automatic weapons spitting death, hell, and mayhem, and drove what was left of the goon army back inside the structure. Patrick slipped a fresh clip in the Mac and driven by a slightly pissed off attitude began to advance on the small group of armed men. At last the Calvary punched a hole in their line and the rest of Sam Blackwell's team came into the warehouse guns blazing, rocking the house down with big Mac music and the drum beat of lead slapping hard into concrete. Patrick turned and veered off then, and headed back toward the area where his old pal lay bleeding; Sadie was cradling his head between her legs as she kneeled and was stroking the big mans dark hair. Patrick dropped down at his side and took a look at the wound; it had missed anything-vital exiting high from the back. Patrick looked up at Sadie and saw that she was about in tears, pain plainly seen in her pretty young face, "He'll be ok Sadie, in a few days he'll be good as new," he told her smiling. "Patrick thought as he looked over at the dead goon not far away, sometimes you just shouldn't fuck around with the things a woman loves." "Yeah, I forgot the vest Pat," the big man finally said. "How you feeling pal," Patrick asked? "Been better, been worse," he smiled. Patrick patted his old friends shoulder lightly and spun on his heel to help with the mopping up that was going on at the other side of the complex. "Take care of him Sadie," Patrick said before leaving! It was all but over when Patrick came on the scene, the few Loadstar soldiers left were more than willing to retire from the engagement without further hostilities. Patrick informed Sam that Jake was down but ok, Sam Blackwell immediately assigned two of his team to take Jake back to the command center for treatment right then. "Dooley hit that platform and see what they have in the way of storage equipment, if there is a computer it goes with us," Sam barked! Sam, and the rest of the team went to question what remained of the Loadstar force, and quickly determined that they were working blind and would not be able to provide anything in the way of usable Intel. They milled around upstairs for a little while and managed to retrieve the package that was picked up at the rest stop, it contained 300 hundred of the little pills. "They just lost 60,000 dollars," Sam smiled! The hour was already late and Sam Blackwell was anxious to get back to command and start investigating the Loadstar files; and check on his wounded man. "Time to mount up and head for the barn," Blackwell told his team! Dooley finally got the tower and CD rack loaded in the Tahoe and the crew moved out of the building to begin the journey back to command. Sam informed Patrick on the way out that at least two of the company men had slipped away while the firefight was going on; one of them being the ghoul they had met at the club. The caravan headed out for the home complex and Patrick found himself wondering how Jake was getting along. Sadie had left with him, and he wondered how the two were reacting to each other. When they arrived Dooley took the captured computer directly to the barn and stored it near their own. Patrick went to the house to find out how his old friend Jake was doing. He found him reclined on his bed with Sadie in attendance, he had been bandaged and the bleeding had been stopped. Sadie sat next to him smoothing the hair in place above his ear, her brow furrowed as she watched him. "I have my own private nurse her Patrick and she's a good one," he grinned as Patrick came around the bed. "You do know you scared the hell out of me back their don't you gunny," teasing his wounded pal? "Well Patrick I tried everything to get this woman's attention and I finally did and it only took one bullet," he teased Sadie. "It isn't funny Jake you could have been killed," Sadie said tersely! "I know, I was only teasing," he responded with a grin. Sadie to the surprise of both men leaned over Jake and kissed his lips lightly and then patted his hand. "Ok ... I think you'll live, get some rest Jake, when the meds wear off tomorrow you're going to be stiff," he told Jake with a grin! ------------------------------------------------ After Patrick left the room Sadie moved to the bedroom door and closed then locked it. She turned and walked back to the side of the bed that Jake was laying on and began to strip out of her combat clothing just out of his reach. She smiled down at the big man and continued undressing, until she stood completely nude beside him. Jake gave a low whistle at what he saw standing there, he had known Sadie was a good looking girl ... he just hadn't known, exactly how good looking, until now! Her breasts were firm and turned up at the ends, with cute little pink nipples, and they were hard. Her hips were flared nicely, her tummy flat, her mound full ... and her eyes hungry, as she stood looking down at him. "Sadie," he began! "S-h-h-h ... don't say it Jake, I already know," she interrupted. Reaching down she unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly and eased the big mans pants and skivvies off his body. She turned the light off and carefully crawled on top of the injured gumshoe, and after kissing him gently on the lips began to rock slowly against the big mans body. "Sadie," he began! "S-h-h-h ... don't say it Jake, I know and I love you! Sadie tortured him with her slow languid love making, pausing now and then to squeeze the entire length of his shaft with her vaginal muscles. She prolonged his agony until she herself could no longer bear the suspense. His thundering growl made her giggle as it echoed through the room, but the pounding of his hot seed inside her body pushed her off the edge and sent her into sweet freefall. Later when the room was silent he heard her little voice say, "You scared me tonight Jake ... I thought I had lost you before I ever got to say what I wanted to," she sighed. "I didn't mean to Sadie," he responded. "I know, but you must promise me you'll be more careful," she whispered. "I promise," he told her, before the shadows seduced his mind away from consciousness. She stayed there with him for the rest of the night and the next morning Jake was the only man that Sadie cooked for. --------------------------------------------------- Patrick stepped into the kitchen area after he left Jake's side and was rushed by Lila who threw herself into his arms and buried her face in the side of his neck. She hugged him tightly refusing to let him go, then she began to sob; Patrick soothed her, stroking her back until she relaxed her grip on him. "You must never do that again Patrick, leave me behind to worry about you that way. When they brought Jake in and began to clean him up and tend to his wound I worried myself sick about you," she sobbed. Laura sat at the table smiling across at him not saying a word, but looking as if she wanted to. "I'm sorry Lila, but it all happened so quickly their wasn't time enough to do anything but grab the gear and go," he explained. "Next time I'm going with you, I mean it Pat, you will not rush out of here to anymore fights without me. No sit down and I'll get you a beer," she told him. "Sounds as if someone was a little worried about you Pat," Laura smiled, as she spoke. " ~ She loves you Patrick and its more than your blood, ~" Laura offered! Lila brought Patrick a cold beer and sat it down in front of him then bent down at his side and kissed his cheek lightly. She moved behind his chair and began to massage his shoulders and ease the tension of the night's activity away. He felt her in his mind as a warm glowing emotion that relaxed him completely. With his eyelids half closed he asked Lila if he might use her room to sleep in that night? She took hold of his beer, and then his hand, and indicated he should come with her. Lila led the way down the hall to her room with Patrick in tow. He watched the sway of her bottom as its curves moved beneath her dress and knew he wouldn't be falling off to sleep very soon ... and smiled. ------------------------------------- End part 4 [email protected]

Night Desires 3 -------------------------------------------- Patrick and the female vampires make a discovery. MF-FF. -------------------------------------------- By William DuPain Patrick woke the next day with a slight throbbing headache they had stayed late after their discussion. Then had left the Embassy and headed for the club Razz-Ma-Tazz for more dancing and drinks and had stayed late overdoing it a bit before heading home. Patrick was no party animal and staying out that late was highly uncommon and out of character for him and his personal chemistry just wasn't geared to it. Patrick had went out to old barn he had converted to a club house of sorts and retrieved the AK and clips, his combat blade, as well as the 40 caliber Smiths from the steel storage bin they were locked in. It was a comfortable get away ... the barn; it had a bath and bed, an entertainment center as well as a kitchen. When he had remodeled he had ran the concrete driveway past the new remote doors and into the living room so he could drive in without needing to walk through the elements. The upper story was pretty much open except for the sleeping rooms he had constructed along the one side of the old structure and he loved the roomy feeling of the place. As the girls slept in the two rooms he had made light proof at the end of the hallway Patrick fixed one of the pistols to the bottom of the kitchen table. Then moving to the living room he fixed one to the bottom of the heavy oak end table by the couch, he had left a full spare clip with each pistol just in case. It felt unusually quite with the two female vampires sleeping, he rather missed their constant probing of ... and presence in his mind. He left spare clips for the AK in the same locations with the pistols as well as in the bath. Next he installed counters on the doors and windows that could be read with a device similar to what the water company now used to read water meters as they drove by your house. Push a button and it would lock the count in memory, hit the green compare button at your return and it would display the remembered value right next to the current count, it was a little gizmo that Jake had worked up for use in his own home. The little device also monitored a minute current running through a thin wire attached to the windows. It looked a little like the wiring of an automobiles rear window defrosters just in case some wise ass decided to cut the glass instead of forcing the window. It gave a read out in red with the counter number next to it. Jake and he had met while both had served in the Marines and became friends; Patrick had been trained to maintain the corps equipment and Jake was an MP. They had both been shipped to separate locations after a while and temporarily lost touch with each other. Jake had become a state trooper after his hitch in the corps was finished and had met and wed the beautiful Cindy McIntyre. One night he was called to the scene of an accident not too far from his home and after investigating, filling out the citations, and hanging around while the area was cleaned up he stopped by home. He had found Cindy in the arms of another man and lost control beating the guy near death. Cindy filed for divorce after that and cleaned him out financially, he lost his job with the state and by the time Patrick caught up with him he was stuffed halfway down the tight neck of a hard booze bottle. They spent some time together in those days and Patrick encouraged him to attend some classes so he could apply for his private Investigators license and loaned him the money to open shop when he successfully finished the test. They had stayed in touch after that checking on each other from time to time just to keep each other honest. He placed the AK in his bedroom after lubing and checking it over with a fully loaded 50 round clip securely in place. He kept himself busy for the rest of the day until the ladies of the night emerged from sleep. They gathered round the oak table in the kitchen to talk. "Won't you ladies need to feed tonight," Patrick asked them? "Yes, and we will in a little while," Lila told him with a smile. "When I contacted Lila she brought a supply with her that Victor had sent along Patrick, it's in her car in a portable cooler. Victor ships it to Lila's place as we need it, to help keep the awareness of our presence below radar" Laura told him. "Speaking of your boss one of you should contact him and let him know what we're planning. Just out of curiosity where are his headquarters," Patrick asked the girls? "Victor has facilities in a town called Shawnee Oklahoma, east and a little south of Oklahoma City," Lila told him. "That's a stroke of luck, Jakes ranch is in Stillwater although he maintains his business office in Tulsa," Patrick replied. "It won't do any good to try and contact him today Pat he wont even be in until late tonight. In the mean time is there any night time fun around this area," Lila asked with a twinkle in those flaming ebony eyes? Patrick smiled. "Not much, theirs a casino on 35 back north a little and something like a private gentleman's club of sorts outside of Osceola called the Seven Feathers Saddle Company. I think tonight is amateur dance night and ladies get in free, anyone that wants to try pole dancing is welcome to get on stage and give it a shot," he told her. "Seven Feathers, what kind of name is that," Laura asked? "The seven feathers represent the seven clans of the Cherokee Nation," he explained. "Its proprietor is a native American called Light Wing but everyone calls him Pete, not a handsome fellow, but one hell of trustworthy friend. Story goes he wondered off the Reservation back east long ago in his youth and traveled to Las Vegas. He was deeply inspired by all the games of chance he found there and won a hell of pile of money at the old Stardust Casino. Later he opened Seven Feathers and it became something of a local Icon," he explained. "Oh we must go and see it, besides I love to dance," she said with a wicked little smile! Lila got up from her seat and ran around to Patrick's chair flopping her cute little bottom in his lap. She wiggled, then giggled, then spoke with a purr, "Will you take me out to dance lover," as her tongue snaked out from between perfect lips to barely touch the rim of his outer ear. Laura still seated across the table from the pair just smiled at her friend's girlish antics. "This is blackmail you know," he commented with a shiver! "SO ... are taking me or not," she pouted? "How could I ever resist such a charming proposal," he said smiling. "Well that was easy enough," Laura stated, "Now I'm going to Lila's car and unload are bags so we can dress and get ready," as she got up and headed for the door. They had doubled back that night and picked up Lila's car before leaving Des Moines, which, as it turned out, was loaded with all kinds of their stuff. The girls having spent an inordinate amount of time in the head finally presented themselves in the living room for Patrick's approval. Pat took one look and went hard; Lila wore a red oriental style dress with a slit up the front and white brocade around the short collar and down the arms. Up one entire leg was a blue dragon its head turned and facing her pelvis. Her eye makeup was dark and her lips blood red when she moved in the gown you could almost see her panties. Laura had dressed in a multi colored, short one-piece dress, that was brilliant to burnt orange mostly, with patches of earth tones and white between. The hair was back again with ringlets framing her beautiful face; her accessories were white, the belt, high heels, and the pearls. "Jesus ladies, you both look like serious trouble, and either of you could tempt a priest to masturbation," he said with a wide grin. Patrick had on a dark gray pinstriped suit, black silk shirt and white tie, being left handed he had placed the pan caked 357 snub over his right hip in an inside holster that clipped to his belt it sat with the grip pointed at Patrick's left hand. Around his left ankle was a band and case that held his titanium war blade, clipped to his inside hideaway jacket pocket were three very special pearl headed 3 inch push pins, treated with a chemical to induce sleep, these a gift from his old friend Jake. " ~ You look handsome enough to ravish right here and now my love, ~" he heard Lila comment! " ~ I want some of it before you go off to sleep Patrick, ~" Laura teased. "Thank you ladies, its wonderful to be appreciated," he offered with a smile. After stepping out to head for the car Patrick turned to face the house with the little electronic box Jake had rigged for him and took a count from his security monitors then turned and headed for the car. The car was filled with the warring scent of the two women's perfume, not an altogether unpleasant experience. Lila's leg pressed firmly against his own split Patrick's focus between the road and the creamy smooth curves of the beautiful gypsy vamp next to him. " ~ Am I frustrating you my love, ~" he heard her giggle? " ~ Shall I retire to the back seat my handsome master, ~" she teased? "No Lila, it isn't your fault you have sexy legs," he said with a grin. "Aw, you're so sweet," she mewled as she laid her head at his shoulder. Patrick turned off the highway and slowly traversed the gravel road that wound its way through the rolling southern Iowa hillside. The car rolled down a steep incline at the bottom of which was a flat meadow area; in the center was a very large building, beside it a large pond, this was Seven Feathers. The expansive lawn was immaculate and the huge parking area at the right end of the building was full. It took a while but Patrick found an empty spot and parked the sedan, they could hear the music as the piled out of the car and it sounded as if the party was in full swing. As they approached the double doors the girls noticed the deeply carved wolf's heads on the bottom panels superimposed with a stylish dream catcher. When they passed through the doors of the establishment it was full and hopping, the music was loud and the dance floor was jam-packed. They found a booth and waited to place their order it was Lila that spoke first, "Theirs one of our kind here somewhere Patrick, but with all the sounds and scents I can't pinpoint exactly where," she informed him. " ~ I can sense it too only faintly, ~ "they heard Laura confirm. They finally caught the eye of a passing bar maid and placed their orders, And then Laura asked Patrick if he'd care to dance with her. He started to object but thought better of it, it was a slow country piece they were playing and Patrick figured he could bluff his way through it. So he worked his way out to the floor with Laura close behind him and she moved in very close as he took her hand in his own. They began and she looked up at him and smiled, "You do this like an old pro Patrick," she encouraged. "I haven't danced since high school," he confessed as his hand moved lower on her back. Laura moved in closer pressing the full length of her body next to his own and whispered, "You have acquired talents you're not even aware of yet Lover," she said as her lips brushed his cheek. She kissed him lightly on the mouth and Patrick could feel her passion enveloping them both as his own heart began to quicken with the nearness of her beauty. It was so very easy for her to take control of his mental focus and wrap it around herself. "You're beautiful tonight Laura," he whispered as the song ended. "Thank you Patrick I'm pleased you think so," she replied as the song ended! "Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Seven Feathers ladies night dancing tryouts!" The spot light came on and there on stage was a young lean man complete with a cowboy hat that sported a cocky little gray feather hanging down off the back of the rim. He wore a denim shirt and faded blue jeans that went all the way down to a sharp pair of brown and white boots with silver buckling at the side. "Now ladies at the front of the stage are to of our female employees each with a big roll of paper tickets each roll skips one digit, that is, one roll will hold tickets 1 ... 3 ... and 5, the other roll begins with the numbers 2 ... 4 ... and 6. If you'd care to come on up and show the crowd what you can do then please step right up and get your ticket they don't cost you anything. The lines formed in front of the two women quickly and the tickets were being handed out to the prospective participants. The crowd was beginning to get jovial and the noise level immediately escalated. "In about ten minutes, we will begin with the lowest ticket holder we can find to start the night off. There are no rules for dress, if you want to dance in the nude that's fine with us, we will accommodate your musical preferences if we can. In the event that we run out of time before everyone with a ticket gets to perform save it and bring it with you to the next ladies night; you will have your choice of a free drink or the chance to be among the very first stage performers next time. The crowd went nuts whooping hollering and just generally getting crazy when the spotlight went out and the young man left the stage. Immediately "Ghost Riders in the Sky," began to thunder through the building from the speakers hanging above them. Patrick saw Lila in line and she was close enough to get an early ticket, which meant she would more than likely be dancing to night. They all met back at the booth. "What are you doing Lila," Laura asked her friend? "I'm going to have some fun," she replied with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes! "So what number did you get," Laura asked? "Number six my dear jealous sister, if you hadn't been so busy trying to steal my date you could've gotten one too," she replied curtly! "Your date ... stealing," here they looked at each other and both broke out laughing. Patrick didn't understand it ... it just didn't seem all that funny to him, which meant that somehow he'd missed the entire point of it. They sat through the first couple of dancers and one was so-so the other one really got a crank on it, enough so that the crowd about brought the house down as she finished. Now came the last dance before Lila's routine and she got up to go back stage as the music started to play. "Wish me luck everyone," she said smiling as she walked off into the darkness. When it was Lila's turn at the floor the spot light came on and she stood in a wash of soft blue light the fingers of one black gloved hand spread wide and covering her face. The music began and Lila twirled, the song was an oldie "Sea of Heartbreak," by Don Gibson. She moved with the ease of the wind and the lightness of a cloud. Her beauty took the crowd as she played them with her body and her eyes. She began to remove her dress and the men in room gave a resounding round of catcalls as she did. She was beautiful as she flowed across the stage like the calling woo of sin itself. Finally free of the oriental garb she unleashed a combination of raw stripper, tempered with a sweet graceful ballet. As she took off the bra Patrick could feel the energy in the room all but explode. Lighters came alive all across the room waving back and forth in time to the music like some kind of a mystical chant of light. Lila hooked her thumbs in the side of her thin panties and the room went pure pandemonium and the din was explosive. She teased them, dipping and swinging around away from the crowd feigning shyness. At last, to the men's relief, she wiggled out of the bright scant covering and turned with nothing but the thin V shaped trail of hair rising from the apex of her crevice to cover her. She laid down on the stage facing the viewers and spread her legs wide giving everyone a view of her beautiful gaping vulva as the music began to fade to its ending. When the lights came up so did the viewers, on there feet clapping, whistles, and shouts of appreciation, as she gracefully gathered her things to leave the stage. Before leaving she turned winked and waved before walking off into the darkness. The crowd went crazy and the MC had to put in an appearance just to talk them down. Patrick kept his eye open for Lila and picked her up as she stepped around from behind the stage. A tall fellow with dark hair stepped in front of her stopping her next to the stage. Patrick started to rise from his seat his hand moving to the butt of his snub-nosed revolver and then felt Laura's hand firm on his arm, "No Patrick, she'll be alright," she whispered. He eased back into his seat uneasy with the situation, fingering the butt of the snub, not happy to just sit back and wait. Laura could sense his impatience could tell that his body and chemistry were in high alert; she had not seen him like this before in the short time she'd been with him. It surprised her somewhat to find that there was warrior inside this usually mild man she cared so much about. He felt better when at last he saw Lila head in their direction and walk back to the table. Lila picked up the little clutch purse she had carried in with her and fished around inside until she found her money. "Wait here for me I'll be right back," she said! She peeled off two, crisp, new hundred-dollar bills and headed back in the direction she had came from. She walked up to the man and if you weren't trained you would never have noticed the pass, he got the money and she got something then they parted. He headed for the exit and Lila headed back for the booth. "What was that all about," Laura asked her? "We were made," Lila whispered as she sat down. "His name is Chuck Warner and he's a ghoul, the bastard tried to scan me, thankfully his powers are weak and he wasn't able to. I just purchased a hit of Twilight from him and he gave me a contact number if I wanted more," she said! "That is what I'd call a lucky break." Patrick said. "We had better talk to someone at the compound tonight, if we can't get Victor we'll talk to Blake the head of security ... they need to know," Laura suggested. "He knows what we are Laura, so we are going to need to be a little more cautious than we have been. He works for a company called Loadstar Holdings they rent temporary warehouse space, equipment, you name it, they have a building right off the interstate on the outskirts of Osceola." Patrick looked up and watched as Pete the big Indian approach their booth a smile on his face. "O-SI-YO ... A-YO-LI ... WA-YA," He said as he took Patrick's hand and shook it. "And how is my young wolf these days," he asked grinning widely. "We're getting by Pete, big crowd tonight," Patrick commented. "Yes, they come from all over, by the way I caught your friends dance ... very impressive," he said! Pete smiled at Lila as she sat there blushing and avoiding his eyes. "Let me buy you guys a drink Pat," the old warrior offered. "Some other time my old friend ... I have something I need to take care of tonight," he told him. "Come back Pat when you have time, we'll smoke, talk, and have a good time," he said smiling. "I'll do that old friend, its good to see you well Pete," he answered. "Thanks Pat, same here ... now stay that way young wolf," Pete told him as he turned to go. "You were right Patrick he is an unusually peaceful spirit," Laura said. "I think we should head back and make those calls to your boss ladies," he suggested. They all headed for the car and began the short drive back to the house. Lila again slid across the front seat to lay her head on his shoulder her hand hanging onto his arm as he drove. As Patrick eased the company sedan out of the parking lot he noticed a white delivery type van parked along the edge of the gravel entryway. As they passed it he could clearly see the "Loadstar Enterprises" logo on the side. It appeared to be empty. "I had a wonderful evening dear, thank you," Lila whispered. "I'm sorry it was interrupted, you looked as if you were really having fun on stage," he answered. "Oh I was Patrick, it was one of the most interesting things I've done in a long time," she told him. "I love you," she said as she closed her eyes. "I know you do Lila and I love you too," he said! They arrived home and Patrick used the little counter device of Jake's before unlocking the door, all the counts were even and there was no window alarm. When they entered he gave Laura his cell phone, "They can't trace this one it disposable, so you should probably be using it," he told her. Pat walked to the kitchen refrigerator and grabbed a beer as Laura dialed her boss's number. Then sat down at the table to imbibe just a little. Laura walked into the kitchen a few minutes later holding the phone out to Patrick, "He wants to talk to you," she explained. --------------------------------------- "Hello" "Hello, Mr. O'Neil, this is Victor Rawlings, first I would like to thank you for looking after my employee's and also for the help you've given them thus far," Victor said. "Only too happy to be of service sir, I rather felt after my units were implicated that it was sort of my problem too. I want to find out if any of my drivers have trafficked willfully in this business," Patrick responded. "I would like to offer to send you a member of my team Mr. O'Neil his name is Sam Blackwell and he is the finest surveillance man I know right now. I rather hate to impose on your hospitality but if you could put him and a small contingency of men up as he watch's the warehouse near you it would be a great help to me," Victor explained. "It really isn't an imposition Mr. Rawlings I'd be happy to, I have ample space here to accommodate your team. I'd like to ask something of you sir if I may, do you have resources that might yield information on a company called Loadstar Holdings. I would certainly be curious to know if it's a stand alone business or a subsidiary of a parent organization," Patrick asked. "I had it in mind to do just that Mr. O'Neil, I also intent to put feelers out on the dealer you encountered tonight. I'm greatly interested in exactly how they're receiving the drug. I will of course share all my intelligence with you. Laura informs me that you intend to send a team to Texas to track your vehicles, is this correct," he asked? "Yes sir it is, but I need about a week or more to put everything in place, I will of course inform you before we make the move, to make you aware that we are in the area," Patrick told him. "I appreciate that Mr. O'Neil, if there is anything else I can supply you with, or aid you in please don't hesitate to call me sir," Victor told him. "Thank you, you just may hear from me Mr. Rawlings ... goodbye sir," he said as he hung up. -------------------------------- "I would say right off hand that he's upper society and well moneyed, and probably a pretty decent guy," he said to the girls. "You would be correct on every count my love," Lila told him. "His wife Amanda was the most treasured thing in his life and when he lost her he nearly fell apart. He started to become bitter and very distant, but one night there was dream or vision and his wife was in it. He has never told anyone what took place or what was said in it, but he came back to life somewhat after that," Lila informed him. ------------------------------------------ Victor Rawlings hung up the phone the crease above his eyes deep his mind hard into his thoughts. "Is everything all right Mr. Rawlings? Steven Blake asked his employer? "I'm not exactly sure yet Mr. Blake," Victor told him. "It turns out our target is willing to render aid in our investigation ... seems like a level and very decent sort," he commented. "But still theirs something troubling you ... right," the head of his security, asked him? "I think we may be close to losing our anonymity, as well as the element of surprise with it," he explained. "So are you sending Blackwell and a team up to Laura," Steven asked? "Yes Mr. Blake and you will be in charge of supplying weapons and gear for the convoy I want three large recreational vans for them and the gear. And Mr. Blake outfit the team for heavy sustained combat, including their first aid gear, and battle armor. "How large a team do you want sir," Blake asked. "Six I think at first, and send along some flash and smoke grenades just in case," "Will I be attending this excursion Mr. Rawlings," Steven asked? "Not now, but I may need to send you later, send the new girl Sadie Pratt a little field time wouldn't hurt her and I think she's ready don't you Steven," Victor inquired? Victor could sense Steven's disappointment in not getting the field assignment and smiled to himself. Steven was a true warrior, he lived solely for the life and light of the battle and that was problem. He was fearless and cunning; the problem was he had so many other useable talents it made Victor reluctant to put him at risk. "Yes sir, she's more than ready sir, I trained her myself and she's very capable," he responded! "Good, we need to learn everything we can about a company by the name of Loadstar Holdings, and one of their employee's a Mr. Chester Warner of Clarke co. Iowa will you see to that for me Mr. Blake?" "Yes sir, I'll start tonight with the company and find all pertinent information on Mr. Warner tomorrow sir," Steven responded. "Will there be anything else Mr. Rawlings," Blake asked. "Yes Blake, I may need to deploy you in the field within the state of Texas later, I want you to be thinking of who you want in your command. I expect we will meet with fierce and deadly resistance there, bear that in mind as you select both your team and your gear young man. I don't want to lose anyone. "Yes sir, goodnight night then sir," he said, and then turned and left the office headed for the security cage. As Steven Blake strode down the hallway he felt the surge within his spirit that he always felt with the call of battle. It was an unrealistic and heady mingling of anxiety, joy, and hunger for adventure ... and he couldn't wait for the deployment. ------------------------------------------------ "Remember when I told you I could show you what it like temporarily," Laura asked him? "Yes," he replied. "I think this might be a good time, as I have a feeling things will break fast when Blackwell arrives and we may not get another chance for a while," she said. With that Laura held the tip of her finger to her mouth and scraped the tip with her fang. Holding her finger over the mouth of his bottle of beer she let drip a single bright red drop of blood into his beer. "Drink my love and receive the powers I have bade you to," she said, as her eyes held his own in a link of love. They sat with him as he drank, Laura's hand resting on the top of his thigh her eyes bright as she watched him. He felt Lila behind him place her small hands on top of his shoulders as the rush of power began to rise in his body. His hearing seemed keener as well as his sight and smell, and he knew as he sat there he was physically stronger. It was if his senses were radar, expanding far beyond the space he now occupied and touching the far reaches of the night. The girls could feel it too and it excited both of them. "I can feel it," he told them. Laura felt the attraction first and was amazed at the intensity of it, the projection of Patrick's temporary power felt like that of an ancient. She was wooed by it at the deepest levels of her psyche, wanting to give herself over to his will completely and he hadn't even glanced in her direction yet. He raised his hand to Laura's neck and gently brushed the hollow at its base with his finger and saw her eyes glow and her eyelids half close with the rush of sensuality that filled her spirit. "You own me my Lord," she whispered softly with her head tilted back! He stood lifting her to her feet and pressed his lips to her mouth and Laura went limp against him. Her tongue forced past his lips and went frantic in his mouth, she needed him in her right now, her hands went up to the back of his neck as she ravished his mouth. Her body grinding against the hardness of his cock as she purred ... completely under control the lust she felt inside. She broke the kiss and pulled away slightly at last, her eyes filled with awe and wonder at the magnitude of the power she felt from this beautiful creature in front of her. She had never experienced this kind of feeling before, not in her romantic adventures, or in all of her feeding experiences ... he was a master and she wanted to be his eternally. "Patrick ... my God the power of your soul is awesome," she told him. "Lila was keen to it as well, and just as dumbfounded, "You would make a spectacular vampire Patrick," she whispered in his ear. "It must be the unique quality of your blood, it has magnified the effects of your temporary ghouling and made you the most powerful of our kind I've ever encountered," Laura prompted in her excitement! They both understood what he wanted at the same instant, and both smiled at him. Laura stepped around his chair and stood in front of Lila and then turned around to face him. Lila moved up directly behind Laura her hands finding the firm, shapely breasts of the lovely blonde vampire, she squeezed them softly, while Laura cringed with the pleasure of Lila's touch before him. Patrick was hard again, as he watched Lila place her lips at the side of Laura's neck and gently lick the skin there ... her eyes smiling at his own, teasing him suggestively. "Does it please my Lord to watch me play with my friend," she provoked! "Yes my love it pleases me tremendously," he told her! Her fingers unfastened the buttons on Laura's dress and unfastened the white belt she wore. The fire of Laura's wanting was undeniable in the glow of her spring colored eyes, her lips pursed slightly and strained, as if she might be suffering at the moment. The dress came off and fell at her feet encircling the white high heels she wore. Lila quickly stripped away the bra to reveal those haughty breasts with their firm, beautiful curves. Next, she reached down and lovingly passed her small hands over the front panel of Laura's panties causing the blonde to moan softly. Patrick's cock, flinched hard, in response to the erotic sounds of her love music; as Lila's fingertips continued to arouse the already heated blonde. Lila placed her hands at the sides of the small garment and very slowly tugged them down the creamy thighs of her friend and lover. Laura's full, perfect mound was in plain view now, in all its spectacular glory and needing filled. Patrick's eyes followed closely the smooth motion of Lila's wicked hands, his hot glance scanning intently every rise, shadow, and crease of her Laura's beautiful organ. Lila lifted one foot at a time and gracefully aided the beautiful vampire in the removal of the offending garment. And at last, Laura stood there magnificent beyond description in the close light of the kitchen area. Lila's hand rose once more to pass over the near hairless mound of Laura's body, eliciting a soft groan from the fair blonds full lips. Patrick could sense the warm rush of her desire as it burned itself into her consciousness, he could feel it wresting control of her will, enlisting her body and mind to its own selfish purpose. Lila's fingers gently parted the full, ripe lips, of Laura's crevice and probed its warm recesses lovingly. Strong tremors passed through Laura's flesh as the flames of her passion swept away her own will and resolve; making her a mere instrument of pleasure controlled by Lila's touch. With her head tilted back, and her eyes closed, she whispered, "Oh Patrick darling ... I feel you ... I know how you want me!" Lila circled from behind Laura and knelt before her, her hands raising themselves to feast on the soft skin of her breasts, her mouth locking on the moist mound of the stunning blonde. Laura's voice was tense as she recited her appreciation for the warm tongue, and soft mouth, her friend was using on her. "Are you pleased my Love to see me consumed thus," Laura asked Patrick? His sweet, caressing reply, was found in the secret chambers of her mind when the force of his will passed over her body, enchanting the flesh it touched. She moaned deeply, as her body shuddered, and a pleasant smile spread across that beautiful face. Lila felt the force Patrick's mind stroking at her breast, as she fed from the passion of Laura's lust, felt him pass over the smooth skin around her nipples. She felt him pass down over abdomen pausing to stroke there as well. The urgency of Lila's body made her mind somewhat anxious for her release, as Patrick's wicked probing of her continued to inflame her need. Her tongue was deeply embedded in Laura's the passage when she felt the first soul-wracking stroke of his fingers cross over the hard, hot flesh, of her clit. Her mind cried out and she knew he was aware of the rush of her urgency; their between her legs. It made Lila merciless in her use of Laura's clit, as the raging storm of her need surged out of control within her body. Lila nearly fell over after exposure to Patrick's teasing, and then she felt the plunge of his fingers as they entered her sopping cunt. She began to wail as his mind probed her sensitive organ flooding her with its plesant senstions, as she kneeled there, her tongue still inticing Laura to orgasm. Patrick enjoyed immensely this new power he had over their bodies, and the sight of the one, kneeling before the other, only elevated his passion for both. Still probing Lila's cunt with his mind, he then pushed a smaller finger into her anal opening and listened, as she cried out loudly with a fresh rush of new sensations. Lila stood immediately and turned moving to kneel before him, her eyes pleading with his own as she whispered, "You're magnificent my Lord!" He kissed her as her hands softly ran up and down the length of his hardness. Lila stood rushing out of her clothing to stand before him in the perfect glory of her flesh ... for the pure pleasure of her Lords eyes. She knew what he wanted, and would never be able to deny him; she sat poised, her thighs spread, and her heat hovering just over his cock. She played with him a moment as she kissed his lips once more. She then lowered herself to fleetingly brush the mass of his passion, while she pressed her firm breasts against him, gyrating and teasing him, as he had teased her. But at last it wasn't his resolve that dissolved but hers, as she guided his cock to her entry and in a rushing downward sweep took it all in with a loud cry. Her head went back, her eyes closed tightly, as she sat there shaking with the sensation of his blessed fullness. Her cries rang out, brightly tinted from the flames of her need, which were now burning out of control within her mind. She felt the power of his presence roll through her body claiming every shred of control she owned and possesing her completely ... and the woman loved it. She raised her head, her eyes seeking his own, hers dazed and full of wonder, and she loved him in that place and moment. She moved on him, knowing her joy would be short in coming after all he had done to her body with his mind. She was bobbing up and down rapidly when she felt Laura's nails rake her back ... that was the key that threw open the flood gates of her body, she cried again as her dew gushed out and inundated her lovers cock and she came. Her arms flew about his neck as she sat shivering through the last gentle impacting waves of that wonderful release. Her lips caressed his one last time before she raised her body and gave control of his own back to him. Laura immediately went to her knees and covered him with her mouth and cleaned the remnants of Lila's orgasm from his body. She then stood and moved to the edge of the oak table beside him, and laid back and spread her legs. "Please," was all she said! Patrick stood and moved between her legs bending down to kiss her mouth before anything else was done. He knew he didn't have much in the way of control left inside, as his cock banged around in the hot moisture between her legs. The surge of twin spirits feeding on their own mutual lust rose into the night, lighting the room with the color of their two bright desires. He whispered in her mind the things he knew she needed to hear, and she became one with him, giving everything over to his control. He stood and guided the head of his bloated cock to the ready entrance of Laura's gaping cunt. He began a deep steady rhythm that had her undulating against him in very short time. She was hot, and had been that way for some time and Patrick knew it would only be a short wait for the arrival of her first orgasm. As he pumped his cock into her moist opening Lila crawled up on the table and placed a knee on either side of Laura's head and bending over slightly began to caress the luscious curvature of her breasts with gentle hands of lust. As she continued to caress the firmness of Laura's breasts she rocked her hips up and down moving her cunt ever closer to Laura's lips. Lila moaned as Laura's tongue invaded her moist folds and titillated her clit with a gentle nudge. Then when Laura reached up and squeezed the gypsy vixen's breasts as she cried out and shivered, with the shock of pleasure that took her. Lila looked down as Patrick's cock slid in and out of the beautiful blondes body, heavily coated with her rich, thick fluids, and her passions flared hot again. The sight of the heavy cock plundering the well-rounded mound in front of her obsessed her mind. Over come with her lust Lila bit Laura on the nipple and began to feed slowly from the sweetness of her friends body. Laura, overcome by the sudden sensation of the kiss, as it passed through her veins like fire, went immediately into orgasm, her cunt contracting around the cock pounding her body. Patrick was overloaded by the sensations and the sight before him and began to empty himself into the tight passage of Laura's cunt. Each prolonged contraction was dual in its sensation, as each was a slight burning pain mingled with intense sexual joy. With the passing of his seed, his passions soon abated to a more manageable state of being. He retired to the chair behind him and watched as the girls finished each other off. Lila shuddered to her conclusion as Laura gently lapped the last of her wetness from between the lips of her crevice. When Laura was finished with her sup Lila gingerly removed herself from the tabletop and pulled Laura to a sitting position at its edge. Patrick smiled as the two embraced and kissed each other tenderly. Patrick rose and headed for his bedroom calling them to follow in his mind. Obedient, the two trailed after him down the hallway hand in hand. The three of them snuggled closely as Patrick closed his eyes and felt the sweet caress of the shadows take his consciousness in the slow, sweet rapture, of a peaceful sleep. ----------------------------------------------------- End part 3 [email protected]

CHAPTER 3 Her Story WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age,PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! Summary: The Early Years represents the first group of stories in a series of stories depicting the life and fantasies of the character we shall call Michael From the time he is 12 years old until he is 32 . Fantasy .reality , whatever (Fb*Mb*Mf,spanking,proxy incest,MFb,forced,coerced,bi,Ff, MFf, FF, FFm ) These codes represent the range of all the stories in the series however each story shall be coded to it's appropriate codes ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Do not read or download this material if it violates any laws pertaining to you I had taken Miss Callahan's advice seriously. We had a discussion about my future and she told me in no uncertain terms that my strong point was intellect. She also didn't neglect to point out that my weak point was physical attributes. Her words were " You're a cute boy Michael but when it comes to taking care of a women sexually you're seriously lacking in the cock department. You have learned to be a decent pussy eater.And that's good but a lot of women like a nice sized cock . They like a man with a take charge quality and you are definitely the submissive type. Your need to concentrate on doing good in school . Get a really good education". Then maybe success will come your way and the right woman will come along for you. My life was shattered when she left with her dad to live in California and help him with his new business venture. But I got it together and strove to really excel in school. And I got a great scholarship to a top university in Boston . So here I was In my senior year in college.. She immediately caught my attention. I was walking behind her in the hallway heading for my first class of the semester. It's not often that I would see a women with the same body type as Miss Callahan. But when I did I got an immediate erection . I could feel my cock start to stiffen as I walked along behind . To my delight we were heading for the same class I managed to get a seat one isle over from her and a couple of seats behind her. I found out in class that her name was Carol. She was awesome, long legs and perfect posture . She had the runway model qualities but her body seemed strong and more athletic. Needless to say I spent every occasion I could over the next couple of weeks to have a chance to watch her. Her luscious body hadn't escaped the view of the school studs either. I got a chance to get close enough to her on a couple of occasions when one of jocks would approach her. She definitely wasn't intimidated by them. She wasn't cruel or abusive but she certainly got her message across that they had no chance. She seemed older and more mature than most of the students in my classes. I would even discretely follow her out to the grounds were lots of students would hang out between classes when the weather was nice. And this warm fall weather was perfect. I was sitting on a bench pretending to be reading a book. I had a clear view of her . She was about 50 feet from me . A grassy area with some huge old trees. There was a section there that was kind of a unofficial smoking area were most of the smokers headed between class, There were about ten students hanging around there . Whenever I thought She wouldn't notice me I would try to just watch her. This had been going on for several weeks. I quickly glanced down as her head turned in my direction. She had been leaning with her back against a tree her head tilted back against the tree casually smoking. She had on jeans and a white blouse. She never wore a bra and her breasts were outlined very sexually by the material. Her body was almost identical to Miss Callahan's, it was her face that set her apart. She had high cheek bones and very thick well formed lips. I watched her the best I could from my peripheral vision and when I thought it was safe to turn towards her I did. She immediately turned her head towards me and made eye contact I froze. Before I could turn away she was already motioning me with her finger to come to her. I had a brief moment of panic and hesitation. Her stare fixated me and almost in a hypnotic manner I walked over to her. She never took her eyes from mine as I walked up to her. " Are you some kind of pervert stalker or what " She said as she kept staring straight into my eyes . Not quite the question I expected and I was completely thrown into confusion as I stammered in a feeble attempt to answer her. "Well silly boy are you going to answer me? Don't think I haven't noticed you following me around and always making sure you position yourself to have a good view of Me" I again tried to answer her but all that came out was incoherent blubbering. "I'm sorry , I didn't mean to upset you" was the best I could do "Did I say you upset me. Just tell me what the fuck it is that you want" "I don't want anything I Just....." "Just what ?" She wasn't making any attempt to keep our conversation from being overheard by several of the students that were hanging around. "I just like the way you look. I didn't mean to be rude or intrusive ,please forgive me" I hoped that the apology would end it because I was becoming quite embarrassed by the conversation. This was the first time that I really had such a close and lasting look at her face and her eyes. I was riveted by her beauty and her aura of sexuality and confidence. She stood there silent staring coldly at me as she leaned against the tree. She had been taking a smoke break and was holding the cigarette high and next to her face. She didn't seem to take many drags of the cigarette but every once in awhile she would and she even did that in a sexual way. I could feel myself getting aroused and more uncomfortable. " Do you have a pen?" Again she caught me off guard with the question and I stammered and dropped my book as I reached for my pen. She started dictating her address to me " Did you get that?" "Yes" "Be there at eight sharp tonight" She didn't even wait for a reply she just turned and started to walk off. She stopped suddenly and turned towards me . "Well come along silly boy or you'll be late for class" Again motioning me with her finger We were headed for the same class I followed along like a puppy dog trying to keep up with her long strides. When we got to class she told me where to sit then positioned herself behind and off to the side from me. The exact position I had been taking all these weeks while I watched her. Every time I tried to turn to catch a glimpse of her she was staring directly at me. It was very embarrassing and intimidating situation for me. I couldn't concentrate at all on the lecture. I tried to sort things out in my mind. How long had she known I was watching her? What was I going to do about tonight? What did she have in mind for someone she thought was a pervert stalker as she called it. I just sat dismayed and was still sitting there after the class ended trying to sort things out. She strode off to next class without a look or a word. I was totally useless in the rest of my classes . I couldn't concentrate at all. Later as it got close to the time to be at the address she gave me I started feeling really nervous and apprehensive. I tried to eat some dinner but I didn't have much appetite. I drove over to the address about a half hour early and drove around the block in what seemed to be a pretty much a college town kind of apartment type area. I parked several houses down and tried to contemplate just exactly what I was going to do. Her address was an older well built house that looked like it had been remodeled into apartments like a lot of them were in this neighborhood. I waited until it was time and found a parking place right in front of her house. I walked up knocked on her apartment door. She answered the door and came walking out . "Lets go your taking me to dinner" A little surprised because we hadn't even discussed it I hesitated a minute before I ran ahead of her to open the car door. "Were would you like to go" " Surprise me , pervert" I didn't know if she was serious with that remark or just teasing me. I let it pass. It was a warm early fall night and she was dressed perfect for going to this restaurant I had in mind. Her long straight blond hair was combed back and still damp looking . She had on slacks and a beautiful light weight sweater that clung and outlined her breasts. It was sort of an upscale casual dress place that I had been to on several occasions. Usually by myself or with one of my geek classmates. This was different. And I felt comfortable about going there.And that it would be OK without a reservation.We pulled up in front of the restaurant and a parking attendant took my keys and led us to the door before leaving to park the car. As we walked following the waiter I couldn't help but notice how many heads she turned . It was an Italian restaurant and it looked like all the waiters were Italian film stars. I hadn't really paid that much attention when I had come in here alone . And all the waiters took a second look at her and several men at the bar were being far to obvious. We got seated and she looked at the waiter, a really good looking dark haired man about thirty years old. She began to order without even a glance at me to see if I had any preference. "Bring us a nice bottle of red wine. It'll be a little bit before we order" The waiter was being way more attentive to her than I would have liked . It was like I was invisible. They still were making direct eye contact without even a glance in my direction. " We have an excellent Merlot that I'll bring for you special" He had a slight Italian accent. I could tell that English was probably his second language. My name is Vincento call me if you need anything at all. She turned to me as he walked away. Well pervert why have you been following me around. I was nervous and glanced around the room to see if anyone had overheard her. She spoke in a loud enough voice to make it obvious that she didn't care if someone heard us or not. " I...I ...just " "Spit it out silly boy" " I love looking at you" I couldn't believe I said it " Well take a good look" She was staring right into my eyes. I was turning red with embarrassment . "Do you like what you see?" " Yes" The waiter got back with our wine and did the ceremonial pour and let me taste it but he never took his eyes or attention off of Carol. We sat there drinking. She started firing question of at me " How old are you Michael?" " 22 " Where are you from?" " Maryland" " Do you work?" "No" "Where's is your money for school coming from?" " I got a scholarship and my dad had a trust set up for me before he died" " Have you ever had sexual intercourse with a women?" The people at the table next to ours glanced over smiling as they overheard to question . I turned beet red again. And in a low almost whisper I told her no. " Let's order " she said She motioned for the waiter . He came over with the menus . Their eyes locked again. " Vincento , what do you suggest" He rattled off several items that he would recommend and she ordered for the both of us. Her self confidence and domineering nature amazed me . I felt like a little boy being taken to dinner by an older baby sitter. We had some casual conversation over a huge dinner that was absolutely the best in Italian cuisine. We left and got into my car. " Where do you live Michael ?" "Not far from here" " Take me there" I drove to my apartment. It was a very attractive spacious apartment. "Wow , this is nice . I could get used to this" She walked around looking the place over. It was a two bedroom two bath with a large living room and den and dining room and large kitchen. She then sat on the sofa in the living and motioned me to sit next to her. " Well Michael have I filled your expectations? Am I as beautiful up close?" I was riveted by her stare. She was absolutely gorgeous. "you're even more beautiful up close" " Do you have a girl friend Michael " " No" " A cute boy like you and no girl friend . What a shame. I've noticed you glancing at my breasts lots. Do you like them ?" Again her question caught me by surprise and I turned red " I didn't mean to stare I'm sorry" " Would you like to touch them?" " Yes , very much" "Unbutton my sweater" My hands were shaking as I scooted closer to her . I undid the top button then the second and third. Her beautiful breasts were almost completely exposed . She grabbed my hand. " Now before we go any further I want you to stand and get undressed for me" I was nervous " Can we go into the bedroom and turn down the lights " Her voice was calm but commanding " Do what I say Michael" I nervously got up and started to undress. I felt foolish standing there naked with her staring at me. I started to get back on the sofa. " No!, stand there" She stood up and unbuttoned the rest of her sweater as she walked towards me. My cock immediately got erect. She was standing about two feet from me facing me. She was taller than I before I took off my shoes now she was towering over with me while I stood naked. I guessed she was close to six foot tall with her heels on.I was about five foot eight inches. " Do you think I'm beautiful enough to beg for?" " Yes I do" " Let me see . Get on your knees" I dropped to my knees. "Kiss my feet" Without hesitation I began kissing her feet. I wanted to cum so bad right now. My cock was pulsating. She started walking towards the bedroom motioning me to follow. I started to get up to follow her. She turned to me abruptly "Crawl beggar boy" It was like being in a hypnotic state I had absolutely no will to disobey her. I crawled behind her into bedroom. "Look at me Michael" I knelt up and her stare transfixed me as she began to undress. She slowly removed her sweater and shoes and slacks and stood in front of me with just her bikini panties. She motioned me closer and I crawled up next to her. My face was inches from her body as she slid out of her panties. My cock started oozing precum. She got on the bed "Kiss my feet some more Michael it feels so good" I got on the bed and began kissing her feet "Now come up her and lay next to me" " You don't have a girlfriend so how have you been cumming Michael?" I was embarrassed but I managed to tell her " I masturbate" " Will you masturbate for me Michael?" "Yes " " I want to play a little game Michael , OK?" "Yes " "I want you to call me mam while we play OK?" "Yes " "Say it Michae!" "Yes Mam" For some unknown reason tears started from my eyes as I uttered the words " It's OK to cry . Just let it out " "Tell me what you think about when you cum Michael?" " Have you been thinking about me while you cum Michael?" "Yes mam" "Tell me but don't touch yourself or cum yet" "I masturbate while I fantasize about sucking your nipples" " She pulled my head to her breasts" "Do it for me now Michael suck my nipple and cum. Just like in your fantasy" " I began sucking her firm nipple and just as I touched my cock I exploded in an orgasm" She kept my head held against her . Her breasts were soaked with my tears and my face was clinging to her. I realized I had cum all over her. She released her grip on my hair. Without thinking or realizing what I was doing I slid down in a reflex action to clean my cum off her. " Where are you going Michael ?" "I'm going to clean you up mommy" I realized what I had said even before the word "mommy" slipped from my mouth. It was too late . I was sure she heard it " Go ahead and clean it up" I licked all my cum off her belly and just above her pussy. I stayed between her legs after I finished and kept licking and kissing . I was too embarrassed to look at her after calling her mommy She pulled me by the hair up to the pillow next to her "Before you were thinking about me Michael who did you think about when you masturbated. Was it your mommy?" I closed my eyes to avoid her stare " Look at me Michael. Was it your mommy?" "Not my real mommy" " Who then? " "I'm not supposed to tell" "It's OK Michael , It's safe to tell me. You trust me don't you Michael?" I started again to experience a deep feeling of anxiety and at the same time relief at being able to confide in someone . I started telling her about Miss Callahan. I didn't tell her all the details and I left out any reference to the Angela's dad. I told her the gist of our relationship and how it all started that summer. When I had finished she laid there awhile in silence "You know Michael I think you were very lucky to find a women that was willing to spend some time training you. Most boys don't get much decent training on how to treat women" My cock was hard and pounding again after talking to her about Miss Callahan " Do you have anything to drink Michael?" "I have some wine " "Get me a glass" I returned with the wine and handed her the glass" "Do you have any cigarettes around here Michael" "No mam" She smiled at me when I remembered to call her mam " I can go get you some if you want" " No, that's OK" 'What time is it Michael?" It's twelve thirty" "I need you to drive me to the club. It doesn't close until two so we have time" I didn't know what club she was talking about but it didn't really matter . I cleaned up and we got dressed and left . She gave me directions to a club I had heard of . It was a jazz club in a more exclusive part of town. She had me drive around to the back parking lot. She told me to follow her as she led me to a private back door entrance. She took a cell phone from her purse and made a call. It's Carol is all she said and hung up. In just a few seconds the door swung open. A huge man greeted us " Hey Carol " "Hi Josh" "He's in his office Carol " "OK" I followed her as she walked down the hall to an office . There were two older men sitting there . One man sitting behind a desk and the other on a leather couch. It was a large well furnished office with a bar. They were cordial and Carol walked over to each of them giving them a hug and light kiss on the lips. She turned to me "This is my friend Michael, He's going to be my driver so I thought I'd bring him by to meet you" They both looked up at me . The black man siting behind the desk looked about fifty . Even sitting I could tell he was very tall. He had a little gray hair mixed with his black curly hair and he had dark skin and it seemed like he was in very good shape. Carol introduced him as Sonny the owner of the club. The other man was older a white man that was introduced as William his business manager . Sonny spoke first " Sit down relax" William excused himself and left the room. "How about something to drink" " Sure Sonny I'll have my usual and he just needs a drink of water. He's had enough to drink tonight ,he's driving" I wondered if that was what she meant when she said I was her driver. He fixed drinks at the bar and we went and sat at the bar. Carol took a cigarette from a pack that was sitting on the bar and held it close to her mouth and turned to me. I fumbled around with a lighter that was on the bar and finally lit her cigarette. He put a bottle of water in front of me and a glass then he came around the bar and stood next us . I got a close up look at just how big this man was . He had to be 6' 4" tall and two hundred pounds and it looked like all muscle.. He then sat at the bar next to Carol He swung her chair around facing him They were close enough that her legs were between his and her knees were touching his pants right in his crotch. He rested his hands on her thighs as they talked and drank. " Can you do a Wednesday night thing for me next week" " Yes Sonny that will work out " " It's the downtown Sheraton room 1623 , The judge will be there at 8:00PM" "Got it" She turned her head to me "That's for you to remember Michael" Sonny chuckled " Is he your secretary also?" "He's going to be my boy personal assistant " They both laughed. "I'm going to give him your private number if that's OK Sonny?" "It's OK babe I trust your judgment " He looked over to me " Michael I have some business to discuss with Carol . Would you mind waiting in the next office." I took my bottle of water with me and went into the adjacent office. I thought if I sat next to the wall I might hear some of their conversation. I listened intently. After about ten minutes I started to hear some moaning and indistinguishable words. And after about another half hour Carol called me from the hallway. "C'mon Michael it's time to go" Josh led us to the door.He keyed in the code and then unbolted the door to let us out. Carol turned to Josh and gave him a kiss and hug .Josh slid his hands down to her ass as they hugged.Carol wiggled free of him and laughed " You're such a bad boy Josh" They both laughed and we left.. I had no clue what was going on. I started to ask her several times but refrained "Take me to my apartment Michael" It was after two am when we got to her place.To my surprise she invited me in. It was Friday and neither of us had classes the next day. The apartment was old and small and not in a very good neighborhood but she had it fixed up comfortably. She put on some music I'm going to fix some tea would like some?" "Sure" "What was that?" I knew by the tone of her voice what she wanted so I answered her properly the second time "Yes mam" She went into her room and came out several minutes later in a long silky robe. She had it only loosely fastened and I was able to catch glimpses of her lean strong sexy body. I tried not to stare . She was knockout beautiful.She went into kitchen and made some tea and brought it to the living room. She sat on the sofa next to me and leaned back and crossed her legs. Her robe parted and I had view of her legs all the way up to her thighs. Long tan beautiful legs. " This apartment sucks next to yours doesn't it Michael?" "It's not too bad" "The neighborhood sucks also . People are always getting ripped off around here" " Why don't you move out" " Well it's like this Michael. I don't have a trust or a scholarship or my parents credit card. Why the fuck do you think I'm here. I'm a working girl Michael . I have to earn money to stay alive. But things are looking up. Now that I have a personal assistant" she had a sinister grin on her face. " I like you Michael and I'm going to take you under my wing. You've had some decent training and that's a big plus. Your lifestyle is going to change . I'm going to be your girlfriend' My jaw dropped . I couldn't believe this gorgeous creature wanted me for a boyfriend. I was speechless. "Aren't you happy?" "Oh god yes . I just never expected anything like this" " Come next to me Michael" I slid over to her She put her hand on my thigh then slid it to my cock. It of course was hard. " Did you stay hard like this for your mommy Michael" "Yes mam" "Well then you'll do the same for me . I won't put up with any nonsense and I don't want any of your geeky friends coming around here to stare at me Understood?" I hadn't made any friends. I only knew a few casual classmates so it wasn't a problem "Yes mam" "I want you to make some arrangements next week to have my stuff moved to your apartment. This place is too small and nasty " I didn't know what to say . I had just been out with her for dinner and drinks and all of a sudden she was moving in with me. And it was all her doing. Not that I minded . She was the sexiest most attractive women in any of my classes. I just couldn't believe it was for real. " Don't let me down Michael, I want my things moved by early next week." "Just my personal stuff . We won't need any of this crappy furniture" "Yes mam ,I'll take care of it" "Before you go I want you to kneel in front of me" I knelt down in front of her. She parted her legs . I want you to show how well you've been trained to please a women with your tongue" I lowered my head and began by kissing her thighs then around her pussy. She was partly shaved . Her pussy seemed very wet . I thought it was just from the anticipation. I started licking and realized how much stronger her cum tasted compared to Angela's . It almost had the same taste as when Angela's dad fucked her and then they had me to lick them clean. I continued to clean her out. I didn't give it much though as I was in extasy being allowed to kiss her pussy. "I like to be licked real hard on my clit and I want you to clean me out as you do it" She was already very wet when I started but she kept getting wetter . I finally figured out from the way she moaned and twisted that she was having several orgasms. I put as much pressure as I could on her clit with my tongue and could tell she was working up to another orgasm. "That a boy, your mommy taught you well. Keep sucking" She started moaning moving her hips . She grabbed me by the hair and forced my head into her as she came hard with a loud moan "Good boy. Finish cleaning up" I sucked every last drop of cum out of her "I want you to run along home now . I'll want you back here tomorrow about noon and we can pack a few things that I'll need until you can get the rest of my stuff moved" It sounded as if she was going to move in with me tomorrow I was trembling with excitement. "Run along now" It was amazing that she had the capacity to make me feel like a young boy. I went home . My mind was racing . I tried to put all the pieces together and realized I knew nothing about her but that she knew everything about me. I tossed and turned but got little sleep. I headed back over to her apartment just before noon. She answered the door wearing just a long tee shirt that just barely covered her ass. Her hair was mussed up like she had just got out of bed. She walked into the kitchen and got some coffee. After she got herself awake we packed a couple of suitcases.and she dressed. She went around the apartment showing me where everything was that she wanted me to move. We drove back to my apartment. She set herself up in the spare bedroom. There were so many things I wanted to ask her but I waited hoping that we would have some time later to discuss things. We went out to lunch and during lunch I tried to get some information out of her. "Tell me about yourself " I asked "What do you want to know?" "Everything" " I'm twenty six ,it took me a few years to get myself together and start college. I transferred here for my senior year" "Why here?" This place has the reputation and I wanted a strong resume before hitting the job market "Why didn't you start college here?" " You're kidding right . The tuition here is way out of my price range" " I was lucky enough to get into a lucrative business venture and make some money this year" "Where's your family?" " I don't have any family. I grew up in foster homes" "Where do you work ?" " I'm self employed " "doing what?" "We'll talk about that later" "What else do you want to know?" "Why me when you could have anyone you wanted?" " After talking to you I realized that you would be perfect for me" "In what way?" "You'll give me all your love and devotion and you've been trained property to serve women" "You will serve me won't you Michael?" " Yes I guess but I don't really know what you want me to do" "you'll do just as you're told and everything will work out fine" " What's the deal with Sonny ?" "He's a business associate and close friend" " What kind of business?" "You'll find out in time" "I'm ready to go" she said and got up and started leaving . I paid the check and went out to the car . She was waiting for in the drivers seat" "Keys" "I handed her the keys" We drove back to my apartment. She took me by the hand and led me into my bedroom "Get undressed Michael" She undressed and got in bed and waited for me . I got in bed beside her. "I want you to tell me more about you and Angela. tell me exactly how it started?" We lay there for several hours as she had me recount all the details of my visits to Angela's house. I still left out the visit from Angela's dad. She was especially interested in how Angela used the dildo on me and how she used the crop on my ass. Which made me a little nervous. Of course my cock was throbbing as I recounted my experience with Angela. " All that talk about you and Angela has got me all wet" "Go down there and make me cum so good" It was cold and demanding the way she put it . I slid down on her and positioned myself between her legs She kept me between her legs for an hour and she seemed to have several orgasms. Then she pulled me up to her. My head was resting on her breast . She started running her fingers through my hair caressing me. I was throbbing hard and wanted her nipple in my mouth more than anything. "Do you want to be a good boy for me like you were for Angela? Do you need a mommy while you cum.Tell me what you want to be Michael ?" "I want to be good boy for you mommy" " Suck my nipple baby boy and cum so good for me" "Catch it all in your hand baby boy just like you did with Angela" I sucked and as soon as I touched myself I came . I wanted to hold back and make it last but I couldn't do it. "Spread your cum on my breasts" She let me lay on her sucking her nipples .She pulled me by the hair from one to the other and fingered her self to an orgasm. She then pushed my head to her pussy and I cleaned her out. We fell asleep. I woke up during the night and just lay there staring at her beautiful naked body and fell back asleep. I couldn't believe this was real. I woke about ten in the morning and got up and cleaned up the kitchen and was taking a shower when the shower door slid open. "You don't mind if I join you ,do you? I stammer but managed a "No mam" "Wash me Michael" My cock was immediately hard. I used my hands to soap her down. I languished in her wet slippery beautiful body. When I started to wash her breasts I could feel precum oozing from my cock. I slid my hands down her waist over her hips and to her ass washing every inch of her. I knelt and washed her legs and feet. She rinsed the soap off of her and stepped out of the shower. Glancing at me " Don't you dare play with yourself in there, understand?" "Yes mam" This was torture for me I just wanted cum so bad. I turned on the cold water hoping it would help. I joined her in the kitchen. She had poured herself a fresh cup of coffee. She had put one of those short little silk robes on and her breasts were almost spilling out of them. "I'm starving Michael. Can you cook" "Yes mam" "Good , fix me something good for breakfast" I went to work fixing bacon and eggs and English muffins and some orange juice. During breakfast she started asking more questions "Michael you told me that Angela went California to work with her dad. Did you ever meet him" I wanted to say no and just drop it but I just couldn't bring myself to lie to her "Yes mam" "Where did you meet him?" "At her house" "Tell me about it?" "He just dropped by while I was there" " Look at me Michael.didn't I tell you that I wouldn't stand for any nonsense. Now tell me about it" I looked up at her and our eyes met. She had a demanding cold stare that pierced right through me "Please don't make me talk about it" She abruptly stood up and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into her bedroom. She pulled me over her lap as she sat on the bed. I was wearing a terry cloth robe and she pulled it up over my ass. She clamped me between her legs and slapped my ass hard and.she screamed at me "When I ask you a question you answer me" She kept slapping my ass and told me to tell her everything . I was totally humiliated tears started rolling down my cheeks. She kept slapping my ass. "Tell me now!" I started telling her the whole story of Angela's dad . I was sobbing and every time I hesitated she would slap my ass. "Tell me every detail" The more I talked the more I cried. I was a mess but I managed to tell her every detail.When I finished she kept me in that position. "It's nothing to be ashamed of Michael . You were just serving Angela. Showing your respect for her. Have you been with other men" "No mam" "Do you think about doing that to men" "No mam' "You were just being a good obedient boy for your mommy" For some reason listening to her talk made me cry again. ""I'm going to be your new mommy Michael, it's what you need isn't it?" "Yes mam" "Say it Michael. Call me your mommy" I lost all my emotional will and I was completely under her control. I was sobbing like a little boy "yes mommy it's what I need" " Of course it is . Everything will be just fine if you learn to obey me. Most boys need regular spankings to keep them in line " Page 2 She didn't let me cum anymore that weekend and she slept in her own bedroom. Monday was a light class day for me. I decided Would move her stuff to my apartment myself. I spent the whole day boxing up stuff and taking it to my apartment. I rather enjoyed going through some of her things the smell and feel of her clothes turned me on. Carol called me about 4:00 PM and told me to pick her up at the library. I got there about 4:15 she was waiting outside. I was excited about telling her that I moved her stuff knowing she would be pleased " You got everything moved?" "Yes mam" "What a good boy. Have you eaten any dinner?" "No mam" "Are you planning to cook or take me out?" " I'll do whatever you prefer " "I think I'd like to take a nice long shower and have a quiet dinner at home. Have dinner ready by six,OK" "Yes mam" It made me feel so good pleasing her and making her comfortable. Just being around her was arousing to me . Her every move and expression was somehow sexy to me . She was dressed only in a light peach colored silk robe at dinner . My cock stayed stiff the whole time. After dinner we sat around talking and drinking wine. "I'm really worn out today Michael. I think I would like a nice long massage and then go to sleep. You'll do that for me won't you?" 'Oh yes mam" I would do anything just to be next to her and touch her. We went into her bedroom and she slid out of the robe. I just stared at her magnificent body . She laid on her stomach. "Michael get undressed while you massage me and after I fall asleep you can leave. Make sure you close my door. But when you go into your room tonight make sure you leave your bedroom door open ,OK" I didn't understand why I had to leave my door open but it didn't matter to me. I was too involved in massaging her luscious body to care about anything else " And Michael I don't want you touching yourself and masturbation unless I give permission" "Yes mam" "You can kiss my body while you massage me Michael . Just don't touch my pussy" "Yes mam" After about an hour and a half I began to tell from her breathing that she was falling asleep. I kept massaging her slowly and kissing her sexy body. I kissed every inch of starting at her feet up to her neck. Then just before I left the room I gently kissed her lips. I was breathing heavily and my cock was throbbing. I went and took a cold shower before going to bed. I was exhausted also and fell right to sleep even though it was only 9:30. I woke up quite early the next morning around 5:30 . I had stiff cock and laid there thinking about her soft warm body. I was pretty sure she was still sleeping and thought it would be safe to touch myself as I fantasized about her. my ass was still a little sore from her spanking the night before and I think that may have added to my arousal. I got a bit carried away and started masturbating faster and in seconds I came. I tiptoed into the shower and cleaned up. I knew she had an 8:30 class so I tried to time breakfast for when I thought she would be ready. She got up around 7:30 and joined me in the kitchen. God she was beautiful. She just threw her robe on without fastening it and sat there drinking coffee as we talked. I tried to appear nonchalant about it but my a cock was again hard as I watched her. After breakfast I drove us to class . " I'll be done by noon Michael ,How about you " "I have a couple of classes this morning then I don't have anything until later in the afternoon" "OK, I'll meet you here at noon. Don't be late" I still had very little concentration in class. My life had taken such a dramatic change in the last couple of days that it had me disoriented. I watched the clock waiting until noon. We stopped and got some carry out and went to the apartment. We had lunch and sat around talking some more "Michael this relationship is going to depend on trust and truthfulness. I'm going to know all your intimate feelings and desires and you'll know mine. I won't put up with any bullshit. And if you ever lie to me I punish you severely. Is that understood?" "Yes mam. " The conversation had taken a turn that I wasn't comfortable with. "Look at me Michael." "Disobeying is bad enough. But lying is total disrespect..I'm going to ask you one time" " Have you disobeyed me?" Her cold stare froze me. My lip was trembling. I stammered and tears started flowing down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry, I was fantasizing about you and I got so horny. I just couldn't help it." "Go into my bedroom Michael and get undressed and wait for me" I stood naked in the center of her room tear faced and trembling . She came into the room. Stood there a moment looking at me "What happened when you disobeyed Angela?" "She paddled my ass mam" "With what?" " The backside of her hair brush" "Get me my hairbrush" "I was shaking as I brought it to her" She slapped he own hand with the hairbrush as she walked around me . I felt like a little mouse about to attacked by a feline creature. " Did she have to gag you?" " sometimes " "With what?" " A dildo cock" "I see. Did she talk about punishing you any other way?" The way she phrased question left little room for maneuvering. I hesitated and stammered and managed to tell her . That Angela had told that some bad boys got punished by having their ass or pricks hurt "Burnt with what" I started crying as I answered. "With a cigarette" "I see" She walked close to me taking my cock in her hand stroking it to hardness.. Then in a scolding manner warned me "Don't let this get soft again!" "So maybe that's what you need. I wonder what that would feel like on the sensitive end of a throbbing little pecker" I gulped my throat was to dry so get any words out. I just wanted to beg her for forgiveness but I was crying too hard to talk. She kept her hand on my throbbing prick "What do you think Michael?" "Please don't , I won't disobey you again" " Bend over and hold your legs apart Michael" I bent and waited for the spanking as she stood behind me Then without warning she brought the hair brush down hard across my ass. I contained myself and didn't cry out.She took her time then another blow. This one harder than the first "You're a bad boy Michael . Tell me what you are and what you need" "I'm a bad boy. and I need to be punished" Then two smacks across my ass that almost threw me off balance and I screamed in muffled tone "Whose allowed to punish bad boys Michael?" "Their mommy " "Then answer me correctly" "I'm a bad boy. and I need to be punished mommy" I lost count and fell on the floor as she repeatedly smacked my ass and thighs. She dropped the brush on me and walked out into the bathroom. I laid there in the fetal position crying like a four year old. I could here the shower running and after about 20 minutes I had finally gained my composure and she came back into the room. She was naked and only partly dried off. She put on her short silk robe and left it unfastened. I realized my prick had gone soft when it immediately started growing hard as I watched her from the floor. She took a pack of cigarettes from her purse and lit one. "Get on the bed Michael . Lay on your back" She stood next to the bed staring down at me. Her moist breasts were only partly covered by the silk material and and the material was clinging to her outlining the curve of her breast.. She took a slow long drag off her cigarette. I was trembling at this point . I felt so vulnerable laying there naked with her standing over me. The anticipation of what might happen next had my head spinning . I was choked up from crying and near panic. "You know very well what I should do to you, don't you Michael?" "Yes mam" " What !!!" "Yes Mommy" " Say it you stupid little brat" "I should be burnt mommy" Again the tears started flowing. "That's exactly right. But I have other plans for your punishment" I had no idea what she meant and I didn't care I was just relieved .that she wasn't going to do it "Get dressed and get out of my sight. And be back here right after your last class I jumped up and dressed in record time and hauled ass out of there. It was an uncomfortable ride back to campus with my ass all welted.I managed to slip into a bathroom and wash my tear soaked face before class. I couldn't make it all the way through class. My ass was just too sore. I excused myself and left early. I was nervous about going back and wondering what I had gotten myself into. But I still had this overwhelming desire to be with Carol..Her veiled threat of a further punishment was lingering on my mind. Intimidated as I was I drove back to the apartment The first thing I noticed was that she had unpacked all the boxes . I walked to her bedroom. I could hear her talking it sounded like a one way conversation like she was on the phone . I gently knocked on her door. "Come in Michael" I stood as she continued her conversation.She seemed to be asking someone to do her a favor " Thanks a lot. I really appreciate the help. It's important to me." then she said goodbye and hung up she still had a cold angry manner about her as she turned to me "I want you to go out and buy a single futon mattress and bring it right back her " "Go!!" I scurried off confused and intimidated I went to the closest department store and bought a futon . It was rolled up and packaged and the clerk had no trouble fitting it into my car. It was a bit heavy but I got it onto the elevator and into the apartment. I left it on the floor in the hall and went to her room. "Well where is it?" "In the hall " "Don't be so stupid bring it in here" Again she had me feeling like a stupid little boy. I carried the futon to her room "Roll it out here next to my bed and get it ready to sleep on" "I went and got sheet,blanket and a pillow and fixed up the futon" "Maybe if my little boy sleeps right on the floor next to his mommy he'll keep his hands off his worthless little pecker" "What do you think Michael?" "Yes mam" "Whenever you are being punished for being a bad little boy you had better remember to call me mommy . Understood?" "Yes mommy"

Mehr Demtigung fr Emmaist schon fnf Jahre her, ich zum ersten Mal die Welt alles ber mich erzhlt. ist schon fnf Jahre her, ich zum ersten Mal die Welt alles ber mich erzhlt. was mir in der Vergangenheit in der ein Wimpernschlag haben, wie sie sagen. Ich bin jetzt auf James verheiratet und obwohl er manchmal verprgeln mich ist es nicht ein groer Teil unserer Beziehung. was mir in der Vergangenheit in der ein Wimpernschlag haben, wie sie sagen. Ich bin jetzt auf James verheiratet und obwohl er manchmal verprgeln mich ist es nicht ein groer Teil unserer Beziehung. s der Dialog haben wir, dass die meisten reizt mich. Er wird oft beschreiben die Szene, in der ich in und sich vorstellen, wir haben Leute zu beobachten. Zum Beispiel, wenn ich mich ber seine Knie, wird er sagen denkt wie wir klingelt Ihr Dad und frage ihn, ob er Lust zu sehen, wie rot deinen Arsch ist. Er wird dann eine fast echte Gesprch mit ihm sagen Dinge wie: "Ich wette, Sie htte nie gedacht, Sie Ihre Tochter in dieser Position sehen wrden" oder zu mir sagen: "Ihr Vater kann jeden Quadratzoll Ihre nasse Fotze zu sehen". s der Dialog haben wir, dass die meisten reizt mich. Er wird oft beschreiben die Szene, in der ich in und sich vorstellen, wir haben Leute zu beobachten. Zum Beispiel, wenn ich mich ber seine Knie, wird er sagen denkt wie wir klingelt Ihr Dad und frage ihn, ob er Lust zu sehen, wie rot deinen Arsch ist. Er wird dann eine fast echte Gesprch mit ihm sagen Dinge wie: "Ich wette, Sie htte nie gedacht, Sie Ihre Tochter in dieser Position sehen wrden" oder zu mir sagen: "Ihr Vater kann jeden Quadratzoll Ihre nasse Fotze zu sehen". das Mdchen, das sie tat, war Alison genannt und sie in ihren frhen Zwanzigern war, und ich hatte als lie sie ber meine "geheime Seite" kennen. James wurde entfernt Golf spielen und ich war bereit fr einen heien Boden war. das Mdchen, das sie tat, war Alison genannt und sie in ihren frhen Zwanzigern war, und ich hatte als lie sie ber meine "geheime Seite" kennen. James wurde entfernt Golf spielen und ich war bereit fr einen heien Boden war. Ich machte, sich hinzusetzen und in Ruhe dort zu erklren war ein Missverstndnis gewesen, und ich hatte bessere Urlaub. Ich machte, sich hinzusetzen und in Ruhe dort zu erklren war ein Missverstndnis gewesen, und ich hatte bessere Urlaub. Vor meinem Boden berhrt das Kissen des Sofas Josh schrie mich zum Stehen zu bleiben, hatte ich nicht gesagt worden, um zu sitzen. Ich wusste nicht, was war eher ein Schlag in diesem Moment die Tatsache, antwortete ich sofort oder die Tatsache, dass trotz seines Alters war er eindeutig der Verantwortliche. Automatisch legte ich meine Hnde auf meinen Kopf und murmelte und Entschuldigung an Josh. Ich konnte sein Gesicht Strahl mit einem groen Lcheln sehen, wie er von oben herab nahmen an und sagten ich natrlich meinen Platz kannte. Er fuhr fort, mir zu sagen, wie Alison hatte ihn ein wenig von mir erzhlt und wie ich dachte, dass ich besser als alle anderen war. Er fuhr fort, mir zu sagen, er erwartet, dass ich mich zu verhalten und zu tun, was er sagte mir, ohne Protest. Ich nickte kleinlaut meine Akzeptanz und fand es immer noch unglaublich, dass in seinem Alter er so berzeugt sein knnte. Dann setzte er sich und nahm ein Klemmbrett und sagte, er ein paar Fragen an mich. Er lief durch sie, als ob er dann tausendmal. Einstudiert hatte Geburtstag, meine Adresse, meine Anschrift, meine Jobtitel Mtter nennen die Liste wurde nie enden. Ich zgerte kurz auf einige Fragen, und wurde von einer Warnung traf, nicht zu lgen, als es vorbei war er jedes letzte, was von meinem Leben wusste. Scheinbar ohne von der Zeitung zu schauen gab er mir den Befehl, auf meine Unterwsche auszuziehen. Ich nahm einen kurzen Blick ber die Schulter und erkannte ich stand direkt vor dem Erker und knnte leicht von der Strae aus zu sehen. "Bitte Josh knnen wir die Vorhnge", fragte ich, er hinter mir ging dann gestoppt "Smack!" Ich sprang zurck in Schock, als er flsterte mir ins Ohr: "Ich dachte, du wolltest, wie Ihr gesagt, junge Dame zu tun", gab er me 2 weitere Beigeschmack auf meine unten ber meinen Rock. Ich war begeistert, tief unten in seinem harten Art und Weise und wusste, dass ich im Begriff war, genau das bekommen, was ich wollte heute Abend. Ich musste immer wieder daran erinnern mich nicht so eifrig, als ich ffnete meinen Rock und langsam zog meine Jumper sein; der kleine Bastard war nicht einmal sah mich an. Er war damit beschftigt SMS auf seinem Handy und blickte auf zu sagen, er wurde nur lassen Ali wei, dass ich angekommen war und sah, wie ich wusste, wie man ein gutes kleines Mdchen zu sein. Ich legte meine Hnde wieder auf den Kopf, whrend er sah mich von oben bis unten "gibt Lust Knickers Frau versnobt, wie viel hat sie kosten". Ich hatte nur kaufte sie vor ein paar Wochen und ich habe tatschlich erinnern " 65 fr die BH und Schlpfer und 45 fr die cami-top", antwortete ich. "Oh sehr gut", grinste er "dann ist das, was du mir schuldest fr einen Aufenthalt in , Sie sortieren, "Ich war emprt und wandte ein, da ich hatte nicht vor, ihn zu bezahlen auer ich nicht einmal so viel in meiner Handtasche. Er war nicht einmal nervs mit meiner streiten und, als wre es die normalste Sache der Welt, sagte er mir, freut sich, einen Scheck zu nehmen. Ich war vllig auf seine Arroganz erstaunt und versuchte einen letzten Appell, dass es eine gemeinsame Rechnung war und mein Mann will wissen, was das Geld fr. Er lachte. "Sag ihm die Wahrheit du dumme kleine Mdchen, zu zahlen, um deinen Arsch schlug musste man" Ich konnte nicht glauben, wie sehr er mich in weniger als einer halben Stunde gedemtigt hatte, und ich hatte noch nicht einmal meine Schlpfer genommen noch nach unten. Er sagte mir, umdrehen, damit er meinen Hintern sehen konnte, und dann hat er mich rckwrts zu gehen, bis ich stand direkt vor ihm. Die Leerlauf sod blieb sitzen, whrend er meinen Hintern versohlt fr ein paar Minuten macht mich bcken und drcken Sie meinen Hintern bis zu seinem Beigeschmack zu erfllen. Seine nchsten Worte waren, um mein Gesicht zu derselben Farbe Rosa, wie mein Hintern zu bringen, wollte er mich zu gehen, um mein Auto und holen das Bier und das Wasser. "Ich kann nicht so weitergehen", protestierte ich, aber mit seiner blichen widerlich Haltung er nur wiederholt den Auftrag und sagte, es sei nicht seine Schuld, wenn ich wollte, wie eine billige Hure in meine Phantasie Schlpfer sehen. Er fhrte mich halb und halb schob mich zur Tr, und als ich in der Nhe des Endes der Antriebs schrie er sei "nicht Sie Ihre Schlssel du dumme Schlampe will". Ich streckte die Hnde nach ihm, sie zu werfen, aber er stand einfach baumeln sie in der Hand. Ich rannte zurck und gerade als ich meine Hand aus griff er sie weg "laufen nicht ausfhren", schnappte er. Ich musste leiden die Demtigung hflich gefragt, ob ich meinen Schlssel haben, die ganze Zeit war ich auf freie Aussicht auf die ganze Nachbarschaft. Ich ging zurck zum Auto vorgestellt, wie auf der Erde jemand sagen wrde, wenn sie mich sahen und was noch wichtiger ist, was zum Teufel wrde ich sagen. Ich musste das Bier und das Wasser auf dem Dach des Autos setzen dann sperren sie auf und legte die Schlssel zwischen die Zhne und halten alle Flaschen in meinen Armen. Als ich mich wieder ins Haus ging ich fast in einen Mann und eine Frau, beide auf mich starrte ich hrte die Frau Mutter "nicht eine Spur von Scham der kleine Landstreicher". Josh war an der Tr auf mich warten, ich war verzweifelt nach innen zu erhalten, aber er hatte andere Plne. Mit den Tasten in meinem Mund konnte ich nur auszusprechen einen emprten "Mmmmmm", wie er sich bckte, um meinen Schlpfer den ganzen Weg hinunter meine Beine ziehen. Er hat mich einen Schritt aus der sie vollstndig und mit einem massiven Lcheln auf seinem Gesicht hing sie am Trgriff innen vor, dass Sie mich und schloss die Tr verlassen meine Schlpfer auf der Messe fr jeden, der vorbei ging. Er nahm eine Dose Bier fr sich und gab mir eine Flasche Wasser mit der Anweisung, sie alle auf einmal zu trinken. Ich versuchte mein Bestes, aber es hat mich 3 oder 4 Schlucke, um alles runter und sagte eine spttische "gutes Mdchen", wie ich fertig. Man sagte mir, wieder direkt vor ihm stehen diesmal vor ihm mit meinen Beinen so breit wie sein knnte gespreizt. Ich sprte, wie meine Vagina zu ffnen etwas in dieser Position und sah nach unten um zu sehen, ihn direkt auf sie schaute. "Warum gibt es nicht jedes Haar ber ihr mein Mdchen", gott der Wange von ihm, mich anzurufen "my girl" Ich antwortete, dass ich durfte nicht Schamhaare. Er fuhr fort, mich zu zugeben, ich war ein dummes kleines Mdchen und nichts anderes als ein ber gewachsene Baby und es spielte keine Rolle, die mich so sah, wie ich brauchte so viel Schande, wie mglich. Er schlug die Innenseiten meiner Oberschenkel einige Zeiten und fragte, ob ich jemand anders meine schmutzige nasse Fotze sehen. Ich sagte ja, und er hat mich frage ihn, ob er ein paar seiner Kumpels einladen knnten ber mich zu sehen. Mein Gesicht war mit Scham brennen, als er sich nach dem Senden von Kurztext, um seine Freunde bat sie zu kommen, jedes Mal, wenn er mich sagen, die Namen und dann "Bitte Sir knnen sie kommen und sehen meine schmutzige nasse Fotze." Er begann zu berhren meine geschwollenen Lippen und fragte mich, ob ich brauchte, um weg gebracht werden, ich verschmt gestand ich, schob er 2 und dann 3 Finger in mir und lachte, als er widerlich schmatzenden Geruschen. Er wechselte und brachte seine klatschnassen Fingern bis zu meinem Mund, ohne, erzhlt Ich saugte sie instinktiv. Ich fhle mich auf meine Knie wie mein Orgasmus hat mich fast schreien, und er sa einfach nur zurck und lachte noch einmal auf mich. Er wischte sich die nassen Finger auf meinem Unterhemd und hob sie ber den Kopf und hinter mir zu erreichen, um aus meinen BH dann. Er nahm den zerknitterten cami-top und rieb es zwischen meinen Beinen sogar bis zurck bis es zwischen meinen Hintern Wangen reiben dann schob es tief in meinen Mund und sagte mir, zu bleiben, wo ich war. Ich konnte hren, ihn nach oben laufen auf die Toilette und brauchte nicht zu erraten, zweimal, was er tat. Ich hatte dann Zeit, um ber die Auswirkungen der bat ihn, seine Freunde vorbei einzuladen denken. Fr Gtter willen habe ich nicht einmal wissen, wie alt Josh war allein seine Freunde lassen. Ich wusste, dass sie wahrscheinlich weniger wre als die Hlfte mein Alter von 30 Jahren , wenn Josh kehrte ich gefragt, ob ich die Toilette benutzen, leuchtet sein Gesicht, als er sagte, nein er einen geeigneteren Ort fr mich zu pissen musste. Ich war immer noch auf meine Knie und schob mir den Rcken, um mich auf allen Vieren zu zwingen, nach unten ", kommen eine kleine Schlampe, Walkiessss". Oh Ich legte meinen Kopf in insgesamt Demtigung, als er ffnete die Hintertr fr mich, in den Hinterhof zu kriechen. Es wurde noch auerhalb Tageslicht und ich konnte deutlich sehen, mehrere Fenster mit Blick auf den Hof. "Bitte Josh jemand knnte mich sehen", bat ich, er zuckte mit den Achseln ", dann beeilen Sie dumme Kuh". ich all die Male, die ich hatte, berraschenderweise wurde niemand mit einer solchen Verachtung mit mir gesprochen hatte, wie er war. Ich hatte keine andere Wahl, als auf meine Knie so weit ich konnte, zu verbreiten und zu senken meine Hften auf den Boden leicht. Gerade als ich gehen ber meine Blase Josh kniete sich hinter mir zu lassen, war "das ist ein gutes Mdchen, zeig mir, was eine Schlampe Sie wirklich sind". Ich schauderte in beide Erleichterung und Erniedrigung als lasse ich mich am helllichten Tag urinieren auf Anweisung eines Knabe. Er freute sich, schau mir die persnlichsten Dinge direkt vor die Augen und hatte noch eine beschmend wirken fr mich, bevor ich innen gefhrt. Ich wurde, sich umzudrehen und zu schnuppern meine eigene Pisse. Zum ersten Mal sah er mich mit einer gewissen Sympathie, als ich sprte eine Trne laufen ber meine Wange. Zum ersten Mal hatte jemand mich zu Trnen zu demtigen und nicht die tatschliche Schmerz einer Tracht Prgel gebracht. Er sagte mir, nach oben zu gehen und reinigen Sie mich auf, so wie wir ein Klopfen an der Tr hrte. Ich war froh, aus den Augen, obwohl meine Anonymitt wre nur von kurzer Dauer sein. Ich schaute in den Spiegel und mein Gesicht war rot und gesplt, die war kaum berraschend. Ich sah einige Make-up Entferner auf dem Badezimmerboden und reinigen es von meinem Gesicht und wusch meine Vagina zu wissen, es wrde bald von Gott wei, wer berprft werden. Ich hrte mindestens 3 weitere klopft an die Tr und Klnge von aufgeregt und murmelte im Erdgeschoss. Ich seufzte, mich, dass ich auf jeden Fall bekam mehr, als ich fr die, als ich meinen Plan an diesem Morgen Brut erwartet hatte. Ich hrte Josh kommt im Obergeschoss und er hatte eine Hundeleine in der Hand, "Komm schon, du kleine Schlampe, ich bin zu gehen nehmen im Raum auf Ihre Hnde und Knie an der Leine ". Ich gab ein Keuchen, als er befestigte es um meinen Hals, und wenn wir den Fu der Treppe Ich sank zu Boden mit nur einem Blick von ihm zu erreichen. Die Tr zum Zimmer ffnete und ich folgte Josh innen, eine Masse von Ausrufen der gefllt Raum, "fucking hell" "Mann, der genial ist" Fick mich, sie ist nackt "war nur einige hrte ich, wie er fhrte mich im Zimmer um. Er gab einen Ruck an der Leine und brachte mich auf die Fe, ohne zu hren, Ich trennte meine Beine und legte meine Hnde auf meinen Kopf, die Fhrung von meinem Hals zwischen meinen Brsten hngt. Es war eine intensive Atmosphre der Erwartung im Raum wie Josh erzhlte mir, ihnen zu sagen, mein Name. "Emma Cavendish", stotterte ich "Frau Emma Cavendish", ich war ihnen gedemtigt, um mein Alter und meine Adresse und meinem Arbeitsplatz sagen zu mssen. Josh erklrte dann, dass ich ein stuck up bitch, die ihre Kicks von herumkommandiert habe und schlug war. Er fuhr fort zu sagen, dass ich wahrscheinlich nicht erwarten, dass diese Art der Behandlung von jemand in seinem Alter zu bekommen, aber er wusste, wie man mir in meiner Stelle zu setzen. Ich fand mich zu beantworten unfreiwillige "yes Sir seine eigene Schuld fr die Zulassung von Ich wrde alles tun". Ein paar kichert zu hren waren, als er sagte: "gutes Mdchen" zu mir. Dann wandte er sich an seine Freunde daran erinnern, was er ihnen vorher erzhlt hatte, was sie konnten, war, was immer sie mir gefiel einschlielich Schmatzen mir sehr schwer. Ich blickte durch den Raum in Bestrzung, als ich ihre jungen Gesichter gespannt, 6 Jungen rund um gesehen Josh Alter, die ich immer noch, nicht kannte. Dann zu meinem Entsetzen sah ich ein Mdchen, das sie nur viel jnger als die Jungen, sah Josh mich suchen und lachte, "das ist Sarah, kleine Schwester Bens, er nehme an, wurde auf sein ihr Babysitter". Josh schlug mein Hintern zur Belustigung der jeder und fragte, wo meine Manieren, wo und um Hallo zu ihr sagen. Ich konnte kaum die Worte aus meinem Mund, als stammelte ich "Hallo Sarah", Sie sah gleich wieder zu mir auf und mit nur einem Hauch von einem Lcheln antwortete: "Hallo Frau Cavendish". Es war dann die Bombe traf mich ich wusste, wer sie war; Sie war die Nichte von einer Dame, die mir ein paar Huser weiter wohnte. Mein Gesicht muss registriert haben mein Wecker und Sarah ging zu jedem, den ich in der Nhe von Tante Elizabeth lebte zu erzhlen, ihr Bruder Ben dann rief, dass er mich erinnerte, die er gesehen hatte mich mein Auto waschen ein paar Wochen. Jeder dachte, es war urkomisch sie mich kannten Josh sagte, es war genau das, was ich verdient. Das erste Spiel, das sie im Laden hatte fr mich war es, jedem Jungen gehen und fragen, ob ich ber die Knie zu gehen und "Sie knnten Sie meinen Hintern klatschen ". Ich war fast dankbar ber die ersten, die Knie, damit ich nicht zu sehen gibt selbstgefllig grinsende Gesichter. Ich muss zugeben, sie alle schlug hrter als ich erwartet hatte, und am Ende davon war ich zappeln und "ohhhhing ahhhhing" mehr als ich dachte. Ich bemerkte Josh hatte das Bier in einigen Glsern fr alle freigegebenen aus und dann hat er mir noch eine Flasche Wasser. Eigentlich wollte ich einen Drink, aber nicht die Konsequenzen dessen, was eine weitere volle Flasche zu mir zu tun. Ein kleiner Tisch war in das Zimmer gebracht wurde und man sagte mir, auf meinem Rcken zu liegen und bringen die Knie bis zur Brust und spreizen sie out. Ich knnte mir vorstellen, wie es mir freigelegt hatte und Josh erzhlte ihnen, dass er schon machte mich bitte ihn, mich weg frher zu bringen. Die Jungs nahmen abwechselnd zwischen meinen Schenkeln zu knien und erkunden Sie mich. Es dauerte nicht lange, bevor ich konnte mir nicht helfen und war durch nass. Josh hatte eine Kunststoffspachtel in den Raum gebracht und ausgesprochen "die schmutzige Schlampe braucht einen guten Schlag direkt auf ihre Fotze". Nur wenige der Jungen keuchte auf meine bevorstehende Strafe, "mach dir keine Sorgen sie liebt es, nicht wahr?<< Ich hatte keine andere Wahl, als zu antworten: "Ja bitte klatschen meine Mse". A Ingwer haired Jungen namens Steven war der Erste, der einen Sprung mit dem Spatel haben. Er berraschte mich mit gespreizten Beinen stehen Sie mich; auch er wurde praktisch auf meinem Bauch sitzt. "Bist du bereit, dich ficken bitch" ohne meine Antwort abzuwarten, und inmitten der Klang seiner Freunde lachend auf seine Grobheit gegenber mir, er meine Pussy hart schlug. Ich gab ein lautes Keuchen der Luft wie ein Zischen, gab er mir eine weitere 2 Fest Beigeschmack zum Glck gerade ber meine Schamlippen. Ich war auf dem Tisch, und er wand sich nun tatschlich legte sein ganzes Gewicht auf meinem Bauch, mich ruhig zu halten. Der Spatel war nur ein wenig breiter als meine Schambereich und wie es kam ihm die Hlfte traf meine Schenkel und verlangsamte es auf. Ich war dankbar, konnte er einen Volltreffer direkt auf meine Schamlippen nicht zu bekommen. Er lieferte ein paar boshafte schmeckt und als er aufstand drehte er sich zu mir um, "hat Ihnen, dass du Schlampe". Alle lachten, als ich antwortete: "Ja, Sir danke fr Schmatzen meiner Votze" Der nchste Junge hatte eine andere Idee und bat mich, aufzustehen. Er wollte meine Brste schlagen, er war in der Lage, eine Hochtouren erhalten und landet den Beigeschmack Recht auf meine Brste. Bald hatte er mich Jaulen und Quietschen, als er lachte, seine Kumpels, wie rot er meine Titten machen. Als er fertig war Josh kam mit einer Tasche von Wscheklammern "Hey Jungs Ich habe das auf dem Internet gesehen", mit dem er legte einen Zapfen auf jeder meiner Brustwarzen. Jeder wollte zu ziehen und Flick ihnen und nach 2 mehr Jungen schlug hatte meine Muschi mit dem Spatel ich offen zu weinen. Neben dem Schmerz, den ich dringend bentigte, um mich wieder zu erleben. Ich fragte Josh, wenn ich auf die Toilette wohl wissend, er lie mich nicht gehen. "Wer will die Hndin auerhalb fr einen Pisse dann nehmen". Natrlich ich denke, jeder freiwillig. Aber selbst in diesem Moment Josh hatte eine neue berraschung fr mich, , die einen frischen Trnen von mir und einem begeisterten Schrei der Freude von Sarah brachte "Warum gehst du nicht ihr Sarah nehmen". Sie ergriff die Fhrung bersprungen und auen mit mir huschen auf meinen Hnden und Knien, mit ihr Schritt zu halten buchstblich. Wenigstens hatte ich den Schutz der Dunkelheit, um die meisten meiner Schande, aber der Lrm die Jungs machten war genug, um jedes Haus auf der Strae aufmerksam zu verstecken. Sie bestand darauf, mich zu Fu rund um den Garten ein paar Mal vor, dass Sie mich zu stoppen, um zu pinkeln. Ich war in der Nhe von den Zaun und nur um zu gehen, wenn das Licht ging an nebenan. Die Jungen gingen pltzlich still, und ich hielt ein Schluchzen, als wir die Tr offen zu hren. "Hallo Jungs, ich habe noch nie so viel Lrm zu hren, die ein Hund aus" sie die Stimme einer Frau war, und sie klang, als wrde sie direkt an das stehende anderen Seite des Zauns zu mir. Ich war so verzweifelt, um zu pinkeln, ich musste sie gehen zu lassen, und dass ein paar kichert und Keuchen von den Jungen gebracht. "Welche Art von Hund haben Sie Josh bekam dann", fragte die Frau. Auch hier sind die Jungen konnten nicht zurckhalten ihre kichert und als Josh versuchte zu erklren, es war nicht sein Hund es zu spt war die Frau ihren Kopf ber den Zaun setzen. "Mein Gott", kam die Reaktion so wie mein Harnfluss war zum Stillstand kommt. Die Frau dann tatschlich lachte: "Nicht sicher, ich erkenne, dass Rasse". Zum ersten Mal, dass ganze Abend Josh war nach Worten steckte es war Sarah aller Menschen, die ihm zu Hilfe kam. Sie erklrte die Frau, die ich ihr Cousin und ich hatten eine dumme Wette und verloren und das war eine wage ich zu betrunken, um wirklich wissen, was ich tat, so waren sie mir eine Lektion lehren bekommen hatte. "Oh gut fr Sie, junge Dame," fuhr sie fort zu lachen sie fuhr fort zu sagen, wie sie wetten, die Jungs konnten nicht glauben, dass es Glck, um ein lteres Mdchen so kahl wie ein Baby zu sehen. Die Jungs schien sich zu entspannen und finden Sie es noch amsanter als ein Erwachsener hatte mich so gesehen, fhrte sie mich zurck in das Haus unter Gelchter der Frau erzhlte ihnen, um Spa mit mir haben. Sarah streichelte meinen Kopf und sagte "guten Hunde", wie Josh gab mir die letzten 2 Flaschen Wasser, um alle auf einmal denken Sie. Es wurde dann entschieden, weil ich ein "guter Hund" Ich konnte mich Khlschrank und mich bringen, sich vor ihnen allen. Josh hat mir ein Deodorant mglich ber 8 '' lang und so breit wie mein Handgelenk "Komm Schlampe fest, dass Ihre twat ". Flehte ich, wenn ich die Gre der es sah, wurde aber gesagt, sich zu beeilen, sonst htte ich es auf dem Hof zu tun. Ich legte mich auf den Boden und rieb mir die Finger ber meine Schlitz zu versuchen und ffne mich fr die Dose. Die Jungs waren mit weit aufgerissenen Augen und fasziniert wie langsam ich es geschafft, die Dose in mir zu bekommen. Nach ein paar Minuten der keuchend und stie von mir selbst Josh erzhlte mir, um zu stoppen. Jeder der Jungs abwechselnd zu "pumpen" mich mit der Dose. Einige waren rauer als andere und hatte mich Bitten und Betteln sanft mit mir zu sein. Josh kam dann wieder mit einer Schssel mit etwas. Er sagte dem Jungen, der Halt der Dose musste es ziehen aus mir heraus und tauchen sie in die Schssel geben. Wie er die Jungen an meiner Muschi lachen, als sie, wie weit offen sah und klaffende es war. "Sehen Sie sich den Zustand ihrer Mse, ich knnte mein Fahrrad nehmen Sie sie" sie mit mehr Gelchter ausbrach. Ich habe gehrt, einer der Jungen fragen, Josh, was in der Schale wie ein Junge wollte ihn in mir wieder zu drcken. "Oh, es ist ein schnes Gebru, um ihre Fotze Prickeln zu machen", sagte Josh arrogant. Zuerst fhlte es kalt und nass, aber, als er mit ihr "gefickt" mir meine Muschi fing an zu brennen. Josh dann ber meine Reaktion lachte und erzhlte ihnen alles, was darin war. Aftershave, Zahnpasta und Chilisauce, rief er aus. Ich weinte wieder und Flehen von ganzem Herzen fr sie zu stoppen und nehmen Sie es aus meiner armen Muschi. Aus dem Augenwinkel sah ich Ben flsterte Josh und lachen. Ben kam, um an der Seite meines Kopfes zu knien und drehte mein Gesicht zu ihm. Ich konnte kaum die Worte aus meinem Mund, als stammelte ich "Hallo Sarah", Sie sah gleich wieder zu mir auf und mit nur einem Hauch von einem Lcheln antwortete: "Hallo Frau Cavendish". Es war dann die Bombe traf mich ich wusste, wer sie war; Sie war die Nichte von einer Dame, die mir ein paar Huser weiter wohnte. Mein Gesicht muss registriert haben mein Wecker und Sarah ging zu jedem, den ich in der Nhe von Tante Elizabeth lebte zu erzhlen, ihr Bruder Ben dann rief, dass er mich erinnerte, die er gesehen hatte mich mein Auto waschen ein paar Wochen. Jeder dachte, es war urkomisch sie mich kannten Josh sagte, es war genau das, was ich verdient. Das erste Spiel, das sie im Laden hatte fr mich war es, jedem Jungen gehen und fragen, ob ich ber die Knie zu gehen und "Sie knnten Sie meinen Hintern klatschen ". Ich war fast dankbar ber die ersten, die Knie, damit ich nicht zu sehen gibt selbstgefllig grinsende Gesichter. Ich muss zugeben, sie alle schlug hrter als ich erwartet hatte, und am Ende davon war ich zappeln und "ohhhhing ahhhhing" mehr als ich dachte. Ich bemerkte Josh hatte das Bier in einigen Glsern fr alle freigegebenen aus und dann hat er mir noch eine Flasche Wasser. Eigentlich wollte ich einen Drink, aber nicht die Konsequenzen dessen, was eine weitere volle Flasche zu mir zu tun. Ein kleiner Tisch war in das Zimmer gebracht wurde und man sagte mir, auf meinem Rcken zu liegen und bringen die Knie bis zur Brust und spreizen sie out. Ich knnte mir vorstellen, wie es mir freigelegt hatte und Josh erzhlte ihnen, dass er schon machte mich bitte ihn, mich weg frher zu bringen. Die Jungs nahmen abwechselnd zwischen meinen Schenkeln zu knien und erkunden Sie mich. Es dauerte nicht lange, bevor ich konnte mir nicht helfen und war durch nass. Josh hatte eine Kunststoffspachtel in den Raum gebracht und ausgesprochen "die schmutzige Schlampe braucht einen guten Schlag direkt auf ihre Fotze". Nur wenige der Jungen keuchte auf meine bevorstehende Strafe, "mach dir keine Sorgen sie liebt es, nicht wahr?<< Ich hatte keine andere Wahl, als zu antworten: "Ja bitte klatschen meine Mse". A Ingwer haired Jungen namens Steven war der Erste, der einen Sprung mit dem Spatel haben. Er berraschte mich mit gespreizten Beinen stehen Sie mich; auch er wurde praktisch auf meinem Bauch sitzt. "Bist du bereit, dich ficken bitch" ohne meine Antwort abzuwarten, und inmitten der Klang seiner Freunde lachend auf seine Grobheit gegenber mir, er meine Pussy hart schlug. Ich gab ein lautes Keuchen der Luft wie ein Zischen, gab er mir eine weitere 2 Fest Beigeschmack zum Glck gerade ber meine Schamlippen. Ich war auf dem Tisch, und er wand sich nun tatschlich legte sein ganzes Gewicht auf meinem Bauch, mich ruhig zu halten. Der Spatel war nur ein wenig breiter als meine Schambereich und wie es kam ihm die Hlfte traf meine Schenkel und verlangsamte es auf. Ich war dankbar, konnte er einen Volltreffer direkt auf meine Schamlippen nicht zu bekommen. Er lieferte ein paar boshafte schmeckt und als er aufstand drehte er sich zu mir um, "hat Ihnen, dass du Schlampe". Alle lachten, als ich antwortete: "Ja, Sir danke fr Schmatzen meiner Votze" Der nchste Junge hatte eine andere Idee und bat mich, aufzustehen. Er wollte meine Brste schlagen, er war in der Lage, eine Hochtouren erhalten und landet den Beigeschmack Recht auf meine Brste. Bald hatte er mich Jaulen und Quietschen, als er lachte, seine Kumpels, wie rot er meine Titten machen. Als er fertig war Josh kam mit einer Tasche von Wscheklammern "Hey Jungs Ich habe das auf dem Internet gesehen", mit dem er legte einen Zapfen auf jeder meiner Brustwarzen. Jeder wollte zu ziehen und Flick ihnen und nach 2 mehr Jungen schlug hatte meine Muschi mit dem Spatel ich offen zu weinen. Neben dem Schmerz, den ich dringend bentigte, um mich wieder zu erleben. Ich fragte Josh, wenn ich auf die Toilette wohl wissend, er lie mich nicht gehen. "Wer will die Hndin auerhalb fr einen Pisse dann nehmen". Natrlich ich denke, jeder freiwillig. Aber selbst in diesem Moment Josh hatte eine neue berraschung fr mich, , die einen frischen Trnen von mir und einem begeisterten Schrei der Freude von Sarah brachte "Warum gehst du nicht ihr Sarah nehmen". Sie ergriff die Fhrung bersprungen und auen mit mir huschen auf meinen Hnden und Knien, mit ihr Schritt zu halten buchstblich. Wenigstens hatte ich den Schutz der Dunkelheit, um die meisten meiner Schande, aber der Lrm die Jungs machten war genug, um jedes Haus auf der Strae aufmerksam zu verstecken. Sie bestand darauf, mich zu Fu rund um den Garten ein paar Mal vor, dass Sie mich zu stoppen, um zu pinkeln. Ich war in der Nhe von den Zaun und nur um zu gehen, wenn das Licht ging an nebenan. Die Jungen gingen pltzlich still, und ich hielt ein Schluchzen, als wir die Tr offen zu hren. "Hallo Jungs, ich habe noch nie so viel Lrm zu hren, die ein Hund aus" sie die Stimme einer Frau war, und sie klang, als wrde sie direkt an das stehende anderen Seite des Zauns zu mir. Ich war so verzweifelt, um zu pinkeln, ich musste sie gehen zu lassen, und dass ein paar kichert und Keuchen von den Jungen gebracht. "Welche Art von Hund haben Sie Josh bekam dann", fragte die Frau. Auch hier sind die Jungen konnten nicht zurckhalten ihre kichert und als Josh versuchte zu erklren, es war nicht sein Hund es zu spt war die Frau ihren Kopf ber den Zaun setzen. "Mein Gott", kam die Reaktion so wie mein Harnfluss war zum Stillstand kommt. Die Frau dann tatschlich lachte: "Nicht sicher, ich erkenne, dass Rasse". Zum ersten Mal, dass ganze Abend Josh war nach Worten steckte es war Sarah aller Menschen, die ihm zu Hilfe kam. Sie erklrte die Frau, die ich ihr Cousin und ich hatten eine dumme Wette und verloren und das war eine wage ich zu betrunken, um wirklich wissen, was ich tat, so waren sie mir eine Lektion lehren bekommen hatte. "Oh gut fr Sie, junge Dame," fuhr sie fort zu lachen sie fuhr fort zu sagen, wie sie wetten, die Jungs konnten nicht glauben, dass es Glck, um ein lteres Mdchen so kahl wie ein Baby zu sehen. Die Jungs schien sich zu entspannen und finden Sie es noch amsanter als ein Erwachsener hatte mich so gesehen, fhrte sie mich zurck in das Haus unter Gelchter der Frau erzhlte ihnen, um Spa mit mir haben. Sarah streichelte meinen Kopf und sagte "guten Hunde", wie Josh gab mir die letzten 2 Flaschen Wasser, um alle auf einmal denken Sie. Es wurde dann entschieden, weil ich ein "guter Hund" Ich konnte mich Khlschrank und mich bringen, sich vor ihnen allen. Josh hat mir ein Deodorant mglich ber 8 '' lang und so breit wie mein Handgelenk "Komm Schlampe fest, dass Ihre twat ". Flehte ich, wenn ich die Gre der es sah, wurde aber gesagt, sich zu beeilen, sonst htte ich es auf dem Hof zu tun. Ich legte mich auf den Boden und rieb mir die Finger ber meine Schlitz zu versuchen und ffne mich fr die Dose. Die Jungs waren mit weit aufgerissenen Augen und fasziniert wie langsam ich es geschafft, die Dose in mir zu bekommen. Nach ein paar Minuten der keuchend und stie von mir selbst Josh erzhlte mir, um zu stoppen. Jeder der Jungs abwechselnd zu "pumpen" mich mit der Dose. Einige waren rauer als andere und hatte mich Bitten und Betteln sanft mit mir zu sein. Josh kam dann wieder mit einer Schssel mit etwas. Er sagte dem Jungen, der Halt der Dose musste es ziehen aus mir heraus und tauchen sie in die Schssel geben. Wie er die Jungen an meiner Muschi lachen, als sie, wie weit offen sah und klaffende es war. "Sehen Sie sich den Zustand ihrer Mse, ich knnte mein Fahrrad nehmen Sie sie" sie mit mehr Gelchter ausbrach. Ich habe gehrt, einer der Jungen fragen, Josh, was in der Schale wie ein Junge wollte ihn in mir wieder zu drcken. "Oh, es ist ein schnes Gebru, um ihre Fotze Prickeln zu machen", sagte Josh arrogant. Zuerst fhlte es kalt und nass, aber, als er mit ihr "gefickt" mir meine Muschi fing an zu brennen. Josh dann ber meine Reaktion lachte und erzhlte ihnen alles, was darin war. Aftershave, Zahnpasta und Chilisauce, rief er aus. Ich weinte wieder und Flehen von ganzem Herzen fr sie zu stoppen und nehmen Sie es aus meiner armen Muschi. Aus dem Augenwinkel sah ich Ben flsterte Josh und lachen. Ben kam, um an der Seite meines Kopfes zu knien und drehte mein Gesicht zu ihm. Ich konnte kaum die Worte aus meinem Mund, als stammelte ich "Hallo Sarah", Sie sah gleich wieder zu mir auf und mit nur einem Hauch von einem Lcheln antwortete: "Hallo Frau Cavendish". Es war dann die Bombe traf mich ich wusste, wer sie war; Sie war die Nichte von einer Dame, die mir ein paar Huser weiter wohnte. Mein Gesicht muss registriert haben mein Wecker und Sarah ging zu jedem, den ich in der Nhe von Tante Elizabeth lebte zu erzhlen, ihr Bruder Ben dann rief, dass er mich erinnerte, die er gesehen hatte mich mein Auto waschen ein paar Wochen. Jeder dachte, es war urkomisch sie mich kannten Josh sagte, es war genau das, was ich verdient. Das erste Spiel, das sie im Laden hatte fr mich war es, jedem Jungen gehen und fragen, ob ich ber die Knie zu gehen und "Sie knnten Sie meinen Hintern klatschen ". Ich war fast dankbar ber die ersten, die Knie, damit ich nicht zu sehen gibt selbstgefllig grinsende Gesichter. Ich muss zugeben, sie alle schlug hrter als ich erwartet hatte, und am Ende davon war ich zappeln und "ohhhhing ahhhhing" mehr als ich dachte. Ich bemerkte Josh hatte das Bier in einigen Glsern fr alle freigegebenen aus und dann hat er mir noch eine Flasche Wasser. Eigentlich wollte ich einen Drink, aber nicht die Konsequenzen dessen, was eine weitere volle Flasche zu mir zu tun. Ein kleiner Tisch war in das Zimmer gebracht wurde und man sagte mir, auf meinem Rcken zu liegen und bringen die Knie bis zur Brust und spreizen sie out. Ich knnte mir vorstellen, wie es mir freigelegt hatte und Josh erzhlte ihnen, dass er schon machte mich bitte ihn, mich weg frher zu bringen. Die Jungs nahmen abwechselnd zwischen meinen Schenkeln zu knien und erkunden Sie mich. Es dauerte nicht lange, bevor ich konnte mir nicht helfen und war durch nass. Josh hatte eine Kunststoffspachtel in den Raum gebracht und ausgesprochen "die schmutzige Schlampe braucht einen guten Schlag direkt auf ihre Fotze". Nur wenige der Jungen keuchte auf meine bevorstehende Strafe, "mach dir keine Sorgen sie liebt es, nicht wahr?<< Ich hatte keine andere Wahl, als zu antworten: "Ja bitte klatschen meine Mse". A Ingwer haired Jungen namens Steven war der Erste, der einen Sprung mit dem Spatel haben. Er berraschte mich mit gespreizten Beinen stehen Sie mich; auch er wurde praktisch auf meinem Bauch sitzt. "Bist du bereit, dich ficken bitch" ohne meine Antwort abzuwarten, und inmitten der Klang seiner Freunde lachend auf seine Grobheit gegenber mir, er meine Pussy hart schlug. Ich gab ein lautes Keuchen der Luft wie ein Zischen, gab er mir eine weitere 2 Fest Beigeschmack zum Glck gerade ber meine Schamlippen. Ich war auf dem Tisch, und er wand sich nun tatschlich legte sein ganzes Gewicht auf meinem Bauch, mich ruhig zu halten. Der Spatel war nur ein wenig breiter als meine Schambereich und wie es kam ihm die Hlfte traf meine Schenkel und verlangsamte es auf. Ich war dankbar, konnte er einen Volltreffer direkt auf meine Schamlippen nicht zu bekommen. Er lieferte ein paar boshafte schmeckt und als er aufstand drehte er sich zu mir um, "hat Ihnen, dass du Schlampe". Alle lachten, als ich antwortete: "Ja, Sir danke fr Schmatzen meiner Votze" Der nchste Junge hatte eine andere Idee und bat mich, aufzustehen. Er wollte meine Brste schlagen, er war in der Lage, eine Hochtouren erhalten und landet den Beigeschmack Recht auf meine Brste. Bald hatte er mich Jaulen und Quietschen, als er lachte, seine Kumpels, wie rot er meine Titten machen. Als er fertig war Josh kam mit einer Tasche von Wscheklammern "Hey Jungs Ich habe das auf dem Internet gesehen", mit dem er legte einen Zapfen auf jeder meiner Brustwarzen. Jeder wollte zu ziehen und Flick ihnen und nach 2 mehr Jungen schlug hatte meine Muschi mit dem Spatel ich offen zu weinen. Neben dem Schmerz, den ich dringend bentigte, um mich wieder zu erleben. Ich fragte Josh, wenn ich auf die Toilette wohl wissend, er lie mich nicht gehen. "Wer will die Hndin auerhalb fr einen Pisse dann nehmen". Natrlich ich denke, jeder freiwillig. Aber selbst in diesem Moment Josh hatte eine neue berraschung fr mich, , die einen frischen Trnen von mir und einem begeisterten Schrei der Freude von Sarah brachte "Warum gehst du nicht ihr Sarah nehmen". Sie ergriff die Fhrung bersprungen und auen mit mir huschen auf meinen Hnden und Knien, mit ihr Schritt zu halten buchstblich. Wenigstens hatte ich den Schutz der Dunkelheit, um die meisten meiner Schande, aber der Lrm die Jungs machten war genug, um jedes Haus auf der Strae aufmerksam zu verstecken. Sie bestand darauf, mich zu Fu rund um den Garten ein paar Mal vor, dass Sie mich zu stoppen, um zu pinkeln. Ich war in der Nhe von den Zaun und nur um zu gehen, wenn das Licht ging an nebenan. Die Jungen gingen pltzlich still, und ich hielt ein Schluchzen, als wir die Tr offen zu hren. "Hallo Jungs, ich habe noch nie so viel Lrm zu hren, die ein Hund aus" sie die Stimme einer Frau war, und sie klang, als wrde sie direkt an das stehende anderen Seite des Zauns zu mir. Ich war so verzweifelt, um zu pinkeln, ich musste sie gehen zu lassen, und dass ein paar kichert und Keuchen von den Jungen gebracht. "Welche Art von Hund haben Sie Josh bekam dann", fragte die Frau. Auch hier sind die Jungen konnten nicht zurckhalten ihre kichert und als Josh versuchte zu erklren, es war nicht sein Hund es zu spt war die Frau ihren Kopf ber den Zaun setzen. "Mein Gott", kam die Reaktion so wie mein Harnfluss war zum Stillstand kommt. Die Frau dann tatschlich lachte: "Nicht sicher, ich erkenne, dass Rasse". Zum ersten Mal, dass ganze Abend Josh war nach Worten steckte es war Sarah aller Menschen, die ihm zu Hilfe kam. Sie erklrte die Frau, die ich ihr Cousin und ich hatten eine dumme Wette und verloren und das war eine wage ich zu betrunken, um wirklich wissen, was ich tat, so waren sie mir eine Lektion lehren bekommen hatte. "Oh gut fr Sie, junge Dame," fuhr sie fort zu lachen sie fuhr fort zu sagen, wie sie wetten, die Jungs konnten nicht glauben, dass es Glck, um ein lteres Mdchen so kahl wie ein Baby zu sehen. Die Jungs schien sich zu entspannen und finden Sie es noch amsanter als ein Erwachsener hatte mich so gesehen, fhrte sie mich zurck in das Haus unter Gelchter der Frau erzhlte ihnen, um Spa mit mir haben. Sarah streichelte meinen Kopf und sagte "guten Hunde", wie Josh gab mir die letzten 2 Flaschen Wasser, um alle auf einmal denken Sie. Es wurde dann entschieden, weil ich ein "guter Hund" Ich konnte mich Khlschrank und mich bringen, sich vor ihnen allen. Josh hat mir ein Deodorant mglich ber 8 '' lang und so breit wie mein Handgelenk "Komm Schlampe fest, dass Ihre twat ". Flehte ich, wenn ich die Gre der es sah, wurde aber gesagt, sich zu beeilen, sonst htte ich es auf dem Hof zu tun. Ich legte mich auf den Boden und rieb mir die Finger ber meine Schlitz zu versuchen und ffne mich fr die Dose. Die Jungs waren mit weit aufgerissenen Augen und fasziniert wie langsam ich es geschafft, die Dose in mir zu bekommen. Nach ein paar Minuten der keuchend und stie von mir selbst Josh erzhlte mir, um zu stoppen. Jeder der Jungs abwechselnd zu "pumpen" mich mit der Dose. Einige waren rauer als andere und hatte mich Bitten und Betteln sanft mit mir zu sein. Josh kam dann wieder mit einer Schssel mit etwas. Er sagte dem Jungen, der Halt der Dose musste es ziehen aus mir heraus und tauchen sie in die Schssel geben. Wie er die Jungen an meiner Muschi lachen, als sie, wie weit offen sah und klaffende es war. "Sehen Sie sich den Zustand ihrer Mse, ich knnte mein Fahrrad nehmen Sie sie" sie mit mehr Gelchter ausbrach. Ich habe gehrt, einer der Jungen fragen, Josh, was in der Schale wie ein Junge wollte ihn in mir wieder zu drcken. "Oh, es ist ein schnes Gebru, um ihre Fotze Prickeln zu machen", sagte Josh arrogant. Zuerst fhlte es kalt und nass, aber, als er mit ihr "gefickt" mir meine Muschi fing an zu brennen. Josh dann ber meine Reaktion lachte und erzhlte ihnen alles, was darin war. Aftershave, Zahnpasta und Chilisauce, rief er aus. Ich weinte wieder und Flehen von ganzem Herzen fr sie zu stoppen und nehmen Sie es aus meiner armen Muschi. Aus dem Augenwinkel sah ich Ben flsterte Josh und lachen. Ben kam, um an der Seite meines Kopfes zu knien und drehte mein Gesicht zu ihm. "Hier ist ein Geschenk fr die kleine Schlampe", sagte er an alle, und trotz der Schmerzen in meiner Muschi Ich habe eine andere quietschen, als ich sah seinen erigierten Schwanz in Richtung Mund. "Weit geffnet", sagte er triumphierend und fing an, meinen Mund zu ficken. Over wurden die din die Jungs was ihn ermutigt Ich hrte Sarah lachen: "Hey Ben willst du spritzen Sie Ihre Sachen in den Mund" Natrlich ist er ja gesagt und so wie Sarah sagte: "urghhh" in meinem Mund kam er. Ich musste jeden letzten Tropfen schlucken und dann sagen, ich danke Ihnen, wie die anderen Jungen waren noch "Pumpen" mich fr all das wert waren. 3 mehr Jungen verwendet den Mund, bis ich mit einer erstaunlichen Orgasmus, die mich eigentlich pass out fr ein paar Sekunden hatte explodiert. Nach einer kurzen Zeit sich zu erholen sie hatten mich auf meine Fe in der Mitte des Raumes. Wieder einmal Josh kam mit einem neuen Qual fr mich. Es war ein 4 Pint Plastikmilchflasche mit der Oberseite abgeschnitten und 4 Stck Schnur durch die Lcher in der Nhe der Spitze geschnitten geschleift. Er hatte mich meine Beine ffnen so weit wie ich konnte, und er kniete sich zwischen ihnen. Er ergriff meine Schamlippen auf der einen Seite und die angeschlossenen 2 Wscheklammern, um es. Als er das tat das gleiche auf der anderen Seite, lachte er, wie rot meine Mse war und dies wre wirklich meine Strafe zu beenden. Befestigte er dann die Enden der Schnur auf die Wscheklammern machen die Milchflasche hngen etwa 6 '' unter meine Muschi. Ich hatte schon den Zweck erraten, wie er zu den anderen, was es war fr erlutert. Sie sahen auf insgesamt Verwirrung bei, was ich tun wollte. Josh begann, mich zu verspotten und sagen, was eine ekelhafte kleine Schlampe ich war und wie mein Mann und meine Freunde hier sein sollte, mich so zu sehen. Einige der Jungs um mich herum, mir hart Beigeschmack zu meinem Boden macht die Flasche jiggle zwischen Fu meine Beine. Ein Junge eigentlich packte die Flasche und zog ihn nach unten zog meine Lippen hart. Es war dann konnte ich nicht mehr zurckhalten und stie einen log Festurinstrahl. Jeder brllte vor Lachen wie die Flasche mit meinem pee gefllt. Wenn der letzte dribbeln hatte in in die Flasche Ich wurde gemacht, um meine Hften schwingen, um die Flasche Schaukel machen lie. Die ganze Zeit war ich hart Empfangen Beigeschmack zu meinem Boden um mich zu ermutigen, um es schneller zu schwingen. Ich konnte es nicht in meinen wildesten Trumen haben eine weitere schndliche Strafe gedacht, und fragte sich, wie auf der Erde ein Junge seines Alters knnte es erfunden haben. Die Jungs wollten, dass ich mich durch die Aufnahme Ich liebte jede Sekunde davon noch mehr zu demtigen. Ich hatte zu sagen "danke Ihnen, dass meine Mse, die Behandlung, die sie verdient" und die ganze Zeit immer wieder gefragt, um weitere Schlge auf meine inzwischen leuchtend roten Arsch. Ich war gerade in ein anderes Gebude pee und fragte mich, ob meine Schamlippen gedehnt konnte das Gewicht zu nehmen wenn wir die Tr offen zu hren. "Scheie, es ist meine Eltern", schrie Josh. Ich fhlte mich jeden Nerv in meinem Krper schaudern vor Scham, als ich stie einen weiteren heien Schwall von Urin und die Jungs in ihren Tracks gestoppt. Alison ging in den Raum mit meinem Hschen in der Hand, hat die Jungen eine fast synchronisiert Seufzer, und sie stand vllig "gob schmatzte". "Jesus Emma Sie schmutzigen Kuh", und Sie josh gab sie einen spielerischen Klaps um seinen Kopf "Sie wenig sod Kinky". Die Jungen begannen, es Schuhe nach Hause gehen zu erhalten, wie Alison warnte sie nie jemanden zu sagen oder sie wrden nicht zu "spielen" mit mir. Sie sah genervt zu Sarah zu sehen und hrte unglubig, als sie erzhlte, wie sie mich fr einen "Spaziergang auf meine Fhrung" genommen hatte. Trotz nicht ganz einverstanden damit sie konnte nicht anders als zu lcheln an meinem Gesamt Demtigung. Josh kam auf mich zu, um die Zapfen von mir zu nehmen und brachte neue Schreie von mir, wie er etwa zog sie aus erster meine Brustwarzen dann meine Fotze Lippen. Eine letzte Sache, Frau Cavendish, grinste er und hielt die Milchflasche bis meine Lippen. Ich zgerte dies ging zu weit, ich knnte es nicht tun. "Sie sind der dumme kleine Mdchen, sagte sie nichts tun wrde", lachte er und vor diesen unglubigen Gesichtern Ich trank meine eigene Pisse aus der Flasche. Ich wollte diese letzte Demtigung, wie nie zuvor, und whrend ich trank, wie schnell ich konnte meine Fotze zitterte an einen anderen Orgasmus. Ich beendete die ganze Flasche und hatte sogar es tropfte mein Kinn und ber meine Titten als Alison luft schob mich durch die Tr " Raus du dreckige Hure ", spie sie. "Das nchste Mal machen ihre Pisse in ihrem eigenen Haus", sagte sie zu Josh, der gerade winkt mir zu. "Wir sehen uns in zwei Wochen Sie dumme Schlampe", lachte er.

Verloren im Bro Sandy war ein frischvermhltes; Sie und ihr Ehemann Jeff hatte nur 7 Monate zuvor geheiratet. Ihre Ehe war ein Traum so weit gewesen. Kurz nachdem sie involviert waren, hatte Sandy einen guten bezahlten Job als Sekretrin in einem kleinen Bro gefunden. Mit ihrer kombinierten Einkommen konnten sie das Haus ihrer Trume zu kaufen. Aber es dauerte fast jeden Cent, den sie hatten. Sie schneiden jeder Aufwand, sie konnten, um dieses Haus zu haben. Schneiden Coupons, Einkaufen nur auf doppelte Gutschein-Tag, packen Lunchpakete und Abendessen zu Hause, anstatt Sie zu essen. Beide wussten, dass in ein paar Jahren alles in Ordnung wre, aber jetzt musste sie jeden Cent zu sehen. Es hat sich gelohnt, ihren Traum zu haben. Wer, Sandy wusste wrde beschrieben sie als "niedlich", nicht wunderschn, nicht attraktiv, obwohl sie nur "s" war. Dies war wahrscheinlich wegen ihrer petite Gre und Figur. Kaum 5 Fu hoch und 100 Pfund sah sie einige Jahre jnger als 20, was, die Sie gerade gemacht hatte. Sie hatte eine feste sportliche Figur mit kleinen Titten und engen Arsch. Sandy wurde in einer sehr konservativen religisen Familie erzogen. Sie hatte selten datiert, bevor sie verlobt war und war stolz darauf, dass sie eine Jungfrau zum Altar gegangen war. Nun, da sie verheiratet war, sie genoss sexuelle Beziehungen, aber sie fhlte sich immer etwas umstndlich. Sie und ihr Mann experimentieren nicht viel. Aber Sandy war glcklich. Sie war verheiratet mit ein anstndiger Kerl, hatte einen guten Job und ein perfektes neues Zuhause. Es war alles, was sie im Leben wollte. Sandy war gut in ihrem Job und sie genossen es. Sie tat; haben Sie jedoch einen erheblichen Mangel am Arbeitsplatz " sie war immer zu spt. Egal, wie frh sie ihr, welche Zeit Alarm um sie ihre Uhren voraus zog, war sie immer zu spt. Und das ist, was sie bei der Arbeit in Schwierigkeiten geriet. Schlielich hatte eines Morgens, als Sandy fast war, eine halbe Stunde zu spt, ihr Boss genug. Dan rief Sandy in sein Bro, und fuhr fort, ihr Feuer, "Sandy, ich habe dir gesagt, ein Dutzend Mal oder mehr im letzten Monat ich brauche dich hier von 08:00. Jedes Mal, wenn Sie sagen, dass Sie hrter versuchen und es wird nicht wieder passieren. Aber ich kann mich nicht erinnern, das letzte Mal waren Sie hier rechtzeitig. Ich frchte, ich muss dich gehen lassen." "Bitte, es muss etwas sein. Ich verspreche, ich nie wieder zu spt sein werde." Dan antwortete: "Sie haben schon gesagt, aber hat es nicht geholfen" Sandy schluchzte, "aber ich kann diesen Job nicht verlieren. Wir verlieren unser Haus werde, mein Mann wird mich hassen, und ich so peinlich..." Die schluchzt und das Betteln der jungen Frau haben einen tiefgreifenden Einfluss auf Dan. Er fhlt sich wirklich leid fr sie. Aber er wei nicht, was zu tun ist. Fr einige Minuten hrt er nur ihr Schluchzen. Schlielich bietet er, "Wenn du irgendeinen Plan einfallen, die garantiert, dass Sie hier auf Zeit jeden Tag, dann vielleicht ich dir noch eine Chance geben knnen." Sandy hat ein hoffnungsvolles Lcheln ber ihr Schluchzen. "Wirklich, wie welche Art von Plan?" Dan, "Ich habe keine Ideen mehr, mssen Sie einen. Ich gebe Ihnen bis mittags um mir ein guter Plan. Wenn dieser Plan nicht funktioniert, werde nicht ich wieder zgern, Sie zu feuern. Und du kannst keine guten Referenzen mit Ihrer Langsamkeit erwarten. Mittagszeit, mein Bro, mit einem Plan. Und es ist besser, ein gutes Jahr." Sandy ging zurck zu ihrem Schreibtisch. Sie war erleichtert, dass sie noch den Job hatte, aber sie war erschrocken, dass sie es noch verlieren knnte. Der Gedanke an verlieren ihren Job, und dann sie nach Hause, und dann wahrscheinlich ihr Ehemann war auch einfach zu viel. Ihr Traum-Leben war erschtternde vor ihren Augen. Sie begann, Ideen aufzuschreiben. Ich komme um 07:30 jeden Morgen; Wenn ich zu spt komme, werde ich noch pnktlich zu 08:00 sein. Ich werde extra fr jede Minute, die ich spt dran bin, die Arbeit doppelt so lange extra, da ich zu spt komme. Sie knnen mein Gehalt Andocken 1 % fr jede minute zu spt, dass ich bin. Aber sie erkannte, dass keines dieser wirklich funktionieren wrde. Sie wre noch zu spt. Sie fhlte sich so hilflos. Wie ein Kind. Es war fast Mittag, und sie hatten eine ntzliche Idee. Dann eine seltsame Vorstellung getroffen. Ihr Vater verwendet, um sie zu verprgeln, wenn sie nicht gehorcht, die oft nicht, da sie hassten und die Spankings soviel frchteten. Sie war 16 das letzte Mal gewesen, das ihr Vater hatte sie verloren. Sie dachte, sie war viel zu alt fr eine Tracht Prgel, aber ihr Vater war streng und alt altmodisch. "Solange du unter meinem Dach lebst, wird nach meinen Regeln zu befolgen oder leiden meine Wahl der Strafen," sagte er. Und sie konnte die Strafe noch deutlich erinnern. Sie musste senken ihr Hschen auf die Knie, heben Sie ihren Rock auf dem Rcken und ein Esszimmer-Stuhl bcken. Ihr Vater verwendet seinen Grtel. 20 Peitschenhiebe auf ihre nackten Boden und die Spitzen ihrer Schenkel. Sie hatte Striemen 3 Tage danach. Danach so nicht Sandy Denk mal am Tag wieder raus schleichen. Das war's, sie frchtete, dass spanked genug, dass sie wusste, sie konnte es pnktlich zur Arbeit zu machen. Sie war so aufgeregt, dass sie einen Plan dafr, ihren Job, das die Peinlichkeit erklren Sie es ihrem Boss sogar berlegt bis Kreuz nicht, nachdem sie gestartet, ihm in seinem Bro zu sagen haben knnte. Sandy hatte brach in Dans Bro 10 Minuten bis zwlf rief, "Ich habe es. Ich wei, was funktioniert." Dan antwortete neugierig, "Ja?" "Spank me, wenn ich zu spt komme", platzte Sandy, bevor es ihr fiel sie gesagt hatte, was fr eine seltsame Sache. "Tanke?" Dan reagiert. Etwas kleinlaut hinzugefgt Sandy, "Ja. Ich meine, wenn Sie nichts dagegen haben. Ich wei, es klingt komisch. Aber es funktionierte immer wenn mein Vater. Ich meine, mehr wei ich nicht, das wrde. Tut mir leid, dass das viel zu seltsamen Klang. Ich denke, ich habe eine Idee. Es tut mir leid. Ich war verzweifelt, fr alles, was funktionieren knnte. Und alles, was, denen ich denken konnte war... vergessen Sie aber bitte sagte ich nichts. Es ist mir so peinlich. Ich werde gehen Sie einfach meine Sachen packen." Dan war fasziniert. Er war in etwas pervers, aber der Gedanke, eine Entschuldigung zu berhren, die Firma jung ein war richtig spannend. Er Freund oft ber Sandy, als er mit seiner Frau war. Eine Chance wie diese knnte in seinem Leben nie wieder passieren. Er konnte kaum sprechen, als er vorschlug, leise, "Sie glauben, dass es funktionieren wrde?" Sandy berlegte kurz ihre Antwort, sie war peinlich, aber der Gedanke an eine Tracht Prgel von ihrem Chef war weniger peinlich als alles, was sie fr getrumt hatte zu verlieren. Sprach sie schchtern, "Ich glaube wirklich, dass dies der Fall wre." "OK", antwortete Dan: "Ich bin bereit, es zu versuchen. Ich will dich dazu, ein Schreiben der Vereinbarung zu erklren, die Sie angefordert haben, um als Reaktion auf Ihre hufige Unpnktlichkeit verloren werden. Der Hinweis sollte sagen, dass die Idee ganz Ihre eigenen und dass Sie die Spankings mit keinen Zwang meinerseits zugestimmt haben. Wenn Sie den Brief abgeschlossen haben, kehren Sie in mein Bro mit einem signierten kopieren und dann erhalten Sie Ihre ersten Spanking, die Minuten Ihre waren spt heute. " Sandy verlie und die Notiz in ihren Computer eingegeben. Sie es gedruckt und lie es auf ihrem Schreibtisch sitzen. Sie sprte, dass die Unterzeichnung der Note ein neues Kapitel in ihrem Leben ffnen wrde. Schlielich kam Dan zu ihrem Schreibtisch, "gibt es ein Problem? Ich dachte, du eine Notiz in mein Bro mitbringst." Sandy nahm die Notiz und gefolgt von Dan in sein Bro. Dan sagte Sandy zu bcken und ihre Zehen berhren. Er bewunderte die Ansicht, dass ihre enge Khaki Langhose vorausgesetzt. Er war sicher, dass er die Konturen der ihre Schamlippen deutlich durch das dnne Material sehen konnte. Dan angekndigt, dass es wre ein Swat fr jedes der 27 Minuten, die spten Sandy am Morgen gewesen war. Er fuhr fort, seine nackten Hand gegen das dnne Material gestreckt ber Sandys unten verwenden. Er lie seine Hand an ihrer Unterseite fr einen kurzen Moment nach jeder Swat zu verweilen. Sandy bemerkte das kurze verweilen, aber dachte nicht viel ber, vor allem sie war erleichtert, dass es so schlimm, als die Spankings Tat nicht weh, die ihr Vater ihr gegeben hat. Sie bemerkte auch, dass es ihr ein wenig aufgeregt. Sie war entsetzt, dass ein anderer Mann berhren sie Auswirkungen auf ihr haben knnte, aber schnell als nur ihre Phantasie und Schuld abgetan, ber was darauf hindeutet das Spanking. Dan sagte die Rckkehr zu ihrem Schreibtisch. Er hat sein Bro den Rest des Tages verlassen. Am nchsten Tag war Sandy pnktlich. Aber Mittwoch spt war sie wieder, diesmal nur etwa zehn Minuten. Dan traf sie an der Tr, "Ich denke, es war zu viel, zu hoffen, dass ein wenig Spanking helfen wrde." Sandy unterbrochen, "Sie aufgerufen, die eine Tracht Prgel, das waren kaum Hhne. Eine echte Tracht Prgel knnte etwas Gutes getan haben." Als die Worte den Mund ging, konnte sie nicht glauben, dass sie es gesagt hatte. Weder konnte Dan. Er bat sie, ihre Idee eine echte Tracht Prgel zu erklren. Sandy zgerte bevor sie antwortete, aber welche Mglichkeiten sie an dieser Stelle haben. "Nun zunchst eine Rallye Spanking muss auf dem nackten Boden. Und macht mit der Hand sind nicht alles. Mein Dad benutzt immer einen Ledergrtel oder eine dnne Switch. Jeder Schlag hinterlie ihre Spuren." Dan war aufgeregt, nur hren. Er befahl ihr, gehen Sie in sein Bro und bereiten Sie sich fr die Spanking; Er wrde sie nach 5 Minuten folgen. Als Dan Bro betrat, Sandy hatte ihre Jeans aus und auf seinem Schreibtisch ordentlich gefaltet. Ihr Hschen nach unten gezogen wurden, um ihre Klber und sie wurde ber den Rcken von seinem Stuhl, Biegung, greifen halten der Armlehnen. Dan konnte seinen Augen kaum glauben. Sandys schnen Arsch gerade genug waren, die er deutlich ihre Muschi sehen konnte, die kaum von ihrem wispy blonde Haare ausgeblendet wurde. Spanking sie war nicht das erste, was durch den Kopf. "Hilf mir zu verstehen," sagte er. "Das macht mit der Hand sind das Aufwrmen." Sandy flsterte, "Ja". Dan fuhr fort, ihr krftig mit der Hand versohlen und Sie unbedingt zustzliche Aufmerksamkeit tief zwischen ihren Schenkeln. Mehrmals lie er seine Fingerspitzen Pinsel gegen ihre Fotze. Ihre gesamte untere war schnell erstrahlen. Als er stand zurck, um sein Werk zu bewundern, es schien, dass ihre Vulva geschwollen waren, vielleicht sogar feucht. Aber er war sich sicher, dass er nur seine eigene Erregung ihr projiziert wurde. Er war ein wenig wtend, dass er sie nur ficken konnte nicht, also nahm er sich seine Wut mit seinem Grtel. "Du warst heute 12 Minuten zu spt, ich erwarte, dass du aus jedem Strich mit dem Grtel zu zhlen." Dan zielte sorgfltig, quer durch die Striche fr den grten Schmerz. Nach den 12th -Strich begann Sandy aufzustehen. "Nicht so schnell", sagte Dan. "Sie haben noch 27 echte Striche von Montag gehen." Sandy schnappte nach Luft. Diese Striche verletzen. Schlimmer, als sie in Erinnerung. Und was, wenn ihr Mann gesehen der Marks, wie wrden sie ihnen erklren. Dan versucht, ein paar Striche des Riemens tief zwischen ihren Schenkeln, eine perfekt mit dem Ende des Riemens einrasten quadratisch auf Sandys Fotze landete landen sollen. Sie stie einen kleinen Schrei und Stand auf. "Da Sie, die man nicht zhlen, wir ber", sagte Dan. Als es fertig war, hatte Sandy 41 Schlge mit dem Grtel auf ihren Arsch und die Oberschenkel. Dan blieb in seinem Bro, ihr Kleid und Rckkehr bis zu ihrem Schreibtisch zu sehen. Sandy sa an ihrem Schreibtisch, den Rest des Tages habe nicht, aber sie viel Arbeit. Und nicht, weil sie so schwer verletzt. Stattdessen sie sa an ihrem Schreibtisch, darber nachzudenken, wie seltsam erregt sie war. Sie hielt in ihrem Sitz versucht, sanften Druck auf ihre Klitoris verlagert. Sie war so geil. Es war nicht, dass sie den Schmerz mochte; zumindest sie nicht gedacht. Es war wohl nur die unerwarteten Ereignisse. Je mehr Sandy darber nachgedacht, je weniger sie verstanden ihren Krper-Reaktion. Sie war nicht wirklich sicher, warum, aber sie war sicher, dass es die geilsten sie jemals gewesen war. Am nchsten Morgen Sandy mehrere verhngnisvolle Entscheidungen getroffen. Wie sie angezogen war, beschloss sie, an diesem Tag ein bisschen mehr provozierend kleiden. Sie nahm ein Outfit mit einem kurzen, dnnen Rock und einen engen Pullover. Dann einen Push-up-BH den Pullover schn aufzubrechen. Obwohl sie mit viel Zeit frh zur Arbeit von zu Hause hatte, whlte sie mehrmals um den Block zu fahren und kommen zu spt. Sie wollte nichts haben, der Schmerz fast so schlimm wie gestern ihr unten auch wund dafr wnschen war, selbst wenn sie es wollte. Aber sie musste wissen, ob es die gleiche Auswirkungen auf ihr wieder htte. Sie kam in 8 Minuten zu spt. Dan war wartet auf sie und sehr glcklich, dass sie bald wieder so spt war. Er hatte kaum geschlafen letzte Nacht, alles er denken konnte war, als er noch eine Chance, ihr spank erhalten knnte. Er hatte sogar aufgehrt, in den Baumarkt, ein dnner, flexibler Dbel zu kaufen, nur fr den Fall, dass htte er die Chance zu nutzen. Und er wrde viel frher, als er hatte zugelassen, dass er zu hoffen. Wenn nur sie hher gewesen, knnte also er es lnger verwenden. Dan geleitet sie in sein Bro. Er wusste, dass nun er eindeutig verantwortlich war. Er angewiesen, Sandy zu ganz ausgezogen. Sie machte eine Pause leicht auf diese Nachfrage, aber sie war so gefangen in ihrer eigenen Erregung, die sie nicht im geringsten zur Wehr setzen. Sie entkleidet und ihre Kleidung ordentlich auf Dans Schreibtisch gefaltet. Dan berrascht ihr sagt ihr da zu stehen, whrend er von nun an die Bro-Regeln beschrieben. Zunchst gbe es eine neue Kleiderordnung. Dan startet um eine Liste der zulssigen Kleidung zu nennen: " Kein Hschen oder BHS " Business Anzug mit Strumpfband und Strmpfe " Leder-Minirock " Weie Bluse, kurzen karierten Rock, Kniestrmpfe " Cheerleader " Kurze dnne plain sonne Kleid " Scout uniform " Franzsisch maid Nachdem Dan die akzeptable Kleidung aufgefhrt, erzhlte er Sandy, dass sie zwei Mglichkeiten htte. Sie konnten entweder am Arbeitsplatz bereits angezogen fr den Tag ankommen, oder sie konnten ankommen ausreichend frhen ndern in seinem Bro und trotzdem pnktlich beginnen. Wenn Dan nicht dachten, dass die Kleidung gewhlte Sandy akzeptabel war, wrde sie werden nach Hause geschickt zu verndern und wrde als spt, basierend auf ihre Ankunftszeit in akzeptable Kleidung. Sie wrden nach ihrer Langsamkeit diszipliniert werden. Dan sagte auch Sandy, dass beginnend mit diesem Spanking, alle zuknftige Strafen fr seine Rechtsschutz gefilmt werden wrde damit jeder Beobachter deutlich sehen konnte, dass die Strafen angemessen und nicht gentigt waren. Dan richten Sie die Videokamera auf einem Stativ und dann angewiesen Sandy ber den Stuhl beugen. Nachdem sie ber gebeugt wurde, forderte er, dass sie ihre Beine so verteilt, dass He Fe breiter als die Beine des Stuhls waren. Mit der Kamera fast direkt hinter ihr gemachten sandigen fhlte sich vllig. Dan nahm seiner Zeit. Zuerst sagte er, er wollte "den Schaden von gestern zu prfen." Eng, sah er mit seinem Finger entlang verschiedener der prominenten Striemen, insbesondere auf ihre Oberschenkel. Dann er jeweils ihre Arschbacken packte und ihr auseinander setzte sich noch weiter, um die Prfung zu vervollstndigen. Sandys Schwellung und Feuchtigkeit waren klar. So war Dan pulsierende Erektion. Dan begann die acht Striche. Langsam, mit einer langen pause zwischen jeder. Als er fertig war, sagte er Sandy, dass sie den Rock anziehen konnte, aber keiner der anderen Kleidung akzeptabel waren, so dass sie nur in seinem Schreibtisch bleiben wrde. Sie verbrachte den Rest des Tages nur ihren Rock an. Und ganzen Tag schien es, dass Dan hatte mehr Grnde als in der Regel kommen zu ihrem Schreibtisch oder rufen sie in sein Bro. Sandy war schockiert ber diese Entwicklungen; Es machte sie wie eine Hure zu fhlen. Sie dachte zu protestieren, aber sie brauchte den Job viel zu viel und zu diesem Zeitpunkt keinen Links in ihrem Kampf war schon weg. Sie wollte nicht, dass ihr Ehemann zu bemerken, was sie tragen wrden um zu arbeiten. So beschlossen sie, dass trotz der peinlichen ndern ihre Kleidung mit ihrem Chef beobachten jeden Morgen und Nachmittag, es viel besser wre, als zu versuchen, ihre pltzliche nderung in Sachen Stil zu ihrem Ehemann zu erklren. Die nchsten zwei Tage waren ziemlich ereignislos; Sie kamen frh zur Arbeit, gendert und ging ber ihren Tag. Ihr Chef haben keiner Besprechungen im Bro, so dass niemand bemerken konnte, ihre neue "Styles". Als sie am zweiten Tag ging, bemerkte sie, dass sie nicht so viel Glck morgen wre. Dan hatte mehrere Treffen im Bro an diesem Tag geplant. Sandy war langsam immer am nchsten Tag bereit. Mit dem Gedanken an mehrere Leute ins Bro kommen entscheiden nicht sie, was wre das beste Outfit zu tragen. Schlielich entschied sie, dass das "Schulmdchen" Aussehen auch schrecklich wre, aber die Zeit, die sie beschlossen hatte, sie fast 10 Minuten zu spt war. Schlimmer noch, hatte als sie im Bro, mit einer nderung der Kleidung in ihrer Sporttasche, kam Dan treffen bereits... in seinem Bro begonnen. Zwei der Vertriebsmitarbeiter des Unternehmens wurden mit Dan treffen. Sandy standen nervs vor der Tr. Die jngeren Vertriebsmitarbeiter, Joe, war Sandys Alter. Er hatte war single und gerade absolvierte das College und ein All-American Art aussehen. Sandy dachte immer, er wre irgendwie s. Die lteren Vertriebsmitarbeiter, Brent, war ein sportlich schwarzer in seinen frhen 40er Jahren. Sandy kannte ihn so gut, es war nicht, dass sie ein Rassist war, aber sie hatte nie verbrachte viel Zeit in schwarzen aufwachsen. Dan lasst sie fr mindestens ein oder zwei Minuten vor der Tr stehen. Sandy war deutlich nervs, wie sie von Fu zu Fu verlagert. Dan lud sie ins Bro und fragte sie, was falsch war. Sandy antwortete: "nichts, wirklich." "Dann mchten Sie uns sagen, warum Sie an der Tr Sandy gestanden haben"? "You know..." sagte sie." Ich bin nicht sicher, bitte teilen Sie uns alle Sandstrand. " Beschreiben die Anordnung vor anderen Leuten war das Schlimmste, was Sandy je in ihrem Leben erlebt hatte. Sie stammelte, fast flsternd, "Nun, weit du, ich habe dieses Problem. Ich bin, wie immer ein wenig spt dran. Und Dan war mit diesem Problem wirklich verrgert erhalten; Er sagte sogar, da er mich ausgelst werden knnte, wenn ich konnte nicht meine Gewohnheiten zu ndern. Also er, auch nicht wirklich, es war meine Idee, wie auch immer, ich bat ihn, mich zu verprgeln, wenn ich spt war, um mich eines besseren zu belehren. Und er wurde, und ich mache besser. Und er macht auch mir andere Kleidung im Bro und auch jeden Morgen ich zieh hier, aber Sie sind alles hier drin. Und..." "Jede Minute, die Sie warten, um zu ndern, fgen Sie wird einfach auf deine Strafe, und unsere sales Meeting knnte gehen den ganzen Tag" Dan hinzugefgt. Sandy begann zgernd zu verndern. Wenn sie sich etwas von den drei Mnnern verstecken wollte, bestand Dan, dass sie Schritt nher und stellen ihnen. Sie wollte ihr am besten pflegen ihre Bescheidenheit, ihr Hemd zuerst ndern, sodass es ist Lnge partielle Abdeckung wrde ihre Schamgegend whrend sie in ihren Rock gendert. Sie dachte, dass sie ein wenig wie Stripperinnen, nachfhlen muss wie alle drei Mnner eng sie angestarrt. So, wie sie aktiviert lassen, sprach Dan, "Du musst noch verloren werden, nun da Sie endlich bereit sind es 23 Minuten zu spt. Da Sie jeder von uns warten gehalten, denke ich, alle drei von uns werden Sie verprgeln. Joe informiere ich Sie zuerst gehen. Whlen Sie jede Implementierung aus der Schreibtischschublade gewnschte sagen Sandy welche Position Sie soll fr die Spanking bernehmen und fahren mit ihren 23 geben." Joe sagte Sandy ber seine Knie beugen und das Paddel ausgewhlt. Bevor die Strafe begann, konnte Sandy Joes pulsierende Erektion spren. Sie beschlossen, dass es wre lustig zu sehen, wie erregt sie ihn bekommen konnte von Winden auf seinem Scho whrend der Tracht Prgel, mit ein wenig Glck sie bekmen ihre Muschi richtig gegen ihn. Ihr Plan gearbeitet, sie fhlte kaum die Spanking, war sie so versessen auf die Positionierung ihrer Winden. Auerdem Joe war begeistert, aber er nicht besonders hart versohlen. Nachdem Joe fertig war, lchelte Sandy sich denken, dass sein Fall von blauen Kugeln wahrscheinlich mehr als ihre Unterseite verletzen wrde. Dieser Gedanke wrde bald verschwinden, wenn Brent bernahm. Brent ausgewhlt einen Birke-Schalter. Er begann mit Sandy setzte sich ihre Beine leicht und berhren Sie ihre Zehen. Der Gedanke, bestraft und dominiert eine weie Frau begeistert Brent, und er den Schalter mit groer Macht und Ziel. Jeder Strich-Kreuzung leicht ber eine vorhergehende. Nach ber 8 oder 9 Striche, sagte er, "Ich habe nicht gezhlt wurden, haben Sie" Sandy erwiderte, Nein sie gewesen. "OK dann vermute ich, dass wir beginnen knnen, zhlen nun eine..." Sandy protestierte, dass dies nicht fair war. Brent sagte ihr, aufzustehen und ihr Hemd zu entfernen. Wenn sie es tat, informiert er ihr, dass es Zeit war, erhielt sie den Rest der Striche irgendwo, die es noch mehr Schaden wrde, ber ihre kleinen Titten. Sie schaute sich ber Dan, der ja nur nickte, und Brent begann dann mit seinen gut platzierten Schlgen. Es so schwer verletzt, und sie konnte sehen, gleich welche ernsten Marken es wollte verlassen. Die Strafe schien ewig, bis es endlich aufgehrt. Brent hatte eine sly Grinsen, wie er bewunderte sein Werk, er htte nie eine Chance wie diese wieder. Er wagte einen Antrag "Dan, wre es OK If auch gab ihr die Strafe von dir?" Sehen Sie die Freude in Brents Gesicht und die Furcht in Sandy's, war es eine leichte Entscheidung. "Natrlich, wenn Sie den Grtel verwenden mchten, wie ich es geplant hatte." Sandy war erleichtert, als sie erwartet wurde, zu knien. Diese Erleichterung letzter nicht, Brent begann mit dem Grtel auf ihren Oberschenkel. Und dann ihren Krper verraten sie, die Schlge und die Demtigung drehten sie auf und es fing an, in ihre feuchten, geschwollenen Lippen zeigen. Oh wie sie Brent hoffte gar nicht bemerkt. Aber Dan genannt jedermanns Aufmerksamkeit auf sich, bringen sogar die Video-Kamera und Licht fr eine Nahaufnahme. Wenn es fertig war, Sandy schnell angezogen und kehrte zu ihrem Schreibtisch zurck. Sie dachte ganzen Nachmittag ber wie sie einfach aufhren, aber wie erklren sie es. Und was wrde Dan mit den Videos. Sie war gefangen und sie wusste es. Dan beschlossen, es war Zeit, herauszufinden, wie weit er dieses Projekt drcken knnte. Sandstrand ist Widerstand schien vllig gebrochen durch das Videoband. Und Dan hatte so viele Phantasien, dass er noch nie, Stimme gewagt hatte, aber jetzt hier eine Chance war zu haben, sie alle wahr. Er genoss nur welcher Reihenfolge seine Antrge zu grbeln. Er frchtete, wenn er zu schnell verschoben, Sandys starke Charakter wieder aufstehen wrde und sie den Mut haben, lassen Sie ausben wrde. Auf der anderen Seite, wenn er zu langsam verschoben, mglicherweise sie auch Zeit, ihre Gelassenheit wieder zu erlangen. Heute war der Tag, an dem, den es beginnen wrde. Es war die Zeit vom Spanking zu vollwertigen Bondage, Disziplin und Geschlecht wechseln. Er brauchte, um sie vollstndig zu beherrschen. Leider war Sandy pnktlich heute zur Arbeit. Sie hatte zu einem schnen Frhlingstag, aktiviert die kurzen dnnen Sommerkleid und legte es auch auf zu Hause. Dan war so enttuscht, er brauchte einen neuen Plan. Es war Zeit, die Grnde dafr Spankings zu erweitern. Sandys Arbeiten der letzten Tage gewesen sub Par. Tippfehler und Fehler in den Briefen, die er vorgegeben hatte, und ein paar Rechnungen, die spt ausgehen gewesen. Er rief Sandy zu seinem Bro. "Ziehen Sie aus und bereiten Sie sich auf bestraft werden" "Aber warum, ich war bei der Arbeit heute frh" protestierte sie. "Ja, habe ich bemerkt. Aber die Qualitt Ihrer Arbeit ist inakzeptabel. Nur weil Sie hier pnktlich sind, bedeutet das nicht, dass Sie ungestraft schlampige Arbeit leisten knnen. Nun, da wir wissen, wie man Sie richtig zu motivieren, ist es Zeit, die Sie damit begonnen, die Art der Mitarbeiter geworden, die ich erwarten wrde, haben." Sandy schluchzte sie entfernt ihr Sommerkleid, gefaltet es und legte es auf Dans Schreibtisch. Sie Stand schweigend warten Dans Anweisungen fr ihre Strafe. "Steigen Sie an der Rezeption und am Rande mit Ihre Knie auseinander, Verbreitung lag Ihr Gesicht nach unten auf den Tisch zu Knien Sie, so dass dein Arsch hoch in die Luft gehoben wird. Ich will ein gutes Ziel." Er beauftragt. Sandy Tat wie ihr gesagt wurde. Dan entfernt den Rasierer Riemen aus seinem Schreibtisch. Es war immer seine Lieblings implementieren. Er fing an Striche auf jede Wange an die oberen Teile von ihrem inneren Schenkel und ber ihre Muschi direkt anwenden. Nach ein paar Dutzend Schlge und mehrere besonders gut platzierte Schlge in der Nhe von Klitoris ausgesprochen, dass Dan sagte: "dies einfach nicht tun. Ich kann nicht sagen, wie viel Einfluss ich habe, weil Sie zu viel Haar haben. Du musst es abrasieren. Ich halte einen Rasierer und Rasierschaum in der Badezimmer-Schrank zu erfrischen fr Meetings, bitte holen sie und bringt sie sofort wieder her." Sandy noch zgerte nicht, nicht aufhren um zu denken, was gestellt wurde. Dan sah, Videokamera ausgefhrt, wie Sandy ihre nackten Biber sorgfltig rasiert. Sandy war nicht zum Rasieren es und ohne Lotion war es schnell rot und gereizt. Dan nutzten die Gelegenheit, ein wenig von seinem Aftershave Splash auf die gereizte Haut verursacht Sandy zu laut schreien. Sandy aufgestanden, zu verlassen, aber Dan aufgehalten. "Ich noch nicht fertig Ihre Prgel noch, bitte fortsetzen Ihrer Strafe-Position" Sandy wimmerte, "bitte das ist nicht genug fr ein paar kleine Fehler." "Es ist gerade diese Haltung, das ich versuche, mehr Beweise fr Sie Faulheit loswerden. Es gibt keine solchen Sachen wie kleine Fehler. Sicherlich muss ich komplett mit deine Strafe neu anzufangen." Sandy langsam kletterte wieder auf den Schreibtisch und begann wieder ihre Position. Dan hatte ein neues Spielzeug im Sinn, eine sehr dnne Kunststoff-Hundeleine. Er hatte versucht, es auf seinen Arm, und es hatte einen scharfen Stachel, der besser als alles andere, was er versucht hatte. Er konnte es kaum erwarten, Sandys Reaktion zu sehen, wie es wrde um ihre Oberschenkel Kurve und knpfen Sie vor kurzem rasiert Pussy Lippen. Die ersten paar Striche verwendet er den Rasierer-Gurt auf ber force. Er wollte von seinem neuen Spielzeug sehr dramatisch zu berraschen. Schwingen so schnell wie er konnte, whrend noch trifft sein Ziel tot auf, verwendet Dan zum Kunststoff Leine. Der Stachel berrascht Sandy so viel, das sie sprang auf und war neben dem Schreibtisch. Dies war sogar noch besser als er erhofft hatte. "Sandy, da man selbst in der richtigen Position halten kann muss ich Sie dort zu binden." Sandy, protestierte kurz, aber Dans Erinnerungen ber den Auftrag und die Videobnder, die er jetzt schnell niedergeschlagen hatte, ihr Widerstand zu halten. Als sie wieder auf den Tisch kletterte er ihre Knie auseinander an die Tischbeine gebunden und dann gezwungen, ihren Oberkrper nach unten, indem man ihre Arme wieder um ihre Beine. Sobald sie in der Lage war, informiert Dan ihr, dass er msste wieder neu anzufangen und er wollte ihr "extra" Aufmerksamkeit zu schenken, da sie so viel von seiner Zeit heute Morgen verschwendet hatte. Sie wusste nur was "Extras", die er im Sinn hatte. Als er begann, erinnerte sie Dan, dass zu jedem Zeitpunkt, dass sie ihn beenden wollte, sie konnte nur so sagen und verlassen. Natrlich erinnerte er sie, er wrde ihr Feuer und dann entscheiden, ob er die Videobnder zu jedermann schicken wollte. Sandy konnte nie den Gedanken nicht ertragen, den er die Bnder an ihren Ehemann oder einer ihrer Freunde aus der Kirche, senden knnte, Erniedrigung sogar grer als abgefeuert von einem Job wre. Es wrde eine Menge fr sie Stop sagen dauern. Dan begann wieder mit den Rasiermesser-Gurt. Zurren wieder in den gleichen Bereichen, die er schon frher begonnen hatte. Diesmal hat er zurckhalten. Bald waren Sandys Arsch und Oberschenkeln hellrot berall vom Gurt. Dies wrde zweifelsohne Striemen lassen, aber es war schwer zu sagen, wo man wrde am Ende und die nchste beginnen wrde. Sandy war Schluchzen, war nichts hatte sie jeden Filz diesem schmerzhaft. Dann begann Dan mit der Kunststoff Leine arbeiten vor allem an ihren Innenseiten der Oberschenkel und Fotze. Jeder Strich stach mehr als Sandy htte vorstellen kann. Als er ihre inneren Schenkel mit Strichen durchzogen, die scharfen Verbrennung produzierte ein langweiliger Hitze tief im Inneren Sandy. Dan angehalten seine Strafe um sein Werk zu bewundern. Er brachte einige Aloe-Vera-Lotion und begann entlang der deutlichen Striemen anwenden, die die Leine verlassen hatte. Er sagte Sandy, dass er wollte, dass ihre Haut beschdigt zu sein. Als er die Striemen die Lotion eingerieben, folgte er die Linien entlang den inneren Oberschenkel und ber ihre Muschi. Die Soft-Touch und khlen Lotion hat Schockwellen durch Sandys Krper. Sandy vermietet ein lautes Keuchen, als sie zum Orgasmus begann. Dan gefragt, wenn sie ihn zu stoppen, wollte, sie bat, "Bitte, Nein, weiter machen." Er weiterhin sorgfltig die Lotion anwenden halten sie am Rande des anderen Orgasmus. Dann kehrte er nach Rasiermesser Schlaufe. Der schnelle Wechsel von sanften Liebkosung zu scharfen Schmerz war dramatisch. Aber Sandy wollte ihre Hften zu den Gurt Fotze treffen zu bewegen. Sie brauchte es so dringend berhrt werden; jede Berhrung war besser als gar keine. Aber Dan gehalten bewegt die Striche, direkten Kontakt zu vermeiden. Das, was er nahm den Gurt in der einen Hand und einen groen Vibrator in der anderen abgeholt. Sandy nicht sehen, was passiert, aber wenn er ihn gegen ihre Klitoris ordnete und es eingeschaltet, Sandy hatte den unglaublichsten Orgasmus durch ihren ganzen Krper zu schtteln. Die Kontraktionen in ihre Muschi waren so stark, dass sie zum ersten Mal in ihrem Leben buchstblich ihre Schmierung auf den Schreibtisch und den Boden gespritzt. Es war eine Anzeige. Der Orgasmus schien ewig. Dan sprte, dass dies die beste Zeit, dies weiter zu drcken. Mit einer Hand um sie mit dem Vibrator zu necken, entfernt Dan seine Hose mit der freien Hand. Vorausschauende Planung, hatte er einen kleinen Schemel in der Nhe von seinem Schreibtisch platziert. Er benutzte sie jetzt um seine Hhe perfekt um ihr geben von hinten zu positionieren. Er entfernt den Vibrator und begann seinen Schwanz entlang der Innenseite ihrer Lippen zu reiben. Dann fragte er, "Willst du mich?" Sandy flsterte, "Ja" Dan antwortete: "Was soll ich tun" sagte sie, "Fick mich" Dan antwortete: "Lauter, ich kann dich nicht hren" Sandy fast schrie, "Bitte Fick mich jetzt!"Mit einem Federstrich trat er ganz in ihr. Sie schob mich, um ihn zu treffen. Da nahm er seine Zeit langsam herausziehen wieder ganz und betreten sie dringend wieder, er verwendet ihre Nsse, um den Vibrator zu schmieren und begann einfgen in ihr Rektum. Am Anfang gab es erheblicher muskulrer Widerstand, aber in wenigen Augenblicken es lenkte und der Vibrator tief in Sandy war. Das Gefhl von Flle von den Doppelpenetration war immens. Sandy hatte einen anderen Orgasmus fast sofort. Die intensiven Kontraktionen waren mehr als Dan tolerieren knnte, da er schnell seine Ladung geleert tief in ihr drin. Verbracht, aber immer noch aufgeregt durch seine Beherrschung weiter Dan seinen Plan. Dan lste ihre Arme und zog vor ihr. Sandys Kopf war immer noch schwindelig. Dan auf dem Schreibtisch vor ihr kniete und befahl ihr mich aus "reinigen". Sie begann lecken und saugen seinen Schwanz, Verkostung, sich selbst und seinem Sperma. Sie hatte sich stets geweigert, mndlich jemanden, sogar ihr Ehemann service. Doch denken sie jetzt nicht einmal zweimal darber. Dan war bald wieder hart. Ohne jeglichen Kommentar er wieder hinter ihr ging und ging sie erneut. Sie nicht zu protestieren. Nachdem Sie ihre Muschi wieder fr einige Minuten genossen, gendert Dan Positionen um ihren Hintern zu gelangen. Ein starker Schlag, und er war tief in ihr drin. Sie war wunderbar eng. Er hatte nie in den Arsch einer Frau, aber bald dachte, die so dicht, wie es war, dass er es wirklich genieen konnte. Er war berrascht, wie schnell er wieder kam. Er lie sie dort fr einige Minuten mit Sperma tropft aus beiden Lchern gebunden. Er fgte hinzu, einige digitale Bilder zu dem Video, das er bereits ausgefhrt wurde. Er lie sie kleiden und zurck zu ihrem Schreibtisch aber ausdrcklich Verbot ihr von Abwasch. Er informiert sie, dass er spter persnlich berprfen wrde, um sicherzustellen, dass sie keine Bemhungen, sich sauber gemacht hatte. Natrlich alle das Sperma gesickert, Frbung ihr Sommerkleid und Trocknen auf ihren Schenkeln. Dann schickte er sie auf einige Einkaufsmglichkeiten Besorgungen fr das Bro. Der Card-Shop, der Bank, Bro-Versorgungsmaterial-Speicher und das Postamt. Sie war sich sicher, dass jeder Sie seltsamerweise suchte, dass jeder wusste, was sie gemacht hatte. Der Geruch musste gewaltig sein, und die getrockneten Flecken auf ihrer Sonne kleiden. Sie versucht, jede Aufgabe so schnell wie mglich, zu beenden, ohne Blickkontakt mit niemandem. Wie knnte dies Dan tun mit ihr. Da sie im Bro verndert hatte nicht, hatten sie nichts zu ndern, zu Hause tragen nicht. Sie hoffte nur, sie wre ihr Mann nach Hause. Das provokative Kleid ohne jeden BH wre schwer genug ist, zu erklren, aber in ihrem aktuellen Zustand wre es unmglich. Sie forderte Bro ihres Mannes auf dem Vorwand Abendessen zu reservieren, als er dachte, er wre zu berprfen wollen nach Hause. Zu ihrer Erleichterung musste er spt arbeiten. Sie treffen fr ein sptes Abendessen in der Nhe von seinem Bro vorgeschlagen, aber lehnte er sagte er knnte wirklich spt und schlug sie pickup einige Chinese Carryout und er Aufheizen wrde es wenn er nach Hause kam. "Perfect" sie vor sich selbst lchelte. Sie Startseite strzte und sich aus in der Dusche gereinigt, bis das heie Wasser lief vllig aus. Sie sorgfltig prfte alle die Striemen und Lotion auf die meisten unterschiedlichen Marken. Sie nahm ein langes Nachthemd und Boxer-Shorts, die ihre Marken und ihr frisch halten wrde rasierte Fotze ausgeblendet. Als die zweite Nacht ihre Vereinbarung bei der Arbeit war sie kalt, um alle Forderungen ihres Mannes gewesen. Zum Glck war er nicht zu verdchtig noch, da sie oft ging Woche ohne"in der Stimmung." Dass zweite Nacht wann Dan ihr hart verloren hatte, ist sie gekommen Zuhause so geil. Sie wollte dieses Gefhl mit ihrem Ehemann. Sie beschlossen, ihn am Abend verfhren. Sie ging sogar so weit, vllig untypisch, handeln einige Rollenspiele vorschlagen. Sie trug das Magd-Dessous-Outfit, das ihr Ehemann hatte sie die Hochzeitsreise (diejenige, die sie so sehr gehasst) gekauft. Sie schlug vor, dass sie ein Junge, "schlechten" Mdchen sein wollte. Sie hatte ihre Pflichten ignoriert und jetzt die einzelnen reiche Herr des Hauses wrde fr schlecht verhauen und dann ihre Jungfrulichkeit. Er war berrascht von dieser pltzlichen "nderung" in seiner Ehefrau aber verschwendet keine Zeit es zu nutzen. Zu ihrer Enttuschung war die Tracht Prgel vllig glanzlos. Richtig, dachte sie, dass er ihr keinen verletzen wollte. Es htte etwas die Wirkung nicht, die Dans Strafe hatten. Sie ging durch alle die Bewegungen, dass sie selbst genoss. Ihr Ehemann, Jeff, fertig in Rekordzeit. Vielleicht war es die Neuheit der Rollenspiele oder Sandys pltzlich aggressive Stimmung, in jedem Fall war es ein total Flop fr sie. Heute Abend Jeff nach Hause kam frher als er gedacht hatte, dass er ber das Telefon knnte. Sehen seine Frau frisch gereinigt, riecht s von der Lotion und bereits in Nachtwsche, er irrtmlich kombiniert diese Informationen mit ihren Wunsch essen gehen und dachte, dass sie "verfhren" ihn an diesem Abend interessierte. In der Tat war er berzeugt, dass der Fall war. Als Sandy all seine Fortschritte ablehnte wurde er sehr zornig und es ein heftigen Streit. Normalerweise war Jeff sehr passiv ber Sex, wollte nicht verrgern seiner Frau oder als eine Art Tier betrachtet werden. Aber er war so sicher, dass er las, dass er richtig Anzeichen dafr, dass er bestimmte gewesen. Beide gingen ins Bett wtend und Jeff war bald schlafen. Sandy konnte nicht schlafen. Sie fhlte sich schuldig, dass sie keine bessere Frau und einfach geworfen und stellte sich in die Nacht. Schlielich begann etwa 1 morgens, zu wissen, dass sie ihre Schuld beiseite zu schieben konnte keinen Plan zu formulieren. Das Zimmer war dunkel, so dass ihr Mann keine Abdrcke gesehen wrde nicht. Und wenn sie die Fhrung bernahm, whrend er noch halb eingeschlafen war, wrde er wohl nie feststellen, dass sie rasiert war. Und wenn doch, vielleicht knnte sie einfach sagen sie war gelangweilt und etwas anderes versuchen wollte. Aber er wrde nicht wahrscheinlich einmal bemerken. Es wrde zu stampfen sie gerade sein und dann wieder genauso schnell in den Schlaf. Sie zog die Boxershorts, aber habe das Nachthemd auf. Es war sehr selten, dass sie mit sich selbst gespielt, in der Tat hatte sie nicht seit sie ein Teenager war, aber aus irgendeinem Grund, sie fhlte sich jetzt gezwungen. Vielleicht wenn sie aufgeregt genug war wrde nicht dann sie umkehren kann. Nach einer Weile sie erreichte ber und spielte sanft mit sowie seine Mnnlichkeit. Er war hart, fast sofort, aber immer noch zu schlafen schien. Sie fragte sich, wie weit sie gehen knnte, whrend er noch schlief. Jeff schlief immer nackt, und er schlief auf dem Rcken. Sie zog die Decke zurck langsam, gespreizt Jeffs Bauch und fhrte ihn sanft in ihr. Er begann aufzuwachen. "Tut mir leid, dass ich frher so eine Schlampe war, lassen Sie mich das wieder gutmachen, was sie ihm ins Ohr flsterte, bevor sie anfing zu knabbern sanft an seinem Hals. Jeff war nicht sicher, ob er wach war oder trumen an, zuerst, wahrscheinlich trumen da Gemahlin He fast nie Sex initiiert und nie hatte an der Spitze sein wollte. Aber langsam dmmerte es ihm, dass er wach war und dies war wirklich passiert. Mit der pent up Energie hatte er von Sex erwartet, viel frher am Abend und die Aufregung seiner Frau Selbstbewusstsein, das er nur ein paar Minuten dauerte. Fast so schnell war er wieder eingeschlafen. Am Morgen war Sandy zu mde, um zur Arbeit zu bewegen. Jeff versucht, ermutige sie aufstehen, damit wre sie nicht zu spt zur Arbeit, aber der Mangel an Schlaf und die verbrauchte Energie sie erschpft lie hatte. Sie konnte nicht einmal aufstehen denken und bereit fr die Arbeit. Sie endete fast 90 Minuten spt zur Arbeit. Sie wusste, dass Dan wtend wre, so dass sie einen Plan festgelegt. Er mochte es immer am besten, wenn sie in seinem Bro gendert. Und das Schulmdchen-Outfit war eindeutig sein Liebling. Sie setzen auf ihre sexy Unterwsche und eine sehr konservative Business-Anzug, ordnete ihr Haar in einem Brtchen, und setzen Sie auf ein paar Requisiten-Glser, die sie aus einer Laune heraus gekauft hatte. Sie kamen im Bro und auf ganz die Show, die vor ihm ndern. Vielleicht konnte sie verhindern, dass ihm zu sauer und die Folgen zu begrenzen. Seinerseits hatte Dan herausgefunden, dass Sandy schob zu weit am Vortag beenden, nachdem sein. So war er meist nur froh, sie zu sehen und zu halten, ihre Spielchen. Und wenn sie so verfhrerisch kam, er wusste, dass dies gut zu sein.

Die demtigende Ausbildung von Emma Emma Keine Schlpfer [email protected] Teil 1 Mein Freund (James) hat immer gesagt, ich war ein verzogenes Gr und immer meine eigene bekam Weg und um ehrlich zu sein hatte ich ihn um meinen kleinen Finger gewickelt. Meine Eltern waren ganz gut aus und ich in der Regel, was ich wollte, habe ich immer noch schaffen, bekommen, was ich will jetzt aber leider mein Hintern hat, dafr zu zahlen. Mein Untergang zu einem "naughty little schoolgirl "begann in den unglaublichsten von Umstnden und es war weit von einer Privatsache. Im Sommer gingen wir zu mit meinem besten Freund zu bleiben (Sharon) in Cornwall, die sich einen Ferienjob dort unten gekommen war. Nach einer langen Fahrt kamen wir in ihr kleines Huschen gemietet, und ich war berrascht, sie hatte einen fand sich einen Freund, der mit ihr wohnte. Ich war noch mehr berrascht , herauszufinden, er nur 18 Jahre alt war (Sharon ist Dreiundzwanzig und ich bin fnfundzwanzig) und er die typische Buchen bum Typ war. Er schien mir auszuziehen seine Augen, als er als Greg eingefhrt wurde und sagte, er leeringly wie er freute sich , einen "noblen Vogel wie mich zu treffen und war gespannt, mich auf der Buche. Ich errtete vor Scham, und ich war froh, als er James gebeten, die gehen Kneipe mit ihm und Sharon und ich waren links, um auf die alten Zeiten zusammen aufzuholen. Sharon war immer ein bisschen mehr Abenteuer als ich und hatte ihren fairen Anteil an den Freund aber Greg war nicht die bliche Art, sie in der Regel ging fr ltere Leute mit Geld. Sie schockiert mich zunchst sagen, wie sie sich nur mit seinem Krper fr eine Weile , und tatschlich hat mich mit einigen der Dinge, die sie sagte, sie stand auf, um. Die errten Haus war recht klein und aus irgendeinem Grund waren wir angesichts der Schlafzimmer, die eine hatte begehbaren Kleiderschrank mit allen Sharon und Greg Kleidung in. In dieser Nacht, so wie wir waren immer bereit fr Bett der Schlafzimmertr geffnet und in ging Greg, war ich sa auf dem Bett nackt und er nicht einmal blinzelte . "Strt mich nicht", lchelte er und fuhr fort, etwas fr morgen tragen zu bekommen. James lachte mich nur an sa mit meinem Mund in Schock offen und sagte mir, um sich zu entspannen wir im Urlaub. Am nchsten Tag Sharon hatte, zu arbeiten und mich und James verbrachte den Tag auf der Buche. Ich kaufte einen neuen Badeanzug und James hatte groe Freude in mir peinlich, indem er mir , dass er ziemlich viel meine Schamhaare wo sie befreien sich zwischen meinen konnte sehen, wie ich die Beine bewegt. Ich verbrachte fast den ganzen Tag Einstellung des Materials sowohl zurck und vorne, wie es zwischen meinen Hintern-Backen gezogen. Am Abend gingen wir alle fr einen Drink und nach ein paar Bier James lachend sagte Greg ber mein Kostm. Sie alle fanden es sehr amsant und Greg gedemtigt mich mehr durch das Angebot zu geben, meine Busch ein wenig trimmen als wir zurckkamen. Als wir wieder in die Htte wir hatten einige Getrnke und Greg nahm eine Schere und verkndete: "Es ist Zeit fr die Dame die Haare schneiden ". Sharon und James packte mich und legte mich auf den Boden, und obwohl ich war ein wenig betrunken ich schien nicht in der Lage, um zu protestieren, wie mein Rock war um meine Taille gezogen. Alles, was ich fhlen konnte, war die khle Luft zwischen meinen Beinen, als er auf dem Boden kniete. Sharon und meine so genannten Freund waren in hysterisch, als er zog meinen Slip zur Seite und fing an, Clip entfernt. Ich war machtlos gegenberstehen und ich haben sogar dort, als Sharon und James lie mich gehen. Nach ein paar Minuten zu mir verkndete er "alles getan", und dann wurde mir gesagt, zu gehen und in meinem Badeanzug setzen fr sie alle zu sehen. Kleinlaut ging ich nach oben und legen Sie sie auf, schien ich hypnotisiert auf diese absurd verhalten werden. Wieder nach unten musste ich vor jedem von ihnen stehen, um zu sehen, ob sie konnten sehen, jede streunende Scham Haar ragte aus meinem Kostm. Greg dann kam auf mich zu und ergriff die Seiten meiner Badehose, mit beiden Hnden hob er fast meinen Fen der Boden, als er zog es schwer zwischen meinen Beinen. "Das ist besser", besttigte er, und dann einmal mehr hat die Schere bis zum Ende der richtig, sagte er. Nachdem er gesagt, bleiben so fr den Rest der Nacht und gemacht, um die Getrnke zu holen endlich alle war es Zeit frs Bett. Trotz der lcherlichen Tortur ich gerade erfahren Ich war unglaublich geil. Die Tatsache nicht unbemerkt von meinem Freund und er nahm mich auf meinen Knien ber das Bett viel strker als blich. Eine kurze Zeit spter wurde er mich wieder Einschrauben und er sprach mit mir ber das, was gerade war passiert. Sex war in der Regel ziemlich langweilig und mit langsamen sanften Schben er mich wirklich aufgearbeitet, "Sie genossen, dass nicht wahr", neckte er "Greg wei, wie setzen Sie in Ihrem Ort, "trug er bei. Mit einem Gefhl der Aufregung, wie ich noch nie bekannt, bevor ich stimmte zu und ich schrie zu den besten Orgasmus meines Lebens James erzhlte mir, dass die Dinge anders sein von nun an. Beim Frhstck hatte sie mich wieder rot, als Sharon sagte, es sei klar, dass ich mich letzten genossen Nacht. Meine ganze Persnlichkeit schien sich verndert zu haben, und ich war nicht mehr der fern Snob, der ber jeder war aber ein sanftmtiger manieriert kleines Mdchen unter der Kontrolle von meinen sogenannten Freunden. Leider ist fr mich die Dinge liefen viel schlimmer werden und entschieden mehr schmerzhaft. In der Kneipe in der Nacht Greg begann ein Gesprch ber die Rolle von einer Freundin und es war voll von arroganten sexistischen Schwachsinn wie alle Mnner trumen. Er fuhr fort, zu behaupten, dass Mnner sollten das Mdchen ber ihr setzen Knie fr eine Tracht Prgel einmal in eine Weile, um sie in ihrem Platz zu halten. Dann sah mich an , sagte er, dass er ber einige Frauen, die tatschlich mochte das Gefhl von einem gelesen hatte, "schlug bum. Bevor ich sprechen sie beschlossen htten, Greg Theorie heraus testen und ich war eine Tracht Prgel versprochen statt eines Haarschnitt als wir zurckkamen zu der Htte. Er fhrte das Gesprch mit den Worten, wie sein Onkel hat eine groe Sammlung von "spanking Magazine" in seinem Schuppen und Greg hatte ihnen das Lesen fr ein paar Jahre. James schockiert mich zunchst sagen, wie er gerne einige sehen von ihnen und vielleicht Greg erhalten sollen einige so knnte sie bekommen eine Vorstellung ist, was mit mir spter. Beide gingen ab wie mehr als begeistert die Schler, um etwas aus und ich war allein mit Sharon verlassen. Sie merkten an, wie ich mich verndert hatte, und sie konnte nicht glauben, wie ich war so alles mit mir geschehen. Aus irgendeinem unbekannten Grund fand ich mich meiner Annahme rechtfertigen damit, man lebt nur einmal und Sie sollten alles einmal zu versuchen. Ich wei nicht, ob ich berzeugt mich geschweige denn, sie als meine Gedanken rasten mit dem Gedanken, was ich lasse mich in fr. Sie kamen nach Hause mit einem sehr groen Feld und fuhr fort, fr ungefhr eine halbe sitzen Stunde Lesen durch sie, was unanstndig Kommentar zur zueinander um eine verschiedene Attribute bestimmten Modells. Ich setzte mich taub Hren "am schauen Zustand ihren Arsch "," sie ist wunderschn "," ein schnes Paar Titten "und dergleichen als Sharon ging in die Dusche. Als sie die Treppe hinunter kam sie saen erwartungsvoll auf dem Sofa und angekndigt, "komm dann Gib Emma eine geklatschter bum Ich habe Arbeit in der stand am Morgen ", so viel fr die besten Freunde. Greg fragte James, was er dachte, ich tragen sollte und schlug vor, dass ich meinen Badeanzug auf, Sharon dann meldete sich: "Ich habe eine wirklich kurze Bikini sie tragen knnen, bekam ", und sie alle einig. Die Hndin wurde freuen uns auf diese so viel wie die Jungen, fhrte sie mich nach oben, um zu ndern, und sie hatte Recht der Bikini war winzig. Auf der Rckseite gab es nur ein Streifen von Gtern zwischen meinen Hintern-Backen und der Spitze gerade erst meine Brustwarzen bedeckt. Das erste, was Greg sagte, als ich unten war, wie er sollte die Schere zu bekommen , da einige Schamhaare wurden erneut zeigt. Zum Glck Sharon sagte, wir hatten keine Zeit, und tatschlich hat mich ber Knie ihres Freundes. Ich fhlte mich absolut lcherlich gelegt ber einen Achtzehnjhrigen Knie darauf warten, wie ein Vierjhriger und versohlt werden vor anderen Menschen auch. Der erste Schlag war mir zurck zu bringen harte Realitt, was zur Hlle war ich hier. Da die Ohrfeigen setzte ich fhlte, ich wrde der vllige Demtigung ich durchmachte sterben und wie hatte ich mich in dies. Greg weidete triumphierend, dass dieses war fantastisch setzen einen posh snobby Hndin ber die Knie und zeigt, wer der Boss war. James kam in zu sagen, wie es war an der Zeit war ich unten ein oder zwei PEG gebracht und ich konnte eine Trne von fhlen absolute Schande Rolle ber meine Wange. Ich fing an zu zappeln und winden ber seine Knie und nahm meinen Arm hinter meinem Rcken, um mich zu halten still. Die Beigeschmack hallte durch den Raum und der Schmerz war bald den Aufbau, "Komm setzen einige Mhe in "Sharon angestachelt ihrem Freund auf. Er gab mir ein paar sehr viel schwieriger Ohrfeigen und die rief, dass er dachte, ich brauchte etwas mehr als seine Hand, um zu sehen, wenn ich mochte es wirklich. Mir wurde gesagt, an der Wand stehen und musste sogar mein legte die Hnde hinter dem Nacken, whrend sie entschieden, was als nchstes fr mein Hintern war. Sharon und Greg ging auf eine "Jagd" nach Dingen zu bedienen und James kam, um neben mir zu stehen. "Das ist eine Wende fr die Bcher", flsterte er: "Wir haben einen Weg gefunden zu behandeln Sie nicht, wir haben, wird diese zu halten Sie entspricht von nun an "und dass er mir eine harte schlagen sich. Die ganze Situation war teuflisch, als sie saen und diskutierten die Vorzge der einzelnen Artikel ber sie gekommen war. Der erste war ein Hausschuh und mit mir beugte sich mit den Hnden auf die Knie und mein Hintern streckte Greg gab mir zehn Schlge mit ihm. Vor der letzten, die ich sprte, wie meine das Bikini-Oberteil aus meine Brste fallen weg und um ehrlich zu sein bin ich nicht sehr gro, da oben und die obere war ein wenig locker auf mich. Ohne zu denken, es so schnell anpassen, wie Greg sagte aufstehen ich bis an mein Hintern zu reiben. Ich sprte meine Brust geben ein wenig wackeln wie Ich rieb meinen Hintern und realisiert sie waren alle grinste mich an. Sharon kam und lste die Spitze und nahm es von mir, "Sieht aus wie Sie dieses Bit nicht brauchen" , lachte sie, und dann, als sie wieder setzte sich Greg sagte, er fragte sich, wie lange die Bden dauern wrde. Er hat mich wirklich mit Demtigung keuchen, als er sagte zu den beiden anderen, sie sollten etwas Spa mit mir haben, und sehen, ob sie klatschen knnte meinen Hintern, bis ich bat sie, um aus meinem Bikini Bottoms. James dachte, es war eine brillante Idee, und bevor ich die peinliche Auswirkungen betrachten solchen erniedrigend Satz war ich wieder beugte sich ber warten auf mehr Qual. Dieses Mal war ich meine Zehen und eine Kunststoffspachtel Koch Berhrung standen, fand die erste Ohrfeige mich berrascht, denn es war viel schmerzhafter als die Pantoffel. Im Laufe der nchsten Wahl der demtig ich ging mir durch den Kopf, leiden die Schmerzen oder die Schande. Am Ende meiner zehn war mein Hintern wirklich beginnen zu schmerzen und wieder gab ich ihnen einen guten Blick auf meine Titten wackeln wie ich energisch rieb mir hinterher. Nun musste ich auf dem Boden auf meinen Hnden und knien Knie fr die nchste Umsetzung Greg spttisch packte meinen Bikini "immer noch wollen, um Ihre Bescheidenheit bewahren ", spottete er. In diesem Augenblick konnte ich nicht von einer unbescheiden Tortur denken. Ich war ein Ledergrtel von Greg, der baumelten gezeigt es vor meinem Gesicht, "mal sehen, ob ich kann Sie davon zu berzeugen, uns zu zeigen, deine Muschi" er offen lachte. Seine rohe Bezug auf mein Krper machte mich mit Scham und Schauder ersten Hub ber meinen Hintern Wangen festgezurrt. Es war nicht so schlimm wie die Spachtel aber es gab einen grausamen Stachel, wenn die Spitze um meine rechte Wange bum gewickelt hat. Greg bemerkt diese Tatsache und ohne Pause gab er mir zehn weitere "Rckhand" Striche, um es noch, als er ausdrckte. Ich hatte immer noch auf dem Boden kniete bleiben und Sharon kam neben mir knien. Ich sthnte, als sie die Hand aus und fuhr mit den Hnden ber meinen Hintern, beruhigte sie sanft den Schmerz und erzhlte mir, wie mein Hintern rot war. James gab Greg eine Dose Bier und sagte ihm, wie er mich in meinen rechtmigen bekommen hatte Ort und sagte ihm, weiter, bis ich wie ein Baby heult. Greg lachte und scherzte, wie er versuchte, es so lange wie mglich, und er versuchte, all seine Lieblingspositionen erinnern aus den Magazinen, mich in. Er fuhr fort zu sagen, wie er wirklich freuen uns auf Strippen mich stark nackt und sehen alles, was ich zwischen meinen Beinen und wie bekommen hatte, als ich schlielich bat, werden abgezogen, er wrde mir zehn weitere mit seinem Lieblingsinstrument zu geben. Er rief, wie er mit einer von fnfundzwanzig Jahre alte Frauen wie mich gedacht unter seiner Kontrolle war sein Traum durch besonders da ich ein "Rich Bitch", wie er gekommen ausdrckte. Meine Tortur wurde immer beschmend von Minute zu Minute, aber ich konnte nicht protestieren und konnte nicht glauben, dass ich so bereit zu gehen zusammen mit ihren obsznen war Spiel. Auch Sharon gab mir einen Klaps, als sie aufgehrt rieb meinen Hintern und als ich aufstand , sah ich Greg bringen einen Stuhl in den Raum. Er schaute mir direkt in die Augen und machte mich mit reinem Scham errten, als er lachte "Ich denke, Sie beginnen, sind zu genieen diese sind nicht Sie Emma ". Dann umfasste er meine Brust und neckte meine erigierten Nippel zwischen seinen Fingern, "durchaus ein dunkles Pferd bist du nicht", fgte er an Spielen mit gefhrt meine Brste so schluchzte ich "bitte nicht". Ein Kunststoff-Herrscher war mein nchster Punkt und ich wurde gemacht, um an der Rckseite des Stuhls stehen und bcken, mit den Hnden auf dem Sitz. Die Rckenlehne gedrckt, um meinen Bauch und Greg erleichtert meine Beine auseinander. Dann hatte er angekndigt, er mde von Stehen war, und er sa auf dem Sofa, ich musste mische mit Stuhl, wo er gesessen wurde ber. Als er zufrieden war ich nahe genug war, strich er den Handrcken bis meine Beine und erzhlte mir, wie er dachte, mein Hintern knnte mit einem Rest und er dachte, meine Beine bentigt Schmatzen. Er klang wie ein eingebildeter Bastard, aber ich konnte nicht helfen, fhlen sich eine seltsame Art Nervenkitzel, wie er mich unter seine absolute Kontrolle und mir eine 25 Jahre alte Frau brachte. Er verwendet das Lineal, um die Rckseiten der Beine streichen und die scharfe Stachel hatte mich schob meine Beine weiter auseinander. Als er mich zehn an jedem Bein gegeben hatte, gab er mir einen spttischen pat zwischen meine Beine mit dem Lineal, "immer noch nicht bereit, uns zu zeigen diese", fragte er. Ich konnte ihm nicht antworten und die Stille wurde von einem Kichern Sharon gebrochen, "was willst du davon ", und ich konnte sehen, ihr etwas zu geben, Greg. "Fantastic" er begeistert und zeigte es James, es stellte sich meine wunderbare bester Freund mich gemacht hatte meine eigene Peitsche! Sie hatte eine Taschenlampe wie der Griff und am Ende eine Schleife, um die sie benutzt hatte, war vier Lngen von Nylon-Seil befestigt etwa zwei Meter lang. "Jetzt fr eine ordnungsgeme Auspeitschung "ausgesprochen Greg und ich wurde an der Wand gefhrt und gesagt, mit meinen Stand die Beine auseinander und meine Arme berhren die Wand Ebene mit den Schultern. Er verfolgte die hausgemachten Peitsche ber meinen Rcken, und als er neckte mich mit ihm, sagte er mir ich verdiente das fr ein hochnsig Hndin. Zu meiner Schande Verbindung, antwortete ich mit einem leisen "Ja" und Gelchter der erste Schlag. Er brachte es in meinem Rcken , obwohl ziemlich sanft auf den ersten der kommenden wurde hrter und ich glaube, er war meine Reaktion, um es zu testen. Ich muss zugeben, es fhlte sich sehr symbolisch zu "gepeitscht" werden und gegen alle meine Gefhle und Stolz Ich fing an eine sexuelle bekommen Zufriedenheit meiner Behandlung. Ich hatte ein erschreckender Gedanke gekommen, um meinen Kopf und ich stellte mir vor ihm dreht mich um und "peitschen" meine Brste. Ich konnte hren, murmelte Gesprch, als ich an der Wand links und ich tatschlich schauderte vor Aufregung bei dem Gedanken an meine Titten bestraft. Eine Stimme in meinem Kopf sagte mir, es sei absurd, wirklich genieen, aber ich geniee es mehr als ich es war Begierde. Ich fhlte mich wie zu schreien, wie ich wollte meine Titten Prgel und werden gemacht, um zu kriechen nackt durch den Raum nach mehr betteln. Ich holte tief Luft und ohne, erzhlt Ich drehte mich um und kniete in der Mitte des Raumes. Ich sie alle ausgerichtet und mit den Armen hinter mir Ich ergriff meine Knchel und lege meine Titten, so viel wie ich konnte. Ich konnte sehen, all die Gesichter starren mich an und Greg kam auf mich zu, brach er die Peitsche ber meiner wogenden Brust. "So meine hbsche kleine Emma meint, ich solle ihre Titten peitschen ", lchelte er und als ich die Augen schloss jeden Zoll meines Krpers mit Demtigung verbrannt, als ich sagte: "Bitte, ich bin ein hochnsig Hndin, die es verdient ". Sharon keuchte "Emma" und ich konnte hren, wie mein Freund fast ersticken sein Bier und sagt Greg, gehen Sie vor und geben Sie mir, was ich wollte. Meine Brustwarzen waren so hart wie sein knnte, und ich war buchstblich Schtteln mit Spannung, wie er fortfuhr, die Peitsche ber meine Titten laufen ", wenn es darum geht Randy", lachte er wieder er auf eine Antwort wartete. "Ja, ja", sagte ich bittend, dass etwas passiert zu wollen , aber er nicht in Eile war. "Ich wette, Sie nie trumen lassen, wrden Sie sehen, dein bester Freund wartet ihre Titten gepeitscht zu haben ", lachte er, um Sharon, ich konnte nicht mehr werden gedemtigt, da sie alle erwartungsvoll wartete. Wie vor dem ersten Schlaganfall war ziemlich zahm, aber meine schmerzenden Titten begrt es. Er erhht die Kraft und meine Brustwarzen fhlte , wie sie explodieren wrde, wenn sie die Auswirkungen der Peitsche zu spren. Er nderte seine Position und von unten meine Titten brachte die Peitsche und fing die Unterseite der meine Brste und mittlerweile war ich wie ein junger Hund Jaulen. Er zeigte keine Anzeichen zu stoppen und er ging sogar hinter mir die Peitsche ber meine Schultern und holen, um eine zu einer Zeit, die Brust. Und Trnen rannen ber mein Gesicht er endlich aufgehrt, konnte ich nicht bewegen und mein ganzer Krper schien in ihrer Position fixiert. Nach und nach habe ich mir auf meine Titten und sie in leuchtend roten Flecken bedeckt waren, und selbst dieser Anblick gab mir ein Nervenkitzel, als ich erkannte, dass ich zu meinem Vergngen und meine Peiniger verprgelt worden Belustigung. Sharon gab mir einen Drink und die Atmosphre war ein wenig angespannt, wie ich glaube, Greg mag gedacht haben, er zu weit gegangen war, vor allem als meine Brste begann, noch rter zu bekommen. Ich hatte den Drang zu gehen und ihn kssen und ihm sagen, wie fantastisch es war, aber ich habe noch mehr wollte, und ich war entschlossen, nicht den Bann zu brechen , die unter seiner Kontrolle. Ich zuckte zusammen, als Sharon gebrstet ihre Hnde ber meine Brste und sie sagte, wie sie konnte die Peitsche Markierungen auf mir nicht glauben. Ich stand auf und meine Hnde hinter meinem Rcken Ich ging dorthin, wo Greg und James saen. Ich stand gerade mit meine Beine auseinander und sah Greg: "Nun, wenn Sie sehen, was will und zum ersten Mal es zwischen meinen Beinen Sie besser als das zu tun haben, " war Gregs wiederum berrascht zu sehen. Gewann er bald seine Autoritt und wieder einmal war ich den Vorsitz dieses Mal kniete auf dem Sitz und erreichen auf der ganzen Rcken mit meinen Armen. Er hielt meine Bikini wieder und verhhnte mich sagen, ich war auf der Suche nach vorn, um ihn unter ihnen von mir und ich hrte sogar frech, als ich antwortete: "wir haben, um zu sehen ". Ich konnte Sharon Gesicht zu sehen, und sie sah ganz "baff" , und ich konnte es ihr nicht verdenken. Greg war nun im Besitz einer Tischtennisschlger und ohne Pause gab er mir die volle zehn kurz hintereinander. Ich habe eine Reihe von Keuchen und Sthnen wie die Fledermaus brachte meine Aufmerksamkeit weg von meinen Titten und zurck zu meinem Hintern. "Ich mag diese" rief er aus, und ich war ein weiteres zehn diesmal gegeben ein bisschen hrter. Ich nahm schnell Atemzge und schlurfen auf dem Stuhl. Greg nahm die Freiheit, meine bum ein gutes Gefhl und das qulende Schweine gab mir sogar ein paar Prisen. Das hat mich wirklich gemacht Quietschen und mit einem letzten Schlag auf meinen Hintern ich up erlaubt. Er fragte Sharon, die Dinge in der Tabelle nun klar, wie er wollte seine "hbsche Hndin", wie er rief mich auf meinem Rcken ber sie. Der rcksichtsvolle Seele gab mir ein Kissen fr den Kopf, als ich auf dem Tisch lag, war ich peinlich, haben meine Beine bis zur Brust ihnen meine Hnde hinter dem Knie ziehen und halten. Dann wird er schob meine Knie auseinander und ruhig blickte mich an, "Ich werde dich wie haben Sie diese, wenn diese sich lsen ", grinste er und wieder schnappte der Bund meiner Bikini. Ich habe ein wenig zittern vor Scham, als ich merkte, wie exponierten Ich wusste, ich wrde am Ende. Er bot Sharon und James einen Platz am Tisch und sie eifrig an jeder Seite von mir sa. Ich konnte nicht glauben, wie nah sie waren alle zu mir, als ich sah, Greg holen ein Holzlffel aus der Kche. Er setzte sich und begann zu streicheln meinen Hintern mit dem Lffel. Dann gab er mir einen scharfen Klaps mit ihm, es war ein ziemlich bse Stachel und viel schlimmer, als ich damit rechnete. "Du bist ein hochnsig Schlampe bist du? ", spottete er und mit ein paar mehr Schlge mit dem Lffel I wurde gemacht, um ihm zu antworten. "Haben wir brachten Sie sich ein oder zwei PEG jetzt", fragte er und wieder wurde ich gemacht, um "Ja" sagen. Dann wird die arrogant Bastard tatschlich in mir danken ihm fr die Ansicht, sie alle, was ein gehorsamer Mdchen er mir gemacht hatte. Er machte mich sagen, dass ich nicht eine erwachsene Frau, aber ein freches kleines Mdchen, das zu werden, verdient so schwer verprgelt, wie sie wollten. Dann klopfte er meine Muschi mit dem verdammten Lffel und langsam machte mir sagen, wie ich wollte ihn nehmen mein Bikini-Bden ab und zu lassen, zeigen sie alle ich zwischen meinen Beinen hatte. Er fuhr fort, mir einige wirklich schwer zu geben Schlge mit dem Lffel die ganze Zeit mit mir zu reden und mich mehr wiederholen erniedrigende Dinge. Ich musste zugeben, dass meine Muschi war nass und wie ich war verzweifelt, einen Orgasmus zu erreichen, die ganze Zeit Sharon und James sah in Erstaunen. Ich wusste, dass die Zeit gekommen war, und ich atmete tief durch aufbringen der Mut und sagte zu Greg "Bitte werden Sie mich nackt ausziehen". Ein Schauer lief durch mich, whrend ich sprach und Greg stand nur auf dem Arm hinter meinem Knie legen und stecken Sie mich an den Tisch. Er lieferte fnf schmeckt zu jeder bum Wangen in genau der gleichen Stelle, und ich schrie ihn bitte zu stoppen und Streifen mich stattdessen. Er lie mich stehen und dann mit jedem auf dem Sofa zurck er sagte mir, es war nicht so einfach ist das , und er war wirklich gehen, um richtig zu betteln. Er nahm das Lineal und beugte sich fast in zwei, "wenn ich dich beraubt, werde ich Sie ber den Rcken haben den Tisch und klatschen Sie Pussy mit diesem bist ", sagte er drohend. Ein Stich der absolute Demtigung schttelte meinen Krper, als ich die Szene im Bild. "Bitte, knnen Sie nicht" Ich schluchzte und er lachte nur, dass er nur konnte, was er wollte, und er wrde es zu beweisen. Ich fing an, ihn wirklich zu bitten jetzt, nur um mich auszuziehen und schauen, was er wollte, fing ich auch an zu weinen, dass dies nicht fair wie ich alles getan und mehr, dass er gebeten hatte. "Das ist ein ziemlich Wutanfall Emma", spottete er und ich erkannte, was fr ein Schauspiel, ich machte mich selbst, er hatte mich wirklich sich wie ein freches kleines Mdchen. Ich blieb zu schluchzen und snivel wie mir gesagt wurde, um aufhren zu weinen und zu bitten, abgezogen werden, als ich fertig war. Greg ging zu sitzen neben Sharon und ich war bestrzt, tatschlich hren ihr zu gratulieren ihm: "Ich kann nicht glauben, was du sie reduziert habe, jemand denken wrde sie fnf nicht fnfundzwanzig war ", sie lachte. James fort und sagte, wie ich eine andere Person von nun an und er wre mit einem hnlichen Ansatz, um sicherzustellen, ich benahm mich. Mir wurde gesagt , zu gehen und wasche mein Gesicht wie bei einem fnf Jahre alten und trotz meiner akuten Demtigung ich noch brauchte, um meine Qualen zu beenden. Greg fragte mich, ob ich etwas zu sagen, und ich wiederholte, dass ich wollte, dass er mich zu berauben. Dann fragte er mich, was er im Begriff war, zu mir, wenn ich nackt war und nach zu zgern antwortete ich "Ihr wird mich mit dem Lineal zu klatschen ". "Wo?", Fragte er und ich sah auf den Boden und murmelte "zwischen meinen Beinen", "du damit deine Muschi", spottete er mich noch mehr und ich wurde zu sagen: "Ja, meine Muschi". Er war wie die Katze, die stand sitzen Creme und er war nicht bereit, lassen Sie mich noch zu gehen. "Haben Sie es sich verdient", fragte er wieder ich ja zu sagen hatte und ein wenig kichern von Sharon begrte meine Antwort. "Willst du es ", fuhr er fort, mich zu verspotten, und ich wusste, dass ich auf diese grausame Farce tragen musste. Ich begann, wtend auf die Art, wie er jede mgliche Unze Extrahieren, um Demtigung von mir und flehte ihn an, es hinter sich zu bringen. "Auf die Knie", er bellte und die pltzliche nderung der Ton seiner Stimme machte mich zittern, ich wurde , um auf ihn zu mischen. Er sagte mir, ihn sehr hflich bitten, mich auszuziehen und klatschen meine Muschi. Ich konnte nicht glauben, wie viel Sharon wurde meine Scham zu genieen, als sie einen Blick intensiver Zufriedenheit auf ihrem Gesicht hatte. "Bitte werden Sie mich ausziehen und klatschen meine Muschi ", sagte ich in mein Flehen Stimme mglich. "Ich denke, nachdem ich die Mhe nahm einige Manieren du mich wenigstens anrufen sir zu lehren ", er sagte, amsant. Mit einem anderen kichern von Sharon legte ich das Wort Herrn in meiner Anfrage. Der Bastard war immer noch entschlossen, mich unglaublich kriechen, wie ich wurde gesagt, um zu sehen, ob mein Freund hatte etwas dagegen, mich mit meiner Pussy schlug. Ich hatte zu ihm zu kriechen und noch schien er nicht, jede Sympathie fr meine nie endende Qual. "Bitte lassen Sie mich Greg Streifen und klatschen meine Muschi" Ich sagte, die Worte, die aus meinem Mund kam nicht zu erkennen. "Nun, er hat sicherlich Dich in die Knie, er kann aber auch den Job zu beenden gebracht ", und er durch anschlossen Sharon und Greg in Gelchter aus. Ich wurde zurck in die Mitte des Raumes zu kriechen und dieses Mal, wenn er sagte mir, Sharon fr ihre Erlaubnis zu bitten. "Bitte, knnen Sie Ihr Freund mich auszuziehen und klatschen meine Muschi "Ich war auf Autopilot, whrend ich sprach die peinlichste Worte meines Lebens. Sie klatschte in die Hnde in Erstaunen und sagte , wie sie konnte nicht glauben, was sie sah, fragte sie, auch wenn Greg, wenn er etwas in meinem Getrnke setzen. Greg sagte ihr, dass er in einer dieser gelesen hatte, Zeitschriften, wie die Demtigung einer erwachsenen Frau, die eine Tracht Prgel oder dergleichen knnte ein mchtiges Gefhl sein, und einige Frauen finden es eine riesige einschalten. Sie fragte mich, ob ich unglubig genieen all dies und ich konnte nur stammeln, dass ich nicht wissen. James sagte, es ist offensichtlich, dass ich genoss diese Art war die Behandlung und Greg hatte sicherlich festgestellt, welche meiner Tasten drcken bentigt, so zu sprechen. Greg griff nach unten und drckte meine Nippel "James ist richtig, die Sie lieben es , nicht tun Sie "wieder konnte ich nur antworten, dass ich nicht wusste. Ich war dankbar, als Greg sagte mir, aufzustehen und da ich wie ein gutes kleines Mdchen gebeten hatte, er wrde meine Bikinihose fr mich auszuziehen. Ich wei nicht, wie meine Beine hielt mich auf, als er zog sie langsam den ganzen Weg hinunter zu den Kncheln. Ich wurde dann an den Tisch gefhrt und wusste, welche Position ich musste annehmen, in Zeitlupe Ich lag ber den Tisch und bringen meine Beine bis zur Brust, mit einem tiefen Atemzug Ich ffne meine Knie so weit ich kann. Ich war vor Scham zitterten, als Greg sa vor meiner gespreizten offenen Beinen, "auch das ist durchaus ein Blick auf Rachel", als ob er mir gratuliert. Sharon und James kam, um einen Blick zu haben und dann zogen sie sogar die Sthle, so dass sie alle waren sa starrend rechts in mir. Er begann mir ein paar sehr leichte Beigeschmack zu geben, mit dem Lineal auf den Innenseiten der Beine und noch war er entschlossen, mich bitte ihn, seine Handlungen fortzusetzen. Alles, was ich sagen konnte, war: "Bitte", wie der Herrscher bekam nher und nher mein Geschlecht. Einige Licht schmatzt erschtterte mich und ich in verlassenen Lust sthnte. Ich wurde in eine Welt der meine eigene, wenn die kichernden Stimme von Sharon schlug out "Mein Gott Emma sogar Hintern Loch ist offen" und ich schockieren mit unglaublicher Erregung auf meine komplette Demtigung. Es war mir egal, ob ich sie in das Gesicht am Morgen alles, was ich hatte am meisten gepflegt aussehen fantastischen Orgasmus in meinem Leben fr den zweiten Tag in Folge. Bald war ich sthnte und rang nach Greg, es hrter und schneller zu tun und fr einmal tat er, wie ich wollte und gekonnt brachte mich zu einem erschtternden Orgasmus. Mein ganzer Krper schttelte auf dem Tisch und ich ballte meine Hnde zwischen meine Beine fest gegen meine Muschi. "Du grausam Bastarde ", schluchzte ich und zu ihrer Freude habe ich meine eigenen Finger zu meiner weiter Hhepunkt. Ich habe nicht bemerkt Greg und Sharon verschwinden, aber ich sah James Ausziehen und konnte nur lag schlaff wie er meinen offenen Sex zu sich selbst zu befriedigen. Ich blieb im Bett am folgenden Tag und konnte es nicht ertragen, sie zu Gesicht, sondern um die Mittagszeit Sharon kam in den Raum. Sie hatte ein groes Glas von "After Sun" Creme und begann, die Bltter von mir zu ziehen. Sie grinste, dass sie wusste, dass es nicht Sonnenbrand wurde aber dachte, dies wrde helfen. Ich konnte nur noch bleiben, wie sie beruhigt die schne Creme auf jeden Winkel meines Krpers. Bald Greg und James ging in und es schien irrelevant, dass ich vllig nackt war mit meiner besten Freundin reibt Creme um meine Muschi. Greg fragte, wie ich war, und beugte sich vor und ksste mich und dann vor ihren Augen wieder wurde ich zum Orgasmus gebracht versprach ihnen tun es noch, damit es erneut.

Ausgesetzt durch Kilgore von Wau Wau Sie fhlt verspielt, kriechen in meinen Scho, schlngeln ihre Arme um mich, mein Ohr knabbern, als ich versuche zu lesen. Sie leckt die Lappen. Ihr Atem ist hart in mein Ohr. Sie bewegt sich leicht, sich auf die Unter Schichten in meinem Scho, und der Druck weckt mich. sage ich: "Ich lese, Liebhaber." "Ich wei, Liebhaber", murmelt sie. Ihre Zunge verluft am Rand der mein Ohr, dann wieder zurck, bis es zum Hals springt. Ich unterdrcke einen Schauer. Mein Interesse an dem Buch ist im Schwinden begriffen. Ich versuche es nicht zu lassen, zu zeigen. Ellbogen Verschiebungen, beugt einer meiner Seiten, wie ihre Hand erreicht in meinem T-Shirt, der Suche nach einer Brustwarze. Sie wei, dass ich Sensoren gibt empfindlichen. Empfindlicher als anderswo. Ich halte ihre Hand fest drcken es gegen meine Brust. Das Buch fllt aus meinem Griff und landete auf dem Boden neben der Couch. "Du hast mich zu verlieren meiner Seite", sage ich. "Es tut mir leid", sagt sie, aber aus irgendeinem Grund es unaufrichtig klingt. Ihre Lippen berhren meinen Hals. "Ich denke, du bist nicht leid, berhaupt nicht. Ich werde tun haben etwas dagegen. " Ich spre ihre Lippen ein Lcheln zu bilden. Sie wackelt. "Dann bestrafen mich. << Ich beuge mich, hielt sie fest, dann fallen sie auf den Boden. Sie unterdrckt ein Quietschen. "Hier die Box." Sie sieht mich an, ein Anflug von Schein Wut zeigt auf ihrem Gesicht. "Wenn Sie spielen mchten, werden wir spielen", sage ich. "Holen Sie sich die Box." Sie grinst schnell und geht in das Schlafzimmer, wo wohnt unsere Box. Frher war es ein Schuhkarton, aber dann habe ich mir ein Paddel, die nicht passen. Jetzt ist es eine kleine gepolsterte Truhe. Erstaunlich die Box selbst ist ein Spielzeug. Sie kehrt tragen sie in ihren Armen. Ich habe die abgeholt Buch, fand meinen Platz und markiert sie, whrend sie weg war. Ich lehne mich zurck , als sie betritt, beobachtete sie setzen Sie die Box auf dem Boden vor mir. Sie wird in Trainingshose und Sweatshirt gekleidet, nachdem verndert , nachdem unser Abendessen in bequeme Kleidung. Ihr Haar ist zurck gezogen in diesem Stil, die ich liebe. Ihre Wangen sind leicht von ihr gesplt Anstrengung. Sie sieht wunderbar. "Strip", sage ich. Sie sieht mich an, wirft einen Blick auf die Fenster hinter mir dann. "Niemand wird sehen, jetzt tun." Immer noch zgert. In der Regel wird sie die Augen verbunden und ich nehme ihre Kleider aus fr sie. Aus irgendeinem Grund, sie schmte sich ihrer Krper. Es gibt mir eine Grenze, gegen die zu schieben. "Strip", sage ich, lauter. Ich greife in die Box und entfernen Sie das Paddel. Sie sieht es und ist schnell zu ihr Hemd zu entfernen. Ich schaue weg , als sie sich auszieht und tat gleichgltig. Ihr Haar ist dunkel, mit Spuren von rot, und es zieht ein Auge auf ihre glatte, blasse Haut. Die Brste sind gro, voll und sinnlich, mit leicht pigmentiert nip- ples. Ihre Taille ist klein und ihre Hften Flare in der schnsten Kurven. Ihr Arsch ist fest und bewegt sich wunderbar wenn sie geht. Nach einem Moment, wende ich mich auf sie und sehen, dass sie nackt bis auf ihr Hschen und ihre Socken. Ihre Arme sind gekreuzt ihre Brste, und sie hat das Kind sehen bekommt sie, wenn sie nackt, wenn ich nicht. Ich stehe auf, schnappen sie am Arm und ziehen Sie sie an mich. Ich sitze wieder, wobei sie ber meinen Scho. Sie keucht, nicht erwartet, diese Behandlung. Ich lie die Schaufel fallen, fnf Mal in ihrem Arsch. Sie sthnt nach jedem Schlag bewegt sich gegen meine Beine. "Mein Befehl war, sich auszuziehen", sage ich und schob sie auf die Fe. Sie schwankt leicht und ihre Wangen sind gertet als zuvor. Sie greift nach ihr Hschen und zieht sie ab. Sie beugt sich, um ihre Socken zu entfernen. Ihre Muschi ist glatt, kahl rasiert. Die Lippen sind rot, einladend. Da wendet sie sich etwas, ich sehe, dass ihr Arsch ist rot, der markiert Paddel. I Wurzel durch die Box, auf der Suche nach den Einzelteilen ich will. Ich ziehen Sie die Augenbinde, Ledermanschetten, 12-Zoll-Kette, ein Strumpfband, und Nylons. Sie sieht mich ohne Ausdruck. Ich Bewegung zu ihr und sie kommt in der Nhe. Ich setze sie auf die geschlossene Box, vor mir, mir den Rcken zu positionieren sie. Ich lege die Augenbinde ber ihre Augen und binden Sie es. Die Manschetten gehen um ihre Handgelenke und ich bringen Sie die Kette zwischen ihnen. Ich stehe, und ziehen Sie sie auf die Fe. Sie ist leicht gebeugt und immer noch die Arme bedecken ihre Brste. Ich bewege die Hnde an den Seiten, so dass die Kette liegt an der Kurve der ihren Bauch. Dann heben ich ihr Kinn und zwang sie stehen gerade mit der Brust erweitert. Ich bewege sie in die Mitte des Raumes, zu Fu rund um sie. Dann lege ich das Strumpfband zu ihrer Taille. Es ist schwarz und Lacy und ich scheinen immer es ihr nach hinten gesetzt. Sie kichert, als ich entfernen Sie sie nach meinem ersten gescheiterten Versuch, es zu befestigen. "Wenn ich du wre", flstere ich ihr ins Ohr: "Ich wrde nicht gig- sein gling. " Ich ihren Arsch Schlag mit der Hand. Sie springt. Ich fertig mit dem Grtel und heben ihre Beine ein zu einer Zeit, die Strmpfe rutschen. Ich abwechselnd die Beine und zog an einem dann die andere, bis die Polyamide sind in der Mitte ihrer Oberschenkel. Ich berprfen Sie die Naht, und ich sehe, dass es webt betrunken ihr Bein. Ich gltten Sie es. Wenn ich fertig bin, ich berhre ihren Schritt, das Gefhl ihrer Muschi. Sie ist nass, und ich einfach einen Finger legen, wackeln sie. Sie bewegt sich gegen mich, schwankt langsam. I nehmen Sie den Finger. Bringen Sie es zu meinem Mund. Dann nehme ich die Mitte der Kette und fhren sie ins Schlafzimmer und lie sie in der Mitte, als ich Kleider zu wechseln. Sie denkt , dass ich Entkleiden, ich wei. Ich wei meine Kleidung zu entfernen, sondern setzen auf schwarzem Kleid Hose und eine olivfarbene Shirt. Sie legt den Kopf, als sie hrt mich Deodorant anwenden. Ich kmme mich, Anziehen Schuhe. "Na ja, ich bin bereit, aber was ist mit dir?" Ich sehe sie an und ich wei, dass sie nicht sicher sind, was happen- ist ing. Normalerweise wrden wir in der Mitte der Szene mittlerweile berhrungs sein ing, Halten, oder schlagen. War, dass ein Hauch von Angst in ihrem Gesicht? Ich entfernte die Augenbinde, und sie schaut auf meine dressy Kleidung. Es erscheint ein Frage auf den Lippen. Ich starre sie an. "Nicht reden." Ich fhre sie auf den Spiegel, entfernen Sie die Haare Bretten und kmmen die Strnge. Sie liebt diese, wann immer ich ihr Baby, sie kmmern wie diese. I gelten Deodorant, einen Hauch von Parfm, eine Prise Lippen Stock. Meine Hand ist erstaunlich stabil. Ich ksse ihren Hals und sagt: "Sie sind auergewhnlich schn heute Abend. Ich denke, wir sollten gehen. " Ich nehme ihre Kette und fhren sie zur Haustr. Sie hlt zurck, frchten in ihrem Auge. Sie spricht fast. "Oh ja", sage ich. "Es ist ziemlich kalt drauen. Lassen Sie mich Ihren Mantel. " Ich die Kette zu entfernen, Taschendiebstahl, aber lassen Sie die Manschetten an den Handgelenken. Dann ihren langen Winterjacke bekomme ich und ihr zu helfen, in es. Es ist lang, bedeckt ihre Krper komplett, kommen auf ihre Knie. Niemand konnte sagen, dass sie darunter nackt ist. "Uh oh. Ich habe vergessen, die Schuhe." Ich gehe in ihrem Schrank und nehmen Sie ein Paar schwarze Heels aus dem Boden. Ich legte sie auf ihr. "Lass uns gehen." Ich sage, und fhren sie nur widerwillig aus der Tr. # # # Sie schiebt ihre Hnde tief in den Manteltaschen, als wir zu Fu aus der Tr. Ich lie sie vor mir gehen und beobachten sie aufmerksam. Sie sieht ganz normal. Ein Nervenkitzel geht durch meine Brust, als ich Echt ize, dass, mit Ausnahme von Grtel und Strmpfe, nackt unter dem ist sie Mantel. Ich ffne die Autotr fr sie. Sie hat eine Hand aus zu entfernen , um die Tasche ihres Mantels unter ihr zu schpfen. Ich sehe, dass die Leder Manschetten sind offensichtlich an ihren Handgelenken. Ich schloss die Tr. Nachdem ich das Auto starten, sage ich, "Gib mir die Handgelenke." Ich nehme ihre Arme und legte sie hinter ihrem Kopf und verbindet die Kette durch die Kopfsttzenhalterung. Ihre Hnde sind ber ihr steckte. Ich ziehen Sie ihren Sicherheitsgurt vor der Brust. Ich ziehe aus der Parkplatz, Driving langsam die Strae. Es ist eine kurze Fahrt zu unserem ersten Ziel. Das Haus ist am Leben mit den Menschen. Sie sieht, wohin wir gehen und starrt mich an. Ich gebe ihr ein kurzes Lcheln. Wir ziehen in die Menge, und ich nehmen Sie die Kette, aber lassen Sie die Manschetten. Ich sage zu ihr: "Nicht reden, wenn jemand fragt, eine direkte Frage. " Wir betreten das Haus und werden sofort durch den Absturz berfallen von Musik. Ich hre ein Mdchen lachen irgendwo im Obergeschoss. Kaskaden durch das Treppenhaus. Wir gehen in den zweiten Stock. Dort werden wir sofort sehen, Mark, Frank, und Phil. Maria, neue Freundin Franks, der zu viel redet, ist auch dort. Beim ersten wir sie trafen, hatte ich meine Geliebte, die bentigt wird, um Maria geknebelt werden erzhlt und verloren. Sie war mit mir einverstanden. Meine Geliebten Schatten mir, als wir die Halle. Ihre Hnde tief graben in die Taschen und die Schulter drckt gegen mich. Ich bewege For- ward lie sie, allein zu stehen, als ich hinbergehen zu Mark. Wir tauschen unsere Gre. Sie steht da und beobachtete mich und ich gebe ihr einen kurzen Blick. Ihr Gesicht sieht gekniffen. Frank fragt eine Frage. Sie gibt ein mdes Lcheln, und antwortet: "Wir sind nur fr eine Fahrt. " "Wir knnen aufhren, einen Drink irgendwo", ergnze ich. "Hey", sagt Mark. "Wir werden einen billigen Film zu sehen. Haben Sie mitkommen wollen. " Ich schliee auf ihre Augen fr einen Moment und ihr Blick ist verzweifelt. Sie definitiv nicht wollen, um zu gehen. Ich lasse die Frage hngen fr einen Moment, dann sinken. "Wir sind nicht fr einen Film angezogen ", sage ich. Maria sagt: "Ihr Jungs sehen gut aus. Vielleicht ein wenig ber gekleidet. Aber das ist in Ordnung. Wir wrden es, die aus der aussehen wrde sein Platz. Vielleicht sollten Sie mich Frank Drop-off in meiner Wohnung und ich kann mich umziehen. Ich ein neues Outfit gekauft habe. Es ist rot mit .... " Ich unterdrcke ein Lcheln, als sie spricht. "Nein, wir haben nur durch gestoppt Sozial fr ein paar Minuten sein. Dann werden wir zu gehen soziale zusammen. Komm schon ", sage ich zu meiner Geliebten. "Mal sehen, wer sonst ist rund. " ich ihre Hand zu nehmen und es rutscht aus ihrer Tasche, ohne sie darber nachzudenken. Ich ziehe sie durch die Gruppe und fr eine zweite Mark schaut ar ihr Handgelenk. Sieht er? Von den vier in der Halle, ist Mark zuletzt Vanille. Keiner von ihnen wei, was mein Geliebter und ich. Die anderen drei wrde wahrscheinlich unglaublich schockiert. Unsere Vanille Tarnung ist ziemlich gut. Hat Mark finden Sie in der Ledermanschette am Handgelenk? Wenn er tut, sagt er nichts. Wir durchqueren das Haus und sprechen Sie mit mehreren Personen. Mein Geliebter ist sanft und gelehrig, was etwas seltsam fr sie ist. In der Regel ist sie ausgehende und gesprchig. Ich bin sicher, einige Leute fragen, was ist falsch. Wir beenden unsere Tour durch das Haus, wieder endet, wo wir begonnen, in der Halle mit Mark, Frank, Phil, und Maria, der redet zu viel. Ich sage, unser Abschied, und wir gehen. Da wir zu Fu zum Auto, frage ich sie, "Aufgeregt?" Sie sieht mich an. "Gott, ja." "Ich hoffe, dass Sie nicht auf den Teppich tropft. Es ist neu, weit du?" Ich ffne die Tr fr sie. "Willst du nach Hause?" "Nur, wenn Sie das tun", sagt sie und blickte mich an. "Eine weitere Haltestelle." # # # Ich warte, bis wir weg vom Haus, dann muss ich ran. I befestigen wieder die Arme an der Kopfsttze. Die Position schiebt ihre Brust raus, wlbt den Rcken, macht sie schauen noch sinnlich. Ich aufzuknpfen ihren Mantel. Sie windet sich. Sie will nicht diese. Wenn jemand geht, indem er konnte leicht sehen, ihr weies Fleisch gegen den dunklen des Autos. Dennoch ist sie fest an seinem Platz, und ich einfach ffnen Sie das Fell. Ihr winden nur macht sie zu mehr Erotik. Das fahle Licht geworfen von der Straenlaterne gibt ihrer Haut einen blulichen Farbton. Ein Schatten versteckt ihre Fotze, so dass die Blitze ich verlockend finden. Das Fell ist jetzt vllig offen. Sie wird von Kopf bis ausgesetzt Oberschenkel. Ich ziehe vom Bordstein weg, drehen Sie Harding in Richtung Schnellstrae. Sie atmet schwer. Sie ist sowohl in Panik und erregt. "Haben Sie eine Augenbinde brauchen, Liebe?" Frage ich. Sie springt auf dem Klang meiner Stimme. Aber sie lchelt sanft. "Nein, meine Liebe." Die Schnellstrae ist heller und sie versucht, in kneten sich ihren Platz. Aber sie kann nicht. Ihre Handgelenke fest an der Kopf gebunden Ruhe und sie nur wenig bewegen kann. Alle, ihr in die Win- dow, wrde ihre Brste ganz leicht zu sehen. Jeder von oben wrde ihr Strumpfband und rasierte Muschi sehen. Die Schnellstrae ist leer, aber immer noch hlt sie suchen hinter uns und vor uns, ob seit herannahende Autos. Es gibt vor uns ist ein langsameres Auto. Ich beschleunigen, in der Nhe davon von hinten und eine Fahrspur auf der linken Seite davon. Der Fahrer wird auf sein ihre Seite des Autos, wenn ich weitergeben. Sie sieht mich an, aber ich bleibe mit Augen auf der Strae. Im letzten Moment, die Spur zu wechseln und ich passieren auf der rechten Seite. Sie sieht geradeaus, wie ich weitergeben, die nicht wollen, die Fahrer ziehen Aufmerksamkeit durch die Beobachtung, ob er passt. Wir passieren und dann sind wir ber den Fluss. Wir nehmen Sie die erste Ausfahrt. Covington An der Ampel, ist sie auer sich. Es gibt Leute in der Nhe. Sie windet sich in den Sitz, wie sie versucht, um sicherzustellen, dass niemand zuschaut. Wie wir ziehen weg, eine Gruppe von Menschen um die Ecke. Einer von ihnen, ein Mann, aussieht. Sieht er? Hat er Einblick ihren nackten Krper? Ich beobachte ihn im Rckspiegel, und er beobachtet uns. Dann sind wir weg von der brennenden Bezirk, kurz vor dem his- torischen Fluss-Frontbereich. Wir haben hier schon bei Tageslicht gewesen Stunden und Nachtstunden. In der Tat, unser erster Kuss war hier durch den Fluss, einige Jahre zurck. Es war eine schreckliche Kuss. Ich parken und wir sitzen einen Moment. Meine Hand streichelt ihre inneren Oberschenkel. Sie bewegt sich dagegen. Ihr Krper ist heftig hei. Ich berhre ihre Hgel, streicheln die Klitoris. Sie stt gegen den Sitz und versuchte, setzen mehr Druck gegen meine Hand, aber ich wegziehen. Ich bin in einem neckischen Stimmung. I Taste ihren Mantel, dann lsen die Kette von einem Manschetten nur. Ich Hnde positionieren vor ihr und bringen Sie die Handschellen zusammen, so dass ihre Handgelenke zu berqueren. Die Kettenstrnge entlang einer Falte in ihren Mantel. Ich gehe herum und ffnen die Tr fr sie. Sie steht ungeschickt, unfhig, ihre Hnde effektiv zu nutzen. Die Ketten Jingles, wie es fllt frei von ihr. Ich nehme es in meine Hand und fhrte sie auf den Brgersteig. Das Flussufer ist ruhig. Es gibt einige Paare hier, aber nicht viele. Wir gehen zusammen, ihr etwas hinter mir. Wir sind verbunden durch die Kette, die ich in der Hand zu halten. Sie ist mit Begeisterung und Lust vibrieren. Ich fhle und Echo es. Wir haben noch nie in unsere Spiele so offen gewesen. Hier ist sie gefesselt und fhrte an einer Kette entlang einer Strae. Wir durchqueren, und das Rauschen des Flusses wird lauter. Ein Paar geht uns aber nicht auch bei uns zu suchen. Ich klimpern die Kette ein wenig, als sie sich bewegen durch. Mein Geliebter schnell zieht es straff und unterdrckte den Klang. Der Fluss ist lauter. Wir knnen sehen, seine Form in dem weichen Licht. Uns gegenber ist die Stadt, es ist schwankend Reflexion in den Fluss. Lrm von der Flussschiffe uns erreicht. Musik und Lachen. Wei Lrm. Wir kommen, um Schritte. Ich fhre sie nach unten in Richtung des Wassers. Es ist schwarz. Schwrzer als die Erde. Schwrzer als die Nacht. Wir stehen dort ein paar Meter von ihm. Ich lasse ihre Handgelenke und nehmen Sie sie in meine Arme. Wir kssen uns und es ist viel, viel besser als das erste. Ich fange an zu aufzuknpfen ihr Fell. Sie wei nicht einmal berprfen, um zu sehen, ob jemand zusieht. Sie sieht einfach in die Augen. Ich gebe ihr ein Lcheln. Der Mantel kommt offen, und ich rutschen meine Arme um ihren Rcken. Die Haut in weich, glatt. Sie bewegt sich gegen mich, eng. Meine Hand fhrt ber den Rcken, berhren die Rippen. Ich drcke ihren Arsch. Meine Hand erreicht zwischen ihre Beine, ein Finger ihr eintritt. Sie sthnt. Langsam habe den Finger. Hnde greifen meinen Rcken. Sie Rolllden. Ihr Atem ist hei an meinem Hals. Ihre Zhne klemmen gegen meine Ohr Lappen. Mein Finger drckt weiter als Antwort. Sie keucht, bewegt ihre Hften, kommt leise. Ich halte sie, bis ihre Atmung verlangsamt. Dann gehen Sie hinter ihr. Ich die Rnder der Mantel auseinander zu ziehen, auszusetzen ihren nackten Krper auf die Klte und die Stadt. Sie lacht leise, aber nicht sich zu bedecken. I Taste ihren Mantel, entfernen Sie die Kette, und steckte es in die Tasche. Als wir zurck zum Auto zu gehen, klammert sie mir fest. "Nun, vielleicht kann ich zurck zu bekommen meinem Buch <<, sage ich mit einem Lcheln. "Unwahrscheinlich, Liebhaber", sagt sie mit dem gleichen Lcheln. Ich gehe in ihrem Schrank und nehmen Sie ein Paar schwarze Heels aus dem Boden. Ich legte sie auf ihr. "Lass uns gehen." Ich sage, und fhren sie nur widerwillig aus der Tr. # # # Sie schiebt ihre Hnde tief in den Manteltaschen, als wir zu Fu aus der Tr. Ich lie sie vor mir gehen und beobachten sie aufmerksam. Sie sieht ganz normal. Ein Nervenkitzel geht durch meine Brust, als ich Echt ize, dass, mit Ausnahme von Grtel und Strmpfe, nackt unter dem ist sie Mantel. Ich ffne die Autotr fr sie. Sie hat eine Hand aus zu entfernen , um die Tasche ihres Mantels unter ihr zu schpfen. Ich sehe, dass die Leder Manschetten sind offensichtlich an ihren Handgelenken. Ich schloss die Tr. Nachdem ich das Auto starten, sage ich, "Gib mir die Handgelenke." Ich nehme ihre Arme und legte sie hinter ihrem Kopf und verbindet die Kette durch die Kopfsttzenhalterung. Ihre Hnde sind ber ihr steckte. Ich ziehen Sie ihren Sicherheitsgurt vor der Brust. Ich ziehe aus der Parkplatz, Driving langsam die Strae. Es ist eine kurze Fahrt zu unserem ersten Ziel. Das Haus ist am Leben mit den Menschen. Sie sieht, wohin wir gehen und starrt mich an. Ich gebe ihr ein kurzes Lcheln. Wir ziehen in die Menge, und ich nehmen Sie die Kette, aber lassen Sie die Manschetten. Ich sage zu ihr: "Nicht reden, wenn jemand fragt, eine direkte Frage. " Wir betreten das Haus und werden sofort durch den Absturz berfallen von Musik. Ich hre ein Mdchen lachen irgendwo im Obergeschoss. Kaskaden durch das Treppenhaus. Wir gehen in den zweiten Stock. Dort werden wir sofort sehen, Mark, Frank, und Phil. Maria, neue Freundin Franks, der zu viel redet, ist auch dort. Beim ersten wir sie trafen, hatte ich meine Geliebte, die bentigt wird, um Maria geknebelt werden erzhlt und verloren. Sie war mit mir einverstanden. Meine Geliebten Schatten mir, als wir die Halle. Ihre Hnde tief graben in die Taschen und die Schulter drckt gegen mich. Ich bewege For- ward lie sie, allein zu stehen, als ich hinbergehen zu Mark. Wir tauschen unsere Gre. Sie steht da und beobachtete mich und ich gebe ihr einen kurzen Blick. Ihr Gesicht sieht gekniffen. Frank fragt eine Frage. Sie gibt ein mdes Lcheln, und antwortet: "Wir sind nur fr eine Fahrt. " "Wir knnen aufhren, einen Drink irgendwo", ergnze ich. "Hey", sagt Mark. "Wir werden einen billigen Film zu sehen. Haben Sie mitkommen wollen. " Ich schliee auf ihre Augen fr einen Moment und ihr Blick ist verzweifelt. Sie definitiv nicht wollen, um zu gehen. Ich lasse die Frage hngen fr einen Moment, dann sinken. "Wir sind nicht fr einen Film angezogen ", sage ich. Maria sagt: "Ihr Jungs sehen gut aus. Vielleicht ein wenig ber gekleidet. Aber das ist in Ordnung. Wir wrden es, die aus der aussehen wrde sein Platz. Vielleicht sollten Sie mich Frank Drop-off in meiner Wohnung und ich kann mich umziehen. Ich ein neues Outfit gekauft habe. Es ist rot mit .... " Ich unterdrcke ein Lcheln, als sie spricht. "Nein, wir haben nur durch gestoppt Sozial fr ein paar Minuten sein. Dann werden wir zu gehen soziale zusammen. Komm schon ", sage ich zu meiner Geliebten. "Mal sehen, wer sonst ist rund. " ich ihre Hand zu nehmen und es rutscht aus ihrer Tasche, ohne sie darber nachzudenken. Ich ziehe sie durch die Gruppe und fr eine zweite Mark schaut ar ihr Handgelenk. Sieht er? Von den vier in der Halle, ist Mark zuletzt Vanille. Keiner von ihnen wei, was mein Geliebter und ich. Die anderen drei wrde wahrscheinlich unglaublich schockiert. Unsere Vanille Tarnung ist ziemlich gut. Hat Mark finden Sie in der Ledermanschette am Handgelenk? Wenn er tut, sagt er nichts. Wir durchqueren das Haus und sprechen Sie mit mehreren Personen. Mein Geliebter ist sanft und gelehrig, was etwas seltsam fr sie ist. In der Regel ist sie ausgehende und gesprchig. Ich bin sicher, einige Leute fragen, was ist falsch. Wir beenden unsere Tour durch das Haus, wieder endet, wo wir begonnen, in der Halle mit Mark, Frank, Phil, und Maria, der redet zu viel. Ich sage, unser Abschied, und wir gehen. Da wir zu Fu zum Auto, frage ich sie, "Aufgeregt?" Sie sieht mich an. "Gott, ja." "Ich hoffe, dass Sie nicht auf den Teppich tropft. Es ist neu, weit du?" Ich ffne die Tr fr sie. "Willst du nach Hause?" "Nur, wenn Sie das tun", sagt sie und blickte mich an. "Eine weitere Haltestelle." # # # Ich warte, bis wir weg vom Haus, dann muss ich ran. I befestigen wieder die Arme an der Kopfsttze. Die Position schiebt ihre Brust raus, wlbt den Rcken, macht sie schauen noch sinnlich. Ich aufzuknpfen ihren Mantel. Sie windet sich. Sie will nicht diese. Wenn jemand geht, indem er konnte leicht sehen, ihr weies Fleisch gegen den dunklen des Autos. Dennoch ist sie fest an seinem Platz, und ich einfach ffnen Sie das Fell. Ihr winden nur macht sie zu mehr Erotik. Das fahle Licht geworfen von der Straenlaterne gibt ihrer Haut einen blulichen Farbton. Ein Schatten versteckt ihre Fotze, so dass die Blitze ich verlockend finden. Das Fell ist jetzt vllig offen. Sie wird von Kopf bis ausgesetzt Oberschenkel. Ich ziehe vom Bordstein weg, drehen Sie Harding in Richtung Schnellstrae. Sie atmet schwer. Sie ist sowohl in Panik und erregt. "Haben Sie eine Augenbinde brauchen, Liebe?" Frage ich. Sie springt auf dem Klang meiner Stimme. Aber sie lchelt sanft. "Nein, meine Liebe." Die Schnellstrae ist heller und sie versucht, in kneten sich ihren Platz. Aber sie kann nicht. Ihre Handgelenke fest an der Kopf gebunden Ruhe und sie nur wenig bewegen kann. Alle, ihr in die Win- dow, wrde ihre Brste ganz leicht zu sehen. Jeder von oben wrde ihr Strumpfband und rasierte Muschi sehen. Die Schnellstrae ist leer, aber immer noch hlt sie suchen hinter uns und vor uns, ob seit herannahende Autos. Es gibt vor uns ist ein langsameres Auto. Ich beschleunigen, in der Nhe davon von hinten und eine Fahrspur auf der linken Seite davon. Der Fahrer wird auf sein ihre Seite des Autos, wenn ich weitergeben. Sie sieht mich an, aber ich bleibe mit Augen auf der Strae. Im letzten Moment, die Spur zu wechseln und ich passieren auf der rechten Seite. Sie sieht geradeaus, wie ich weitergeben, die nicht wollen, die Fahrer ziehen Aufmerksamkeit durch die Beobachtung, ob er passt. Wir passieren und dann sind wir ber den Fluss. Wir nehmen Sie die erste Ausfahrt. Covington An der Ampel, ist sie auer sich. Es gibt Leute in der Nhe. Sie windet sich in den Sitz, wie sie versucht, um sicherzustellen, dass niemand zuschaut. Wie wir ziehen weg, eine Gruppe von Menschen um die Ecke. Einer von ihnen, ein Mann, aussieht. Sieht er? Hat er Einblick ihren nackten Krper? Ich beobachte ihn im Rckspiegel, und er beobachtet uns. Dann sind wir weg von der brennenden Bezirk, kurz vor dem his- torischen Fluss-Frontbereich. Wir haben hier schon bei Tageslicht gewesen Stunden und Nachtstunden. In der Tat, unser erster Kuss war hier durch den Fluss, einige Jahre zurck. Es war eine schreckliche Kuss. Ich parken und wir sitzen einen Moment. Meine Hand streichelt ihre inneren Oberschenkel. Sie bewegt sich dagegen. Ihr Krper ist heftig hei. Ich berhre ihre Hgel, streicheln die Klitoris. Sie stt gegen den Sitz und versuchte, setzen mehr Druck gegen meine Hand, aber ich wegziehen. Ich bin in einem neckischen Stimmung. I Taste ihren Mantel, dann lsen die Kette von einem Manschetten nur. Ich Hnde positionieren vor ihr und bringen Sie die Handschellen zusammen, so dass ihre Handgelenke zu berqueren. Die Kettenstrnge entlang einer Falte in ihren Mantel. Ich gehe herum und ffnen die Tr fr sie. Sie steht ungeschickt, unfhig, ihre Hnde effektiv zu nutzen. Die Ketten Jingles, wie es fllt frei von ihr. Ich nehme es in meine Hand und fhrte sie auf den Brgersteig. Das Flussufer ist ruhig. Es gibt einige Paare hier, aber nicht viele. Wir gehen zusammen, ihr etwas hinter mir. Wir sind verbunden durch die Kette, die ich in der Hand zu halten. Sie ist mit Begeisterung und Lust vibrieren. Ich fhle und Echo es. Wir haben noch nie in unsere Spiele so offen gewesen. Hier ist sie gefesselt und fhrte an einer Kette entlang einer Strae. Wir durchqueren, und das Rauschen des Flusses wird lauter. Ein Paar geht uns aber nicht auch bei uns zu suchen. Ich klimpern die Kette ein wenig, als sie sich bewegen durch. Mein Geliebter schnell zieht es straff und unterdrckte den Klang. Der Fluss ist lauter. Wir knnen sehen, seine Form in dem weichen Licht. Uns gegenber ist die Stadt, es ist schwankend Reflexion in den Fluss. Lrm von der Flussschiffe uns erreicht. Musik und Lachen. Wei Lrm. Wir kommen, um Schritte. Ich fhre sie nach unten in Richtung des Wassers. Es ist schwarz. Schwrzer als die Erde. Schwrzer als die Nacht. Wir stehen dort ein paar Meter von ihm. Ich lasse ihre Handgelenke und nehmen Sie sie in meine Arme. Wir kssen uns und es ist viel, viel besser als das erste. Ich fange an zu aufzuknpfen ihr Fell. Sie wei nicht einmal berprfen, um zu sehen, ob jemand zusieht. Sie sieht einfach in die Augen. Ich gebe ihr ein Lcheln. Der Mantel kommt offen, und ich rutschen meine Arme um ihren Rcken. Die Haut in weich, glatt. Sie bewegt sich gegen mich, eng. Meine Hand fhrt ber den Rcken, berhren die Rippen. Ich drcke ihren Arsch. Meine Hand erreicht zwischen ihre Beine, ein Finger ihr eintritt. Sie sthnt. Langsam habe den Finger. Hnde greifen meinen Rcken. Sie Rolllden. Ihr Atem ist hei an meinem Hals. Ihre Zhne klemmen gegen meine Ohr Lappen. Mein Finger drckt weiter als Antwort. Sie keucht, bewegt ihre Hften, kommt leise. Ich halte sie, bis ihre Atmung verlangsamt. Dann gehen Sie hinter ihr. Ich die Rnder der Mantel auseinander zu ziehen, auszusetzen ihren nackten Krper auf die Klte und die Stadt. Sie lacht leise, aber nicht sich zu bedecken. I Taste ihren Mantel, entfernen Sie die Kette, und steckte es in die Tasche. Als wir zurck zum Auto zu gehen, klammert sie mir fest. "Nun, vielleicht kann ich zurck zu bekommen meinem Buch <<, sage ich mit einem Lcheln. "Unwahrscheinlich, Liebhaber", sagt sie mit dem gleichen Lcheln. Ich gehe in ihrem Schrank und nehmen Sie ein Paar schwarze Heels aus dem Boden. Ich legte sie auf ihr. "Lass uns gehen." Ich sage, und fhren sie nur widerwillig aus der Tr. # # # Sie schiebt ihre Hnde tief in den Manteltaschen, als wir zu Fu aus der Tr. Ich lie sie vor mir gehen und beobachten sie aufmerksam. Sie sieht ganz normal. Ein Nervenkitzel geht durch meine Brust, als ich Echt ize, dass, mit Ausnahme von Grtel und Strmpfe, nackt unter dem ist sie Mantel. Ich ffne die Autotr fr sie. Sie hat eine Hand aus zu entfernen , um die Tasche ihres Mantels unter ihr zu schpfen. Ich sehe, dass die Leder Manschetten sind offensichtlich an ihren Handgelenken. Ich schloss die Tr. Nachdem ich das Auto starten, sage ich, "Gib mir die Handgelenke." Ich nehme ihre Arme und legte sie hinter ihrem Kopf und verbindet die Kette durch die Kopfsttzenhalterung. Ihre Hnde sind ber ihr steckte. Ich ziehen Sie ihren Sicherheitsgurt vor der Brust. Ich ziehe aus der Parkplatz, Driving langsam die Strae. Es ist eine kurze Fahrt zu unserem ersten Ziel. Das Haus ist am Leben mit den Menschen. Sie sieht, wohin wir gehen und starrt mich an. Ich gebe ihr ein kurzes Lcheln. Wir ziehen in die Menge, und ich nehmen Sie die Kette, aber lassen Sie die Manschetten. Ich sage zu ihr: "Nicht reden, wenn jemand fragt, eine direkte Frage. " Wir betreten das Haus und werden sofort durch den Absturz berfallen von Musik. Ich hre ein Mdchen lachen irgendwo im Obergeschoss. Kaskaden durch das Treppenhaus. Wir gehen in den zweiten Stock. Dort werden wir sofort sehen, Mark, Frank, und Phil. Maria, neue Freundin Franks, der zu viel redet, ist auch dort. Beim ersten wir sie trafen, hatte ich meine Geliebte, die bentigt wird, um Maria geknebelt werden erzhlt und verloren. Sie war mit mir einverstanden. Meine Geliebten Schatten mir, als wir die Halle. Ihre Hnde tief graben in die Taschen und die Schulter drckt gegen mich. Ich bewege For- ward lie sie, allein zu stehen, als ich hinbergehen zu Mark. Wir tauschen unsere Gre. Sie steht da und beobachtete mich und ich gebe ihr einen kurzen Blick. Ihr Gesicht sieht gekniffen. Frank fragt eine Frage. Sie gibt ein mdes Lcheln, und antwortet: "Wir sind nur fr eine Fahrt. " "Wir knnen aufhren, einen Drink irgendwo", ergnze ich. "Hey", sagt Mark. "Wir werden einen billigen Film zu sehen. Haben Sie mitkommen wollen. " Ich schliee auf ihre Augen fr einen Moment und ihr Blick ist verzweifelt. Sie definitiv nicht wollen, um zu gehen. Ich lasse die Frage hngen fr einen Moment, dann sinken. "Wir sind nicht fr einen Film angezogen ", sage ich. Maria sagt: "Ihr Jungs sehen gut aus. Vielleicht ein wenig ber gekleidet. Aber das ist in Ordnung. Wir wrden es, die aus der aussehen wrde sein Platz. Vielleicht sollten Sie mich Frank Drop-off in meiner Wohnung und ich kann mich umziehen. Ich ein neues Outfit gekauft habe. Es ist rot mit .... " Ich unterdrcke ein Lcheln, als sie spricht. "Nein, wir haben nur durch gestoppt Sozial fr ein paar Minuten sein. Dann werden wir zu gehen soziale zusammen. Komm schon ", sage ich zu meiner Geliebten. "Mal sehen, wer sonst ist rund. " ich ihre Hand zu nehmen und es rutscht aus ihrer Tasche, ohne sie darber nachzudenken. Ich ziehe sie durch die Gruppe und fr eine zweite Mark schaut ar ihr Handgelenk. Sieht er? Von den vier in der Halle, ist Mark zuletzt Vanille. Keiner von ihnen wei, was mein Geliebter und ich. Die anderen drei wrde wahrscheinlich unglaublich schockiert. Unsere Vanille Tarnung ist ziemlich gut. Hat Mark finden Sie in der Ledermanschette am Handgelenk? Wenn er tut, sagt er nichts. Wir durchqueren das Haus und sprechen Sie mit mehreren Personen. Mein Geliebter ist sanft und gelehrig, was etwas seltsam fr sie ist. In der Regel ist sie ausgehende und gesprchig. Ich bin sicher, einige Leute fragen, was ist falsch. Wir beenden unsere Tour durch das Haus, wieder endet, wo wir begonnen, in der Halle mit Mark, Frank, Phil, und Maria, der redet zu viel. Ich sage, unser Abschied, und wir gehen. Da wir zu Fu zum Auto, frage ich sie, "Aufgeregt?" Sie sieht mich an. "Gott, ja." "Ich hoffe, dass Sie nicht auf den Teppich tropft. Es ist neu, weit du?" Ich ffne die Tr fr sie. "Willst du nach Hause?" "Nur, wenn Sie das tun", sagt sie und blickte mich an. "Eine weitere Haltestelle." # # # Ich warte, bis wir weg vom Haus, dann muss ich ran. I befestigen wieder die Arme an der Kopfsttze. Die Position schiebt ihre Brust raus, wlbt den Rcken, macht sie schauen noch sinnlich. Ich aufzuknpfen ihren Mantel. Sie windet sich. Sie will nicht diese. Wenn jemand geht, indem er konnte leicht sehen, ihr weies Fleisch gegen den dunklen des Autos. Dennoch ist sie fest an seinem Platz, und ich einfach ffnen Sie das Fell. Ihr winden nur macht sie zu mehr Erotik. Das fahle Licht geworfen von der Straenlaterne gibt ihrer Haut einen blulichen Farbton. Ein Schatten versteckt ihre Fotze, so dass die Blitze ich verlockend finden. Das Fell ist jetzt vllig offen. Sie wird von Kopf bis ausgesetzt Oberschenkel. Ich ziehe vom Bordstein weg, drehen Sie Harding in Richtung Schnellstrae. Sie atmet schwer. Sie ist sowohl in Panik und erregt. "Haben Sie eine Augenbinde brauchen, Liebe?" Frage ich. Sie springt auf dem Klang meiner Stimme. Aber sie lchelt sanft. "Nein, meine Liebe." Die Schnellstrae ist heller und sie versucht, in kneten sich ihren Platz. Aber sie kann nicht. Ihre Handgelenke fest an der Kopf gebunden Ruhe und sie nur wenig bewegen kann. Alle, ihr in die Win- dow, wrde ihre Brste ganz leicht zu sehen. Jeder von oben wrde ihr Strumpfband und rasierte Muschi sehen. Die Schnellstrae ist leer, aber immer noch hlt sie suchen hinter uns und vor uns, ob seit herannahende Autos. Es gibt vor uns ist ein langsameres Auto. Ich beschleunigen, in der Nhe davon von hinten und eine Fahrspur auf der linken Seite davon. Der Fahrer wird auf sein ihre Seite des Autos, wenn ich weitergeben. Sie sieht mich an, aber ich bleibe mit Augen auf der Strae. Im letzten Moment, die Spur zu wechseln und ich passieren auf der rechten Seite. Sie sieht geradeaus, wie ich weitergeben, die nicht wollen, die Fahrer ziehen Aufmerksamkeit durch die Beobachtung, ob er passt. Wir passieren und dann sind wir ber den Fluss. Wir nehmen Sie die erste Ausfahrt. Covington An der Ampel, ist sie auer sich. Es gibt Leute in der Nhe. Sie windet sich in den Sitz, wie sie versucht, um sicherzustellen, dass niemand zuschaut. Wie wir ziehen weg, eine Gruppe von Menschen um die Ecke. Einer von ihnen, ein Mann, aussieht. Sieht er? Hat er Einblick ihren nackten Krper? Ich beobachte ihn im Rckspiegel, und er beobachtet uns. Dann sind wir weg von der brennenden Bezirk, kurz vor dem his- torischen Fluss-Frontbereich. Wir haben hier schon bei Tageslicht gewesen Stunden und Nachtstunden. In der Tat, unser erster Kuss war hier durch den Fluss, einige Jahre zurck. Es war eine schreckliche Kuss. Ich parken und wir sitzen einen Moment. Meine Hand streichelt ihre inneren Oberschenkel. Sie bewegt sich dagegen. Ihr Krper ist heftig hei. Ich berhre ihre Hgel, streicheln die Klitoris. Sie stt gegen den Sitz und versuchte, setzen mehr Druck gegen meine Hand, aber ich wegziehen. Ich bin in einem neckischen Stimmung. I Taste ihren Mantel, dann lsen die Kette von einem Manschetten nur. Ich Hnde positionieren vor ihr und bringen Sie die Handschellen zusammen, so dass ihre Handgelenke zu berqueren. Die Kettenstrnge entlang einer Falte in ihren Mantel. Ich gehe herum und ffnen die Tr fr sie. Sie steht ungeschickt, unfhig, ihre Hnde effektiv zu nutzen. Die Ketten Jingles, wie es fllt frei von ihr. Ich nehme es in meine Hand und fhrte sie auf den Brgersteig. Das Flussufer ist ruhig. Es gibt einige Paare hier, aber nicht viele. Wir gehen zusammen, ihr etwas hinter mir. Wir sind verbunden durch die Kette, die ich in der Hand zu halten. Sie ist mit Begeisterung und Lust vibrieren. Ich fhle und Echo es. Wir haben noch nie in unsere Spiele so offen gewesen. Hier ist sie gefesselt und fhrte an einer Kette entlang einer Strae. Wir durchqueren, und das Rauschen des Flusses wird lauter. Ein Paar geht uns aber nicht auch bei uns zu suchen. Ich klimpern die Kette ein wenig, als sie sich bewegen durch. Mein Geliebter schnell zieht es straff und unterdrckte den Klang. Der Fluss ist lauter. Wir knnen sehen, seine Form in dem weichen Licht. Uns gegenber ist die Stadt, es ist schwankend Reflexion in den Fluss. Lrm von der Flussschiffe uns erreicht. Musik und Lachen. Wei Lrm. Wir kommen, um Schritte. Ich fhre sie nach unten in Richtung des Wassers. Es ist schwarz. Schwrzer als die Erde. Schwrzer als die Nacht. Wir stehen dort ein paar Meter von ihm. Ich lasse ihre Handgelenke und nehmen Sie sie in meine Arme. Wir kssen uns und es ist viel, viel besser als das erste. Ich fange an zu aufzuknpfen ihr Fell. Sie wei nicht einmal berprfen, um zu sehen, ob jemand zusieht. Sie sieht einfach in die Augen. Ich gebe ihr ein Lcheln. Der Mantel kommt offen, und ich rutschen meine Arme um ihren Rcken. Die Haut in weich, glatt. Sie bewegt sich gegen mich, eng. Meine Hand fhrt ber den Rcken, berhren die Rippen. Ich drcke ihren Arsch. Meine Hand erreicht zwischen ihre Beine, ein Finger ihr eintritt. Sie sthnt. Langsam habe den Finger. Hnde greifen meinen Rcken. Sie Rolllden. Ihr Atem ist hei an meinem Hals. Ihre Zhne klemmen gegen meine Ohr Lappen. Mein Finger drckt weiter als Antwort. Sie keucht, bewegt ihre Hften, kommt leise. Ich halte sie, bis ihre Atmung verlangsamt. Dann gehen Sie hinter ihr. Ich die Rnder der Mantel auseinander zu ziehen, auszusetzen ihren nackten Krper auf die Klte und die Stadt. Sie lacht leise, aber nicht sich zu bedecken. I Taste ihren Mantel, entfernen Sie die Kette, und steckte es in die Tasche. Als wir zurck zum Auto zu gehen, klammert sie mir fest. "Nun, vielleicht kann ich zurck zu bekommen meinem Buch <<, sage ich mit einem Lcheln. "Unwahrscheinlich, Liebhaber", sagt sie mit dem gleichen Lcheln.

Good Neighbor Policy I remember the day they moved in, it was our 25th Wedding Anniversary the day the van pulled up. The rest of the neighborhood had planned a block party for us and I recall the moving van being parked in front of our house (and theirs, it was so long) when I woke up. The cab was a sleeper and 3 men alighted around 8 o'clock and undid the back doors and the move-in started. After coffee I went over to introduce myself to the couple who were pointing out to the movers where to place everything. "Hello, My name is Casey Sperry (the name I always used instead of Keith Cale Sperry) and I guess I'm going to be your new next door neighbor." I said to the tall thin gentleman pointing and gesticulating places to rest the boxes and furniture coming off the truck. "Eli Colleat! Glad to meet you. Sorry to come in here cold, but we bought this place based on pictures from my realtor and a video tour. We came all the way from Fort Benning, Georgia and flight connections are as much as a house payment. We just had to get into a place that had 4 seasons and New York seemed the best bet." He said as he turned and gave me a firm handshake. "Oh? Military?" I queried. "No, but close enough that we had a Fort Benning South mailing address, even though we were actually in the Columbus Georgia limits. My mail carrier explained it once, something about rural routes and that, but, it doesn't matter anymore." Just then a woman came into the garage raising her pointed finger to make a point to Eli when she stopped and Eli turned to her. "Fontana, honey, this is Casey Sperry, our new next door neighbor." Fontana wiped her hand on her pants and extended it to shake hands. "So nice to be greeted so soon. Umm, all those decorations on the block aren't for us, are they?" "Well, I wish I could tell you yes, but they are for a 25th Anniversary Party the block is throwing for me and my wife Linn. You should stop over later when it gets going, you can meet everyone." I suggested as my eyes surveyed her up and down, trying not to be too conspicuous. She was thin and appeared a bit muscular in her arms and chest area, but had prominent breasts, nice 88's. (88 is an orange (fruit) size, "medium", I worked for many years as a fruit and veggie buyer for a Buy-Low, a supermarket chain. I worked from my home in the Food Broker business now. It's how the crass men in our field judged breast size. The average fat winter Florida navels are 56's. It's how many you can get in a standard 40 pound crate. Men are pigs, and I'm one of them) "We'll talk about it and get back to you." She said decisively and walked away. That was when I first noticed her delicious ass. Plump and shifting side to side, just like the beat to Roy Orbison's "Pretty Woman". "We'll be there. She seems to think we'll get EVERYTHING moved in as they bring it, and we're already falling behind. I just want the big furniture in place for tomorrow when the kids get here. Her mother is driving them up." Eli said with a proud smile. "Oh, kids! How many?" "Two boys, 10 and 11." He told me as I became afraid to ask what an Eli and a Fontana might name their kids. "Joey and Jimmy." He finished. I was so afraid he was going to tell me "Atlee and Ferguson" or some other odd names to let their kids know how THEY had suffered with "off the path" names. "Oh? How nice! They will like the block here. Lots of kids, and in their age group, too. Ours are grown and out of the nest, Robert and Sue Ellen. We were about the first house in the development, the down payment a wedding gift from both of our parents. We had been high school sweethearts and got married the year after we graduated, and like I said, today's our Anniversary as well as Linn's birthday, the 6th anniversary of her 39th, heh, heh. (We were each 20 when we married) Eli nodded but was clearly distracted by the two movers with hand carts of boxes waiting for instructions. "Well, ELI! Let me let you get back to the project at hand, moving in! I'll be back over later as things with the party develop. You two really should meet everyone." I said sidestepping a uniformed mover and going back home. That afternoon Eli talked sense to his wife, finally convincing her that there was no way they could have the whole house set up for their boys' arrival the next day. They came to the block party and thus began a mutual admiration society between them and their neighbors. We are a tightly knit group of couples and families who look out for each other all the time, helping each other out, covering for each other, watching our homes when we're away, and taking a general interest in each other's well being. When one of our kids was married we all were there to send them off into life with full support. We had close relationships with many neighbors, but none more so close as we got to Fontana and Eli. Being next door neighbors you tend to know EVERYTHING about them, and they us, and we always shared life's victories and defeats, many times over too much alcohol. Unfortunately, my marriage with Linn didn't last to our 35th Anniversary. Linn had a mid-life crisis of sorts after a breast cancer scare. After 3 rounds of chemo-therapy that seemed to take care of the dreaded disease she lost her zest for life with me. We seemed to grow apart at all levels and I realized that the woman I married was no longer in Linn's body. I fully expected her to ask me to move out when she told me SHE was moving out to travel the country and find the peace and solace she once knew with me. While I did not want to lose her, it was apparent that the woman I married was no longer in love with me and her life became more and more secretive and private. She hadn't taken lovers or anything like that, she was just dreadfully unhappy. She sought to dissolve the marriage with a one-time pay-off from our savings and IRA's to get her started. I fully expected her to come to her senses, but she left with around 50K and an agreement for another 50K payoff at 59 and a half. (When I could get it out without penalty) She got lawyers to set it in stone with no further possibility of remuneration. I hear from her from time to time, as do the kids, and all I know is that she is working in the medical X-ray field, as she did when we were married, near Las Vegas. Now with people like Eli and Fontana you tend to become very close to them as you share more and more of your lives. I thought of the two of them as brother and sister. While Linn was here we vacationed together, went out together, and spent many an afternoon and evening together with dinners, BBQ's, and the like. I remembered a few times when we all had too much to drink and the talk got sexy and we said things we wouldn't normally share, outside of marriage. On one particular night when we were all pretty randy and blitzed we put on a porn movie we found in my sons room when we cleaned it out upon his moving. Now, no sexual contact even occurred between any of us, nor was it even suggested. One odd thing was when the movie got to a point where the male lead would ejaculate in the woman's mouth, Eli recoiled, spouting; "That is the most disgusting thing I can imagine! How could any man treat a woman like that!" Linn and I were both shocked at his revulsion to the act that we thought of as pretty normal during a hot session with your lover. I remember looking at Fontana as he carried on and she seemed to be shaking her head at him and she gave me a little grin. We continued watching the flick after his little tirade and towards the end, the couple has anal sex, where upon Eli got up and walked out, saying it was over the line, dragging Fontana away with him. She protested to him that it was only a movie, and not an endorsement from us. The next day he came over and apologized for his actions saying he drank too much and was just so grossed out at the perverted sex on the screen he couldn't sit there anymore. Linn and I had tried anal a few times over the years and although not a favorite of hers, she consented occasionally and we never thought it "perverted". Linn had been gone for about 2 years, a year shy of what would have been our 35th Anniversary, and I was at the Colleat house for burgers and beers, a near regular Summer Saturday tradition, especially since both of their boys were overseas at college (Eli's UK alma mater). This day, however, Eli was finishing painting some doors. It was a job he had fallen behind on and wanted them to dry before heavy humidity was due to move in. I was sitting drinking a beer as Fontana started the grill and began to sear the burgers. I truly was staring at her ass as it swayed and I guess I got into a bit of a trance on it as she turned and said, "Geez Casey, would you like a picture of it to bring home?" "What, the grill? I asked. "You know what I mean, . . . MY ASS! God, are you that lonely?" "Fontana my dear, a man need not be lonely to look at your ass, he need only be breathing. It's quite lovely and the only reason you haven't known I admired it before was because I wasn't caught." "You should get back out there. You're not even 55 yet and still a handsome guy. You don't sit home and look at that old porno movie, do you? There are a lot of willing available women to be had, if you look." She scolded. "Oh Fontana, I guess I'm too lazy to look around for them. Linn had been perfect for me and I know she isn't coming back. It's just at almost 55 there aren't a lot of desirable women my age." I said making my excuse, still embarrassed she had caught me ogling. "They don't have to be your age. Jesus God! I'd find you attractive if I were shopping for a mate and I'm 10 years, more or less, younger than you. So don't . . . . . ." She stopped mid-sentence as Eli came out of the basement where he was working. "Is the grill ready? I can finish from here Fontana." He said as she gave me a cute little smile and excused herself to go in and finish the salad. She did look back to see me watching her walk-away, and she smiled. I know she wasn't coming on to me and I would never do anything to hurt Eli anyway. She was just trying to encourage me to "put myself out there". But, at 54, almost 55, I really didn't feel the urge to do the chase. I was still in pretty good shape, had all my dark hair, but I just didn't feel the urge to pursue a woman again. I had thought of going out of town and enlisting a prostitute, but the possibility of arrest made me realize that going to Nevada was my only option. Getting laid was going to cost me a couple grand with airfare, hotel, and brothel fees. Just how much better was it over free jerking off? Over the next few months I have to admit that any time Fontana and I were alone together, she acted differently towards me, as compared to when Eli was around. She never came on to me, never flirted, but her attitude when we were alone was different. It was like that of a long married couple, I guess. The mood would be described as "very familiar". On the occasion of my 55th birthday my kids came to town to celebrate with me and we had a great time, despite the fact that Linn never showed up as she had promised the kids she would. She had made a pact with my daughter Sue Ellen that she would come with her new man, but he would stay behind in their hotel and not be at the party. My son Bob was pissed that she would even consider showing with another man. Whatever happened in the end, I don't know, but she never showed, leaving both kids in a funk. Sue Ellen told me later that she thought if Linn came and saw the house, me, the neighborhood, and our friends she might pine for her old life. But that wasn't to be. During the party Eli got a call from his sister saying his mother was close to death (she had suffered from Alzheimer's for years) and he quickly arranged to fly out that evening. My son Bob arranged to take him to the airport when he went to get his own flight home. Sue Ellen and her husband had taken the train and were on the Lake Shore Limited later that night. So while the weekend and party were real nice and a great joy to see and spend time with the kids, when everyone left I fell into a depression funk. I sat on the back deck with a bottle of Jamesons, a shot glass and a pitcher of iced tea. My plan was to get blotto, go inside and sleep as long as I could escape my depression. I felt I would be OK Monday as soon as I began phoning my accounts. Once I got immersed in work I was always fine. I had just sipped my third shot of Jamesons when I heard Fontana from the fence near the deck. "Going to take a trip of your own? That's no answer to your troubles. Be happy the kids were here with all your friends. Sue Ellen told me the whole Linn story. You know she was never going to come back to you Casey." "I know, and I never expected her to really. I just thought she might at least call. I would like to hear her voice even though I know it's not attached to the woman I once loved, well still do. It's just she doesn't exist anymore. Damn drugs washed her away, saved her life, but washed her away. Had she died I don't know if that would have been better or worse for me." I said bitterly. "Tell you what, I'll come over and keep you company if I can bring a pot of coffee for us. I don't want to see you passed out on the deck." She said invitingly. "I suppose. But I hope I don't regret losing this buzz." I said with a half smile, glad I had a friend to talk with. "Tell you what; I'll bring some Irish Mist over too. It won't go down as fast or be as potent as the Jamesons in hot coffee, and you can control your buzz better, OK?" She said smiling. I nodded and she went off to make her Thermos carafe of coffee. I managed one more shot of my Irish whiskey before she got here. When she came up the deck steps with the carafe and her bottle she had a conciliatory smile on her face that soothed my mood. It was nice to know someone really cared for me and my feelings. Fontana was determined to get me to put myself out there and find another woman to love, or at least spend time with. I railed about any woman my age or even 10 or 20 years younger would have baggage that I wasn't sure I could deal with. "Don't be silly! We ALL have baggage, just like you do. I'm sure you could find someone who would accept you from your own day one together, as you would accept hers. Even if you went to one of those singles get togethers and were seen, the word would circulate that you were interested. There are LOTS of women looking for a good man, and they all talk. Your marriage didn't break up because you were a cheater, a gambler, an alcoholic, couldn't hold a job, or any other common reason. You don't have baggage, really. If you hooked up with a woman who had a questionable past what would you care as long as she had amended her ways, but STILL, I'm sure there are a lot of women in the same situation as you. Single through no fault of their own. Have an open mind." She reasoned with me, her hand on my arm as her eyes fixed on mine. Fontana really cared for my well being. "Oh, I suppose you're right. I just don't want to face going through the whole chase, trap, and capture of finding a new woman. I know they are out there and that in the end I would be happy, but, I guess I'm just too lazy to begin to make the commitment." "Pish-Pash, you're just too lazy and you don't seem to remember the fun of the chase." She said waving her hands to me trying to sweep away my attitude. Just then she slapped her arm at a mosquito and I brushed one from my leg. "Come on, I'll help you move our party inside. It's only 8:30 or so. We can talk more inside." She said picking up her carafe and bottle while I got the cups and blew out the candles. (The ones that were supposed to keep the bugs away) We sat at the dining room table and she picked up the Church bulletin from that mornings Mass. "You know I saw in church this morning's bulletin that there's going to be a singles dance next weekend in the Parish Hall. You should go. Look, it says 35 and older." I pushed my chair from the table and waved off her idea quickly and turned my head envisioning the kind of desperate woman who would go to a church gathering to find a date when Fontana suddenly got up and sat on my lap. "Doesn't it feel nice to be close to a woman? To feel her warm body next to yours, her breath on your cheek as she hugs you?" She said as she did just that. "Fontana! Don't! This isn't right." I insisted. "Casey, just tell me it doesn't feel good to feel that rush again." She said with a sly grin. "YES, it does feel good. You've fed my evening shower fantasy, now get up." "No, I want you to know the joys of having someone who cares for you to be close. You know nothing could ever come between Eli and I. I'm just trying to help you understand what it feels like again." She said, her mouth close to mine. She sighed and pasted her mouth to mine as I tried to resist her, but her soft lips and taste was too hard to turn down. I enjoined her kiss. It was a longer than normal kiss between two friends and her tongue brushed the inside of my mouth as I was determined NOT to engage her that way. She pulled back from me and looked at me with a sexy smile. "Underneath me I can feel there is no denying that you like this. You see? There's still life in you and your loins are still interested. NOW, do you think the "hassle" of dating might be worth it?" She asked. "Yes, for sure. Obviously I like it. Now get up before something happens I'm sorry for." I said forcefully. "Nothing will happen you'll be sorry for. I'm having fun too. It's nice to know I still have it, . . .the allure. We talked baggage, would you think any less of me to know I was best known in high school as EO." She grinned. "What does EO mean?" I wondered. "Easy Oral. I made a lot of the boys happy. I was very popular. My girlfriends and I kept our boyfriends that way, without having the risk of getting preggers. Hugging, kissing, squeezing, fingering and then a happy ending." She giggled. "Eli said he thought that was disgusting. How did you two get together?" "He didn't like the happy ending, but he loved the blowjobs. I've watched him jerk off into a towel or underwear for 20 years. He has too many great qualities for me hold that against him." "Fontana! That's too personal to talk about!" I said shocked that she made such an intimate comment. "Casey, don't be such a prude. I knew Linn well enough to know you were a real hornball, especially when you drank. If you want to talk intimate, what do you call me sitting on your big hard dick?" She had me flustered beyond the realm of my imagination. I wanted to throw her down on the floor and fuck the stars out of her, but this was my friend, besides being my friend's wife. "Please Fontana, before this gets beyond where either of us can help what happens." I told her. She twisted a bit on my dick, inciting me more and kissed me once again saying, "Let me tell you what's going to happen. You need to see what you're missing out there. Now I know you ogle my boobs and my ass all of the time, but my clothes aren't coming off and they won't be any screwing like that. HOWEVER, I plan on going to my knees, undoing your pants and letting that nice cock of yours free. Once I've stroked off the day's lint and whatever I'm going to give you a great big blowjob. Now before you protest, let me talk about baggage. I know you probably think of me as Eli's sexy little wife who might have been somewhat of a virgin on her wedding day, but nothing is further from the truth. (She twists and turns her ass over my cock a little more) On my prom night I gave my boyfriend a blowjob in the limo on the way there and I had cum-breath until he got me some punch. My girlfriend had a fight with her boyfriend at the After-Prom party. While some of the others tried to console her, I took him outside to talk sense to him, he was an old friend of mine. I gave him a blowjob behind the shed in the yard. He went in and made up with her right away and we all had a great night and day the next day at Six Flags. When my boyfriend brought me home my parents and family were at my cousins wedding, that I missed because of the Prom. He took my anal cherry in my own bed that day. You see I was not taking any chances on getting pregnant. So I am NOT the delicate little flower you may think I am." She said finishing with a big wet kiss before she slid to the floor. She looked up at me and said "Please cooperate with me to show you what you're missing and give me my first taste of that cum juice I've had in over 20 years, and I DO miss it." At this point I would have screwed a dog on national TV just to get my nut. Fontana was a sexy lady in the first place, but her dirty talk and wiggling on my cock with her beautiful ass had me leaving all of my scruples and morals way back in the dust. I reached down to get the button on my pants and she slapped my hands away. "You just sit and enjoy, the only thing I'll ask you to do is to lift your ass when I'm ready to let your shorts down. Believe me, you won't enjoy this any more than me because I can't wait to taste your cock and your cum and I think you won't have any problem enjoying your fucking little slutty neighbor giving you a blowjob. Tomorrow I'll be back to being your prim neighbor Fontana and there won't be a word said about this . . . .EVER!" She undid my shorts and then the zipper, reaching over the waistband to pull out my cock and relieve the strain of my shorts against burgeoning she had caused. She lovingly stroked me, one hand after the other as if she were pulling off a condom over and over. "If this is too exciting for you and you feel like cumming tell me, we'll slow down, unless you think you can go twice." She said with devilish grin. I felt my lower lip quiver as I said, "Twice hasn't been a guarantee for a while, even though I think you could give me a triple." "Ooooo, big words for a man who hasn't had it for almost 2 years, but I know you jerk off so I'll trust your instincts." She said as she pulled zipper the rest of the way down and parted the flaps and reached to my waist grabbing my shorts and boxer briefs in her little hands. "Lift!" She commanded and I did. My ass was at the edge of the chair and I suppose that was what she wanted as she spread my legs and blew a cooling breeze to the sides of my balls, now that they were free. She proceeded to rub her hands over my cock and my balls as if her hands would clean off the sweat and stray drops of pee that lay in men's undies at the end of a day. I was watching her intently do her stroking and rubbing with her lips pursed blowing air on me to dry any sweat on my confined organs. She caught me looking at her work and smiled. After a hesitation she looked up saying, "I love the smell of a man. I suppose lots of women like to get to a man's junk after a shower, but a penis shouldn't smell like soap, it should smell like a man, . . . . and it should taste like a man too." She dropped her mouth over the head and swirled her tongue around the head and popped her face back up to me. "Mmm, nice tasting cock." She brought her hand up to cradle my balls while her other hand held my cock and tapped it on her lips and cheeks, just about making me crazy. I rolled my eyes and she giggled, knowing she had me "by the balls" so to speak. She put the head to her lips and her mouth went over me as far as she could get it, her nose nuzzling my pubic bone while the action of her throat squeezed at the head. She came up and took a deep breath saying, "Now you can see I've done this a few times." Then she went right back to fucking me up and down with her mouth. I was just enjoying her work when she came off saying, "I taste a little pre-cum so I'll slow down a bit and pay attention to the accessories and she held my cock against me and put one of my balls in her mouth. My Linn was a great ball sucker often holding my sack with both nuts overflowing her fist and she would slowly bathe them with her tongue and Fontana began the same regime. My ohhhs and ahhs prompted her to look up. "We girls share our secrets you know, Linn and I discussed techniques and I love to suck balls too." "Linn was my little slut, just like you are. You got it right." I whispered almost under my breath. She looked up from her tonguing and smiled, "I love being a little slut, I only wish Eli would call me that sometimes too." "Linn told me you fucked her in her ass sometimes too. I know a lot." She said dipping her head and sucking my balls more. "How would YOU like to get it in YOUR ass Fontana you little slut, whore." I asked, quivering at the thought. "No, that won't happen, Casey. It's tempting. Maybe someday if I get a real itch, but that will make us real cheaters. I have a secret dildo I use for that. I use that when Eli has to be out of town, like tonight. I keep it in the hat box my wedding veil is in." She said, not batting an eye at my request. She went back to sucking my cock and I knew it wouldn't take long to make me spout soon. "Maybe another night when he's away I could watch you fuck your ass with that and cum all over you, or in your mouth as you do it." I said, not believing my own words. "Keep that thought, if it will make you cum any more. That sounds pretty kinky, but for now I'm going to fuck my mouth over your cock until you cum and I won't be stopping until you do." She said with a hungry little grin. She did as she said, closing her eyes and devoting her mouth to the mission at hand, fucking my cock like a wet little pussy. I felt my balls tighten and everything that told me I was coming started to happen. I put my feet flat on the floor and the rush went through me as I spurt over her tongue several shots of watery pre-cum and blobs of the semen I usually saw washing down the shower drain, but this was much more. I hadn't done the deed for a few weeks and her teasing made it all that much more plentiful. The action of her mouth swallowing and seeming to try and get a better mouth-hold had me squeezing every drop from my balls a she hummed approval before drawing her head up to get a deep breath and run the back of her hand over her lips. "Casey, you are a champion shooter. That was the biggest load I may have ever gotten from those high school and college boys." She said as she squeezed out a few more drops with her hand that she licked up immediately. "That is SO FUCKING SEXY! Why Eli thinks it's so reprehensible is beyond me, but you got what he doesn't, and you got what you're missing out there. There's a lot of nice lady cocksuckers out there Casey who would trade that for a nice time eating her pussy and fucking her silly." She said scolding me before looking down at my cock again and running her mouth over it as if to get some last taste she may have missed. "Ohh, Fontana, I'll eat you right now!" I almost shouted out. "No, Casey I told you nothing else was going to happen tonight and once I step out the door, this never happened. To you, it was all just a wonderful dream. Go out and find a woman and get laid, find someone else to love you. You're a handsome man with a lot to offer and damn tasty cock to suck." She said as she stood and gathered her things. (Her carafe and bottle of Irish Mist) She left me in my chair, my pants around one leg, my cock limp and tired between my legs, but my body supremely satisfied. I woke up about 90 minutes later in the same position actually wondering it is WAS a dream. I went upstairs and went to bed and slept until after 10:00 the next day, the latest I think I slept in 25 years. I poured coffee and went out to greet the day in the sunshine on my deck. I brought my laptop to get the day's headlines and was slowly waking up. Fontana's voice broke the silence of the morning, "Hey, Casey! Good morning! Eli called and his Mom passed last night." She was going through her bean patch and weeding her tomatoes. "Oh, uh . . so sorry for your loss. When is the wake and funeral?" I asked nervously waiting to see if she would break our bond of silence on the previous night's actions. "Well, since she was from Indiana and never really knew anyone in Georgia while she lived with us and she was unaware anyway, they've decided to have her cremated and shipped to Indiana. We'll all go back there in the Fall for a service and burial. We planned on going back there for a reunion of his family then anyway." She explained. "How is Eli doing?" I wondered. "He's fine. He hasn't really known her for years since the disease took hold, if you know what I mean. But, she WAS his mother. He'll be back tomorrow after he makes all the arrangements. It's just he and his sister, but his Mom had a large family, that's why the big reunion. This actually puts closure on a lot of the unfounded guilt he had in moving from Georgia after he brought her there to live with us. But we had to institutionalize her not long after we got there." She explained as she was bagging ripe beans. "Be sure to send him my condolences and I'll send a mass card when they have the service and burial." I called out. "Will do. I've got to get these beans in the house to blanch and freeze. They're coming faster than I can eat them now." Just hearing her say "coming faster" and "eat" in the same sentence had me pudgy in my pants and I wondered how long any double entendre would affect me that way, hoping to avoid uncomfortable moments. I mowed and raked, generally keeping busy the rest of the day, trying to avoid any contact with Fontana, but she always seemed to be in my sight line as she weeded, washed windows, and swept, all, I suppose, in an effort to keep herself busy while Eli was away. I had the hose out with a bucket to wash the car and she came over, almost sneaking up on me, calling my name, and startling me. "WHAT! OH! It's you!" I said to her silent tap on my shoulder. (I guess she had been calling my name, but the sound of the water hitting the car drowned her out.) "Easy Casey, it's just me. Look, I've got left over salads and a couple knockwursts left over from Saturdays little shindig. I'll grill and you bring the beers, how does that sound?" She asked, leaving me little else to do but consent to join her. Right away I began to sweat, anticipating another tryst with her until I finally got a hold of myself and reasoned that we had done this before, cooked out, when Eli was away and was just neighborly and in no way a sexual come-on. "Sure, what time is good?" I asked. "Make it after 6:00, OK?" She said, quickly turning away and giving me a good look at her walk-away. (Just before I turned back to my car she glanced back to check if I had noticed.) I really didn't give our little cook-out another thought the rest of the day as I caught up with car wash and chamois dry, yard work, and general puttering . I showered and threw on a pair of Champion Athletic Shorts for general comfort and a Crew golf shirt and grabbed a sixer of Sam's Summer Ale and headed over to Fontana and Eli's house. She was already on the deck just starting the grill to warm. She brought out an ice chest for the beers and sat on the end of the picnic table waiting for the grill. "I'm so glad Eli is taking all of this in stride. He's considered her gone for a long time; she hasn't known him, or anyone else in years. But to know she is physically gone is actually a relief and he even told me today that he wanted to mourn for her, but it was hard, since he accepted her as gone so long ago. He hadn't felt any guilt in leaving her there or not going to visit, but now he is doing something out of love and respect, arranging her funeral and burial. Doing it at the family reunion will give closure to all of them as well a fitting tribute. I was going to go with him, but he wanted the alone time in case he felt different once he got there. He and his sister haven't had time together in a while and this is good for him." She said as she had her own little moment thinking about our inevitability and how we can so coarsely trivialize our final moments when the body is alive, but the person is not. I spontaneously went to her to give her a comforting hug and she embraced me and whispered a thank you for doing so. Holding her and smelling the scent of her that I had gotten from being close to her the night before made my junk jump and I wanted to hurry to sit down to hide it, sorry I had worn the type of shorts that wouldn't hold it in. But one thing became clear to me. It wasn't that I had a "crush" on her, or I was infatuated with her as Fontana, it was being close to a woman. Of course, when I looked at her ass I admired it, but I admired any nice round butt. I didn't feel any special closeness to her because she had given me an awesome blowjob the night before, because there was a part of me that felt "used" by her for her own gratification. As I moved away from her I know the head of my "problem" hit her knee and I sat down as soon as possible. She wiped away her tear and gave me a little grin. "Speaking from the other side of the curtain," She said putting both hands up in front of her face and them moving her head in between to loudly whisper, "Sorry if I woke a sleeping giant last night. You just needed that for a reminder." I took her held up hands in mine, and pulled my face in between them to say, "Don't make like you made a sacrifice, you enjoyed being that whore again. Don't deny it." She smiled sheepishly and nodded to me, dropping her hands as if speaking of it was OK. "You're right to a point; I got off as hard as you. I fell asleep with my hands in my jammies." "You didn't get out the hat box?" I wondered aloud. "No, I was a little too anxious to get to an end." She said turning red with embarrassment. Then there was a long pause where neither of us said anything, looking for the right words. "Be sure of this, no regrets, well maybe only that I didn't get out the hat box, but there's always tonight for me." She said as I nodded uncomfortably. She got down from the table and opened the grill and started putting the knockwursts and some onion slices on to grill. "Keep a half an eye on those while I grab the tray with the salads and condiments from inside. Oh, and open another Sammie for me." She said with a little grin, knowing how easy the 1st one went down. The grill was hot enough that the first turn after just a minute left nice grill marks on everything and it was apparent that they wouldn't take long. As I stood at the grill she came up behind me and picked up the beer I opened for her. "You don't mind if I let them split, do you? They're pretty tightly packed and when you bite them hot they sort of spurt, otherwise." She asked. I said no and opened my own second bottle and took the plates from her tray and set them out on the side part of the grill so she could load them when all was ready. As I sat behind her and she moved about the grill turning and moving things it became apparent that she was exaggerating her hip movements to wiggle her carriage for my benefit. She turned knowing she had my attention. "Casey, I realized after I went in that what I said to you was unfair and provocative saying "there was always tonight for me", you know, with the hat box. I'll make a little proposition for you." She said turning back to give her attention to the grill before turning it off, there clearly being enough heat to finish cooking. She turned back saying, "If you can promise that there will be no touching of any kind I might be able to give you a ring side seat to my performance. You can do as you like otherwise, as long as I get the happy ending." "Once again, you're making me think you're doing this all for me, when you know the chance to be "that whore" is driving this car. If we were ever to be caught you want the option to say if was all for me. I won't let you use me that way." I told her. "Casey, do you want to lose your chance to see this?" "No, but I just want you to admit that it's not all for poor deprived me. You're getting off on this as much as I am." Fontana began to turn away from me as if to get the food, but she quickly turned back. "That IS true, but it really did start yesterday with me trying to show you what you were missing. I never intended to carry it that far. It was only that I knew from my little talks with Linn that you guys were as sexual as me. I used that information to take advantage of you for my own benefit, but I WAS thinking of you. It's not as selfish as you think." "No," I insisted, "I know that, you really were thinking of me as it all began, but there was a point when your nostrils flared and you were looking for your own little delight. I don't doubt you as a solid friend for a second. I just don't want anyone to think that I instigated a thing, not that it makes any difference since it's only you and I who know." "Don't worry about that. Eli would never ever suspect anything and to tell you the truth, once it all began the fact that it was you made little difference." She said hoping I might understand. "Oh, I know and the hunger I had for you would have been with any woman who put themselves in that position." I agreed. "But, don't think that I don't love you in a special way as a friend and confidant. You weren't just an "object" when it started." She said looking back over her shoulder at the food. "OK, let's put the wall up and not expound on this anymore. I think we understand each other." I said as I held out the plates for her to fill with the knockwursts and grilled onion slices. We sat and ate, filling our plates with the macaroni and Cole slaw salads to go with our grille and the 3rd beer we had opened. When she brought the dishes in she came back with 2 little shooters of Sambuca. "Here's our dessert and after we're done you can go home and I'll call you later. When you come go in through the slider here, I'll leave it open. Remember, no funny stuff. I trust you and it's all my rules." She insisted as I nodded. "Ummm, Fontana? I want you to tell me exactly WHAT is going to happen here with us later so that there is no mistake and you hear your own words. I value our friendship and that of your husband. I don't want either of us to assume a thing." "You're going to make this hard for me, aren't you? I'm going upstairs and get my toy from the hatbox along with a tube of KY. I'm taking a shower and then calling you over. I'll be in my robe when you get here and I'll get in bed and slip out of my robe. Ultimately I'm going to have anal sex with my toy while you watch. You can take off your pants and masturbate, but you are not to touch me, no matter what I say. At the point where you think your end is near you'll let me know and I'll finish you. For the second night in a row you're going to have all the excitement of being with a woman, so much so that maybe you'll be out to look for something on your own. Specific enough?" "Yes, that's good, but you failed to tell me what's in it for you." I said making sure she was aware that I was providing HER with pleasure as well. "You're so cute Casey, you can't leave it alone can you? Yes, I admit that I'm going to enjoy having you here. I wasn't exactly an anal slut in college before I met Eli, but I did enjoy it from time to time with one particular fellow. I relive the last time we did it because he was an animal who fucked the tar out of me and ended it by bringing it to my mouth and making me suck him. You'll help me relive that in fantasy for me, except your cock won't taste like my ass. Again, specific enough?" "Imagine, I used to think you were Polly Purebred. I know every woman has secrets, but you really surprise me." I told her as I got up to leave. "Listen Casey, you'll NEVER see this side of me again, I just hope it doesn't change your opinion of me as a friend." She said smiling that pure little smile I always imagine her with. When I first got back to my house I had already convinced myself NOT to go to her when she called me. Actually, I thought once she went over her bizarre scenario in her head she may not even call me anyway. She definitely had a lot of kinks and I couldn't imagine her sharing them, since her husband was probably not even aware of the deep ones. She wanted me there to fulfill a couple hard kinks she had and her trying to sell her reasoning that is was "for me" hadn't really been sold on me. The kissing and cuddling last night was sincere, but once she got into the rest, it was all her. That was why I didn't worry about "falling" for her. I appreciated her friendly gesture of trying to get me to date again, but once the explicit part began, I knew she was looking for her own sexual high. I showered and changed into sweat shorts and a tee, what I usually wore to bed, a settled in my easy chair, hoping to fall asleep. However, the thought of actually seeing her nude, her tennis ball titties, her full round ass, began to excite me. Was she fully shaved, did she have fat coral and pink lips, was her clit a nub, or like a pencil eraser? When she did herself in her ass was she doggie, on her side, playing with her clit at the same time, was she a moaner? When the phone rang I had a raging hard-on that I was just about to begin to stroke. "Casey, take your hands off your cock and save it for your horny neighbor. Not only am I looking forward to doing myself in my ass, I can't wait to taste your cock and cum again. Don't make me wait." She said sexily and then hung up. If my bravado was going to man up and tell her to go ahead without me and fulfill her fantasy alone, it was still sitting in the chair when I ran out my back door and headed for her open slider. She heard me open the slider and I heard her holler to "close and lock it." I went up the steps and followed her voice to the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed in her robe as she nervously held and fingered a green colored gel-like double headed dildo in her hand. I'm guessing it was more than a foot but not quite 18 inches. "Sit!" she said as she pointed to a chair she had put between her vanity and the bed. I said nothing as I watched her get more and more fidgety. "I'm having second thoughts about this." She said nervously. "Nothing has to happen." I calmly said, not showing my disappointment. "No, it HAS to happen, it's just . . . . . . since my whoring days before I met Eli, no one has seen me naked. I lost about 15 pounds after I met Eli and worked out a lot. I always had a nice body, but I wasn't as buff as I am right now. I used to get laid in the dark because I had a few rolls and hanging parts in the good sex positions. No one would call me fat, but I did have a lot of brownies, ice cream, and bacon on my belly and ass. Except Eli, no one has seen this version of my body." "You don't have to . . . ." I started to say. "No, I just have to get in that whore persona again, but remember, DO NOT touch me, no matter what I say or ask, OK?" She warned me again. I nodded OK and she climbed on the bed and knelt on the end. "Come here and take off your shorts, let me see your cock." She said in a breathy voice. She leaned forward and put her head in my crotch, running her face on one side of my dick and balls and then the other. She put her tongue on the bottom of my ball sack and ran it all the way up the shaft of my cock and kissed the tip. "Oh Casey, you smell so manly and I bet you taste as good as you smell." She said as she licked the head of my cock like a lollipop. "Ooooooooooo!" She shuddered, her arms turning chicken skinned. "I love that!" She then proceeded to start a blowjob, moving her face forward and back over me. I let out my first moan and she knew it was the first tingle I felt from deep in my balls. She sat back and looked at me and said. "Sit" again. As I did she picked up the green toy and undid the tie on her robe, letting it fall open as she shrugged her shoulders back to let it fall. She was quite buff with a taut belly and tits that defied gravity for a woman her age. She lay on her side and took the dildo and put it to her lips as she reached for the tube of KY. "Let me see you fuck your neat little pussy with that." I said, thinking that if I talked to like the whore she wanted to be it would hurry things along. She was panting a bit, but she paused and looked to me, "Let me explain. Since I met Eli nothing has been in my pussy except my fingers, his fingers, my babies, and his cock. It is his. He's had my mouth, but never came in it, never wanted it and told me so the first time we tried oral. He's never had my ass, but giving that away seems too much like cheating, sorry. But, this toy is all that's going inside of me tonight and with my pussy out of bounds, you know where it's going." She pulled one leg up and gave me a good view of her bald little pussy. I say little; even though her lips were engorged (she had been playing in the shower, for sure). She rolled a quarter turn and her asshole came into view and just as it did her fingers slid over her pussy to her neat little notch. She rubbed 2 fingers over her hole, exerting pressure, but not going in. She took the KY tube and rolled back a bit while she filled those two fingers with lube and she went back to pushing at her tight little notch. It quickly gave way as she moaned loudly, almost as if in pain. "So tight, so tight." She whispered as she continued to rotate her fingers around the ring getting more and more lube and fingers working at prying her open. She continued to whisper little things, not necessarily to me, about her quest. Still on her side with her ass turned towards me she unpropped her elbow to use her other arm to bring her long double dong to her mouth. She fellated that leaving it shiny wet with her saliva. I was working at keeping my hands off my dick, but I have to say I was actually jealous of the green gel toy in her mouth. She brought her other hand up and rolled to her back and took the KY and squeezed a large dollop on the head of the toy and rolled back up to her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she tipped her ass towards me brought the fat head of the dildo to her asshole. She grunted and whispered loudly in a guttural pitch, "Ooooo, stretch, . . . . . hurts and burns, hurts and burns . . . . . . . . . Ohhhhh!" She moaned as the head found its way past the tight ring. She took her hand away and seemed to go limp as she seemed to be resting while the fat head of the toy kept it snug in her bottom. Then one hand snuck between her legs a she opened them for a moment and she rotated her clit a few times. Just as quickly the hand moved from between her legs to the dildo hanging from her butt. Firmly grasping the shaft (her knuckles whitened making me realize how tightly she was gripping it) She pushed about 6 inches of it into herself as she groaned appreciatively and whispered a long "Yesssss!" Again she rested for a moment and then, still with that tight fist she began to move the toy in and out of herself. She must have done 10 or 15 strokes before she looked right at me for the first time since she started. "Don't you wish that was your cock in my ass? Show me how much you want my ass, and believe me Casey, I WANT you in my ass. Good sense will keep me from cheating." I said nothing and just grabbed my cock below the head and just used my thumb to satisfy my urge to stroke and blast a shot across the room. She smiled at me and began to work the toy in earnest. Little by little I noticed she was getting it deeper and deeper in herself. As she did so I saw her white cream begin to form at her vagina lips. She was truly excited by the taking of her bottom. I couldn't decide where to keep my attention, on her face to see her delirious joy, or on her ass to watch it swallow the toy. After focusing on her face for more than a moment I looked back to her round ass to see her holding the other head of the double dong in the ends of her 4 fingers and thumb like you would the 8-ball on the end of hot rod floor shift. She was plunging at least a foot at a time up her ass and the ooze of cream ran from her pussy to the inner thigh of her scissored legs. Then she whooped as loud as I've ever heard any woman holler during sex. She seemed to go limp on her side as her hand came off the toy, buried to the other head. She turned all chicken skin and her legs seem to vibrate and I swear I could see the hair on the nape of her neck stand. She lay motionless and limp for a few moments before I saw the toy began to snake out of her pretty pink little asshole like a long green turd. She brought her hand back to take firmly and pull it the rest of the way out with a little audible pop. Her pink little ring gaped and stayed that way while she seemed to let out a breath she had been holding during its exit. Then it flexed twice to close fully and when I brought my eyes to hers she was glaring at me. "Get your fat cock over here after fucking me silly you animal!" I knew I was the subject of her fantasy now, being used as the topping to her sexual sundae, but I could have cared less. I stood and walked to the edge of the bed as she sprung to her knees and bent at the waist to get my cock in her mouth. She slobbered and deep throated me over and over before pausing and looking up to me with a smile tipping the corners of her full mouth. She came up and looked at me eye to eye with a crazed, but loving grin. "Give me the cum you cooked in my tight ass. Not on my face or tits, I want it all in my mouth to taste and savor. I never get that ball cream very often and I want it now." She said before bending and sinking her mouth over me again and again. Then she looked up and stopped, pulling my cock form her mouth and holding like her teddy bear next to her face. "Casey, you've been quite the accommodating gentleman and friend all during our escapade for the past two days. I always get all the sex I can handle, but I do miss some good whore sex and you've provided me some of the best I've ever had. These 2 days are our little secret, but do not think of this as an affair because while I do love you, it's the special friend kind of love where we understand each other on a level only a great friend understands. Knowing you understand that makes this ever hotter. Great guiltless orgasms for 2 whores, you and I. Feed me your cum!" She put the head of my cock in her mouth and lolled her tongue around it as if waiting for something. I realized She wanted me to jerk myself and with 10 or 15 strokes I blasted into her mouth 2 or 3 good shots before she pushed my hand off with her mouth taking me deep. When she was sure I was through cumming she took my cock out and looked at it as if to speak to it for a moment and then she lovingly licked and stroked it until the last drops were wrenched from my balls. I went to stagger back to my chair, but I miscalculated where it was and went to my ass on the floor leaving us both laughing uncontrollably. She got up from the bed and put her robe on and tied it tight she came over and extended a hand to help me up. Once I got to my feet she held open my shorts and underwear that hung on one foot so I could get my other foot in. She pulled them up for me, pausing to kiss the tip of my dick. "You can make a woman very happy Casey. Don't give up, get out there. You know how good it can make you feel. I hope I helped you out, I know you made me feel great." She said as she held out her arm and I took her hand. We walked down the stairs to the slider where she let me out after kissing me on the cheek. Eli, Fontana, and I, along with a few women I developed relations with, have enjoyed a great friendship for the year or so since those 2 incredible days and what amazes me the most is that when I look to Fontana I don't immediately picture her giving me a blowjob, or screwing herself with a toy, I just think what a great friend she is, as is Eli. I feel no guilt with him, even though I know I should. Somehow knowing how I completed Fontana in ways he could not comprehend or do, it just made it OK.

A Page From A Charmed Life I lead what many would call a charmed life, as it doesn't seem that I have an outward visible means of supporting myself. However the fact I don't leave the house each morning in a suit in a tie with a briefcase in hand does not mean that I don't have a job. I am a writer and columnist who has managed to stay somewhat anonymous. I'm syndicated in 38 papers across the US and Canada under an assumed name, IE: different than the one that appears on my mailbox or drivers license. I have written two novels under my known name and use this as the excuse as to why I am not a common worker bee, even though I live in a very middle class neighborhood. While most of my neighbors are aware of the novels I have written and think I spend my time glued to a keyboard pounding out pages of my next tome, lately for the most part I am writing my human interest / satire column on the boring proceedings of middle class life in general that many find interesting enough to comment on. My "fan/hate mail" goes to my agent and I see transcripts of the bulk of it, but care little of what people think, as long as they take the time to read and comment. I've done a few phone interviews to satisfy requests for personal appearances and the like, but overall I like being anonymous and it makes my friends my "real" friends. I am no rich man, but do OK. If anyone thinks a columnist makes bushels of money for each paper he appears in, you are sadly mistaken. If I were to live on the profits from my novels, OR my syndicated musings alone, the middle class would be out of my reach. That will probably change when my third novel hits the shelves. Those who have read the first two are looking forward to the next entry in the series and that buzz will reignite sales on the first two. While I haven't pressed it, my agent is "negotiating" with a writer to prepare a screenplay for my approval for a movie deal. But that is years away, I suspect. I enjoy my simple life alone as a bachelor. I date here and there and have had nothing serious for quite some time. I know of a few women I date who would like to "catch" me, but as of now I enjoy the life I have. So that's about all I can say about me. I sometimes get an idea block and when I do, I like to ramble on paper writing about what happens in my life. I find that when I read it back I see all the ideas I missed and then I'm on my way to the next column, or the next chapter in whatever novel I'm writing. But when I wrote about this personal life experience I found myself to be titillated and I wanted to share it, hoping it plucks the same strings in your libido as it does mine. Without much urging, I could spend 5 or 6 days a week in my home either at my keyboards in front of a desktop or laptop, asleep, eating, and nothing else. I can absorb myself THAT much in my writing. But I also realize this is bad for my health, both mental and physical. I force myself to shower, shave, and take care of myself (brushing teeth, taking nourishment, etc) I make sure I get out and the one thing I love to do is shop for my next day meal. I thumb through my newspaper and magazines to clip coupons and make it feel like a game. Once I get out I might see a new store, a new restaurant, or fast food joint, and I'm sure to stop. Always cultivating ideas, but grocery stores are perhaps my favorite. I'm always able to inter mingle with people and watch life unfold at the market, a place we all have to visit to survive. While shopping I always admire women. They don't have to be raving beauties for me to find a redeeming good quality in a woman in my eyes. I might utter things under my breath as I approach or pass by a woman. It might be "nice rack", "great ass", "round in the right places", or "nice mouth". They're all sexist and I would NEVER say them aloud, and they're all for my own benefit. Despite my comments to myself, I do respect women and don't think they are here for my own gratification. I do believe we are BOTH here for EACH OTHERS gratification though. A couple of Monday's ago I went into the local PriceCutter market and upon walking in I looked up the produce aisle I saw a sexy brunette reaching up to the top row to get something from the organic line. She had a nice shape overall, a little chunky but once her arms came down from her reach I immediately said under my breath, "nice tits honey!" They were big round and full and I knew right away I wanted to see her turn and walk away, but not until I forced myself to walk by her to see her face closely. As I did so my libido approved whole-heartedly that she was a good looking and classy woman. I dropped my eyes to the handle on the cart she was pushing and saw no ring on her left hand, but there definitely had been one there for a long time. I took this in and for my own purposes, I was done with her. I came, I saw, I admired, and I was off to see my next. I stopped to pick a bag of shredded lettuce (how lazy can I get) and turned to see her walking out of the aisle and turn to the rest of the store. Once again, I confirmed, she had a nice shape, a round butt certainly not intended to be overstated by excessively tight pants or gaudy colors, but still, the shorts were short. I got my lettuce and stopped to get a cauliflower and walked up the aisle and turned to the rest of the store. The first aisle was first aid, drugs, aspirin, feminine napkins, etc. I glanced down that aisle as I passed and she was there, looking right at me and smiling. I nervously sort of nodded my head and went about my business in the store. After picking up the 4 things on my list I had coupons for I went to the dairy aisle to get eggs (I eat eggs everyday). I picked up the box and turned to the register stands and there she was again, and once again she met my eyes and smiled. Was it an intentional flirt, was she just REALLY friendly, or did she think I was someone else? In any event, I just nodded and went to the self check-out and was out of the store. Tuesday morning I got up and went right to the keyboard and in 90 minutes I had my weekly column done and sent to my proofreader who would proof and submit it back to me before I sent it to my agent for submission. I checked notes I had for the espionage novel I had started, but was not convinced of full plot yet, and decided I felt gritty so at 11:30 I finally showered, shaved, and brushed my teeth. I hadn't had breakfast or coffee yet so I dressed and went to a local little breakfast and lunch diner and got a coffee and hamburger with an egg on it. (don't knock it until you try it) Sitting at the counter I looked in the mirror and saw the same brunette sitting at a table behind me. She was getting up and leaving a few dollars on the table beside a small plate and empty coffee cup. She seemed to walk out without noticing me, but with my eyes following the sway of her ass she looked up quickly to catch my glance and although she didn't directly smile at me, she smiled to herself. (I thinking she was saying "I still got it!") We both may have been thinking "coincidence" since my stopping at this little place a so random, I hadn't been there in weeks. After my breakfast I headed to the other side of town to a new market that had just opened, Wholly Foods. I got one of the small carts and decided to graze a bit to go along with my grand opening coupons. As I walk in I pass people who just checked out. I hear a chuckle and I look up to see HER, giving me a cute smile as she pushed out a cart full of organic treasures. This, like my last encounter was fleeting and coincidental. But I have to tell you, she was getting into my head as she had no way of knowing where I was going. I don't Twitter or Facebook , so it's not like I'm leaving a trail. Wednesday I stay home all day. I wrote a couple chapters and add another page to this journal to re-read Thursday. Thursday morning I get my paper and I see the Hungerford store has 4 pound and above lobsters on sale that day and that day only. If I get one of those and make a Cole slaw, (mine is better than any you might buy) and pick up a corn muffin mix, I have dinner. I leave to get there early before they sell out (they always do with this sale) and I'm in line at the lobster tank, 3 deep. I get to point out the one I want and the clerk bags it for me and I turn . . . you guessed it. There she is! She just smiles THAT smile again and I nod and I'm really kind of freaking out at this point. I mean, this woman is NOT spectacular. She 30-35, about 5'4" and is probably 10-15 pounds over the height-weight scale posted at the doctor's office. But she is wearing the extra pounds quite well, and we all know those height/weight parameters are always unreasonable. Not fat, not rail thin, nice face, rosy cheeks and real friendly brown eyes to go with her brown to auburn hair, easily classified as brunette. However, the whole package is really quite fine. From the first time I saw her I figured her to be a bit shy, but a tiger in bed, but I like to think EVERY woman is that way, and usually if you pluck the right strings, they are. But she is causing me to obsess on her, maybe all just because of the seemingly receptive smile she flashes at me. I walked up about 3 aisles and looked back to be sure she wasn't looking my way as to see where I went. I walked all the way down the dog food, cleaner aisle and went up two more aisles to the baking aisle to get Corn bread mix. I'm reading the mix boxes, I want the one you add eggs and oil to, they don't dry up. I just decide the one I want and I get a tap on the shoulder and you know who it is and in unison we ask each other, "Are you flirting with me, or just following me?" We both broke down laughing and finally composed ourselves for me to ask. "I might swear you think I'm someone else because if I knew you, I would certainly remember you. You always smile like I'm an old friend." "Well, I guess I'm flattered that you would "certainly remember me", I guess." She started to say before I added. "Trust me, as pretty as your smile is, I haven't been able to get it out of my head as it is." She blushed deeply and said, "You just have a friendly face and I knew you ogled me. At over 30 to be looked at like that makes me feel great. Umm, my name is Natalie." "Oh, I'm Keegan. Call me Key." "Like the writer, Keegan Holt, that's an interesting name." She said smiling that smile and nodding. "Yes, just like the writer." I said with a straight face. I wasn't sure if I was happier she had spoken to me, or that she had heard of me and maybe read one of my novels, all the while not admitting to being him. "OK, I AM flirting now. You have a very nice face, trusting and confident." She said, blushing again. "Maybe we could go out for a drink sometime." I said hopefully. "Sorry, I'm through with men." She said holding up her hand with a faded stripe where a rung once sat. "That says you're through with that man." "No, too many of you lie and cheat. I'm not changing teams, just using men the way they like to use us." She clarified. "I'm open to being used. I have NO strings of any kind and I make a career of not looking too hard for strings." I said with a shit eating grin. "No, sorry, this is too easy for me and for you. Thanks for admiring me; your stares have given me some nice strokes to my ego." "I can't stroke more than your ego?" "That's cute, Key, but . . . . . if you're ever around when I'm in need, I'll come for you." She said as she laughed and walked away down the aisle, happy she had teased and shot me down. She got about 10 feet away and I added, "I know you'll cum, they all do. I work hard at that." If she turned around to react to my double entendre I don't know, I spun and headed the other way. I already hoped I could run into her at some club some night, so I could shoot her down. I finished my shopping and checked out and headed out to my car. When the double doors opened to let me into the outer store, where the carts were, she was there. "OK, you intrigued me. . . . . . Zipless?" She said cryptically referring to Erica Jongs Flying. "Fuck you." I said quietly as I continued out. "That's the idea." She said as the automatic door closed behind me. I looked through the window at her and said clearly so she could easily read my lips, "Suck my dick", and I walked to my car. I said that because I already said "fuck you" and it was a way to say "I've had it with you, I'm done" because I don't play games. She lured me with her smile after she knew I admired her, and then she went out of her way to figuratively kick me in the balls. As I put my bags in my trunk, where it was cooler, she came up to me again. "OK, I'll do that. I deserved to be put in my place for teasing you and then turning you out. But next time I give you the smile, it's on my terms." She said contritely. I looked at her questioningly not understanding WHAT she would do. But then I realized my mouthed words to her through the window. "Right here?" I said nonchalantly like I got blowjobs daily in store parking lots. She nodded and I added, "You would take me up on that? I said it to be hurtful, not as a request." "I know, but I want to show you I'm serious. I would only want you for sex like men who hit on me as if I'm always available to satisfy their needs." She said with a bit of resignation and a pout. "Then you misunderstood my ogling. When I looked at you with my hungry eyes I said to myself, "nice tits, great ass, classy babe" and I intended to bring it no further. YOU gave me the eye and the smile and then either there was a string of coincidences or you follow me every day. Your smile and look I got 3 or 4 days this week told me you wanted me, and then YOU approached ME. I didn't act, you did. Then you took great joy in shooting me down." I quietly explained, not raising my voice to be sure she knew I meant no harm or disrespect to her by my initial actions. "I'm aware of all of that. I fucked up and I would still like to have a nice no guilt, no strings, no questions asked afternoon with you. I'll suck your dick right now to show you I am serious and not the tease you picture in your mind right now. I'm new at this. The fact there's a tan line on my ring finger should tell you that. Don't think it will be a punishment for me, I like giving blowjobs. I'm in a subservient position, but I clearly have all the control. I like that." "Suppose he puts a hand on the back of your head, who's in control then?" I asked, even though I wasn't one of those guys. "With his balls in my hand and the teeth in my mouth, he's taking a chance. But I know you aren't one of those guys. I read personality's pretty well. So, . . . right here in the parking lot or you never have a shot at me." She said flashing that cute smile again. "That's quite an ultimatum. I'll drive to the far corner of the lot. Will you walk, ride, or drive?" "Trying to find my level of trust with you Key? I'll ride. My grocery's are in a cooler in my trunk." I shut my trunk and opened her door and she got in, thanking me as if we were going out on a date or something. I started my car and drove to the exit. "Worried?" I asked, since I didn't drive to the corner of the lot. "No, I think you'll pull into the delivery entrance to get behind the store. Less conspicuous. If you just drove to the far side you might draw attention." She said as she fumbled in her purse and took out lip gloss as she smiled knowing she was right. I did as she predicted and pulled around to the side of the store, just out of the sightline from the parking lot. I pulled straight in to give us cover if there was a security camera on the side of the building. They could guess what was going on, but they wouldn't know. Natalie finished putting on her lip gloss and put it back in her purse and put it on the floor in front of her as I stopped the car angled just enough to see if someone approached from the front, I could see behind us in the mirror and were hidden from a camera. I let the seat back and looked at her. She smiled and acted like she was waiting for me to do something. I smiled back and she began to adjust herself in the seat to lean over. "I haven't done this in a car since the drive-ins in high school. I was very popular." She said with a giggle as she leaned over and took hold of my belt buckle. She worked the buckle open, undid the clasp, and lowered my fly. "No undies, I like that." She said before taking me in her hand and stroking me a few times before licking the tip as if to test for cleanliness. She adjusted her butt in the seat one more time and filled her mouth with everything I had at the moment. I realized how long it had been since I had been with a woman when all that blood rushed to the epicenter so fast. God, she felt good! She went down as far as she could and sucked up like eating a fudgsicle on a hot day. All the way down and then all the way off, her lips compressing to give me maximum pleasure. I groaned in appreciation and reached under her to hold one of her tits. She came up immediately and looked me in the eye. "Please don't. I'm trying to concentrate on you and I don't need anything else to distract me. I'm doing this for you and for me, I'll get my own satisfactions." I quickly pulled my hand away and began to enjoy the bobbing of her head over me. Both of her hands were on my legs and she was all mouth. I have to tell you, it was quite amazing. Most every woman uses her hand at least 50% of the time but she was varying her suction on the down and up strokes and was going to get me fairly quickly. I usually end up having to use my hand to finish with my fellator and she was going to need no such help. I tried to keep my eyes on the lot and the mirror to see behind me, but she was making it hard to concentrate on anything else. I wanted to reach and hold one of her tits again, but I remembered her earlier admonishment, but looking down over her back as she bent over in the seat I saw where her slacks had ridden down and a little blue panty was showing with the very top of her crack visible. Her ass flowered into a wide wonderful set of cheeks that I would have loved to bury my face in. That thought and the urging of her mouth had me on the precipice of my orgasm. "Ohhhh, Natalie! Your talented mouth is going to get a big . . . OHHHHHH!" I started to say when I shot off in her mouth. She seemed not to be surprised and showed no reaction to my cumming in her mouth. She only paused for a moment and I heard her swallow hard two times and then proceed to nurse on me until I was entirely through and beginning to try to back off from her super-sensitive after-teasings. She sat up and went for her purse on the floor and took out a tissue and she wiped her mouth before sitting back up in the seat and tried to catch her breath. "You didn't have to warn me, I knew you were close. I love that moment. I could slice off your balls at that point and you wouldn't care. Imagine how sensitive my clit is and you're as sensitive on the tip and it's thirty times bigger than my clit. Guys are lucky, but I like getting them. Bring me to my car. The next time I flirt I hope you take the bait." She had me so drained I could barely feel my legs as I drove across the lot to her car. I couldn't think of what I wanted to say when she beat me to final words. "You have a nice dick. I hope you know how to use it as well as I do." She said with that cute teasing smile and she got out of the car and walked to hers. It was barely after 1p.m. and I hadn't written a word, but I bought my dinner and had the best blowjob in my memory. (Is there a bad blowjob?) I drove home, put my lobster and groceries away, made a cole slaw and baked my corn bread. I sat at the typewriter about 3 o'clock and fell asleep until almost 7. A charmed life indeed. As I lay in bed that night I couldn't fall asleep thinking about a few things that troubled me. Like, how could such a sweet face and smile be such a naughty lady? Now THAT I know is a silly question to ask because nearly every woman I've been with, from the sweet innocent little 90 pound blond who people mistook for my daughter, to the dark haired librarian type that actually moved in for 7 months a few years ago, has been like a porn star behind closed doors asking for everything from anal sex, bondage, and spanking to threesomes with another man or woman. I know once the sexual juices start flowing that there are no boundaries and I am quite able and willing to accept that because of my own tastes, wants, and needs. I also didn't think this woman, Natalie (if that was her actual name), was exactly a tramp who threw herself at men. I got the impression she just got out of a bad marriage and hadn't been too promiscuous before that. She just seemed too sweet, but she also seemed to want to get back onto the sexual highway and enjoy herself a little without commitments. She was certainly appreciative of the ogling looks I gave her that made her feel like a vibrant woman. What also bothered me was that everything I knew about her could be a lie, and maybe just a lonely housewife looking for a fling. For certain, she wanted a certain anonymity, and so did I. As I finally went to sleep thinking about her, the word I settled on to describe her best was "wholesome". She was the girl in the toothpaste commercial, the chewing gum commercial, or playing tennis in the tampon ad. What sort of man cheats on a woman like that, especially when it's obvious she seems to be a sexual tiger? Her personality was outgoing and peppy, plus she seemed to be a smart woman too. During my morning coffee as I went over in my head my thoughts from the night before, my inner conscience brought forth one major realization. I visually admire scores of women every day and she was the first to actually realize it. I add little side comments under my breath, but usually aloud, all day long as I approach or pass by someone who catches my eye. I might even turn and follow a nice derriere just to see what her front looks like, or the other way around too. But it's never obvious. Actually SHE seemed to be stalking me, but I know there is NO WAY she could know where I might have shown on any day this week. It was apparent that she shopped like me, for a day or so at a time. I never went out for a big grocery order. It was my way to be sure I got out. The weekend came and went and while I didn't get out in my car anywhere, my neighbors kept me busy with a pizza invite on Friday night, a Saturday barbeque to celebrate a birthday, and asked to help chaperone on Sunday afternoon for a minor league baseball game with the little league team my neighbor coached. Obviously I got little writing done, but I got a lot of little observations dictated into my electronic note pad for my weekly column on life in general. By noon on Monday I had my column done and I sent it off to my agent who would submit it for me. I waited for the mailman to come to get my royalty checks from my publisher. My fees for my column were electronically transferred by my agent. I didn't set up direct deposit with the publisher for the express reason to get me out of the house once a week to the bank. I had clipped a couple coupons from Sunday's paper for PriceCutter, one for their ground beef in 5 pound packages that I could portion out and freeze, another for sour cream, so I was off to there after the bank. (I saw ground beef stroganoff in my future, such a gourmand!) While looking to the right size package in the meat department a mousy little blond stood beside me. As she bent over the case her loose fitting top showed lovely sized breasts that wagged unencumbered in her low cut shirt. She obviously had rushed out to shop, her hair looked like she stirred it with a spoon and she wore no make-up to cover a couple blemishes on her cheek. She put one meat package in her cart and I turned to see her skinny ass and noticed a small child in the seat on her cart. The cute little blond headed boy appeared to be around 18 months old. She turned back to get another look at the hamburger as I took the package I wanted and walked past her cart to mine. I did pause to say quietly to the little boy, who obviously would not understand my words, "your mama has nice titties but she should fix herself up before going out." I smiled to myself proudly. I turned down the dairy aisle and saw a shapely, but wide ass bending over the sour cream and cottage cheese cold rack. "Well," I thought to myself, "there's a behind I would mind rippling with my pubic bone." She stood and turned to show me she was an older woman, maybe 55 or 60, but well maintained. As she walked past me I said, again under my breath, "If I were to fuck a senior, you, sweetcheeks, would be high on my list." I headed for the end of the aisle to the checkout when I saw a lovely brunette with a nice ass looking at flowers in the floral dept. She had dark blue shorts that seemed to cover only 3 or 4 inches below her cheeks and a clingy sweater type top. She put her hands on her hips and looked at two possibilities of arrangements, swaying one way, then the other as she pictured them where she might display them. I thought to myself, "come on honey turn around and show me the rest of you." Then as if on command she did turn and BOOM, it was Natalie! She smiled that smile and winked, turning back to her flowers. "I couldn't help but notice you look my way. Can I help you make a choice?" I asked. Natalie blushed and looked startled at first, but then said, "Oh, could you? Which do you think would go against a white wall with burgundy carpeting?" "You", I whispered boldly, "Bent over with your shorts around your ankles." Her blush turned deeper and her arms suddenly had to cross over her breasts holding her hands underneath, almost in her arm pit, I suspect in an effort to avoid doing what she wanted with them, grab her pussy to solve a sudden itch. "Are, . . . are y . .. you going to check out now?" She asked, stuttering nervously as I nodded. "Can I meet you in the cart area?" She asked, happy to give me the upper hand. I realized then she wanted to be picked up and dominated. Not dominated in the sense of being tied or degraded, but dominated as in being subservient to both her and my sexual needs. I really liked this new thing for me because besides a few bar pick-ups, I wasn't exactly a pick-up artist, just not my style. Even here, she TOLD me how to pick her up and she was well aware that if she shot me down I would never give her a second look again. The best thing was, I didn't have to worry about her hounding me, or trying to establish something meaningful, she had no interest in a relationship and neither did I. We both looked for no-strings sexual satisfaction. As I went through the check-out I saw her in a line just a few stalls up from me. She kept nervously looking up at me, but I averted my eyes each time she did. Her order was even smaller than mine and she was out the double doors and sitting where people normally sat waiting for a cab, or for someone to come around with the car. I pushed my cart right up beside her and stood while she sat. She looked straight into my crotch before raising her eyes to me. "Your place?" I asked. "Yes, that could work." "Any husband or children home?" "No, I told you, we split up. He wanted someone younger. My daughter is away at boarding school." "He's a fool." I added before saying, "Any neighbors to worry about?" "No, I just moved in. We sold the house and split everything. No one knows me there yet. I was buying the flowers to start decorating." "Has it been christened yet? Ever been fucked there?" I asked being sure I emphasized "fucked" to make her feel as dirty as I think she wanted to be. She hesitated and before she could scramble I asked, "Who?" "The real estate agent. He was handsome and made a move and I was feeling sorry for myself." "Do you think he'll be back for more?" I asked making sure he didn't think he had laid a claim. "No, before the asshole finished he told me he was married. I kicked him out." She said showing her anger in her face. "Are you feeling sorry for yourself today?" I wondered after her previous statement. "No, I feel empowered over my own body and needs. I want this, to have a man who looks at me like you do and to know he'll take care of what I need and be gone." She said confidently. "How do you know that?" She laughed and said "I can see you're a vagabond, a revolutionary of sorts. With your name Keegan, you remind me of the main character in Keegan Holts spy novels." If egos could have orgasms, mine was shooting streams of cum across my brain at her remarks. My agent was going to hear about this. He's an old friend who has been trying to convince me to put my picture and a short biography on the dust jacket. I like living in somewhat anonymity and keeping my human interest column secluded from my persona. I was afraid to lose that. "Really? I'll have to pick one of them up someday." I said keeping a straight face. "If I ever see you again I'll give you mine after I unpack that stuff. Still a lot of boxes among the new furniture." She said with a smile. "Give me the address; I'll be there in 30 minutes. Do NOT change your clothes. I like you like this." She took her register receipt from the bag and opened her purse to get a pen. She wrote "Bayly Woods Close, #61 and handed it to me saying. "Do you know where that is?" "Up on the knoll, off route 63? All new development?" I asked. She nodded and smiled and again looked right into my zipper line before looking in my eyes. "Kiss it." I said nodding my head down as if to point to my junk. She put on a frightened smile and looked both ways before putting her lips to the flap over the zipper on my shorts and kissing it. She stood up and we both left the store. I made sure I lagged a bit to see her walk away. I said "nice ASS!" under my breath. Now I certainly don't think that I'm the only man who surreptitiously ogles a pretty woman when he's out, or even the first who makes little comments under his breath or to himself. I also know that I'm not the only man who made eye contact with the right woman at the right time for a quick affair. But, this is NOT me! The ogler, yes, the smartass remarker, yes, but not the man confident enough to pick up a woman in a grocery store. I don't even know HOW she saw me and possibly read my lips that first day. But, this was going to happen. Of course, don't believe that I am so nave to not suspect a ruse by this woman and a possible collaborator. I most always wear cargo shorts in public so I can carry a licensed small handgun, a Ruger LCP Centerfire Pistol. In its holder it's only 5 inches by about 4 and barely an inch thick. It has a 6 round magazine and the lock has to be off to chamber a bullet. In its inconspicuous case, until unbuckled, it appears to be a wallet of sorts. Whether I could draw it fast enough to defend myself against a similarly armed person, I don't know. But it made me feel somewhat safe and protected. I brought my few groceries home and quickly showered (I hadn't since the night before so I thought it gentlemanly). I double checked the piece in my cargo shorts and I was off to meet her. The development where she lived was new, 3 townhouses to a building and as I approached the building where hers, #61, was it was obvious that hers was the only one occupied in that trio and finishing touches to the outside of the building were not completed as of yet. Yes, she had just moved in bringing some credence to her story. I parked at the building before hers, across from the cross street and walked to the back of the townhouses and went to the patio slider of hers. If she were watching for me, I would surely surprise her. With my key ring I rapped on her window 3 times and I saw through that she was waiting on the stairs just inside the door. My knock startled her and she came quickly with a questioning look on her face. "You didn't need to sneak up. I was waiting for you." "I wanted to see what the places looked like and yours was the only one finished so rather than walk back to the front . . . . ." I started to say but she took my arm. "I hadn't expected to meet up so soon after the other day. I kept telling myself I would talk myself out of this. The other day surprised me so much that I spent the day telling myself I had dreamt it. It was the most exciting and sexually liberating thing I have done in my life." She said almost breathlessly. "Show me your place." I said walking ahead of her and went room to room downstairs while she kept apologizing for the fact that it wasn't totally unpacked yet. After appearing to check the closets for space I went to the stairs. "Oh, please don't go upstairs." She said, her lower lip trembling. "Why? What are you hiding?" I said as I began to walk up. "Nothing really, I'm just nervous." She said. "No need to be." I said coolly. What I suppose was her bedroom was the first room at the top of the stairs. The furniture in there was elegant with a large walk-in closet. Her un-made bed was the probably reason she didn't want me to come up. A vibrator, a plastic penis, and a butt plug were laid out on one side of the king size bed, along with a tube of some sort of gel. "Don't make fun of me." She said almost crying. "Natalie, why would I make fun of you? You're alone and have needs. You don't think you're the only woman who has play time, do you. It's normal and healthy, but you ought to put them away if you expect company." I chuckled. I checked the two other rooms and bath before I headed downstairs. When I got there I told her to sit where she was waiting for me. She sat on the third step and looked toward me standing at the closed front door. "Well, how were you going to greet me?" I said impatiently. She let out a sigh of relief and came to me and kissed my cheek and fell to her knees. She kissed my zipper where she had kissed before and reached for the tab. She pulled it down and locked her eyes with mine and reached inside to fish me out. She kept her eyes on mine and sucked on the head of my penis until it began to really get stiff. I reached for her hands and helped her stand. I took one hand and held it clasped in my left hand, my other arm went around her waist and I walked her to the sofa. She sat in the middle and I knelt in front of her turning her legs sideways so as to make her lie back a bit. I pushed up her pullover shirt and kissed her belly button while my fingers manipulated the snap on her tight shorts I had admired her ass through. I let down the zipper and straddled her, taking a side of her shorts in each hand and lowering them. She wore no panties this day and she was freshly smoothed, obviously from a recent Brazilian. I took them from her feet and knelt between her legs. I grasped her just above the ankles and bent her knees back so she was spread open. "Hold them up." I ordered as she held her knees back with her arms. A drop of her dew expressed from between her lips just below her clit. I lapped that up and we were off to the races. She made no effort to be quiet or dull her sounds of appreciation for the tonguing she was getting. She was as sweet and ripe as I thought she might be. Her ex was a fool to think he could find a real woman like this in the company of a girl. I licked her, I gnawed her lips, I sucked her clit and teased it with the tip of my tongue and when she was breathless and asked for some mercy on her over-sensitive lady parts, I dropped my tongue to her asshole and made her scream once again. After I totally reamed her sweet rear hole until I began to get the bitter taste of inside her bowel, and quickly moved back to her clit and she said, "Please fuck me!" I stood and looked down at her, she now letting her feet rest back to the floor. I was unbuttoning my shirt and undoing my belt when I said to her, "You didn't think I was going to forget the exquisite blowjob from the other day do you? No deed like that goes unrewarded, and your pussy was as sweet as honey, and your asshole tried to suck my tongue in. Ever been fucked there? Don't worry, I have no such intentions, you just seemed very responsive." She fumbled her words, wanting to lie, but she knew I would know. "A couple times, . . .uh . . . 3 times. I only enjoyed it once, the first time." "That time wasn't your husband was it?" I surmised. "No, it wasn't. It was gentle, nice." I was just stepping out of my cargo's when she sat up and sought out the head of my cock with her mouth. She was hungry for me again. Using both her hands and mouth she sucked and stroked me to a full erection before she slowly sat back and spread her legs. "Take out those lovely tits, you shouldn't hide those beauties." I asked as she pushed off her top and undid her simple bra, maybe a sleep bra just to keep them up. I reached down as I straddled her again and filled my hands with their softness and the hard nipples that I rolled between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned and rolled her eyes in appreciation, but I quickly stepped from her. "Turn over." I commanded and she flipped then raised her ass and buried her head in the sofa cushion. I knelt on the sofa and I brought the tip of my dick to her wet pussy lips and plowed through it a couple times being careful not to slip in. After the third time I drew the head through her distended pussy I firmly pushed into her, her head coming up and drawing a deep hard breath. I pushed deep and almost totally withdrew and sunk as deep as I could again. I stayed still for a moment and she seemed to sigh, as if to rest before I began to hammer myself in and out of her. I had no plans to make love to her; I was going to fuck her and hope to leave her sore, but a good sort of sore. I pummeled her hard for a few minutes until I felt my orgasm begin to rise so I stopped and flipped her back and I knelt on the floor and threaded myself into her for a nice slow ride. She trembled and squeezed at me while she massaged her nipples and I felt her cum at least twice. I wasn't sure if she came when I was doggie with her, I was pounding her so hard, but here I felt her trying to grip me and I saw and felt the shudders of her orgasm. When I was ready to cum I extended my arms to her to help her up and took her to the wall where her phone stand was, the place she put the flowers she bought earlier. "I told you what would look nice in front of a white wall with burgundy carpeting, right?" I said hoping to make her smile. She grinned and said, "My shorts aren't around my ankles, I actually thought you were going to rip them down, fuck me and leave." "Not my style." I said as I urged her to turn towards the wall and bend, grabbing the stand before her. She held on like I was going to rail her good, but I wanted a great climax as well. I spread her legs a bit more and found her wetness and shoved home as her head went down, but quickly up to vocalize each stroke. I fucked her with long steady strokes, looking down at the ass I had admired more than once this week. I wet my thumb and rubbed it over and over her asshole as I stroked her, resisting the urge to push it in. I had played enough there today and she was ready for a good finish. She began to hump back as her last orgasm built and I tried to keep steady so as not to lose my mojo. "You've ruined me for all other men." She whispered loudly, a remark I'm sure she had said before, but it was enough to stroke my ego to get my nut. I felt it rising and gripped her ass cheeks tightly and stroked hard emphasizing each push with an "Ugh Ugh Ugh". When it ran up from my balls I pulled from her and shot 2 long streams up her back before I stroked out another one or two blobs between her cheeks. I fell forward on her and kept moving my hips with my dick pressed between us. I was as drained as I had been with the blowjob earlier in the week, but it was the kind of "drained" you enjoy. I finally stopped moving on her and rested until I realized my weight was on her more than she might find comfortable. I stood and she turned and looked at me with that smile that started this whole thing. "I would have eaten that, and I thought I was to." She said as she went to her knees and licked and teased at me, sucking and cleaning what of our union remained on me and what still sat in my urethra. "This was much sexier Natalie. You are one hot fuck. I hope I made you as happy as you made me." "I don't regret a second of it. Come see me anytime." She whimpered. "Somehow, that wouldn't be as sexy as what we had this week. We'll see about another time." I said never believing that what we had in these few days could ever be repeated and that trying to might dull the original memory. I saw Natalie in my grocery trips in the next 8 or 9 days and we simply nodded quiet hello's to each other that I'm sure were followed by an inner smile as to the memory. There were no "I miss you" pangs or foolishness like that. Some day she may be dressed in a way to give me reason to give her "that look" when she might flash "that smile". Right now it's simply a case of "been there, done that" when I see her and it's almost like she "down dresses" as if she's going to see me every time she goes out and doesn't want to seem the siren. I've only seen her in loose fitting tops with longer, loose shorts, but she can't hide that pretty face. That's something I could pick out of a crowd even if she didn't accent the other parts of her body. It had been just over 2 weeks since our "meeting" and I had just shopped the coupon specials on Monday and was walking out of the PriceCutter store and there she was waiting on the bench with Taxi ads. "I knew you would be here today. I did stalk you today, I guess you could say. Can we talk?" She asked sweetly. "Of course. Do you have something on your mind?" I wondered. "When I don't dress sexy, you aren't interested? You barely look at me. Do I have to stick my tits out or frame my ass to get your attention?" She asked quietly. I smiled a little and looked at her a little shocked. "Natalie? I thought we didn't want a relationship, by mutual understanding. I must tell you that when I saw you dressed so conservatively, I took it as a sign you didn't want my attention." "No, it was to see if all you were interested in was T and A, and I was just a whore you fucked." Her words sort of floored me and at first I took them the wrong way, but suddenly I understood her. "Natalie, if you think that I don't respect you as a person or look down on you, you're wrong. I respect and understand what you were to me and what I was to you. You needed something and you saw my interest and wanted to avoid the frills, the dance, and the eventual let down of a relationship. You were happy, I was happy and we walked away with our hearts intact." "It wasn't supposed to be that it might never happen again, right?" She asked. "Do you mean with me, or with someone else?" "Don't be stupid Keegan, you're the only one I can have this sort of relationship with. Everyone else wants to move in or get married, and then there's the ones who cum in you and then give you cab fare home. I thought you were the safe island." She charged. "Well, wasn't I?' I asked. "Yes, but . . . . .aren't you the least bit interested again? You don't look at me like you did before." "When I saw how you dressed I took it as a sign or signal. I know how beautiful you are under those clothes. I didn't want to seem like a dog chasing a bone. I know how I would feel if YOU were calling me or hounding me." I explained. "OK, you've made me feel better, given me back my confidence a little." She said relieved. "God, put yourself out there and you'll get a few bites, for sure. I know you have to kiss a few frogs until you find a prince, and you can afford to be picky, believe me." I insisted. "I always feel like I'm used and no good man would want me." She said lowering her eyes. "What your life was before you meet any man is none of their business. After you get to know him and you learn about him, you can tell him pertinent details. But, a divorced woman isn't scarred in the sense you think. You convinced me that the split was his fault and that any sexual failure wasn't brought on by you. If all you say is true, your only sin was getting older, just like he did." I told her in my honest estimation of what I knew as fact. She smiled and looked at me directly. "Are you SURE you don't want a relationship with the woman you just described? If you spend 2 or 3 nights with me I guarantee you would never leave." I laughed and reached to touch her face. "Believe me Natalie, if I feel the urge to get involved and things in my own life get lined up correctly, I might seek you out. Things you don't understand make it impossible for me to get seriously involved right now. All that could change and if I were to want to take a run at a relationship, you would be on the top of my list. It doesn't mean it would work, but I would certainly give it a try. We know ONE important way we are compatible. " She gave me a shit-eating grin and nodded, faux wiping her brow as if working up a heavy sweat. "OK, so maybe I'll see you again, and who knows, sooner or later. Thanks Key. In a world full of self-centered men I know you looked out for me, and I think you've been frank and honest. I WILL see you around." She said standing up and kissing me lightly on the cheek making me feel an intimacy I didn't realize we had. When my newest novel is finished and we've decided on the picture for the dust jacket I'll autograph one and send it to her and make a point of looking her up.

The following story contains ADULT SEXUAL SITUATIONS. Do not read any further if you do not wish to read material of this type. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. I lost my William early in 2001. He was a writer who, one day, planned to use my diary, which I kept through our young courtship and beyond, as a basis for true erotic stories. William and I enjoyed reading erotic stories of this type. He planned to use the pen name Billy Hand. As a means of therapy for dealing with his loss, I have taken up the project. Though not as accomplished as William as a writer, I too, write professionally for travel and vacation guides. I hope you enjoy our stories as much as I did living them. Whether you believe our stories or not, trust me when I say then have been embellished little. This is an account of the day of our graduation from high school. It was one of the truly special days and nights in our lives and especially our sexual lives. It has been nearly a year since I lost my William and recalling and recounting this period has been happy/sad for me. For the happy part, I know William is smiling down on me. I hope you enjoy it. CARREE'S GRADUATION DAY Bill and I had looked forward to graduation day together now for over 2 years. Once we decided that we were an "us" forever with plans for our future in place, Graduation Day became the first step. My parents had planned a big party after the exercises, as Bills did. We both had lots of family, friends and relatives coming that we wanted each other to meet. Although we had agreed with all concerned parties that I would not wear the engagement ring, we were going to quietly announce it to some people. As we prepared to send the invitations out, my Dad, of all people, made a suggestion. "Why don't you get with Bill's parents and ask them if they would mind combining both parties into one big one here? I'm already getting the big canopy from the office, and they have an even bigger one that I can use. The only cost to me is the maintenance men it will take to set it up, so it would cost me another hour, tops, to get a bigger cover for us. If we combine everything we will spend less money, overall, on food, and have less everything, including headaches, in the end." Dad explained. To Bill and I it made great sense. We had already talked about how that with the anticipation we had for the day, we would see little of each other because we had to "star" at our family parties. The Wilson's balked at first, but seeing that: 1)Anyone who was coming to their house had to pass ours on the way, 2)People getting lost or confused was then not an issue and 3) We had a huge mowed yard that could accommodate the canopies and the people, it was settled. My Dad was so thrilled that and idea of his was able to make Bill and I happy, I thought he would explode. He told me later that he never thought he convinced me that he really "approved" of Bill. I must admit that I thought his affection for him was feigned to keep his little girl happy. Somehow he saw how happy Bill made me, and how well he treated me. He also realized that Bill didn't just spoil me, though. He saw the reciprocal love and affection from me and what a team, a cohesive unit we were, as a couple. While we made final arrangements and all six of us began decorating at my house, Bill was explaining some things about the day. "Right after graduation Jennifer LaMarres parents would like as many of our class who want, to come to Devils Peak for pictures at the overlook. It's not that far from the Graduation venue and would really be beautiful for photo's if it's clear. They arranged a photographer through Jen's fathers business, they're printers. He has a place picked out for group and individual shots with the vista of the valley as the backdrop. It's supposed to show the future in front of us. His company does these shots with other schools and colleges all the time. He's donating a hundred prints to the class. Carree and I would like to do that individually and together." Bill explained. "Jenny said we could get bumped to the front of the line if there was a crowd," I said. "She and Rob doubled with us at the movie last week and when they heard about the big party, she wanted to make sure we made it for the shoot. I've seen these pictures done before and they're nice. You're in the gown, but you hold the mortarboard in your hand and it makes a statement. She said we can get one together without the cap or gown, for us," I said looking to my Bill. "She's still not seeing that older fellow anymore, is he," my Mom asked. "He looked like trouble." "No, Mom, that was Rick. Rob is a senior too, only at City Central. He's nice. I'm sure you would like him." "So anyway," Bill continued. "After that we are going to come right back here. We will glad hand and introduce ourselves to each other's relatives for about an hour. Then we should make an appearance at two other parties, Meg Parkers, and Sy Coleman's." Bills dad stopped stapling crepe paper and said "Who in hell names a boy Sy?" "Dad, it's short for Seymour. Now I have to ask, who names a boy Seymour?" Bill countered. "Coleman, eehhhh? Do I know him?" Bills Dad continued questioning. "You might," Bill said. "He played ball with me all through grade school and then has been the track stud at St Pius for the last couple years. We used to be great friends, well, we still are, but we both have, umm, "other interests" (he said looking at me) and haven't hung around much in the last year. But, he really made a point of wanting Carree and I to stop by. So, anyway, that should get us back here before 5 o'clock and then we can put out the big food." "Don't you two leave us hanging, waiting for you," My mom piped in. "If we get the "big food", as Bill calls it, out by 5, then the Vermont people will still have a chance of getting home by dark. Willie said your grandmother gets nervous in the car after dark. Don't mess that up." "No problem, Mom Kasc, If we had our way, we wouldn't leave at all, but these are 2 special ones we should make. We won't be long, I promise." Bill said. I sidled up to Bill and asked if he knew Sy's house was kitty corner to Megs, actually right next to Heidi Stewarts, and maybe we wouldn't be gone over an hour as he thought, even with both stops. "Actually Parkers, Coleman's and Stewarts are all having one big party and one stop will cover everything. Gee, that might leave some time to stop at my room above the garage for some one on one congratulating," Bill said with a snicker. "Bill Wilson!!" I said cutely and quietly. "Do you mean to say that you want to soil our Graduation Day with some sordid sex act to seal our accomplishment?" I said. "That's what I'm saying," Bill said. "Well, I said sheepishly, "If I HAVE to, I will." I said with a big smile. We finished up the decorating at my house and for the first night in a long time; I was going to spend an evening at my house without Bill. The eve of graduation was a special night of memories and reflecting for my parents and I wanted to make them happy by staying with them. Tomorrow was to be a big day. By eleven o'clock I should have my diploma in hand. In 48 hours, we would be on our way to Six Flags in New Jersey for our class trip. Bill and I had plans for those days, too. Graduation exercises were held at an outdoor amphitheatre at the foot of the mountains about 30 minutes from town. It was a bit of a ride, but as long as the weather cooperated, it was always beautiful. It only took 90 minutes to hear the student honoree's speak, as well as the Principal and, of course the Bishop. The final announcement was to get to Devils Peak as soon as possible, if you wanted to take part in the picture taking with Mr. LaMarre, or and return to school with your caps and gowns and get your deposit. Parochial schools always have a money edge. Bill and I were almost the first 2 people there for pictures. Although I had ridden with my family, and Bill had taken some aunts and uncles with him to the ceremony, he and I were alone for the photo trip and the run back to school to hand in our caps and gowns. On the way back from Devils Peak I said to Bill, "Would you be surprised if I told you that I was extra free under this gown today?" "Do you mean you are "al fresco" under that? You naughty little girl! If I had a place to stop, I would and just lash you with my tongue," Bill laughed. "Damn, Carree, you've given me a hard-on just thinking about it." "Well, to be honest, Just think about it", I said. "I really tried to get out of the house with my bra and panties only underneath, but my Mom sort of caught me." "Caught you?" Bill asked. "I was just dropping the gown over my head as she came into my room to check my hair. She saw from, just below my crotch and below, disappear as it fell. Man, she was nuts, "CARREE YOU HAVE TO WEAR SOMETHING UNDER THAT!!" she shouted at me. I told her not to get too excited, I was just making sure it was long enough. I guess she believed me. I really was going to give you a show on the way back to school. Gee, I could still give suck you under your gown if you put the seat back." I said to get Bill all hot and bothered. "Carree, why do you insist on saying things like that to get me all flustered?" Bill said in exasperation. "Oh you know it's me just being a little devil. I hardly think that a moving car is the place to make love, or even give a blow- job. I just wanted to get you a little hot for our meeting later," I said. "You are something Care. For the past year you have gotten to be the hottest thing I have ever known or known of. You know how to turn me on with a few words or actions dropped in the right places. You love to push my buttons, don't you? . . . . and you know I hate the term "blowjob" when you are referring to yourself making love to my penis with your mouth. I AM sorry, it really bothers me." Bill scolded me. "Billy, it's just another button I like to push, to make sure your little friend there is always standing up when he sees me. You may not like the term blowjob, but you have to admit, it arouses you," I said knowingly. Bill reached over and touched my leg through my gown "Don't you worry about that. Just the thought of you gives me an erection all the time. Just think. We wake up together this Saturday and Sunday mornings, not to mention going to sleep together. I love you so much, and I think I may love you more by the end of the weekend." His touch was all I needed to get my juices flowing. I don't know why we teased each other with words so much. We certainly didn't need any impetus to get aroused by each other. We had enough opportunity for the limited kinds of sex we had. Mostly we masturbated each other, or for each other. During Thanksgiving last year when we were able to meet at a vacation chalet in Vermont we experienced anal sex. It was a great rewarding act of love that we hadn't repeated again. It wasn't that we didn't like it, but the time and preparation to do it properly made it hard. It was still the defining moment in our sexual lives; he had been inside me, making passionate love. We still saved oral sex for times when we could be free, alone and naked. Stealing away to the car and hiding to go down on each other seemed cheap and little more than just, getting off. We preferred making love to each other. I used to tell Bill then that we had married couple status, when it came to good sex. We might go a week or 10 days with our interplay being no more than hello and goodbye hugs and kisses. There was always playful touching, "accidental" grab-ass, goosing, etc. But, frank sex, something you could call an "act", became less frequent, better, and more serialized, where we would go at each other 5 times in 2 days. It was during the period since our anal affair, where he was really "inside" me, taking my body's virginity, up until now, that we had made our sex sessions special. We could be together and do things, or just talk, or just hold hands during a drive, where we enjoyed the bond we shared. Our weekend coming up was going to be romantic, and a bit wild. By not being at each other all of the time, our special alone times became a little wanton, where we could really express passion. Now, with the promise of an hour or so alone this afternoon in Bills private "study" over their garage, we were priming ourselves for a hot, albeit short, time. When we got back to St Pius there was already a crowd there exchanging their uniform of the day for their deposit. This was actually the last real function we had, at the school. I wished I could say there was a sadness to it all, but after all the years there, I was glad to get out. I had suffered emotional scars from the nuns telling the whole school, it seemed, that little Carree had a religious vocation and not to do anything to change that, because God would punish you. It was a cloud over my head that I was barely aware of, from sixth grade until late in my sophomore year. Friends and faculty were never 100 percent honest with me about almost anything, because I was "going to be married to God." I am thankful for friends like Megan and Bill who treated me more honestly and unconditionally, who got me through discovering the cloud over me and eradicating it. But now we were free!! Waiting to turn in our caps and gowns we had nice chit-chats with people that we would see little of, for probably, the rest of our lives. I am sure many of these people would cross our paths again in the future in one way or another. But, for now it was goodbye. We got our deposits and headed back to my house for the party. We were sure that the guests were there already having a good time. The intermingling of our families was going to be a good thing, just the early discomfort of it was not being looked forward to. At the house there were at least 100 people there, and there were 2 tables for gifts with baskets for envelopes. Bill and I both hoped there would be enough cash within the envelopes to cover first year incidental expenses at school. We mingled, together and apart, introducing each other and ourselves to everyone we did not know. From the comments we got from everyone, news of our engagement had "leaked" out. The one good thing was that we received a lot of congratulatory envelopes with gifts inside. Bill, at one point poked me and said, "If I knew we would get gifts, I would have put it in the paper, . . . and on billboards." After an hour of mingling, we begged off saying we had other commitments but would be back in and hour or so, and to save the "big food" for our return. Everyone understood the situation. Actually it seemed funny, leaving some of our friends there to mingle with people they didn't know, so we could go be with friends. We made an appearance at the big party at Parkers. Heidi and Meg's Mom really did a lot, food wise, and the Coleman's provided lots of punch, soda and the entertainment. They hired a band, plus they had a big pool. With the 3 yards melding to one party, it was a great time, but we had to go shortly after arriving. After barely a half hour we snuck off knowing we had seen the people we had to see to make the "appearance" official. We were off to Bills house, having to go the long way to avoid driving past my house. Once we pulled up the drive, knowing there was no one around, we finally took our first time to relax for the day. As soon as Bill shut off the car, he exhaled and looked at me. "Congratulations, Ms. Kasc, at completing the first 12 years of your education. Now if you don't mind, get in the student loan line so you can make the next 4 to 6 years just as miserable." Bill joked. "Bill, we finally made it! These last 4 years seemed to go by so slow. Thank God I had you to get me through it, especially the last couple years, where we really became us. If I didn't have your love, Bill, I don't know how I would have done it. You got me through it all." "Geez Care, I have to give you as much credit. You forced me to be a man and face the big issues in my life. You kicked my butt over the fact I never confronted you about going into the convent. You made me open up and express my feelings to you when I was a spine-less little weasel. Thank you for having enough faith in me about that whole situation. You didn't have to give yourself so much. You could have dumped me for one of the other thousand guys that wanted to date you," Bill said. "But Bill honey," I said "They weren't you. I loved you. I knew you were the one all along. I just had to hit you over the head and show what to do. THEN, I find out you read all those studies and sex reports and already knew what to do. You were just a big chicken shit." "Carree, I prefer shy. Just say I was shy," Bill pouted. I hugged Bill and held onto him for dear life, then whispered in his ear. "Take me upstairs and show me how shy you're not, OK?" We both rushed out of the car and headed for the side door and stairway up to the study room. Bill stopped to bolt the door, and then took the stairs 2 at a time to catch up to me and grab my ass. I screamed, but I totally expected it. Walking in front of Bill on stairs insured me of having his attention, and getting my butt either pinched, grabbed or cupped. Ummm, you can tell I hated it, right? When we got to the top of the stairs I quickly turned to Bill. "Oh my God, you'll never guess what I saw this morning!!" I exclaimed. "You're right, I'll never guess," Bill said. "I walked in on my Mom in the bathroom when I went to grab my deodorant and she was putting a strip in her panties. . ." "Oh PLEASE" Bill interrupted. "More information than I needed!!!!" "No No, that's not it, SHE'S SHAVED!! She is as bald as me down there. No wonder that she never called me out on it, unless she's never seen that I'm shaved, but . . ." I said. "So I guess I don't know what the big deal is. She shaves, maybe she does it for the same reason you do, to make it finger lickin' good." Bill said with a smirk. "Bill, do you really think they do that?" I said. "Tell me Care, what year do you stop letting ME eat YOURS? Come ON. Your Mom and Dad are in their early forties. I would hope they still do all the things they ever did. Maybe your horniness is inherited." Bill said with a chuckle. "You think I'm horny?" I said. "I'm not horny, I'm desirous of my lover. If you weren't here right now, do you think I would have sex with who ever might be here?" I asked. "No silly, I was just making a joke, Carree. Are you THAT self- conscious about that? Nothing wrong with having hot pants for your man." Bill said trying to ease my pain. But I was hurt. He made me feel cheap. "Bill, if I WAS horny 5 minutes ago, I'm not now. You make me feel cheap" I said indignantly. "Carree, you take all of this way too serious. I meant you were horny for me, not just anyone. Maybe your Mom is the same way, hot for her man. When I said your Mom might be horny, I didn't mean she was sleeping with the mailman." Bill said apologetically. I guess I did take him out of context, but I don't like being referred to as cheap or promiscuous. Maybe being blonde has something to do with that. I may be blonde, but I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, stupid or shallow. I went and sat on the antique psychiatrists couch (Bill calls it the slouch couch) in his room and pouted. "Is this really from referring to you as horny?" Bill asked. "How can you be such a strong, passionate, dedicated lover and partner to me, and then think I would say something that would demean you or put you down? My God Carree, you trusted me enough to let me have anal intercourse with you. You are being VERY thin skinned. They were only words. Accurate words. You are horny, just like I am. We are horny for each other. It's a slang term. Do you think that I have a perception of you where I guess I'm lucky I'm the next guy you see when the "mood" hits you? If that's the case maybe we should rethink some things. I thought we trusted each other a lot more than that. Neither mine, nor your, sexual gratification is not a ransom for the ring I gave you, or the one I have from you that's in my heart. You're being a jerk over a word." Bill said and then sighed. "Let's go back to the party, I'll be in the car." He turned and went down the stairs. I sat there dumbfounded. How could I be so stupid to be offended by such an innocuous statement? "Maybe your horniness is inherited" is what he said that pissed me off. Why in God's name did I let that bother me? But it did set off my anger as soon as he said it. When I hear someone say they are horny I take it to mean they want to satisfy a sexual urge for the pleasure of it, not the love factor. But, this was Bill I was talking about and mad at for saying it. What is wrong with me? Where did the anger come from? I do associate loose talk about one's sexual needs in public with being cheap and petty, and "blonde", too. But, my own pettiness had just hurt the one person in the world that I love unconditionally. Plus, put a condition on it; I let words take precedence over action, thought or deed. Bill put me on a pedestal, and I was trying to make it seem that I was even more special. I was wrong; so wrong that groveling on my hands and knees would seem petty as a penance. How did I let myself take this so far? I needed to knock myself down a few pegs. I went down the stairs and went to the drivers' side door of the car. "Bill, I'm so sorry. I was wrong. I showed you the worst side of me. Being petty. My parents treat me special because they love me. You treat me even more special, because you love me. You spoil me rotten. Spoiled rotten to the point where I let a word, and my own mis-placed perception of that word, hurt you. Bill, I never want to hurt you, and I trust you so much that I know you would never hurt me. Yet, I just let that trust fail me upstairs. I don't deserve that ring from you, but I want it. Not the ring itself, but the meaning that goes with it. You always say that the ring I give you in return for your diamond is in your heart. You should throw that away, because I didn't live up to the meaning of it. A ring has no beginning, no end. Forgive me Bill. The spike I put in your heart is right through mine, too. Come with me upstairs and let's renew what the meaning of our rings are; never ending love." I said, having poured out my heart. "Goddamn it Carree! At least you realize WHAT you did and why it hurt me so. I'm sitting here thinking to myself HOW? HOW could she think I would say anything to hurt HER? Where did this come from? I love to kiss your ass, but I will not KISS YOUR ASS to earn a trust I thought we were built on. The trust was supposed to be there to build everything else on." Bill said accepting my apology while pointing out and emphasizing what I knew I did. He opened the car door and looked at me. He had tears forming in both eyes and a look of quiet resolve on his face. "Don't ever doubt my love for you Carree." He said. I reached out and hugged and held him tightly to me. "I won't and I never did, Bill. I was being stupid. I know what I mean to you, and you to me. Forgive me and I will never make you doubt me again, you have my heart on that one." I said, crying. Bill put his arm around me and walked me to my side of the car and opened the door. I looked up at him and said with a grin, "you don't want to go upstairs? I'm still horny for you, if you're still horny for me." "You are a little shit, sometimes," Bill said as he closed the car door and took me by the hand leading me upstairs. He stopped and bolted the door, and once again took the stairs 2 at a time to get a chance to give my butt a squeeze before I got to the top. Everything was back to normal. I went to the slouch couch and sat down. I curled a finger motioning him over. He sat beside me and we kissed, deep and passionate. I took his hand and brought it to my mouth. I sucked his middle finger in and went down on it 3 or 4 times. I took his hand and bent back the other 3 fingers leaving the middle digit standing alone. I took the hand and brought it under my dress to my shaven, uncovered pussy, and pushed it in. "No panties now, just for you. Ohhhhh! (I shuttered) Don't go too deep with that big finger," I said. Bill glued his lips to mine and laid me back on the sofa. In one move he spread my legs, knelt between them and bent to kiss my bald slit. I was more than half way to orgasm. How could I have doubted this man for a nano-second? He pulled his finger from me and settled into a lick and nibble on my clit. I let out another big swoon and he sat up. "What's wrong?' I said, startled he quit so soon. "Let's strip. I want to see that beautiful body while I eat it." He said as he started to undo his belt. We were nude before you knew it and I laid back once again on the sofa. He came to me and lay beside me showering me with kisses while caressing my breasts. Before he was through I think he covered every inch of me with his mouth, but the attention he paid to eating my clit and pussy was the best ever. He used less fingers than usual trying to hold off my climax for as long as possible. He also wanted to avoid my G-spot, as that always led to a quicker end. G-spot orgasms left me physically drained, not that I didn't like them. Even without fingers, his tongue had me singing my song of ecstasy and holding his mouth to my vagina. Soon I would be trying to push him away as my clit got so sensitive, I thought I would pass out. "Please Bill, please, no more, no more!!" my voice echoed in the room and he finally relented as I turned to my side to protect myself from his magic tongue. Of course this opened me to be assaulted from the rear as he kissed and nibbled on my ass cheeks, working his way to lick and tease at my butthole with his tongue. I was always self-conscious about how hygienic I was back there, because with Bill that was always a target for his tongue. But after the first lick, it never seemed to matter. It was a private hidden place, but Bill had shown me the joys of playing back there. Once my pussy began to flow again from the good feelings he was giving me in my rear, I turned and pushed him away. "Bill, I can't wait any longer to taste and suck on your cock. I need to feel it in my mouth. Let me taste it and make you crazy." I said not wanting to wait one more second. Oral sex had become a real comfort to me. I remember when I first heard about it when I was in, maybe eight grade; I thought how aberrant a behavior it was. Then you heard more and more about it and it seemed to be a common sex practice for girls who wanted to be popular. But after seeing it done in a video that Kim had gotten and played for us girls, you began to see a sexiness to it. Firstly, because you realized it was a compliment to having it performed on YOU. Secondly, because of the tremendous feelings it gave the receiver and the power it instilled in the giver. It was comforting to hear my friends Kim and Megan tell us that their sisters, all who were older and some married, say that it was a regular and common part of their lovemaking. It was not an aberrant act at all. With me, it gave me a closeness that I couldn't feel in any other way with Bill. I remember the first time I was confronted with the possibility of putting it in my mouth how excited I was to want to feel it there. But, there was also my panic, when I realized that he was going to ejaculate and my mouth became first option for a receptacle. Did I want that in my mouth, would it make me sick, would it be awful? In my case I had a prior opportunity to taste a little of his sperm and, although it wasn't a big enough sample to draw a tasting review, it was not repugnant in taste or smell. Before I had a chance to decide much more, it was shooting in my mouth. Quickly I decided that the best option was to swallow and get rid of it, if only for reasons of neatness. But as I continued to feel him writhe in my mouth and see what pleasure I was bringing him, I sensed not a bad taste, not unpleasant, but not what you would order a bowl of or put on a salad either. To me it was Bill, and I remember how proud I was to have him in my tummy. The only time I didn't like it was when we were on our third try in a short time. His cum was thick and almost a snotty consistency. That felt repugnant in my mouth and I could not swallow that. Later we found that citrus, like grapefruit, and most especially pineapple, when eaten the night before, made him taste sweet to where I could savor his flavor. Feeling him stiff in my mouth with all the nerve endings he has there, as well as how sensory the mouth is, is a tremendous turn on. I can feel his heart beat, even as it quickens towards orgasm. Later on, in one of the few times I compared notes with close girlfriends about such personal things, did I find my experience to be different in that way. They said the felt a throb from time to time, but I swear could take Bills pulse, it seemed. Bill had rolled off the slouch couch when I finally had to push him away from my sex. I had already become too sensitive in my vagina, and his oral wanderings around my anus and perineum had relit that earlier glow. So, another 3 alarmer would leave me a writhing mess and I didn't want that to ruin my night. I lay back in the couch to catch my breath and I looked down at the kneeling Bill on the floor. I smiled at him and asked if he had anything for me. He stood and expected me to get up and let me kneel over him, but I reached out to his penis and urged him to my lying form. I went to the edge of the couch where it curved up to support a relaxing patient and guided Bill to my mouth. He was able to rest his knees on the edge. By supporting my head, when needed, with my left arm or hand, I could easily play with his sack and balls while I sucked him with my right. I still had not conquered taking him deep into my mouth, but surely the 3 or so inches he was able to easily slide over my lips and tongue satisfied him more than he could ever expect. We took turns, it seemed, he thrusting to my mouth and me going down on him, and sometimes a combo of both. Either way, we both felt urgency, him to climax, and me to taste his seed and satisfy my hunger for him. His little groans, hums, and gasps of satisfaction made me happy to know I was repaying him for the same joys he gave me. It seemed we were suck in the same rhythm for a time when I finally sensed a taste in my mouth. He always had a pre-cum leak with a bleachy report. His first lubricating watery spurt had that strong odor and flavor. It left a bit if that flavor in the rest of his ejaculate, but it was familiar to me. Just after getting that first taste I knew he was not far from climax. His thrust quickened and shortened and he always moved to use his hand to jerk it into my mouth. Sometimes I would let him, other times I would push his hand away and do it myself, or clamp tighter with my mouth. The height he was at today made it good for his thrusts, and he knew never to scare me by pushing too deeply. I pushed his hand away when he went to make that move and tightened my mouth down and sucked a nice vacuum for him. When I pushed his hand away he shook both arms and bobbed at the knee emoting "Ahhhhhhh, hut, Ahhhhhhh" like he wanted to jerk it, but my mouth was even better. Either way, he was not coming back from where he was going now. He sucked in air with a hollow scream as he came. The first watery blast was huge, telling me he had been boiling this for a while, probably since my tease in the car after graduation. I swallowed that quickly knowing he would deposit a second and third blast in the back of my throat, and that he did. I swallowed those and curled my tongue up to catch any more shots. I wanted it to run underneath my tongue so I could swish it around to taste it. The fourth pulse was weaker than the others and then he oozed. I kept the suction up and moved my tongue around the head knowing that when he finally couldn't take anymore and pulled from me, I could get a good-bye spurt from him. It happened as I expected with Bill withdrawing from the warmth of my mouth and he grabbing his cock as if to protect it. He would hold he head in the palm of his hand, squeezing it and shuttering. I was running my tongue over the front of my teeth to push all of his cum to the top of my tongue so I could swallow and eat his loving spoonful. "Oh my baby!! Ohh God Carree!" Bill exclaimed. "THAT was the best ever. You sunk in the top of my head that time. God, you love me so good with your mouth." He said as he bent to kiss me. Our kiss was a long and tonguing one where he eventually slipped into the couch and we hugged and felt each other's naked forms in our arms. I felt him penis touch my vagina and wondered at that possibility someday. My God, how I loved the thought of him being inside of me. I might have to plan for some butt sex on our trip this weekend to satisfy that urge. But, I also worried that one errant little spermie might find a way inside of me from his casual brush against me. I abruptly ended our kiss and said we were late and had to go. God, I am sooo paranoid. We leisurely got dressed and spoke of the next few nights and mornings when we would fall asleep and wake in each other's arms. You couldn't have wiped the smiles off our faces with jackhammers. We finished dressing, freshened our breaths and tried to look "glowy", but not too after "sex-ish", for our return to the party at my house. We were 10 minutes later than we had said, and helped the starving guests get served. The food was great and we all had a wonderful time. Bill and I cracked little jokes between us about having already eaten, being full so soon etc. Thinking back on it now, everyone probably knew what we were talking about, probably having done the same thing at one time. My lasting memory was the look on Bills face as I asked him in front of his mother, "Did you bring any of that special sauce that goes with the meat?" Good Lord, we had fun together! - - - - - - - - - - - Tomorrow,I will actually be going back to work for the first time since William's death. Writing "Carree Loves Billy" and the first 3 of the 10 stories I have outlines for, has been fun, and reflective, but very hard at times. I wished it to be therapeutic, and it has been that more than anything. In dragging out old memories, I know how lucky I was to have known a love like William. From our early sex lives you can see we could rarely get enough of each other. Of course the newness of sex wore off, but only to a point. Our story is written from my diary and of course, my memory. Very little has been embellished and I have tried to write and speak as I did when they happened. Carree send comments to [email protected] Keeper of the Carree Wilson Archive

TITLE: The Not-so Temp. TAGS: MF, huge breasts, big buttocks, big cock, vulgar language, slutdom, exhibitionism, lingerie and stockings, stilettos, fetish clothing, scat, mild dominance. SYNOPSIS: A high-powered lawyer returns to his office after involvement in a court case to find that his usual puritanical secretary has been replaced by a voluptuous `temp'. The two are drawn together by mutual need, and then she assists him in dealing with one of the firm's `problem cases'. DON'T LET YOUR KIDS SEE THIS! These stories have all been written with a very adult audience in mind. They all have a very heavy sexual content and will contain combinations of themes. If you are likely to be offended by any of the things mentioned in the `tags' list above, you should not read beyond this point, but immediately navigate away from this page. If you have somehow arrived on this page by accident, immediately navigate away and come back when you're prepared and consensual. The act of writing does not mean that the author is in any way engaged in or complicit to acts of the nature described herein. The act of writing (or even reading) about deviance, perversion and degradation can be a liberating and strangely cathartic experience, but some ostensibly sexual behaviours are always going to be wrong. I cannot tell you which, or why. You have to make those determinations for yourself. Scroll down if you want to read this story, or navigate away if you find any of these tags suggestive of things you really don't like. The `Not so `Temp'! Meeting Rita: I dragged myself back into the office after a dismal lunch at the Winterton with what can most effectively be described as a `whipped' expression, posture and attitude. If I'd had a tail, it would definitely have curled downwards and between my legs, the result of a judge who probably wanted to get things over with the arraignment proceedings as quickly as possible so that he could, in all probability, get an earlier tee-time. I was royally pissed, certain that my dear `client' would run as soon as she could get her silicon padded butt on an airplane and equally certain that she wouldn't be back. After all, would you take the risk of facing fraud allegations and charges of money laundering, or would you opt to take an extended holiday in one of your palatial residences in the south of France or Barbados? I had been comforting myself with the thought that at least the bondsmen and the bounty hunters were shortly going to be having an even more depressing day than me as I keyed myself through the outer door, waved vaguely in the direction of the gaggle of court secretaries, clerks and typists, and pushed through the outer door. As I did, I vaguely remembered that my PA, Ms. Palmer (known to one and all in the office as `The Puritan' because of her absurdly conservative modes of dressing and behaviour), had taken an extended leave to be with a sick brother or something and would be unable to pick up the slack on the cases I had that were still outstanding. So it was a surprise to be pacing across the carpet through her office and be startled by a sudden shriek from my right and a pile of paper apparently ejecting itself from a file and falling in slow motion wafts to litter the deep-pile. More wide-eyed and `deer-caught-in-the-headlights' looking than I might have wished, I turned to see a woman, a stranger, standing next to an open filing cabinet and looking equally startled. "Oooh my God, you scared the life out of me," she said, all on an exhalation of breath from somewhere deep inside. "I think my heart's where my tonsils should be." She was patting her chest over her heart and as my eyebrows went up in enquiry, there were several things about this woman that my lawyer's brain immediately began to assimilate and process. First of all, the chest she was patting was enormous. Well, maybe `gargantuan' would be a better term. I can safely say that at no time in my life before that moment had I ever seen a woman with a natural rack like that, even in pornography, or those weird Spanish-language chat shows that occasionally invite freaks to humiliate themselves in front of millions. So, to say that she was patting her chest was to give false testimony; she was actually patting a rift that, in a smaller woman, would have been termed her `cleavage'. On this woman, the chasm that opened between the upper bulges of her huge titties needed a geological reference, rather than a purely physical one. I mean, she actually had to lift her arm and reach OVER the huge globe of one tit to offer her heart some vibratory comfort: amazing. Straining to cover these missile nose cones was a very sheer, long-sleeved cardigan; in cashmere, I suppose, although I've never been much of a one for recognising the materials that various items of a woman's clothing tend to be made of. I mean, I couldn't tell you the difference between Lycra, and Nylon. Well, I could tell you the difference that they can all make to a woman's appearance, particularly in relation to cameltoes and VPL, but not the specifics. That kind of detail I usually leave to our investigators. Suffice to say that the very thin garment was stretched to virtual opaqueness by having physical properties that were overpowered by the stress of restraining her bust. As she turned and reached her free hand to steady herself by clutching the top of the cabinet, I saw that, beneath the rack, her waist narrowed to an equally amazing degree, and then ballooned into a giant ass; one that wouldn't have looked out of place on `Pawg of the Month' or `Ghetto Booty of the Year'. You can already see where my bachelor online surfing and general reading habits had been leading me. She also seemed to be wearing a skirt that would have been a tent on anyone else, but that was stretched tight across the big globes of her buttocks like gummi rubber and finished somewhere around mid-thigh. Then, black stockings (or pantyhose) tapered quickly into patent leather court shoes with decidedly un-Puritan-like 4inch heels. As my rapt attention to detail moved back towards the general vicinity of her face, I recovered my poise (I always knew that those advocacy classes with the irrepressible Miss Ling would be good for something, one day) and asked, in a voice I hoped sounded as cool and unflustered as I was not, "And who might you be, young lady?" for `young' she definitely deserved to be called, although she was probably in her early forties. Face smooth, complexion tanned and flawless, with lustrous black hair that spilled down to the small of her back in loose coils, and with a touch of the Hispanic in there somewhere. "Well, sir. I was about to ask you the same question, but you must be Dr. Sandsome, of course." She stooped to start retrieving the papers and I heard the distinct creaking of her clothing as her magnificent tits and ass shifted in the layers of barely restraining material. "I'm sorry, this is your office, sir. It's just that I didn't hear you come in," she was smiling up at me now: cheeks polished like walnuts, carmine red glossy lips, butterfly eyelashes and subtle blue-silver eye shadow. Nice, very nice. This Junoesque creature lowered herself to her knees, virtually at my feet, and I caught a breath as the true contrast between her top-heavy torso, her hour-glass waist and spectacular bubble of a butt was entirely revealed. With no more prompting, she continued to explain, "I'm your temporary Personal Assistant, just until your steady comes back, anyway," she giggled at something, but I missed it then. "Miss Palmer, isn't it? The agency sent me over after your Office Manager called in the request." I found my voice, "I'm not sure we have an Office Manager. The only thing I can say with any certainty is that it'll be a woman, if we do. Briggs... ahem," I cleared my throat, "Mr. Briggs, the senior partner, doesn't like to mix the sexes in the office. `Long standing policy. Ah, well, so I have a new PA. And my new PA is called...?" I was fishing for a name. "Oh sir, I'm sorry. How silly of me. My name is Margarita, Margarita Ramos, but everybody calls me Rita." By this time, she had gathered the papers and was getting back to her feet. In an uncharacteristically gentlemanly display, I reached down and took her by an arm just above the elbow to help her up. She grasped my forearm with a breathy gasp and straightened. Without the heels, I was guessing she would have topped out at about 5' 6", and I'd swear that her titties were still jouncing and jiggling a full ten seconds after she stood erect. Lovely smile, with the deepest, darkest eyes, and her heady perfume was all around my face: a cloud of musk and pheromones. "Well, Rita, my apologies for scaring you like that. You get on with... ah... whatever it is, and I'll give you a buzz when I need you." "Oh Dr. Sandsome, I'm just tidying up some files that were left on the desk. I'll be ready for you whenever you need me." I'd have to say that I found this last utterance mildly erotic, but I flashed a quick grin and was through the door into my inner sanctum in a flash. This was quite simply because I had suddenly realised, standing in front of her, that my cock was growing inside my underpants and pushing against the waistband of my trousers. `Wow, that hasn't happened for a while,' I reflected, and then grinned lasciviously into the mirror that I more normally used to check my appearance on the way out. "Wow, my PA is `da bomb'. What a fox!" I whispered to the restored reflection looking back. "What an absolute fox!" I buzzed her about an hour later, "Ah, Rita, bring a pad, would you please: some scheduling items for the desk diary and a letter or two to get out. I'd give it to someone in the pool, but I'd rather you handled it." She was there in seconds, closing the door softly behind her, which was something that The Puritan had never done. Afraid to be alone in the room with a fully functioning member of the opposite sex, no doubt. "Sit here, Rita." I had carefully positioned a chair facing mine at one end of my desk - a large mahogany affair that had apparently belonged to a former President. Perhaps Wilson had had to keep a Puritanical spinster at bay too, but times had changed, and fortuitously. I turned the same megawatt smile on her that had warmed the hearts of hardened juries and swayed them to see the corporate view that must predominate in this greedy world of capitalism. Her own was open and honest, and then she flushed slightly, and almost immediately found that a corner of her pad had become profoundly interesting. What had that little flash of vulnerability been about? My poker-playing lawyer's eyes again, picking up the subtle lift of an eyebrow, a glint of dark promise and... could that have been a mental skirl of fear? I was intrigued by this woman. She was raising all sorts of feelings in me... flagging all sorts of conflicting emotions, and my cock twitched. Rita tugged a little at the hem of her skirt, but it didn't seem to cover much more. I could see the merest of hint of the selvage on the round of her upper thigh, and then a whole lot more when she leaned back a little more comfortably in the chair and crossed her legs. My brain in overdrive, `Jeezus, she's wearing stockings. Nobody wears stockings anymore, do they? Well, maybe call girls and whores on 5th.' She obviously wasn't comfortable, because she uncrossed her legs, and then crossed them again, but the other way. It seemed to take longer. `Fuck, I could see the crotch of her panties. Fuck... Hey, she saw me looking. Oh shit, she saw me looking and slowed her movement deliberately. Idiot... but how do I know that?" I looked up at her face to find her eyes on the notepad again, as demure as she had been moments before. I determined to be more careful, at least until I was more certain of my ground. "Ah, Rita. I feel a little uncomfortable, just starting in without any kind of foreknowledge, as it were. Why don't you tell me something about yourself?" She grinned with embarrassment, and then, "Well, Doctor, there's really not that much to know. I've been temping for about two years. Lost my job at Brownlow's when they started having problems with the compensation thing." I nodded my head sympathetically. The Brownlow collapse was already a case study in law textbooks. "But this is good. They keep me in work pretty much all the time, and it pays better now than it did when it was permanent." "So, Rita, are you hinting to me that we really can't afford you?" We both laughed. "No, Doctor Sandsome," and she glanced around the opulently furnished office. The implication didn't require to be spoken, and she settled back a little further in the chair. I could see flesh above the stocking tops now, and she had to know that, because she'd glanced down at her own legs several times and was even now playing with the end of a black satin strap that disappeared under the hem of her dress. I could almost trace the line of her garter above the peak of the stocking through the material of her skirt. "I have an apartment this side of the river, but I stay with my sister when I work in town. Our mother is N*c*r*guan. I never knew my father. He was killed in one of the uprisings or coups, or whatever they call them when they want to be polite about something that costs people their lives. We were still very young. Sorry, I don't want to sound bitter, Doctor Sandsome." "Not at all, Rita, please go on, but before you do, let me tell you that you were quite wrong when you said you had no story to tell. I've already got enough for a biography," stimulated a quick smile. I encouraged her to go on, and she leaned forward and placed a hand on each knee. With this, her immense boobage seemed to swing forward and push between her spread arms. I almost sat back myself, intimidated, perhaps by their sheer size and proximity. "I had to leave. Everybody tries to leave. There are millions walking the tracks and pathways through the mountains, just trying to get away. That's why I don't feel that my life is so different from anybody else's, because it's the same, in so many ways." "My sister and I were going to take one of the usual land routes; walking some, jumping the trains, hitching rides on trucks, but those routes are all very dangerous, and expensive, and not many women make it through... how shall I say... intact! Jadi and I were lucky. We had enough saved for a passage on a fishing boat and got in that way. We both got jobs at first, Jadi as a waitresses, and me as a... well, you're going to be shocked..." "Not at all, Rita. I am so very happy that you feel comfortable enough to be perfectly candid with me. I value your trust and your honesty. What caring person couldn't? Besides, what you have been through fills a hole in my knowledge and understanding. I had no idea... Now, you were saying... you started working as a...?" "I worked as an exotic dancer, in a bar in Los Angeles. It was what they call a `titty bar'. I had slightly more of the essential ingredients than my sister," and she shook her massive rack from side to side and smiled a sad little smile. "'Turned out that the owner had a connection in the immigration office and we both managed to get a card and a social security number. I had to stay on at the bar to work off some of the debt and decided to put myself through school during the days. I always wanted to study law, but who's going to take on a spic stripper on a law programme? Right, no one. So, I did the next best thing: did a secretarial course and audited some of the law courses at the same time." She brightened quickly, "And here I am! I tried to adopt a serious, but paternally concerned tone, "Amazing. Rita. Your life is a lesson that I want to learn: that we should all learn, in fact." She was smiling at me again, and uncrossed her legs. Now I could see the thin gusset of a red thong, cleaving into the flesh of a very proud pudendum. She knew she was flashing me. "I miss it." "What, the classes?" She shrugged, resigned, "No... wow, this is going to sound so weird... the stripping, actually. It was my first real job. It paid great, I had a boyfriend; when I wanted one that is, and Jadi and I were... well... comfortable. I could afford clothes and we ate every day. And... well Doctor, I enjoyed the attention, I guess. Men really like to look at me, at my body. Mom used to say it was what my body had been made for, pleasuring men. She called me a slut; well, she used the Spanish word, `puta'. She used it a lot, but never with Jadi. By the time I was eleven, I thought it was my middle name." The smile was rueful now, the corners of her mouth twitching with raw emotion. "Margarita Puta Ramos... And I guess what you feel yourself to be becomes what you are... Doctor, I have lived under the shadow of what I am for a long time. I've not had a man... not in that way... for more than four years. I've learned to dress the part of the compliant secretary, when what I yearn for is the freedom to be what I once was. I used to dress up sometimes, in my old `working clothes' and just sit around the apartment, but never dared to go out. So that's me, Doctor Sandsome, Rita the slut. I'll get going." I was totally dumbfounded, sitting within a foot of this amazing woman's incredibly sexy body, breathing in her perfume and the natural pheromones that mingled with that scent, and it took the time it took for her to get to her feet for me to snap back into reality. "Why, Rita, where are you going? Why are you...?" Tears were dropping unheeded from her cheeks, "Don't worry, Doctor, I'll find work with another agency. You've been good enough to listen to me, and I guess it was baggage that I've been carrying around with me for a long time - and I just had to put it down. So, in one way at least, I feel better. I'd appreciated it if you didn't tell the agency everything." She turned again. I was going to lose her. Life could be so unfair. I went on the offensive and adopted the tone used to force quailing witnesses to tell the truth, the whole truth, and probably anything but... "Rita, you will come back here and you will wipe your eyes with some of these." I grabbed a pinch of tissues of the small nest of tables and motioned her back into the seat. "Come back here. Nobody is going to call any agency, unless you want to do it yourself. Now, sit down like a good girl and listen to me." With eyes beginning to widen in a combination of hope and helpless wonder, my N*c*r*guan Venus, no, Juno herself, turned back and plumped herself into the chair, taking the proffered tissues and staring at me unblinking. Her rack was heaving with her breathing, and she didn't bother tugging at the hem of her dress now. "Now, its your turn to listen. I'm going to ask you some questions - and Rita - I want honest answers. Lawyers are good at telling the difference between truth and falsification. All right?" She nodded, "First of all, did you mean what you were saying about feeling somehow discomfited with what you consider to be a more staid way of dressing and the fact that you continue to dream of dressing and acting like a puta, as you once did?" After a moments hesitation, she merely nodded, her eyes still fixed on mine. "OK, and would you begin dressing this way for someone... someone like me, an employer, if I asked you to do so, even though we have only known each other for two hours and spent only one of those together?" Another nod. "And Margarita, does your desire to revert to being the slut you were extend to reclaiming the personality and behaviours of a slut - and not just the outward appearance?" She considered this, her eyes dropping from mine for long seconds, and then rising again, and another nod of assent. "Would you mind if I kissed you now?" the barest hesitation, during which her eyes dropped momentarily to my mouth, and then she shook her head `no'. I leaned forwards, took her face in my hands, brushed my lips gently across the tears still running down one of her cheeks, and then gave all of my considered attention to making this the most sensual first kiss that any relationship might begin with. Her mouth opened, our breaths entwined, and then my tongue met with hers in a riot of tastes and sensations. It seemed to last a long time, and I could feel my cock tenting out the front of my trousers again. Her hands went, one to my chest, the other to the back of my neck. She broke the kiss and moaned into my teeth. "Oooh, sir... Doctor, sir... I need..." "You need my cock in your slutty cunt. Unzip me, Rita. I'm going to fuck you on my desk. Get your huge fat ass up here..." I slapped the wooden table top, "... and spread your fucking legs." I was unstoppable now. As I stood up, Rita reached for my zipper and I heard the zzzzzttt of it opening, and then her questing fingers reaching through the vent for the trapped arch of my cock. Ooooh, doc," she exclaimed, and as her hands began to run up and down the shaft, bringing it to full erection, "It's beeeg. Ooooh yessss... Big donkey cock for Rita Puta. Ooooh, momma's waited so long for thissss..." She was in the act of leaning forward to take my glans into her mouth when I grabbed the front of her sweater and dragged her to her feet. "No time for that, slut. I want to fuck your slut cunt. Get your fucking fat ass up here." The blood was filling my face as much as it was my cock. I felt feverish with lust. As I swung her towards the table, the material of her sweater stretched, allowing me a tantalizing glance at her cavernous cleavage and the curves of her gigantic titties. I'd fantasized about fucking a woman like this since my first wet dream; and now my dream-woman was hoisting her bubble butt onto my desk and wantonly spreading her legs, her face suddenly a mask of lust and undeniable passion. I reached under the luscious thighs and hauled her towards the edge of the desk, positioning my throbbing fuck-stick above the place where the panties disappeared into the cleft of her pussy. Ever obliging, my new PA reached down, flicked a thumb under the gauzy material and dragged the gusset out of her own steaming cunt. As she did, strands of colourless syrup thinned and beaded, but remained to connect the sopping panties to her dripping snatch. I moved the purpling head of my dick into the warmth of her slit and slowly sank the first five inches into her, driven to the brink with desire as her incredible tightness enveloped me. I paused, gazing down, as she was, at the awesome sight of her inner labia, stretching as thin as a pink latex glove around my meat. I had to catch my breath, both mentally and physically, mastering the sensations raging through my groin. This was why I'd dragged her away from giving me a blowjob, because I didn't trust myself not to explode in her sucking mouth. This was so deliciously depraved that I had to fight my orgasm into retreat, even as I withdrew slightly, and then slid in another three inches. Rita grunted, then again. I was having trouble bending my knees to get the angle right for penetration. Realising my need for an easier position, Rita leaned back on the props of her arms, and suddenly I could hump the rest of my cock into the velvet glove of her cunt, bottoming out with about an inch to go, but forcing it in anyway and prompting this beautiful slut to moan and throw her head back in delightful submission. "Fill me up, doc'. Oooh yes, fill your puta with that big hard cock. Fuck my slutty cunt, baby. Fuck meeeee..." As she began to pant, I had another order, "Take this off," I plucked at the sweater. "I want to see your huge slut udders." The thought of laying bare her giant, jiggling mammaries was tormenting my already inflamed mind, and I was playing with the idea of tearing it off, but I wanted her to be the one that revealed her voluptuous body on my command. She dragged the sweater over her head and threw it to one side. Fuck, her breasts were beyond description, and recognising my fascination with them, she began to knead and palpate them through the lacy material of the bra. "Like Puta's big cow tits, don't you, Doc. Gonna fuck them later. Gonna cream all over momma's milk bags, aren't you, baby. Gonna pork your slut's fat titties..." she was beginning to pant. Her breathing laboured, but deeply gasping. "Ooooh baby, Puta's gonna cum now... Puta's gonna... Oooooh fuck... Oh babeeeeiiiii... Too long... Oooorrrgghh-aaahh-aaahh," and then a series of long, drawn-out gurgling sounds rent the air. As she melted into orgasm, her body convulsed, spasming into a richtus of contorted muscles, arching back and rippling cunt that seemed more as if she was in the throes of epilepsy than merely cumming. Her whole being was involved, one second racked with obvious pain, and the next, mewling pleasure. Knowing that she was reaching these heights because of my cock pounding into her slimy fuck-tube, and feeling the sensations of her climax jolting through my own body, I began to cum too. Feeling my cock squirting mighty gobbets of sticky sperm deep into the sacred sanctum of her body, Rita, my delicious slut, rolled straight through her first orgasm and right into her second with only a momentary pause in which she focused on my eyes for a second and burned me with a passion that smoldered downwards into my very soul. The Ground Rules: We were sitting in my chair, talking like giggling ex-virgins after their first shag. I had managed to get rid of all my clothes, apart from my tie for some strange reason. Rita was still in the heels and stockings, but her thong had joined the sweater somewhere on the floor and she'd pulled down the straps on her bra, tugged her incredible tits out of the cups, one-by-one, and then folded the empty buckets back under the huge udders. I was absurdly pleased to see that her areola were in proportion to her breasts: dark-chocolate brown side-plate-sized puffies that would have needed a B-cup all on their own on any other woman. The nipples were big too: greater in diameter than the round of my thumb and about an inch and a half long after I'd sucked them into full prominence. They sagged a bit, of course, but there was still a titanic overhang of boob bouncing in front of her when she moved, and they wore that gorgeous even tan over every square inch. I was laying back in the big leather armchair, semi-prone, and Rita was sitting on my lap with her knees pulled up on either side of my hips and my tumescent cock still deeply embedded in her volcanic cunt. I could feel dribbles of pussy-juice and cum seeping out of her freshly fucked twat and down the wrinkles of my scrotum. `Let the cleaners try and work that out,' I thought to myself. I was trying to establish some kind of plan. "Now that I've found you, I don't want to lose you, so we'll have to work something out." "I'm sure that's a good idea, Doc, but aren't there some questions that I should be asking?" "Like what, baby?" "Well, like what will Mrs. Sandsome think when you go home tonight smelling of juicy slut pussy and unable to wipe the smile off your handsome face?" "Good question, but as there isn't a Mrs. Sandsome, that isn't going to happen. It's fair to tell you that I do have a girlfriend, Tessa. She's a lawyer too, at Morley, Brinks and Bettison, but she's going to be on her own after I call her tonight, so she's a `...did have a girlfriend'." Rita opened her mouth to protest, "Wait, I can guess - not fair? Well, it is: she's the iciest woman I've ever dated, and the only reasons I can think of for her interest in me is that I'm wealthy, straight and single. She has no idea that I like my women like... well... you, actually: slutty, sexy and seductive - and I have absolutely no hope of her ever feeling like that either. And call me Phillip, or Phil. I think we've reached the point of first names, don't you?" She giggled, "OK, so Tessa's gone. But a man in your position can't be seen with a total slut on his arm, or even sitting in his office - and particularly not someone who's only been in this office for a day! Oooh, do that again? It's getting hard. I think you're been on an Ice Queen diet for too long, boss." She started to nibble and lick my neck under the ears. "Not entirely true. We have some very powerful people going through these offices. As the most active partner, many of them end up deploying their power plays against me in here. Now, if I had a woman sitting alongside me in a secretarial capacity, dressed just the wrong side of scandalous, I think it might prove to be a diversion that would rob most of them of their powers of advocacy. God, your cunt is delicious. I can smell it now. Perfume de la Puta." "OK, so Rita is a diversionary tactic, but how do I get in and out?" "You'll wear a light raincoat, but I'm not really concerned about the office. Look, it's Wednesday, and we'll have a long weekend because Monday is a holiday. I'd very much like you to spend the whole weekend with me. Call it a test run, if you like. You see, I think that I want you to spend a lot of time with me. In fact, Rita darling, I may not let you go back to your apartment by the river, nor your sister's either. I may just lock you into a pair of handcuffs and keep you under my kitchen table." "Well, I like the sound of the handcuffs, but you'll have to let me out to go to the toilet occasionally; or are you happy with your slut pooping and pissing in her tight little panties? ...Oooh yes, you are," she started moving her hips, alternately pushing her huge buttocks down onto my rapidly stiffening cock, and then lifting again. "So, Doctor Sandsome, the idea that your slut might like to shit in her panties and then sit around in them for a while turns you on? Oh baby, it turns me on too." I had no need to try and perjure myself; my cunt-drilling cock was letting Rita know that I was suddenly very turned on by the idea of my slut filling her knickers with her bodily excretions. I was just trying not to think too hard or too graphically about it; my fuck stick was already in overdrive, and I reached both hands around her bouncing buttocks for some purchase and buried my face between her enormous titties. Everything about this startling woman was in motion `God, this is slut-fucking heaven,' I thought. I slowed my pace and surfaced long enough to say, "Rita, you haven't answered the question: will you spend the weekend with me - and just maybe the rest of your slutty life? "Phillip, I must be twelve years older than you," she panted. It was the first time that she'd used my name, and I decided I liked the way it sounded in her resonant, molasses-sweet voice. "Not any kind of problem. I don't care how old you are. You're absolutely THE woman that I've always looked for and despaired of ever finding. I'm not giving you up just because you think there's a gap in our ages. Besides, I'm 36." "Well, OK, ten years then... but this is going so fast, I'm out of breath with the speed that things are happening at." I smirked, sucking a hickey into the globe of an enormous titty just inboard of one of the chocolate dinner plates, "Me too, but I'm just going to go with the flow. If you are the woman I think you are, you will as well." "Oh God, bite my nipples, Phillip. I love it when you're rough with my tits. You like momma's big fat titties, don't you baby? That's it, darling. Suck mommy's fat milkers into your mouth and bite on her chewy nipples. Ooooh baby. You can't hurt me, darling. That's right, like that... ooohhh baby... mmmmnnnnngh, yeah. Dig your fingers in baby... nnnnnnghgh. Squeeze them... Ohhhh Mary Mother of... Gnnnngggghhhhaah." As Rita ground herself into my slut-fucker, her tits did a dance in front of my face that was mesmeric: swinging and swaying, bouncing and jiggling. And my puta was right; I was entranced by her body. Who wouldn't be? So much woman, and she was speared on my cock and fucking herself rapidly towards another mind-blowing orgasm. I rode to my own on the tidal wave of hers. The Diversionary Tactic: As I got to the office the next day, I was agog to know whether Rita had come in at all, leave alone dressed in the manner that we'd discussed vaguely the day before. I was half expecting her to have got cold feet, or decided that the way in which I had acted with her was entirely inappropriate, or even reported me for sexual harassment and was even then leading a posse of hard-faced, female police officers into the building to have me arrested and possibly castrated on the spot. The fact that I'd tried to call her several times during the evening and hadn't got though once didn't help with my dark imaginings. I shouldn't have worried. As I walked through the outer office, one of the typists, Evelyn, called out that Miss Ramos had come in early and got started on the paperwork for the morning's meeting with Judge Carson. Carson was an old friend of the firm and came in on from time to time to offer his counsel as a legal consultant. Our only problem was that he had been getting increasingly doddery of late and his value as a legal eagle had decreased in inverse proportion to his fees. It was `my' particular problem because Briggs had told me to ease him out, but without offending or upsetting him. It was unfair to foist the job off on me, but typical of the way that modern firms work - and part of the reason that I had become a full partner was my role as a problem-solver. As I walked into the inner office, Rita got up from behind her desk and came to me. God, but she was beautiful, and today, she had metamorphosed into the woman that every man dreams of. Yesterday, she had been gorgeously voluptuous. Today, she was the archetypal slut. My puta. The black stilettos had to have heels almost six inches in height. Above these she was wearing some kind of very sheer white pantyhose with small-mesh pink fishnet over the top. The effect was stunning: the silvery gleam of the ivory under-layer set off by the matt texture of the fishnets. The mound of Rita's crotch bulged proudly beneath the hem of a ridiculously short white miniskirt; apparently in leather or a synthetic, which rode low on her ample hips. The slightly heavier material of the panty portion of her pantyhose finished well above the belt of the skirt, swelling slightly across her stomach, and the waistband of a pair of tanga panties showed pale against the olive skin of her waist. A blouse worn above this might have spoiled my view of the white corset that nipped in her waist, but it was almost transparent, and Rita's massive tits projected forwards, held in the enormous cups of a white brassiere with very broad straps that disappeared over each shoulder. The blouse was so filmy that you could see the pink piping and stitching in the lace of the bra. Her smile was shy; startling, glossy, carmine-rouged lips that I instinctively wanted to kiss; and her eye make-up was much heavier today, blues and a sliver grey on the upper lids, fluttering false eyelashes and a Cleopatra line of anthracite mascara that drew into a point well beyond the outside corners of her eyes. Her hair was put up into a kind of ponytail, with ringlets that coiled down at the sides like black springs, and big hoop earrings completed the ensemble. I think I must have had my mouth open in a kind of stupid, idiotic fashion. "Morning boss, Is this what you had in mind yesterday?" she asked. "Rita, this is way beyond whatever I had in mind yesterday. You look..." "Like a N*c*r*guan slut?" Her smile was inquisitive. "I was going to say, like the most beautiful creature I've ever met. You look amazing." As I took her in my arms and hugged her body into mine, feeling those huge udders compressing into my chest and smelling again the scent of this beautiful creature's body, two thoughts occurred: firstly, that my cock was springing to attention in record time, and secondly, that she was almost as tall as I was in the heels. "Woman, you are just totally gorgeous. I want to eat you." She buried her face in my shoulder and I could feel her shaking, with tension, or suppressed fear, I didn't know. "God, I was beginning to believe this wasn't real, that I'd imagined it all yesterday and was making a terrible mistake. Just hold me for a moment. I'm getting my breath back." I ran my hands down across her back, feeling the tightness of the corset lacing beneath the blouse, and then smoothed my palms out onto the globes of her huge bubble butt. I felt as if I now knew what the terms `pawg', `booty' and `the lady's got back' really meant. "I tried to call you last night, but I couldn't get through. I got worried that you'd got buried in worry and negativity and decided to disappear. I was really getting paranoid... really!" "Well, Phillip, I really needed to do some serious thinking, and I guess I kind-of ignored my phone. You know, it's funny, but all the time I was thinking about whether this was a good idea and was going to work, or not, I was getting out the boxes of clothes and stuff that I'd packed away years ago. My sister was like the cartoon angel on one shoulder and my imagination was the little red devil on the other." She laughed into my neck, "Every time I got to thinking that this might be a very bad idea, I'd pull out another skirt or garter belt and think, whoa, I haven't worn this in ages. How nice it'll be to walk out in this stripper corset or these slutty heels. The more Jadi kept telling me how stupid it was going to be for me to let the puta out again, the more my worries seemed to fade into the background. Phillip, am I doing the right thing? Are we...?" "Oh yes, baby, oh yes. You know, Rita, I think I fell in love with you yesterday. How can that be wrong?" She hugged me harder for long seconds. "That's an amazing thing to hear, and wonderful for me to know, but you've got to know how to handle a real slut like me, Philip. A normal woman needs love - and patience and stability, and all of those things that you see in the soaps. A whore just needs to be used and get paid to be laid, but a slut is a whole different kind of woman. I'm different, Philip. You have to understand how I need to be treated." It looked like I was going back to school, and my teacher was going to be this magical woman whose breath was on my neck. "Go on." You can love me, of course. I want you to, particularly if we are going to be spending serious time together; In fact, for me, I think it's happening already, but you have to be able to control your slut. You must be demanding of her; humiliate her if necessary; abuse her when it suits your purposes to do so. You must command. If a puta thinks she's being given a license to do as she pleases, then she'll start making plans for herself that might not include her man." "It sounds like you're talking about a domme-sub relationship." "Well, in some ways, the two are very similar, but a sub has made a choice to be in that position in that relationship. A slut is `constrained' to be in it, by her natural inclination to dress in a way that cheapens her; makes her external, trashy appearance match her internalised need to explore the undercurrents of her own sexuality. A slut has very complex feelings about why she needs abuse; humiliation; the catcalls and outraged comments; the feelings of a libertine. A slut is an exhibitionist on a lead. A sub is merely led." "Wow, you've really thought this through, haven't you? I envy the depth of analysis - I just wish I could maintain that kind of focus when I'm dealing with cases." "Phillip, you have to remember that I've been doing nothing but thinking about this for years now. Keeping a lid on my natural desires was only possible if I could be truly honest with what I am and why I was trying to subdue those feelings. Yesterday, you opened a floodgate with one thoughtful word. You wanted to "learn" my life. That's what I've been trying to do for the longest time. It's my time now, before all this," and she glanced down at her breasts crumpling the front of my shirt, "... gets past its sell-by date and I'm not capable anymore." "Phew, baby. It seems as if I have a lot to learn..." She giggled in my arms, "Well, a slut can be pretty high maintenance - and you have to be extra careful with how you treat a slut you fall in love with. I read somewhere, `Hit her and hold her'." "And this is one hot slut that I'm ready to take on right now." I was palming the globes of her ass now, kneading them with my fingers spread wide. "I whispered into her hair again, "So tell me, cunt, how fucking big is this dirty fucking ass?" I felt a shudder run through her, and thought for a moment that I'd blown it, but she turned her face into mine and smiled. "That's a real puta ass," she said. "That ass is 48 inches around and my thighs are 29 inches around at the top. You keep squeezing it like that and it's going to be bigger. Ooooh yes... just like that, doc'. You wanna know how big your puta's titties are?" She didn't wait for an answer, but put her hands under them and hefted them up against me. "Your dirty puta got big tetonas, baby. These slutty milkers are 38 triple Hs. They don't make bras for these babies. Rita-slut has to have her bras made special." Rita was rubbing herself against me now, breathing hard. Her eyes were losing focus too. "Puta getting real hot. Doctor Phil gotta fill his slut with cock so Rita can cum. Soooo hot for baby-juice." I grabbed a handful of the cones of her tits, feeling the hardening nubs of her nipples mashing in my palms, then kissed her hard as she gasped, mouth open with the shock. "You take my cock out, cunt. You kneel on the floor, like the bitch in heat that you are, and then you work my cock in between these fucking huge tits and you get it all nice and wet, so that I can fuck it into your filthy snatch and knock you up." And that's pretty much how it went... Rita was still in the executive bathroom, touching up her make-up when the intercom on my desk had buzzed with the news that the Judge was coming up. I'd explained the need to get rid of the old guy, preferably as painlessly as possible, but I added that the end-goal was the thing - any way to achieve that without causing too much of a scene would be fine. Rita had smiled mischievously and told me she'd already thought it through, and all I had to do was to play along. "Whatever I do, just keep denying me the things I ask for." Ah well, what was the founding philosophy? `Hit her and hold her?' I'd probably got those two the wrong way around, but what the f... There was a knock on the door and it opened to admit Judge Carson, who bustled forwards in his characteristically arthritic gait, said, "Ah, Sandsome," in a creaky voice. He immediately took one of the ladder-back chairs that I'd pulled up to the front of my desk, sat and opened a folder. "I've been reading up a little on this Rocon Corp thing. Perhaps we should get straight to it, I have an appointment at the club, later." "Certainly, and good morning, Judge Carson. It's very good of you to spare us some time." While I smiled through bared teeth, I was thinking about the fat fee that he was already counting on for this `spare time' consultation. "Ah, here's my new secretary, Miss Mendez. She'll be taking notes and coordinating our approach with your own PA. Miss Ramos?" Rita minced over to us across the carpet, placing her feet directly in front of each other as she paced in tiny steps along a single line that might almost have been drawn on the carpet, exaggerating the swing of her hips, clutching a clipboard to her considerably rack and smiling through heavy make-up: the eye shadow, kingfisher blue with metallic silver highlights and the eyeliner drawn out at the corners into upturned Cleopatra points. The skirt still revealed the bulging white triangle of her pudenda, but she'd changed her tanga thong for a full-cut pair of lacy white nylon panties and pulled the gauzy blouse down to her waist, not that it covered anything either, because you could still see every detail of her pantyhose, the silky thin panties, corset and titanic brassiere beneath the filmy mesh. As the Judge took in the vision, I thought he was going to have a heart attack right then and there, because his face turned the colour of a peeled tomato as he stood, and choking sounds came from his throat as her tried to get out a greeting, eventually managing "Charmed, Miss Ramos. Charmed, I'm sure." From that moment on, the `diversion' dominated the atmosphere in the room. Palpable currents in the slowly building tension, simmered through the air, suddenly grown thick and hot with the appearance of my Puta. She sat demurely, her skirt riding up to reveal the mound of her tiny panty crotch and the nylon of the sheer white pantyhose spreading tight across the delicious curve of her mature belly. As she crossed and then re-crossed her legs, the crisp sound of nylon on nylon was loud, and then she would tug ineffectually at the hem of the ridiculously short skirt once or twice, as if to appear concerned that she might be accidentally revealing more than a secretary should. And was she revealing! Having initially looked at me in disbelief, the incredulity in his face asking mutely how I could possibly be employing a woman who dressed so provocatively, the judge took his seat again and thereafter just couldn't take his eyes off her legs, his own fingers playing about his mouth and chin as if to hide the expressions that might be playing there. In fact, several times, I had to call his attentions back to the discussion that we were supposed to be having, but that had been very one-sided thus far. Then, Rita began to fidget on her chair with all the signs of a growing discomfort. She gamely continued to take notes, trying to maintain an interest in the discourse, but it was plain that there was something amiss. After crossing and re-crossing her legs again, several times, she then leaned forwards on her chair and drew her breath in sharply, then spread her knees wide and huffed an exhalation of air. As I tried to call the Judge's attention back to the topic of conversation again, Rita interrupted. "I'm sorry, Doctor Sandsome, but I'm going to have to use the bathroom again. I'm so sorry. I won't be a minute." Brusquely, I responded, "I'm sorry, Miss Ramos, but we're at a very important stage in proceedings and the judge's time is incredibly valuable. You can wait." "Yes, sir. I'm sorry," and she sat back on the chair again, but immediately commenced wriggling her butt around on the leather seat, as if something was biting her in the ass. "And sit still, Miss Ramos, we have a lot still to do." For the duration of another two or three sentences, she seemed to get things under control, but then began to wriggle again. Suddenly, there was the puttering sound of a delicate little fart, and she again leaned forwards, as if her stomach had knotted somewhere inside. The Judge looked askance at me, then back at Rita who was now moaning softly. "Perhaps you'd better let her go, Sandsome. The girl seems desperate." "I'm sorry, Judge, but the girl is always taking toilet breaks and she needs some disciplining. Your time must not be wasted in waiting for someone to spend another hour lolly-gagging in the bathroom, touching up her make-up and God knows what other nonsense. We will continue." I turned to Rita, "Miss Ramos, please read back your last annotation." Instead, she turned a blushing face towards me and said, "Please let me go. It's coming out..." She shifted her weight onto one globular buttock and there was another puttering fart. Her face was an adorable picture of mischievous desperation; even desire. "I really need to go, Doctor, please?" My voice must have sounded harsh, "I'm sorry, Miss Ramos, but I have no patience with your antics. If you cannot stay here and finish your duties, I will find someone who can." "I say, Sandsome, that's a bit tough. Why don't you let the girl go and..." I interrupted the Judge, "I'm sorry, Judge Carson, but this is necessary to make the point. I will not have this woman constantly avoiding her duties and responsibilities. Now, Miss Ramos, please continue." Instead of making any effort to read her notes, Rita slowly put the clipboard down on the corner of the desk and then slid her bottom across the chair until she was sitting with only one cheek perched on the cushioning. She clutched at her stomach, looked entreatingly into the face of the judge, whose eyes were now as wide as the headlamps on a classic Buggati. Then she rolled on her hip and, using a stockinged foot placed outstretched on the floor with the long spike of heel digging into the carpet, she levered herself around so that she was kneeling on the seat of the chair with her breasts flowing over its back and her huge puta ass sticking up. Spreading her knees as wide as the arms of the chair would allow, she arched her back and a rippling fart made the gusset of her panties vibrate. Her voice was dripping with honey and cream. "I've got to go now, Doctor. I'm sorry Judge, but I've got to go right now," and she gyrated her ass towards where the judge was sitting in frozen amazement. "Ooooooh yeah," heralded another rippling fart, this one ending in a liquid kind-of splattering noise. "Ooooh yes, I can feel it coming out. I'm going to poop in my panties, Judge. I'm shitting into my underthings." With this, there was a sudden trickle of brown liquid that burgeoned into the crotch of the panties and then ran down the inside of her left thigh, and then a small bump that quickly became a fist-sized bulge in the gusset appeared in the crease between her buttocks. Rita took on the role of an announcer, describing her slow easing of her bowel like a play-by-play on TV. "Oh, going to do a big poop. Oh, girlies going to poop her panties good. Oooooh, it feels so nice. Can you see, judge? The turd is big and fat around. I can feel it stretching my asshole, like a big donkey cock. I'm filling my panties with hard logs of shit. Uuuummmmnnn, smells earthy, doesn't it judge?" The way that she was directing this at the judge was mesmerizing him. I glanced away from the vision of my girl's bulging panty to see that the Judge was beginning to sport a hard-on. So, this was turning him on too! Myself, if I had had to stand at that point, I would have done myself an injury, so, with an inward smirk, I turned my gaze fondly back on Rita's huge ass. As the enormous log was being expelled into the gusset of the panties, three things happened: the first was that I got my first whiff of the incredibly earthy smell. It was at once primal, fecund and exciting beyond belief. The second thing that happened was that the moisture in her fat turd began to soak through the shiny material of the panties, turning them almost transparent, like tan-coloured latex - and the third thing that happened was that the first turd broke off when eight inches had been forced into the gusset, to be immediately replace by the head of the next, equally large log of excrement. Rita continued with her commentary. "Oooooh yeah, girl not finished yet. This one's gonna be bigger, Judge. I can feel it in my guts, like a shit-baby, coming out. Oh Jeezus, this one's spreading my asshole thin. I've gotta get this one out... Pussssshhhhing, oh yeah. Squeeeezing. Oh momma. Is it bigger, Judge? Are my panties full yet?" She was herself panting with the effort now, but had risen more erect so that she could caress the cones of her giant tits through the gauze of the blouse. She was really getting off on the whole scene, grunting like a sow and grinning in ecstasy every time she turned towards the Judge. "Oh Jeezus, there's another." As the second enormous log-like poo was pinched off by her anal bud and sank into the gusset of her panties, now bulging grotesquely downwards and dripping with anal gravy, a third began to burgeon from the gaping asshole. This was thinner, but softer and very much longer. It emerged like a snake from its lair, weaving slightly from side to side as if sniffing the air, already redolent with the slut's feces. It touched the slimy material and then promptly drooped inside to coil on the mound of shit that was already weighing down her panties and dragging them into a deep curve over the cleft at the base of her spine. Indeed, the weight was so much now that the pantyhose were also being dragged down, pulling on the garters at the busk of the corset and forcing them to cut into the globes of her awesome buttocks. As the snake detached from her asshole, another followed it onto the pile, and then she was done, but the show, it seemed, was not over. Apparently collecting herself and regaining some kind of equilibrium, she breathed deeply for almost a minute, gradually relaxing on the chair until her tits again rested on its back, a waterfall of titmeat, but unfortunately turned away from me. The silence in the room was something you could have gathered it up in handfuls and pushed into a bottle. The Judge was a statue, immobile and completely fixated on the lumpy gusset of Rita's panties. My Puta regained her senses and stood, the bulge now hanging well below the level of her crotch. The first turd had slid forwards and now lay directly beneath her pussy. You could see its outline in the pearly material, underpinned with brown drools of gravy that dripped down her inner thighs. Then, she brushed herself off, tugged once more ineffectually at the hem of her skirt, picked up the clipboard and her pencil and, with one glance behind her to make sure that she had the seat lined up properly again, slowly and deliberately sat down. You could hear the splurt and popping that the excrement made as it filled her cunt and buttock crack, squeezing back up through the cleft towards the selvage of the pantyhose and forwards to rise into the triangular panel of the panty at the front. She flicked the hair back out of her face, then looked expectantly, first at me, and then at the Judge and said. "There now gentlemen, that's done. Now, where were we?" The Judge exploded... not in orgasm, but in a tyrannical rage. He was almost apoplectic, face so red that it got blotchy, spittle flying from his lips, standing and gesticulating, first at me, then at Rita, and almost incoherent with emotion. "I am utterly disgusted, Sandsome. You... you! You will never see me again. I am terminating this relationship forthwith. I have never been so..." I seized on the chance, "You are terminating the relationship?" "This... woman... You just... I have never seen... In all my years on..." Then, suddenly, he realised that his erection must be visible (well, not so prominently, but tenting the front of his suit trousers a little) and seemed to snap in half, as if the bones and muscles in his lower back had turned into water. He went over with an `oooff', turned himself half away from us, then took off for the door, slamming it behind him and no doubt flying though the outer offices like a flustered bat. Rita looked at me in triumph, and we both burst out laughing, doubling over like Carson had, but not for the same reason - or perhaps it was. "You realize that he said that he was terminating the relationship, don't you?" I said to my beautiful slut. "That means that legally, he has no further business with this firm nor claim on it. You, my darling, are a bona fide genius." I bent then and kissed her, long and deep, breathing in the perfumes of her body and the loamy scent of her shit. As we broke the kiss off, she said, "So, I suppose I'd better actually go to the bathroom now and get cleaned up?" but she was smiling in a questioning way, as if there were other, more preferable options, and her hands reached for the bulge in my own fly, her probing fingers finding that my erection had forced the head of my penis past the belt and under the tail of my shirt. I kissed her again as she released the buttons of my fly, one by patient one. "Not just yet, Personal Slut Margarita Ramos. I have a sudden urge to try and shove as much of that shit back into your ass as I possibly can, and then, when it's all home again, stick my filthy cock into your slutty cunt and fuck a shit-baby into your womb." "Well, there's a thing, boss. I was thinking pretty much the same," and with that, she bent her head and took my throbbing fuckstick between her painted lips, slowly sliding her head down the shaft, her mouth and throat stretching wide to allow it ingress, and kept going until the whole twelve inches was buried in her throat and her nose was mashing into my pubic hair. Idly, I reached down across the curve of her back, palms working over the muscles of her shoulders, ribs and then waist, and reaching the skirt, lifted it until I could see the column of her manure filling the crack in her buttocks and staining the material of the panties like dark chocolate. It was squeezing out through the panty hose and the fishnets too. "Oh yes, darling Slut, This is going to get beautifully messy..." THE END (C) Dr. O. July 2012.

[FDWritings] Chanting ===================== It all started innocently enough. First there was this thread on FDWritings. ----------------------------------------------------------- From: artyeleven Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 9:43am Subject: Chanting It has come to my attention that there has been some unlicensed chanting occurring in this here group. This has got to stop. The spread of unlicensed chanting could lead to the spontaneous creation of CMDs (Chants of Mass Destruction) and then where would we be? [On a side note: could anyone tell me why everyone wants to destroy Massachusetts? (Mass. Destruction) LOL! Oh all right I promise not to do it again!] So from now on only licensed chanting allowed ... OK? Licensed chant: 145, 145, 145, 145, 145 ... Arty (What do you sing as you hurtle over Niagara Falls in a refrigerator? "Like a Fridge over troubled waters...") ----------------------------------------------------------- From: rod_ramsey Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 2:50pm Subject: Re: Chanting --- In [email protected], artyeleven wrote: > It has come to my attention that there has been some unlicensed > chanting occurring in this here group. > > This has got to stop. > > The spread of unlicensed chanting could lead to the spontaneous > creation of CMDs (Chants of Mass Destruction) and then where would > we be? [On a side note: could anyone tell me why everyone wants to > destroy Massachusetts? (Mass. Destruction) LOL! Oh all right I > promise not to do it again!] > > So from now on only licensed chanting allowed ... OK? > > Licensed chant: 145, 145, 145, 145, 145 ... > > Arty Does that mean chanting "Fridayella, Fridayella, Fridayella" is prohibited and will result in my being punished? Preferably by Friday. Rod ----------------------------------------------------------- From: artyeleven Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 3:40pm Subject: Re: Chanting --- Rod Ramsey wrote: > Does that mean chanting "Fridayella, Fridayella, Fridayella" is > prohibited and will result in my being punished? Preferably by > Friday. No. Fridayella by Arty [Snipped Fridayella] Arty (Sorry folks he made me do it!) ----------------------------------------------------------- From: A.G. Becker Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 6:13pm Subject: Re: Re: Chanting --- artyeleven wrote: > Fridayella > by Arty Great story Arty. Only one Problem, our heroine doesn't get laid. At least make the magical dildo get her off every few minutes. After all that the poor girl needs RELIEF!! Heathen- who is still chuckling about the story. ----------------------------------------------------------- The trouble starts! ----------------------------------------------------------- From: girl_friday_70 Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 6:28pm Subject: Re: Chanting --- A.G. Becker wrote: > --- artyeleven wrote: > > Fridayella > > by Arty > > Great story Arty. Only one Problem, our heroine doesn't get > laid. At least make the magical dildo get her off every few > minutes. > > After all that the poor girl needs RELIEF!! > > Heathen- who is still chuckling about the story. Uh yeah - what he said ... If you're going to continue to abuse me at least have the decency to make it worth my while!! Friday Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief" ----------------------------------------------------------- When one looks back, even the most innocent things suddenly take on a new significance. ----------------------------------------------------------- From: A.G. Becker Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 6:54pm Subject: Re: Re: Chanting --- girl_friday_70 wrote: > > Uh yeah - what he said ... > > If you're going to continue to abuse me at least have the decency to > make it worth my while!! > > Friday > Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief" <Jumps around with hands raised Doing his best Horshack imitation> OOO!! OOOO!! ME!! ME!! ----------------------------------------------------------- When one's muse makes a request like that, what can one do but respond. It's a difficult task but someone has to do it! ----------------------------------------------------------- From: artyeleven Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 7:38pm Subject: Re: Chanting --- Friday WMM(CE) wrote: > Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief" Relief by Arty It was relentless. Friday once more attempted to extricate herself, but it was futile. And now the twin dildos were causing her to crest once again. The electrodes attached to her clitoris and nipples started to stimulate her once more and Friday screamed her release as her overloaded senses experienced her 100th orgasm. The countrer in front of her clicked from 901 to 900, it had started at 999. The idea that she had another 901 to go was a thought too horrible to concentrate on at the moment, even without the constant erotic stimulation of the machine. The machine slowed once more and a gentle mist of water cooled her flushed and heated body. Friday reached for the water, she grimaced as she began to simulate giving a blowjob to the artificial penis. After ten seconds the machine rewarded her with a stream of liquid. It was obviously isotonic as it felt more refreshing than normal, though it was probably just thirst that made it feel that way. She kept swallowing and sucking after the stream stopped as she was also hungry after a few more seconds Friday felt the spurts of the liquid food that was obviously intended to mimic ejaculation, though no merely human male could continue this long. Eventually Friday had eaten enough and the machine started to take her on the short trip to her next orgasm. "Next time," she mused to herself as she felt her thoughts become disconnected once more by the imminent arrival of the next rollercoaster crest. "I'll keep my mouth shut!" -Fin- Arty (I'm in trouble now!) ----------------------------------------------------------- On reflection, perhaps 1000 was too many? ----------------------------------------------------------- From: dai_wakizashi Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 8:45pm Subject: Re: Re: Chanting --- artyeleven wrote: > --- Friday WMM(CE) wrote: > > Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief" > Relief > by Arty snipped a good deal of a "good-deal!" >,-p > Eventually Friday had eaten enough and the machine > started to take her on the short trip to her next orgasm. > > "Next time," she mused to herself as she felt her thoughts > become disconnected once more by the imminent arrival of > the next rollercoaster crest. "I'll keep my mouth shut!" > > -Fin- > > Arty > (I'm in trouble now!) I cannot say for sure if you are in trouble or not, but Friday seems to be... if you can call extasy or throes of orgasm trouble! ;-) Dai ----------------------------------------------------------- Yes, I think 1000 was probably overkill. Oh well, perhaps the post-orgasmic haze will save me? ----------------------------------------------------------- From: girl_friday_70 Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 9:23pm Subject: Re: Chanting --- dai_wakizashi wrote: > --- artyeleven wrote: > > Arty > > (I'm in trouble now!) > > I cannot say for sure if you are in trouble or not, but Friday > seems to be... if you can call extasy or throes of orgasm > trouble! ;-) > > Dai Well, I can say he is *definitely* in trouble. I will have my revenge. Friday ----------------------------------------------------------- Nope. Maybe I can head trouble off at the pass? ----------------------------------------------------------- From: artyeleven Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 9:44pm Subject: Re: Chanting --- Friday WMM(CE) wrote: > Well, I can say he is *definitely* in trouble. > > I will have my revenge. *Looks innocent* What have I done? Arty (Of course if it involves a naked muse some silk scarves and honey then I'm your man! 8-) ) ----------------------------------------------------------- Dai is my friend. In this and other fora. ----------------------------------------------------------- From: dai_wakizashi Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 11:13pm Subject: Re: Re: Chanting --- girl_friday_70 wrote: > --- dai_wakizashi wrote: > > --- artyeleven wrote: > > > Arty > > > (I'm in trouble now!) > > > > I cannot say for sure if you are in trouble or not, but Friday > > seems to be... if you can call extasy or throes of orgasm > > trouble! ;-) > > > > Dai > > Well, I can say he is *definitely* in trouble. > > I will have my revenge. > > Friday Himmm... after getting what you asked for... aren't you being a bit ungrateful... he's gone to all that trouble to satisfy your appet-... I mean wishes... and now, he finds himself in trouble... ;-p I guess this is a case of a woman changing her mind, perhaps... ;-p Dai (trouble, I ain't looking for one, but sometimes it finds me) Arty, you might want to adopt this one ----------------------------------------------------------- Thanks Dai, but I don't think that's helping any. ----------------------------------------------------------- From: girl_friday_70 Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 4:51am Subject: Re: Chanting --- artyeleven wrote: > > *Looks innocent* What have I done? > > Arty > (Of course if it involves a naked muse some silk scarves and honey > then I'm your man! 8-) ) Well now that you mention it ... 2 out of 3 isn't bad. Arty's punishment can be found here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FKWLounge/message/480 Since the archives are public, all the messages can be read without having to join the group. Hope you enjoy it, Friday ----------------------------------------------------------- Nope, definitely didn't help. Though I must say Friday is *very* cute when she is cross! [FKWLounge] Fridayella ====================== Whilst chatting to Friday I made a throaway comment about a variation on Cinderella's slipper. The thought of a whole countryful of eligible women trying to see if a dildo fitted tickled me, so I wrote a story. ----------------------------------------------------------- From: artyeleven Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 3:38pm Subject: Fridayella --- Last week sometime Friday WMM(CE) wrote: > Get your butt out of the cellar and participate, you randy > Englishman! > > Friday > not a muse for nothin' > now WRITE! Now if one knows what is good for one, one does as one is told so: Fridayella by Arty [Snipped Fridayella] -Fin- Arty (Sometimes I really do wonder where it all comes from.) ----------------------------------------------------------- In the interests of fairplay, I've kept all the posts in this thread. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it!) ----------------------------------------------------------- From: elhopes Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 11:21pm Subject: Re: Fridayella --- artyeleven wrote: > > Fridayella > by Arty > > Once upon a time there lived a handsome widower and his daughter. Arty, in the couple of weeks I've been hanging around here, I've come to realize that you're remarkably talented, and really quite twisted (in a good way, of course). How you come up with this stuff I have no idea, but it's rather marvellous, you know? Cheers, Ed ----------------------------------------------------------- From: zap292 Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 3:20am Subject: Re: Fridayella --- artyeleven wrote: > --- Last week sometime Friday WMM(CE) wrote: > > Get your butt out of the cellar and participate, you randy > > Englishman! > > > > Friday > > not a muse for nothin' > > now WRITE! > > Now if one knows what is good for one, one does as one is told so: > > Fridayella > by Arty Very nicely done Sir Arty of the Cellar ! Very nicely done indeed. Thanks for sharing this new twist on an old tail ! :-) Zap ----------------------------------------------------------- From: artyeleven Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 11:12am Subject: Re: Fridayella --- Ed (the nice but barmy bloke) wrote: > Arty, in the couple of weeks I've been hanging around here, I've > come to realize that you're remarkably talented, and really quite > twisted > (in a good way, of course). How you come up with this > stuff I have no idea, but it's rather marvellous, you know? Thank you for your kind words. Of course other may doubt your sanity, but I'll be your friend anyway. 8-) Thanks again Arty (If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. What happens if life gives you Alligators? Why make Gatorade of course.) ----------------------------------------------------------- From: girl_friday_70 Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 1:25pm Subject: Re: Fridayella > --- Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote: > Arty > (If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. What happens if life > gives you Alligators? Why make Gatorade of course.) ROFL - I think you've been hanging around with Cat too long. I had to double check that this wasn't one of hers when I read it. Friday ----------------------------------------------------------- [FKWLounge] Relief ================== What's this? I didn't post this here - perhaps I will get away with it after all? ----------------------------------------------------------- From: girl_friday_70 Date: Mon Dec 1, 2003 7:45pm Subject: Relief --- Friday WMM(CE) wrote: > Needs a volunteer to provide "Relief" Relief by Arty It was relentless. Friday once more attempted to extricate herself, but it was futile. And now the twin dildos were causing her to crest once again. The electrodes attached to her clitoris and nipples started to stimulate her once more and Friday screamed her release as her overloaded senses experienced her 100th orgasm. The countrer in front of her clicked from 901 to 900, it had started at 999. The idea that she had another 901 to go was a thought too horrible to concentrate on at the moment, even without the constant erotic stimulation of the machine. The machine slowed once more and a gentle mist of water cooled her flushed and heated body. Friday reached for the water, she grimaced as she began to simulate giving a blowjob to the artificial penis. After ten seconds the machine rewarded her with a stream of liquid. It was obviously isotonic as it felt more refreshing than normal, though it was probably just thirst that made it feel that way. She kept swallowing and sucking after the stream stopped as she was also hungry after a few more seconds Friday felt the spurts of the liquid food that was obviously intended to mimic ejaculation, though no merely human male could continue this long. Eventually Friday had eaten enough and the machine started to take her on the short trip to her next orgasm. "Next time," she mused to herself as she felt her thoughts become disconnected once more by the imminent arrival of the next rollercoaster crest. "I'll keep my mouth shut!" -Fin- Arty (I'm in trouble now!) ----------------------------------------------------------- Oh Oh! She was just lulling me in to a sense of false security. ----------------------------------------------------------- From: girl_friday_70 Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 4:40am Subject: Re: Relief > --- Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote: > Relief > by Arty > > Arty > (I'm in trouble now!) Yes, you are. Your punishment follows: Relief, Part 2 - Friday's Revenge. by Girl Friday (c) 2003, all rights reserved ***** 001 "Oh OH OH YESSSSSSS!!!" 000 Friday heaved a sigh of relief as the counter clicked over to zero and her body was released from the orgasm machine. Exhausted and filthy beyond measure, she stumbled home and crawled into the shower. She cleaned up as best she could before falling into bed and sleeping away the better part of two days. She awoke ravenous and more than a little sore. Friday made her way to the kitchen where she brewed a pot of coffee and sat gingerly in a chair. [Look, if you had just been forced to orgasm 1000 times, you be sitting pretty damn gingerly too!] As she tried, unsuccessfully, to find a comfortable position, she thought 'something has got to be done about Arty'. With an evil grin, she began to make a list ... ***** BANG - BANG - BANG The loud pounding on his cellar door caused Arty to jump straight out of his chair. He'd been working hard on his next installment of "The Friday Chronicles," lost in dreams of what new torments he could subject his Fairytaleland muse to next. Making sure his work was saved, Arty went to open the door. To his surprise and trepidation, there stood Friday, his aforementioned muse, looking quite a bit different from her usual self. Oh, the wings were there, and the slightly bent halo too, but then it got weird. Instead of chocolate, Friday was wearing a black leather bustier, laced with red ribbons up the front, an impossibly short black leather shirt, and last but not least, knee-high black leather boots. She carried a small, black briefcase and a riding crop. "Friday! What are you doing here?" "You are working on a new installment of 'The Friday Chronicles', correct?" "Err, yes." "Last I checked, I was still your muse ... unless there's some memo I didn't get." "Uh, no, you're still my muse." "Well then, I'm here to help. Are you going to let me in or make me stand out here all night?" At the sight of his muse tapping her riding crop impatiently, Arty thought perhaps he ought to do as she suggested and let her in. [Uh, do I really have to?] [Look buster, I'm writing this, not you, so shut up and stand aside.] Friday strode into the room and looked at the story in progress on Arty's computer. "1001 Friday Knights? You can not be serious!" [You've been going it alone again, haven't you? How many times have I told you to run your ideas by me first?] Arty cleared his throat nervously as Friday looked over the story. The further she read, the harder her expression became. When she came to end of the story, Friday snorted in disgust and pinned Arty with a steely glare. "Once again, you've written me into all sorts of embarrassing situations and then don't have the decency to allow me a nice, satisfying romp with a handsome fellow." "I gave you 'Relief'," he protested. "A machine? 1000 orgasms? *Simulating* a blow job to get food and water? That is not what I call a satisfying experience. More like degrading and abusive. Where's the love? Where's the tenderness? God damn it, is it too much to ask for a little human contact and some decent sex?" As Friday continued to rant and rave, she advanced on Arty, her eyes flashing dangerously. Arty backed away from Friday until he found himself up against the wall. Friday opened her briefcase and pulled out two silk scarves. She advanced on Arty once more as he cowered against the wall. "Spread 'em." Her tone was commanding and brooked no argument. Arty complied instantly. Friday looped the silk about his wrists and tied them to the iron rings embedded in the cellar wall. [I object! There are no iron rings embedded in my cellar walls!] [Wanna bet? Are you forgetting who signs all your purchase orders for this crap?] Friday pulled a large knife from the briefcase and showed it to the bound author. [HOLD IT! What are you *doing*?] [If you don't stop interrupting, I'm going to take steps ...] "Uh, uh, uh. Friday? Beloved muse? What are you doing with that knife?" [I warned you.] Friday threw the knife down in disgust and pulled a large ball gag from her bag. She stuffed it into Arty's mouth and fastened it tightly behind his head. Now that he was unable to protest, Friday retrieved her knife and quickly cut the clothes from his body. [Let's see how you enjoy being naked and on display.] [Mmmpfhh] Friday perused his naked form and smiled rather lasciviously while inspecting certain portions of his anatomy. Arty's penis twitched and throbbed under Friday's gaze. She giggled at him and fastened a third silk scarf around his eyes. Arty struggled briefly before submitting to the blindfold. Friday made sure he couldn't see anything then picked up her riding crop. "Now Arty, you have been a very bad boy." THWACK! Arty started at the sound of the crop hitting the wall, just barely grazing his hip. "You've stripped me." THWACK! "You've abused me." THWACK! "And you've viciously withheld any enjoyment for me." THWACK! Poor Arty was a bundle of limp, nervous tension as the riding crop continued to smack the wall around him. Friday exchanged the crop for a long, elegant feather. Stepping close to Arty so that her breasts, contained only by the leather bustier, brushed against his chest, Friday whispered in his ear, "I think it's time we revised our Author-Muse contract so that these types of misunderstandings don't occur in the future." Arty whimpered behind the gag and tried to press himself against his seductive muse. Stepping back and laughing softly, Friday began to tease Arty with the feather. Running it over his neck and then drifting down to circle his nipples, Friday teased him mercilessly. Then the feather moved lower, tickling his ribs and his abdomen. Arty's cock twitched and started to grow. "Do you enjoy this, Arty? Does it turn you on?" Arty whimpered again and nodded his head as Friday played the feather over the insides of his thighs. "If I make you feel good, will you promise to behave?" Arty nodded his head violently, banging it into the wall behind him. The feather teased his cock, sliding over his erect shaft, circling his glans before drifting down to tickle his balls. Arty groaned and humped himself against the feather. "Oh Arty ... I've got one more surprise for you, but I guarantee you're going to want to see this." Friday reached up and removed his blindfold. Arty's eyes were filled with need and lust. He watched avidly as Friday reached into her briefcase and pulled out a small bottle of honey. Slowly, Friday dribbled the honey over the upper slope of her breasts, making sure to get some in the valley between. His eyes widened as she scooped up a small amount of honey on one finger and brought it to her mouth. Sliding her finger into her mouth, Friday licked it clean as Arty groaned in longing. "Do you like honey, Arty? Would you like a taste?" More groans and much nodding ensued. [Can't you do anything but groan?] [Mmmpfph] "Of course with that gag in, you can't taste can you?" Arty shook his head. "Too bad too because it tastes sooo sweet." Friday brought another honey covered finger to her mouth and sucked it clean. "Mmm. Tell you what, Arty ... how about we put the honey on you?" Arty's eyes bugged out of his head as Friday dripped honey all over his erect cock. "Now how on Earth will we get that honey off?" Friday trailed one finger through the honey on his shaft, drawing small spirals and lines as she teased Arty. "Do you think it should be licked off? Would you like that, Arty?" The poor man nearly collapsed at her words. Had he not been tied to the wall, he would in fact be a largish puddle of English goo on the floor. "Just sign this new Author-Muse contract and I'll make sure that honey gets all licked off." Friday held up a clipboard and slipped a pen into Arty's bound hand. Hastily he scribbled his signature, eager for the licking to begin. She checked the contract to make sure that his signature had gone through all three copies. [One for me, one for you, one to be filed at the Central Office; can't have you saying later that you never saw any contract.] Friday smiled in satisfaction and pulled the middle copy out. Laying it on the desk, she began to gather her things. Using a warm, wet towel to clean the sticky honey from her chest, Friday dropped it in the washing machine before picking up her briefcase and turning to leave. [Hey, I'm nothing if not tidy. What? The licking? Oh yes, I almost forgot ...] Arty struggled against his bonds, whimpering and moaning in a pathetic manner. Friday glanced at him without sympathy. "This was supposed to be a punishment and I think you've enjoyed it entirely too much. Now I do believe I promised that honey would be licked off, but I just don't have the time now. I have a very full schedule and I'm already late for a spanking session with another author, so I've arranged for a replacement to finish up here with you." Friday took a small counter from her bag, set it to count down from 1000, and placed it on the desk. "Since you were so generous earlier, I thought I would return the favor. You owe me 1000 orgasms, Arty. When that counter hits zero, you will be released." A knock sounded at the door. "Ah, there's my replacement now. Enjoy your relief, Arty. I know I did. Now, let the licking begin ... " Friday opened the door to a huge, grinning, purple dinosaur. Arty's muffled screams followed her all the way to her car. -- Fin -- Mess with the Muse at your own risk. ----------------------------------------------------------- I'll never look at the purple one in the same way again! ----------------------------------------------------------- From: Tony J Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 4:45am Subject: Re: Re: Relief --- girl_friday_70 wrote: > --- Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote: > > > Relief > > by Arty > > > > Arty > > (I'm in trouble now!) > > Yes, you are. Your punishment follows: > > Relief, Part 2 - Friday's Revenge. > by Girl Friday > (c) 2003, all rights reserved Oh dear. You are in trouble Arty. Barney takes his cocksucking seriously!!! TonyJ ----------------------------------------------------------- Friends are supposed to sympathise not to to gloat! ----------------------------------------------------------- From: zap292 Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 5:00am Subject: Re: Re: Relief --- girl_friday_70 wrote: > --- Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote: > > > Relief > > by Arty > > > > Arty > > (I'm in trouble now!) > > Yes, you are. Your punishment follows: > > Relief, Part 2 - Friday's Revenge. > by Girl Friday > (c) 2003, all rights reserved > > ***** > > 001 > > "Oh OH OH YESSSSSSS!!!" ROFLMAO ! ! A purple dragon that loves honey, that was great Friday! :-) Zap (I guess that Arty was 'just dessert' ?) ----------------------------------------------------------- Sympathy involves kind words and commiseration; it doesn't involves rolling around on the floor laughing! ----------------------------------------------------------- From: zap292 Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 5:01am Subject: Re: Re: Relief --- Tony J wrote: > --- girl_friday_70 wrote: > > --- Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote: > > > > > Relief > > > by Arty > > > > > > Arty > > > (I'm in trouble now!) > > > > Yes, you are. Your punishment follows: > > > > Relief, Part 2 - Friday's Revenge. > > by Girl Friday > > (c) 2003, all rights reserved > > Oh dear. You are in trouble Arty. Barney takes his cocksucking seriously!!! > > TonyJ Was it Barny, or his twin sister 'Barnadette' ?? Zap ----------------------------------------------------------- More gloating ... *sigh*. ----------------------------------------------------------- From: artyeleven Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 7:09am Subject: Re: Relief --- Friday WMM(CE) wrote: > Mess with the Muse at your own risk. ROFLMAO! Oh thank you, thank you ... If I didn't already love you, I'd be falling big time!! It's a good job my kids are too old for a certain purple toy or I'd probably have some explaining to do around Christmas. LOL! Arty (Who is wondering what the contract was that he signed.) ----------------------------------------------------------- Now I'm doing it! Oh all right I enjoyed it really! Though I think it's time to apologise to Friday again. (I seem to be doing this a lot recently.) ----------------------------------------------------------- From: artyeleven Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 9:27am Subject: Relief II Relief II by Arty He'd spent all day preparing for this. Not to mention the weeks of experimentation until he had the dishes cooked to perfection. The knocking startled him; he'd lost track of the time. Checking that all was perfect he hurried to open the door. She took his breath away; she always did - once more he thanked whatever Gods were listening when she had fallen into his life. "Come in." Friday stepped across the threshold and nodded approvingly at the decor. The cellar had been transformed; dank and gloomy had been replaced by light and airy. Garlands of woodland flowers had been wrapped around iron rings, which were the only discordant note, embedded in the wall. The centrepiece was a table set for two. A silver candlestick and the finest crystal glasses glittered in the pool of light in which the table was bathed. "I hope you don't mind Greek food? I was looking for a dessert that you would like and it was Greek so I ran with it ..." He realised he was babbling and shut up. Friday smiled, "Greek is fine." He took her wrap and hung it in a concealed closet and then seated her at the table. He poured two glasses of champagne, a Dom Perignon '55 and proposed a toast. "To fulfillment." After they had drunk the champagne he brought out the frist course, a Mezza [I apologise for the misspellings everyone]. This was followed by a Moussaka and finally a Baclava, sweet and sticky with honey. Throughout the meal the resiny Retsina that they drank was a perfect counterpoint. The final coffee and the 40 year-old armagnac were drunk slowly to allow the meal to digest. During the meal he had delighted in making her smile and laugh; now he stood behind her and massaged her head and shoulders Friday groaned in appreciation. Taking her hand he led her towards a massage table and carefully undressed her. A kiss on each exposed piece of skin meant that this process took slightly longer than necessary, but eventually she was lying prone on the table. The massage started with long sweeping strokes over her back and shoulders, Friday relaxed as he concentrated all of his love and devotion into his searching fingertips. A gentle pressure on her side, was the indication to roll over. Friday glanced at the clock, wow where had the time gone? It hadn't seemed like 45 minutes. And then he started again with gentle sweeps of his hands. This time, however the masage was anything but relaxing as he gently brought her to several most satisfying orgasms. Placing his arms beneath her legs and back he scooped her from the table and carried her towards a gently steaming bath. With the utmost care he slid her, feet first, into the bathwater. Friday sighed in satisfaction as a wave of warmth spread up her body. Using a natural sponge he proceeded to wash the massage oil from her. He may perhaps be forgiven for spending a little too much time on certain areas, but Friday was certain that no trace of oil remained anywhere. Finally he washed and conditioned her hair taking the opportunity to give her another head massage. Helping her to rise from the bath he wrapped her in the largest, fluffiest and whitest bath towels that human ingenuity could create and spent the next ten minutes ensuring that she was dry. Now he raised his eyebrows in silent question as he led her towards the bed. Friday nodded in answer and he helped her to lie back. Once more he unwrapped his muse and this time his worship of her was almost entirely oral. Nipples were kissed, licked and nibbled; ears and neck, underarms and navel. No part of her was left untouched. Sometimes she gasped, sometimes she giggled but always her arousal grew, finally he concentrated on her womanhood. Her first orgasm was followed by a second and a third as he gently encouraged her release. Finally he slowed down and looked up to see her smile. Now it was her turn. "You are wearing entirely too many clothes. Get them off. Now!" Knowing better than to disobey when she spoke in that tone of voice, he hurried to comply. When he was naked, he protested a little. "But I had the handsome Prince Charming all lined up for you." "You're handsome enough." He glanced down at his rampant erection. "But 'average' is being generous, Prince Charming is a legend." "It looks big enough to me. Now if you don't do as you're told and make love to me I'll never visit you again!" He was hers to command after all, so he knelt between her widespread knees and entered her in a single smooth thrust. An explosion of pleasure almost blew him away, he struggled successfully to stop himself from coming. He knew it would feel good but this was beyond his wildest dreams! It was like every pleasurable experience he had ever had all rolled into one and concentrated in his loins. He focused on his muse and started to thrust. He was rewarded with delightful sounds of arousal. He grunted out his apology "I'm sorry, just because I tease you doesn't mean I don't love you, you know?" "I know." "Uhh Friday, I'm sorry but I can't hold back any longer!" The power of his orgasm caught him by surprise, it felt like he was being turned inside out. Friday smiled, the fact that she had rendered him helpless within her was enough to tip her over the edge too. He had just enough strength left to roll her over so she was on top of him. "Am I forgiven? (Again!)" She giggled and waved her arm expansively, "I'll let you know, after we've done this a few more times." He groaned, "Yes Mistress!" -Fin- Arty (Whose trepidation knows no bounds at this point.) ----------------------------------------------------------- Fingers crossed. ----------------------------------------------------------- From: girl_friday_70 Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 1:23pm Subject: Re: Relief II --- artyeleven wrote: > Relief II > by Arty <snip one of your best stories yet!> > Arty > (Whose trepidation knows no bounds at this point.) That was most wonderful and exactly the sort of thing I was looking for. I don't mind all the fun and games, but every woman wants to be worshipped once in a while. Thank you, dear one. Friday still glowing and trying to return all that black leather crap ----------------------------------------------------------- Yes! She loves me! Making up is so much *fun* don't you think? [FKWLounge] Fridayella 2 ======================== Here comes Heathen to 'stir the pot'. ----------------------------------------------------------- From: A.G. Becker Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 7:49am Subject: Fridayella2 With apologies to Arty, I dreamed up this little tome. I couldn't let it alone: Fridayella II: the Revenge Fridayella fell back onto the bed exhausted. It had been over a week since she had inserted the magic dildo and been found by the prince. During that time, she had not left the bed. The prince was a wild man in bed, and when he had to attend to affairs of state, his most trusted knight would fill in. And he certainly filled her as well. She finally stood on her trembling legs and headed to the bathtub that had been placed in the corner of the room. Easing her luscious, but overworked body into the hot water, Fridayella sighed with relief. She closed her eyes and relaxed. A serving wench awakened her a short time later. Come my lady. She said. Fridayella groaned. I dont think I have another cum left in me. So you have met the team of the Prince and Sir Lance-is-long. They are a randy pair. Me and the other girls in the castle have enjoyed the rest this last week Then the wench gazed in open admiration at Fridayellas generous curves. Perhaps mlady could stand just one more orgasm, just to relax her. Any thoughts that Fridayella would have formed vanished as the wench started licking around her still swollen labia. This girls expert ministrations brought Fridayella to one last crashing orgasm. The next morning Fridayella dressed and went in search of her husband-to-be. Now that the honeymoon was over, there was still the wedding to plan. She moved gingerly since her nether region was still quite tender. I never got that girls name, she thought. I will need a lady-in-waiting, and while we are waiting Fridayella soon found her way to the kitchen and put away a large amount of breakfast. A week of fucking really builds an appetite. She thought as she finished her second ham and mushroom omelet. The cook is very good, but why is he yelling BAM every time he adds anything? She soon found herself in the office of the prince. He was sitting behind a large desk with his feet propped up on the edge. He gave her a smile that did little to hide his lust. Fridayella knew she didnt have very long before she would be bent over that desk her bare buttocks glistening in the sun as the Prince pounded her from behind. He was thinking the same thing, but had to put those thoughts aside until business was finished. And todays business was to deal with Fridayellas stepmother and sisters. He was trying to decide what matter of death to subject them to and asked her for her opinion. To his surprise, her devious nature surfaced and they put together a plan. Then as she expected (and hoped), her buttocks were soon bouncing as he pounded into her again and again. It wasnt long before the two sisters were seized and taken to Sir Rod of the Reddened Butt cheeks. Stripped naked they were taken to his punishment room. Sir Rod walked in and surveyed the two taking in their ample buttocks. Taking the paddle that was constantly in his gloved hand, he brought it down firmly upon their backsides. Their yelps foreshadowed what was in store for them. You were very bad little girls for your treatment of Fridayella. Now you must be punished. He pulled the first over his legs. As the first slap landed, he thought to himself, I love this job. Their cries were soon mingled with the sounds of the paddle on their tender flesh. The stepmother found herself standing in a walled village. The men who had brought her here refused to go through the gate, instead shoving her through and slamming it shut. As she moved toward the center of town, she noticed that the men walking around did not even acknowledge her presence. That was something that never happened. She knew she was good looking and had a sexiness that normally drove men wild. Then she looked closer. These men were holding hands and kissing. This couldnt be happening! She was locked in a gay colony. For a woman who craved cock as she did, this was the ultimate torture. Then she saw a chubby short guy coming out of one of the hut. He had bushy hair and was wearing a muscle shirt and matching silk shorts. She cringed at his high-pitched whiny voice as he gathered everyone together. Come on boys, we have to do our exercises then pick our deal-a-meal cards. Her last thought as she passed out was I am banished to spend my life with Richard of Simmons Fridayella went on to have many more adventures including saving the kingdoms maidens from an invasion of pussy-eaters by causing them all to die from exhaustion. But it is not the job of this scribe to detail those here. ~~~FINIS ~~~ Enjoy, Heathen- ----------------------------------------------------------- Now there's a man who really knows the way to a girl's ... errr ... heart. ----------------------------------------------------------- From: girl_friday_70 Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 1:34pm Subject: Re: Fridayella2 --- Sir Heathen wrote: > With apologies to Arty, I dreamed up this little tome. I couldn't > let it alone: > > Fridayella II: the Revenge Finally! Arty's Relief II was wonderful but this is the icing on the cake. Better hope Rod isn't pissed for being stuck with the ugly stepsisters though. Friday ----------------------------------------------------------- I'll never understand women, or muses. Heathen gets praised and I get tied to a wall and sucked off by a purple dinosaur! There ain't no justice I tell ya. [FKWLounge] Relief II _and_ Fridayella 2 ======================================== Business as usual, i.e. tease the muse. ----------------------------------------------------------- From: artyeleven Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 2:44pm Subject: Re: Relief II --- Friday MM(BL) wrote: > <snip one of your best stories yet!> You mean it didn't happen? 8-) Blast and it seemed so real too. 8-) > That was most wonderful and exactly the sort of thing I was looking > for. I don't mind all the fun and games, but every woman wants to > be worshipped once in a while. *Hurriedly kicks the chains and things under the bed, whistles and tries to look innocent* Breaks into song: "I'd do anything, For you dear anything, For you mean everything to me..." [Oh all right, I'll stop laying on so thick ...] > Thank you, dear one. The pleasure was all mine. > Friday > still glowing > and trying to return all that black leather crap It's fun once in a while ... *leers*. Hence the alternate form of your musehood: Mistress Muse (Black Leather) Arty (Who is sailing close to the wind yet again. Will I never learn?) ----------------------------------------------------------- More teasing. Will I never learn? ----------------------------------------------------------- From: artyeleven Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 2:49pm Subject: Re: Fridayella2 --- Friday SMM(CC)* wrote: > Finally! Arty's Relief II was wonderful but this is the icing on > the cake. Oi! At least I fed you, doesn't that count for anything nowadays? LOL! > Better hope Rod isn't pissed for being stuck with the ugly > stepsisters though. Doesn't matter if he is, he can just take it out on their bottoms! 8-) Arty (*Sex Maniac Muse (Crossed Condoms) - I really, really deserve everything I get don't I? ROFL) ----------------------------------------------------------- I'm *glad* someone is having fun ... ----------------------------------------------------------- From: rod_ramsey Date: Tue Dec 2, 2003 3:26pm Subject: Re: Fridayella2 --- girl_friday_70 wrote: > --- Sir Heathen wrote: > > > With apologies to Arty, I dreamed up this little tome. I > > couldn't let it alone: > > > > Fridayella II: the Revenge > > Finally! Arty's Relief II was wonderful but this is the icing on > the cake. > > Better hope Rod isn't pissed for being stuck with the ugly > stepsisters though. > > Friday While the 'Ugly Stepsisters' pale when compared to the delectible Fridayella, they are quite attractive (when ever Friday isnt around). As for the daunting task of punishing the backsides of these two very naughty wenches well...can you say 'Job Lottery'? A tough job, but someone has to do it. Rod Oh Kira, where did you put my tawse? ----------------------------------------------------------- How does it all end? Why not join us and see? http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FKWLounge/join href=http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FDWritings/join To be continued ... ----------------------------------------------------------- Acknowledgements ================ This page would not have been possible without the great wit and insight of the following illustrious persons: Rod Ramsey Heathen (A. G. Becker) Dai Wakizashi Ed (elhopes) Zap Tony J and last but definitely not least: Girl Friday in her various guises: WMM(CE) - WebMistress Muse(Chocolate Edition) MM(BL) - Mistress Muse(Black Leather) SMM(CC) - Sex Maniac Muse(Crossed Condoms) Thanks guys, you're great! -----------------------------------------------------------

Alice by Arty Alice and Bob danced the first dance, as was traditional. Of course I was there, chronicling this latest phase in my best friend's life. The two of them were good together, everyone said so and I had to agree. The love-light just shone from their eyes and their smiles were sickeningly sweet. How did I know this? You ask. I was videotaping their wedding. I didn't have to, they did have an official cameraman, but I had a self-appointed task to complete my record of Bob's life as a single man. The first song segued into the second song and the rest of the wedding party sashayed onto the dance floor and mums and dads partnered their opposite number along with maiden aunts and roguish uncles. I decided that I'd had enough and sat down, deflated. "It's all right you know." I turned round bewildered at the unexpected intrusion. The words had come from Alice's grandmother. "What is?" I said tersely. "It's all right to admit that you love him." "Who?" I was completely at a loss to understand what she was driving at. "Bob. It's all right if you're in love with him." I laughed. She looked offended. "I'm sorry. I'm being rude, it's just that you caught me off-guard. Yes, you're right, I do love him." The old lady looked smug and murmured something like 'I knew I was right'; then I lowered the boom. "But like a brother. I'm not in love with him." I reflected on the inadequacies of the English language in this respect. The Greeks had it right with their different sorts of love: Agape, Philos, and Eros. Philos that was the one: love between friends. I clarified myself to Alice's Grandmother. "I'm not gay you know." She looked unconvinced. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." "It's okay, I'm not offended, there's nothing wrong with being gay. It's just that I'm not." I smiled to show just how relaxed about it I was and wandered off to get a drink. Another close call, I reflected as I downed the single malt that Bob had made sure was behind the bar especially for me. The peaty, peppery flavour of the Talisker burnt its way down my throat and I held my glass out for another double. Good old Bob, always looking out for me, I thought darkly. I looked up to see the happy couple weaving their way towards me. I pasted a welcoming smile on my face in a band-aid kind of way and waited for them to arrive. Alice and Bob descended on me like two slightly drunken angels of love, dispensing bonhomie and goodwill to all and sundry. Alice draped her arm around my shoulder and tried to kiss me. I stiffened under her embrace and she desisted, rebuffed once more. "Wish us luck." Bob oblivious to the by-play, as always, demanded his obligatory blessing from me. "Good luck" I tried to smile and added, "both of you. I hope you'll be very happy together." Alice flinched at my artificial tone and dragged him off. I stared after them and wondered again what the hell I was going to do when they came back from their honeymoon. It was then that I knew I was going to take the job offer from the 'States. That was the ticket, I thought to myself, several thousand miles ought to be far enough away to cope with it and maybe, just maybe, I would be able to forget. The sounds of cheering drifted from the entrance of the hotel and then cries of "Charles, where's Charles?" floated into the ballroom. That was my cue. I fired up the camera and made my way outside to video them leaving for a fortnight's cruise in the Caribbean. So intent was I on filming them that I missed the fact that the bouquet had been thrown until I looked up and saw the flowers descending on me. Sometimes things just happen. I nonchalantly put out my hand and the bouquet just fell into place as if it were magnetically attracted. I looked up and saw Alice glaring at me. I shrugged an apology and handed the flowers to the girl next to me who looked dejected at having received them second-hand. Before anyone could say anything Bob grabbed Alice and dragged the garter from her thigh, a process that I didn't capture on video. Then he chucked it high in the air and I watched as several drunken teenagers fought over the bounty. With a final wave the car drove off into the night with cans and boots banging and thumping merrily behind it. .oOo. The 'phone rang as I entered my apartment. I searched amongst the chaos of the imminent move and eventually found it. "Hey Charlie boy, wassup?" The raucous tones of Bob made me wince. "Hey Bob. I only just left you, wa'd'ya want?" "Sorry, I forgot to ask you. Alice says the cameraman has made a complete cock-up of the wedding video. I told her that you'd been filming all the time and she asked if she could borrow your tape. What do you say mate?" "I suppose so." I stalled for time. "Look, the thing is, with all the packing I don't even know if I still have the tape." "That's okay, it was just a thought. Tell Alice when she gets there. She said she'd be calling round after work." Christ! She was coming to the apartment! I had to get away before she got here. "Okay Bob, I'll see what I can do. No promises, mind you." "Thanks mate. You're a pal." "What are friends for?" "Yeah, bye." "Bye" I chucked the 'phone on the settee and hurried back to the front door. If I was quick enough, perhaps I could be out when she called. I opened the door to see Alice with her hand stretching towards the doorbell. She screamed in surprise. "Shit! Charlie, you scared the crap out of me." She stared at me confused. "How did you do that?" "Do what?" "Open the door before I'd pressed the doorbell." "Oh. Coincidence, I was just on my way out." She forestalled me from trying to squeeze by her and pushed me back into the apartment. "This won't take long." She closed the door behind her and leant against it, blocking my escape. I stood irresolute. "I'm determined to have this out with you. Why do you dislike me so much?" "I don't dislike..." "Yes you do. You won't spend a minute alone with me. My Granny reckoned that you were in love with Bob. I even asked him if you were gay and he laughed at the very idea. So, just what is your problem with me?" "I don't have a problem with you." I prevaricated. It was an outright lie, but not the way that she thought. "Yes you do. You've never liked me. I don't understand why, I've always tried to let you and Bob have time together. I've never come between you. Ever. I've never said, 'it's Charlie or me, decision time.'" Her words knifed through me, scarring my soul. I tried again to deflect her ire. "I know, it isn't..." "So why? I try and try and you keep knocking me back. If you weren't Bob's best friend I'd have given up a long time ago!" "It's not like you think." It was futile. My words were lost in the tornado of her frustration. She continued as if I'd said nothing. "I don't understand you at all. If you disliked me that much, you could've stopped Bob from marrying me, he listens to you, but you didn't. Everyone I talk to says you're a great bloke, but I never see that side of you at all." She subsided, bewildered, into silence. "Leave it alone, please?" The plea in my voice disarmed her somewhat. "Well don't say I didn't try. Again. Anyway I came to ask if I could borrow the video that you made?" "I suppose so. If I have it here; it's probably been packed away." While I was talking Alice had made her way to the stack of videotapes by the TV. I stared in anguish as she picked up one in particular. "I don't think so. Is this it? The one with 'Bob's Wedding' written on the label?" She looked at me, resigned. "Couldn't you even bring yourself to write my name?" I shrugged. "I've probably taped over it by now." "Unlikely, as you've removed the record tabs. So let's see what we've got, shall we." I stood paralysed as she pushed the tape into the player. The sights and sounds of the wedding service filled the room. The picture was surprisingly steady and the quality was pretty good, though I say it myself. The wonders of modern technology now make it almost impossible to make a traditional wobbly home video. Alice was thrilled. "This is wonderful Charlie. Do say I can borrow it." Her delight at finding usable footage of her wedding had driven all thoughts of my behaviour towards her out of her mind. She turned to me. I stared aghast at the screen, which was now filled with her smiling face, in loving close up. Alice seemed surprised at my expression and turned to see what I was staring at, and then she became quiet as each shot I'd taken eventually ended with a close up of her. After minutes of this, Alice turned back to me in bewilderment. "Charlie?" "Of course you can borrow it. I'm sure your video company can make something suitable for public consumption out of it." I struggled to maintain my composure and added, "best not to let Bob see it though." The homage to Alice continued to play on the screen and Alice stared at me in dawning realisation as I stood with tears rolling down my cheeks. "Charlie. I had no idea. I thought you hated me." Her expression had softened as she saw me anew in the light of this revelation. It was this, more than anything else, which almost broke me. Finally I forced a few words passed the lump in my throat. Short, staccato bursts of speech were all that I could manage. "Hate you? How could I? It's a self-preservation thing, really. Abject failure, though, as you can see. Still, I'll be in America soon. No point in crying over spilt milk." I stumbled blindly through the front door. "You'll see yourself out, won't you?" I wandered aimlessly for a few hours and eventually I made my way back to the apartment. To my relief it was empty. All that was left was the faint smell of her perfume and a post-it note on the TV. 'Thanks for the tape. Alice.' I lifted the note from the screen and kissed it gently before letting it fall into the waste bin. Christ, it was all such a mess. I looked about me, there wasn't anything I needed here; the removers would stick it all in storage. I'd just have to pay them the extra to do the packing that I had planned to do. I couldn't face another night here. Time to cut myself adrift. I'd had my leaving party today; there was nothing else I needed to do. I switched off my mobile and dropped it into a convenient box. I'd have to buy a new one in the 'States anyway. I spent my last couple of nights in the UK at a hotel near Heathrow airport. I rang everyone who mattered and told them what I'd done; making up some story about how I couldn't face all the packing and told them not to worry, I'd be in touch as soon as I was settled in America. .oOo. "Hey, Chuck, how ya doin'?" I looked up to see Herb standing in the entrance to my cubical. Herb was a nice guy, concerned for me. He'd made it his mission to cheer up the 'English guy' and, to be fair, he'd succeeded in no small measure. Herb was a lot of fun. I smiled up at him. "Hey, Herb. I'm okay. How 'bout you?" Herb seemed unsure of himself. This was a surprise. Fridays were his day for setting me up with another of his long string of ex-girlfriends. He wasn't normally so reticent. I decided to help him out. "Come on Herb, spit it out. Which one of your harem am I being fobbed off with this weekend?" I grinned widely to show that I was making a joke. I had to be careful; early on I'd got myself into trouble a few times when my ironic comments had been taken at face value. I tried not to be patronising about it. I liked America and Americans. It was refreshing to have people take you at your word and not assume that there was a hidden meaning in everything you said. "Oh it isn't that. Well it is, but not like you think." I waited, patiently, for Herb to organise his thoughts. It was a waste of time trying to hurry him along. Eventually he got all his ducks lined up. "A new girl has started at Marcie's agency." Marcie was his current girlfriend; she worked in a medium-sized ad-agency. "She's English too, like you." I bit my tongue and stifled a flash of irritation. This seemingly universal, national determination to follow very train of thought through to its logical conclusion was occasionally maddening. Sometimes it wasn't necessary to draw a map, sometimes just the signpost at the start of the path was all that was required, guys! Herb carried on. "Marcie says she's kind of sad too - the girl I mean. We thought that we'd make up a foursome and go out. See if we can cheer you both up." His expression became serious. "You don't talk about it, but my 'harem' tell me things." He smiled self-deprecatingly, "well they tell Marcie anyhow and she tells me. We know that there was someone back home that hurt you. A lot. You have to let it go Chuck. We're your friends, we all think you're a great guy and we hate to see you unhappy." I stared at Herb in amazement, "Yeah, well, ummm." I tried again. "Thanks Herb, I'll try, OK?" Herb's accustomed cheerful expression replaced the strangely serious one that had settled in its place when he was making his speech to me. "Great. We'll pick you up at seven." "Thanks. See you tonight." Herb wandered off and I turned back to the code I was writing. I gave up and wallowed in thoughts of Alice. I realised with a shock that I'd not spoken to Bob in months. I wasn't even sure if I knew his address. We'd both moved several times, for one reason and another, and I was certain that I'd managed to miss a change of address notification, along with a whole load of other post too. My sister still was hardly talking to me after I'd managed to miss her engagement party. His mobile should still be working, though, and I pulled out mine and dialled his number from memory. "The number you have dialled is no longer in use." The recorded message played over and over. Shit. This was the third time I'd dialled the number. The first time I'd got this message, I'd assumed that I'd misdialled and the second time, I'd found his entry in my 'phone's number list. This next try, I'd checked the number in my organiser and then double-checked each digit as I dialled it. Damn. He'd changed his 'phone. Now I'd have to pester his parents for the new one. I checked the clock, too late to ring them now. Bob was okay with me ringing at odd hours, but Bob's parents would assume that any call this late would be bad news, so I resolved to ring them tomorrow, first thing, when it would be a more reasonable hour for them. "See ya later, alligator!" Herb parodied Arthur Hailey, or whoever it was, as he left to go home. I waved vaguely in acknowledgement and refused to be drawn into the next line. I fiddled some more with the coding and saved it away. A quick 'make' showed that I hadn't completely broken it with my new stuff. A couple of warnings and several-hundred error messages flashed by, but a forgotten declaration and a couple of missing semicolons had caused them all. This was soon rectified and a clean compile and link was the result. I resolutely put off testing the changes. Next week was early enough, especially as I was about a week ahead of schedule anyway. As I left the building, my thoughts turned to the 'sad English girl' that Herb was foisting me onto. I hoped that I wasn't going to make things worse for her. The dislocation caused by moving to America had been strange; the place was at once familiar and deeply odd. Several things still struck me as slightly humorous. I mean, they liked to call themselves the 'Land of the Free' but I'd never seen so many signs forbidding things, and the drinking rules! I shook myself crossly, telling myself to stop carping. Oh well, it would be nice to see someone from home with whom I could compare notes, maybe. My apartment was big, much bigger than the one I could afford in England. I slopped around getting ready. All too soon, the entry phone sounded. "I'll be right down." There was some garbled sound at the other end, which I assumed was some sort of agreement and I dashed out of the door. Herb was waiting for me by his car. I leant through the window and gave Marcie a kiss on the cheek. "Hey Marcie. You're looking great. When are you going to dump Herb and go out with someone who will really appreciate you?" Herb smiled indulgently at this. "Stop yo messin' with ma woman an' git in. Yo English sonofabitch!" "Yessir!" We laughed a little, all of us were happy to be going out and happy with the weekend ahead of us. "So where are we going?" "Marcie knows this place that does killer ribs." "As much as you can eat and the sauce is just out of this world!" "Great. When do I meet my 'blind date'?" "At the restaurant. It's only a block away from where she lives. I'm calling her now to let her know that we'll be there in a few minutes." She stopped as someone picked up at the other end. "Hi it's me, Marcie." "Yeah, 'bout ten minutes." "See you there, then." "Yeah, he is. Bye!" I wondered about the other side of the conversation. I was intrigued in spite of myself. I settled back in my seat, I'd find out soon enough anyway. .oOo. Marcie saw her first. "There she is!" I looked over to where she was pointing. Meanwhile she waved the greeter away and we started towards the table where the mysterious English girl was sitting. Her shoulders were bare and her hair was up in a chignon. From the back she looked absolutely gorgeous. I kept my eyes downcast I as I rounded the table determined to wait until I was fully in front of her before... "Oh my God! Charlie?" The achingly familiar tones lanced through my heart and I ran from the room, unable to face her. There was a cab rank nearby - the restaurant was popular enough to warrant one and, surprisingly this early in the evening, there was a single cab parked there. His window was open. "Are you working?" "Yeah, where you wanna go?" I gave the address of a bar downtown and sat back in the seat and tried to compose myself. Shit. What was she doing here? And alone? Where was Bob? Now I really had to 'phone his parents. For now it was time to get drunk, really drunk, or I wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight. The bar was quiet and the barkeep was surprised to see me. She set me up with a malt whisky without me asking. No ice. I smiled at this; I'd spent many an evening extolling to her the virtues of single malts drunk without ice. "Charlie, this is a surprise. We don't usually see you until much later." Then she saw my expression. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I've just had a bit of a shock, that's all. Nothing that a few shots of the old 'water of life' won't cure." "Sure. Just don't overdo it will ya? I really, really hate cleaning out the bathroom when folks are sick in it. Okay?" "Okay, Belle. I hear you. Just enough to let me sleep." I sat and sipped my whisky and tried to forget the vision of her face before me. It was a waste of time. Eventually I gave up and let myself remember how she'd looked. There was shock, of course, but there was also something else, she'd seemed almost happy to see me. And there was an indefinable air of sadness about her too. I swallowed the rest of my whisky and coughed as it caught the back of my throat. I stayed for couple of hours, but the whisky wasn't helping so I said goodbye to Belle and left. It wasn't far to my apartment, nor was it too late and there were plenty of people about so I decided to walk. As I neared my apartment I began to feel the effects of the whisky, so I concentrated resolutely on staying upright and getting into my apartment. I waved at the doorman in acknowledgement of something that he'd said in greeting. I was starting to feel very ill. All that whisky on an empty stomach was stupid. I knew I was going to be sick and I really hated that. I consoled myself that it wouldn't be much and at least I would feel better in the morning. Then I remembered a routine by Billy Connolly, a Glaswegian stand-up, about 'diced carrots' and I started to laugh. I was still laughing and reeling drunkenly as I finally got my key in my apartment door and staggered into my apartment. "Hello, Charlie." She was here. Here in my apartment. Shit. My gorge rose and I pushed passed her to the toilet. "Sorry. Feeling..." My words were interrupted as I cut out the middleman on half a bottle of Lagavulin. It didn't last long; there was nothing else in there. Waste of good Scotch though. While I was there I took the chance to swallow some Tylenol and half a pint of water, then I brushed my teeth and wiped my face. At least, I reflected, I wouldn't have a hangover tomorrow. Eventually I realised that I couldn't spend any more time in the bathroom and now that she was here Alice was not going anywhere until we'd spoken. I went out to meet her. "I'm sorry for running out on you like that. What did you say to Herb and Marcie?" "I had to tell them most of it." "Oh." "Look, they're your friends, they care about you." "I know." I thought about it for a minute. "Oh shit, were they all right with you? They've assumed that I'm sad because some girl really hurt me back home. It seemed easier to let them think that than to try and explain it all. They'd have assumed that you were that girl." "Well it was a bit frosty for a while. They really do care for you. A lot." "I'd better ring them and apologise." "They said not to worry. They know you're back. I 'phoned them while you were struggling to put your key in the door." She smiled at the memory. "I nearly opened it for you. But I remembered how that felt so I didn't." We just stood and I stared at her drinking her in. She cleared her throat and spoke again. "Aren't you going to offer me a seat?" "Oh. Yeah. Sorry." I waved vaguely in the direction of the seating area and she preceded me as we sat down. I made sure that I sat opposite her. I wasn't going to miss a second of seeing her. She blushed under my scrutiny. "I used to hate the way that you stared at me. I thought you were glaring at me." She smiled sadly. "If only I'd known." "Yeah well." I asked the question that was uppermost in my mind. "I have to be blunt Alice, where's Bob?" She looked at me aghast. She was obviously shocked about something. Though I couldn't for the life of me think what it was. "Don't you know?" "Know what?" "Bob's..." She stopped unable to get the words out and it was her turn to cry. Impulsively, I moved across to the settee on which she was sitting and drew her into my arms. How often had I dreamed of this? And the reality was so much better than the dream. Her sobs came with renewed force as she felt me cuddle her and I waited, content to let the storm pass. Eventually it did, but instead of moving away she cuddled closer. Then she took a deep breath and tried again. "This is going to hurt you, so just relax and take it and remember I'm here. There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to come straight out and say it. Charlie, Bob's dead. Some drunken slob drove through a red light and killed both Bob and himself." I felt sad. Sad for myself, I'd lost my best friend. Sad for Alice, she'd lost her husband. She was far to young to be a widow. It wasn't an overwhelming sadness though. The couple of years out here had distanced me. Maybe later when I... A thought struck me. "When?" "About nine months ago." "Nine months! Didn't anyone try and contact me?" "We tried to. But you'd moved. Your mobile number was in Bob's 'phone but that was destroyed in the fire after the crash. I didn't know your sister's number for the same reason or your parents' either so we were stymied. We tried for a couple of weeks but once the inquest was over and the police were happy, we had to go ahead and have the funeral without you." "Oh Alice, I'm sorry." I breathed the words into her hair and hugged her tighter. She spoke again. "It still hurts, especially when I wake up and he's not there. I miss that." She punched me lightly as I smirked. "Not that! I miss the companionship." She paused. "I never told Bob about how you felt. I wasn't completely sure myself. Herb and Marcie tell me that you haven't had a relationship as long as you've been here. Why is that Charlie? I need to know." "It would have seemed like I was being unfaithful. I haven't really wanted anyone but you. No one else compares so I don't bother. I love you. I loved you the minute that I saw you. At first I thought it was just lust or infatuation, but the more I got to know you the more I realised that I loved you. I think about you when I go to sleep, when I wake up and pretty much whenever I close my eyes I see your face. Watching you get married to my best friend almost killed me, I came close to hating him then." I sighed. Alice put her hand to my face and I realised that I'd been crying again. I carried on. "But it wasn't his fault, or yours. It just was." Alice was once more cuddled against my chest. I was content to stay like this. I was in heaven and I didn't want to move. I felt a certain amount of guilt about Bob, but my treacherous heart was overwhelmed by the fact that Alice was here with me, in my arms. "I thought about you a lot after that day, you know, when I came for the tape. I watched it several times and I compared it to the egregious footage that the wedding video people shot; and I realised that the difference was the love that you felt. Did you know there is not one single shot in the whole hour or so that you took where I look bad? The wedding video even filmed Bob taking down the garter." She shuddered at the memory of that. "I looked awful. Even Bob apologised when he saw what they'd done." "What did you do with the tape?" "Well I didn't trust the wedding video people with it, so I took both the tapes to an editor friend of mine. I swore her to secrecy and then got her to make a half decent video using the best of theirs and the worst of yours. Sally told me that you loved me too." "What do you mean?" "She said, 'I don't know who shot the second video, but it's obvious that they love you a very great deal.' I told her that I knew that now, but that she'd have to swear never to tell anyone. I didn't tell her who you were. I said you were a friend of the family." "Okay." "Anyway I put the tape in a safe-deposit box. Bob was really pleased with the final video. He said if you ever came back, he'd help you start again as a wedding video maker. He thought you'd make a fortune." I chuckled a bit at that. "He may have been right as long as the bride was always you. I don't think my heart would have stood going through that more than once, though." Alice pulled herself from my arms. I groaned in despair as she left them. "I don't know how I feel about you, Charlie. I spent months convinced that you bore me a hatred so deep that you could barely bring yourself to stay in the same room as me. And then I discover that it's a love so great that you nearly died of a broken heart when I married someone else." I tried to demur. "Herb was really worried about you when you first arrived. He makes out that he's bluff and jovial and that it's Marcie who is the perceptive one - and she is perceptive. But Herb is almost as observant and they both felt that you were on the edge when you came here. Do you know what he told me, when we'd straightened everything out?" I shrugged. How could I? "He said, 'For the first month or so, every day I came in and saw him in his cubicle, I gave thanks that he hadn't killed himself the night before.'" "I thought about it. A lot. But if I'd done it I'd never have seen you again for certain." "I'm glad you didn't." "Can I kiss you?" She nodded and I kissed her gently. There was electricity there, and stars. I slipped the tip of my tongue against her lips and she opened hers. Gently, oh so gently, I explored her lips with my tongue and then her tongue tip played with mine and the stars became supernovae. I groaned and the sound seemed strange to me, but then I realised that she was moaning too. An eternity passed, filled with just the feel of her lips and the sensation of her tongue on mine. Eventually I pulled back. I tingled all over. I looked at Alice, she was flushed and her eyes sparkled. "Please tell me that you felt that too?" In answer I kissed her again. This time it was different, but no less electrifying. Where before we were exploring unknown territory, now we were claiming the land for our own. She moaned into my mouth, or was it the other way round? I couldn't tell. I pulled her to me and then leant her against the back of the settee. I left one hand stroking the nape of her neck and sent the other one on an exploration of her body. Skimming it over her breasts, her arm, her side, her thigh and the swell of her buttocks. Everywhere I touched I felt electricity. I was on fire. We pulled back and stared at one another. I spoke first. "It's never felt like this before. If we're going to stop, it has to be now. If I kiss you again, I just don't know if I could stop." Alice was silent and then she stood up. She slipped her arms from her dress and let it fall to the floor. Apart from thigh-high stockings and a pair of lacy panties she was gloriously naked. "If you don't take me to bed and make love to me, I may have to kill you." She held her hand out to me. I took it and we walked hand in hand to my bedroom. I started to undress but she wouldn't let me, preferring to do it herself. While she was doing that I managed to slip her panties off. When we were both naked she stroked me all over, moaning continuously, or maybe it was me? Once more I couldn't tell. I pulled her to me and we sank entwined onto the bed. Her nipples seemed to leave burning tracks as they grazed down my body. I felt the heat and wetness of her mouth as she sucked on my erection. "Oh God Alice. I can't last long." Almost as soon as the words had left my mouth I could feel my orgasm starting. She could feel it too and she speeded up her action, her mouth never once leaving me. I came so hard I felt like I was turning inside out. I lay back exhausted. Alice licked her lips and slithered back up my body. "Mmmm! Someone needed that." "That wasn't premature ejaculation. That was three years of foreplay!" She laughed, full throated and sexy. It was my turn. I kissed my way to her breasts and sucked and nibbled each nipple in turn. While my mouth dealt with one breast, I gently rolled the nipple of the other with my hand. Once both nipples were as erect as they could be, I moved myself between her legs and once more I kissed, licked and nibbled her breasts and nipples, but then I moved my focus between her breasts and licked my way down her breast bone and over her stomach. She giggled and groaned as I poked my tongue into her sweet navel, revelling in the saltiness of the perspiration that had gathered there. Soon it was time to move on and I kissed my way over the hair covering her mons and began to insinuate my tongue between another pair of lips. I swirled my tongue around her opening, teasing the sensitive inner lips and enjoying the taste of her feminine oils. She tasted fresh and slightly spicy. I began to concentrate on her clitoris, sucking gently and teasing it with the tip of my tongue. With my head trapped between her thighs, I could faintly hear the groans that I was eliciting. I began to torment her in earnest. I slipped first one and then two fingers into her pussy and felt around for the slight change in texture that signified her G-spot. I heard the sounds signifying my success as she cried out in pleasure. Her pussy gripped my fingers spasmodically as she became rigid. I tried to carry on with what I was doing but she reached down and dragged me up to face her. "Fuck me now, Charlie! Oh God fuck me. I need you to fuck me" Her demands trailed off into incoherent moans as I slipped into her. The heat and the tightness were exquisite. Even with the blowjob, she had me on the edge from the first thrust. Her head thrashed wildly on the pillow and her hips jerked upwards to meet me on every down stroke. All the while she chanted. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" I felt myself getting close and bent forward to kiss her. I thrust my tongue into her mouth in synchronisation with my hips. Then I disengaged my mouth and whispered to her between my panting breaths. "Cum for me Alice. I want to see Alice cum. Is Alice going to cum?" "Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh God. Oh fuck" And then we came, crying out together and collapsing together. I rolled so we were on our sides, but we remained connected, facing each other. There was silence apart from the sound of our breathing as it slowed to a more normal rate. Alice opened her eyes and stared at me like I was some sort of alien. "What is it?" "Are you sure you're not some kind of sex God or anything? Jesus Christ al-fucking-mighty Charlie. If it gets any better than that, I'm going to die." It was my turn to laugh, which I did, long and hard and loud. As I laughed I felt my spirits lift in a way I hadn't felt for several years. Alice joined me and her convulsions did interesting things to my penis, which was still half-hard within her. She felt me grow hard again. "Oh Charlie." We stayed as we were and I thrust into her gently, just wanting her to feel the movement and savour it. We stared into each other eyes and I watched as they clouded with arousal, as she did with mine. After a long while, we came together, our gazes still locked on each other. "I love you Alice." "I love you too." "Stay with me?" "Always." She fell asleep in my arms. I could feel myself drifting off too. This night, the same as every night since I'd met her, I fell asleep with her face before my eyes. Unlike every other time, I knew that I wouldn't dream of her tonight. Who needs dreams when the real thing would be waiting for me in the morning, tomorrow and for the rest of my life? -Fin- -- http://www.asstr.org/~arty

Helen by Arty "Bitch!" "Jerk!" I bit back a further, more intemperate, response and turned away from my tormentor. On the tip of my tongue was a statement about her total lack of intelligence, humour and humanity; I suppressed it, not because of any feeling for her, but because I knew it would be followed by comments about her parentage and there was no way I could say things like that our mothers were very close friends. The effort of doing so caused me to grind another layer of enamel from my teeth. Our exchanges were legendary for their ferocity, but we'd both been warned that the next time we got out of hand, we'd both be suspended; another reason for me to stop this. I stalked away from Helen, her taunts ringing in my ears. One day soon, I promised myself; one day she'd make a mistake and someone other than her cronies would see that she was a harridan who always initiated our altercations. Unfortunately her timing was exquisite in that respect and the authorities only ever seemed to witness my retaliations, and only when they had escalated to point of total unreasonableness; I'd lost count of the times that I'd been caught screaming obscenities at her. She seemed to take an unholy delight in goading me to the point of where I totally lost it; I hated her. "Jesus, Andrew! What the hell are you playing at?" "She just gets to me, I can't seem to help it." "You know what would've happened if someone'd seen you?" "Yeah, yeah. I know; it's just not fair. Why is it always me that gets caught?" "'Cause you're stupid." "Yeah?" "Yeah!" "Sez who!" "Sez me!" "What makes you so clever then?" "Standing next to you." After the carefully scripted lead-in, I threw a mock punch at Simon and we fell into our well-worn stunt fighting routine. A few interested spectators gathered at the prospect of a fight, especially between two 6th formers, but they drifted away when the realised that it was only us. We stopped after a while, breathing hard and grinning like maniacs. "Ooooo look at the ickle, wickle boys, play fighting like puppies. It's so adorable." The over-cutesy tones of Helen washed over me and instantly the euphoria of the moment faded. I opened my mouth to respond, heedless of the playground staff converging on us. "Piss off, Helen!" Simon got in first and dragged me away. "What's going on here?" The sarcastic tones of Mr. Brown, the deputy head, enquired of us. "Just a bit of amateur dramatics, sir." Simon was still pre-empting me. Helen smiled over-sweetly at the Deputy Head. Shit, she looked like an angel; it was a pity she was such poisonous bitch on the inside. Mr. Brown looked at her for confirmation. "Is that so?" "Oh yes, sir. Just another lesson from the Simon and Andrew school of play fighting. You know how it is, sir: boys will be boys." Helen simpered at the hapless Mr. Brown; he was so blinded by the airhead princess act, that he failed to see the bitchiness hovering beneath the surface. "Careful, Helen, your spite is showing." I muttered to myself. "You said something Andrew?" "Me, sir? " I was saved from further embarrassment by the sound of the bell calling us to registration. For 6th-formers, registration was something of a formality, but Mr. Brown had to go. With a standard admonishment to stop behaving like year 7s - we were nearly eighteen after all - he left us. I had only free periods this morning, I could have stayed at home, now I regretted coming in. At least if I'd stayed away I wouldn't have had to deal with 'the poisonous bitch from hell' first thing. "Come on, before she goads you into doing something really stupid." I let myself be pulled towards our registration room. How had I got to this point? How could somebody hate me that much? Not for the first time I tried to think of something specific that I had done to her to make her dislike me so much, but, as usual, I drew a blank. I suppose I could have just asked her. I smiled bleakly - yeah like that was ever gonna happen. "Penny for 'em." "Just wondering why she hates me so much." I knew it was just me that put her into 'poisonous bitch' mode, the rest of the school thought she was the greatest thing since sliced bread. And before you ask it wasn't just jealousy on my part either, I was pretty popular myself. That was part of the problem: she was head-girl and I was head-boy. I had no choice but to interact with her. On days like today I felt like resigning "Personality clash." Simon's interjection broke my train of thought. "What is?" "You and Helen, it's like you're oil and water or something; you're never gonna mix. Like I said: personality clash." "I suppose." "You know I'm right. Anyway, I don't think it's anything you've done, it's just the way things are." "Whatever you say, Herr Doktor Freud." "Ahh shaddap!" Simon continued talking about some girl he'd met last night at the pub, I tuned him out and thought about what I was going to do about Helen .oOo. Our very first meeting had been less than auspicious, sometimes I wondered what would have happened if things had been different. People talk about love at first sight and, if that's true, what about its polar opposite: hate at first sight? It had certainly felt like it at the time. .oOo. "Whatcha doin?" I looked up to see some unknown girl staring down at me. I estimated that she was nine or ten, but I wasn't really interested. I ignored her and hoped that she would just go away. My hopes were dashed. "I said, 'watcha doin?'" This statement was accompanied by the feel of her foot kicking at the exposed soles of my shoes as I sat, legs straight out in front of me leaning back against an old oak tree. She emphasised each word with a gentle kick to my foot. I sighed. "Reading. Go away and leave me alone!" I wasn't normally this brusque, even at 10 years old I was expected to be polite to strangers, but I'd spent all morning at the beck and call of my mother and my two sisters and I was desperate to read the last few pages of 'HMS Ulysses'. The book had been hard going at first, but now I'd got into it I was revelling in the description of the fateful last journey of a second-world war destroyer as it protected a north Atlantic convoy. The girl didn't seem to be bothered by my rudeness and responded with a further question. "Watcha reading?" "A book. Go away, willya?" I refused to look up and tried to ignore her presence. I attempted, once more, to imagine the cold and the deprivation, the humour and the courage that Alistair Maclean had somehow managed to communicate to me "Oww!" The feel of someone pulling my hair, rudely interrupted my trip to Scapa Flow. "What was that for?" "I asked you what you were reading." "Go away!" "Shan't!" I stood up and stormed across the field, back to the footpath that followed the river - well more of a large stream really - that would lead me back home. Perhaps I could hideaway in my bedroom "Hey, give it back!" "I only want to see what it is." "You've seen. Now give it back." Who was this girl? And why wouldn't she leave me alone? I made a grab for the book. In the resulting melee we both slipped and fell into the stream. "Shit! Now look what you've done!" We stood up - the water was only ankle deep after all - and squared off. I was cross. I was wet and in no mood to take prisoners. "What I've done? You nicked my book and wouldn't give it back and now it's my fault that we're in the stream!" I paddled downstream and picked up my sodden paperback as it floated away from us. "Look what you did to my book, you you you bitch!" Her face turned white at my last comment and for a fraction of a second I thought she was going to faint. Then her cheeks flushed with anger and her hands balled into fists. I knew, even at the tender age of ten, that in any fight with a girl the boy is always to blame, so I scrambled out of the water and ran off towards my home, ignoring the taunts of my tormentor and squelching with every step. I never did finish the book either. .oOo. It all seemed to go downhill from there; every time that we had met after that first disastrous occasion she was prickly and defensive, always ready to find fault or read an insult into an otherwise innocuous comment. After a while I began to dread the times when my mother and her mother would get together for coffee, because I knew that at some point, somehow, I'd be manoeuvred into doing something for which I'd be punished. By then I knew that she hated me for some reason and it's hard not to react to something like that, especially when you're ten or eleven and not particularly fond of girls in the first place. .oOo. "Andrew, play nicely with Helen, please, for me?" I looked at my mother with something like horror on my face and in my mind. Why did she have to come here? Every time we were together she got me into trouble. I tried to explain what I was feeling. "Mum, she hates me." "No she doesn't, Alice says she's very shy." Shy! I'd never noticed any shyness myself; just the right amount of nastiness, calculated to goad me into doing or saying something that would get me punished. I tried again, hating the desperate pleading that added a whining edge to my voice. "Please mum, do I have to?" "Yes, now stop moaning. Go and get yourself cleaned up before they get here." I shambled disconsolately up the stairs and into the bathroom. I turned on the taps and splashed the water loudly in an effort to fool my mother into believing that I was doing as I was told. I held the soap under the water to get it wet, and then I rinsed my hands and dried them. I wondered why I did this - it was almost as much trouble to fake washing my hands, as it was to actually wash them. I shrugged to myself and the beginnings of maturity took hold as I decided that next time I'd just do as I was told. Even so I wasn't going to hold still for another afternoon's torment at the hands of Helen, so a sneaked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I heard my mother's voice as she welcomed Helen and her mother and then she called up the stairs. "Andrew, Helen's here come downstairs and look after her." Frantically I looked around for a means of escape and then I spied the window, left open to air out the room. Knees shaking from excitement and fear I climbed onto the windowsill and out onto the roof of the ground floor extension that had been built onto the room below mine. I could hear my mother shouting up the stairs. "Andrew, come down at once and stop being silly." That decided me I ran the two or three steps to the edge of the roof and jumped. About six feet from the edge of the extension my Dad had terraced the garden. I knew, intellectually, that with the raised bed the difference in height between the extension roof and the garden was only four feet or so and I could jump down that far without any real risk. But knowing a thing and believing it enough to actually do it were two different things and up until now I'd never had the courage, or the motivation, to try it. The sound of Helen running up the stairs shouting, "it's all right Mrs. Jones I'll fetch him." Was motivation enough and I hit the ground running. Without stopping to think, and frantic to get away I vaulted over the fence at the back of the garden and onto the footpath that separated our garden from the one behind us. Putting my head down I sprinted as fast as I could away from the house, away from Helen and away from a couple of hours of torment. I had a wonderful afternoon playing with my best friend Simon. It didn't stop me from getting punished when I got home though. I didn't mind, this time I'd got some enjoyment out of being naughty. .oOo. The flames danced in the grate and I glanced at the clock a couple of hours before we were together again. I was still amazed at our need for closeness even after twenty-five years; perhaps it was a reaction to the fact that we couldn't stand to be in the same room as each other for so much of our childhood. .oOo. "For God's sake Andrew you're eighteen and should be old enough not to get into these childish squabbles!" The head looked at me with exasperation bordering on crossness. The latest fight with Helen had escalated to the point of me breaking a desk in my frustration. Since - as always - Helen had managed to escape detection of her needling me, my reaction to her final, apparently innocuous, comment was seen as entirely without justification and, in the ordinary way of things, grounds for suspension at the very least. I looked up and met her gaze, shamefaced. I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat as I said what I had to say. "I'm sorry Mrs. Parkin." I swallowed again, "I must ask you to accept my resignation as head-boy," The words caught in my throat, this was a much harder thing to do than to think it. I tried again, "I'm obviously not able to control myself and that can't be a good thing for someone in my position." The head stared at me as if I was some sort of Martian. "I wasn't going to ask it of you, Andrew. But perhaps that might be best. However say nothing to anyone yet, before I have a chance to discuss it with the staff and Governors." I nodded and stared disconsolately at the floor and flushed with shame as I realised that my eyes were wet with unshed tears. I don't know what hurt more the thought that Helen had won - finally, or that I would be the subject of ridicule and derision as the first head-boy to behave so badly that he had to resign. Angrily I scrubbed at my eyes with the heels of both hands. "You may go." I turned to leave, "Remember, say nothing to anyone." I nodded my acknowledgment, unable to speak and left her office. I felt, rather than heard, the suppressed excitement of the crowd that had gathered at the bottom of the steps outside the main entrance. Various comments floated, out of context, up from the general hubbub. "Jesus, is it really her?" "Cor! She's got a nice pair!" "I think she's a slut!" I paused at the bottom of the stairs and was surprised to find myself largely ignored. I'd expected to have to turn away questions about what was going to happen to me, but apart from a vague acknowledgement of my presence, no one asked me anything. Instead an anonymous hand shoved a tabloid newspaper into my hand folded to show the naked form of beautiful teenager. The headline screamed 'Teen Tarts Turn Tricks for Treats'. The alliterative headline told me nothing about the story but it seemed to be the start of a series of stories about teenage schoolgirls who were part-time prostitutes for pocket money. The picture that illustrated the piece grabbed my attention, not because she was naked - which she was - but because of the barely suppressed horror in her face. It was Helen. Some anonymous voice jeered. "Bet you're glad to see that she's not so high-and-mighty now?" A chorus of agreement arose at the comment. It made me angry, were they blind? Couldn't they see the wrong that had been done to her? I had to say something; my silence was being taken for agreement. "Shut the fuck up!" I rarely swore so vehemently and the shock of my profanity quietened the crowd. "Listen to yourselves. You have no idea how this picture was taken. Can't you see how frightened she is in it?" The silence stretched out and I turned from them in disgust and walked away. I still carried the newspaper and chucked it in the litterbin at the end of the school drive as I passed it. I couldn't go home feeling like this and, almost without thinking I made my way to the stream. I heard her before I saw her. Sobbing. I stopped walking - I knew who it had to be - there was no way that she would want to see me, so I turned as silently as I could and started home. As I reached the corner of the footpath that would take me out of sight of the clearing I looked back and saw Helen standing watching me leave, a strange look upon her face. The 'phone rang almost continuously that evening and late into the night. Many acquaintanceships were ruined before the night was over, as I was brusque to the point of rudeness with anyone who attempted to gossip about Helen. I didn't sleep well and my dreams were filled with the vision of her, naked. Morning came far too quickly and I crawled out of bed and into the bathroom feeling like death warmed up. I was not looking forward to morning assembly and the inevitable announcement of my resignation. I groaned silently to myself as I realised that I hadn't told mum that I'd screwed up again. I swallowed the toast that I was chewing having difficulty as the thought of her disappointment brought a lump to my throat. The doorbell rang and I joined Simon for the walk to school. We walked in silence; I couldn't talk about my resignation and he couldn't talk about Helen, I'd made that clear last night. That left us with little to talk about but inconsequential stuff, like the weather and we'd long ago got past the stage of inane chatter. A knot of girls attracted our attention. They were jeering at someone. I felt my stomach churn; it could only be Helen who was the subject of the taunts. I broke into a run and left Simon behind, dumbfounded at my behaviour. Bullying of any sort made me see red at the best of times, but this, somehow, was worse. "Stop it! Leave her alone!" I thrust myself through the melee heedless as to who I injured in my haste to reach her. The crowd lessened as it became clear that others in authority had noticed them and almost before I reached the sobbing girl the majority of the taunting crowd had left. Now that I had reached her I was at a loss at what to do next. "We should get her home, she can't go to school like this." Simon spoke quietly in my ear. He was probably right, but I knew that Alice worked in the mornings and wouldn't be home until lunchtime. I made a decision. "Go to school and tell Mrs. Parkin what's happened and I'll take her home. I'll stay until her mum gets home. I have a free period anyway, so I didn't need to come in first thing anyway." "Are you sure?" "Yeah." "Only they way you and she are together" Unbelievably it hadn't occurred to me! "Oh, Christ you're right. You stay with her. The last person she'll want to be with is me" "It's it's OK, if you don't mind staying until mum gets home" Helen sobbed out this surprising statement. "Simon will stay with you, if you'd rather?" Helen shook her head and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke. "Some of those girls were my friends. If that's friendship I'd rather be with someone who hates me!" As she spoke I could see the return of some of her fire; unaccountably, this cheered me. Simon and I exchanged shrugs and he set off for school as Helen and I walked slowly back towards her house. I snagged her bag that she had dropped when she had first been surrounded and we walked in silence. I reflected on the two silences, I mean silence was silence wasn't it? So how could the silence, between Simon and me, have been comfortable and the silence now, be so fraught with discomfort? It was a mystery. I looked up to see Helen staring at me, a question in her face. "What?" I suppose I spoke more sharply than I intended as she flinched as if I'd slapped her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. I didn't get much sleep last night. It makes me grumpy; still that's no excuse, I don't suppose you got much sleep either. So, what did you want to ask me?" "Why are you being so nice to me?" "I'm a nice guy." "Not to me you aren't!" My angry retort died on my lips as I struggled not to fall into the same old pattern. "You're right, I'm not. But I can't stand to see anyone being bullied especially when" I stopped, I was about to tell her how I thought she was being coerced in the newspaper photograph, but the last thing she needed right now was to know that I'd seen the picture. "Especially when, what?" "It doesn't matter, it'd only make you feel worse and you don't need that right now." We reached her front door and she fumbled in her schoolbag for the key, she opened the door and let herself in. I stood, waiting as she went into the house. After a minute or so she came back. "What are you standing there for?" "You didn't invite me in." "I thought you'd just follow me in." "I didn't like to presume, and I take other people's privacy very seriously. Mum drummed it into me when I was very small. Anyway, you need to invite me in." "Are you a vampire?" I looked up at the sun and then back at Helen and grinned. "Yeah, I'm a vampire I turn to dust if I get in the sunlight" She giggled and blushed, "Oh come in and stop hanging around my front door, people will notice." I followed her into the kitchen and watched her as she busied herself with the kettle and a couple of mugs. "Tea or coffee?" "Tea, please." "Milk? Sugar?" "Splash of milk and no sugar. Just stick a tea bag in the mug for me." "Good. I hate using the teapot I always put too much water in and then I have to wait for ages for the tea to brew and it always tastes stewed." She was about to pour the boiling water over my teabag and I stopped her. "Can you put the milk in first?" "Barbarian!" She smiled quickly to take the heat out of her insult and did as I asked. My dad swore that you couldn't taste the difference, but he hadn't caught me out yet. We sat in silence and I watched the second-hand sweep inexorably around the dial of the kitchen clock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her start to say something and then decide not to. The silence grew; again I reflected on the different quality of silences. Eventually even I grew uncomfortable and cast around for something innocuous to say. "It stops the milk from scalding." The non sequitur flummoxed her. "Pardon?" "Putting the milk in first. It stops the milk from scalding. Scalded milk makes the tea taste odd - well it does to me. Adding the hot water to the milk allows the milk to heat up slowly. Doing it the other way round heats the milk up too quickly. Of course you might like the taste of scalded milk, no accounting for taste after all." Yet another woman was staring at me as if I was some sort of alien being, it was becoming a habit. I ploughed on; might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb. "Anyway there's a reason for it - at least it's the one that I use, and it sounds plausible enough" More staring. "What?" "What?" "Do I have a strange growth on my face or something?" "What are you talking about?" "First Mrs. Parkin, and now you - staring at me as if I was some sort of weird alien or something, I mean." "Why was Mrs. Parkin staring at you?" "I'd just resign" Shit I'd promised not to say anything. "Sorry, I'm not supposed to talk about it." Helen looked stricken. "Look I'd better go, I'm not helping you by being here, I'll wait outside until your mum gets here and then I'll go." I could only guess at how she was feeling, I could see tears starting, and left rather than impose on her the indignity of me seeing her this vulnerable. I sat on the wall that fronted the front-garden and waited for Helen's mother to arrive. I hadn't long to wait, someone had obviously 'phoned her and she had left for home early. She was opening the car door almost before the car had stopped. "What happened? Where is she? Why aren't you with her? Have you upset her again?" The questions rattled from her with machine gun rapidity and she didn't wait for answers as she walked quickly to the front door and went in. I sat and contemplated what I should do now; I didn't see any point in going back into the house and so I set off back to school. There was a strange atmosphere of suppressed excitement about the place. It sickened me, how could they be so thrilled at the misery of another? I arrived in time to be informed of a special after school assembly to discuss 'recent developments' - as the school secretary so delicately put it over the school public address system. I found Simon playing darts in the 6th form centre. "She okay?" "Not really." "I wonder what the assembly is all about?" I shrugged my shoulders; unlike everyone else, I knew it could only be one of two things. "We'll found out soon enough." I could never understand the point of speculation about something that was going to be explained in the short term and about which we had no information anyway. The 6th formers, myself amongst them entered with the stragglers. Our natural curiosity tempered by the desire to appear cool and unconcerned. Before I could sit in my usual place - near the fire exit where I could make a quick get-away - Mrs. Parkin caught my eye and signalled me up on stage with her. Being head boy meant that I wasn't totally unused to being there, but it was still strange enough that I felt uncomfortable being the centre of attention. We were the only two occupants of the stage and I felt terribly exposed. Time to start imagining my audience naked. Trouble was the only person that I could imagine naked wasn't there I saw her sitting in the front row, red-eyed and trying not to be noticed. I caught her eye and tried to make a sympathetic face. I wasn't too successful as her friends Andrea and Elizabeth glared at me. Hardly surprising I suppose, I wasn't the most likely source of sympathy and support as far as they were concerned. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the Head speaking. "I've called this assembly in response to a request of the student council. They have received a petition to remove Helen as head girl and " This wasn't fair! I jumped to my feet and made my feelings clear, heedless as to whom I was interrupting. "What the hell were you lot thinking? Couldn't you see how horrified she was in that picture? Are you so bloody self-righteous that you're blind to the misery you're causing?" Mrs. Parkin glared at me, shocked that I would have the temerity to interrupt her. Oh well I wasn't going to be head boy much longer; I ploughed on anyway. "It's so easy to stand in judgement when your own records are so spotless, isn't it? I'm disgusted to be your head boy, if it weren't for the fact that I'd already resigned, I'd resign now!" I sat down and contemplated the possible results of my intemperate actions. I glanced up at Mrs. Parkin, who patted my shoulder and smiled at me. Now it was my turn to be shocked. My initial outburst had resulted in a stunned silence and there had been much shifting and squirming as I had poured out my contempt at what they had tried to do. The import of my final statement finally broke through and the hall erupted in a tornado of speculation. I looked up from contemplating my shoes and found myself looking at Helen. She was staring at me, with that strange expression and tears streaming down her face. I wondered at what had upset her; at least this time, I consoled myself, it couldn't have been anything that I had said. The head waited for the noise to die down. I wondered what she was waiting for and then during one of those inexplicable lulls that occur she shouted. "BE QUIET!" And the hall was suddenly so silent that all I could hear was the rushing of blood in my ears. "Now that I have your attention, I'll continue. There are two things that I have to say. Firstly, I am aware of the basis for the petition and I shall speak no more of it. There are two reasons for this: the first is that the matter is private and the second is that it is the subject of legal action both criminal and civil. Let me make it clear, speculation about this matter is contempt of court and offenders will be prosecuted. I'm satisfied that Helen is the victim here and I will not condone further victimisation. Is that understood?" With the rhetorical question ringing in our ears, she ripped the petition in half. "Secondly, It's true that Andrew has offered his resignation," she paused dramatically. "But the staff and the governors felt that we weren't going to accept it. And after his outburst just now it's nice to be able to render him speechless for a change." I continued to stare at the Head, while nervous laughter ran around the assembled throng. Mrs Parkin continued speaking. "That's enough excitement for one day. Dismissed." I sat, my thoughts in turmoil as I watched, without seeing, the hall empty. Mrs. Parkin patted me on the shoulder again as she left the stage and all at once I was alone with my thoughts. I was still not sure what had gone on. The adrenalin of my outrage had worn off and now I felt drained and tired. I slouched off the stage and tried to sneak out of the fire exit. Almost as soon as the door had close behind me and hence I had nowhere to escape to, I found myself to be the recipient of a fierce hug. I looked down to see who it was - okay I knew whom it was - I just couldn't believe it. There was no way I could extricate myself from Helen and truth be told, once the initial shock had worn off, I found myself liking it; very much indeed. I stroked her hair and made what I hoped were comforting noises. After a few minutes of this I felt her sigh and relax a little. "This very nice, unexpected, but very nice indeed. Has anyone ever told you that you give very good hug?" She giggled. I tried again. "Look, I don't want to spoil this, but why, Helen?" She tightened her grip on me again and spoke, "I'm not completely sure, it just feels right, take me somewhere quiet and we'll talk, okay?" She let go of me, but captured my hand in hers and we started walking away from school. It was obvious where we should go and I headed us towards the stream. The afternoon was drowsy and the quiet of the clearing was broken only by the sounds of the stream and the odd bee. I found my favourite spot and sat down. Helen sat down next to me and leant her head on my shoulder; once seated she took possession of my hand again, playing idly with my fingers, interlacing hers with mine. It felt good. "How did you know that this was my favourite spot?" "I didn't. This is my favourite spot." "Oh." I wasn't in any hurry and she was spot on, it did feel right when she was near me. Why hadn't I noticed before, just how damn gorgeous she was. Impulsively I dropped a kiss on the top of her head and inhaled the perfume of her hair. She shivered and goose bumps appeared on her arms. "What's happening here Helen?" "You looked so content, with your book." It took me a while to work out she was talking of the day that we first met, eight years ago. I bit back a question and let her continue. "You looked like a very young version of my dad, but nicer because he was always cross. Mum and I had just escaped from him and moved here. He hit my mom and sometime me, if I got in the way. He used to frighten me. I wondered if you would be like him, but I didn't think so, because you were quiet. And dad was never quiet like you were. So I tried to talk to you, to see if we could be friends." "But I'd just escaped a morning of chores and all I wanted to do was read my book." "He used to shout at mum and call her a bitch, then he would hit her. When you said it to me I knew I was going to be hurt, but you didn't. You ran away and it felt good to make you run away, it was like I was getting back at my father for all times he hurt mum and me and for the times he terrified me." I reflected how easy it was to get wrapped up in my own troubles, if only I'd let my mum or dad know what was going on, it would probably have been sorted out in next to no time and I'd have been spared eight years of fighting. "After a while it was obvious that the feeling was mutual and so I didn't feel bad about being nasty to you. I was like a junky, hurting you made me feel so much better, that I couldn't give it up." She held my hand to her lips and kissed it, I felt the wetness of tears on her cheek and I realised that she was crying as she spoke. I turned to look at her and she held my gaze. I watched as the tears rolled down her cheeks from eyes that were so terribly blue. Why hadn't I noticed how blue they were before? "I'm sorry, I should have tried to find out why you were doing it to me, but it always seemed easier to run away." "Why are you sorry? Christ, we were only ten! I could have stopped myself, I knew I was doing wrong, but I couldn't help it. Any time I felt bad about something all I had to do was be nasty to you and it made it all feel better. How sick is that?" She cried more profusely and there was nothing more to do, except hold her until she stopped. I zoned out a little as I revelled in the feel of her in my arms. The next thing I knew she was kissing me and I was responding. Her hands were frantic as the pulled at my clothes and it felt so right to be doing this, but I knew that now was not the time; not when things were so delicate and so much could go wrong. Cursing my altruistic self, I pulled away from her questing lips. "Helen, we can't do this now." "Don't you want me?" "Of course I do, but things are complicated enough for you, without you having to feel guilty about going too far, tomorrow." I pulled her back into my arms and cuddled her, "We need to get to know one another properly we have to let everyone get used to us. And we need to know if this is real." "Of course it's real. Despite all my years of tormenting you, you knew me well enough to know that the photographs weren't what they appeared to be and you stood up for me, even though you thought I hated you. Even my best friends had some reservations about me, but you didn't. As soon as I realised that, I knew that I couldn't hate you any more - you weren't my father and I knew something else," She turned at looked me in the eyes. "I love you." Those three words thrilled me to the core. Her eyes were pools of sapphire with depths that I would happily drown in. I could feel her breasts against my chest and her breath was soft on my cheek. I knew she meant it and I knew the feeling was mutual; eight years of torment were swept away with those three small words. "I love you, too." Her smile was dazzling and we laughed like maniacs: great cathartic gusts of laughter cleansing the years of discord and replacing them with love. Eventually we had to leave and we walked hand in hand from the clearing back home. "What are our parents going to say?" Helen smiled, "My mum will ask us when we are getting married." "Straight after we graduate. We'll buy the engagement ring soon and get engaged on your birthday." Helen looked at once surprised and content, "It's going to take me a while to get used to how much we think alike - I was just going to suggest that." And that's what we did. .oOo. Twenty-five years of marriage, the thought rolled around in my head as I sat and contemplated the flames. It seemed a long time when one thought about it like that, but it seemed like only yesterday that we were two newlyweds, facing the challenges of a life together. The sound of the key in the door startled me, even though I had been listening for it. I looked up from my seat on the settee as my wife of 25 years came into the sitting room. "Missed you." "Missed you too, sorry I was late, I had to go out of town to get this." She passed me a bag with the name of a second hand bookshop emblazoned on the side. I kissed her in thanks and put my hand in to retrieve the book that was inside. "It's a first edition." She said in explanation. I stared in delight at the slightly tatty dustcover of Alistair Maclean's HMS Ulysses. "I thought it was about time I replaced the one that I ruined." I felt myself grow misty-eyed and hugged her ferociously. "Thanks, darling." I grinned at her. "Perhaps you'll let me finish it this time." And she did, eventually. -Fin- -- http://www.asstr.org/~arty

Title: Femme Tourment Author: Phoenix Arrow Part: 1 of 1 Keywords: F/F, oral, spank, inter, school, humil Redistribution: Only for personal, nonprofit use. Short Summary: White wife decides to finally live out her submissive teenage fantasy! ********************************************************* Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy! Phoenix Arrow - [email protected] More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ ***************************** "Femme Tourment" By Phoenix Arrow Carefully I tuck my children into bed, pulling the blankets over their shoulders and kissing their foreheads goodnight. Gosh they look like such angels laying there falling asleep. I stand above them for a moment watching their peaceful faces and begin to envy them. Their lives are so simply at this point, not like mine. Oh did I envy them. Turning off the lamp I slowly close the door behind me, careful not to make a sound. Moving down the hall I come upon my bedroom, where my wonderful husband lays fast asleep. I sigh contently at the sight, so glad I have a man like him. I truly am fortunate to have the family I have. To have a home like this, a wonderful car, and a good job. Yet... There has always been something missing. Something that I've secretly craved for a long, long time. Something that I can no longer go on without trying at least one time. With the most guilty of feelings I take my purse off the nightstand and carefully close the bedroom door. I make as little noise as possible as I move towards the front of the house. It takes a lot of courage to turn that knob, but I do. For twenty minutes I drive through the city. Even though I know where I'm going, I still feel lost. This is a big step I'm taking. Until now it had all been in my mind. My dreams, my fantasies. All safely tucked away in the back of my twisted brain since high school. Back when 'She' first stuck it in there. I was leaving my family behind, if only briefly, to finally realize the desires of that day so long ago. Turning the corner I instantly see them. Young hardly dressed women of the night walking up and down the street. White, Asian, Black, or Hispanic. All competing for the attention of the various dark tinted cars passing along their sides. I remain at the corner, my car running idle as I stare at the women, looking for the one I'm here to see. "Last chance", I whisper to myself. I still didn't have to do this. As much as my cunt was begging to push the car forward my brain was pleading for me to turn the wheel around. To go back to my kids, my husband, my home. To be a normal woman who didn't need to act out her panty drenching fantasies. I might have actually listened to my brain if I had not seen her a moment later. The dark complexion of the girl I had come to see was unmistakable. The girl who I had been watching walk up and down these streets for almost a month. The black girl I had chosen to abuse my body tonight like the black girl in high school never did. Turning off my brain, my foot presses on the gas. Rounding the corner I move the car closer and closer. I could clearly see she was wearing her typical street outfit. Micro skirt hugging her ass, tight pink tube top revealing every curve and bump of her breasts, and of course those shiny red high heels. I'm almost upon her when she finally turns my way and notices the green SUV rolling along side her. Pressing fully on the breaks, the car comes to a stop just as she taps on the passenger window. With one last deep breath I press it down. I can see the look of surprise when she sees who the driver is, clearly not expecting a woman. She takes a moment to look into the back seat to see if there is anyone else, then looks back at me. "Looking for a good time tonight Mrs?" I shyly nod my head, too nervous to know what else to do. She casually opens the unlocked door and gets in. I'm amazed that I've actually gotten this far, having a prostitute inside my car. The only question left to know is if she'd actually do what I ask once I tell her. If she can look past the odd nature of my request and satisfy what I crave from her. "In here or someplace else?" I look at her dumbly, mentally too buzzed to react to her question. "You want to get your freak on in the car or someplace else?" "Someplace else." I whisper, gaining slightly my senses. "Ok, but your paying for the room as well." I nod, then allow her to direct me a couple blocks until we arrive at a modest looking motel complex. The whole time that I'm driving I can see her looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I can tell she's trying to figure me out and discover what game I might be playing. Why would this normal looking white woman in an SUV be requesting services from a girl like her? While she waited outside, I went into the lobby to get a room. The guy must have seen how nervous I was as my shaking hand signed for the room and took the key from him. Thankfully he didn't bother to ask of my troubles. Room #4 was what he had given to me. The girl was waiting right there beside me as I fumbled to unlock the door. By now she had lost her earlier curiosity about me and was impatiently waiting for me to get it all over with. For a brief moment I consider backing out, questioning the craziness of my actions. What was I doing here? Did I really need this black woman to satisfy my deepest, oldest, most perverse fantasy? Wasn't masturbation good enough anymore? Before pushing the door open, I look back one last time and see her pretty black face. No, masturbation just wouldn't do it for me any more. I was ever so nervous as she sat there on the bed in silence, studying me, trying to figure out if I was legit or just as crazy as I sounded. I couldn't stop from fidgeting as she stared at me from the corner of the bed, making me feel like such a fool. Who asks such things? This was wrong. "You want me to do what?" I knew she wouldn't immediately understand. It's so complicated, yet so childish. "I....want you to... (I took another watery swallow) ...Dominate Me!" Again she stared at me, probably trying to form a picture of my absurdity in her mind. It wasn't forming quickly enough. "Well, like how?" Gosh I was hoping she wouldn't ask too many questions. I just pay her and she'd dominate me. What's so hard to understand? "I want you to treat me....like....(I held my breath)...dirt!" A smile crept across her pretty young face. A smile that told me she liked what she was hearing, even if so strange. Then the smile turned to one of greater curiosity. "Why" "Oh please, must we discuss this? I'm willing to pay...." "Lady, its not every day that a fancy looking white woman with an SUV asks me to treat her like dirt. What's the catch?" Catch? This girl wants to know if there's a catch? Can't she just say yes? Can't she just agree to punish me like that black bitch in high school should have? "Either you tell me what you really are here for, or I'm out of here!" With that she got to her feet and made for the door. "WAIT!" I cried after her. I didn't get this close only to get denied. "Please don't go." She turned around and looked directly at me. "I....have this....fantasy..." "Yes?....." "Its about this girl I knew back in high school. A black girl." "Go on!" She raised an eyebrow of perked curiosity as I lowered my gaze to the floor shamefully. "Well, she and I...well...never really got along. You see she was one of the few black girls at the school at the time and well, my girl friends and I would made fun of her incessantly." "That doesn't sound very nice of you." She now looked a little perturbed. "Yes well....that's what young girls do to others who don't exactly 'fit in'." "You don't have to tell me lady. I've grown up hearing the shit you white women say behind our backs." A tingle went up my spine at those words. I was getting slightly worried that I might offend her. Yet the look in her eyes told me I better continue explaining myself. "I...I think I may have been the worst to her. I was always one of the first girls to start something up, making fun of her hair, her cloths, her face, her background..." "And she just took it? She never tried to get back at you?" I could definitely sense the anger in her voice. "No, never. Until one day that is." The young prostitute slowly made her way back to the bed where she sat on its edge, now apparently ready to here the real reason why we were both here. She looked at me with renewed interest. "It happened on a day that I was particularly nasty to her. My friends and I just couldn't leave her alone in one of our classes and I could tell she was both miserable and angry at us for doing so. Yet as naive as I was, I thought nothing of how enraged we were actually making her. I should have seen it coming, but I simply wasn't prepared for what she had planed after school." I could see that she was now very much interested in my story. "Usually my two best friends and I headed home through the fields at the back of the school. We lived not too far from there and it was usually a rather quick walk. I guess she knew we'd be going through there again that day." "And? Did she finally teach you bitch's a lesson?" Another shiver went through my body. I knew what the answer to her question was. I've thought about it for all of my adult life. "No, she didn't!" The whore just sat there looking at me, waiting for more explanation. "Later that day, as we rounded the corner of the school, she surprised the three of us from behind. All I heard was my name being shouted, and by the time I finished turning around, a black hand had hit me HARD across my face. I saw stares as I stumbled back. The next thing I knew I was being pushed hard against a wall, her face inches away from mine. Both my friends were cowering on their knees, their cheeks red as well." A defiant smile went from ear to ear on the black prostitute, obviously approving of the actions taken thus far by the black heroin in my story. "I tried to fight her off, to push her away from me. But after several more slaps, I had tears in my eyes and was totally powerless. When I felt her fingers around my neck, my attention was completely hers." "What else did she do?" "Not much else physically. She simply held my neck tightly in her hand as she berated me. Cursing my friends and I, calling us horrible horrible names." "Tell me what she called you girls." "She...called us.....Stupid White Racist Cunts! The whore nodded approvingly. I just knew my checks were red with shame. "By the time she was done yelling, she had thoroughly assured that I would NEVER bother her again. Releasing my neck from her grasp I fell to my knees where she spat on me before storming off past my friends. "AND?" "And I never bothered her again." I could see the look of disappointment in her eyes. She, like I, clearly hoped that there would be more to the story. "So tell me lady. Why are we both in this motel room tonight?" "Because...well...when I had fallen to my knees, my...I mean...I was....wet!" She just continued staring at me, not a change in her expression. "And...my nipples were...hard!" Still no look of change in her face. "Ever since, all I have ever thought about was that day. Her fingers around my neck with her face inches from mine, her voice pounding into my ears, my friends in tears on the floor. Gosh did she seem so powerful, so dominant over me. I felt so weak, so pathetic, so....helpless before her. Ever since I've dreamed, no...masturbated to the thoughts of what if. What if she'd decided to truly teach me a lesson for being a....'Stupid racist white cunt'? What if she would have punished me like I've fantasiesed all these years? What if? That is why I am here with you tonight. I want you to punish me like she never did." I looked pleadingly at her, breathless form the pouring of emotional words I had just given. Yet her face the whole time remained unchanged, unmoved. For a minute we both stared at each other. I was getting very nervous. Surely she must think I am crazy. Surely she must realize the perverse nature of my request. What woman would want another to abuse her, black or white, money or for free? Finally a smirk came over her gorgeous face. "Take off your blouse." I held my breath for a moment. Did she just want me to take it off? Did this mean she was actually agreeing to do it? The stern look on her face instinctively brought my hands up to my buttons. The whole time I was unbuttoning all I could do was look at her, trying to gain a hint of what she was thinking. My blouse fell away and landed by my feet on the floor. Her eyes immediately centering upon my bra covered chest. "Remove it." With an electric sigh I reached back and unclasped my bra from behind, pulling it forward and letting my pale white breasts fall free. Instantly a sly smirk appeared on her face as she gazed the size of my tits. For the first time since high school, I was feeling helpless before a black woman. I allowed the bra to fall from my hands. Never taking her eyes off my chest, she rose from the bed and slowly moved towards where I was standing. By now I was distinctly trembling before her. A moan escaped my lips when her warm, soft hands cupped both fleshy orbs. I freely admit how nice it felt to be fondled this delicate way. Closing my eyes I passively stood there as I let her play with them, feeling her fingers roam, before finding their way to the center of each breast, to the rock hard nipples I knew were begging for attention. Gosh did I need this. Even with out the fantasies, I so needed it. "Four hundred dollars." I opened my eyes and looked at her. I had almost forgotten about this part, the negotiation. As her fingers tightened around each nipple, I was hardly in any position to disagree with her price. Numbly I nodded my head. "You're crazy you know that?" Again I numbly nodded my head. I surely was. Letting go of my nipples she walked back to the edge of the bed and retook her seat upon it. "First you pay! I don't want you complaining afterwards that I was too hard with you." I quickly made my way over to my purse across the room. I wanted this to begin as soon as possible. As I moved my breasts jiggled quite comical I'm sure. Reaching down I picked my purse up off the chair and opened it, pulling out four crisp hundred dollar bills. Walking back over to her she took them from my hand. "You know I will never understand you white women," she said mockingly as she held the bills up to the light, checking if they were real. "always acting as if you're the top of the gene pool," She placed the bills into her top, between her dark cleavage. "only to show up here begging to get...." She paused in mid sentence, for the first time noticing the trembling of my body. She could see how nervous I really was. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked, for the first time with a hint of compassion. I pleadingly nodded my head, looking her straight in the eyes. I needed this more than she knew. With a sigh of indifference she told me to put my hands behind my head. My stomach was actually jerking with my failed attempts to breath normally. It was finally, actually happening. All my fantasies, all my dreams, I was finally going to live them. With my hands clasped above my neck, my breasts lifted towards her. "Beg!" I blink several times at her. Beg? But...but I was paying her? "Please, don't make me." I whimpered, realizing how much more embarrassing it would be to do so. "No begging, no playing!" I looked back to her face, a small tear collecting in my right eye. "Please....Mistress, will.....you...." "MISTRESS? HAH, no one has ever called me that before. I like it, say it again!" "Please Mistress, will you kindly......punish me?" I looked down at my chest at the two white swaying orbs. The same two orbs my husband loves to fondle and caresses. The same breasts I've always been proud of. The same two tits that I was now offering to the hands of a twenty something black prostitute. "Punish what Lady? What of yours would you like me to have punished?" There was no longer any reason to hide pretenses. I was paying her to abuse my body, and it was time to tell her to do exactly that. "My TITS Mistress! Please punish them!" I heard a giggle escape her lips. "But they are such pretty white things. Why would you want to make them all red and sore?" "Please, just hurt them!" I couldn't believe I was actually begging this much for it. Didn't she have four hundred dollars in her top for her trouble? "Not until pretty white lady tells me why she wants a black whore to smack her cute little titties!" "Because....because..." "Because?" "BECAUSE I'M A STUPID WHITE RACIST CUNT!" <SLAP!> The words just flowed out of my mouth magically. I didn't even think I had the guts to say them. Yet the moment I did, a gasp quickly escaped my lips as she struck my left breast with her open palm, totally unprepared for the stinging pain surging to my brain. She paused, allowing my breasts to finish jiggling about on my chest. I always knew the breasts were sensitive, but.... <WHACK> This time, my right breast jiggled about as I bit my lower lip. "Please, more!" I croaked. <SLAP>....<SLAP> The left, then the right breast went swaying as she delivered two equally forceful blows. I instinctively dropped my hands over my trebling tits, bringing them into my chest. I tried to rub the soreness out of them, but they still stung painfully. My paid tormentress sat patiently until I again placed my hands behind my head, offering my reddening tits for more of her punishment. "Is this what's supposed to happens to racist white bitches when they cross black women? Are their big white titties supposed to get slapped to teach them a lesson?" I numbly nodded my head. <WHACK><WHACK><WHACK><WHACK> I moaned painfully as my knees grew weak. I struggle to remain standing with my hands behind me. The pain was unreal, but boy did I ever feel so alive! <WHACK><WHACK><WHACK><WHACK><WHACK> Tears were streaming down my cheeks as my tits flew every which way in tune with her swatting hands. The weight on my chest constantly shifting from the heavy abuse. I managed to close my eyes and imagine myself once again on that field. My friends on the grass in shock and tears, watching the hated black bitch grasping my neck against the wall, her hands coming across my exposed chest, teaching me the lesson I never got. "Is this what you wanted? <SLAP> Is this what you wanted that rebelling black girl to give you? <WHACK> To humiliate you in front of your friends by smacking your fluffy white titties till you cried for more?" "YES MISTRESS!!!" <WHACK><WHACK><WHACK><WHACK> I simply couldn't take anymore. The overwhelming pain finally over took me and with one final scream of despair I dropped my hands over my red sore tits and hunched over, falling to my knees in a torrent of tears. I must have been on the floor for a good few minutes, crying and rubbing my breasts for relief. The whole time she simply sat on the edge of the bed, inspecting her nails for any damage. After a couple more minutes, I was surprised by the feeling of her hand underneath my chin, lifting it up to look again into her eyes. We stared at each other for a moment, my crying reduced to irregular snivels by the time she finally spoke. "You deserve this don't you?" I nodded yes. "Stupid white bitch!" I nodded again. Still holding my chin, she leaned forward and kissed me passionately on the lips. I closed my eyes and allowed her tongue to flow into mine, enjoying its exploration of my mouth. My arms soon fall limply at my sides, again exposing my still pained tits. After about twenty seconds she pulled her face back and again looked into my eyes. "Has the stupid racist cunt learned her lesson yet?" I shook my head....no. Another cruel smile came over her face. "Over my knees!" Slowly I rose from the floor and made to crawl onto her lap, but she quickly stopped me. When she pointed to my skirt, I knew what she first wanted. With only a moment of hesitation, I began sliding my dress down to my shoes, allowing my panties to quickly follow. My shoes and socks came off as well, so that only my wedding ring remained on my body. I left it on as I carefully laid myself over her gorgeous black legs. I delighted in the feel of my belly sliding over them until my ass was right below her. My breasts pressed uncomfortably against the bed covers as I awaited her next punishing desire. But I would have to wait. While bracing for her swatting hand, it instead came to rest softly upon my cheeks. With delicateness only a woman can know, she began caressing my fleshing backside. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the gentle needing and gliding of her fingers, occasionally feeling her tickling nails on them. "Tell me baby girl, when white lady was being mean to that poor black girl from school, was she secretly getting turned on?" I didn't answer, not knowing exactly where this was coming from. "Answer me baby girl. Were you getting off every time you and your snobby white bitches made fun of her?" "Ye....yes...." <SLAP> I gasped from the surprise of it all. Her hand had swiftly and quietly rose from my ass and came crashing back down hard. I had no idea how she knew. How could she tell I got turned on making fun of that bitch back then? "I knew you did slut. I knew that white cunny of yours couldn't help but cream with power after humiliating a black girl. All you white women are the same, getting all hot thinking your better than us!" <SLAP!> "OWWW....Mistress I'm sorry..." <SLAP> "Shut up you pig! It's not your fault, it's in your blood. You can't help but be racist bitches. But that's the same reason why you got even hornier when she fought back wasn't it?" <SLAP> I moaned painfully into the bed. My lack of an answer was evidence enough to her question. It was all true. I was a pretty white girl and she had been a low class black girl. I was supposed to be better than she was. I was raised TO be better. Yet with my neck helplessly trapped in her hand, my friends powerless on the floor, I was at her mercy. This black girl could have had her way with me and that power washed me into submission. <SLAP> "It turned you on to have the tables turned. It got those tiny nubs all hard didn't it? It got that pink puss all moist and wet being showed up by a black girl? Right Bitch?" "YEESSSS MISTRESS!!!!" <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP> "But poor pathetic white lady wanted more didn't she? <SLAP> She wanted to be humiliated <SLAP> and abused <SLAP> and turned into a black girl's bitch <SLAP> Didn't she?" "Yes Mistress PLEASE! Please make me your bitch! Abuse me, humiliate me. I deserve it so much. Please!!!!!!" <SLAP><SLAP><SLAP><SLAP>..... I lost count of the number of swats on my once white ass. All I knew was that I was fully reliving the experience of my mind. I was totally back in time, back in high school, behind in the fields. I was being completely stripped in front of my friends, imagining my ass getting swatted over and over by the black girl the way I've dreamt about for years since. I didn't care that my ass was on fire, or that I'd probably regret what I was allowing. I didn't care that it was a barely legal black prostitute giving me my pain or my punishment. I DIDNT CARE! I had no idea when she actually stopped spanking my ass. I must have been kicking and crying on her lap for some time before I came to my senses. She had gone back to caressing my checks again. Despite being as soft and gentle as she had been earlier, my soar skin tingled in pain at every movement of her fingers, and I winced constantly. Then my eyes went wide as her fingers slide off my cheeks to between my thighs. Encouraging me to widen my knees she was soon pressing against my cunt lips and, for the first time, I could feel the cool air over its wetness. "This abuse really does turn you on doesn't it slut?" I hid my face in the sheets in shame. "Stand!" I quickly scurried off her knees, intoxicated by the powerful command in her voice. In a second I was standing before her, tits red and ass sore. "Spread your legs!" I did as I was told. She paused for a moment, waiting for me to do so. "Open your lips for me!" My fingers trembled as I reached down and spread my oily sex for my black Mistress. She leaned forward and examined me for a moment, staring into the pink displayed for her. Her eyes fixed upon my clit, proudly out for her to see as she lifted her right hand to it. I quivered as two fingers slid up along my wet lips before resting on my hot bud. As she began rubbing my sensitive sex organ, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the new wonderful sensations she was giving me. After a moment, her fingers were replaced by a thumb, the two fingers now entering into my very warm vagina. Before I knew it I was being fucked by her fingers right there in the middle of the room. I reopened my eyes and watched in awe as her fingers moved in and out of my cunny while her thumb teased my clit wild. I struggle to remain standing as she moved faster and faster, my knees growing weak while sweat collected on my forehead. My fingers desperately trying to hold my lips apart as hers jam faster and faster into me. Then at the worst possible moment, they suddenly stopped. A wave of frustration came over me as my eyes flew to hers for an explanation as to why my Mistress had stopped my pleasure. Her fingers were still inside me, but were no longer moving. "Fuck them Princess!" For a moment I didn't move, not realizing what she was trying to tell me to do. "Get that white ass moving! Fuck my fingers like the dumb bitch that you are!" I bent my knees and pushed her fingers deeper into me, then quickly straightened back out. In a few more seconds I was fucking my puss on her fingers for all I was worth, crying with renewed pleasure. Again I close my eyes and allow myself to imagine being in the back of the school. Both my friends now staring at me in shock and disgust as I passively lean against the wall while a black hand slips into the top of my skirt. The look of pleasure washing over my face as she dares to find my wet, submissive sex tucked safely away inside my panties. The look of absolute revolution on my friend's faces as I began to desperately fuck back. "Lady, you truly are pathetic you know that?" My eyes open again at her words, the illusion in my mind vanishing as I stare hungrily into her eyes. Gone were the images of school and friends. I was back to being a middle aged wife, fucking a black prostitute's slick fingers for four hundred dollars! I moaned as I fucked even faster, rapidly thrusting my hips along her dark fingers like the absolute fool that I was. Even when her thumbnail began to scratch tormentingly against my clitty I didn't dare stop. All I could do was moan and buck my way closer and closer to desperate release. Within another moment I had completely abandoned my attempts to hold my oily lips apart. Constantly they were slipping out of my grasp. Instead I shamefully brought one wet hand to my mouth and sucked my fingers while the other played with my still reddened tits. My legs felt as if they were on fire as the muscles in them worked to the point of collapse, thrusting my hips into her fingers. "Is this what white sluts do when they let loose? Do they get off fucking their dirty cunts against black women's fingers? Is this how you demonstrate your superiority to a black woman, by fucking their fingers and paying for it?" "YES MISTRESS!" "What are you?" This time there was no hesitation as I freely professed my degrading title: "I'm a Dirty Stupid White Racist Cunt!" Suddenly her fingers pulled out of my juiced cunt to allow for the flurry of pussy slappings that immediately followed. I let out a cry of inhuman pain as I desperately thrusted out my pelvis to meet her swatting hand. In seconds pain and pleasure completely washed over me as I collapsed to the floor squealing like a pig, my body shaking and convulsing like a mad woman. My Mistress just watched from the bed at the havoc she had caused my mind and body. The whole time it was with the widest grin. Don't even think of asking me how long I was cumming at her feet, only that it felt like the longest moments of my life. At some point I managed to regain my senses and got back to my knees before her. Despite the stinging pain in my tits, ass, and pussy, my entire face had a glow to it. Never had I orgasmed like that before, and I had never ever gotten this close to living out my deepest fantasy. At times I really felt as if I were back at school, being dominated the way I ever so wished I could have been. I beamed up at my Mistress for giving this to me and she smiled warmly back, acknowledging me. Yet her smile faded when she started to reach her arms forward to me. As she gently pressed her hands against my shoulders, I allowed her to be push me backwards until I was lying on my back. I passively laid there, watching as she stood and walked along to my side, until she was standing next to my resting head. Lifting one leg, she placed it over me and onto the other side of my face. Now I had no choice but to look up, past her pretty calves, past her cute knees, past her firm thighs, up her micro skirt where her dark hairless lips lay. I could just barely make out its outline and I realized it had never even occurred to me that she wouldn't have any panties on. She looked down at me for a brief moment, seemingly enjoying the stance she now had over me. Then unceremoniously she lifted her skirt up to her waist. For the first time in my life, I was looking at another woman's very wet sex. I could see it glistening above me as I looked at it as if I were in a trance. It took me a moment before I realized that she was lowering her hips to my face. I barely had time to think as my head was soon encased between her two strong black thighs. My eyes went wide when my lips pressed right against her sex lips. Instantly the smell of sex filled my nostrils. The smell of countless past customers filling my lungs. Her juices, which still managed to force their way past my closed lips, carried the faint taste of male seed. I moaned into her pussy for her to get off, fully realizing the depravity of my new position. "Open those prissy lips bitch. Stick that tongue up inside me." She ordered, yet my lips and tongue still didn't move. This wasn't what I had wanted. I didn't want to taste the filth that lay inside her. I was no longer thinking about my high school days as a snobbish white girl. I was totally focused on the fact that I was being asked to clean out a whore's used pussy! This isn't what I had paid her for. Reaching back, she took hold of my soar right breast and cruelly squeezed. "I said eat me you fucking dyke! Suck my pussy like the fucking white lez slut that you are!" I opened my mouth to scream from the pain surging from my tit and unknowingly allowed more of her tainted juices to flow into my mouth, coating my tongue and teeth. Yet I still didn't eat her, causing her to reach back her other hand to squeeze both my poor breasts even harder. With a muffled scream I darted my tongue out into her warm, moist hole desperate to stop the pain. Instantly she clenched her thighs hard around my head and encouraged my tongue. "Goooood girl. Good white girl. Clean that black pussy you love so much. Suck out all the nasties inside. Be a good little maid to my kitty cat." Having little choice in the matter I began to clean her used cunt. Despite my initial revulsion, I resolved myself to sucking the remnants of her former paying customers into my mouth. I could tell she was relishing every moment of this. Not every day does she have a white woman between her well fucked thighs, and tonight she was most likely living out her own dark fantasies at my expense, literally. All my attention was now centered on her cunt. I kind of lost myself as I did my best to satisfy her. Forgetting eventually how filthy the liquids pouring into my mouth were. Instead I tongued her folds and walls as she demanded. Every once in awhile she would reach back and slap my breasts to make me pay more attention. By the time she finally fell off my numb face, she had orgasmed three times, and my throat and belly were coated with stuff I really DONT want to think about. We both laid on the hotel room floor for some time, not moving a single muscle as we tried to regain our energy. I honestly don't think I could have talked if I wanted to, as my tongue lay slack in my mouth. The whole time her fingers lightly played with my still erect nipples as we panted next to each other. I'm guessing that due to her youth, she was able to regain her energy faster than I. I watched from the floor as she eventually stood, composing herself in only the way a prostitute could. Disappearing into the bathroom, supposedly to check her hair and make up, she soon came back out and looked at me for a moment, still lying on the cheap carpet floor. My face covered in her mixed juices, my soar pinkish breasts throbbing on my heaving chest. Turning towards the sofa, she caught sight of my purse resting on it and made her way to it. Opening it up, she ruffled inside for a moment. I wanted to say something to her, but couldn't. Finally she pulled her hand back out, clutching another two hundred dollars. "I think a tip is in order don't you Miss?" I said nothing, just watched as she stuffed the bills into her cleavage like before. We spent a few more hours together that night. Some of it was spent licking and sucking her toes as she rested on the bed, regaining her strength. She also enjoyed giving my butt yet another spanking before ordering me to fuck my clitty against her toes to orgasm. At first I felt like a complete idiot for doing it, but after a little bit I was fucking them like a complete slut. Of course I had to lick each toe clean again after I did. Despite being totally degraded and used by a prostitute, I have never felt so content and so alive as I did that night. Its not every day one gets to live out a childhood fantasy in such a fashion and this girl knew exactly what I wanted, some how. Eventually I made my way into the shower to wash up. When I came back out, she patiently waited for me to get dressed, enjoying the wincing of my face each time cloths touched a sore part of my body. Twenty minutes later we were back outside and in my SUV, heading towards her familiar street corner. The whole drive we didn't say a word to each other. When we finally arrived, she casually got out and closed the door behind her. Turning she look at me with that same evil smile, sending chills down my spine and centering in my pussy. I lowered the window. "I must admit you've been the easiest, and most enjoyable trick I've ever had." I didn't know whether to say thank you or not. "Waking up this morning, I never expected to get paid to abuse a white chicks body. But kudos to you babe. If you've got any fellow horny racist bitches you know of, by all means send them my way!" "Um....ok...." I seriously doubted any of my friends harbored my same degrading fantasies. Then again...." "What are you?" She commanded, still with the evil, seductive grin. I blushed as several other prostitutes took notice. "I'm...." "WHAT ARE YOU?" I look down at the passenger seat: "I'm a stupid racist white cunt!" Several of the other girls paused in mid-step as they no doubt heard my humiliating admission. But I didn't dare look at any of them, even after I heard a few giggles. "That you are baby girl, that you are. See you around lady." And like that she turned and strode off down the street looking for the next roaming car. That's all I really was to her, another trick. A second later my car turned the corner and she was out of sight. Less than an hour later I was back home. Back where no one would ever want to hurt me. Back in the place where love was free and unconditional. Back where black girls never dared enter to punish me. I was Home! Removing my cloths I carefully slipped beside my husband into bed, wrapping my arms around his sleeping body. My breasts ached as they pressed against his bare back, reminding me of how they got that way. A smile crept across my face and a tingling formed between my thighs before I fell into a blissful, content sleep. A sleep filled with new dreams of stupid racist white bitches getting exactly what they deserve by sexy black vixens. The End! Phoenix Arrow *********** All Comments are greatly appreciated, please send them to: [email protected] More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ Your encouragements keep me going :) ******* This work is copyright (c) 2003 by Phoenix Arrow. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. 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(Ff, Fdom, whip, obj, Hum) The Anti Slut By Phoenix Arrow Chapter 1 Let me tell you, at 25, I've got it all down packed. From the short skirts, to the revealing tops, to the ass swaying walk. I know how to tease men to insanity and that's exactly what I do at the office. I love the way I cause the men to salivate over my body, it seems so devilish. Most of it is harmless fun. I never allow myself to get involved with anyone at the office. My goal is to move up in the ranks without sleeping around. But if you can have a little harmless fun, then why the heck not. Most of the other girls at the office noticed my flaunting behavior and have a real dislike for me, but Kim is different. She was warm to me from the beginning and since we're the same age, have become good friends. So I was very happy when towards the end of the day on Friday she approached my desk. "Hey Erica, how are you doing?" <Sigh> "Kim I can't wait for the day to end, I'm exhausted." "Don't worry, its almost over. Remember your coming over to my house later for dinner." "Oh, I almost forgot. I could use a good meal. Then we'll have a great time clubbing." "Sure, we'll meet back here after work." After work finished, we both drove to her apartment. She had been trying to get me to try her cooking ability ever since I poked fun at her for over cooking a TV dinner. When we arrived, she told me to make myself at home as she worked on preparing the food. She handed me a glass of wine as I sat on the couch and watched some TV. As I heard the noise of pots and pans banging in the kitchen, I realized that the TV was becoming increasingly fuzzy. As I tried to squint my eyes to improve my vision they just closed all the way and I was out cold. When I came to, I was in a dark room with a little light coming from under the door. I tried to move my arms but realized they were tied. When I tried moving my legs, they were not only tied, but spread wide. The cool air over my body told me that I was completely naked and the softness of the surface I was laying on told me I was on a bed. Within no time I began to panic and called for help. After half a minute of yelling, the door opened and a light was flicked on. It took my eyes a minute to adjust to the light. When they did, standing at the foot of the bed was Kim. She had a very expressionless look to her. I looked around and realized that this was Kim's room and that I was on her bed, completely naked, and tied spread eagled, with my legs spread obscenely wide. I looked up at Kim "Kim, www..whats going on? Why am I tied up like this? Help me get out. Why aren't you helping me? Kim..." "Shut up slut!" "My mouth hung open, she had never talked to me like that before." "If I were to untie you now you would have learned nothing. You have been a very nasty slut Erica. I see the way you strutted your nasty self all over the office, making the men drool over you while caring nothing about your self image or the other women at the office. Well I've had enough. Someone has to teach you the proper way to act and that someone is going to be me." She then walked over and opened her closet. She reached inside and pulled out a long, thick, whip. My eyes became very wide as she approached. She walked to my right side and stared down at me. Realizing what was soon to come I desperately pleaded with her. "Oh Please please Kim, don't do this to me. I am your friend, please it'll hurt me real bad, you don't have to do this, I promise to act better at the office..." She raised the whip "This is for your own good." "Please Kim don't....ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" She had brought the whip down over my breasts and I immediately screamed in agony. The pain was immense. I now knew for sure that this was no joke, she had actually whipped me. She seemed to have paused to give me a chance to get used to the pain. As I opened my eyes, I looked down at my chest and began to choke up. My once perfect breasts, the ones that guys would drool over, now had a long red welt across them. I looked up at Kim just in time to see her lowering the whip again over my breasts "ahhhhh" This time she didn't pause, she just continued to savagely whip my breasts until they were covered in overlapping angry red welts. When she was satisfied that they had had enough abuse, she began to move down, whipping my belly, then my hips, then concentrating on whipping my inner thighs. This was the worst. Though she never hit my pussy, one of my most sensitive areas is my inner thighs, and she seemed to whip me the hardest here. By now I was almost hysterical, screaming like a mad woman as my body was on fire. Then she moved to the front of the bed and paused again. After a minute I calmed down just enough to look between my legs at her. She had her arm cocked back. I began shaking my head frantically screaming "NOOOOOO" When she hit my pussy, I blacked out. When I came to, the clock in her room told me that I had been out for over 2 hours. The light in her room was still on and I looked down at my body. Still naked and tied spread eagle the entire front of my body now had bandage tape all over it. I was a little relieved at the sign of some compassion on her part, then became very angry. How could she do this to me? She was my friend, and for what? Because I had flaunted myself a little at the office? My mental questioning came to an abrupt end when Kim walked through the door. She was carrying a can of shaving cream, and a razor. I made a pathetic attempt to move away as she came into the room and this caused her to notice me awake. "Ah so your awake, good, we can continue." She walked up to the edge of the bed and knelt between my legs and removed the bandage that was covering my cunt. "Ok, now before we can continue, you first have to be shaved. A dirty whore must be shaved before she can begin a new." I had already had a neatly trimmed bush. This allowed me to wear bikinis and sexy underwear. She put some shaving cream on her hand and then applied it to my pussy. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had never had another woman touch me there before, but now Kim, my once good friend was feeling all over the place as she lathered up my pussy. The whole time, she just had this expression like she was doing some ordinary chore. Then she took hold of the razor and brought it to my pussy. When the blade first touched my skin, I jumped. "You better hold still, unless you want me to cut something, that would be very unfortunate." I then became very still as she began to shave away all the hair. She even grabbed hold of my cunt lips and lifted them up to make sure she got everything. Then she brought a towel and wiped my pussy clean. I now felt more naked than I had ever been as the cool air touched my hairless pussy. Worse, I felt like a little girl rather than a grown woman. She then collected the cream and razor and walked out the room. She soon returned with a large plastic bag and placed in on the bed between my legs. I looked at the bag, then at her with a confused, scared look. What evil thing did she have planed next? "Ok slut. Now I figure that part of the reason why you dress and act the way you do is because you like to tease men into thinking they can fuck you. So if men begin to realize that fucking you a'nt all its cracked up to be, then they wont want to screw you as much and maybe, just maybe you'll stop dressing like a tramp." She then reached into the bag and pulled out the largest dildo I had ever seen. It was black and had to be about 12 inches long and 4 inches wide. My eyes became wide as I realized where she was planning to put that thing. I again became frantic "Oh Kim, please don't put that thing in me, it'll kill me, please have mercy!" While I was pleading she had placed the dildo on the bed and walked over to one of her drawers. She reached in and pulled out a type of leather harness with a ball in the middle and a buckle on either end. I wasn't sure what the purpose of it was until she began fitting it around my head with the ball in my mouth. Then she tightened the buckle behind my head. I was effectively muzzled. She returned to the foot of the bed and picked up the dildo again. "Now I think you know where this is going. The goal of this is to stretch your pussy. I will be adding larger and larger dildos as your lessons continue until I am satisfied that the nasty cunt of yours is too wide to pleasure even the largest of men. This way men wont pursue sex with you anymore and hopefully you'll start to dress more appropriately." She reached into her bag again and pulled out some lubricant, than began spreading it all over the dildo. After she was finished, she put the lubricant away and placed the tip of the dildo at the entrance of my pussy. I began to plead with my eyes and made loud noises through my gag as she paused briefly before my anticipated agony. Then she threw all her weight against the dildo and shoved it into my pussy. I scream as it stretch me like I never had been before. After a few second I looked down and saw that only 7 inches had gone in, yet I felt completely full. She then slowly began pulling it back out, only to shove it harder than before and I screamed again. This time 9 inches was inside me. I was now crying freely as she pulled it out again and pushed back hard....10 inches, pull....then push....11...pull...then push...11 1/2 ....pull.....then push. Finally she had gotten all 12 inches of plastic into my stuffed pussy. I was now shaking and breathing heavily as I felt more full than ever in my life. I looked down and could see just the base of the enormous tool lodged in my cunt. I never knew I could accommodate such a thing. Kim then covered me with a blanket and patted me on the head. "Ok dear, you get some rest now. We'll continue in the morning. She then turned off the light, and walked out of the room. Leaving me to fall asleep with a 4 inch wide, and 12 inch long dildo buried in my cunt. --------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 I couldn't sleep the whole night. I mean what woman could? Especially when she was tied naked spread eagled on a bed with fresh welts all over her body and a 12 inch dildo stuck in her pussy. Well thats exactly the predicament that I was in. My good friend Kim had apparently drugged me and forced me into this position, all because she apparently didn't like the way I flirted at the office. Well like it or not, I had no choice but to wait till morning to see what she had next in store for me. Despite my discomfort, I had managed to eventually fall asleep. When I finally awoke, light was coming through the window. As I made to yawn I was quickly reminded of the gag that was still in my mouth. I looked over to the clock on Kim's night stand and it read 2:00 pm. I couldn't believe I had slept that long. Since I had nothing else to do, I simply waited for Kim to come to my room. After about half an hour she finally walked in with a very casual look on her face. "Well its about time, I thought you were going to sleep for ever. Now how about we see how last nights punishment is healing." She walked up to the bed and pulled back the sheet to reveal my bandaged body. I began to panic as she picked up a pillow and placed it over my face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to suffocate you, I just want to see your scars before you do." She then placed the pillow over my eyes and soon I could feel her pealing off the bandage tape away from my breasts, then she moved down to my belly, then to my inner thighs. When she was done she announced "Hmmm, not bad, it should heal nicely." As she began to remove the pillow, for the first time I could just how much she had bruised me. My skin, my perfect, sexy skin was now cris crossed with horrid angry red welts from my thighs to my once proud breasts. It would be months before I could wear any revealing clothing again. I began to sob through my gag as I took it all in. Kim sat on the bed next to my face and cradled my head. "Shhhhhh, it'll be ok sweaty, it is for your own good. We need to make your skin look unappealing for men in order to help curve your sluttish behavior, don't you agree?" In the confusion of the moment I shook my head, not realizing what I was doing. She seemed to take kindly to this and started to remove my gag. Enormous relief came to my jaws, which caused me to momentarily smile. "Now Erica, I took this off because your behaving yourself, don't give me a reason to put it back on." I simply nodded. "Now I am going to untie you. After I do, I want you to put on your clothes from last night. I've folded them up neatly beside the bed. Then we are going to do a little shopping. Oh, and your going to keep that dildo inside you, so don't remove it." It was really painful to get my clothes on. Every time the fabrics would touch my skin it would hurt. An even a bigger chore to walk outside with a 12 inch penis inside me. Luckily she wanted to drive. She drove use to the mall and we began shopping for my new "appropriate" wardrobe. Thank goodness my skirt and blouse were able to conceal the welts on my thighs and breasts. We eventually bought several long dresses that went down to my ankles, plenty of sweaters, big old fashioned bra and panties, and several pairs of flat shoes. Kim made me pay for all of these of course. Then, instead of going back to her place, she drove to my apartment. I let her inside and she went straight to my room and opened the closet. "Tisk tisk tisk. No wonder you dress the way you do. All your clothes are so sluttish. All you have are short skirts, tight blouses and whorish bras and panties. And look at all these shoes, all with at least 2 inch heels. Go get me a garbage bag." I returned shortly with a garbage bag from the kitchen. As she told me to hold it open, she began to dump my clothes into it. After about 15 minutes, and 5 garbage bags, almost all my wardrobe was gone. All that remained in my closet was my shortest micro skirt and a string bikini top. I was a little confused as to why she would leave them there, I mean that skirt barely covered my ass. She saw my quizzical expression. "You may have noticed the skirt and top, I just wanted to leave you a reminder as to what you once used to slut around in." She began to restock my closet with the newer, more modest clothing. Then she walked into my bathroom and started throwing out all my perfumes. When she was finally satisfied with all the changes, we went back to the car and drove to her apartment. By now it was getting late and she insisted I get to bed. "I'm sure the whore in you wants to go out to a club this Saturday night a find as much cock as you can, but your going to have to learn to put that past behind you. Now get undressed and lay down on the bed." When I hesitated, she made like she was going for the whip in her closet. Within moments I was laying naked face up on the bed. She walked over to me and much to my displeasure retied my wrists and ankles to the bed posts. Then she reinserted the gag into my mouth. With my pussy exposed she knelt between my legs and examined the status of the dildo. About an inch had managed to slip out but most of it was still in there. She then suddenly grabbed the base of the fake cock and yanked it out of my cunt. As she did there was a loud "POP". Initially I felt relieved at finally having that enormous thing out of me, but very quickly I started to realize how incredibly empty I now felt inside. I am pretty sure that Kim was now starring into a gapping whole. "Erica, it looks like your pussy is stretching very well indeed." She then got up and walked out of the room with the dildo. After a minute she returned with a new paper bag. I instantly began to loath what was about to come. She reached into the bag and pulled out........another gigantic dildo. This one was even larger than the last one. It must have been 13 inches long and 5 inches wide. As she began to lube it up I stated to panic. "mmmmmm....mmmmmm" "What's that Erica? Is there something wrong? Oh, you mean this thing. Don't worry, I'm lubricating it real good." "mmmmm...mmmmm..mmmmmm" As she began to bring it towards my pussy I squirmed like mad. "The more you move around, the more this is going to hurt". I held still as I braced myself for my latest torture. Within moments Kim threw all her weight into the dildo and like clock work an unbearable scream of agony came from me. This time only 5 inches went in. She began to duplicate the action of pulling out and pounding back in, almost like a fucking action. Slowly more and more would go in. I was actually feeling my hips widening as 9 then 10 inches made its way into me. After about 30 minutes Kim had finally gotten all 13 inches of fake cock into my horribly dilated pussy. I had since long gone horse from screaming and simply lay there heaving and completely drenched in sweat as Kim patted my head, turned off the lights and wished me goodnight. Kim pretty much left me alone tied to her bed all day Sunday as I continued to be tortured by the enormous 13 inch cock. The only thing she did do for me was remove my gag as I promised I would be a "good girl" and stay quiet. I tried my best, but when you have your pussy stretched by a 5 inch wide penis, you tend to whimper from time to time. Except for when she would feed me, she never entered the room. By night fall I heard her foot steps approaching the room and a feeling of dread over came me. She opened the door and had an even larger paper bag with her this time. As I began to squirm, she came to my side and fitted my face with the gag yet again. I now knew that this could mean only one thing, she was going to give me an even larger dildo. She walked back to the foot of the bed, picked up the bag and dumped its contents onto the bed. I looked at what there was: A razor, shaving cream, a small plastic bag with something shiny inside it, and...and.... NO DILDO! An enormous wave of joy came to me as I realized that I would not be stretch more tonight. If the gag would have let me, I would have been smiling as I felt Kim removing the dildo from my expanded sex. After a minute or two she finally reached the tip and as it came out, another humiliating "POP" could be heard. I just laid there trying to comprehend the weird sensation of my pussy feeling like it was going to collapse on itself. But that feeling was soon replaced as I felt something new being pushed into me. I frantically looked down and saw Kim sticking here hand into my cunt. With very little effort she started to slide her entire hand in and didn't stop until she went just past her elbow. I just laid there in shock. I couldn't believe that another human being had their arm up my cunt. And the worst part was that I could hardly feel her. The only time was when she would wiggle her fingers inside me. "hmmmmm, not bad, not bad at all. It appears that the dildos are working. Soon you'll be so stretched that even the largest of men won't be able to have pleasure in you." This brought tears to my eyes. I had always been proud of the fact that I had a nice tight pussy. It would always get guys to come back for more. Now my pussy was becoming ruined and stretch to horribly dimensions. Kim withdrew her arm and it was all slimy and slick. She used a towel to dry her arm. Then Kim started to examine my Labia lips. I couldn't understand why. After a couple of minutes of lifting and pulling my lips for a mysterious reason, I began to get frustrated and close my eyes. Suddenly a blinding pain came from my right labia and I screamed like mad into my gag. Within moments I felt another intense pain in my left labia and I just past out. I woke up the next morning to the sound of an alarm clock. At first I wasn't going to touch the clock, but then I noticed that I was no longer tied. When I yawned I realized that I no longer had the gag either. My final realization was that I was actually in my own bed room. Was it a dream? Did I imagine all those things Kim did to me? I thought for a moment, then pulled the sheets off my body. Sure enough I was naked, and still covered from tits to hips in whip marks. I then remembered the intense pain that I had felt the night before and I quickly looked down. What I saw brought me to tears for a countless time. Kim had pierced both my labia's, and going through both and connecting them was a small key lock. Kim now completely controlled my pussy. ------------------------------------------ Chapter 3 After a brief crying session, I looked over to the clock, 6:50am. Then I realized that it was Monday and that I needed to get to work. I got up and walked to my dresser to get myself a pair of panties and bra. When I opened the drawer, all I could see were the giant panties and bras that Kim had bought for me. Having no choice I put them on. Then I opened my closet and saw all the long dresses and unflattering blouses and sweaters. In the corner was the skimpy micro skirt and bikini top she left. I was definitely not going to wear those so I put on a gray dress and a white blouse. I looked in the mirror and saw a very unsexy girl looking back. There was hardly any skin showing, no cleavage, no nothing. I looked like my grandmother. The only good thing about it was that no one could see my whip marks. In any case, this was all I had to wear so I finished getting dressed and drove to work. Outside of the pleasantly surprised looks on everyone's faces, everything went pretty normal. I even heard several of the girls commenting "Well, it looks like the office tramp decided to dress more professionally for a change." "Ya, its about time." "But don't you think she's went a little over board?" "Ya, but at least now there's less to look at!" This was followed by giggling. I tried to avoid Kim. I just couldn't face her after what she had done. But at around lunch time, when I was sitting with some co-workers at the cafeteria, Kim sat at our table. "Hello Erica, how nicely dressed you look today, new style?" I just looked at her with a mixture of hate and fear. Then I noticed something. She was wearing a new necklace. My eyes began to widen as I saw the key that was attached to it. I then looked at her face and she had a very knowing smile. Towards the end of the day Kim walked by my desk and dropped a piece of paper on it. After she left, I opened it. It simply said to go to her house after work. As I sat in my car for twenty minutes begging myself not to go, I eventually realized that I had no choice. If I ever wanted to free my pussy, she would have to be the one to do it. I arrived at her house, and with trembling fingers rung the doorbell. After a minute Kim open the door, and matter of factly let me in. She quickly told me to undress and stand in the center of her living room. I hesitated. I was contemplating if I should make a stand right here, right now. Kim abruptly turned around and went to her room. When she came back out with the whip I was already standing naked. I saw a little smile on her face, before she began examining the scares of her whipping 4 days ago. "Your healing quite nicely slut. Your skin heals very quickly. Lets hope that you learn to stop acting so whorish at the office and I won't have to punish you again." I gulp at these words. She then knelt between my widened legs and unlocked my pussy. She put the lock on the table and told me to sit on a chair with my legs spread. With trepidation I did as she asked. She went back into her room and came out with an infamous brown bag. She reached into the bag and pulled out a now familiar gigantic dildo. This one was the same as last time. 13 inches long, 5 inches wide. When she began lubing it up I tried to plead with her. "Listen Kim, you don't have to do this. I've learned my lesson. I won't dress like a cheap slut any more. Please, don't do put it in me..." "Shhhhhh. Stop whining Erica. I have to do this. The only way you will stop acting like a tramp at the office is if no man wants you, and one way to do that is to stretch you pussy, and it won't get stretched by itself. Now here's how things are going to go for the next few weeks. Every night you will come to my house, where I will unlock you pussy, followed by the insertion of a dildo like this. You will go home and sleep with it inside you until morning, where which you will come to my house before work. Then I will remove the dildo and relock your pussy so you wont be tempted to get laid at the office." I became numb as she laid out her plans. The numbness was short lived as she finished lubing and placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to my pussy. And so that's pretty much how it went for the next month. Every morning I would get dressed in plan unrevealing clothing, go to her house, get my dildo removed, get my pussy locked, go to work, then to her house to get unlocked, then get a dildo reinserted and go home with it in me. Pretty soon men were flirting with me less and less. And since I was dressed the way I was, I would have to use my intelligence to attracted them, and that was a lost cause. After every week Kim would slightly increase the size of my dildo. By the end of the month I was up to 15 inches long and 7 inches wide. My hips and cunt got so stretched, that Kim was now able to put both her arms into me all the way past her elbow and I still could barely feel her. This routine was finally changed after one month. When I arrived to her house after work I stripped as usual and stood before her. "Hmmm, I think your mostly healed Erica. Your skin looks almost as good as new and your body still looks fantastic. I think its about time to test whether or not you've finally learned how to handle yourself at the office. How about it Erica, do you think you are ready?" "Oh yes yes, I am definitely ready!" "We shall see." She then knelt between my legs and unlocked my pussy. "Ok, now take these pink panties home with you. You are to wear these to work tomorrow. On top of them you will be wearing the black micro skirt and bikini top. This should be the ultimate test of whether you can control yourself or not." I looked at her as if to voice some objection, I mean I would be totally humiliated going to work dressed like that. But one look from her caused me to bite my lip. "Do you understand whore?" I lowered my head and shook it yes. That night I went to bed without an object in my pussy for the first time in over a month. I was actually having problems sleeping. I felt so empty. By 2 in the morning I had gotten fed up and shoved a flashlight up my cunt to get some sleep. By morning I was refreshed. When I got up to get dressed, I saw Kim's panties on my chair. I then remembered the outfit she expected me to wear to work. I opened the closet door and there it was. It was far and away the sexiest thing worn in over a month, and would definitely be a challenge to hold myself from flirting or being hit on by the guys. After I put on the top and skirt I looked in the mirror and saw a street walker looking back, not a woman who was about to walk into an office. All of my legs and the bottom of my ass was showing, and my tits were almost falling out of the cups. But if I wanted Kim to leave me alone, then I had to do as she said. I got in the car and drove to work. When I got to the garage, I started getting hoots and calls as I walked to the elevators. When the door opened on my floor I took a big gulp and walked out. As I walked to my desk a wave of silence followed as everyone of my co-workers stared. My face was beat red by the time I got to my desk. For about half the day I didn't move from my spot, I was too embarrassed. I began to notice an abnormal amount of guys were coming up to my desk to hand me papers. I soon realized they were all trying to get good looks at me. When this realization first hit me I smiled to myself, then I got very angry. "I have to control myself. Be strong and just get through the day." I even skipped lunch so that I could stay out of the cafeteria. Eventually I did have to get up and go make copies. On the way to the copy machine Greg and Phil, two fellow co-workers, stopped me in the hall. "Well hello Erica, dressing well today." Greg said as he was looking me up and down. "Ya, is that the new office fashion? I wouldn't mind seeing more of our female workers dress like you". Phil chimed in. "Oh buzz off!" and I tried to get past them, but before I could Greg stopped again. "Oh before you go, management wanted me to give you this file." When I reached out to take the file Greg dropped it, walked past me, then stopped and looked back. Those creeps! They had dropped the file intentionally so they could watch me bend over to pick it up. Well they were in for a definite disappointment, I am a changed woman. I simply kneeled down to pick up the file, denying them anything good to look at. I rose with a smile and a sense of accomplishment. Greg and Phil simply turned around in disappointment and began to walk away. As I began to walk my hand suddenly opened and the file fell again. I paused for a moment. Why did I just do that? Greg and Phil had now stopped and were looking back with curiosity. I felt their eyes behind me as an old feeling began to come back. With a mixture of fear and excitement I slowly began bending down at the waist. Soon I had grabbed the paper but held my bent position for a moment longer as I knew my pink panties were now in full view. Then I stood back up and quickly walked away. I could hear them high fiving behind me. The copies that I was suppose to be making were for Mark, another coworker. When I was finished making them, I decided to hand them to Mark personally. Mark is a shy man who doesn't have very much luck with woman, so when he saw me walking towards his desk his eyes almost popped out. When I placed the copies on his desk and began explaining what they were, I couldn't help myself from bending over and giving him an eyeful of my bikini covered tits. By the end of the day I had managed to give every guy plenty to look at. All the attention and teasing had gotten me extremely horny, so when Greg ask if I'd like to have a drink with him I didn't hesitate to accept. Within no time we were back at my house, on my bed, ripping each other's cloths off. I needed to be fucked so badly. As I sucked him to hardness he roughly played with my tits. When he was hard he placed himself between my legs. As I waited for him to enter me he suddenly shouted "What the Fuck?" He looked down and examined my stretched out pussy. A great panic engulfed me as I remembered. "Listen Greg, uh...I..I can explain...." "Dame bitch, this is the largest fucken twat I've ever seen. You must have been fucked by a bull, you really are a slut. Wait till every one at the office hears about this." He then turned me over and began fucking my ass. I began to scream for him to stop as the pain was overwhelming, but he wouldn't. "Shut up slut, I need to fuck something tight." Soon he was coming and I simply laid there, whimpering from the pain and lack of any pleasure. After he rested a moment, he fucked me again in the ass, then got dressed. As he was ready to leave he slapped me hard on the ass "Thanks for the fuck slut but I'll be telling everyone at the office that they won't want to be fucking your pussy any time soon." He laughed out loud as he walked out. I continued to lay there for hours after that, crying my eyes out. I had felt so used, so humiliated. And worst of all, I had betrayed myself and Kim. She was right, I was a total flirt and a slut at the office. Then I knew what I had to do. I got dressed in conservative clothing, grabbed something from my drawer, put it in my purse and drove to Kim's house. When she answered the door she looked at me as a mother to a little girl who had just been very bad. I just threw myself at her feet and cried. "Oh Kim I'm so sorry. You were right, I am an uncontrollable flirt, and when you finally gave me the chance to show my improvement I acted like a complete slut." I simply laid there in heap at her feet for a minute crying. Then she suddenly reached down, lifted me up and sat me down in a chair. Kim then went behind me and whispered into my ear. "Shhhhhhh! There there, its ok, I understand. When ever men begin looking at you a certain way you simply can't control yourself. So whipping you again won't solve anything. We are going to have to prevent men from seeing you as appealing. So tell me my little slut, do you have any ideas?" I sniveled one last time, then reached into my purse and pulled out the object from my drawer, a pair of scissors. She took the scissors from my hand and began cutting my hair. My long, beautiful blond hair. The hair that I would always twirl around seductively at men was now falling to the floor in pieces. When all I had left was a crew cut Kim went into her bathroom and returned with the razor and shaving cream. Soon my head was completely bald. ----- That all took place five months ago. Since then I have been totally reformed by Kim. I always wear long wool dress and sweaters were ever I go. I always keep my head bald and have tried wearing big black glasses instead of contacts. I have also moved in with Kim so that she can keep a better eye on me. Greg did tell everyone at the office about my stretched out pussy, but at least it has insured that none of the guys will try to hit on me. Even so, a tramp like me can't be too careful. Kim and I have permanently locked my pussy. When she had put the lock through my labia lips and locked my pussy for the last time, she handed me the key. I looked at it for a second, then flushed it down the toilet. I have since thanked Kim many times over for reforming me. She simply brushes me off, commenting "That's what friends are for". I am very lucky to have a friend like her, always willing to do so much for me. Which reminds me, I need to go to her so that she can insert the new larger dildo into my ass, were finally up to 5 inches wide! As I said, a tramp like me can never be too careful! The End! All Comments are greatly appreciated, please send them to: [email protected] Your encouragements keep me going :) ******* This work is copyright (c) 2002 by Phoenix Arrow. 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Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy! By Phoenix Arrow [email protected] Making The Grade (Ff, Oral, Spank, Humil, School) During my eleventh grade year I worked my butt off to get good grades. This was the year that colleges would be looking at when considering my application and I wanted to do as good as possible. I left nothing to chance, and made sure every assignment I did was an A. And for the most part everything went well, I would work hard and receive the grades I wanted. And it wasn't easy. Ms McKlain, my teacher for English class, was a very strict, no-nonsense woman who made sure you worked hard for your marks. However, I think I was her favorite simply because I gave so much effort for my grades. But there was something a little bit unfair. Even though I was always getting A's on assignments, there was another group of students that also got A's. The problem was that these students were downright awful. They were the low lifes, the drugies, the future dead heads of society. It was clear from the beginning that they never had any intention of working hard for their grades and were always so horribly behaved to the teacher Ms McKlain. But like any good teacher, she would have none of it and always put them in their place when they acted up. Yet when report cards would come out, they always bragged about their top grades. Something just didn't seem to add up. I just couldn't understand it. Why would my reputable teacher, give these poorly behaved drugies A's and B's when they hardly did any work. I began to realize that someone must be pressuring her to do this and I suspected who. You see one of the members of the group is Jamie. Jamie comes from a rich family and used to be a little princess. But when she entered highschool she got caught up into drugs and into the wrong crowd and now she's the one who buys the drugs for the group. So I figure that its Jamie's parents who pressured Ms McKlain to give good grades. But I had no proof. I needed to find out the truth in all this. So one day, after school I decided to sneak into Ms McKlains room and look at her grade book. I needed to see if grades had been changed. Luckily the room was unlocked for the janitor so I snuck in and went straight to the desk drawer. Darn, locked. I took out a little pocket knife I keep in my purse and tried playing with the lock and to my amazement it opened. I opened the drawer and found what I was looking for, Ms McKlain's grade book. I pulled it out, placed it on the table and opened it. I was right. Under Jamie's name and a few of the others, grades had been changed. What used to be D's and F's where now A's and B's. This was definite proof that something was going on. Suddenly I heard voices outside approaching the room. In panic I threw the book back in the drawer but realized that I was trapped. Any moment people would be coming in and catch me. With out thinking I duct under Ms McKlains desk and hid just as the people entered the room. Fortunately the desk was designed so that I was hidden on all sides except where the chair was. Upon hearing the voices I realized that there were two people in the room, Ms McKlain and Jamie. Ha! Now I was going to catch them red handed. I sat back and listened carefully. "I hope your parents are doing well?" "They are, thanks, now about this last grade Ms McKlain." "Yes, well, you did a very poor job on the assignment Jamie and the 'C' I gave you was more than generous....." "Yeah yeah what ever, listen I don't have time for this, I have to meet up with my friends soon, so lets just get this over with so you can change my grade and I can get out of here." Get what over with? What was there arrangement? I began to hear the rustling of clothes and suddenly it felt as if someone was sitting on the front of the desk. After a minute of I began to hear a faint noise, but still couldn't see anything. I strained my ears to hear better. Soon I could make out a strange slurping sound, almost like someone was licking......OH MY GOSH.....What was going on up there??? Suddenly I heard Ms McKlain give out a low moan. That Bitch. I cannot believe that she would do this. Trading sexual favors for better grades. I could even hear poor Jamie moaning herself as she probably suffered to please the teacher. This was horrible. Jamie was moaning even louder now, probably trying to get her teacher to hurry up and cum as she licked away. I felt so badly for Jamie now, being used like this by her teacher, just to get a better grade. Soon the table was shaking. After a minute of silence. I heard Jamie, in obvious lack of breath from her task begin to talk: "Ok Ms McKlain, you can change my grade now." Suddenly I felt someone lifting off the table, and soon noticed Ms McKlain walking to the back of the table. My heart froze in fear of being caught as she opened the drawer and pulled her book out. She laid it on the table and began writing in it. Then she put it back in the desk, closed the drawer. "Ok Ms McKlain, thanks for your time and see you tomorrow." "No problem Jamie, remember to say hello to your parents for me." And they both walked out. I just sat there for five minutes thinking about what had happened. At first I was very upset at Ms McKlain. How could she be so ruthless as to take advantage of a student like that. And poor Jamie, I was actually feeling sorry for her now. I could still imaging the rich drugi on her knees orally pleasing her teacher for better grades. Then another thought acurd to me. I had already admired and respected Ms McKlain, but now I saw her in a new light. The fact that she could commanded such a position from a student awed me. I mean in class, Jamie and her drugged up friends would try to act so tough, but it appeared Ms McKlain was truly the queen of the class. On my way home, I was actually beginning to feel better about the situation. Sure Jamie and her friends got better grades than they deserved, but thinking about the price they had to pay made me smile. ------------ Over the next few days in class I carefully studied Ms McKlain, Jamie and her friends. It was amazing. Despite what had gone on that day, all their interactions were as if nothing odd was going on. The group was still rude to Ms McKlain and she would always put them in their place. Even when more assignments were handed back with bad grades, there was not even the slightest hint of change of expression on any of their faces as to how it would be resolved later. Despite my curiosity, I had'nt gone back to witness more of Jamie's favors. I didn't really need to see that sort of thing. I was happy enough knowing what Jamie did without seeing more of it. Until now, all of Jamie's papers were C's. That was until today when I saw Jamie received her's with a big 'D' on the front. For the first time I saw a change of expression on her face as she looked at her grade. At first she had a look of being very upset, then it quickly changed into a slight but cruel smile. I soon realized that she was no longer looking at her paper but at Ms McKlain. I darted my eyes over to Ms McKlain just long enough to see her looking right back at Jamie before looking away. This was definitely something odd. I mean until now all of Jamie's grades were C's. If she had to do oral favors for a 'C', what would Jamie have to do improve a 'D'? Curiosity got the better of me and that evening, just after school, I again snuck into Ms McKlain room and hid under her desk. Within ten minutes I heard them both enter the room with Jamie obviously very pissed. "What the hell is this? A 'D'? How can you give me a 'D'?" "Well Jamie, this was a very poorly done paper, I felt it didn't deserve any better than a 'D'." "Do you really think so? Well I'm sorry you think that. What do you suppose we should do about it Ms McKlain? "Well Jamie, I...I think someone must......be punished for that grade." Wow, so that was Ms McKlain's terms. If Jamie wanted to get a better grade, she was going to have to accept a punishment. "Yes Ms McKlain, someone should be punished." So, Jamie seemingly was accepting these terms. "And....what type of punishment should be....be given?" "Oh I think a spanking is in order don't you Ms McKlain?" "Yes, I think that is deserved." Something was a little bit strange. Despite the fact that Jamie was about to get a spanking for her 'D' her voice seemed more confidant then ever. And even more strange was Ms McKlain voice seemed more timid, despite the fact she was about to spank her student. After a moment I felt someone leaning against and over the desk. The only thing that separated my face and Jamie's was the thin table top. Then Ms McKlain spoke again. "Ok Jamie, I'm ready to begin" "Hold on Ms McKlain, let me lift up the dress first.....and slide down the panties.....ok now we're ready to begin." I couldn't get it out of my head how snug and cocky Jamie sounded. I mean she was about to get spanked by her teacher. Then quickly it happened <SLAP>. The table jerked as the sound of the first spank vibrated around the room. It was like time had slowed down. I couldn't believe it was actually happening. <SLAP> Another jerk of the table. <SLAP> a slight moan came from above. <SLAP> another moan. I now had an image in my head of high and mighty drugged up Jamie bent over Ms McKlain's desk, with her exposed little ass sticking in the air. The thought made me tingle. <SLAP>...<SLAP>...<SLAP> Now the spanks were coming down harder and faster as the moaning became louder and quicker. Soon I could her faint crying as the merciless spanking continued. 15....20... They just kept going. There was now significant wailing coming from above and I was getting worried. Ms McKlain was taking this too far. Her student was in misery and there was no sign of stopping. I had to end this. As much as I wanted Jamie to suffer I couldn't allow this to continue. So with one more spank I crawled out from under the desk and quickly stood up....and dropped my jaw. At first what I saw didn't focus in my head right away. Something was very confusing. For some reason, the sight of Jamie standing frozen with her hand held high didn't register properly. As my eyes traveled down the confusion only increased as I tried to comprehend why Ms McKlain was bent over her desk wailing. My eyes then finally centered on the exposed, and very red plump behind of Ms McKlain. The full realization hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn't Ms McKlain who was spanking Jamie, it was the other way around. But how could this be? Jamie was the one who was supposed to be punished for her bad grade. I then looked back up to Jamie. She just stared at me, frozen with her hand still in the air. She was apparently stunned by my sudden appearance. Then she began studying me, looking at my reaction to the sight before me. I looked down to Ms McKlain's face. Her eyes were closed and her face was contorted in pain as her wailing was slowing down. She still hadn't noticed me but was starting to shift since Jamie had paused in her spanking. She was about to open her eyes and instinctively I dove back under the desk. After a few more seconds I heard another <SLAP> immediately followed by another loud wail. Jamie then continued almost uninterrupted as I sat below Ms McKlain's desk trying to comprehend this new concept. So Ms McKlain was the one being punished for Jamie's bad grade. But why? Why would Ms McKlain allow herself to be spanked by her own student, then give her a better grade as a reward? Then another image entered my head. The image of the last time I was under Ms McKlain's desk. The one were Jamie was supposed to be on her knees orally pleasing her teacher. But that's not how it was. Instead the teacher, who commanded so much respect and took no nonsense from her students was the one on her knees sticking her face between her rude student's legs, and now was bent over her own desk and spanked like a child by the same disrespectful girl. Finally Jamie signaled the end of the spanking. "Ok Ms McKlain, I think that's enough. Has someone learned a lesson today?" <Sobbing> "y..y..yes.....I..I'm sorry." "So you say, but I doubt it. When your done wailing Ms McKlain you can get up and change my grade." After a minute, Ms McKlain wailing lowered to repeated sniveling and she lifted off the desk to move around to the front. Again I was petrified that I would be caught. As she came to the front I had a perfect view of the lower half of her body. She still had her dress above her waist and her panties down around her ankles as she rounded the front rubbing her very red behind. Then she turned completely towards the desk and began pulling out her grade book. Now her bush was only a foot away from my face and while she was busy re-entering Jamie's grade I peered between my teacher's legs. Her lips and pubic hair were almost completely drenched and there was some juice running down her legs. Now it made sense. Now I knew why Ms McKlain was allowing this to happen. It turned her on. She must be loving this. My sicko of a teacher must get off on dominating her students while in class, then being dominated by her rudest one later. Jamie got better grades out of it. It must be the perfect deal for both of them. Now Ms McKlain, still sniveling, put the book back in her desk. "Very good teach, take care of the little butt and see you tomorrow" Jamie proclaimed in a perky voice and then she was gone. Ms McKlain stood in place for a full three minutes rubbing her behind and sniveling, then pulled up her panties, lowered her dress, and left. I just sat there in awe. I now knew what was going on, and why, but I was still in shock. Then I heard the Janitor down the hall making his rounds, so I got up and left before being discovered. That night I found it hard to sleep. I tossed and turned as I thought about all I had witnessed. I was also a little unsure of myself. When I had first thought it was Ms McKlain who was dominating Jamie I had smiled to myself and felt a little tingle around my pussy. But now that I knew the truth, that it was Jamie who was dominating Ms McKlain I no longer smiled, but had that tingling feeling even stronger and deeper. Then a question popped into my head. Every time Jamie and Ms McKlain where finished, Ms McKlain would only change Jamie's grade, yet I know for a fact that some of Jamie's friends grades were also being changed. This was a new mystery that I feared I would soon find the answers too. Then for the first time, it finally hit me that Jamie had seen me, and knew that I had witnessed their little game. Would she do anything about it? Would she tell Ms McKlain? Would she stop all together? I was still thinking of these questions when I walked back into class the next day. Jamie and most of her friends weren't there yet, and Ms McKlain was doing the usual, simply writing on the board. She gave me no indication that she knew of me. Just as the bell begun to ring, Jamie and her crowd waltzed through the door making all sorts of noise and being rude. Immediately Ms McKlain told them to be quiet and warned them against mis-behavior. I was in awe of how Ms McKlain could be so confidant and in control with Jamie one moment, then be completely the other way around later. Jamie and her friends seemed to quiet down and class began. For a while I couldn't bring myself to look at Jamie. But by mid-way through the class, I realized that Ms McKlain hadn't sat down yet. How odd this was. Soon after this thought, Ms McKlain assigned us a test and had no choice but to sit. I watched carefully the frustration on her face as she readied to sit down. When she finally sat, a moment of pain came across her face. I inwardly laughed to myself as I realized why. I looked over to Jamie to see her cruelly smiling back. I quickly turned away and went back to my test. Over the next few days nothing really happened. There were very few papers handed back and the grades Jamie was receiving were pretty good. I was also surprised that She never once approached me about what had gone on. I was pretty much convinced that she hadn't told Ms McKlain either. As the days turned into a week, I was actually a little bit disappointed. A part of me was hoping to see more, witness more of the little games that the teacher and her student played. Finally a week and a half later I got my wish. Ms McKlain was handing back our grades from the test we had taken. I of course got an 'A' and Ms McKlain smiled approvingly as she handed me my paper. The whole time she was passing out papers, Jamie and her group were talking loudly amongst themselves. As she reached Jamie the small group quieted down. Ms McKlain was trying not to show it, but her hand was shaking as she handed Jamie her paper. Jamie took one look at the grade, then cruelly smiled back up at Ms McKlain. I could have sworn I saw Ms McKlain shiver. She finished handing out papers and returned to her desk as the bell rung. As Jamie was getting up to leave, she was showing the grade to her friends, and I could see what it was......an 'F'. Through out the rest of the day my imagination went wild. What was going to happed this time? I mean if Ms McKlain had to give oral sex for C's, get spankings for D's, what would Jamie do to Ms McKlain for an 'F'? Dozens of scenarios went through my head and needless to say by the end of the day I was very wet and excited. I could hardly stand the anticipation. Finally the bell signaling the end of the school day rang and I made my way to Ms McKlain's room. Making sure everyone had left, I entered and took my spot under Ms McKlain's desk and waited....and waited.....and waited. Nothing! After a half an hour I was starting to get confused and worried. What was going on? It was at this time that I noticed the note taped on one of the inside walls of the desk. All it had on it was an address. I thought for a moment and recognized that it pointed to a residential neighborhood in a not too comfortable part of town. I figure Jamie must have written this and I could not be sure what she had planned. Never the less, I was much too curious and soon found my way towards the address. I arrived at the address to find a run down looking house with several cars parked outside. I had no intention of walking through the door so I starting walking towards the back to look for a window. Unfortunately the large dog that was guarding the backyard would have none of it. So I found a window on the side of the house, braced myself, and looked in. Inside, sitting around a coffee table on couches was Jamie and almost the entire gang from the class room. They all seemed to be drinking and smoking weed. Bottles were everywhere and the smell was horrid. The rest of the house looked just as pathetic. But besides that, there was nothing special going on. They were just sitting around talking. I couldn't even see Ms McKlain. Then there was a knock on the door. Jamie rose from her chair and opened the door. There stood Ms McKlain, dressed in her regular teachers suit and carrying a book in her left arm and a teacher's paddle in her right. "Hey Ms McKlain, what a surprise, what can we do for you?" "Hello Jamie...I wanted to....er...what I mean is...." "Ms McKlain, unless you hurry up, I'm going to go back and continue smoking weed with my friends." "Well I'm here to....talk about....your exam grade." "Oh that, that was a very poor grade you gave me Ms McKlain. What was it you gave me again?" Ms McKlain lowered her eyes "An F" I could see a shiver run through her as she said it. "Ya, that really was harsh. And I heard you gave the same grade to some of my friends, is that true?" She nodded. "Tisk tisk, your a bad teacher aren't you Ms McKlain?" Again she nodded, eyes to the floor. "So what are you here to do about it?" "I'm...here to....apologize." "Ok Ms McKlain, we'll let you try, now follow me." Ms McKlain obediently followed Jamie into the main room with all the friends. "Hey everybody, look whose here. The teach is very sorry about giving us that nasty grade on our exam and is here is personally apologize for it." The group hollered and laughed as Ms McKlain's face started to turn red. Jamie then took the book from Ms McKlain and set it on the coffee table. Then she took the paddle and joined her friends on the couch. Now Ms McKlain stood at the center of the group. "Before we can listen to your apology, you first need to dress more appropriately." Blushing even more, Ms McKlain began unbuttoning her blouse to the snickers of her students. Soon she pulled it off to reveal her rather large bra covered breasts. Next she lowered her skirt down to her high heels and stepped out of them. There she stood, only in white bra and panties, hoping that this would be enough for her wicked student. "Ms McKlain, your still not dressed appropriately for class." With a sigh she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra and soon her bosoms hung free. Her pink nipples hardening to attention. Then she took hold of her panties and lowered them. I was very surprised to see a bald pussy as the strict, no-none sense teacher stood only in high heels before her rudest students. The boys whistled and the girls snickered as Ms McKlain held her arms at her sides and head low. "Ok Ms McKlain, its time for you to begin your apology." Ms McKlain slowly walked over to Jamie and, to my amassment, laid herself over her knees. Jamie, paddle in hand and smile on her face brought the paddle down hard on Ms McKlain's exposed ass. Ms McKlain jerked her body and gave a slight shriek before announcing: "One, I'm sorry Ms Jamie" Then came another <SWAT> "Two, I'm sorry Ms Jamie" <SWAT> "Three, I'm sorry Ms Jamie" <SWAT> "Four, I'm sorry Ms Jamie" <SWAT> After ten brutal swats Ms McKlain ass was a nice rosy red as she squirmed on Jamie's knees. Then Ms McKlain rose, took the paddle from Jamie and walked to another one of her students, a girl named Tara. She handed Tara the paddle and, to my ever growing amazement, laid over her lap to. <SWAT> "One, I'm sorry Ms Tara" <SWAT> "Two, I'm sorry Ms Tara" <SWAT> "Three, I'm sorry Ms Tara" <SWAT> "Four, I'm sorry Ms Tara" Every time Ms McKlain stood up, her ass was getting redder and redder. After the seventh and final student had paddle her, her ass was a horrible red. She was crying heavily and jumping up and down from the stinging pain, which caused her large breasts to jiggle and bounce obscenely. Now Ms McKlain stood before Jamie, rubbing her tender ass as she held her head down. Jamie looked at her teacher, then jabbed two fingers into her pussy and began stroking. Ms McKlain squirmed but didn't resist. After a moment she couldn't stand any more and sank to her knees. Jamie continued to furiously jab her fingers into the teacher. Then sensing that the teacher was close to orgasm, pulled her fingers out. This caused Ms McKlain to whale in frustration. "Oh what's the matter? Does the poor wittle teacher want more?" Drenched in shame the teacher begged her student "Yes please, please, I need more, please put your fingers back in me." "Back in where?" "MY PUSSY! I need your fingers in my pussy!" "Oh what a nasty little teacher we have here guys, she wants her own student to get her off. Well first she's going to get us off." Jamie then inhaled some weed and blew into the teacher's face, before removing her own panties. Then Jamie grabbed her teacher's hair and roughly forced Ms McKlain's face into her now exposed crotch. Ms McKlain immediately went to work licking her student's pussy for all she was worth. As Ms McKlain licked, the other students took their delights on her body in other ways. One girl took a large paper clip she had stolen from Ms McKlain's desk and attached it to her left nipple. Others had taken markers and were writing obscene comments all over her body like "slut", "bad teacher", "pussy licker", "failure". They even wrote two big F's, one on each tit. Another girl shoved an empty beer bottle into her ass. When Jamie had orgasmed, Ms McKlain was passed to the next student, Tod. I could remember that he always was making rude sexual comments about his teacher behind her back, yet now here she was bobbing her head up and down his cock while the girl was still fucking her ass with the bottle. Most of the other students had gone back to smoking weed and talking as they waited their turn with the teacher's mouth. Finally after all dicks and pussy's had been taken care of Ms McKlain crawled back over to Jamie and rested her head in her lap. Jamie stroked her head as she spoke: "There there, that's a good girl. Your apology seems to be sincere. You've made your student's very happy. Now why don't you be a good little teacher a go change those nasty grades." Ms McKlain nodded, then turned around towards the coffee table. Jamie gave her a quick slap on the butt and Ms McKlain crawled to the book on the table. That's when I realized what it was, it was her grade book. I continued to watch as Ms McKlain opened her book and, with a clip on her nipple and a beer bottle sticking out of her ass, began to change all the grades from F's to A's. When the last grade had been changed, Jamie lifted her foot between her teacher's legs and rubbed her sneaker against her pussy. Soon Ms McKlain began rocking her hips back and forth over her student's dirty sneaker. She rocked faster and faster until she exploded in dirty pleasure. She collapsed on top of her grade book as she cried through her orgasm. After a good 4 or 5 minutes of drinking and smoking weed Jamie told her teacher to turn around and lick the mess she made off her shoe. After cleaning Ms McKlain again knelt before Jamie. Jamie then stood and walked out of the room. A moment later she return with what looked like a dog collar and a leash. She clasped the collar around Ms McKlain's neck and attached the leash. The teacher's body was shaking as she kept her head down. "Now Ms McKlain, everything you have done until now was an apology, and we have accepted it. However, you still need to be punished for being such a bad teacher, don't you Ms McKlain?" Ms McKlain nodded as tears formed in her eyes. Jamie then cruelly removed the nipple clip and beer bottle from her ass, as well as her high heels. And with that Jamie began to lead her crawling teacher out the back door. The gang was now really getting riled up. As the Jamie opened the back door I could her the loud barking of the dog. My eyes widened as the realization of what was about to happen dawned on me. The last image I saw was Ms McKlain's ass wiggling out of the door before it closed. I turned around and ran, ran as fast as I could. I couldn't bare to see what was going to happen. It was too much. I just ran and ran until I reached my house completely out of breath. I went to my room and collapsed on my bed. As I lay there, I realized that my cloths were sticking to my body from the sweat of running. As I began to remove my cloths I noticed my panties were completely drenched. I couldn't deny it. What I had witnessed had really turned me on, even as perverted as it was. I began to remove the panties for a new pair but my fingers accidentally brushed against my clit and a low moan escaped my lips. Suddenly all the images that I had seen within the past hour came flooding back. The sight of Ms McKlain getting paddled, of the words being written all over her body, of the beer bottle lodged in her ass, of the crude way she fucked Jamie's shoe, and finally of her reddened ass as she crawled out the back door. My knees gave way and I collapsed to the floor as I furiously rubbed my fingers against my clit, cumming hard a few moments later to these images. I awoke the next morning with my fingers in my pussy. I got dressed and went to school. The entire day all I could think of was last evening. What would it be like today in class. How would Ms McKlain compose her in front of the same students that degraded her. My answer came as I entered Ms McKlain's class. Nothing. Not a thing was different. I was truly amazed at how normal Ms McKlain acted when she was back in class. She was back to being her strict demanding self again. Even when a few of the bad kids were talking too loud, she immediately told them to be quiet and they lowered their voices. However I did notice that she wasn't sitting in her chair very much, as well as the high collared blouse she was wearing. I'm guessing the two large F's on her breasts didn't wash away yet. It was then that I looked over to Jamie and saw that sinister smile looking back. I turned away in embarrassment. She knew I was there last night. She knew I saw almost everything. But why was she letting me see all this? Was she toying with me? In any case, the next few days nothing special happened. Most of the work we did in class wasn't very hard, even Jamie and her dumb friends did well on them. Despite myself I was just begging for Jamie to get another bad grade. I wanted to see more. I know its horrible for me to wish this but I was so dame curious to see the teacher I once respected get humiliated some more. Especially when Ms McKlain was acting so tough in class. So when Jamie got a "D" handed back to her the next week, I almost shrieked with joy. I was almost shaking with anticipation the rest of the day. Finally the last school bell rang and I made my way to Ms McKlain's room. Making sure everyone was gone I slipped in and hid under the desk. Right on queue I heard Jamie and Ms McKlain coming into the room after a few minutes. "But Jamie, you didn't even turn in the assignment. I thought I was being more than generous by giving you a 'D'." "Ms McKlain, a bad grade is still a bad grade, and you gave me a bad grade did you not?" "Yes I did but..." "Ok Ms McKlain, your right. I have no reason to protest. I'll leave right now and keep the grade." "No wait!" "Yes?" "I...I...your right." "Right about what Ms McKlain?" "You deserve a better grade." "I see, you know what that means don't you teach?" "Yes Ms Jamie." Then I felt the desk move slightly as Ms McKlain must have been bending over it. Then the rustling of a skirt being lifted and panties being lowered. Then I heard the sound of a hand caressing bare skin as Jamie began tormenting Ms McKlain. "You know Ms McKlain, you really are quite pathetic. Bending over your own desk while letting a female student half your age caress your bare ass. A student that couldn't care less about your class or your teachings." I could here a low moan escape from the teacher. "It reminds me of the first time this happened. I was sick and tired of all your shit and bad grades. I walked into your class after school ready for a headed argument. Imagine my surprise when you surrendered so quickly. I had always been warned that you were a tough bitch, but now your my bitch aren't you, your my little pet." Another moan. "Oh you resisted at first, trying to act all high and mighty, but I broke you soon enough. I remember your face the first time I told you you were going to be sticking that educated tongue inside my ass, all shocked. Now you can't get enough. And your embarrassment when I showed my new pet off to my friends from class, it was priceless. You've made me a lot more popular Ms McKlain that's for sure. But you get what you wanted out of it as well. We both know how much you enjoy being humiliated by your worst students. Just look how wet you are right now, its pathetic. And your wiggling your ass just begging for punishment aren't you." "yy..yes Ms Jamie" <SLAP> "Ahhh" <SLAP> <SLAP> <SLAP> "Ahhooooowwwweee" "I mean I could work hard for my grades, but this is so much more fun isn't it Ms McKlain?" <SLAP> "Ahhh yes Ms Jamie" "Its a whole lot easier spanking my teachers ass instead of kissing it like some of your other students, like Amber for instance." Did she just mention my name? "Students like Amber work so hard to get those top marks, but I know this is how you prefer to give grades." <SLAP> "Ohhhh" "And what do you think of Amber?" <SLAP> "Do you believe she deserves the high grades that she gets?" <SLAP> "Well, Amber is a very good student" <SLAP> "ahh, and she works very hard for her grades." Finally, Ms McKlain is sticking up for me, her best student. "Yeah, she's a regular teachers pet isn't she?" <SLAP> "Ahhh!" "Just like your my little pet aren't you?" Well..hmmm <SLAP> ahhhh....yes <SLAP> YES! <SLAP> I'm your little pet! And do pets deserve to be punished? <SLAP> "Uh Huh!" Where is this going? "And since Amber is her teacher's pet, doesn't she deserve to get punished?" <SLAP> "Yes Ms Jamie." "So go ahead Ms McKlain, tell Amber how bad she's been." "Amber, you've been a bad girl <SLAP> always turning in 'A' papers <SLAP> and being so smart <SLAP> and so well behaved <SLAP> and becoming your teacher's pet <SLAP>" "And does she need to be punished for being such a bad little pet?" <SLAP> "Yesssss!" "Come on Amber, you heard Ms McKlain. You've been a bad little pet and need to be punished." I was shocked. She couldn't really be meaning that I actually be punished...could she? She especially couldn't expect me to actually agree to being punished for getting good grades. I was expecting her to continue, to move on with her humiliation of our teacher. Yet all I could hear was my own ragged heavy breathing. To my utter shock and surprise I found myself slowly rising from beneath the table. As I stood I could see Ms McKlain's shocked face, but worse Jamie's evil cocky smile. Instinctively I lowered my head. Why did I do that? "Come little pet, join your teacher in her punishment." Tears started to form as I walked to the front of the desk. Now I could see Ms McKlain's very very red exposed ass. That's when I felt Jamie's hand gentle push my back forward. And there I was, lying over Ms McKlain's desk. Ms McKlain on the left, I on the right. The respected and in control teacher and her smartest dedicated student side by side, bent over the table, skirts up over our backs and panties at our ankles, and assed exposed to the cruel hand of the rudest student. <SLAP> The End! All Comments are greatly appreciated, please send them to: [email protected] Your encouragements keep me going :) ******* This work is copyright (c) 2002 by Phoenix Arrow. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. 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Title: Of Girlfriends and Cows Author: Phoenix Arrow Part: Chapter 1 of 1 Keywords: f/F, M/F, Whip, Lact, Humil Redistribution: Only for personal, nonprofit use. Short Summary: Daughter turns Daddy's girlfriend into one of the farm animals. Isnt that nice? ********************************************************* Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy! Phoenix Arrow - [email protected] More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ ***************************** Of Girlfriends and Cows By Phoenix Arrow I had met Grace through some friends not that long ago. She was a lovely woman who worked as a nurse at the local hospital. I said she WAS a lovely woman because she's not much of a woman any more. Things have changed since the moment I first laid eyes on here. That was when I thought I was in love. Who wouldn't be after seeing the cute late twenty year old strapping on her nurse's outfit. Dame she is a sight. Was I mean. And you should have seen her smile, it was the prettiest thing you ever did see. Gosh I miss that smile. Ever since I divorced my wife 4 years ago, I had been lonely and depressed. Every normal person needs companionship, so when I met Grace, I thought I had found it. I was completely over joyed. Thankfully the feeling was mutual because we very quickly became serious with each other. A few dates, turned into a few weeks, turned into a month, and before I knew it marriage was hanging over my head. Yet through out all this time, I had avoided the one thing that could have destroyed the whole thing, introducing Grace to my daughter Sara. Sara was 16 years old at the time and was the spitting image of her mother, both physically and mentally. She never approved of me divorcing her mother in the first place and absolutely hated the idea that I was dating other women. In her mind it should be mom or no one. This philosophy caused quite a bit of tension between the two of them. Grace was an open minded woman, and tried her best to be patient with my daughter, but it was clear that things weren't going to get better. Sara would often refer to my girl friend as "That Pig" or "That Cow", and almost always called her Gracey instead of Grace. Grace really didn't like this name. Never the less I pushed forward with the relationship and soon was bringing Grace home with me after almost every date. Every morning after I would try to get the two to converse, hoping for a friendly relationship between them, but Sara wanted nothing to do with her. It wasn't long before I could sense the strain in our own relationship. It was obvious who would win if I had to choose between the two. A father's love for his daughter has no match. But I just couldn't allow things to come to that. I needed to find a way to make this relationship work. That's how I decided to take a little trip up to our family farm. You see I own a small farm outside of the city. Its nothing special, with just several chickens, horses, and cows. When I inherited it, I never had the heart to sell. I spoke of the trip as a weekend getaway, but Grace and I knew the real reason why we were going, to get the two girls on better terms. Sara really had no clue why we were going. All she knew was that she was at her happiest when visiting the farm, and I was playing off of that. So that friday evening we packed all our stuff and, taking two cars, headed the two hours out of the city. The whole car ride was quiet as we drove. Grace tried to make conversation but it was no use, it was all one sided. Sara just sat in the back reading. Finally we arrived at the farm just before dark. Despite the low light, Sara immediately took off to find the horses. Grace remained behind with me to help unpacked. After a few minutes, Charlie came out from inside the house to give us a hand. Charlie is the cowhand at the farm. He generally tends to all the animals and makes sure their kept healthy and fed while I'm away. Despite his better efforts, I could tell where his eyes kept darting to, Grace. I couldn't blame him, she was beautiful. That night, after yet another failed attempt to get Sara and Grace talking, I had a wonderful idea. Since I needed to go into town with Charlie to restock supplies, I told her how she could stay behind with Sara until we got back. This would leave them no choice but to talk. I knew that she was worried about being left alone by the looked in her eye, but I assured her it should only take a few hours until I returned. I stressed with her the importance of their relationship, and she knew all too well it could mean our future together. With that she begrudgingly agreed and by early next morning I was off to town with my cowhand. That was the last time I saw my girlfriend. At least the last time I saw her normal. I can still remember the way she looked as we drove off, waving goodbye nest to my daughter Sara. When I arrived four hours later, there was no Grace to be found. At first I thought she had just driven into town for something, but when my daughter my daughter came running to the car, I knew something was wrong. "Daddy, she's gone!" "What!" I questioned her. Not sure exactly what she meant. "Right after breakfast, she just told me she was fed up with the whole farm thing and decided to go back to the city." At first I wasn't sure if she was telling the truth. I thought it was just another one of her cruel jokes. Grace couldn't have just left like that. But sure enough, all her bags were gone, as well as her car. I just couldn't believe she would leave like. Surely Sara must have gotten Grace very upset. That day we drove back home. I just had to find out what was wrong with Grace. It wasn't easy dragging Sara away from the farm so early. Before we left she had been spending an awful amount of time in the stables, and practically had to drag her butt out of there. She was very agitated we had to leave, but I just had to make sure everything was ok with my girlfriend. But she wasn't home. For the rest of the weekend I repeatedly called her with no luck. I knew that her apartment had caller ID and began thinking if she was deliberately ignoring me. Why would she not want to talk with me? Had I done something wrong to make her upset? My answer came as I heard Sara's car pulled into the drive way. She had been going out really late these past few days since we'd been back, and today was no exception. Already feeling depressed, I came to the realization why Grace no longer seemed to want to talk to me. It was Sara. Apparently my daughter had succeeded in making Grace run off. I didn't know who to be more upset at, my daughter for being so difficult, Grace for giving up so quickly, or myself for not finding a way to make our relationship work. All I knew was that I was feeling very depressed. Over the next few weeks I continued to call her number, and each time getting more and more depressed. I left countless messages on her machine hoping she'd calm down and return them, but it wasn't happening. Sara wasn't making the whole experience any easier for me. Besides the knowledge that it was probably her fault for Grace leaving me, Sara was hardly around. Instead of staying near me and comforting her father in his time of despair, she would disappear for hours almost every day after school. When ever I would question where she went, she'd get very angry with me. I know going out is right of passage for teenage girls with new licenses, but I still found it odd. I suppose I would have looked further into it if I weren't so involved with my own personal life with Grace. Never the less, two months after I had last seen the girl I wanted to marry, my daughter finally came around to helping her father. Hoping to cheer me up, she told me of her desire to go back to the farm. Despite my anger of her, and my general depression, I agreed. I needed to get away, and the farm had always been a place of relaxation and enjoyment. That friday we drove to the farm. But like last time, the moment we arrived, she was off to play in the stables. As Charlie came out to give me a hand with the luggage, he seemed to be a bit timid, almost troubled. When I asked if anything was wrong, he simply shrugged it off. I was just hoping none of the animals were in any kind of trouble. That evening we had a wonderful meal, followed by a warm time around the fireplace. It was nice holding my daughter as we watched the fire crackle. I felt at peace with myself for the first time in awhile. That's when Sara decided to tell me of the surprise she had for me. But I would have to wait until tomorrow before she would give it to me. Despite my nagging, she refused to budge from the secret, but promised that I would really love it. The next morning I met my daughter for breakfast downstairs. She seemed to be in a really happy mood, if not a little bit anxious. She made me scrambled eggs and handed me a class of warm milk. I was in such a good mood that I failed to remember that our only cow stopped producing milk long ago. That was until my daughter brought it up. "So daddy, what do you think of the breakfast?" "Very good sweetie, thank you." "And what about the milk? I just milked it fresh." "It tastes...." I gave it another taste "...ok. But a little different than normal." "That's because it is. Its part of the surprise." She flashed a great big smile, which immediately caused me some fatherly concern. But taking a big gulp, I finish the unusual, but tasty drink. After breakfast I went back upstairs to get dressed. The whole time Sara begged me to hurry up. I think she was more excited about showing me her surprise than I was. She was practically leaping as we both made our way out of the house and to the stables. We had two different stables. One was the horse stables were we keep our two horses, and the second stable was for our cow. There they were kept for feeding and milking. That is the one we went to. When we finally arrived, Sara had me close my eyes. I smiled as she checked to make sure if I was peeking. Then Taking my hand, she led me in to the stable. I couldn't hear anything as I was led over the hay to one of the pens. When she was ready, she told me to open my eyes. "Ok daddy, you can open your eyes, I hope you like it!" I was frozen in shock. On the floor, on her hands and knees was Grace....completely naked. My eyes couldn't understand what they were looking at. She was just staying there, on the ground, looking at the floor. Immediately my eyes darted to the two giant orbs dangling from her chest. They were her tits, but must have been at least twice as large as I remember them. Below the swaying breasts was a milk bucket, which still had some milk in it. The next most shocking thing my eyes went to was her head. It was completely shaved bald. Her once long black hair was no more. This allowed me to easily see the cow bell hanging around her neck. Finally, to complete the horror, her once sexy ass was now a crisscrossing pattern of red welts. "Grace what on earth!" I yelled, but Grace didn't even look at me. She simply remained in her crawling position. "So dad what do you think of our new cow?" Sara chimed! I started shaking my head in confusion "New Cow?" "Gracey is now one of our cute farm animals, isn't that wonderful?" "But how? Why?" I was just overwhelmed with disbelief. "Its quite simple really. During our visit to the farm a month ago, Gracey loved watching the farm animals so much, that she just had to be one herself. When she told me of her desire, I told her how stupid she was, but she insisted on becoming a farm animal." I stared at Grace the whole time my daughter told her story, but she never made any indication that my daughter was lying. "So who am I to tell her she can't be one of our farm animals? But I told her that with big tits like her's, the only animal she could possibly be was a cow." I just couldn't believe her. There had to be something else going on here. My beautiful Grace couldn't actually want to be a cow, could she? "Sara, I don't know what you've done to Grace, but I'm taking her out of here right now." "But daddy!!!" She pleaded "She wants to be a cow. Just ask her." I looked at Grace, but couldn't bring myself to ask such a ridicules question. How can you ask another human being if they want to be a cow? But my daughter did just that. "Come on Gracey, tell your new owner you want to be a farm animal." To my utter amazement, she began shaking her bald head yes. "But Grace, why?" I said distressed, not believing what I was watching. "Go ahead Gracey, tell daddy why!" I could see Grace swallow back a sob as she answered my daughter "Moooooooo"! "And don't you just love it when I milk your tits like a cow?" I could see a small tear run down her cheek as she again shook her head yes. "WHAT? Milk her tits???" "That's right. I can milk her just like a real cow. What do you think you were drinking in the house?" I fell to my knees, unable to stand with the realization that I had just drank the milk of my girlfriend. "But how could she allow you to do that? How could she want to be our cow?" I still couldn't believe this was all true. How could the this gorgeous, successful woman rather be my cow than my girlfriend, or wife?" "Its ok daddy, its what she wants. Right Gracey?" Again Grace answered "Mooooo"! "Come daddy, watch me milk her. She just loves it when I do that." In ever continued disbelief, I watch my young daughter slid a stool next to the older woman before grabbing hold of one of the dangling breasts. Again my mind focused on how much bigger they where from when I last saw them. Almost like they were filled with.... I could see Grace's body tense as Sara touched her. Then like a real cow, Sara began to milk Grace by pulling and tugging on her breast. Beyond belief, milk actually began squirting out from her nipple. "You see daddy, stupid human cows have to be milked differently from real cows. You have to squeeze and pull in just the right places." She pulled extra hard to emphasize her point, causing Grace's face to wince. For five minutes I just kneeled on the floor and watch my daughter milk my girlfriend. She was soon milking both breasts freely. I was even surprised to hear Grace making low moaning sounds as Sara continued her breast manipulation. I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure on her part. The whole time I was just simply amazed that Grace would allow all this to happen. The Grace I knew was a strong minded, intelligent person with ambition. Never in a million years did I foresee this, her desire to live life as a common cow. But apparently that's exactly what Grace wanted as she passively allowed a girl half her age yank her enlarged tits for milk. By now I couldn't stand watching any more. All the depressing feelings I had felt for the past month came flooding back to me ten fold as I saw the degradation before me. It was all so inhuman. I rose from the ground and left the stable without saying a word. The walk back to the house was a total daze of confusion. I didn't even pay attention to the sounds of whippings coming from the stable I just left, or my daughter's berating. Back in the farm house, I sat down at the kitchen table and began to cry. I cried for the obvious reasons. It was a lot to take in. I had lost my girlfriend while gaining a cow. I'm sorry but that saddens me. About ten minutes later, Sara walked into the house with the bucket. It was half filled with milk. None of it seemed real to me. Even watching her empty the bucket into two milk bottle and placing them in the refrigerator didn't. Inside were already 12 full bottles. Then Sara sat down across from me at the table and held one of my hands. "Is everything alright daddy?" I looked at her with my eyes still red from the crying. "No everything is not alright. How could you not tell me about this? How could you let me suffer all this month when you knew quite well where she was?" "In our Stable?" "Yes in our stable!" "Well daddy, I didn't want you to....interfere with Gracey's....training." "Training?" "She wanted to be a cow so very much, but she was just so clueless as how to be one. That is where those marks on her behind come from. She needed to be taught properly." "Taught? Taught by whom? You were home with me almost the whole time." "Almost is right, but sometimes I was able to get away for a little visit to our cow. But there was someone else here who did a lot of the training." My eyes widened at I realized who it must have been. "Charlie? Charlie actually went along with this?" "Please don't be upset with him. He was only helping. Gracey wouldn't have become the cow she is today if Charlie wasn't here to feed her and continue her training." I lowered my head back into my hands. It was so much to take in. My daughter came around and hugged me. "Its ok daddy, its all for the best. Did you really want to marry a woman who prefers to live her life as a farm animal? And besides, its what she really wants. You should be happy for her." Despite my confusion, I realized that she was right. I really didn't want to marry a girl who'd rather be a cow. I hugged my daughter back. The rest of the day I avoided the stable. I wanted nothing to do with Grace. As far as I was concerned, she was nothing more than just an animal to me, not worthy of my attention. I rode the horses with Sara, fed the chickens, and drove into town with Charlie to reload on supplies. Neither Charlie or I discussed the human female than was crawling around in the barn. We both simply ignored the subject. Sara spent most of her free time with Grace in the stable. I wasn't sure exactly what she was doing with herm but I didn't care. As night fall began, we had another well made dinner by Sara. She was turning into quite a cook. Not long after that we both went off to bed. But as I lay there in the dark I found myself getting that lonely feeling again. I couldn't help but remember Grace's warm, soft body next to mine. How wonderful it had felt to have that smooth skin wrapped around mine. The way her large breasts felt in my hands. I found myself getting hard at all the images. "Dam it why can't she be here right now? Wouldn't she rather sleep naked in a warm bed with me than sleep naked outside in the cold barn?" I couldn't take it anymore. I had to find out once and for all what was going on, if this is really what she wanted. I needed to know for myself, and for my erection. Making sure my daughter was fast asleep in her room, I tip toed down the steps and made my way to the barn. Part of me was hoping she wasn't there, that I had been imagining the whole thing. That my girlfriend wasn't a cow. But there she was. She looked so peaceful, laying on her side fast asleep. Despite the fresh whip marks on her ass, the fingernail marks on her swollen tits, and the very bald head, she still look wonderful in my eyes. I knelt down beside her and watched for a moment as she slept. I was still in love with her. With out even thinking I lowered my lips to her's and kissed her. She moaned as she returned it. Lifting her head with one hand I continued to kiss her, even slipping my tongue into her mouth. I could tell she was still partially asleep but I didn't care. With my other hand I brought it to one of her large mounds and gently squeezed. Suddenly she woke and pushed me away. "Peter no, we can't!" I looked into her eyes with compassion "Why not? I love you. I want to be with you. Come with me out of here and into the house!" I could tell in her eyes that she wanted to, but.... "Peter I....I can't." "Why not, do you really want to live out here, in my farm, as a cow?" She held her head down and whispered "No!" I was elated, overjoyed. I knew deep down in my heart that she couldn't really have wanted this. That this had all been a mistake. "Then come back with me to the house, into my bed, where I can hold you forever!" "I want to Peter, believe me I want to, but I can't. My place....is here." "Living as a cow?" She sighed "Yes" "But...but why?" "Because of your daughter." "Sara?" "Yes" "I don't understand?" "Sara is the one who turned me into a cow." "But she told me it was you who wanted to become one?" The look in Grace's eyes told me it had all been a lie. "It happened the morning you and Charlie went into town, leaving Sara and I here alone. Remember how you told me to try to talk with her? To become better friends?" "Yes I remember." "Well, I tried. That morning I did my best to communicate with her. But every time she'd either just ignore me, or get very angry. But as you wanted, I tried my best. When I saw her go down to the barn, I followed her. There I saw here milking one of your cows. Since I had never seen it being done before, I thought it would be a good way to open a conversation with Sara." I nodded in agreement. "At first she ignored me as usual, but when I asked her how it felt to milk cows, she seemed to brighten up. She allowed me to pulled a stool next to her and watch how she did it. It wasn't long before she had me do it, telling me the best ways to milk the cow. But...." I raised my eye brow "But what?" "At one point I must have pulled too hard on one of the nipples because suddenly Sara got very upset with me. She was yelling and cursing. I tried to calm her down, and told her how sorry I was, but she didn't believe me. She asked me how I would have liked it if I had my nipples pulled and pinched by a hapless woman? When I didn't respond she demanded I leave. But I couldn't leave like that, not with her so angry. I had to ease the situation. I begged her to let me stay, and that's when she told me to remove my top." "What? Just like that?" "Yes. She said she wanted to show me how the cow felt if it was done to my breasts." "You mean milking?" She held back a sob "Yes." "But why didn't you just say no? Why didn't you just leave?" "I wanted to. I hated the little brat, but I thought of you. I love you so much and knew that our relationship couldn't work if you had a daughter who hated me. So...I...lowered my top." "Grace!" "I'm sorry Peter, I now know it was stupid. She was just so angry and demanding. She didn't leave me a lot of time to think, and I was feeling so horrible for hurting her cow." "Oh Grace, I can't believe you!" "I should have realized things were wrong when I first saw that smile on her face. But I thought I was just calming her down. When she ordered me to my hands and knees I hesitated. I didn't like where this was going. But that angry look of her's came back and I did as she asked." "Grace, your twice her age! How could you let her do that to you?" "I don't know what I was thinking, only that it was all for you. When I was on my hands and knees, she brought a stool next to me and placed a bucket beneath my breasts. I tried to tell her that I wasn't producing any milk, but she refused to listen as she grabbed hold of my left breast." "I can't believe I'm hearing this! My own daughter tricking my girlfriend like this." "Please Peter, this is very hard for me." "Sorry baby, please continue." "Once she had my breast in her hands, she immediately went to work trying to milk me. I have yet to get pregnant and of course nothing was coming out. After a few minutes of pulling and pinching my left breast was getting a little soar. But when I told her to stop, she refused and moved over to the other side to milk my right breast. And nothing came out of that one either, but she wasn't giving up. She stood up and disappeared behind me for a minute. I was about to get up when I felt a sharp prick in the back of my thigh. Instinctively I stood up and turned around to see your daughter giggling and holding a syringe." "A tranquilizer!" "Yes. The brat drugged me. After a couple of seconds I started getting dizzy. After a few more I was on the ground, past out!" "When I find that girl, I'm going to punish her like no daughter has been punished before." "But Peter, there's still more." "Just stop Grace, I can't take anymore." "But you must listen, I have to tell you all that I've been through." "Ok, I'll listen." "I don't know when I finally woke up, but when I did it was night time and I was completely naked. Worse, my hands and feet were shackled to the walls of the stable. Next to me was the bucket, but now it had some milk in it. I looked down at my breasts and sure enough there was dry milk around my nipples." "You actually lactated?" "No, it was fake. It was from one of your cows I think or maybe from the store. But at the time I didn't know she had dabbed the milk on my breasts while I slept. She was trying to trick me, and it worked. I thought it was from me. I looked around and noticed that Sara wasn't there. That's when I heard noises coming from the house. It was your voice, telling Charlie goodbye. You were leaving with Sara. Leaving me here, naked, alone." "Why didn't you cry out?" "Gosh I did. I screamed and screamed, but you never heard me. I begged you not to leave, but before I knew it, you and Sara were gone." "Oh I shouldn't have left so quickly Grace. I should have stayed longer and searched for you. I was just so upset when Sara told me you had left. And when I didn't see your car, I just assumed she was telling the truth." "I don't blame you Peter, you couldn't have known." "But I should have. I left you here to become a farm animal." "No, your daughter left me here to become a farm animal." I knew she was right, but it didn't make me feel any better. "I slept for the first of many nights in this stable. The dirt floor was cold and hard, but I did my best to fall asleep. The next morning was when Charlie came to visit me." "Charlie! His ass is fired the second I get you out of here." "Peter please don't say that. He was very nice to me. He took care of me while Sara was gone." "How could you say that? He could have set you free?" "Sara told him not to. She told him to keep watch over me while she was away. Its her you should be angry with, not Charlie!" "But who was it that gave you all those scares on your behind?" Grace winced as I reminded her of the whippings, "No that was all Sara. It was part of my....training. The only thing Charlie did was feed me and give me the injections." "Injections? What injections?" "The hormone injections so I would produce milk." "You can't be serious?" "It was horrible. The first time I received them was a few days later, when Sara came to visit me again. That is when she told me of her plans. Her plans to make me her own personal cow. I begged her over and over again to release me, but she would have none of it. I felt humiliated to be under her thumb like this, but there was nothing I could do, I was her's. Then she talked about my lack of milk production. She said I wasn't worth anything unless my 'udders' could produce milk. Out came the syringe, or rather two. One for each of my breast." "I can't believe my own daughter could be so cruel. I had no idea." "When I refused to co-operate with her, she got very angry and went to get a whip!" "Not the whip in the stable? The one we use on horses and cows?" "The same. When I still refused to the injections, she moved behind me. A moment later my ass was one fire. I must have let out an awful scream because Charlie was soon there as well, watching your daughter whip my ass. Gosh Peter she was merciless. No matter how much I cried, screamed, and begged she wouldn't stop. My ass felt like mince meat as she worked it over." I looked over to her ass. Sara indeed whipped it good. "When she finally did stop, I would have done anything to not get any more. I held still as she lowered the first syringe beneath my left breast and injected it with milk producing hormones. The same for the other." I again looked at her large breasts. They were still as beautiful as I remember, only now they were larger and full with milk. "After that she instructed Charlie how to administer the injections into each of my breasts. Once in the morning, and once in the evening. Finally, before she left, Sara told me that she was going to whip me one more time as punishment for dating her father. This is when she whipped me the hardest. "Oh my poor Grace!" "For every lick of the whip, she told me what it was for. The first was for me 'stealing' you away from her mother, the second was for trying to replace her mother, the third was for trying to be her friend, fourth for not listening to her orders the first time, and the fifth and final lash was for daring to masquerade as an intelligent human female instead of the ...<SOB>...Cow I really am!" Grace finally lost it and began freely sobbing. I immediately took her into my arms and held the crying woman tight. She had been through so much. I didn't want her to continue. I wanted to pick her up in my arms and carry her into the house were she belonged, not out here with the animals. But when I tried to lift her, she immediately pushed me away. "No! I can not leave!" "Why not? My daughter can no longer keep you here. Not with me around." "No no, I must not leave. This is where I am supposed to be. This is where I belong." "What on earth are you talking about?" "Peter, I am...a cow. Your daughter demands I live my life as an animal and I've accepted that. I can no longer fight her, this is what I truly am. I didn't like it when Sara told me the first time, but I realize this is what I am meant to be." "You can't be serious?" "I'm sorry Peter, but I cannot deny the truth. I am a milk producing cow for your daughter Sara. I belong to her now." "And she can belong to you as well Daddy!" I darted my eyes to the shadowy figure standing at the entrance of the stable. It was Sara. How long had she been standing there, listening to what we were saying? "Sara, you lied to me! You told me Grace wanted to become a cow. But you forced her!" "Oh daddy, I only helped her realize what she already knew deep down in her heart. I admit I had to push her in the beginning, but now she's a loyal cow, aren't you Gracey?" "MOOOO" I looked back at Grace in surprise. "What was that Gracey? Tell Daddy what you are?" "MOOOO....MOOOO....MOOOO" "I think you have you answer Daddy. She's all mine. But you can still play with her to." Sara approached the two of us and immediately Grace got to her hands and knees, breasts hanging free. Pulling up a stool, Sara placed a bucket beneath Gracey's chest. "Come on daddy, Gracey needs to be milked. Her big old tits are gonna burst if you don't. Come on, don't be afraid, they're just cow udders. Give the old cow a good milking." Sara took my right hand and guided it to Grace's left breast. Until this moment, every time I held these tits, it was the tits of my girlfriend, my lover. Strangely, now they were the tits of a farm animal, of a cow. I squeezed. Milked squirted from the nipple as Grace let out a low moan. <SLAP> "Mooo you bitch, cows don't moan, they mooo!" Sara yelled. Gracey began mooooing as Sara continued to spank her ass. In another a daze I was now freely milking both tits, amazed at how cow like it all was. The bucket below, the stable, the hay on the ground, and the cow. The bucket was rapidly filling with liquid as I tugged and pulled the same tits I once held with such love and care. But this is what she wanted, this is what she was. A cow! ---- Grace, or Gracey as we all call her now, permanently lives in our stable. I no longer consider her a human being. She is an official member of my farm animals. I even have her listed as an one of my cows for tax purposes, even though I leave out the fact that she once wasn't. But for the most part I want nothing to do with her. It disgusts me every time I think of her. She could have been my wife, now she sleeps on hay. I've even begun dating this new woman. Thankfully Sara actually likes this one. I'd hate to think we might have a new horse as well. But Sara thinks my new girlfriend reminds her of her mother, so she's ok with it. I've even brought my girlfriend to visit Gracey on a number of occasions, and she gets a big hoot out of the whole thing. She even sits down and milks Gracey from time to time, and Gracey is just happy as a.....well cow! But for the most part Sara is in full charge of her. The only time Gracey is let out of the stables is when Sara takes her to the field and lets her crawl around. We wouldn't want our cow to get too fat and unfit. Another side effect from the hormone injections. Usually once every week Sara gives Gracey a good hard cow whipping, just so that she remembers her place. Sara also makes sure her cow gets the daily hormone injection shots to keep those tits nice and full. But just to be cruel, Sara so enjoys waiting two or three days before milking her cow. By the third day Gracey's tits are so swelled up that they look like their going to explode. Gracey mooo's and mooo's to be milked, but she deserves to suffer as far as I'm concerned. Not long after that night in the stable, Sara suggested we take full control of Gracey's estate and assets. "They're only useful to humans, not stupid cows", as she so eloquently put it. Sara typed up all the necessary documents and Gracey freely signed all her worldly possessions away, which included a car, apartment, and Gracey's entire life savings, amongst other things. Most of these went to Sara. Sara just loves driving Gracey's car, now that she can stop hiding it from me in the farm garage. Finally, Sara made sure to tie up all her cow's loose ends. That way no one will come looking for her. She had Gracey phone in the hospital to tell them she was quitting, as well as other friends and family members that might be concerned for her. Now every one is happy. I'm going to be getting married in the spring, Sara now has her own car and plenty of college money, and Grace....well she gets to happily live out the rest of her life as my daughter's milk producing COW. The End! *********** All Comments are greatly appreciated, please send them to: [email protected] More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ Your encouragements keep me going :) ******* This work is copyright (c) 2003 by Phoenix Arrow. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted. *******

Title: Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders Author: Phoenix Arrow Part: Chapter 5 Keywords: F/F, f/F, inter, bdsm, exab, humil Redistribution: only for personal, nonprofit use. Short Summary: White females submitting to Black females. ********************************************************* Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy! Phoenix Arrow - [email protected] More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ ***************************** Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders Chapter 5 "LOLA! Get in her this instant!" "Yes Mrs Lowenstien? Is there anything wrong?" "What the hell are these?" "Those are your panties Mrs, I just had them cleaned for you." "Then why do they still look soiled? Did you hand wash them like I instructed you to?" "We'll, no ma'am...I...I...." "You WHAT?" "Mrs they were dirty, I just felt better putting them in the wash." "Gosh you must be dumb. Your just begging for me to call INS aren't you." "No Mrs Lowenstien, PLEASE, I'm sorry. Here, let me take them right now and wash them." "And what about the rest of the house? Are you vacuuming and dusting like you are supposed to?" "Yes, I clean all the time." "Then why is there dust on these shelves? Gosh, do you really want to be on the first boat back to Haiti?" "No Ma'am, I'm sorry. I will do better." "See that you do. There are plenty of immigrant black women like yourself begging to land a job like this. You just remember that." "Yes Mrs Lowenstien, thank so very much." <Ring Ring Ring> "Lola, see who that is calling." "Right away Ma'am." With a sigh of frustration at her newest maids incompetence, Cindy Lowenstien resumed changing for the social engagements later on in the day. These engagements always required the wealthy woman to look her best, especially when it made the other women in the community only that much more jealous. Ever since Thomas first slide that large diamond ring across her finger, she'd been the envy of every woman. But she certainly couldn't do it all with dirty panties. Either Lola learned how to hand wash them properly, or she'd have to find yet another immigrant black woman to take her place. "Mrs Lowenstien, it is your daughter, she wants to talk with you." Spoke Lola as she rushed into the master bedroom. "Oh wonderful, thank you Lola. Now be a good little maid and wash these like your supposed to." Throwing her silk panties at the humble woman, Cindy turned to walking briskly over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello baby, is every thing going well?" "Hello mother. Everything is going....ok. Um....I was wondering if you could please come pick me up from Trish's house?" "Come pick you up? But I'm getting ready for the Social later today, can't her parents bring you home?" "Well her parents aren't home at the moment, and Trish says she really wants to finally meet you." "Meet me? Isn't this the girl who stole your captaincy on the squad? Gosh Amber, I have no idea why you insist on being friends with this girl." "Please mother, lets not talk about this again. Now write down this address." Cindy took a moment to find paper and a pen before writing down her daughter's location. "Ok sweetie, I'll come right now. But be ready when I get there. I can't be late to the Social." "Yes mother, I'll try to be ready...<SLAP>....Oweeee....um....I've got to go mother!" "Wait, what was that sound. Is everything ok?" "Ah, yes yes, everything is just fine. Trish was only trying to make me hurry up....<SLAP>....Ahhh....Bye, please come soon....<CLICK>." Cindy remained standing in momentary confusion. "That was certainly an odd call." In any case she was only slightly concerned as she hung up the phone with her daughter. It was indeed rare for her to ever be asked to pick up Amber from a friend's house. Usually the other parents were so happy to have Amber playing with their daughter, that they always offered to bring her home personally. Never the less Cindy pushed her pride aside as she readied herself. Putting on a fresh pair of silk panties, she hurriedly put on a fashionable dress before making her way out to the Mercedes. Soon she was off and away from the respected upper class neighborhood and towards the address her daughter had given her. As she drove, Cindy couldn't shake away how unusual her daughter sounded, and even regretful at having to ask her mother to pick her up. Mrs Lowenstien knew very little about this new friend of her daughter's. Only that she was a fellow cheerleader and the new captain of the squad. Cindy recalled how disappointed she was after learning of her daughter's decision to surrender the captaincy to this new girl. It was quite the shame. Colleges tend to look at things like that and being the captain of your high school cheerleading squad could have gone a long way towards getting her into one of the IV league schools. Mrs Lowenstien had big ambitions for her daughter. Never the less, both girls seemed to really be hitting it off. It wasn't long before her daughter was seemingly spending all her free time with this girl. So overall Cindy was actually happy her daughter found a friend she enjoyed so much. And who knows, maybe they'd even go to the same college after high school. With a relaxed sigh, Mrs Lowenstien pulled off the highway and continued following her daughter's directions into the inner city streets. So into her own thoughts, she hardly noticed the staggering change in style of the houses. What was once slight concern was slowly turning into mild confusion as she slowed her car to take note of the lower income housing. "This can't be!" Questioned the worried mother as she re-examined the directions again. Turning around, she double backed to make sure she was on the right street. Indeed she was. Again she looked at the houses up and down the street. There was no mistaking it, this was a lower middle class black neighborhood. "But why would she tell me to come here?" The very confused women wondered. She just couldn't fathom the possibility that her daughter could be friends with another white girl who lived in such a low class neighborhood. Not even for a moment did it occur to her that the friend might not even be white. Pushing on, she continued on her trek. Pressing further and further into the inner streets despite her worries. Finally she came upon the house indicated on the address. A two story building that looked only slightly better than the surrounding houses, as if some work had been done to it recently. With her out of place Mercedes parked in the drive way, Cindy made her way to the door and rang the bell. After a brief moment, the door was opened. Mrs Lowenstien quickly took note of the white woman greeting her at the door and almost took a step back. Though wearing rather raggy clothing with a stereotypical maid's apron, and a feather duster in her hand, the woman looked completely out of place. She was roughly the same age as herself, but even with her dirty hands and tired face, Cindy knew this wasn't the normal life for this woman. Cindy hadn't become a community socialite for nothing. She could always read a person's character from the moment she first saw them, and this woman was clearly not what she appeared to be. The manicured nails attested to that, and her eyes spoke of a kinder, more authoritative time in her life not all that long ago. Why this woman was now standing before her wearing a silly little apron in a black neighborhood was a question she could not answer. "Hello, may I help you?" The woman asked, with a hint of bitterness in her voice. "Yes hello, I am here to pick up my daughter Amber. Is she ready?" Cindy saw the woman pause for a moment, looking at her almost with slight pity, then led her into the house. Looking around, the home looked pretty much like what she'd expect, though very clean. The white woman had obviously taken her duties seriously. "The girls are upstairs. The young Mistress wants you to go up there to retrieve your daughter." "Mistress?" Cindy wondered. This woman was certainly a well trained maid. But feeling the need to make absolutely sure, she took the opportunity. "Excuse me for asking, but is Trish your daughter?" Quite surprisingly the woman began blushing as she answered. "No....I am the....um....family....servant Jennifer.." She was clearly not proud of her position "...Now if you'll excuse me, I must get back to my cleaning." With that, the middle aged white women swiftly moved off to dust a shelf. It was at that moment that Mrs Lowenstien saw the picture frames on the shelf being dusted. All of them contained black people. What was once worry, turned confusion, was now full fledged anger. "How dare my daughter socialize with a black girl? How stupid can she be? How does she expect to get anywhere in life having friends like that?" She knew these thoughts were morally wrong, but anger and disappointment flooded her emotions none the less as she stormed up the stairs, towards Trish's room. Once there she readied herself to burst through the door, but paused momentarily as she heard some mumbling on the other side. Curious, she moved her ear closer to the door, yet still couldn't make out who or what was being said. Moments later there was a loud crack, followed by a restrained cry of pain. Mrs Lowenstien took a quick breath as she realized who had made that cry. It was her daughter Amber. Not waiting another second, she turned the handle and burst through the door. What she saw drained all the blood from her face. Hanging from the ceiling, naked, with a tear strained face was her precious teenage daughter Amber. Cindy almost fell to her knees as she saw her dear daughter hanging by her hands from the rope attached to the ceiling. Her tan breasts and pert pink nipples quivering under the ragged breathing. The rest of her slim body a criss-crossing pattern of pinkish/red marks. Standing confidently next to her daughter, with a crop in her hand, was a black teenage girl. For a moment, none of the women said a word. Cindy kept looking back and forth from her daughter's tear strained face, to her reddened body, to the crop in the black teen's hand. Suddenly the crop came down hard against Amber's bottom, eliciting a fresh cry. Cindy placed a hand to her mouth in complete shock. "Hello Mrs Lowenstien, I've so wanted to meet you. Please undress and take your place next to your daughter so that we may get properly introduced." Cindy blinked several times. The words not registering at all in the confused mother's brain. "You know how to undress don't you Mrs Lowenstien? Even a wealthy woman like you should be capable of doing it all by yourself without someone helping." Cindy quickly regained her composer, not believing the audacity of this girl. How dare she suggest such a thing. Who the hell did she think she was, and what the hell was going on here. Mrs Lowenstien was not going to wait around here to find out. "Amber get down from there this instant, we're getting out of here." Yet Amber remained where she was, in fact looking back at Trish with fear, who quickly raised her crop and brought it down again against the reddish white cheeks of her personal cheerleader slut. "Ahhh....56...thank you my Queen!" Cindy had flinched when she heard the odd phrase spoken by her daughter. "My Queen?" Trish looked coolly at the distressed mother. "I don't think she'll be going any where." "Amber, what's wrong? Why are you letting this...this girl hurt you like this? Please just get down, get dressed and come home!" Trish lightly stroked her pets nipples with the flexible stick while speaking "Go ahead Amber, tell your mommy why your letting me whip your dumb white ass." Amber stared at her mother, another tear running down her cheek. "Because....because...." Trish flung the crop down across Amber's chest. "AHHHHH....because....I'm STUPID mommy!.....I'm just a stupid white cunt.....who needs to serve her Mistress....<CRACK>....uhhhhhh....her BLACK MISTRESS!..... I need, I want to be her slave. Its what I'm supposed to be!" Cindy began to weep at her daughter's words. This is not how she raised her daughter. She raised Amber to become a success. To go off to college, to marry a rich man, to have a successful life. How dare she risk loosing all that by giving in and being a slut to a lower class black girl? Desperately, Cindy look now at Trish with pleading eyes. "Please let her go. You don't need her. There are plenty of other white girls you could take. Please, not my daughter, not my baby." "Yes your daughter, yes your baby. She belongs to me now. Isn't that right Amber?" "Yes my Queen, I belong to you" ....WHACK...."Owwww.....59....thank you my Queen!" Tears filled the mother's eyes as she listened to her daughter's admittance. Her breasts turning red as Trish moved the crop down over the white girl's well-defined stomach. "Is it really so hard to believe Mrs Lowenstien? That your daughter would want to serve a black girl? Haven't you ever felt the urge to serve yourself?" Cindy stared hard at the black teen through her tears. "Haven't you ever wanted to kneel before a black woman and kiss her toes?" "No never! That's horrible. I would never be caught doing such a degrading thing!" "I didn't say anything about being caught. But privately, like in your home, with someone you've been very disrespectful to!" Cindy couldn't help but look at the girl with confusion "I don't understand. What are you talking about?" "Amber has been telling me all about your black maid. The one who you behave very rudely to all the time." Mrs Lowenstien didn't respond. She knew exactly what Trish was talking about. It was often that she had to yell at Lola for doing something wrong. But so what? Where was she going with this? "Amber tells me that you love to order your black servant around. Having her cook your meals, clean your house, wash your dirty panties." Again Cindy didn't respond. "You just can't get enough of ordering a black woman around. But I know something that you'd love even more, (Cindy held her breath) if she ordered YOU around instead!" Mrs Lowenstien's knees buckled, causing her to lean back against the wall to remain standing. A tingle of electricity could be felt deep inside her belly. "I bet you want Her to tell you what to do. YOU want to be the one dressed up in a maid uniform. YOU want to be the one cooking HER meals, cleaning HER house, washing HER panties. YOU want to be HER servant. DONT YOU MRS LOWENSTIEN?" Cindy completely shocked herself as she found her head shaking yes. A cloud of submissiveness was overcoming her. She didn't know how or why what the girl was saying was turning her on so much. All she knew was that her once cold, dry vagina was now hot and moist. Her mind was a swirl of images of her, a rich socialite standing over a sink, wearing a degrading maid's uniform, cleaning her black servant's dirty panties. <WHACK> "Uhhhhh....60....thank you my Queen." Mrs Lowenstien no longer protested the abuse of her teen daughter. In fact, she found herself becoming strangely envious of Amber. All this talk of serving her maid was making her... Trish seemed to know exactly what was going on through the older woman's mind. It wasn't all that long ago, during one of her tension relieving sessions with Amber that she had predicted Mrs Lowenstien would be right at her daughter's side if she ever found out what was going on. And now it was time for that to come true. "Amber, you may come down from the ropes. I want you to bring your mother closer to me." Mrs Lowenstien watched as her daughter actually untied herself from the hanging rope, amazed that she could have freely released herself at any time. In a moment Amber had come beside her, taking her mother's hand, guiding the two of them to where Trish had taken her seat on the edge of the bed. The black girl's smooth, strong legs confidently on display as she sat crossed legged. Despite being the one standing, Cindy very quickly felt small before the black girl. "Amber, you may remove your mother's panties." Cindy gasped at the order. Its implications swirled in her head like a tornado. Yet the moment became surreal when she felt her daughter's obeying hands reaching under her dress. As the hands slowly made their way up her legs, a voice deep inside Cindy was screaming, begging for it all to stop before it went completely out of control. But there was an even louder force inside her. Her breathing became faster and more heavy with each moment passing. Her daughter's finger's soon wrapping around the band of her undergarment, beginning the slow tug down. By now Mrs Lowenstien's eyes were locked on Trish's. Unable to look away as her very own daughter rolled her silk panties down past her heavy thighs, knees, calves, ankles, and finally high heels. Instinctively Cindy raised her feet, allowing Amber to freely removed her mother's most intimate garment. Rising again, Amber then handed them to Trish, who with a smile held it up for display on her crop. All three women could see the wet stain on it. The musky smell emanating from it revealed what the stain was from. "My my my, looks like Mrs Lowenstien is a submissive white doggy just like her pretty little daughter." Cindy moaned at the insult. All her life she's demanded powerful white men and women show her total respect, yet this impudent black teenager was calling her a dog, and she liked it. Why was all this turning her on so much? How could she get so....horny....losing control like this in front of two teens? Letting the silk panties fall from the crop, Trish continued her game of conquest. "Amber, you may remove your mother's dress. "No!" Came the mousy, almost whispering objection from the fast falling wealthy socialite. Trish simply gave her latest conquest a deep, intimidating stare. Cindy didn't stand a chance as she passively allowed her nude daughter to grab hold of the top of her dress, and slowly began lowering it. Mrs Lowentsien's heart was pumping a millions miles as her upper waist became exposed, followed by her intimate pubic mound. This was crazy. For the life of her, Cindy couldn't comprehend how this was all happening. How she was simply standing there submissively, being slowly displayed. All she knew was that she both wanted, and dreaded what was soon to come. With the dress sliding past her curvy hips, it easily fell to the floor. For the first time she could feel just how truly turned on she was, as the cool air rolled over the cunt juice dripping down her thighs. It was a sight not unnoticed by the black tormentor. "Now her blouse!" Passively she watched Amber come in front of her and unbutton her blouse. It wasn't all that long ago that she remembered putting it on, in anticipation of the evening's social engagement. It was clear she would not be making it as her daughter soon went to work removing her last protective clothing, her bra. Another second and Cindy stood completely naked in her high heels. "Hmmmm, very nice. Its always a treat to inspect the intimate regions of America's wealthy white women. Mrs Lowentien please be a good dear and spread your lips for me with your fingers." With trembling fingers and not an ounce of resistance left, Mrs Lowenstien, a wealthy upper class community socialite and mother of one, lowered her fingers to her moist sex, and promptly spread her labia lips for the black teenage girl. For the life of her, she couldn't understand how she could be so willing to allow this low class black girl to torment her like this? Why was it all feeling so natural? "Mrs Lowentien, this puss is really soaking up isn't it?" Teased Trish, as she began slowly rubbing the older woman's opened, excited sex with the end of the crop, eliciting a low moan. "You know Mrs Lowentien, you white females must really learn your place." Trish gave the trembling white mother's clit a light flick with the crop, making her knees slightly buckle. "Just look at your daughter here, she resisted at first, but now she's become the perfect white subby bitch, aren't you princes?" With half closed eyes Mrs Lowentien heard her daughter's reply "Yes my Queen, I am your white subby bitch." "You see? I own your prissy daughter. Her white ass now belongs to me. Isn't that lovely?" "YESSSSS" The reply managed to shock to tormented mother. Did she not care for her daughter anymore? Did she really find it "Lovely" that her aspiring young daughter was now a slave to a low class girl? The truth of the matter was that because of Trish's incessant pussy rubbing, Cindy would have said anything the young Black Mistress wanted. She needed the attention she was getting, in fact craved it. If only Trish would..... "Please....." "Please what Mrs Lowenstien?" "Please stick it....inside. "Stick it inside where Mrs Lowenstien?" "Please stick it inside my.....inside my...." Trish giggled at the sight of a horny, middle aged wealthy white woman begging to have a stick shoved up her sopping wet cunt, yet too embarrassed to fully admit it. But Trish had other plans at the moment, and they included whipping every one of those voluminous, motherly curves. Mrs Lowentien moaned pathetically as Trish removed her ridding crop from her sex. Her wealthy, snobbish lifestyle meaning nothing compared to the frustrating need for satisfaction. Cindy hardly objected when she felt her daughter's hands lifting her arms to the ropes above. Hardly even realized the full implications of getting her wrists tied tight, her body stretched and exposed to the black teen coming about, with the wicked crop in her clutches. "So Mrs Lowenstien, what's the name of this black servant of yours?" Cindy hesitated for a moment, feeling the crop caressing her body. "Lola! Her name is Lola." "Ah, Lola. A very nice sounding name, almost too good for a maid don't you think?" Cindy didn't respond, still too focused on the caressing stick. <WHACK> Cindy's ass went on fire as the sting registered in her brain, causing her to cry out. "ANSWER ME!" "Yes yes, too good of a name!" Amber, I don't think your mother is paying proper attention. Go and play with her horny nipples for her." Cindy immediately started feeling regretful as she watched her daughter rise and walk in front of her. No! She didn't want it to be her daughter hurting her. Not her little princess. <WHACK> As Trish connected another painful sting to the rich mother's pale cheeks, Amber reached up and wrapped her fingers around her mother's rock hard nipples. Both mother and daughter stared into each other's eyes, with Cindy's pleading for Amber not to do it, Amber almost regretful that she had to. A cry of pain escaped the lips of Mrs Lowenstien as Amber squeezed her fingers hard together. The mother was powerless to stop the attack while her daughter relentlessly pinched and twisted her mother's poor nipples. The whole time, neither women looked away from each other's eyes. <WHACK> "So Mrs Lowentien, when you go back home today, who is going to be the new Mistress of the house?" Cindy bit her lower lip. She knew what Trish was expecting her to say, and she so badly wanted to say it, but....but.... <WHACK> "I said, who will be the new Mistress of the Lowentien home?" "Mmmm....my....mmmmaid.....Lola" <WHACK> "And who'll be the new servant of the house?" "I.....I WILL" <WHACK> This hit against her soar buttocks was the hardest yet. With her daughter still abusing her nipples, the Cindy's body was quickly becoming overwhelmed. She could feel the pulsing of her cunt. "Who will be doing all the cleaning from now on?" "I WILL" <WHACK> "Who will be cooking all the meals?" "I WILL" <WHACK> "Who will be washing all the dirty panties?" "I WILL" <WHACK> "Who will be spending all her free time kissing her Black Mistress's Feet?" "I WILL" <WHACK> Suddenly Trish moved the crop between the trembling mother's thighs from behind. Cindy was so close to the edge now. Even a slight breeze of air against her lips would send her off. "So Mrs Lowenstien, who will become the best stupid white subby bitch to her former Black Maid?" Cindy gulped before fully surrendering, "I WILL!" <WHACK> With an un-Earthly scream, Mrs Lowentien's body burst like a dam. Her body shaking uncontrollably as her whipped pussy violently convulsed, freely releasing copious amounts of female juice. With Amber still grasping her mother's nipples, Cindy's body bucked wildly on the ropes for what seemed like hours, before finally becoming limp. Releasing her bonds, Cindy collapsed to the floor still moaning and cumming at the feet of a black woman. A place she never thought she'd ever be, and a place where she'd be staying for a long long time. ----- Mrs Lowentien watched as the young male studs did there pre-game exercises. Running, stretching, and generally goofing off as fans filled the stands. Cindy really wasn't even sure why she was here. She had never been very interested in seeing football games, or rarely attended her daughter's cheerleading practices. She just had so many other activities that required her presence. That was of course before she had met Trish. Now those activities seemed less and less important in her life. Last night Trish had ordered the wealthy woman to attend the game, saying she would witness a very special cheerleading performance. This of course caused her to cancel yet another significant social engagement today, which she had been planning on attending for some time now. Yet she had learned well enough by now not to question a black woman's command. Her new Mistress Lola had ensured that. Cindy resisted the erg to sit down as long as she could. She had come to the game straight off a fresh paddling. Apparently, her maid training had hit a few bumps with her Mistress and was punished accordingly. But regretfully, she soon took her seat before there wasn't any room left. "Are you ok?" Cindy turned to look at the woman sitting next to her. The woman had obviously seen the look of discomfort on her face when she rested her sore bottom on the bleacher seat. "Ah, yes I am fine thank you." Mrs Lowenstien did her best to look sincere. "No problem, you just looked like you were in pain. These seats are a bit hard on the backside. So which boy is yours?" "Boy? What do you mean?" "Do you have a son playing in the game?" "Well no actually, I'm here to watch my daughter. She's one of the cheerleaders." "Oh really? What's her name?" "Amber" "Amber! Wow, you really have a beautiful daughter. I've seen her cheer before, she's fantastic. Wasn't she once the captain of the squad?" Cindy momentarily looked away in disappointment, especially knowing the real reason why. The woman held her hand out, "My name is Mary Struat." Cindy smiled at the woman and shook her hand "I'm Cindy Lowenstien." Both women smiled mutually. "To be honest with you Cindy, I'm not here to watch the football game either. I'm very interested in watching the cheerleaders." Mrs Lowenstien gave her a quizzical look. Mary laughed when she saw the expression on the mother's face. "No no, not in THAT way. I'm actually a high school cheerleading coach myself. I'm here to scout the competition. I've heard great things from this squad. Too great actually. You see at the end of each year, the City Cheerleading Association awards the best squad with a trophy. Usually the race comes down to between Jessica and I." Cindy again looked confused "Jessica?" "You know, Jessica Simons! She's the Coach of your daughter's squad." Cindy made a fake expression of realization. But the truth of the matter was that she really had no clue who Jessica Simons was, never mind the fact that she was her daughter's Coach. "Any way, usually it's her and I who have the best squad year in and year out. We've actually gotten to have quite a bit of a rivalry going between us." "So who's going to win it this year?" "That's what I'm here to find out. Apparently Jessica's added a few new girls into the group that has really catapulted her squad to the top. I need to see what my girls are up against." Almost on cue, the cheerleaders came rushing out onto the field from the locker rooms. Instantly both women were taken aback by just how many black girls were on the squad, roughly half. Its known black girls are rarely seen on cheerleading squads, so half was really unique. "Wow, I had no idea Jessica had made such a significant change. Last year she didn't have a single black girl." "Is it really such a big deal? Do they really improve the squads?" Cindy wondered out loud. "Well from my experiences, black girls do tend to be a little more athletic. But their authoritative attitudes can get really annoying. I have two on my squad to keep the school board happy, but HALF? That's almost like cheating." They continued to watch as the girls moved closer to the stands. Cindy could immediately make out Amber. She was as pretty as always, running in her form fitting uniform. But the mother couldn't help but remember where that pretty little face had been not too long ago. Between the legs of the equally beautiful black teenage girl running near her. "I believe the girl next to your daughter is the new captain. I've heard she's very good." Cindy's tingling cunt spoke of the stinging pain it had once received. "Yes, she's very good indeed." Mary could just catch a hint of embarrassment on her new friend's face. "I wonder where Jessica is? She usually always accompanies her girls out onto the fields...." Suddenly a look of complete shock overcame the coach. "Oh my GOSH! IS THAT...HER?" Mrs Lowenstien quickly looked back at the squad, which had by now assembled in front of the stands. For a moment, Cindy was unsure what Mary had been referring to. All she could see were cheerleaders. White ones, black ones, tall ones, short ones, and...and.... She almost had to do a double take before believing her own eyes. Standing in the middle of the squad was what appeared to be a middle aged white woman, dressed up in full cheerleading garb, and looking utterly humiliated. The uniform, obviously too small for her larger frame, stretching humorously across her chest, while barely covering her upper thighs. The men for the most part hardly took notice, choosing instead to whistle at the teens in skimpy uniforms. But Cindy clearly could hear the women around her giggling as they took noticed of the spectacle. It quickly spread until most were pointing and laughing. "What on earth is she doing?" Said an amused, yet still flabbergasted rival coach. Cindy continued to closely analyze the woman, who despite looking embarrassed beyond belief, still managed to maintain a perky bright smile like the rest of the cheerleaders. What ever the reason for being dressed like that, the woman was apparently taking the act very seriously. In a few moments the football game began and everybody seemed to calm down as they paid attention to the game. Yet it didn't take long for their eyes to quickly revert back to the spectacle closer to them. Both Cindy and Mary's eyes became riveted on the older cheerleader as she did her best to follow along with the younger girls. It almost became comical watching her struggle to keep her large breasts from bouncing obscenely in her tight top, threatening to pop out at any moment. But the scandal had just begun. When the girls began to do more physical exercises, a new wave of shock hit the crowd. As different girls twirled and jumped, it was quickly becoming obvious that none of the white girl's had any panties on. Tone white legs framed the pink on display as men hooted and whistled, while the women bitterly hissed, expressing their extreme disapproval. As un-usual as the performance was, none of the girls seemed to act as if anything was out of the ordinary. White girls continued their routines unabated, despite the fact that their intimate sexes could be seen by all. While the black girls did seem to have their regulation cheerleading panties on, they to didn't seemed to be bothered by the exhibitionist display of their white counterparts. A few weeks ago, Mrs Lowenstien would have dropped dead from watching her daughter so shamelessly display herself like this in public. Of course that was when she had sat firmly atop the social standings of the community. Back when she had been married to a successful businessman. Back when she was the wealthy, respected, mother of an aspiring young daughter. And on the outside none of that had changed. She was still well respected, still envied of her marriage, and still had a beautiful daughter. But on the inside, so much had change in such a short period of time. She had witnessed first hand her daughter's submissive service to a low class black girl. She had allowed the same black girl to dominate her mind, body, and soul. And then shockingly agreed to switch roles with her own servant, and is now the maid of her own home, serving Lola in every way. Cindy looked down at her dirty fingernails and wanted to weep, despite the itch in her cunt. However, the woman sitting beside the distraught mother was thinking quite different thoughts. With a growing evil smile, Mary took in the whole circus going on before her. Never had she in a millions years dreamed of something like this happening. Her arch coaching rival performing like some teenage cheerleader, seemingly humiliating herself for no apparent reason. Mary had come here very worried, expecting full well that she'd lose this years Cheerleading Award to her despised rival. But now, as she watched Miss Simons foolishly prance around, exposing herself, she knew she'd be the one winning when she was through with her. The rest of the game pretty much went the same. Despite the occasional breast pop out of Miss Simons, nothing else surprising took place. Except at the end of the game of course. While most of the women in the stands had calmed their hissing and taunting down to mild bitterness, the men and young boys never let up in their excitement. So it was really of no surprise when one by one, a black cheerleader would lead a reluctant white cheerleader off to the side fences where the local boys seemed to be gathering. At first it was difficult to see what was going on. The fence, being off to the side, made it hard for most spectators to witness. But soon it became apparent to both Cindy and Mary what was going on. One by one, a black teen would present a white girl in front of the fence, and while standing behind her, would unceremoniously peel back the uniform top of the white girl, exposing the pale breasts beneath to the hungry hands. From behind, Cindy could clearly see Trish presenting Amber to a group of boys, who jousted for position as Trish lifted the top. Mrs Lowenstien felt numb watching her daughter get fondled in public by strangers. Miss Simons was no exception as a young looking black girl guided the heavy footed older woman to the fences, where her large orbs where displayed as well. Mary could just see the grimiced look on the face of her rival as an older man gave them a hard squeeze. Not finished with her task, the black teen took hold of the front of Miss Simons' skirt and lifted it up as well, allowing full access to the flesh that lay beneath there. Having seen enough, Mrs Lowenstien rose to say goodbye to Mary. Then she hurriedly made her way to the Mercedes. Her Mistress was expecting her home shortly, and she still had plenty of cleaning left to do. Mary on the other hand continued to watch with excitement at the never ending spectacle. She just couldn't believe her luck. No longer was she preoccupied with thinking how to best her rival. Instead she was thinking up all the delicious ways she could take full advantage of her rival's stupidity. And the ones she came up with made her smile. ----- Miss Simons meekly followed behind Sasha as they exited the field. Her tender breasts aching under the tight fitting top due to all the pinching and squeezing. This easily reminded her of the time she had scolded Trish for encouraging this type of shameful displaying. Now she had willingly allowed her own white breasts to be revealed, to be manhandled by complete strangers, as well as having their nasty fingers probe and prod her sex. Gosh she needed a shower. But it was all over, at least for now. For weeks she had dreaded the day of her first real performance. The day she'd have to face the world and perform as Trish's newest "Little White Cheerleader". But she had done it. She had proven to Trish that she could, at least she hoped she did. Never the less it was over for now. She didn't have to hide her eyes from all those women shaming her, or all those men salivating at the older slut with no panties. Yes indeed it all had been very embarrassing. Back inside the locker room all the girls had begun undressing for the showers. Miss Simons couldn't help but stare longfully at Trish as she pealed off her uniform, revealing her sweaty dark statue-esc body before strolling into the showers. The former coach no longer challenged the notion of Natural Dominance. She now knew her place as a white woman serving a black. She had fully accepted it. She wanted nothing more than to become Trish's slave. To be down on her knees worshiping those feet, kissing those strong black legs, planting her tongue deep into her Mistress's round ass. But that job was Amber's. Pretty white Amber. Miss Simons found herself getting jealous and angry at the attention Trish gave Amber over herself, but she knew why. There was no way she could compete with the white teen. Her toned body looked almost as good as Trish's, only it wasn't black. Never the less her long blond hair, perky tits, and athletic build was more than anything the middle aged former coach could compare to. And as proof to that, Miss Simons took note of the new tattoo present on Amber's ass as she disappeared behind Trish into the misty showers. Written in small but decorative letters on her upper left cheek were the words "Trish's Property". With a slight sigh, Miss Simons removed her uniform and followed Sasha into the showers where she began her now regular chore of lathering up the young girl's black body. Rubbing her shoulders, then her back, followed by the light washing of her small pert breasts and belly. The hardening dark nipples spoke of Sasha's growing excitement. As Miss Simons kneeled to the floor to wash Sasha's legs, it was becoming obvious Sasha wanted something more than a simple cleaning. "Hmmmm, good coachy. Rub my soar legs, that feels soooo good." Miss Simons continued to message her partner's thighs as commanded, hoping it would be enough to satisfy the young girl. She should have known better. "But you know what would feel even better don't you?" Miss Simons didn't answer, knowing full well where she was going with this. "You did a most excellent job on my puss last time. I wonder if that looong pink tongue of yours is still numb?" Again the coach didn't speak, only shaking her head no slightly as she began washing the girl's strong calves. "Great to hear. I think I might just be using it again today after the showers. How does my coachy feel about that?" Miss Simons looked up at the young black girl with worried eyes. "Please, no Sasha...I....I can't. Not again." Sasha simply smilled back at her. "Don't give me any of that silly. I saw perfectly well what you were doing after you finished licking me last time. You couldn't rub that clitty of yours fast enough." Miss Simons gasped as she felt Sasha's big toe pressing into her sex, scratching her clit. She had lifted her right foot between the knelling thighs of the older woman. Miss Simons couldn't help but let out a low moan as she closed her eyes and found herself rubbing her hips back. "Doesn't this feel good coachy?" "Huh huh!" Was all she could muster. "Do you want me to continue?" The coach nodded her head yes. She needed this after all the attention on the field. "Sure thing.... right after you lick my puss!" Miss Simons opened her eyes wide at Sasha. She couldn't mean right here, IN THE SHOWER? Taking a quick look around, clearly a few of the girls were looking her way, watching the game being played. Miss Simons looked over at Trish, who was slightly bent over against the wall as Amber gingerly washed her shapely ass. "Go on, do it quick. She'll never know!" Sasha gave the quivering clit one last flick with her toe before lowering her foot to the ground and spreading her legs slightly. Again Miss Simons looked over to where Trish and Amber were. Trish had specifically forbidden any sexual contact between the cheerleaders. Yet here she was, kneeling on the wet tile floor, staring at the dark lips of the girl's vagina. Last time she was in this position, they were alone and it had taken forever for the young girl to cum. Now they were being watched by several of the girls and Trish's disapproving eye threatened to turn around at any moment. But all she had to do was give her a quick lick. A quick flick of the tongue and she'd get her own pussy played with by Sasha's scratching toes. Miss Simons moved her head forward as she positioned her mouth up near the heated pussy. Then she darted out her tongue. But instead of it coming back into her mouth as expected, she found her entire face wedged between Sasha's thighs, her tongue implanted inside the pink cunt. A muffled moan escaped the captured coach as she realized Sasha's hands were firmly holding her head against the dark sex. Jessica tried to wiggle out but it was no use. "You better hurry up and get to work before she turns around to see what the horny white slut is doing!" Miss Simons paused only briefly, followed by Sasha's deep sigh as her former coach hungrily went to work on her cunt. Miss Simons began flicking her tongue anywhere it would go. Every second counted. With the hot water beating down on her back while she attacked the young girl's clit and lips in the desperate effort to make the brat cum. The last thing she wanted was for Trish to discover what she was doing. It would only mean trouble. But thanks to her efforts, this time she could feel Sasha's cunt begin to quiver. Another moment and she'd be on the verge of orgasm. She was so close. Just a second longer and ...... Miss Simons' own vagina exploded in intense pain as someone began pinching the hell out of her blood engorged clit, causing her to clamp her teeth down hard around Sasha's clit as well, eliciting a horrible scream from the black girl. Both females shuddered and collapsed to the ground in wave after wave of pain and pleasure. Miss Simons' clit struggled to throb and pulse as the mysterious, unmerciful fingers continued to squeeze her little bud flat. In another moment, she passed out on the tile floor, the hot water still beating down on her naked limp body. ----- "Miss Simons, get in my office this instant!" Jessica moaned as she rolled over, barely hearing Trish's demands as she came to on the floor of the showers. Looking around, she quickly noticed all the girls had gone and all the showers had been turned off. She herself was still naked but relatively dry, except for the wet matted hair. "I said get your white ass in here. MOVE IT!" Trish's voice came from the coach's office, her 'former' office. Trish was apparently in there waiting for her. As she rose, the pain in her abused clitoris was still throbbing. Stepping out of the shower she searched momentarily for a dry towel, but only succeeded in finding a pile of soaked ones on the floor. Wrapping one around her as best she could, she moved into 'Trish's office'. Inside she found Sasha and Trish. Sasha was completely dressed, yet sat uncomfortably in the chair across from Trish. Her clit must also still be hurting. Since the only chair was already taken, Trish motioned the toweled woman to kneel on the floor next to Sasha. Jessica complied immediately. "Now Miss Simons, I have been having a long conversation with Sasha about your activities together. I just will not tolerate sexual behavior amongst my girls while we are together. There are certain things I will not stand for and I demand professionalism. So Sasha has agreed to no longer take advantage of your natural submissiveness while you are here." Jessica felt a sigh of relief. She so dreaded her moments with Sasha. "However. I have agreed to her suggestion that I give you to her on a more frequent basis." Miss Simons held her breath. "We have agreed that after every practice or game, Sasha's father will no longer take her home. Instead YOU will drive Sasha to her house, where you will then bring her off in any fashion she demands. Since we usually have practice three times a week, you will be expected to satisfy Sasha after every single one of them. This will go on for as long as I see fit, do you understand?" "But....but...." Miss Simons was getting distraught. She didn't want this. It was enough she had to be humiliated at school, now she was being asked to extend it. If anything, she wanted to belong to Trish. To lick her cunt. To bring her off. To serve her after school. "Please, I really don't feel this is necess...." "Miss Simons, you will not be giving me a hard time. I have made my decision. Its only fair that Sasha gets the use of your services. All the other white girls are being asked to do much more than you. They also have to serve their partner for at least an hour after school. Amber is waiting for me at my house as we speak." Miss Simons couldn't even fathom what type of activities Trish and Amber did at her house. "But since your an adult, and have more responsibilities outside of the school, I am only requiring you to serve the amount of time it takes to bring Sasha to orgasm. Now I wont ask you again, do you understand?" Miss Simons lowered her head "Yes Trish, I understand." "Very good. This will start next week. Happy now Sasha?" Sasha brightly shook her head yes. "Then you may leave. But Miss Simons, I would like you to stay for a moment." As Sasha got up to leave, she paused for a moment to whisper to her former coach. "Hope that tongue of yours is ready for what I've got waiting for it. Your going to pay for biting my clit bitch!" And she walked out. Despite already being rather cold, the deep chill running up Miss Simons' back was completely independent. But as Trish had ordered, she remained kneeling on the floor, basically naked and wet. "Miss Simons, I just wanted to let you know how proud of you I am. Though you clearly have a lot of improvement left to go, you still performed very well as one of my cheerleaders." Jessica couldn't help but smile at the complements. "The men especially loved seeing that older bod of yours giggling in that tight uniform, though I don't think the women liked it very much." Miss Simons cringed as she remembered the staring and jeering of the crowd. "Now on to another matter. Don't think that I haven't noticed the way you have been looking at me in the locker room these past few months." The former coach began blushing. "I know full well where those eyes are looking in the showers. I've even seen that envious look on your face when ever Amber is tending to me. I think its obvious that it is more than just natural dominance at work here. Admit it Miss Simons, you truly worship me don't you?" Jessica couldn't bear to look Trish in the eye as she slowly shook her head yes. "Tell me Miss Simons. Tell me how much you worship my black body!" Jessica finally lifted her head and looked directly at the young vixen who had so changed her life. The girl who came into her world and turned it upside down. The once authoritative head cheerleading coach of Dalefield High, now nothing more than a naked, submissive pet cheerleader all because of her. "Oh Trish, I need you so bad. I can't stop thinking about you. Every firm curve, your dark smooth skin, your feminine beauty. Its so overwhelming. I'd worship you every moment of the day. I'd worship you like no woman should. When I see you with Amber, I get so jealous. I want it to be ME washing your body, ME kissing your toes, ME who you take home after practice. I....I love you Trish!" Miss Simons' eyes watered as she professed her love to her former cheerleader. Pure emotion pouring out of her. For the first time, Jessica could see a look of compassion in the eyes of her goddess as Trish rose up off her seat and approached the kneeling older woman. Kneeling herself, Trish moved forward to place her lips against her coach's. Closing her eyes, Miss Simons moaned in lust as feelings overwhelmed her. Finally she was realizing her desires. Trish was actually kissing her. Jessica opened her mouth to let Trish's exploring tongue enter hers. Her towel very quickly fell off her back, now leaving her completely nude. Both women continued kissing for several minutes on the office floor, the whole time Trish's hands playing with her pet's breasts. When one of those hands finally reached the coach's moist sex, Jessica gasped. She was quickly reminded of the throbbing pain still emanating from her pinched clit. "I'm sorry about that baby. I had to do that. I couldn't let the other girls think I would allow you to continue the way that you were." Realizing for the first time that it was Trish who had so cruelly pinched her sensitive organ, she relaxed and thrusted her hips out further, her sex as an offering. But Trish pulled her hand away and looking back into the eyes of her former coach. "No, not now. You are not ready yet to worship my body. You haven't earned it. Not yet!" A look of tremendous disappointment covered Jessica's face. Trish saw it immediately. "Don't worry sweetie, all in do time. If you continue being my good little white cheerleader, I promise you will be able to worship my black body soon enough. I promise." Trish leaned forward and gave Miss Simons another long kiss on the lips, before rising off the ground and leaving the office. Jessica remained kneeling on the floor for a moment. She was both excited and frustrated at the same time. She was soooo close to realizing her lustful desire of being with Trish. But as she thought about her Goddess's last words, "soon enough" Miss Simons spirits were lifted. All she had to do was be the best little cheerleader she could be, and she'd get her wish. Jessica rose off the floor and almost skipped out of the office like a teenage girl in love, failing of course to notice the small puddle her overexcited cunt had left behind. ----- <RING>...<RING>...<RING>... Miss Simons barely made it past her front door when she heard her phone ringing. All she wanted to do was get into her bedroom and crawl into bed. All that running and cheering had left her body totally drained. Yet reluctantly she picked it up. She would later regret it. "Hello?" "Well hello there Jess! How's everything going with my favorite rival coach?" Miss Simons held her breath. It was Mary Struat. For years both women had been fighting each other off tooth and nail for the coveted City Cheerleading Award. What was she up to this time? "Everything's...going...ok. How are things with you Mary?" "Well to be honest with you Jess, until very recently I had been quite worried about this years results. As good as my girls are, yours have just been the talk of the town." "Is that so?" Spoke the exhausted coach with a hint of sarcasm. "Quite worried indeed. Then the most wonderful thing happened." Jessica didn't like the tone in Mary's voice. She didn't know where this was going, but she knew it wasn't going to be good. "And what was that?" "I went to see your game today!" Miss Simons' heart froze. A rush of implications were flooding through her as she held her breath. "My my my, it was all quite a sight. Your girls really were....um....entertaining!" Jessica began to panic "Mary listen, what ever you saw..." "And I really must say those black girls were a really nice addition, they really do put your group over the top. But guess who I think was truly the star of the show?" "Mary please, it wasn't what it looked like. I was just...." "Somebody has an awful lot of explaining to do don't they Jess?" Miss Simons didn't respond. Instead she just wanted to cry. This woman had witnessed her humiliating performance. Mary could ruin her, or at least ruin what ever was left to be ruined. Both women remained silent for a moment, before Mary spoke one last time. "Be at my house in twenty minutes, or certain members of the school board will be getting a very disturbing phone call. Oh, and make sure your wearing that skimpy little cheerleading outfit you enjoy jumping around in so much. <CLICK> As the dial tone came on, Miss Simons hung up the phone. It would be a very long day indeed! End of Chapter 5. To be Continued... *********** All Comments are greatly appreciated, please send them to: [email protected] More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ Your encouragements keep me going :) ******* This work is copyright (c) 2003 by Phoenix Arrow. 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Title: Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders Author: Phoenix Arrow Part: Chapter 4 Keywords: F/F, f/F, inter, spank, humil Redistribution: only for personal, nonprofit use. Short Summary: White females submitting to Black females. ********************************************************* Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy! Phoenix Arrow - [email protected] More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ ***************************** Black Girls Can't Be Cheerleaders Chapter 4 Monday morning Jessica arrived at school early. She hadn't had a good nights sleep the whole weekend. Her nights had been one big emotional blur, leaving her tired as she arrived to work. During the days she had managed to successfully block out the degrading activities of Friday night from her mind, and was confident that today she'd be able to do just the same. Never the less, Miss Simons was obviously a wreck as she stumbled into the large school building, but still managed to make it to her first room with out looking too out of sorts. The "official" cheerleading coach of Dalefield High did have other responsibilities at the school. Besides her cheerleaders she often assisted other teachers, doing various errands and tasks. She didn't like it, but it paid her well enough and usually kept her occupied until after school. But today would be the first time she'd actual pay attention to actual teacher/student interactions. Last sunday evening she had again questioned herself and asked the question "Was it true?" Did white women really have a natural desire to serve black women? She herself was almost tired of questioning this theory. Trish had proven it time and time again to be true. But despite watching first hand the submission of her own cheerleaders, the white women at the party serving as play things, and her own desires to submit to Trish, something still didn't seem right. Did all white women feel the same way? She had to find out, and the school was the best way to do that. Her plan was to watch and listen. To study if there where other teacher's like herself at the school that had similar submissive desires with their non-white female students. Her first class was with Mr Brodan. Yes he was a man, but a white man. Was there also something to this natural dominance with the males? Not that she was able to tell. Yes some of the black students were generally more rude to him, but he composed himself rather impressively, and didn't appear to show any submissiveness to them. After two classes, she was with Miss Jenkins. Yes she was a woman, but a black woman. Yet it was still worth a look. But here to nothing seemed out of the ordinary. However, Miss Simons did notice for the first time that Jenkins treated her a little differently than normal. Almost like she were less....equal. But it was probably just her imagination. Another two classes went by before she went to Mrs Clark's room. Now Marsha Clark was white and definitely a woman. She was roughly the same age as Miss Simons and married, with 3 children. She was a good woman and Miss Simons had a lot of respect for her and her work ethic. But even with that high level of respect, former coach wanted to see that respect tested. She wanted to now if Mrs Clark was or was not susceptible to Trish's famed "Natural Dominance" as well. Miss Simons would get her test. The class that was being taught was Algebra, and comprised of a general mix of students, including a rude group of black girls who held the corner of the classroom. From days past Miss Simons could remember their usual class disturbances, but rarely paid attention to how they affected the white teacher. Well today was no exception. As Mrs Clark was giving a lecture and writing on the board, three of the girls were engaged in their own conversations. Several times the teacher turned around and look at them coldly, but when she turned back they'd simply resume talking. Every time Miss Simons would hold her breath. Finally at one point Miss Clark told them sternly to behave themselves or ELSE. Two of the girls immediately went quiet. But a third, Brandy, didn't. After a few moments Brandy, clearly the oldest of the girls continued trying to talk to her friends. "That's it young lady, Detention!" Brandy's mouth flew open in surprise and anger. She apparently didn't believe that Mrs Clark would call her out like that, but she was wrong. Miss Simons couldn't believe what she had seen either. Mrs Clark had actually stood up to Brandy. It meant that none of it was true. Brandy, a young black girl was put in her place by a white woman just like her. It proved there was no such thing as natural dominance. White women didn't have to submit to black women. Miss Simons was beyond happy. At that moment all she wanted to do was give Mrs Clark a huge hug. She just had to know how she stayed so cool and in control. How did she stand up to this black teen so boldly, something that she herself had not been able to. After class she went to talk with her new inspiration. "Hey Marsha. Great class today." "Oh thanks Jessica, I'm glad you thought so. Its sometimes not easy when you have kids acting up, but overall I thought it went well. So what's up?" "Well I was just admiring how you handled Brandy today. She was really causing a problem." Mrs Clark oddly seemed to tense up a little at the mention of Brandy's name. Miss Simons only barely noticed. "That? Oh its no big deal. You just have to know how to set these kids straight. Be stern with them and they'll crumble." "You certainly did with her. But....are you always able to handle things this well?" "What do you mean?" Marsha gave her a quizzical look. "Well, I mean you know how rude girls can be sometimes, especially....the black ones..." Miss Simons could see the woman begin to fidget a bit in her seat. She wondered if there was something wrong, but continued "... So do you ever have any real problems with them?" Mrs Clark's eyes narrowed as she looked at Miss Simons, almost as if she were studying her. Then after a moment she responded. "Listen Jessica, I'm not really sure where your coming from but if your looking for advice, I recommend avoiding confrontations with any of your students, even black girls. It can sometimes...cause you problems. But just remember what I told you before. Be firm with them and they'll respect you." That was all Miss Simons had to hear. It made perfect sense. If you wanted respect you had to demand it. Mrs Clark demanded respect from Brandy, and she got it. And why couldn't she do the same? What was stopping her from being firm with Trish and putting her little black behind in her place? And to think she had freely went to that stupid, humiliating party just for the honor of being one of Trish's cheerleaders...."ugh" she grunted as she marched her way down to the locker rooms. It was time to take back her squad. --- "TRISH, GET IN HERE!" Yelled an inspired Miss Simons from inside her former office. Trish had just arrived and was surprised to see her old coach yelling in such an aggressive manner. "What's this all about?" She wondered as she dropped her things and moved towards the office, now her office. "Hello Miss Simons, how those tits of yours? Still hurting from friday?" The quick statement caught the older woman off guard and despite her new demeanor she blushed. A quick image of the cane flashed through her mind, before composing herself once again. "No Trish, they do not still hurt. Now I have something very important to discuss with you." Trish watched her coach intently. "I've finally had enough of all this nonsense. You and I both know that all this mumbo jumbo about 'natural dominance' is just garbage." Trish wanted to smile, but played serious. "But Miss Simons, you saw for yourself at the party. The way those other white girls submitted. Even yourself." "Trish, I realize now that you simply tricked me into believing it. There is no genetic disposition in white females to submit to black females and you know it. Now enough is enough. Your little games will come to an end. Starting with who coach's this squad." There she had said it. Finally she was firm with Trish, just like Marsha had been with Brandy. Now she was sure that Trish would crumble before her. But in actuality, while Trish stood listening to her former coach, she was getting quite amused by the whole thing. She so loved it when her white pets struggled and resisted. It made it so much more enjoyable when they finally broke into submission. But where did this come from? How did she come to this new inspiration? Trish new something had caused this change in attitude, and she was going to find out. So Trish asked her just that. "Miss Simons, where did all this come from? I thought you were progressing so nicely. You were finally truly accepting who you are and what your place is. Now this? What's the cause of all this new behavior?" "Well Trish, I've seen first hand that it all a lie. Not all white women want to submit to black women. I just got back from Mrs Clark's class. I watched proudly as she dominantly put one of her rude, black female students in her place. When the black girl challenged her, Mrs Clark didn't back down. Now she's upstairs with Mrs Clark right now serving her detention. "Oh really? And this black girl accepted her white teacher's authority?" "Yes she did!" Miss Simons spoke proudly. "I see. Do tell me Miss Simons, what's the name of the punished black girl?" "Brandy!" "Brandy huh? Well why don't we go pay a visit to this Mrs Clark's room and see if what you are saying is true after all." "Uh.....OK, follow me..." Miss Simons was a little unsure she wanted to do this. She didn't want to bother Mrs Clark while she was giving out a detention, but she needed to prove she was right. She needed to show Trish the truth and end this once and for all. After a brief walk upstairs they arrived outside the closed door of Mrs Clarks room and Miss Simons gave it a light knock. After a moment, Mrs Clark opened the door and greeted her fellow instructor cheerfully. "Hey Jessica. This is a surprise. Did you forget something?" "Oh its nothing Marsha, I only wanted to make sure everything was going ok with the detention." As she spoke, she quickly noticed Brandy in the back of the classroom, writing something on the board. Mrs Clark smiled. "Don't worry about her, I've got everything under control. I have her writing lines on the board. That should keep her busy for a while." Miss Simons looked at the board and read the first line: "I will not talk in class". Miss Simons turned and smiled in triumph at Trish. Trish gave no response either way. "So who do you have here with you?" Asked Marsha, looking at Trish. "Oh....ah this is one of my..... YES, this IS one of MY cheerleaders." Marsha looked confused at the other woman's emphasis on words. "Hello Miss Clark, my name is Trish." The young girl chimed in. "Well pleased to meet you Trish. Now if you two will excuse me, I need to finish grading some papers." "Don't worry, its no problem." Spoke Trish as she pushed her way past Mrs Clark and into the room. Miss Simons began feeling a sense of worry. "Come Trish, we really must let Mrs Clark get back to work. You see she has a student serving detention." "Yes I do see. Brandy is it?" At this point Brandy had stopped writing on the board and was watching the three women. "You know Mrs Clark, I really do find it fascinating that you would choose to punish Brandy." By now Marsha was getting a little annoyed with all the intrusion. "Trish, I must really get back to work. And your distracting my student from her task. Please leave this instant." "No I don't think so." Mrs Clark paused, surprised at the unexpected response. "Excuse me young lady?" "I said no. I'm not finished with what I need to do here." Marsha's face was now getting red as she quickly glanced over to Miss Simons, expecting her to do something about her rude student. But Miss Simons wasn't quite sure what to do. She had been afraid of this. She didn't want Trish to get into a confrontation with Marsha. But that's exactly what was happening. "Jessica, take your student out of my class room THIS INSTANT or she going to be in BIG trouble." Gosh she admired her tone. So authoritative, so in command. Miss Simons quickly turned to Trish "You heard her, out of the classroom now!" She could feel the authority in her own voice, and it felt good. But Trish wasn't budging. "Mrs Clark, let me ask you. Do you really want to punish Brandy?" Marsha quickly snapped back at her question, "Brandy is being punished because she was a very rude girl, which is exactly what you are being!" Trish appeared unfazed, "Well Mrs Clark I believe this isn't really how you would prefer things." "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about whose getting punished. You would prefer it if someone else were getting punished I'll bet?" Marsha was getting beyond upset at this point and was starting to shake in anger. "Huh Mrs Clark? I wonder who else you would want to be up there instead of Brandy, writing a hundred times on the board like a bad girl." Miss Simons noticed Marsha's eyes widen, but still she remained silent. "Why wasn't she responding?" wondered the coach. "Wasn't it important to be firm and stand your ground with these girls?" Yet Mrs Clark continues to just standing there and Trish spoke. Turning to Brandy, Trish continued, "You know Brandy, I think your teacher has a little fantasy she's been hiding. I think she's imagined this situation before. How about you Brandy? I bet you would prefer if it were someone else being punished don't you?" Brandy nodded, but still looked worriedly at Mrs Clark, expecting her to yell at any moment. She didn't. "Tell me Brandy, who would you like that person to be?" Brandy didn't say a thing, yet looked wide eyed at Mrs Clark. Trish smiled and turned back towards Mrs Clark. "So how about it Mrs Clark? Is this how your fantasy goes?" "I...I...don't have a fantasy..." Marsha no longer had a look of determination and authority. For the first time Miss Simons could see doubt....and....and...FEAR! "Oh I know you do Mrs Clark. You remember it don't you? The one with the black student who turns the tables and punishes you?" Mrs Clark momentarily lost her balance. "Did her knees just go weak?" Questioned Miss Simons. "Please....stop this....this nonsense right now..." Miss Simons couldn't believe how feeble her fellow teacher now sounded. "But you really don't want me to stop do you? You actually want Brandy to say no to you. You want her to disrespect you and give YOU detention. Isn't that right?" By now Trish was right in front of Mrs Clark's face, adding to the intimidation. Marge looked back at the young girl as her eyes slowly watered, "No....no...its not true...." Trish raised a finger to the trembling older woman's lips "Shhhhhhhhhh....Its ok, we wont tell anyone what happens here today or how you truly feel. It'll be our little secrete." Trish looked back to Brandy. Both girls exchanged a look of understanding. Then for the first time Brandy took control. "Mrs Clark, I think I wont be writing any more on the board today. In fact, I wont be serving any more of this stupid detention either. I think instead it would be so much more fun if you served my detention for me. Yes I like that idea very much. Why don't you get your big white butt over here and take over for me!" In astonishment, Miss Simons watched as her admired teacher and co- worker sheepishly walked slowly past Trish, past a now very confident Brandy to the board. The board already had three complete lines written on it, "I will not talk in class!" Miss Simons could see a glazed look in Marsha's eyes, as if she were experiencing a dream, a fantasy that was finally coming true. Gently she picked up a piece of chalk and began writing another line: "I will not tal...." "WAIT" Shouted Brandy. "I want you to write something else instead of TALK. Write TEACH." Brandy gave a little giggle. With little whine, Mrs Clark wrote the new word. Soon the new sentence was complete as it read, "I will not teach in class". Brandy stood back in amazement of herself. She could not believe she had just commanded her hated bitch of a teacher to do something, anything, let alone write on the board such a self-disrespecting statement. How far could she push her? Was Mrs Clark really desiring her black female student's domination over her? All this Brandy wondered as she watch her teacher carefully write another line. But a nod from Trish told her she should indeed push further. "You know Mrs Clark I really don't like you very much as a teacher or a person. My friends and I actually think your a pretty lousy teacher, and your such an annoyance. Every time we try to talk about important things like fashion, cool movies, or boys, you never fail to open your stupid mouth and complain. Always whining like a baby girl. Do you realize that nobody gives a shit about your boring class? Miss Simons watch the newest spectacle before her. Brandy was really laying on her, and instead of taking offense, it was obvious that the usually firm, in command woman was eating up. It wasn't long before her student was even taking shots at her figure. "And you know what's worse than having to listen to you talk? Is seeing that fat ass of yours every day in class. You really should do something about all that figure Mrs Clark, its so unsightly. You have no idea how much us girls make fun of your body behind your back." It took another ten minutes until the teacher reached line number 50. The whole time Brandy never let up her insults, and not once did Mrs Clark stand up for herself. The cheerleading coach watched in stunned amazement the whole time. She just couldn't believe what she was watching. It was so unreal. But things were only going to get worse. By now Trish was getting bored of the show. She had seen this done lots of times to plenty of hapless white teachers. It was time to show Miss Simons how truly un- dominant her admired teacher really is. "Brandy, why don't you let Mrs Clark take a brake from writing on the board. Besides, I think Mrs Clark has been dying to live out the best part of her fantasy." "Oh? What is that?" Brandy lit up, eager to find out. "Why don't you let her answer that herself. Come on Mrs Clark, tell Brandy what you've been masturbating to all this time. What you've wanted your black students to do to you while you try to teach class?" Marsha turned but sheepishly looked at the floor. "Tell us Mrs Clark, tell us what you want Brandy to do to you?" "I want her to....." She looked over to Miss Simons and quickly looked away embarrassed "....punish me!" Brandy smiled. "You want me to punish you Mrs Clark?" Marsha nodded. "But why should I punish you? You've been such a goody goody teacher? And I've been such a bad student. Do you really want me to punish you Mrs Clark? To humiliate you in your own classroom?" Miss Simons held her breath. She prayed Mrs Clark would refuse to be punished. That she would stand firm to the black girl and retake control of her class room. But that was all lost when the teacher again nodded yes. Brandy giggle shortly before moving her head to whisper into her teacher's ear. The teacher hesitated for only an instant, before slowly slipped her dress off her shoulders. It was clear she was now eager to do as her student ordered. For Marsha, this was a dream she had climaxed to so many times at home. She had long fantasized about one of her female students, especially one of her black ones to stand up to her. To turn the tables and humiliate her in front of the class. But she had long feared of this actually happening. She knew all too well that to submit to something like this was inconceivable. She could never allow her fantasy to become true. To do so would risk losing her career, her husband, her dignity, or at least her students respect. How could she allow that to happen? But as she removed her bra, she found herself doing just that. She was possibly throwing away everything. But she didn't care. She wanted, needed one of her students to finally stand up to dominate her, to humiliate her, to treat her like dirt. The fact that it was her most miss- behaved student was the clincher. As one side of her mind reasoned with the stupidity of her actions, the other side begged to fully submit to the black girl. To completely undress before her student and get spanked in that most painful and humiliating of womanly places. Yes she needed this, wanted this. Her panties pooled around her ankles as she stepped out of them. Only her high heels remained on, which is just how Brandy wanted it. Brandy came around to the front of her now naked, submissive teacher. She studied the naked, submissive form. Brandy couldn't believe her luck. A moment ago she thought she'd be stuck serving a stupid detention for the bitch. She could never have dreamed she'd now be standing authoritatively before her naked teacher, about to be punishing her instead. But where to punish? Reaching out, she began playing with her teacher's breasts, admiring the full, mature mounds. Marsha let out a low moan as she arched her chest out to her clack student. Brandy smiled at the offering, pinching an excited nipple as she spoke, "Where should my goody goody teacher like to get her spanking?" Marsha face was now flushing red with desire as Brandy continued fondling her breasts. Brandy moved her other hand to Mrs Clarks ass "Is this where you want it? Is this where you want your bad student to punish you?" The teacher sighed, but gently shook her head no. Brandy then twisted both nipples hard "How about here Mrs Clark? Do you want me to punish these?" Marsha gasped in pain, but still shook her head no. Brandy began moving her hands down, past her teacher's full breasts, over her stomach, and eventually between her teacher's parted legs. Brandy gave a little rub. Mrs Clark breathed deeply as she spread her legs further. "Hmmmm, so wet. The perfect place for a spanking. Do you want it here Mrs Clark? Is this where good teacher's get spanked?" Marsha moaned louder as Brandy gave her clit a pinch. "But I'm such a bad student and your a good teacher. How could you allow a bad student to spank your pussy? Marsha's eyes closed shut as she gave out a desperate whine. "Do good teachers deserve to get there pussies spanked by their bad students?" Miss Simons wanted to cover her ears before she could hear Mrs Clark's response, but she was too late. "Yesssssss!!!!!!" Miss Simons ran out of the classroom as fast as she could. She no longer could watch the horrific display. It was almost as bad as the party at Trish's house. At least there Miss Simons had no respect for the white women being humiliated. But here, the last image Miss Simons saw before running out was of the woman she so highly respected standing naked, open mouthed, eyes closed, legs spread, and pussy vulnerable, displayed as an offering to Brandy's hand. ...<SLAP>... She couldn't avoid hearing the distinctive slap, as well as the cry of pleasure emanating from none other than Mrs Clark. She tried to cover her ears as she ran, but still heard the beginning of countless spanks raining down on the teacher's sex. By the time she had made it down stairs and back to the lockers, she was completely out of breath and in a daze. With out paying any attention to any one or any thing, she immediately she ran into the office, slammed the door, threw her head on the desk and cried like she never cried before. It had been true, all of it. White women were indeed submissive to black women. There was no reason to deny it any further. Her last ray of hope had been Mrs Clark. A responsible, respected, even feared white teacher. But the moment Trish worked her magic, she was nothing but a submissive white pig. Now she was upstairs, getting her pale pussy spanked by her student's black hand. A shiver ran up the spine of the coach as she thought of Marsha's now humiliating position, probably begging for more. After a few minutes of crying, Miss Simons felt a hand gently touching her back. Looking up, it was Trish. The coach had failed to notice the young girl entering the office. Trish had a look of victory in her eyes, yet didn't say anything. Miss Simons knew there was nothing negative she could say to the black girl. Trish had been right about Mrs Clark. Right about all of it. She knew exactly what the teacher's fantasies were, and made them a reality. Miss Simons immediately threw her arms around Trish and hugged her tight. What else could she do? She no longer could deny the natural power she held over her. At one point in her life, not too long ago, she would have been sick to her stomach at the possibility. Yet now, as she lowered to her knees and kissed Trish's shoes for forgiveness, she accepted her place as a white woman. --- You wouldn't know it by watching them that anything was odd. For an outsider, all they would have seen were cute teenage girls jumping and twirling. All they would have watched where girls of innocence. They wouldn't even have noticed the one particular one who was older than the rest. They would never have known she was actually an adult and not a cheerleader. No one would have even paid a second thought to the crazy idea that she, like all the other white females, had something missing underneath their skimpy little cheerleading skirts. Trish surveyed her cheering group of girls. Despite the treatment of the white girls of the group, this was cheerleading practice after all, and she wanted to take it seriously. Being in charge of the squad had its advantages and disadvantages. For one, you made all the rules. If you wanted your white girls to not wear panties, then your white girls didn't wear panties. If you wanted your fellow black cheerleaders to have first rights to towels after a shower, than your fellow black cheerleaders got first rights to towels. But there were disadvantages to. For one, you had to work your girls hard, regardless of the color. If you wanted to win tournaments and respect from other schools, you had to earn it. And that would not come from foot messages and white toy parties. So Trish did just that, working her girls hard all through practices. Trish made sure she taught each girl how to jump higher, run faster, and cheer louder. This wasn't a game to the young black vixen. Those games would come later with her pets Amber and Miss Simons. But here, she needed to focus. Trish was actually glad she had settled her momentary butting of the heads with her former coach. Until then she had so wanted her white pet to challenge her. It only made it more enjoyable watching her submit all over again. But this time was a little different. For the first time she felt unsure of herself her coach confronted her. True she got an enormous rush bringing down yet another hapless white teacher, but it still created a sense of fear in her that she might not win this time. That natural dominance would not rule the day after all. It was the first time she felt unsure of herself since she had been a child, watching her own mother humble a former teacher. That day she was shocked to hear her mother talk the way she did to her white teacher. Trish had even expected the teacher to punish both mother and daughter for daring to disrespect her. But it was mommy doing the punishing that day with the teacher's own paddle, and daughter getting her cunt licked. Back then she had no idea of the power of natural dominance, where white women feel the need to submit to their superior black counterparts. But as Mrs Clark stood before her, barking at her to leave, for that brief moment she questioned her dominance. But it was all for not. Like all good white girls before, Miss Clark or Marsha as Brandy now calls her, quickly put Miss Simons to shame when she practically begged her black student to spank her pussy. Not even Trish could have hoped for things to turn out so well. But they had turned out very well indeed. Even so, Trish still remembered the lingering fear of doubt that had creped into her mind, and all she knew was that she didn't want to feel it ever again. Over the next two weeks the Dalefield High football team played their games away, leaving the squad plenty of time to practice, and practice they did. Cheers, jumps, swirls. All done to perfection. But talent is only half the show. Trish knew what really brought fans to the stands. Almost every cheer was deliberately designed to display the white girls "assets" to the fullest, much to the silent disapproval of Miss Simons. There wasn't a single cheer that didn't have a white girl's skirt flying up in some manner, either by jumping high, or bending over to touch their toes. Rest assured Trish made sure there was plenty of pink showing at all times. Some of the "special" cheers were even designed for Miss Simons herself. She knew she'd just die when it came time to do them for real. The absolute worst part of every practice was their daily runs. After every practice, Trish would have all the girls do a hard vigorous run, leaving all of them desperately heaving for breath. Trish liked her girls to have strong, athletic legs. Though not as bad as the dreaded "Lap Run", it was still a grueling run none the less. And poor Miss Simons had no luck with this activity. Besides the little matter of running in an outfit designed for a 14 year old girl, it was clear she wasn't as physically fit as the rest of the girls. True she was getting better overall every practice, but she still looked foolish trying to act the part of a teenager. The girls (black or white) would laugh at her endlessly as she did her best to coordinate her heavier middle aged body to the cheers. Girls can be so cruel. Often she found herself wanting to run off in tears, but never, ever thought about quitting. She wanted to be Trish's white cheerleader no matter how hard it all was for her. And hard it was. The runs were sheer murder to her. Of course she would always be last, and her large bouncing breast never failed to pop out of the small top at least six different times during a run. Despite her sore boobs, she absolutely detested the way the other cheerleaders who finished ahead of her still get their kicks out of swatting her chubby cheeks red. It made the run all the more difficult. After practices nothing much had changed. In the showers, white girls paired off with black girls, where they gingerly washed and cleaned their black bodies. Despite her better efforts to pair with Trish, Miss Simons still found herself stuck with little Sasha, the young black girl. She so envied Amber for her heavenly task. She so wanted to replace the blonde cheerleader, to be the one kneeling before Trish's well toned dark body and wash its every curve. But Sasha made sure the older coach was her's during shower time. Miss Simons really didn't mind cleaning Sasha's body. Though not as physically appealing as Trish's, the young girl still attractive. Cleaning her always got the former coach a little excited. If it weren't for the fact that she was getting wet from the showers themselves, she just knew her pussy would be all wet on its own. It wasn't long before the coach was actually enjoying her moments with the young cheerleader. She looked forward to washing the strong legs, as all black girls have, and felt her most submissive when gingerly cleaning the blackened inner folds of the girl's sex. Sasha for her part felt her most dominating at these moments. She so enjoyed spreading her legs before her former kneeling coach and feeling her fingers manipulate her labia with her fingers and a wash cloth. Despite the obvious stimulation, the whole thing was just so erotic. Yet these showers were less than totally satisfying for the horny black girl. There wasn't a shower that went by where Sasha didn't encourage her coach's tongue to be part of the cleaning process. If it wasn't for Trish's constant disapproval of sex in the showers, Sasha would have her coach's white face buried between her legs in no time. But Sasha could only be frustrated for so long. One day after the showers, as Miss Simons dutifully waited on the floor for her turn at the wet towels, Sasha made her move. One by one, as white girls sitting around her got their used towels, Miss Simons remained on the floor waiting. Sasha had by now gotten dressed in her regular cloths, yet still curiously held on to the towels. The former coach wanted to say something at first, but quickly knew better than to ask a black girl for anything, let alone the right to a towel. So shivering naked on the cold floor, she patiently waited until all but the two of them were left alone in the locker room. By now Miss Simons was getting more than worried. What was Sasha going with this? Her question would soon be answered. "Ohhh, Miss Simons your still all wet. Did I forget to give you something?" "Ummmm.....Yes Sasha. The towels, may I please have them?" "No I don't think so. You haven't earned them as far as I'm concerned." Miss Simons was very nervous. She needed the towels to dry off. She couldn't very well dress while she was still wet and her hair would never dry properly on its own. What did this girl want? "Earn it? What do you mean?" "I think you know very well what I mean." With a cute little smile, Sasha gently lifted her skirt, revealing long dark legs and no panties. She sat on the edge of the changing bench and spread her thighs with a smile. Miss Simon's eyes widened at this latest display of brazen female domination. She never got used to these black women treating her like a white plaything, and here again she was staring deeply into the darkness of a black girl's sex. The coach wanted to tear her eyes away, to rise from the floor and say no to the young cheerleader! She could even walk over to the towel bin, where 20 or so used towels rested. But she couldn't. It was one of Trish's rules, she had to wait for Sasha's towels. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Sasha pulled the unsure kneeling woman towards her inner thighs. Miss Simons did nothing to stop her. As she got closer, she could only stare at the teen's pussy, both fearing and admiring how powerful it looked. When her face was only inches from its intended goal, Sasha held her coach's face still. "Smell me Miss Simons. Smell my pussy. Tell me how much you enjoy it!" Miss Simons did as her younger mistress ordered and breathed through her nose. She had intended to only take a quick smell, but the moment the scent tickled her nose, instinctively she closed her eyes and took a deeper breath. She couldn't help herself, it was just so intoxicating. Now that the pussy had been freshly cleaned by her own hands, there was nothing to hinder the pure smell of the black girls sex. How unfair this all was. No woman should have to smell the scent of another. It meant that one girl was dominant over another. It meant that Sasha's black cunt was superior to her own. At the possibility of this the older woman's vagina tingled. Could it be true? Could her white cunt be inferior to a black girl half her age? As her lungs filled with Sasha's smell, she admitted to herself that it was true. Sasha's cunt was superior to her own. Why else would Miss Simons be the one kneeling between the girl's thighs instead of the other way around? Despite her mixed emotional feelings, both her cunt and mouth began to water as she inhaled yet another deep breath of the intoxicating perfume. Opening her eyes, she again stared at the object of her superiority. "How does it smell coach?" "Wonderful" Spoke the coach breathlessly, unable to hide the husk in her voice. Satisfied with her pet's response, Sasha resumed leading her coach's face closer until her lips were just touching the young girl's pussy, close enough for her tongue to do its damage. But Miss Simons held still, knowing quite well what Trish had once told her. That she had to wait for permission before eating a black girl's pussy. Within the moment, that order was given. "You may worship my cunt coach!" But she still hesitated. She knew this was all wrong. This was practically a girl she was kneeling before, and she was an adult and her former coach. How could she voluntarily do something like this? Even though her moist cunt and watering mouth seemingly begged to ravage the young girl, it was still wrong. She wouldn't do it. She couldn't. She won't! Sasha was now getting frustrated watching the mental debating in her former coach's eyes. She hadn't come this far to only be denied. Her cunt needed a tongue bathing, and she was going to get it. "Awwwwe, what's the matter coach? You don't like eating pussy?" Miss Simons looked up and gently shook her head no. It was a lie. She so very much wanted to plant her mouth on those black lips. She just couldn't. "But that's not what I was told. From what I heard, you just couldn't get enough of Amber's used cunt!" Miss Simons' eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She knew! She knew what had happened at the party. But how? "Trish told me all about how her brother and uncle filled Amber to the brim with cum, and how you sucked every bit of it back out. You nasty woman!" The former coach blushed. Sasha was right. She had forgotten how nasty it all had been. She had blocked it all out. She didn't want to remember any of it, least of which her session with Amber. It had been so degrading. Instantly the moment had come flooding back to her. She could see Amber walking back down the stairs with Trish's brother. Her cheerleading uniform partially torn, revealing a perfect white breast, her inner thighs covered in copious white liquid. She remembered Trish's mother and the wonderful idea she had. The idea of both cheerleaders putting on a little show. Miss Simons could still see Amber laying down at the center of the watching circle. The way Amber's cunt looked as she slowly spread her legs. The way Miss Simons couldn't stop from staring at the nasty, well fucked cunt, much like she was now staring at the pristine cunt of Sasha's. She remembered Trish guiding her head the rest of the way, soon mashing her face against the slick folds. Embarrassingly she recalled Trish removing her guiding hands, and watching with the rest as the coach now tentatively licked. When she heard the first of Amber's many moans, something clicked inside her. As she began licking faster, she realized how utterly degraded she had become. Once a promising high school cheerleading coach, now she was on the floor surrounded by black women watching her orally clean her white cheerleader's used vagina. Instantly she felt a trickle of juice run down her right thigh and gave out a low moan herself. Before she knew it, she was feverishly cleaning the white girl's cunt, causing Amber's moans of ecstasy to increased ten fold. Suddenly she remembered Trish's whispers as she licked. Whispers of encouragement. Whispers to lick faster, deeper. Miss Simons knew what lay deeper inside Amber's cunt....male sperm. While all the other black women watched, Miss Simons shamefully wallowed in complete depravity. Her face covered with male/female juices, stomach filling with sperm, everybody watching. She even remember the tickling feeling in her stomach as her skirt was raised over her backside, revealing to every one her wet inner thighs and sex, not to mention her round ass. She remember the way the cool air felt against her skin, moments before Trish's cruel hand did its work........<SLAP> "OHHHHHH!!!!" Miss Simons was startled by the loud moan. At first she thought that it had been herself reacting to the imagined spankings from Trish. But as another moan cried from Sasha's lips, the source was unmistakable. Miss Simons was almost shocked to find herself in the mist of feverishly licking the black girls pussy. "OOOHHHHHHH, that's right white girl, eat that black pussy. Fuck it with your tongue bitch!" The former coach was surprised to hear the girl speak this way, but did as she was told as she increased her tempo. Still relatively inexperienced, she did her best to stimulate the demanding girl, soon alternating between licking the outer lips, flicking the clit with her tongue, and out right fucking her with it. Sasha just moaned and moaned as she held the older woman's face tight against her. "Goooood white girl.....goooood white girl. Eat my pussy...ahhhhhh....you better hurry up.....uhhhh....you wouldn't want my daddy to come in and see what my nasty...ohhhh...coach is doing.....ahhhhhhhh.... Miss Simons filled with fear as she imagined how it would all look. Sasha's father coming in to look for his daughter, only to find the adult white woman naked, kneeling between the legs of his little girl. Miss Simons licked as fast as she could, desperate not to let that happen. It would mean she'd lose her job, even go to prison. "ohhhhh....wow you really do want me to...uhhhhhh....cum fast...ugghhhh....but is that my daddy walking down the hall?" Miss Simons' tongue grew numb as she tore Sasha's cunt apart, desperate to prevent the disaster of being caught like this. "I think he's almost here...better.....hurry....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Suddenly Sasha squeezed her legs hard around the coach's head as she let out a scream of release. She had done it, she had succeeded in getting the bitch to orgasm. After an eternity Sasha released her coach's face, instantly letting the woman fall back on her butt. Sasha smiled to herself as she admired the way her juices looked on Miss Simon's numb face. Both women were in a momentary daze for different reasons. Miss Simons recovered first and realized she was shivering, still wet from the shower. "Please Sasha, may I please have your towels now?" Sasha ex-haled in satisfaction, then patted her cunt licking coach on the head, before handing her two used towels. "Here you go Miss Simons, you've earned it, this time." Sasha giggled, before getting up, fixing her skirt and walking out the locker room door, leaving the former coach wet and naked behind her. Miss Simons remained kneeling on the floor staring at the towels in her hands. At any moment someone could walk in and see her exposed position, yet she couldn't stop herself from getting lost in thought. This was her life now, being a plaything to her black cheerleaders. She wasn't sure if to cry or finger herself at this understanding. She was just so confused. Why did she need to orally pleasure another girl just to have rights to a towel? Why did she even have to do anything these black women said? Quickly she recalled the other white women she had encountered. Those women on the path for success had confronted black girls as well, and lost. Jennifer, the important manager now serves ordervs in her underwear at all of Trish's parties. Samantha, the aspiring young woman just out of grad school, now sporting a bald head, serving out her life as a white party slave. Mrs Clark, the dedicated and respected teacher, now getting her daily pussy spanks after school from Brandy. And finally herself. Once the proud head cheerleading coach of Dalefield High, now sucking black pussy just to get a towel. By now Miss Simons was vigorously rubbing her hard clit. She had made her mind up, she would not cry. As the coach's fingers did their job, she thought of the humiliation that was still to come. There would be plenty of it. As her orgasm was on the brink, her last thought was of the upcoming football game, where for the first time, Trish would expose her to the world! End of Chapter 4. To be Continued... *********** All Comments are greatly appreciated, please send them to: [email protected] More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ Your encouragements keep me going :) ******* This work is copyright (c) 2003 by Phoenix Arrow. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted. *******

Zanzibar --------------------------------------------- by Tied_True, reachable at the big Y! Subject matter: gay male bondage and control --------------------------------------------- After returning home I discovered a small slip of paper bookmarking the Petra section of my guidebook. On it was written a Jordanian email address with the name 'Sayeed'. What balls! I could only assume it was from the Jordanian Desert Patrolman, who had held me captive over three days during my visit to Petra. He amazed me yet again with how cocksure he was. At every moment through my kidnapping ordeal he seemed totally confident that I liked what he was doing to me, and that in fact I would beg for it. It galled me that he was so right. At first I wasn't sure if I'd write to him, or what I would say, but finally I decided to thank him for my captivity, like a good slave. After all, it had been by far the hottest sexual experience of my life, despite not being allowed to cum even once. I remembered what it felt like to be splayed out in from of him, tied down and gagged, ready to be fucked. I will never forget the feel of his cock pounding me as I struggled uselessly against the ropes - my own ropes - that he used to bind me. Tied up in the most vulnerable positions for three days straight he used me like an animal, and even rented me out to a gang of randy Bedouin. By the third day I was completely broken, having accepted my new position in life as his permanent fuck slave. I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock up my ass or down my throat as he crisscrossed my butt with his riding crop. But it was not to last. After three days he released me just in time to catch my flight home, broken yet again, but accepting of his will. On my way home from Petra I found that he had photographed the entire ordeal using my own camera. His audacity astounded me. Several weeks later I received a reply from him. When I opened it I was horrified to see a picture of me naked, tied and gagged in a sandstone wadi in Petra. The message read: "Write to me slave. Tell me what you do now. - Your Master Always." He still had me by the balls. Apparently he had downloaded the pictures from my camera during my captivity. How he managed this while camping in a desert tent on patrol I don't know. I could only imagine where on the internet the pix would turn up. I felt humiliated, exposed and controlled all over again. I did my best to please him with my reply, even though my chances of ever seeing him again were very slim. I told him a little about my life and I let him know I would soon be traveling on safari in East Africa with four of my friends. I sent him a more recent picture of myself, naked and on my knees, as if ready to serve him again. Just as I was about to leave on my trip I received another message from him. "Enjoy your trip to Tanzania slave. Where do you stay in Zanzibar? I have been there once to visit my cousin." I rushed off an email describing my plans. I would spend a week in London for work and then head to Zanzibar for the weekend. My friends would join me two days later and we'd make a quick trip to down the coast before heading off on the safari. Three weeks in all - it would be a long and exciting trip to be sure. ********** Zanzibar's maze of narrow streets made getting lost a pleasure. Ornate wooden doors fronted ancient Arab palaces, which hid behind them surely even more Oriental treasures. Spice filled the air and mystique lurked in the corners. Zanzibar's wealth was built by Arab traders of spices and slaves, and the fruits of those exploits were still evident in the rich and alluring architecture. Surely this was a place where the past was still present, and where old customs were still in force. I spent the first day following my whims down one cobbled street after another until my feet could take no more. Finally I asked a friendly looking man who was walking past if he knew of a good cafe nearby. "Yes, of course!" He said with a broad smile. "There is a cafe near here with the very best coffee in Africa. It's one of the oldest coffeehouses in the world. I will take you there!" I was surprised at his excellent English, but he would not accept my compliments, saying he still had much to learn. Instead he started telling me about the coffee shop, which he insisted on showing me in person, even taking me by the hand to lead me there. He obviously wasn't a street tout, so I went along with him. In fact he was very handsome and nicely muscled in a country where people were generally thin. In his tight jeans and T-shirt he would have been at home anywhere in Europe. I guessed that he was Arab in background, which made sense when he told me his name was Ahmed. At the cafe Ahmed insisted on buying for me, and it was indeed the very best coffee I had ever tasted. We chatted for a long time - where I was from, my trip, how he had learned his excellent English, his uncle's export business, and so on. He was obviously from a privileged family so I was interested to hear his stories. And his enchanting smile helped keep my attention too. At last he got up and said he had to go. It was the end of the day and he needed to drop by his uncle's warehouse to lock up after the workers went home. I could go with him if I liked? If I wanted to see the spice trade from the inside I would never get a better chance, he said. I couldn't resist. The spice warehouse a fascinating store room of small kegs and boxes arranged on shelves and on top of packing crates that looked truly ancient. Ahmed led me on a smelling tour around the room, first cinnamon, then cardamom, turmeric, cloves and nutmeg. As he continued the explanation I suddenly became very drowsy, and felt an immediate need to sit down. A few seconds later I was out. ******** I awoke with a start and felt an aching pain in my shoulders, arms and hamstrings. I tried to move but couldn't lower my arms, which were pulled up behind me. I panicked, and tried to call out but found I was gagged. Now I really panicked and started struggling to move in any way possible, but realized I was in bondage, bent over at the waist, my arms bound together and pulled up behind me, probably hanging from the ceiling somehow, while my knees and ankles were also tied tightly to each other. My mouth was stuffed with a gag which was held in place by something tied very tight around my head. Fuck! How did this happen to me?! I screamed into the gag but hardly any sound came out. I struggled against the bondage, but quickly realized it only made the pain in my arms and shoulders worse. I tried to reposition myself to ease my aching muscles but the bondage was tight and had very little play. I was definitely fucked. And getting fucked could be a distinct possibility in this position. My ass was completely exposed. My cock and balls were pushed back and held in place behind my legs, which were tied together by rough fiber ropes around my knees and ankles. It felt like something was tied around my balls, making them plump and vulnerable in their sack, but I couldn't be sure. I was trussed up like a chicken on the block. And my head ached. I must have been drugged. I realized I was completely naked, and it must have been Ahmed who betrayed me. Fuck! How could this be happening again? I grunted into the gag again as loud as I could in the hopes of attracting help. As I heard footsteps approaching me slowly from behind I wondered if that was such a good idea. I could hear what sounded like a crop of some kind slapping against the palm of a hand and I was pretty sure where it would be landing next. "Hello again, my slave. Did you enjoy the tour?" It was Ahmed. How could he be doing this to me?! He continued to stand behind me, so it was impossible to see what he was doing, but I could hear him. He seemed to be playing with a switch, idly slapping it against his open palm. I had a bad feeling about this. "Yes, you are my slave boy now," he said. "You know we are famous for owning and trading slaves here in Zanzibar. And I now own you." "I own all of you," he continued after a moment, still standing behind me. "I own this," he said as he tapped the switch against my cock, which was trapped behind my legs and facing him. "I own these," he said as he gave my vulnerable balls a little slap. Mmmmph! "Yes, I own this," he insisted with a more serious slap of the crop to one butt cheek. "And this," with an equally forceful blow to the other. Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmph! "Yes, slave, I own all of you," he told me, as he traced the switch up and down my legs, across my back, along my arms and under my belly, before returning to my vulnerable cock and balls. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I groaned in pain and bit into my gag as the switch rained down on my balls. It hadn't been that hard but it was painful enough. It was clear that he could inflict some serious pain if he wanted to. "Do I own all of you now, slave?" "Mmmmeph Mmmir!" I grunted into my gag as best I could, nodding my head vigorously. I tried pleading with my eyes, but he wasn't looking. "You know what, slave? It doesn't matter what you think. I own you, and you don't have any say in it. That's what it means to be a slave." He proceeded to demonstrate that to me. Without any further fuss, he just unzipped and took the plunge. There was nothing I could do to resist, tied up with my arms in the air behind me. He slipped right in like he was coming home. Given the position I was in, his entry was remarkably easy. With his first stroke he let out a sigh of relief like a parched man who had just quenched a mighty thirst. He picked up speed immediately, which got my cock hard in no time. He kept up the pace like he was running from a bull, not savoring any of it. His thrusts rocked me back and forth like a puppet attached to his cock. After just a few minutes he let out a roar like he had never experienced an orgasm before, cumming deep inside of me, and then pulling out just as fast as he had barged in. He collapsed into a nearby chair. I was left standing there, tied up and now extremely horny. My cock and balls were still held captive behind my legs, vulnerable to any attack from behind, just like my upturned ass, which was leaking his still-hot jism. I wondered what would come next. After 10 or 15 minutes he had recovered and was a changed man. He ran his hands gently over my body, exploring it for the first time. He was caressing me, almost making love to me with his hands. His touch reassured me and calmed my fears over my desperate situation. Although I had become a tied and naked sex slave in a foreign land, I was at least being shown some affection. He tugged experimentally on my Prince Albert cock piercing and on my nipple rings. He seemed especially intrigued by the PA, as if he was contemplating its potential uses. I was still hard from the fucking, and now he was teasing my cock, lightly rubbing the sensitive glans. He stroked me until I started jostling a little in my bondage, almost involuntarily, and then he stopped. He patted my back as he would steady a restless mare. I was just an animal under his control. "You are a good slave, and I will take care of you." He said, stepping back from me. "But you must obey me or the punishment will be very harsh indeed." With that he threw down a heavy blow from the switch to my ass. I screamed into the gag from the unexpected pain. "Quiet, slave!" He delivered another harsh blow. This time I kept quiet, although the second blow was even more painful. "Good slave. You know that I am serious now, don't you?" I nodded my head vigorously. "Good. I expect you to remain quiet at all times, slave. Any noise at all will be severely punished." I believed him, and I resigned myself to fate. I decided to go along with the situation until I saw a chance for escape. "Now," he continued, "It is time to take you to your new home. Remember, any noise at all and you will regret it." He stepped away for a few minutes and then returned dragging a large old fashioned steamer trunk. I knew immediately what was going to happen. Using the wench that had evidently been sustaining my bondage, he lowered my arms, which was a huge relief. As I crumpled to the floor he guided me sideways into the open trunk and when I was mostly inside he quickly tipped it on its side so that I slumped all the way in. He closed top without hesitation. Now I was crouched in the fetal position, with my arms tied behind me and my knees and ankles bound tightly together. My cock and balls were still trapped behind my legs. I was gagged and in total darkness. I heard the soft click of a lock outside the trunk. Now I was just a piece of cargo, ready to be shipped to who knows where. After a few minutes I heard voices approaching, speaking Swahili. I considered making noise and trying to move around inside my prison, but I remembered Ahmed's warning and took it very seriously. I decided to wait for a better chance later. My crate was lifted by at least two men, and loaded on to what I assumed was a small cart. We were off. The air changed after a moment and I figured we were out on the street. The cart bumped along the cobblestones and turned repeatedly as we worked our way through the maze of alleys that make up Stone Town. Finally I heard Ahmed's voice again, and then the opening of what must have been an ancient door. My trunk was again being carried by several men. We went up a flight of stairs until I was eventually deposited in a quiet place. The voices receded and I was left there in total darkness and complete silence. After a few more minutes I heard a pair of footsteps returning, and then the unlatching of the lock. Ahmed opened the door to the trunk sideways, and I fell out onto the floor. I was staring at his shoes, standing on top of a beautiful Persian rug. "Welcome to your new home, slave." He said. "Here, you are both my prisoner and my guest." I was left lying on the floor for a few minutes to contemplate just what that meant. After several minutes Ahmed returned with a basin and a washcloth. He proceeded to give me a sponge bath right there, cleaning me with great affection. I did feel like a guest in a way, despite being tied and gagged and at his feet. My cock hardened once again. Ahmed responded with an enormous smile. After the washing Ahmed returned with a tray of food and some water, which he set on top of a small table next to me. He pulled over a chair, and began to eat. After several bites he reached down and removed my gag, to the relief of my aching jaw. "Does my slave want some food and water?" He asked. "Yes, Master." I replied. "Please." "You must beg for it, slave!" He told me. "Please, Master!" I begged. "Please feed your devoted slave." He seemed pleased by my obsequiousness, probably not realizing I had played this game before. He rewarded me with a delicious morsel of lamb, and we continued like that for the rest of the meal. I had become just an animal to him. He had me eating out of his hand. After dinner he stood me up and pulled me forward by the balls. He made me hop to the bathroom, which was another relief. Along the way I could see that the house was small palace, with lavish furnishings matching the ornate Omani architecture of the Arab period of Zanzibar. I was a sultan's slave now, and almost grateful for it. He led me back to the bedroom and onto the giant canopy bed, which looked like a sultan's harem with the mosquito netting hanging down from the four poster canopy. The sturdy wooden posts already had silk scarves tied to each corner, and I could imagine what was coming next. He proceeded to tie me to the bed as I had suspected. He positioned me face down in the center of the bed and raised my arms up behind me again. Using another length of rope he pulled them up and towards the headboard canopy bar, where he tied off the rope, leaving my arms in a painful position. Then, evidently having me safely secured, he untied the ropes from my legs and retied each of them to the far corners of the foot posts using the silk scarves. Only then did he lower my arms one at a time to secure them flat in front of me to the corners of the headboard. Apparently he was taking no chances with my escape. I was now comfortably spread eagle on the bed, with my ass up and my cock underneath me. Perhaps I was too comfortable because Ahmed pulled my cock down towards the foot of the bed so that the underside was no longer touching the bed. Evidently I would not be allowed to pleasure myself by fucking the bed. As if to make sure of that Ahmed looped a string through my PA ring and tied the other end to the foot of the bed. Now I would not be able to bring my cock forward no matter what. Once I was secured, Ahmed helped himself to my ass again. This time he was only slightly less rushed. He fucked me like he hadn't gotten his rocks off in months. As before, he was remarkably smooth, and I even enjoyed the ride. I thought back to Sayeed's huge cock and figured he had broken me, turning me into complete cock slave. I never imagined I could enjoy being fucked so much. But I guess I wasn't going to enjoy it in the traditional sense. There would be no cumming for me. After he unleashed another load of cum in my ass Ahmed just slipped off the bed without a word and left the room, switching off the light on his way. I was left there hard and horny, but unable to do anything about it with my cock tied in the wrong position and my hands and feet spread eagled to the corners of the bed. ********** I awoke to the sensation of a cock entering my ass again. It was Ahmed, and he was taking no prisoners. He gave me a vigorous fuck this time, with powerful thrusts using the entire length of his cock. He went on for a long time, pausing to catch his breath at intervals. It was still the middle of the night, and the only sound around was the slapping of his balls against my ass and his grunts of pleasure. This was his third time fucking me since the late afternoon. I was amazed at his stamina. Finally he shot into me and pulled off. He seemed completely exhausted. At first I thought he would pass out right there on the bed with me, but eventually he got up and left. Once again, I was left incredibly excited, but entirely frustrated. In the morning I was wakened by chirping birds before Ahmed came in to fuck me yet again. He seemed to be making up for lost time. He must have had a bad case of blue balls, like the one I was now developing. I had slept only fitfully, each time waking with a hard on and the sensation of his cock in my ass, either real or imagined. In my dreams I was being fucked repeatedly by Sayeed, by Ahmed, by the gang of Bedouin at Petra, by townspeople in the village square where I was spread out and tied for all to see, with my ass turned up and open to all comers. I was on the slave block and the buyers were allowed to sample the wares before the auction. My mouth was gagged and my cock was held down, unable to get relief. The traders rained down sharp blows on my ass with riding crops they wielded like weapons. Old Zanzibar was only the beginning of a lifetime of slavery for a newly captured slave like me. Modern Zanzibar wasn't turning out much different. Ahmed finally pulled out, leaving me exhausted, although he was apparently quite fulfilled. He was full of energy now, and went about retying me with my hands behind my back and with my ankles tied to my upper legs so my legs remained permanently bent. He frogmarched me to the bathroom, and then back to the bedroom, where I was unceremoniously dumped on the Persian carpet. A few minutes later he returned with breakfast, which he I had to eat from a bowl on the floor like a dog. With my hands tied behind me I really did feel like a dumb animal, but I was grateful he was at least feeding me. After breakfast it was back on the bed to be tied face up this time, where I remained the entire day with no sign of Ahmed. Only the devious bondage he had used on me in kept me company. All day I lay there tied to the bed's four corners, ass plugged, mouth gagged, and with my balls, nips and cock strung up. Once tied, Ahmed had inserted a large black dildo up my ass. It was huge, and unlike his cock it was not at all comfortable. I was incredibly surprised to see such a thing here in Muslim Zanzibar, especially one with a leather waist harness that he proceeded to strap around my waist, through my crotch and up my ass crack, pushing the dildo in even further. "This is to remind you of me while I am away," he said, as he proceeded to lock the straps together with a small padlock. It hardly seemed necessary -- with my hands and feet tied to the four corners of the bed I couldn't have unbuckled the thing anyway. The pressure from the huge dildo on my prostate kept me hard and horny all day, as did the constant tension on my nipples and cock from the string Ahmed had tied connecting all three of them. The string was tied through my two nipple rings and through my Prince Albert cock piercing, pulling all three towards the center of my belly. I was forced to flex my abdomen forward a little to relieve the tension on my body's three most sensitive points, but this was hard to do with my arms and legs tied spread eagle as they were. The cord tied around my balls aggravated the situation, since it was tied off to the footboard of the bed, pulling in the opposite direction from the nipple-cock-nipple triangle. I spent all afternoon doing slow motion abdominal crunches, repeatedly transferring the tension from one sensitive body part to another. ********** Well after sunset Ahmed returned, taking a seat on the bed next to me. "Hello, slave," he said. "Did you miss me today?" I nodded yes, since it was true. I was aching, thirsty, hungry, and eager for his attention again, even if it did involve getting spanked and fucked and pinched and tied for hours in uncomfortable positions. The Stockholm Effect had set in and I was bonding to my captor. On top of it all I was horny as hell and my ass was desperate to expel the massive invader that Ahmed had strapped into place. "I'm going to remove the gag," Ahmed told me, "because I think my slave will be well behaved, won't he?" I nodded yes, and looked as subservient as I possibly could. He offered me a drink of water and I eagerly drank the whole glass. "Thank you, Master," I said quietly after I finished. He looked pleased. Ahmed reached over and began to stoked my chest in that soothing way that gave me so much trust in him. "I'm going to confess some things to you, slave, so listen carefully and do not speak," he began. "First of all, you are my slave now, and you always will be. You will always obey my commands as long as you live, and I will forever be superior to you. It will always be that way." "You are a good slave, and although we once trade many slaves here in Zanzibar, you will not be traded or sold. In fact, you will leave Zanzibar on Wednesday with your friends as planned, and you will leave this house tomorrow to be at your hotel in time to meet them when they arrive. You life will continued as you had planned." At this point I was shocked that he knew so much about me, but I remained silent as he had instructed. I imagined that he would have gone through my backpack, but how could he have known about my friends coming in? I gazed up at him attentively, and he continued talking as his hands roamed around my body, lightly teasing here, occasionally pinching there. He began strumming the tight cord that tied my nipple rings and my PA together, increasing the tension on them even more. "By now you must have realized it was not an accident that we met. You see, I have a master of my own, and he told me you were coming here." Now I was even more confused, but as he tugged sharply on the cord that held me in sexual tension, it came into focus. "You know who I mean, slave?" I nodded. He was talking about Sayeed, the Jordanian park ranger who held me captive for three days at Petra last fall. Sayeed was his Master, and had told him about my visit here. I had given Sayeed all the details of my trip to Zanzibar, including the fact that I was coming two days before my other friends. By now Ahmed had his hand circled around my tethered balls, and he was starting to squeeze. As if I would lose at attention at this point! "Sayeed is my Master, and I am your Master. You are a slave to both of us. Master Sayeed has granted me this privilege over you." "Master Sayeed is my cousin," he continued. "Third cousin actually, as you Americans say." My balls were really getting the squeeze now. "I have been his slave since I was 14. Our families are not close, but we are able to see each other often enough. At other times he keeps control over me via webcam." I must have looked a little shocked because Ahmed gave my balls a sharp slap. "You think we are too backwards in Zanzibar for webcams?" I shook my head no as earnestly as I could. "Good boy! You remembered not to speak! Master Sayeed was right that you are an excellent slave." He released his grip on my balls and went back to teasing me with his feather light touch. "I have enjoyed my weekend with you, and I'm sorry that it will soon end. This is the first time I have been allowed to cum in 13 months. Master Sayeed keeps me in a chastity belt, which he monitors on the webcam." If I had looked incredulous before, it was really obvious now. Ahmed just smiled and said, "Yes, we have those too here in Zanzibar. Imported from the US, of course. Master makes me wear a CB-3000." I could barely believe my ears. Could this weekend possibly be more bizarre? "Master allowed me out this weekend especially because of you. He wanted to reward me for my faithful service to him, and he wanted you to experience total domination again, even if by extension through me." My head was reeling at this point. Chastity belt? Webcams? Total domination? That had certainly been the case. I hadn't felt so controlled since I was last with Sayeed. And here I thought that lightning had struck twice in my life. "You may not believe all of this just yet, but it is true, just as surely as you will remain my slave your entire life. I know that you have already accepted your fate, slave." He gave a single stroke his finger along the super sensitive ridge of my cock, which was pure ecstasy. "Why else would you have remained hard all day?" Of course he was right. Then, as if to answer my quizzical look, he pointed to a small webcam that was peeking out from behind a wall sconce. He had been watching me all day! "When you are at home, slave," he told me, "We will keep in touch on IM, and you will get used to being watched by me and others via webcam. There is no privacy for a slave." I wasn't sure about that, but at the moment I was in no position to argue. "Yes, Sir." I told him. Having finished explaining the circumstances of my weekend captivity, Ahmed stuffed the gag back in my mouth and tied it off tightly. He went out of the room again, leaving me there horny and helpless, tied spread eagle to the bed, teased and randy, with a big plug up my ass and a cord stretching my balls to the foot of the bed. Another cord was tied between my PA and my nipples rings, leaving my upper body in a high tension tease that I had already endured for hours. Some time later he was back with dinner. He fed me by hand again, propping my head up with a pillow so I didn't choke. He kept me tied to the bed, and continued to tease me using the cords tying my cock and nipples, adding in his own feather touch fingers to tickle my underarms or my chest, or pinch my inner legs or balls. It was the most distracting meal I had ever enjoyed. "You know, slave, this is not my house." He told me. "It belongs to my uncle who is coming back tomorrow." So my new master was not a sultan after all, I thought to myself. But that didn't change anything in my mind. He was still my Master. "I will release you tomorrow, but until then you must remain in bondage." Ahmed continued. "Master Sayeed has said it must be so." "I am to take pictures and send them to him," he went on. "I already have a few from the warehouse and I will take some more now. Slaves do not have privacy, so the pictures will be posted on the internet." I was unhappy about that, but I bit my tongue. Sayeed had probably already posted the pictures of me at Petra, now that I thought about it. "Master Sayeed instructed me to keep you in bondage all weekend, but he didn't say how or where. Or what I could do with you." Ahmed told me. "So I have decided you will sleep next to me tonight, slave. I have not slept with a man in a long time." It sounded romantic, except for the fact that I was his unwilling prisoner, and that I would remain tied hand and foot. I wasn't sure if I should thank my new master for the privilege or not. Ahmed cleared away the food and after a taking a few photos he prepared me for bed. I remained tied the whole time, but at last the tension cords on my cock, balls and nipples came off, and the diabolical dildo was removed from my ass. I was cleaned up and given a brief but glorious massage. Back in bed Ahmed bound my wrists in front of me and then tied them off to one of the headboard posts. My ankles and knees were also tied tightly together with silk scarves. Once again he deliberately trapped my cock and balls behind my legs, and I was unable to bring my tackle forward to its normal position at the front of my body. As I lay on my side Ahmed snuggled me, his hands teasing my trapped cock and balls, which were directly facing his crotch. It was maddening to be teased like that with no chance of relief. Ahmed's touch was electric, and I grew even harder than before. Of course there would be no release for me. Instead Ahmed pushed his cock into me again, fucking me as I lay there on my side next to him, bound hand and foot. As he fucked me he reached around to play with my nipples, tugging on the rings, pinching them, and rubbing them with my own saliva. His hand made several deep explorations of my mouth as his cock did the same in my ass. I was nearly gagging while being stuffed in the ass. He tunneled deeper into my ass and I let out a low groan, which he silenced with his hand held tightly over my mouth. His legs were rubbing against my cock head as he balled me, but not enough for me to get close to coming. As he played with my tits, fucked my ass and teased my cock through the closeness of his body I realized I had never seen Ahmed naked, and had never seen his cock. Thinking back I remembered I had never seen Sayeed's cock or body either. Both men had always fucked me from behind, like I was some animal they just used for their pleasure. Of course that's exactly what I was - just an animal to be manhandled. Ahmed's cock reminded me of that with every thrust. He was always clothed, even while fucking me, and I was always naked like the slave he had made me. The fucking and teasing continued until my nipples were sore and I wondered if my ass could take any more. From time to time Ahmed paused for a moment, as if to catch his breath, but I could still feel his dick throbbing inside of me. Thirteen months of chastity was cumming inside of me. He seemed determined to make the most of his freedom this weekend. I tried to imagine him in a CB-3000, with Sayeed having the only key. I wondered if Sayeed fucked him during their rare visits. I tried to imagine Ahmed getting fucked in the same way as me, but I couldn't complete the image. With his insistent cock drilling in to me I just couldn't see Ahmed as a bottom. His cock did not belong in a chastity belt. Slave cocks were meant to be locked up and controlled by their masters. Ahmed's cock was clearly a lion on the hunt. Ahmed's pride would be hard to contain in a CB-3000. I was familiar with the plastic cock cage, and had even worn one for more than three weeks. My friend Damien had tricked me into a losing bet when we first met and played around. The penalty was a week in the chastity belt with demerit days if my cocksucking failed to please him during daily check-ins. Damien loved having control of my cock and I hated it. At night I had painful erections as my cock fought against its prison. During the day I could think of nothing else except my captive prick. Damien made matters worse my teasing me to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, always while tied up in one vulnerable position or another. Often he fucked me, which teased me even more, especially when I endured the cage while getting fucked. Ahmed's pounding suddenly stepped up the pace and brought me back to reality. I could tell he was close to coming. As he released another flood up my ass I thought about Damien -- he would be here in Zanzibar tomorrow. If Ahmed let me go as promised I would meet Damien and my other friends at the hotel in the afternoon. What would I tell them about my weekend in captivity? They would probably assume I had planned the whole thing all along. Would I be able to hide from them such an incredible experience? Ahmed had stopped fucking me, but had left his big cock filling my ass. He lay motionless and I wondered if he'd just fall asleep like that, keeping me stuffed all night. But eventually he pulled out and fell asleep with his arm around my bound body. Sleeping was not so easy for me. I was horned up like never before, and yet completely unable to do something about it. My thoughts drifted between Ahmed, Sayeed, Damien, and how I had craved bondage since childhood. I always fantasized about being treated like this, but the reality was quite different. Unlike my fantasies, I really had no control in this situation, and it was much more frustrating than I had imagined. My cock throbbed uselessly behind me, trapped behind my legs, and trapped by my desires. At dawn Ahmed fucked me again, but this time it was rather more mechanical. The fucking seemed to say 'I'm doing this to prove a point'. The point was that I was a slave, with no control of my body, and no release for my cock. After he finished Ahmed re-tied me to the bed spread eagle and left me for a long time. Finally he returned carrying my clothes, my backpack and some other things. "Before you leave I have a gift for you, slave." He said. He showed me a phallic looking gourd of some kind. It was cut off at one end and had what looked like a coin slot on the other. "Do you know what this is?" He asked. No, I told him, but I was afraid I did. It looked some kind of organic dildo, and I could guess where it would be going. "This is the fruit of the Sausage Tree that grows here in Tanzania. This is a small one -- normally they are bigger." He explained. "The outer shell is hard, but the inside can be cleaned out." He turned the gourd so I could peer down the tube. "I am going to put it on you cock." It slowly dawned on me why he would do that. While I contemplated the implications he proceeded to feed one end of a twine through the coin slot of the gourd and down the tube. He then looped the twine around my PA ring, and tied it off to itself about two inches up. My cock was still too hard to fit into the tube by any means, so he lifted up my balls and started slapping them repeatedly. I cried out in pain. "Quiet, slave! Or you will feel much worse." He scolded. "Make it go down." With my balls in total agony my cock wilted in just a few seconds, but Ahmed didn't stop until it was totally limp. I was almost delirious with pain, and I barely noticed as he pulled the twine to guide my cock up the shaft into the gourd. It was not really wide enough, even for my limp cock, but it was longer than it seemed so it took repeated tugs on my PA ring to pull my cock head towards the closed end of the tube. Once it was there Ahmed continued to jiggle the string until a semi circle of the PA ring was poking out through the coin slot. Out of nowhere he produced a little brass padlock and quickly fed the hasp through my PA ring and snapped it shut. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized I had just been locked into an all-natural chastity belt. "The Maasai use the fruit of the Sausage Tree to hold milk. They say it makes the milk tastes sweeter." Ahmed explained. "Now it is going to hold your little sausage, and I'm sure it will make your milk sweeter after only a few days." Ahmed was grinning at his fiendish little joke, but I wasn't so happy. It was clear that the gourd would not be coming off the cock while my PA ring was locked at the end. I saw that the ball of my PA ring was trapped inside the gourd, so I couldn't remove my jewelry to free my cock either. I was cock locked, and Ahmed had pocketed the key. He untied the twine and tapped against the hard shell a few times. My cock was completely sealed. The gourd was slightly too long for my flaccid cock, so the PA ring pulled my cock forward a bit, adding some erotic tension to my cock head. I would be horny and yet unable to get hard all at the same time. He couldn't have come up with a more devious scheme. At last Ahmed untied me from the bed. I stretched my aching muscles, and he gave me a quick shoulder massage which reminded me what a considerate master he was. "You must go now, slave." He told me. "I will see you tomorrow. Meet me at the Old Slave Market near Creek Road at one o'clock. And bring you friends. I want to meet them." Ahmed could see the hesitation in my face. He grabbed both my nipple rings and pinched hard. "Look me in the eyes, slave, and tell me you will be there!" "Yes, Sir!" I obeyed. "I will be there. And I will bring my friends for you to meet." Now I would have to explain at least something to my friends, and since I'm a very bad liar the whole story would probably come out. I resigned myself to the fact that a slave really doesn't have any privacy. Ahmed told me to get dressed, although my underwear was missing. I kept quiet and assumed he was keeping a souvenir. As we walked downstairs I admired the luxury and style of the villa where I had spent the weekend in captivity. A felt a twinge of regret that I could not remain here forever as Ahmed's permanent slave, although in a way my chastity cage was an enduring reminder of my servitude to him. At the ancient front door he peeked his head out on to the street before quickly pushing me outside and closing the door behind me. No tender kiss goodbye -- slaves are just discarded when they are no longer used, apparently. And wise masters were not seen on the streets with their slaves in Zanzibar I figured. Back at the hotel when my friends arrived I refrained from telling them anything. I knew it would come out later. For now I tried to return to my normal life. Of course, I was still wearing Ahmed's chastity belt, and I assumed he would unlock me the next day at the slave market. I tossed and turned all night as my cock pressed in vain against the sides of the gourd from my normal nighttime erections. It was clear there would be no sexual release while wearing the thing. The next day I led everyone on a walking tour and conveniently managed to be at the slave market at one o'clock. Ahmed was there, and he greeted me like an old friend. My friends looked very surprised at first, but then quickly made assumptions that I must have been busy in Zanzibar's ancient bath houses and left it at that. Ahmed greeted each one of them, shaking hands and exchanging a few words with each. As we looked around the old slave market together he fell into conversation with Damien, and the two of them seemed to become fast friends. It figured. Damien was such a gregarious extravert he quickly engaged everyone he met. As they wandered off together I thought I saw Ahmed hand him something, which produced a hearty laughter from both of them. When it was time to part Ahmed pulled me aside and whispered, "I'm leaving your little cock in the care of your friend, my slave. You will be in touch with me via webcam when you get home. I expect you to still be wearing the gift I gave you." I looked over at Damien, who flashed me an impish grin. I pleaded with my eyes to Ahmed, but he ignored me, and just turned to wish the group goodbye. With that he left us, and I had a sinking feeling about the next two weeks of my East African vacation. I had been cock locked in Zanzibar! END ------------------------------------- by Tied_True, reachable at the big Y! -------------------------------------

Penis Envy By: Suzy Suburbanite Chapter I Warm, firm and pulsing is how I remember the first boys dick I ever held in my hand at the age of eight. My best friend and I asked the cutest boy in our neighborhood to show us his thing which he eagerly agreed to, if we showed him our things. I marveled at the throbbing organ, Can I touch it? I asked Jonathan. If I can touch yours, he nervously demanded reciprocation. We stood, for what seemed like hours, touching and feeling one anothers most private places. His boner appeared huge, as my best friend, Nancy, and I stroked and touched and caressed the, oh so, foreign muscle. On that day, hiding behind the bushes in my backyard, giggling uncontrollably, staring in wonder, I fell in love with penis. By the time I reached thirteen, I was not only touching Jons pretty penis, but also kissing it; placing my mouth on it, feeling the warm pulse of his heartbeat through his most precious possession. Jonathan was doing the same for me. He kissed my poonanni, as my mom called it, for hours and hours. We were two very curious kids. Luckily, at that age we never figured out the whole Tab A-to-Slot B concept of human physiology. Jon and I fell in love sometime during puberty. I was very surprised, but very happy, the first time he shot his stuff in my mouth. I had yet another reason to adore a boys penis--beyond the velvety smoothness, and warm pulse--there was the creamy, slick treat if I licked it just right. We gave our virginity to each other in the tenth grade, and I now had another glorious reason to love penis...it felt wonderful inside my pussy. I was totally envious of my boyfriend and his magic stick. Alone in my bed at night, I secretly wished I had a penis of my very own to stroke and hold and make it shoot its thick, white, sticky cum into my mouth or onto my body. By the time we were ready to head off to college, Jonathan and I were sexually experienced with one another. However, we were not particularly experienced at life. We agreed that our college years would be spent apart. We allowed that experimentation would take place in all aspects of life...including sex. But, we promised to share with each other on holidays and vacations, and that once school was complete, we would rekindle our love. Like I said, we werent very experienced with life. Chapter II College was a total trip. There I was, eighteen and completely clueless. Many of the girls in my dorm were much like me; a bit starry-eyed and shy from being cast into this sea of new and foreign people. I decided on a large northeastern school, and coming from a very conservative mid-western upbringing, was shocked and later amused by the moral flexibility displayed on campus. Im not sure if it was the newfound freedom and relative anonymity of being away from friends and family, or the true morals of the students and staff, but sex was everywhere. Within three days of my arrival, my roommate, Darla, had a boyfriend. You arent a prude, are you Annie? She asked soon after I walked in on them screwing. Besides, Joe is just a fuck buddy until I get settled-in. I denied being a prude, but also admonished her for not being more discreet, At least lock the door Darla. Then It happened; the day I finally let my hair down and rediscovered the total joy of penis. I was returning to the dorm in the middle of the afternoon, expecting to get some quiet study time. But the sight that greeted me as I stepped into my room lit a fuse that could not be extinguished, save for some nice hard dick and hot sex. There was Darla, naked from the waist up, kneeling on the floor, her head bobbing rapidly, up-and-down the long, black penis before her. The tall, skinny black guy she was sucking had an expression of complete ecstasy on his glistening face. Leave, or close the door and watch, Darla demanded breathlessly as she briefly broke her lip-lock on the mighty tool before her. I walked to my bed--as if in a trance--and sat to watch Darla blow the amazingly long dick. Her mouth was stretched wide over the pulsing organ. Darla had a look of concentration and lust on her face as she bobbed up and down, her lips and mouth eliciting groans of pleasure from her new fuck buddy. It was as if she read my mind when Darla broke contact from the slick, black-as-coal penis and pointed the purple head directly at me, Want some Annie? she asked, giving a naughty wink. I just stared at the unwinking eye of the black snake that Darla held firmly in her pale white hand. I dropped to the floor on my hands and knees, and crawled, cat-like, towards the object of my lust and desire. Darla pumped the boys big dick in her hand, further luring me towards my destiny. I marveled at the stark contrast between the stiff black boner and my roommates bright white, china-doll hand. Yeah blondie, suck my big black cock, were the first words the black boy spoke since I entered the room. Darla milked a large dollop of pre-seminal fluid out of the slit atop the plum-sized head, Go ahead Annie, suck it. Suck his big black dick, she whispered to me as she pushed my head towards this forbidden fruit. The phrase nigger lover popped through my brain--a remnant of my whitebread, mid-Ohio upbringing--as I opened my mouth wide and engulfed the warm, delicious man meat. I closed my eyes and became lost in a trance of wet cock sucking. I heard the boy moan and Darla talking about breaking me out of my prudish ways, but those moans and words meant nothing. This is where I was meant to be, on my knees, sucking beautiful, warm penis. I took the boy slowly, swirling my tongue around and around the fat head of his dick and then bobbing down, down, down his incredibly long organ. My pussy flowed and contracted in mini-cums as I tasted the warm, slick, salty, cock juice for the first time in months. The boy tasted much different than my Jonathan, my black attractions pre-cum was a bit more bitter, and there was much more of it. Darla briefly pulled me away from the dick of my desire to remove my sweatshirt and bra before allowing me to swoop down once again on the stiff black boner. Oh yeah bitch, work her up while she sucks my dick, I heard the unknown boy growl to Darla, get that little blonde pussy ready for me baby. Youre one fine cock sucking ho baby. Yeah bitch, thats it, treat my dick right bitch...cmon bitch suck that dick, he had a sneering, superior tone to his voice as he commanded me to suck deeper. Somehow his use of the word bitch didnt offend me, but spurred me on to greater and greater feats. I heard loud moaning, and realized it was me. Darla was removing my shoes and jeans as I fell deeper and deeper into my dick-sucking trance. The boy held my head in his large, dark hands and started humping up as he drew my mouth down harder and harder onto his pulsing organ. My roommate was rubbing my, now bare, pussy and kissing my naked back while whispering to me how sexy I looked with a big black dick in my mouth. Itll be even hotter looking in your pussy Annie, she groaned as she thrust two fingers into me. Eat her cunt bitch. Get it all wet for me, the black man demanded. Hmmm, hmmm, I agreed--out of my mind with passion--for more unusual experimentation. Darla had me stand and bend at the waist so that I could still suck this mans throbber while she pleased my pussy with her tongue and lips. Id never even considered lesbian sex before. But somehow, the immorality and deviance of her oral pleasure on my most secret places seemed so appropriate. Darla soon had me moaning as loud as the anonymous black man before me. Her tongue and mouth were everywhere: on my pussy, my clit, my butthole...everywhere. I grasped the hard penis tightly and pumped it faster and faster; wanting the warm organ to shoot its cum at the same time my pussy flowed. But, my fuck-buddies had other plans for my lonely, long-vacant, white slit. Darla pushed me forward so that I straddled the boys body, his long, stiff penis directly below my wet pussy. I held myself up on his shoulders as Darla lined-up the fat dick head with my cunt. Wait, wait...we need a rubber, I gasped in a rare moment of clarity, as I stared at the black sword poised to pierce my lily white hole. Put it in bitch. Put my black dick into that lush white cunt, he commanded Darla. Oh please wait, Im not protected... I whined as Darla moved his spit-slicked cockhead back and forth over my engorged pussy lips and around my hole. Take it bitch. Take it bare, the way you want it. Watch Annie, watch, Darla was absolutely giddy as she lined-up the stiff boner with my sloppy cunt and guided me onto the fat black baby maker. Oh God yesssssss, I hissed as I watched the beautiful black dick slide up my open, ready channel, Oh yeah boy...fuck me...fuck me good. His dick went up, up, up; reaching depths inside me that had yet to know the warm, stiff pleasure of penis. I could feel Darlas hands working my ass cheeks, as if trying to seat the firm boy muscle as deep into my cunt as it could go. Oh please, dont cum inside me, I begged as he began to fuck slowly in and out of my needy body. Thats your problem blondie, he said without caring. The only emotion that ruled us both was lust...pure and simple lust...fucking lust...pent-up, hardcore lust. Knock her up Darren. Darla moaned with cruel intent, Give the blonde bitch a little black baby. Darren, so thats his name, I thought while I groaned my desire for this black stallion to pump me harder and faster, Oh yes, fuck meeeeeeee, fill meeeeee, give me your big dick...anything...anything you want... Darren fucked me delirious. He had me ride his smooth dark dick until his entire pelvis was awash in my juice. He flipped me over on my stomach and took me hard and fast, as if we were two animals in heat. And he finished with me flat on my back, my ankles around my ears, as he tried to slam my frail white body through Darlas bed. Oh you fuckn white whore...gonna knock you up now bitch...gonna pump my load in you bitch...here it comes...here it comes, he yelled loud enough that our whole dorm knew exactly what was happening in our room. Breed her baby...breed the snooty white cunt, Darla shrieked in time to my fifth all-consuming orgasm and Darrens prodigious first squirt of the afternoon. He rammed his big black baby maker into my cunt with one final, mighty stroke and held it there. I could feel the masterful black cock pulse: again and again as he spilled his seed into my unprotected pussy. Oh yes, yes, yes...fill meeeeee, I wailed, out of my mind with lusty desire and damn the consequences, give me your cum...give me your black babies. I opened my eyes to see his head thrown back as he emptied his load inside me. It was the first time in my life I could actually feel the sperm ejaculating from a penis into my hole. Once, twice...four, five, six times, the massive cum load bathed my fertile cunt. Darren jabbed deeper and deeper into my sloppy, open twat as he gave-up his manly love cream. Oh fuck yeah, you white bitches sure know how to fuck, he groaned as we both came off our sexual plateau. I held him close, not wanting to let this sexy black stallion out of my grasp, or out of my tender, swollen cunt. I tried to kiss his fat black lips, but he would have none of that, saying that he didnt kiss cocksuckers. Darren, get off...I want my treat now, Darla whined. The boy pulled away from me, leaving me empty and sorrowful that I had allowed this black man to ravish my needful void. Oh please dont let me be pregnant with a back mans baby, I prayed. Ill get all that nasty cum out of you Annie, Darla said a moment before clamping her mouth onto my pussy. DARLA! She sucked me, and I mean sucked...hard...almost painfully hard. It felt as if my insides were being drawn into her hot, wet mouth as she drew Darrens cum wad from my hole. Snowball her bitch, Darren commanded Dar as he fed me his nasty, cum-coated, sloppy cock meat for cleaning. Within moments, Darla was spitting the boy cum she drained from my pussy into my mouth. My mouth was full of the joy juice from the illicit, interracial union, consummated mere minutes before. Darla kissed me hard and deep; her tongue and lips searching for new passion and deviant release. She repeated the nasty game twice more: sucking my wet, sloppy hole and then feeding me the salty, bitter semen in an even sloppier, lusty kiss. Suck her cunt, white bitch, Darren commanded, as Darla descended to my pussy for the forth time. But this time, she swung her flowing cunt directly over my face...open, wet and wanting. Her hole pulsed--red and swollen--waiting for my mouth. What the heck, I pondered, I just fucked a black guy...may as well... My thoughts were cut short as my horny roommate lowered her wide, white bottom towards my face. I gladly accepted her offering of hot, wet pussy. It was like the best sweet-and-sour sauce Id ever tasted. Her cunt flow was warm, thick and slick...much, much better tasting than a boys fluids. I wallowed in her folds. I licked and sucked and chewed her sex into my mouth. I relished her moans. I reveled in her cries for my attention, suck my fucking cunt you bitch. Lusty lick, upon lusty suck became a blur of lesbian exploration. My chubby, slut roommate and I abandoned all pretense of passing fancy or curiosity for bi-sexual experimentation, with true desire to fully satisfy each others dyke passions. We matched each other stroke for stroke, poke for poke, lick for lick...our moans and groans of pleasure emanating out of our cocoon of sex and across the campus. Damn I love you white sluts...youll do anything for the big black dick, Darren exclaimed as--only inches away from my eyes--he lined-up his renewed hardness with Darlas asshole. Oh yes baby, fuck Darlas virgin butthole...cmon baby butt fuck momma, my roomy groaned as the large black cock forced its way into her tight, stretched anus. Darla screamed and moaned into my excited pussy as our black stud took her ass. My eyes were transfixed on this unholy union, the sodomization of Darlas virgin bottom. Darren began slowly, and then moved more forcefully, more vigorously inside my friends tender ass. They fucked in this most unnatural way as I licked pussy and felt the boys floppy balls slapping my forehead. I tasted Darlas ass juice, as her bottom completely opened-up to Darrens relentless pounding. Darla--by choice or force--redoubled her efforts on my flowing pussy; and then her soft, slick tongue entered my tiny, tight bottom. Oh shit Darla, I yelled my desire to my new sex partner as I felt the very first ever penetration of my asshole, Oh yes...tongue-fuck my ass. My screams of desire seemed to spur Darren on to even greater heights of passion as he slam-fucked Darlas gaping asshole. Ten, eleven, twelve times he pounded, pounded, pounded her butt; withdrawing only to catch his breath. Her bottom opened wide, flowing lubricant and butt juice into my sucking mouth. Im eating shit and ass cream from a womans asshole, I thought, but without the disgust my normal brain would perceive. I watched the big, black dick penetrate her again and again...causing my lusty roommate to sing her desire into my open cunt. Darrens long, black boner made a mockery of my known sex life. So long...So fat...SO GOOD, I dreamed of this mighty, dark tool taking my butt cherry. FUCK MY ASS YOU BLACK BASTARD, Darla screamed for the entire world to hear. Her lust was beyond containment. She didnt care who knew that she needed that fat black dick. Oh fucking hell...thats it...thats it...thats it...cum, cum, cum...cum in my ass you nasty boyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Our black stallion rammed her hard, hard, harder, and harder still; trying to force his whole body into Darlas asshole. Oh you fucking, nasty white bitch, he shouted his orgasm, Oh you fucking bitch, take my cum load up your fine white ass. I could see his floppy, hairless balls draw up tight to his body as he fired volley after volley of black mans sperm into my friends butt. His legs trembled and his grip relaxed, as his huge black serpent plopped out of Darlas asshole and landed squarely between my eyes. The stench was retched, but somehow exciting. I took his long black tool into my mouth; cleaning and sucking and nursing any remaining jism and ass juice from the magical penis...the pleasure giver...the baby maker...the dick of death...or life, depending on your perspective. Just as I finished licking Darrens cock clean from his ass-fucking adventure, Darla let loose a mighty, wet, sloppy fart. The cum that our boy had fucked up her asshole gushed out, flooding my face and swamping my mouth with a salty, musky mess of semen and butt sauce. Oh yeah Annie, Darla gasped as I formed a vacuum around her open, pulsing asshole with my lips, Oh girl...suck my shit...eat my ass, she begged. At that moment we became one. Darla and I were sluts. Total, complete, utter sluts. We needed dick. Black, white, yellow, green, purple...it didnt matter, we needed daily doses of throbbing, hard dick. Cock. Boners. Penis. And, when a boy wasnt available, or usable, we relied on each other to supply dick. College was going to be fun! Chapter III After that first afternoon with Darren, Darla and I became inseparable. We fucked together, we slept together, we studied together, we showered together, just inseparable. Darren and a few of his equally dark, handsome and endowed friends became our regular fuck toys. Darla had me rapidly becoming as insatiable as she; constantly craving that dark dick and thick, salty semen to go with daily servings of warm, sweet pussy. But through all the sex, all the amazing orgasms and messy cum shots, I still felt the need to have my very own penis. I marveled at how Darren swung his stick. I could almost feel his power and strength as I watched him fuck Darla senseless. Cmon Darren, fuck her harder, I commanded our boy stud, pushing and pulling his firm black ass faster and harder into my roommates spasming cunt, do it boy, do it. Oh Annie...oh fuck me Annie, Darla knew I was controlling our boy. He was only an extension of my sex-crazed mind. Take it you bitch, take my big cock, I growled my passion for my lusty friend as Darren arched his back and unloaded his monster cum wad into her sloppy hole. Like a well practiced and oiled team, we shifted positions so I could eat that salty load from Darlas inviting pussy as she gently, lovingly, cleaned the mess from Darrens dick. You two are some freaky-assed bitches, our toy groaned approvingly as he watched my face become slick with his cum and Darlas creamy juice, gonna have to get you a strap-on Annie so you can fuck this fat ho. A what? the light bulb over my head must have been visible to my fuck buddies, a strap-on? Do they make those? Do they make those? I asked while blowing cum bubbles through my slick lips, Youre talking about a dildo, right? Darren moved behind me as I sucked any remnants of his prodigious jizz wad from Darla, Yeah bitch, a dildo you wear like a dick, he explained as he opened my asshole with his fat cock head. So you can do this to your dyke girlfriend, he sneered as his thick member ran up my tight white butt. Oh you black fucker. You want this bitch, you want it as much as I do, he was getting to know my newly opened rosebud with increasing frequency, and he knew that I now adored his warm dick inside my butt. Oh you nasty black fucker...do it...fuck my white ass with your big black dick...fuck it nice and hard Darren, I pled for my boy toy to use me. It was only two weeks prior that Darla, Darren and his friends had burst my butt cherry. The event was one of the most painful experiences of my life, butt (pun intended) well worth the effort and discomfort. The first time Vandel--the brother who split me open--shoved his wide, hard, dark dick into my ass I thought I would die. Only after some serious coaching from my roomy and fuck friends was I able to relax and eventually enjoy being butt-fucked. And now, here I am a couple weeks later begging Darren to rip me open. To pummel and pound my loosened asshole. To shoot in me that bitter-sweet cream, so that Darla can suck it from my slick butt and feed it to me in a kiss. Oh you nasty bitch, I yelled at our toy. Who you calln bitch, bitch, Darren yelled back as he slapped my ass cheeks red and raw; fucking harder and harder; forcing my face deeper into Darlas cunt, Take it you freaky ho, take my dick up yo ass. My god I love this, was all I could think as I felt his big black fucker swell and unleash another of his incredibly massive cum wads into my stretched and ruined butt. Oh yeah baby, fill my tight ass...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I moaned as he put his seed where it didnt belong. Faster than I could blink, Darla and Darren switched ends, and I was cleaning Darrens shit-stained dick with my lily white lips as Darla began sucking and soothing my ravaged hole with her tongue. As I tasted my musk from Darrens softening dick and while Darla brought me closer and closer to orgasm with her oral talent, all I could think of was wearing a dick and fucking girls silly. My minds eye was vision upon vision of one girl after another succumbing to my power and masterful skill wielding a big, hard, black dick. I had to have it. I had to find my dick, and Darla would be my practice field. Oh yeah Dar....eat my ass...suck my dirty hole you nasty whore, I let out a long groan and came on my friends face before passing out with visions of dildo fucking her to paradise. Chapter IV Are we gay Annie? my roommate inquired, somehow less sure of herself than when she first suckered me into these insane sex games, I mean it. Do you think were gay for each other? Do you like dick? Yeah, but...you know...the other stuff, she was sounding whiney now. Concerned that eating cum from my cunt or ass was somehow wrong. I had tossed off all my mid-west values by this point; so completely consumed by sex...as often as I could get it...the dirtier, the nastier, the better, So what? What if were dykes? I love your pussy and boobs and ass. Do you want me to stop? No, its not that, but... So, then get over here and eat my pussy, I giggled as I lewdly spread my legs wide and pulled open my cunt. Darla dropped in front of me and began urgently licking my excited hole, Thats it baby. See, youre not gay after all, you just like my cunt, I giggled as my roommate brought me to a quick climax. No Annie, youre wrong...I think I love your cunt, she confessed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, I think I kinda...well...I kinda love you. Oh shit Darla, I said with real surprise. Now it was my turn to be confused about my own sexuality. I thought we were just fuck buddies? My mind was going a mile a minute. What had been just naughty, deviant, sexy fun, seconds before was now a watershed event. Did I care that way for Darla, I pondered as I watched my chubby, dark-haired roommates eyes well-up with tears. She was embarrassed and humiliated that I wasnt responding; only staring at her, unbelieving. Darla was shaking a bit. Her face still slick with my cunt juice as her tears started to flow. Then a voice from somewhere in outer space spoke, Its ok Darla, I think I love you too. Holy shit, who said that? my mind was screaming for me to run, but instead Darla fell into my arms and we kissed. Youre gonna be my best girl, arent you Dar? I whispered to my lover. We both settled down a bit and discussed exactly what our new revelation meant in the grand scheme of this. No, no...I still want to play our other games, we laughed to each other at almost the same time. Whew, I thought, what a relief, cause I sure dont want to give up dick. Well, should we go celebrate? I suggested. Sure, whore we going to blow, Darla laughed. Hmmm, I was thinking about something a little different, I was blushing furiously as I spouted-out my newest kinky desire, lets get a dick for me and a girl for us both to share. I guess we really are gay, huh? We may as well find out, I giggled to my girlfriend. Chapter V I called Darren and made our apologies that Darla and I would not be available all weekend. He was a bit pissed that his regular hos werent available. So what the fuck am I supposed to do all weekend? My dick needs lovin every day, you know that Annie, Darren half whined and half looking for suggestions to relieve his pent-up splooge. I gave Darren a couple suggestions for his weekend, which he seemed to like, And honey, I promise to get the whole thing on video, I promised our number-one fuck toy. Darla and I drove into the city and soon found the sex toy store Darren told us about. The neighborhood was bad, really bad. Pimps and crack-whores, dealers, hustlers, and other petty criminals abounded. Dar and I were both terrified, but simultaneously aroused by the danger; two white girls in this sea of black thugs. Our adventure was just beginning. Where are you and why are you here Darla, I narrated from behind the lens of a video camera, cmon bitch, why are you here! Im in my girlfriends car, parked outside an adult bookstore in a very bad part of the city. Were here to by her a dick so she can fuck me senseless, Darla burst into a fit of giggles and laughs. Some of the passing low-lifes looked on, like caged animals at a zoo, wondering who these tourists were with their expensive video camera. How big do you want your girlfriends dick to be baby? I continued taping and playing the role of interviewer. This big, Dar said, holding her hands about a foot apart, and this fat, she held her fingers in a circle the size of a beer can. I want her to fuck me better than any boy. Do you know youre a nasty slut? I hope so. Darla giggled furiously Show me how excited you are, show me your pussy. Darla lifted her short, denim skirt to reveal her sodden, cotton panties and slick thighs. She crudely pulled the panty gusset to the side and exposed her wet, swollen cunt to the camera, Is this hot enough for you Annie? Look at how wet I am for you, she said with a naughty grin. Darla, you nasty, nasty slut. I hope so, Dar responded this time with a breathless, needy inflection to her voice. We quickly left the car and entered the confines of this palace of unabashed lust and graphic pornography. The place stank of cheap disinfectant and semen; a strangely erotic, sensual smell. I immediately noticed a spaced-out, suicide blonde sitting on a stool by the cash register. She had the far away look of too many drugs and too many fucks. The girl was for all purposes, nude, wearing only a sheer pink baby doll nightie. Crack whore, up close and personal, I thought briefly, but unwilling to let her pathetic lot to bring me off my sexual high. Hi, I said to the painted girl, are you the sales girl? No baby, Im a booth girl, Tiffany, she responded in a slurred, half-conscious voice, Do you wanna watch me jerk-off? Just then, the clerk appeared. He was old and dirty. The man had the appearance of too much booze over a life-time of heavy drinking: muddy eyes, yellow, jaundiced skin, and a total lack of control for the shakes in his battered hands. He tried his best to be the proper host to his suburban guests. He shushed Tiffany away and made excuses for the state of the place. Were undergoing renovations, he lied, Now what can I do for you fine ladies? Thanks, but wed like to have her wait on us, I said, referring to the skinny girl in the see-through nightie. Stuck-up cunts, the alchy uttered as he went back to whatever. Darla was relieved as the old drunk let us be. But, the other customers were all eyes as I asked Tiffany about sex toys, Have you ever fucked a girl? I licked a few gashes, she replied harshly. Well...we want...I mean, were looking for... now I was the one unsure of how to ask the question. I glanced towards a wall display of dildos as I tried to find the words. You want a dildo to fuck her with, Tiffany nodded towards Darla. Yes! I exclaimed. Strap-on, or hand-held? the pale whore said with a detached voice. A strap-on, please, I swear I started to blush, but realized this girl/woman had probably seen it all and done it all. The whacked-out, slutty woman showed us their collection, I like this one because it doesnt slip while youre fucking, she explained some of the finer points of lesbian dildo sex. Also, it has a hole here, she pointed out another feature, so you can strap-on a second dildo that goes up your own cunt while youre fucking...it gets you both off. Darla and I were getting really weirded-out, but strangely turned-on by this whole adventure. The girl bent over to pick up another toy for us to look at, and as she did a large blob of semen leaked out of her ass. Whoops, she gasped; reaching between her legs and catching the sloppy glob of cum before it could drip on the floor. Teddy was a bad boy and didnt wear his raincoat, she smiled as she licked her fingers clean and winked at a large, older, black man who was casually looking at a porno magazine. Darla and I gasped slightly as the girl again wiped her ass with her fingers and held up another glistening blob of cum, Wanna lick? Before I could stop Darla, she leaned forward and licked the girls fingers free of the shit-streaked semen. My girlfriend shook, as what must have been a little, bursting climax coursed through her from the very nastiness of the act she preformed. Her audience was appreciative. All the men in the place watched her be a slut, I loved it, the men with raging boners loved it, and even Tiffany loved it. Theres probably more inside if you want some, Tiffany teased Darla, her demeanor suddenly changing from bored, worn-out whore, to an excited slut. Oh god yes, Darla groaned. Tiffany grabbed Dar by the hand and led her towards a small door labeled Staff Only. Tiffany wiggled her leaking butt in my direction, You coming honey? she knew I was coming...or at least hoped to be cumming shortly. The room was actually a small six-by-six cubicle, the floor heavily padded and with various pillows scattered about. Tiffany immediately placed her hands high on the wall to the right of the door and thrust her ass out towards Dar and me. Get on your knees and kiss my ass baby girl, the young whore instructed my girlfriend before looking at me and suggesting, And why dont you get undressed honey. This whole scene was just too fucking hot. I was out of my top and jeans before you could say, Eat my cunt...bitch. Do you mind if I tape this, I almost begged permission, as I watched Darla start to kiss and lick the soft, alabaster-white cheeks of the whores butt. Tiffany laughed, Let me guess, college girls out doing a little experimenting...maybe a class project...hmm? I blushed a little, Yeah, well...guilty as charged...experimenting. So? Sure honey, tape away, the girl began moaning as Darla circled her tongue and lips closer and closer towards Tiffanys leaking hole. Just make sure you get some good close-ups of the cock snot running out of my asshole, she directed with delightful crudeness. As soon as Tiffany made her disgusting request, the entire wall opposite the door started to rise. Two huge, really huge, black men were revealed through a clear plastic partition. They stood staring at our little dyke-a-thon in the cubicle while stroking their long, fat dicks. Oh shit, I gasped upon seeing our audience, while scurrying to cover-up. Relax baby, they cant get in. They just want to watch the whore was very nonchalant as she picked-up a phone on the wall, and one of the men did the same with a phone on their side of the partition. Hi baby...Un huh...what kind of tip are you going to give me...no, no, nice try but itll need to be more than that...ok, a hundred bucks, Tiffany spoke into the phone. Honey, be a dear and take the money from Teddy and Jerome, she instructed me to grab the cash that the large black buck was pushing through a small hole. Tiffany pushed Darla onto her back, Open wide baby, just let it flow into your mouth, but dont swallow right away, the whore instructed Dar as she squatted over my lovers face. Darla let out a loud moan as one long, slimy, viscous string of jism ran out of the whores swollen, red butthole and went directly into her mouth. I was beside myself with lust; zooming-in to capture the large puddle of cum filling my girlfriends willing cavity. Make sure you get this baby, Tiffany was all business as she flexed her asshole and one last, tan colored blob of goo escaped her butt and coated Darlas face, swallow it all honey, eat Teddys cum like a good girl. My camera was focused tight of Darlas face. Her eyelids fluttered as she closed her mouth and swallowed the filthy mess and moaned with lusty desire for more. She got her wish. Tiffany immediately sat firmly on her face; grinding her open butt and flowing pussy onto my friends eager tongue. Oh yeah baby, eat my ass. Eat my pussy, Tiffanys tone changing from a detached, play-acting whore to excited lover. Darlas groans were muffled by Tiffanys cunt, as the skinny whore bent to lick my roomies fragrant, sloppy cunt. They sixty-nined until both were humping and bucking through one climax after another. The sounds and smells of pussy, butt, cheap whore perfume, and womanly cries of desire filled the tight space. I wanted to frig myself raw as I panned back and forth, and zoomed in and out to capture the passion and release of the whore and the college girl. But, being the lousy cameragirl that I am, I had to keep both hands on the video. Tiffany raised her head briefly, Make sure you get the money shot baby, she gasped, gesturing towards the men masturbating on the other side of the partition. I quickly panned the camera over towards Teddy and Jerome, who were beating their cocks furiously. Jerome went first; aiming his fat dick high on the clear partition and blasting five large squirts of creamy sperm. His love sauce clung heavily to the glass wall and then the goo began slowly, slowly dribbling down, down, down in a slimy white mess. Teddy was only seconds behind, and I could hear his loud groan as his dick turned into a fire hose and bathed the plastic with close to a half pint of his baby seed. Good God, no wonder there was so much cum in Tiffanys butt, I thought in wonder as the camera captured every throb and twitch of that beautiful black dick while it painted the partition an almost opaque white. Tiffany whispered something to Darla, and my friend left the cubicle. I was shocked and about to protest when the whore dropped to her knees in front of me and motioned for me to tape her, Im going to eat your cunt and your friend is going to clean the other side of the booth. Just make sure you get her on tape. I focused on the other side of the booth, where Teddy and Jerome were sitting back on a bench; their pants around their ankles. Darla entered about the same time Tiffanys tongue went up my cunt. Oh fuck, I groaned, trying hard to concentrate on my duties as cameragirl. Teddy grabbed Darla by her dark hair and forced her to her knees in front of the slimy wall. I could see, but couldnt hear what he said to my slut friend, but with a breath, she was cleaning the filthy wall with her tongue and mouth. This was one of the more disgusting, perverse things Id ever witnessed, and one of the most exciting. Darla was in cum heaven as she slurped and sucked all the goo. And then, when there was not much more than saliva and a few remaining streaks of cock juice, she wiped the wet glass with her big, t-shirt covered boobs. Ahhh eat my hole you whore, I demanded of the skinny blonde who was busily munching my pussy, Im cumming...Im cumming. When I panned back over to Darla, she was on her knees between Teddy and Jerome. She sucked one, then the other. She was pumping their dicks like a woman possessed; her face still shiny from Tiffanys juice, and her mouth a slobbering, wet mess. The front of Dars shirt was transparent from using her chest as a cum rag. My slut girlfriend had her eyes rolled back, slobbering over the two large pieces of man meat before her. Tiffany grabbed a strap-on cock from under a pillow and started buckling it onto my hips as I videoed Darla bringing the objects of her black lust back to full hardness. Obviously, her cock sucking talents were fully appreciated by Jerome, as he suddenly stopped skull-fucking her and pulled his slick dick from her stretched mouth. He blasted her face, mouth and hair with a mighty load, and then dick-slapped her sticky face with his softening prick. Cmon and fuck me, Tiffany demanded. She stood and placed her hands on the plastic partition, as Teddy led Darla into a similar position on the other side. I had a bit of trouble trying to hold the camera and get the unfamiliar device jutting from pelvis in action. Here, hold this for a sec, I said, handing Tiffany the camera. I lined-up the fat head of the fake dick with her pussy and began pushing forward. Honey, theres lube under the pillow to your right, Tiffany was telling me not to go in dry. Duh, I thought as I squirted the slippery lube onto my dick, My dick! MY DICK! You have things to learn about fucking Annie...and learn you will. I promised myself as I stood jacking my dick before taking the plunge into this whores cunt. Darla screamed out...actually, more of a very loud, drawn-out, verbal moan, Ohhhhhh Mister...Ohhhhh not there...Mister youre too big for my asshole, she pled. Im sure the whole store and a good portion of the city outside heard her protests. But, as I watched and Tiffany taped, Teddy put his big black dick right up to the hilt in Dars broad white ass. Darlas face was contorted in a grimace of pain, concentration and passion. Her fingers were desperately trying to grasp the smooth plastic of the wall as the tall beast behind her broke new ground inside her willing body. Oh fuck Mister, she wailed again, split my ass open with your big black cock. FUCK MY EIGHTEEN YEAR-OLD ASSHOLE RAW! God, what a slut, I grinned to myself, as I began working my dick into Tiffany. Holy shit, Tiffany exclaimed, she took Teddy up her butt in one go. Not many girls can do that on the first try. Somehow I felt proud of Darla. She was a true slut. My lover was able to take the dick--that if it was an inch, it was a foot--right up her asshole in one long push by the barrel-chested man. Teddy started a slow, inch-by-inch, fuck of my roomys butthole. I did my best to mimic Teddys masterful strokes with my dick inside Tiffany. Thats it baby, nice and smooth...work up to it...yeah...yeah...oh fuck yeah, Tiff was getting into my rhythm, or maybe she was setting the pace for me, a little faster now...yeah, thats it...daddy makes baby feel sooooo good...oh yeah. Tiffany leaned her face towards the scummy plastic wall and she and Darla shared a kiss of sorts, as they each took their fuck. I watched Teddy and tried to keep pace with him. He would shove hard, I shoved hard. He would slap Darlas ass, I slapped Tiffanys ass. He would pull Darlas hair, I pulled Tiffanys hair. He grabbed Darlas hip firmly in his big black hands and pounded, pounded, pounded her, I did the same to my slut. Fuckin white bitch...take my load in your ass, he hollered in a rich baritone voice, loud enough for the entire block to hear. He had his head thrown back, and eyes shut tight, as he hosed Darlas rectum with Teddy cream. Fuckin white bitch...take my load in your cunt, I yelled in my higher-pitched wail, but with veracity equal to my co-fucker. Darla shouted her desire to be used as a whore, YES, YES...fill my white ass with cum. Daddy, daddy...fuck your baby...cummmmming...cummmmmmmmming, Tiffany was into the game too as she creamed my dick in time with Darlas climax. You whore, you nasty fucking whore...cumming all over your daddys prick, I played the game as I collapsed on Tiffs back. Teddy was whispering something to Darla, and she was nodding slowly, agreeing to whatever the large man told her. I picked up the camera and started taping again. I was right to assume our fun was over, when Tiffany handed me my t-shirt and grabbed the camera from me. Get dressed for me honey, she asked politely. I had a hard time not laughing my ass off at the absurdity of this scene. The whore gets turned on by watching women get dressed. I grinned to myself. I removed the harness and dick ever so slowly, and made a show of licking Tiffanys juice from the long black dildo. She seemed to really enjoy this, asking, Does daddy like babys cream? I have to admit, I did. Her cunt flavor was truly delicious. Mmmmmm, I want it from the source though baby. Daddy will have to wait til later because babys pussy is all worn out, she teased me by opening her legs and showing me her pretty, engorged hole. After pulling on my t-shirt, I glanced at Darla and Teddy. Dar was still nodding to whatever Teddy was whispering to her, but now she had a look of fear and uncertainty on her face. Oh dont worry honey, the whore had followed my gaze and was watching the large black man whispering to Darla, hes just turning her out. Hes what? What do you mean, I questioned. I soon found out when another black buck entered Darlas side of the cubicle and whipped-out his dick. Teddy pulled out of Darlas ass and obviously commanded her to suck-off this new player...she did. Like an obedient whore, she dropped to her knees and blew the cock before her. In mere minutes my roommates pretty white face and eager mouth were being hosed-down by another heavy load of man cream. Damn, she must be a really great cocksucker, Sam never cums that quick, Tiffany said as we watched Darla scoop the jism clinging to her cheeks into her hungry mouth. Sam threw two, twenty dollar bills at Darla before leaving. Dar gave one to Teddy and stuffed the other into her bra. Tiffany grinned from ear-to-ear as he watched Darla become another of Teddys bitches. She knew how to suck a dick, thats for sure. Darla blew four more men--three black and one white--after Sam left. Each time, gleefully taking the cum shot in her mouth and splitting the forty bucks with Teddy. Darren was right about her, Tiff startled me a bit as she mentioned my fuck-buddys name. Huh? What? You know Darren? Of course silly, hes Teddys kid. The whore said as we watched Darla lick the semen that had leaked from her asshole off the floor. Son-of-a-bitch set us up, I was angry. But my anger faded quickly as I saw Teddy pimp-slap Darla for a bigger cut of the money she had made as a dick-smoker. Shes a nasty slut, isnt she? Tiffany seemed happy to be part of turning a horny college girl into a paid whore. I smiled at Tiffany, Yeah...Yeah she is a filthy, nasty whore. I began buckling the dildo harness around my hips. What? Again? I told you my pussy was worn out daddy, Tiffany protested my renewed lust. I want your ass bitch. Daddy wants to fuck you in the ass, I growled while lubing the big plastic dick jutting from my loins. My skinny blonde whore seemed impressed by my new aggressiveness. She got down on all fours and arched her skinny butt towards me, Do it hard. Really, really hard. Make me scream daddy. Make me yours. Who was I to deny a whore a nice hard ass-fuck? She wailed as I slammed my dick in her mushy asshole. She screamed as I pounded her butt into the floor. And, she cried out her desire for her daddy to do it harder as she climaxed from my mighty dick in her butthole. I stood and commanded Tiffany to clean my cock, which she did, just as any obedient whore would. I felt the power of penis. I now knew the mindset of a man who possessed the staff of life...the dick of death. I am a goddess...I am a daddy, I thought, as Tiffany looked up at me submissively, I have the power of the penis. Yeah baby, lick Daddys dick, I half sneered at the whore kneeling before me, suck it all nice and clean. My only regret was that I couldnt give this slut--or other girls--the cream. I didnt have cock juice. Tiffany lifted my balls and began licking my clit, as if she understood what I was thinking. Give me your juice Daddy, she begged, before trying to stuff her face into my cunt, give me all your juice...cum on my face daddy. Once again, I couldnt deny my slut. I was having an excellent climax in this whores face as the partition was closing. Darla winked at me while trying to milk another load from another man, as I clutched Tiffanys head in my hands and pulled her tight to my pussy. Suck my cunt you filthy whore, it was my turn to roar, and roar I did, eat my hole bitch...faster, faster...harder, harder. Twenty minutes later Darla and I were driving towards a dyke bar that Tiff told us about. We had a few hundred dollars worth of toys, that Teddy gave to us (turns out he is the owner of the bookstore), Dar still had an ass full of cum, and I was ready to fuck any girl, any time with my new dick. That was so fun, Darla...whore Darla exclaimed. Yeah, it was, but I wasnt content to let the fun end, Why dont you suck my dick while I drive. Darla was my whore now. Teddy told me I would be a great, master pimp, and I intended proving him right. As Darla bobbed her mouth up-and-down on my plastic prick, I thought of how exciting it will be to turn-out other girls. To have them take my dick in whatever way I choose, and then have them go make me my money. Ahhh, the power of the penis, my mind awash in visions of debauchery, sluts and whores. Suck Daddy nice baby, I told my first whore, my lover, my roommate as I stuffed a finger in her cunt, suck me real nice baby and Ill give you a good, hard fuck. Darla moaned. I have the power now...the power of penis.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It's a story of lesbian sex, so if that offends you, or is illegal where you live, or if you're underage where you live, then you must not read it. It is a work of FICTION. Thanks to all who wrote regarding my other stories. Please be sure to e-mail feedback to [email protected] enjoy, Suzy ------------------------------------------------ Getting Fucked by Mary By: Suzy Suburbanite PART IX: Fucking a Virgin Chapter XXXIII We walked hand-in-hand into the warm confines of the bathroom, me leading my lover. As we stood and removed each others robes, I realized that my right hand and arm were thickly coated by my dear lovers essence. So, in a bold, crude gesture I held up my arm and licked from my elbow to the tip of my pinky, So delicious. Ill eat your hot cunt all day long MOMMY, I said, as I harshly emphasized Mommy to my darling love slut. As I fucked Mary, something changed, we were now partners; both of us playing the role of dominant and submissive, interchangeably, as if on cue. OOooohhhh Kate, Mary breathed, as she joined me in licking her musk from the phallus that just raped her willing hole. Its so much easier to see the size of a dykes prick over a mans...isnt it darling, I said in a silly voice, wiggling my fingers and waving the offending arm about. Mary joined me in our revelry as way became playful once again, both of us licking and kissing my arm. And you have a really big one for such a little girl, Mary teased. Just be happy I dont want to fuck you in your ass dear, I jousted with my lover. mmmm, Mary rolled her eyes as she thought of that lovely defilement, Pleeeaaassssee do. I cupped Marys cunt with my left hand and teased, You have a big one too darling, as I dragged her into the shower by her loose, tender cunt lips, maybe next time Ill put it in to my shoulder, I threatened as she swooned her playful, submissive desire. We had a long glorious shower as we giggled and laughed. Soaping each other and gently teasing one anothers bodies. We were happy as two bugs in a rug. I loved this woman completely. I hoped she felt the same, What happens tomorrow Mary? I asked seriously as we stepped from the wet steamy mist. She understood exactly how serious I was, Lets wait until tomorrow darling. She raised a single finger to my lips to quiet my response, as she searched for her own words, I never want this to end Kate...I truly love you Kate, she said, telling me that--much to my delight--she was thinking as I was. This was not to be a weekend affair, but the start of something much more real...much more special...and much more lasting. As she had done with me earlier, now it was my turn to gently sooth my lovers tortured nipples and still gapping vagina. I was amazed at its size, looking as if my darling had just given birth, but thankfully without any blood or physical damage. Does it hurt Mary? I asked as I applied lotion around her swollen, red labia. Yes, but in a good way darling, Mary reassured me that I hadnt truly hurt her, I love the way you fuck, she smiled. At least you didnt pee allover yourself like I did last night, I remarked, somewhat disgusted with myself for peeing all over the bed with Mary and Leah. Mary started to giggle, You didnt pee silly, you ejaculated. You absolutely soaked me. You were marvelous. I looked at Mary like a confused puppy dog, I what? You squirted when you climaxed. Its different than a regular orgasm because you squirt a fluid from your urethra, but its not pee...its girl cum, she continued to educate me on something I thought of as an urban myth. You see, sometimes when your g-spot is rubbed just the right way--Ha, g-spot...Another urban myth, I thought--the rubbing causes your body to produce this lovely fluid, and when you finally climax your contractions cause it to squirt out of you in a waterfall...as a luscious treat for your lover. Or, in last nights case, a wet, drenching treat for both of your lovers. Leah and I absolutely wallowed in your juice before we ate each other to a lovely climax while you were passed out. Then why didnt you ejaculate when I had my hand in you? I was stunned... I squirted my girl cum all over my lovers body, I thought as a warm tingle went up my spine. I cant do it that way. Mary explained, Ive only managed to squirt a few times, and its always with three fingers rubbing my spot. Maybe Christina can show you, as Im positive--if shes had Carolyn for a lover--then she knows the technique. I smiled at my Goddess, Are we going to play today? I asked, already knowing the answer. Mary smiled and winked at me, You bet, but I think that hole is worthless for the next week, she said, pointing to her loose, open cunt that I continued to absentmindedly rub. I let out a sharp, oh, as I quickly pulled my fingers away from Marys pretty, open pussy as if my fingers were touching hot coals, Sorry, I said with a sheepish little smile. We merrily wrapped ourselves into our hotel uniforms of robes and towels and returned to the plush sofa. We spent the next hour cuddling and snuggling in our dyke paradise. My lover gave me the most wonderful and affectionate shoulder rub as we talked about our children and all the follies and foibles of motherhood. My robe was off my shoulders and my darling Mary took great care in letting me feel her soft hands and delicate fingers bring me to another state of woman-induced ecstasy. I did my best to return her tenderness as we reversed positions and chatted about her craft fairs and her work-a-day life that she seemed to get great satisfaction from. Her warm soft skin under my hands was pure heaven, total delight as I rubbed her to slow mewling groans. I want to spend all of my days with you Mary, I whispered across the soft delicate hairs on her neck and into my lovers ear. Mmmmm...tomorrow darling, she whispered back with a moaning sigh, Tomorrow. We cuddled for an hour or so, my darling even let me nurse her long nipples for a bit as she cradled me in her arms, Oh how I wish she was lactating, I thought, so I could drink my darlings motherly milk. We need to get ready for brunch darling, Mary said, rousing me from my lazy nursing. Mmmmmm, I all but whined, Ten more minutes Mommy, and I returned to suckling my lovers long, thick nipple. Chapter XXXIV Mary finished her call to change the room service for our brunch. What are we having...Im absolutely ravenous, I playfully growled, as Mary looked at me with a naughty glint in her eye, For fooood, you horny woman...for food. Mimosas, poached eggs, huckleberry pancakes, veal sausage, marinated flank steak, smoked blue crab claws with Churasco dipping sauce, ten lettuce salad with olive chutney, and for dessert, more wet pussy than you can shake a stick at, Mary made my mouth water with her description of dessert...and the crab claws didnt sound half bad either. Youre such a slut, I laughed at my dangerous lover. Takes one to know one, she teased back. The ideals of fun fucking vs. emotional love making with Mary were becoming much clearer to me. My husband and I never fucked for fun; it was his version of making love. He was always too serious, too self important to have genuinely uninhibited fun. With Mary and me alone, sex had that same seriousness, but so much more intense and validating. And, there was always a happy element of playfulness and unrepentant joy with our desire for one another. When we were together in these little groups, well, we all became mere objects of unrestrained lust, desire, silliness, happiness, adventurousness, and plain old fun. Not to mention a bunch of mighty sore and satisfied pussies, I giggled to myself. Mary led me back to the bathroom and dried and styled my hair into pigtails and applied make-up that was sufficiently sluttish, Wait right there baby, she returned carrying my outfit for the day. When she finished dressing me I looked so sizzling hot and such a slut that my little treasure was already starting to lubricate. Mommy, Ill need panties or I may have very wet thighs in a few seconds, I pleaded as I looked at the slut of the day (me) in the mirror: a baby pink organdy and lace skirt that was very sheer and very short, with and elastic waist band for quick and easy removal; a white stretch tube top with two little holes that caused my nipples the be pressed through and completely expose my intimate jewelry along with my excited nubbins, while providing an onlooker with an unobstructed, transparent view of the natural curve of my breasts; white, ruffled ankle socks with small pink hearts embroidered around the cuff; a delicate gold ankle chain with two small heart charms attached, one charm with the initial K and the other with the initial M; white patent pumps with 4 inch heels; my hair tied into pigtails with pretty, pink satin ribbons; and too much blue eye shadow, hot pink lipstick , and bright pink blush. You harlot Kate...no, Katie. You wonderful, horny, little dyke harlot. I thought as I stared at the scandalous vision my mommy made me into. I was dressed for girl sex today, nobody could ever doubt that. Whoops, forgot something, Mary bounced out and back in to the room, Close your eyes baby girl. I heard something being sprayed. Then smelled the aroma of the perfume Mary sprayed over my head, That smell is so familiar, but so distant, I wondered. What is that Mary, I asked. What every naughty little girl should wear darling, Loves Baby Soft, She giggled. I held my eyes closed and drifted back to 1975 when I was 15 years old and Loves was the one and only scent suburban teenaged girls wore. How I wish I had this wicked, sexual, lesbian mind of mine back then, I shuddered at the thought of me as a ravenous teenage lesbian seducing my girlfriends and the occasional mature woman on the street. What was their motto, I searched my brain...remember...remember, 1975, Oh yeah, I remember, Because innocence is sexier than you think, how appropriate, I laughed to myself at what a truly remarkable, sexually creative mind Mary possesses. Keep your eyes closed baby, Mary said as she started to apply something else to my lips that felt thick and slippery and I smelled watermelon, Now dont go licking your lips Katie. I opened my eyes and looked at Mary who was staring at me adoringly, One more thing little Katie, she said as she attached a gold chain that hung loosely across my bust and connected to each of my baby nipple stretchers, There. You are a perfect naughty little girl Katie. I stared at myself approvingly in the mirror, I want to be my Mommys perfect little girl, I sighed to Mary. Yes, I thought as my last vestige of will and self-control left my emotional being, Yes I want to always be Marys perfect little girl. Anything thing my darling wants or needs I will gladly, happily provide it to her. Any whim or desire; my lust had no boundaries or limits on this, or any day with this woman, my lover, my mommy, my Mary. My heels clicked sharply on the marble floor of the bathroom as Mary led me back towards the sofa. She was still in her robe and towel as my dear lover instructed me to answer the door dressed exactly as I was if it was Shelby and her girls, as Mary put it, and if it was room service it would be my decision to cover-up or not. Im going to get dressed now darling, so be good and dont you dare clean that lovely sauce from your thighs, Mary said with a wicked, wicked grin, Oh, and Katie, address me properly when our company arrives. Mary is much too familiar a phase for a little girl to call her mommy. Yes Maam, I responded meekly as I averted my eyes towards my feet and played my role by alternately kicking the toe of my shoes into the carpet, I promise Ill be a good little girl mommy. I doubt that, just because youre so naughty all the time, Mary said as we established our play roles for the day, I doubt it very much, because youre such a naughty, naughty girl Katie, she scolded me as she handed me a tube of some thing. Theres a little condom pocket in your skirt that you wont be using dear, put that in there, Mary said. I looked in my hand and there was a tube of Bonne Bell, Watermelon Lip Smacker, goodness, it just may be 1975, I thought. Mary grabbed the three shopping bags from our Friday evening adventure as well as her big dick and the enema toys and headed into the bathroom and shut the door. A moment later she popped her head out, And Katie, be polite and respectful to Shelby when she arrives...ok? Yes Maam. I answered obediently. Now sit and relax a bit dearest, Mary ordered. I cant Mommy or Ill stain my skirt, I whined. Youre right. Then just wait by the door for Miss Shelby and her little girls, My mommy instructed me in a somewhat annoyed tone, And slut, dont you dare touch yourself while you wait, she commanded. Yes Maam, I said as she was reading my mind. God, how deeply I loved Mary, I thought, what an amazing partner she will be for me...for us. Chapter XXXV About five minutes later there was a knock at the door. I quickly looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if I could actually open the door dressed as I was, Theyve already seen me nude, I rationalized, what the heck. I looked through the peep hole and there was Shelby and Chrissy and Maddi. I opened the door, standing in front of these lovely sexually charged women in my scandalous little girl attire, Hello Shelby, so nice to see you. Wont you and your girls please come in, I said in my most respectful and humble voice. I was about to die from the humiliation of addressing my friends Shelby and Christina as if I were a young child. Shell was dressed magnificently. Her hair was piled high atop her head, and she wore a stunning black gown that showed plenty of leg, the broad expanse of her back and shoulders, and plenty of cleavage. A classic string of pearls adorned her delicate neck, and glamorous diamond-cluster earrings made her face sparkle with light. Her statuesque presence was made even more imposing by the very, very high black pumps on her feet. Arent you just adorable darling, Shell said as she lightly kissed my lips, and you taste like candy, how sweet. Chrissy and Maddi followed close behind, Hi Katie, Chrissy said in a happy, flirtatious voice, This is my baby sister Maddi. Maddi, Katie. Katie, Maddi, Christina introduced us as we also kissed lightly, Mmm...yummy, is it Watermelon? Chrissy asked as she kissed me with just a bit of tongue. Yeah, is yours Bubblegum? I asked as we simultaneously pulled out similar tubes of the Jr. High girls favorite lip gloss. We both looked at Maddi who was shaking as she showed us her flavor...Cherry...of course. Maddi looked positively juvenile which made me wonder if this girl was old enough to be part of our games. Both she and Chrissy wore pink vinyl raincoats over their costumes for our lusty play. Chrissy. Maddi. May I take your coats, I asked politely. Chrissy and Maddi were dressed in almost identical outfits. Chrissy wore black heels; white, thigh-high stockings that ended a couple inches short of her plaid schoolgirl skirt; a sheer white, cotton tank halter with I Suck Cunt On the First Date emblazoned across the front in appliqud rhinestones, her erect nipples and beautify shaped breasts were clearly visible; and her face heavily made up, much like mine; and her dark hair in pigtails, much like mine. Maddi wore a similar outfit but the phrase on her halter read, I Like IT in My Bum and although her nipples made hard little raisins appear on the garment, but there was no breast to speak of...the little darling was almost completely flat chested. Her long flaxen hair was pulled into an off-center pony tail, ala 1983, and secured in-place by an elastic band with three transparent red plastic balls, making it look like a little bunch of cherries on top of her head, How lovely, I grinned at the recently deflowered young woman. Darling young Maddi appeared to be completely humiliated and submissive; constantly avoiding any eye contact with me. However, when addressed by Shelby or Chrissy she positively glowed with adoration for the women that gave to her, her womanhood and possibly more physical and emotional pleasure than she has ever known. Sit on the couch girls and play kissy face, Shell ordered, and Chrissy and Maddi immediately took well postured positions next to each other on our sofa and started kissing each other around the ears and neck. Shelby dropped the bag she was carrying near the bed and grinned as she noticed the wet state of the bed. I approached Shell, Shelby, I need to break out of our game for a moment, I said with a concerned and serious voice, How old is Maddi? We held hands and looked each other in the eye, Dont worry Kate, shes 18. I had Chris call a police officer friend of hers last night to verify the information on her drivers license. Shes beautiful though, dont you think? Frankly, I couldnt believe it when she showed up at our door last night, and her total submission...Im still pinching myself over this lovely find. Youll have to tell me about last night sometime. She is very pretty darling, Im happy for you and Chrissy, I told my friend. Dont worry dear, you will get to hear all about it, and you may even get to fuck her today, Shell was presenting new, exciting possibilities to me, Now, where is your Mommy darling. I quickly got back into my role, Shes in there Maam, I said while pointing towards the closed bathroom door. Shelby knocked at the bathroom door, Mary darling, its Shell. May I come in? Shelby joined my Mary in the bathroom. Chrissy motioned for me to join her and Maddi and scooted over to make room for me between them. As I approached, I noticed that both women wore white satin panties under their plaid schoolgirl skirts. Chrissy was in the same aroused state I was in, as her thighs showed the shinny slick wetness on her thighs that the panties couldnt contain. Maddi was also wet with desire, but the crotch of her panties was lightly spotted with evidence of her recent Cherry popping. I joined the girls and they immediately started to give me soft little kisses all around the nape of my neck and my ears. I just leaned back and let these horny vixens have there way with me. Shelby came out of the bathroom and looked at the scene before her. She smiled approvingly but cautioned, Nothing but kissy face girls, as she picked up the phone and made a call, Yes, immediately, and dear have them bring at least thirty towels please. Yes. Thank you. Shell repositioned one of the large chairs so she could watch the show the three of us girls were putting on. Although Shelby had said, nothing but kissing, both Chrissy and Maddi had a hand on my inner thighs and were playing their fingertips lightly through my slick juice that coated them. These women were driving me insane with lust as my exposed pussy lubricated more and more. Maddi, come to Mommy dear, Shelby commanded the skinny young woman. Maddi immediately broke away from our little tryst and went to sit on Shells broad lap. Chrissy pulled me up to look at the vision of little Maddi being cradled in Shelbys strong, goddess arms and was presented with one of Shells large breasts, unencumbered by any jewelry. Cmon baby, come have some of Mommys milk, Shell said to her newest little girl. Chrissy and I watched with rapt fascination as Maddi nuzzled the large nipple with her nose--eliciting a few drops of white mothers milk from Shelbys tit--and then capture the rubbery teat in her innocent lips and begin to suckled like a baby. The little darling rested her body into her lovers warm embrace as she closed her eyes and nursed the warm milk from her new Mommys breast. Oh god, I whispered to Christina, is Shelby lactating? For about a year now, it just started one day while I was doing that, She referred to Maddis suckling, Arent they just so beautiful together. The answer was obvious as I watched Shelby rock her little darling in her arms and softly hum lullabies and gently stroke the face of her young submissive lover, Oh...Oh, I panted as my pussy gushed forth even more of my sticky essence. Wanna make out? Chrissy asked. We fell into wet lusty kisses; our mouths ripe with a desire for a tastier treat. There was a knock at the door, Housekeeping. Shelby stood Maddi from her lap and placed her big boob back into her dress. Her milk flow staining the front, but it was so sexy to watch her answer the knock without the slightest hesitation or embarrassment. Yes dear. Right in here, Shelby instructed the twenty-something Latina girl, in her grey housekeepers uniform, Just the bed and the towels dear, and you may leave the towels on the dresser. Ok? Jes Maam, was the pretty young womans wide eyed response as she soaked in the sights and smells of our den of lesbian depravity. Chris and I broke our embrace to observe the maid gather the wet sheets and all the wet bedclothes from the bed. And to our surprise, raise them to her face to inhale the wetness when she thought no one was looking. We looked at each other and giggled as we witnessed the girl shudder slightly as she carried the soiled bed linens out the door. Maam, I be right back hok, She asked Shelbys permission while staring at the bold message written in sparkling rhinestones across Maddis bust. Fine dear, but be quick, Shelby was such a nasty-minded woman. She could easily see how shocked the poor thing was from her encountering a Sunday afternoon dyke-a-thon. The pretty maid bolted out the door. Must still be a Catholic, I giggled, and Shell and Christina joined in my revelry with the reaction to the maids embarrassment. Shelby chuckled as she returned to her chair and drew Maddi back to her lap and to her tit, Im still in recovery. Hey, us Jewish girls have all the fun, none of the guilt...but all of the eternal damnation, Chrissy giggled. Maddi was oblivious to the cynical ramblings of her more mature companions as she eagerly returned to Shelbys long, leaking nipple. She seemed completely at peace with the world as she nursed from her dominant Mommys breast. Another knock at our door, Housekeeping. Come in dear, Shelby called out. The pretty maid entered the room and her eyes almost popped from her head as she witnesses Maddi nursing from Shelbys huge tit. The poor darling did her best to place the new bed linens on the bed, but she kept glancing at our pairings with a look of lust and terror. Youre such a pretty girl dear, Chrissy sounded predatory as she addressed the nervous woman, Whats your name honey? Lena Maam, was the shy reply from the girl with the coffee-and-cream colored skin. Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl, Christina said while looking at me with an evil little grin, tell me dear, have you ever made love to a woman, Chrissy and I both started to giggle as we watched the nervous young woman squirm and squeeze her thighs together. Girls, that will be enough, Shelby scolded us. Lena dear, please excuse my rude little girls. They havent eaten any cunt in well over an hour and they start to get a bit rude without the wonderful musky flavor of a woman on their tongues. Jes Maam, the poor girl stuttered, I jus feenish now, she said as she ran to get our towels. Room service, came a call from the open door. Katie, be a dear and have them set-up over here. Chrissy, you help as there should be a leaf for the table, Shelby ordered. With all modesty flung far aside, I stood and directed the woman (Who could have been Leahs older sister with her sturdy build and short-short brown hair) where to lay our feast. Chrissy and I brought the extra table leaf in from the hallway and helped the room service girl position it into the table. Lena returned carrying a large stack of towels...it was then my Mary made her entrance. Shelby, Mary exclaimed with her best Auntie Mame flair, I so happy you and your girls could join us for brunch. All eyes were on my lover. She was sex personified...a goddess of passion and lust, ready to provoke her sexual will on any woman within reach. My darling wore: a sheer black lace gown with spaghetti shoulder straps, with sheer lace cups that exposed her excited nipples, a single clasp between her breasts held the garment in-place and allowed the lower portions of the gown to fall away in an inverted V to lay bare her midriff, hips and long legs; satiny, black French-cut panties that accentuated her womanly hips and so tight as to make the cleft of her cunt visible to all; sheer and sexy, silk thigh-high stockings to present the flawless female lines of her legs; patent leather pumps with heels so high that I wondered how she could walk; and silky, long black gloves that rose to the middle of her biceps. She accessorized her look with a black choker, studded with rhinestones; simple diamond stud earrings; and a delicate gold waist chain that mirrored my anklet with two small heart charms dangling towards her pubis. There were a couple gasps (from the hotel employees) and expressions of glee and envy from the remainder of our lusty little group on seeing my Mommy in all her Goddess splendor. Mary waved for me to be by her side, and I eagerly responded. My darling lover wrapped her arm around my waist as Shell raised Maddi from her lap and hefted her big boob back into her dress. I smelled Marys perfume of cunt and Joy; it was a wonderful blend of sexy aromas that made me swoon with desire. Shelby had Chrissy join her and Maddi while the room service girl stood rigid and the innocent Lena stared embarrassedly at my lovely Mommy. Mary, Shell broke our trance, This is my new little girl Madeline, Maddi as Chrissy and I call her, Shell presented her young waif to my Mommy. Mary stepped forward and held the girls upper arms, Its lovely to meet you dear, Ive heard so many lovely things about you, and Mary bent to kiss the trembling girl lightly on the lips. Shelby prodded her young charge to respond with a nudge of her elbow, Y-yes, Miss Mary, its very nice to meet you to, the girl stuttered, trying to disguise her lusty desires of what was surely to come. Mary thanked the hotel staff for their discreet service and shushed them out the door. But, before Lena was out the door, Mary whispered something to the lovely Latina that made the poor girl falter in her gait. My lover patted the maids bottom and closed the door behind her. Shall we dine ladies, Mary directed us towards our feast. I was torn between so much unabashed lust for pussy and my need for food, but my hunger for food ruled the day. Chapter XXXVI We had a lovely meal on that bright, sunny Sunday. The crab claws seemed to be the biggest hit with our original foursome, but dear Maddi was having problems keeping up with our foolish gossip and our, sometimes harsh, vocabulary. You could see that she was completely infatuated with Shelby and Christina, but unsure of how, or what, to do with either Mary or me. The poor darling, I thought of my daughters--only a few years younger than Madeline--what if they were to encounter a much more experienced lover as their first? What would they need to cope, learn and enjoy when their time came? I moved closer to Maddi, and without saying a word, took hold of her pale, delicate hand in mine, and just held it firmly, but tenderly. She weakly smiled at me as our troupe of deviants bantered about sex and other dykes and work and husbands. I sat silently with this frail darling girl and held her hand. I noticed that Chrissy was gently rubbing Maddis back as well, as a means of reassurance. Maddi dear, what compelled you to visit Miss Shelby and Chrissy last night, Mary demanded of the young waif. Its alright honey, tell Miss Mary and Katie all about why you want to be my little girl, Shelby instructed her young charge to answer. After a few hesitant and embarrassed stops and starts tiny Maddi told her tale of being raised in an ultra-religious, Pentecostal family. Of her fourth grade teacher who would hold the young girl to her large, matronly frame and comfort her and make her feel protected and warm and safe from the perils of childhood, She was the mother I never had. My mother was always talking about hell and damnation and if we werent good Christians that we would all go to hell. Mrs. Crutchfield always listed to what I said and she would hold me and sing to me during recess. I loved her so much and wanted her to be my mother. Maddi told of her experience in high school; of how her mother caught her the first and only time she ever tried masturbating and subsequently spent the next three months undergoing church counseling about how evil sex and sexual gratification is. And that sex for any reason other than procreation would lead to eternal damnation. She told us of secretly sneaking to her one and only friends home to watch TV where they spent hours watching reruns of Buffy and Xena, where little Maddi rekindled her feelings to be cared for by a mature, strong willed, yet kindhearted woman. She told us of the two dates she went on with boys in school and how stupid and unexciting they were. And of how she spent most of her time buried in her school work to get her straight As and acceptance to whatever college that would get her away from home. The dear told of how she almost melted when she saw Shelby yesterday afternoon, and when Shelby made her crude proposition she almost fainted...she had found her Mrs. Crutchfield, her Buffy, her Xena. I was so excited and so nervous when I went home after work that I didnt know what to do. I called my best friend Sarah and she agreed to say I was sleeping over at her house. I asked my mom and she gave me a lecture about how evil the world is and that there better not be any boys and that I was not to watch television or go on the internet...but she finally allowed me to go only after she called and spoke with Sarahs mother. I said ok and called Sarah and asked if she thought her mom might go along. Sara laughed at me, My Mom, heck yeah, she giggled. My mother spoke with Sarahs mother and I was all set. The only thing was I was so nervous that I didnt know if I could really do it. I did. And when Shelby answered the door wearing only a white bra and sexy white panties I melted again. Yes, you shouldve seen her face, Shelby took over the narrative after telling Chrissy to get her purse, She is such an angelic little darling, but I knew this was too good to be true. I asked her how old she was and she said she turned 18 two days prior...I had my doubts and asked to see her drivers license and made a call to verify it. Chrissy was tied facedown on the bed with her butt in the air and a large, inflatable, vibrating butt plug in her ass. Dear Madeline stared at Chrissys predicament as I made the phone call to a police officer friend while Maddi became more and more excited watching Chrissy squirm and moan through her panties, which I had stuffed in her mouth to muffle her screams. Maddi told of how gentle Shell was in feeding her mothers milk from her heavy breasts on the sofa. And how she was introduced to Chrissy as Your new little sister as Shelby pushed her face into Chrissys wet pussy and she learned to lick a girl to climax. Of how terrified she was with her new Mommy towering above her, Mommys big dick ready to tear through her maidenhead and make her a woman. She cried so beautifully as she became a woman, Shelby interjected as she lovingly reached out to stroke Maddis arm. Shell produced two neatly folded handkerchiefs from her purse: one with light water staining, and the other with dried reddish-brown streaks, My darlings virgin tears and her sweet virgin blood, she explained that she was going to have them preserved. Just amazing darling, Mary exclaimed her arousal to Shelby, What was the best part darling? Mary addressed Maddi. Learning about sex and becoming a woman were beautiful. And I had my very first cum, and lots more after the first. But the best is when my Mommy holds me and feeds me her milk, and when she and Chrissy both held me close while we slept. That is the very best, young Maddi expressed her deep need for affection and warmth as she was introduced to the ways women love one another. Shelby reached her hands across the table and gently held Maddis delicate pale hands in hers, Maddi will start work in my office on Tuesday afternoon as my new summer intern; wont you darling? I was a bit stunned and chocked a bit on my third Mimosa, Shell!! Chrissy, Shelby, Mary and even Madeline starting to giggle a bit at my response to Shelbys brazen misuse of our corporate internship program. Shes a 4.o student and eager to learn, Shelby said with a wicked glint in her eye and a sly little smile, and she follows orders oh so well. Besides, Christina cant always drain these babies every day and Maddi will be there to help, she said while cupping her large breasts. That and I just want to make my little baby happy and confident. I want to help her to grow into a woman of emotional maturity...just not too fast, Shelby winked at me. Mary shifted the conversation to the fact that Shelby is lactating, Were you pregnant? No, but believe me thats what I feared when it first happened, Shell explained, But I thought how could I be because my husband hadnt made love to me for months. Shelby explained while Chrissy blushed, Chrissy had this need to nurse on me every day for an hour or so. It was a bit over a year ago, we would lock my office door at lunch and she would sit in my lap and just suck and suck and suck...it was very nonsexual. After the third day I started wearing one of my old nursing bras to make things easier. How long is this going to last dear? I asked her and she said she really wanted this right then and couldnt explain it, she just wanted my warmth. At the start of the second week I noticed that my areolas and nipples were starting to thicken and my nipples were more elongated and immediately responsive to Christinas mouth. At the end of the third week, on Friday, Chrissy started to moan loudly as she nursed from my breast, Youre lactating Mommy, and she went on to drain both my tits of my milk that day and almost every day since. It was a bit frightening until I went to my gynecologist and she explained the hormonal mechanics, the physical acts, and emotional state I would have to be in to have this happen without pregnancy. If you want it to stop, then just have whoever is nursing from you stop for a few weeks. Your hormones should return to normal and you will stop lactating, my doctor didnt full appreciate my circumstances. What if I want it to never stop Julie? I asked my dear doctor friend. Then make sure you drain them every day--sometimes two to five times per day, use a breast pump if need be--and keep feeling motherly towards the party nursing from you, She said with a grin. And every day Chrissy, and now little Maddi, have drained my milk from my breasts and I do love it so. I feel so much closer as a Mommy to my girls that I can feed them my warm affection in this uniquely motherly way. Mary and I stared at each other; the same thought of Mary lactating to feed me, her little girl, with her warm mothers milk coursing through our heads. I tingled at the vision of nursing gently from my darling lover every night before we went to sleep together. Chapter XXXVII Maddi leaned towards Chrissy and whispered something in her ear. Chrissy listened and nodded her head a few times. Ask her baby sister, Chrissy said in a voice loud enough to stop all conversation at our sated table. Mommy, tender Maddi addressed Shelby, may Katie and I practice kissing? I was a bit shocked. This little darling was horny for me. Me, dressed as my pink teenage persona, as slut Katie, rather than mother of two, 42 year old Kate, she wanted to play sexy games with me. Please Mommy, Maddi begged. Alright dear, but only if Katies Mommy says its ok, Shell looked at Mary, and Mary smiled a broad satisfied smile. Katie, do you want to play with Maddi while us Mommies talk? she questioned in a condescending, lusty tone. I looked at young Maddi who was squirming in her seat, Yes Maam. Id like that very much, I said, stunning myself by my response. Fun fucking, I reasoned, but could I really do this? She is so small and frail she cant be more than 410 tall and might way 90Lbs. soaking wet. Oh what the fuck Chrissy, why dont you join your little sister and Katie, Shelby told Christina. The three of us little girls went to the sofa and began our afternoon of lovely sex games. You cant imagine the honor I felt as Shelby and Mary allowed me to eat Maddis lovely pussy. Maddi leaned back into Chrissys arms as I knelt on the thick carpet before the young woman. Her skin was like the finest translucent white jade. Not a blemish to be found anywhere I looked. Small blue veins were visible on her soft, delicate thighs and it seemed a she flushed red with desire from head-to-toe as I gently touched her ankle the first time. Maddi gave small whimpering moans, mm...mm...mm... as I slowly opened her legs and began gently rubbing and kissing from her calves to her upper thighs. I gave the girl soft, light kisses with my glossy, pink lips. I could smell her heavenly aroma wafting through the humid room as my mouth came closer and closer to her center. I brushed my lips over her pantied pussy, but didnt put any pressure on my true desire. After loving her legs and feet with my mouth, I reached to the waistband of her panties and slowly--inch-by-inch--peeled the sodden garment from her narrow hips. Sitting back on my haunches, I inspected the girls slick panties, and noticed the lovely streaks of her lost virginity. With a sudden wicked thought, I reached up and placed the pussy-laced garment into my mouth, tasting the dear young woman, and eliciting a groan from Chrissy, Shelby and Mary as they witnessed my unabashed lust for the girl. I looked on Maddis furry treasure, no scissors or razor had ever been near her pretty little pussy. Her pubic hair was lush, thick, innocent, untamed and wild. Her bush was translucent like her skin, the pelt soft as mink and wet with her yearning for my touch. The dear girls vulva was red and swollen from her deflowering. Her pussy flowed excitement along with a few streaky stains of blood from her unhealed hole as I explored the delicate treasure of her recently discovered womanhood. I pushed Maddis soft, tender legs back towards her flat chest; inspecting her beautiful hole. My eyes were drawn to her once innocent bottom. I gasped slightly when I saw her bruised, swollen, battered asshole. The poor dear must have screamed loudly as Shelby took that opening for her pleasure. Oh you poor little baby, I softly whispered to Maddi as I bent to kiss and lick her distended, swollen, blue, little pucker. ah...ah, she whimpered as my tongue soothed her young bottom, oh Katie...oh Katie. My ministrations shifted from Maddis narrow young bottom to her luscious pussy. Now it was my turn to moan and whimper as I tasted her virgin blood and delicate, sweet pussy cream. Whatever aversion I had to engaging this young woman in sex were now gone. I relished her cunt. I wanted her to feel all the wonderful things Ive felt over the past few days. I wish this was my first time, I thought. How lovely was this sometimes gentle, sometimes brutal deflowering of tender, innocent, young Maddi? Maddi surprised me when she climaxed. Her pussy opened and throbbed and pulsed thick, fragrant cream into my mouth. The girls pussy flavor was much different than that of the other women I tasted over the past days. Darling little Maddi had the flavor of raw animal; salty, musky, wild and heady. Her cream was exactly that, cream, thick and sticky and viscous. She coated my tongue and my lips with her lovely orgasm. This is it, I realized, This is the very essence of life and love. Whether from my Mary or from Jean, or young Madeline; this juice, this cream, this saucy lust that only a woman can make is my new life force, my sustaining nectar. Shelby was so very right, this dear girl cried beautifully. This wasnt the shameful, guilt-releasing cry that my mommy gave when I fisted her; this was a gentle, happy, sob of delight and awakening. I captured Maddis thick essence and virginal blood on my fingers. Chrissy and Maddi watched as I made a show of slowly licking my fingers clean. Maddi shuddered again as she soaked in my lusty actions. Ohhhhhhhhh...Katieeeeeeeeee, She moaned to me as she grasped Chrissys hand tightly. The darling young woman seemed to roll from one wave of climax to another as I repeatedly put my fingers inside her tight pussy and made a crude, but loving display of licking my soiled digits. I heard Mary and Shelby moaning their delight with our lust filled games. Chrissy was ablaze with desire as she placed dark hickeys all over Maddis neck. Oh Katie...please...please...fuck me, little Maddi cried her desire. I did just that. I fucked this darling young woman. I fucked a virgin. ----End Part IX of GFBM----- And who says suburbia is a cultural wasteland. [email protected] Copyright 2002 Anonymous, Arlington VA USA __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Autos - Get free new car price quotes http://autos.yahoo.com

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It's a story of lesbian sex, so if that offends you, or is illegal where you live, or if you're underage where you live, then you must not read it. It is a work of FICTION. Thanks to all who wrote regarding my other stories. Please be sure to e-mail feedback to [email protected] enjoy, Suzy ------------------------------------------------ Getting Fucked by Mary By: Suzy Suburbanite Part VI: Girls Day Out Chapter XVIII I heard something squeaky. Thats what woke me from the most glorious nights sleep Ive had in years, even before the girls were born, years and years. But the squeaking noise woke me. Mary was out of bed and she was speaking quietly to the hotel employee who had wheeled the offending cart into our room. I rolled onto my side to look at the pair as Mary was signing the check for whatever was being delivered...I assumed breakfast, as I caught wafts of maple and ham in the air. The girl that delivered the food, and she couldnt have been more than 20 or so, was staring at me, but I was much to content to care who saw me in my lovers bed. I was a happy little camper and a happy little slut for my Mommy to boot. Mary caught the far away gaze of the young room service hostess and flirted, dear, if you dont leave now, you may be eaten instead of the food. How wonderfully crude, I thought as I rolled over; exposing my bare breasts to our young guest. Mmmmmm, yes dear, bring her here, Ill eat her until she cries for mercy and signs over her checking account, I said in a teasing, but sleepy voice. The poor girl all but bolted from our room. First you flash her, and then you want to take her money? Mary scolded me, tch, tch, tch, tch what am I to do with you Kate, my darling lover said while dropping her robe and crawling back into bed with me. We kissed, morning breath and all, we kissed quietly and tenderly. Mary hugged me close to her. I am getting use to this very quickly Mary, I said, feeling her soft, warm body against me. So am I darling. So am I, Mary sighed. Well my little slut girl...breakfast is served, my Mary jumped-up on the bed, shaking me awake and giving me a firm swat on my bottom, Up and Atom you naughty dyke, she bellowed in her imitation of an army drill sergeant. I laughed and said, no fair, but she dragged me from the warm confines of the bed into a soft robe and fed me what I can only describe as a robust breakfast: pink grapefruit juice, two poached eggs covered with Vermont Cheddar over a bed of perfectly crisp hash browns, three thick slices of apple-maple bacon, wheat toast, and finished-off with a narrow wedge of honeydew melon draped by a paper-thin slice of Serrano ham. All this and a stunning, sunny Saturday morning view of the river, the city beyond, and hot steamy coffee to help make sense of it all. Mary and I talked about the previous evening during breakfast, what my emotional state was, what I liked, what I did not like and where my mind was today. I was so happy to be where I was on this sunny day...mind and body. My mind was buried in her cunt! Mary, youve made me very happy, I said, and very aware of where I want to go with you. You are opening a whole new world to me. Youre showing me desires I never dreamed that I could have. She just smiled. Oh, that million dollar smile. Mary, I love you! And I love Kate. Its a bit after nine, and if were going to be ready for Shelby and Chrissy we need to get going, Mary tried to motivate me, but all I wanted was to go back to bed with her, to feel her naked body against me. Where are we going, I asked. Were getting manicures and getting your little pussy waxed, and lunch, and maybe...if youre good...well stop by and get your boobies done, my trusted mentor said. My boobies done? I questioned hesitantly. Yes dear, get little trainer rings in your nipples. Would that excite you? I could only imagine, but after last night and the way Mary showed me pleasure from my breasts that I hadnt know in decades, I was ready to try. I was turning my will over to my Mommy. Yes Mommy, having my little nipples done will excite me, I said, getting back into my little girl role. All I could picture were Shelbys obscenely distended nipples inside of those cages she wore last night. Yes, it was very exciting, I thought. In to the shower with you, Mary said with the gallant flair of an English King, and off I went. Ill lay out your outfit on the bed darling, Mary shouted. Ok Mary. I said as I closed the door and used the facilities. Somehow it now felt strange not to have Mary here watching. Mary stepped into the shower with me just as I was finishing. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and chased me out, no fooling around Kate...go get ready now. Oh, and darling, no need for heavy make-up; were just four girlfriends out for a Saturday of errands and girly stuff. Ok? Ok Maam, I was so happy that I took the risk yesterday. I was just so happy with Mary. I took a few minutes to slightly dry my hair and dabbed-on some lipstick and a bit of blush. Mary was finishing her shower, and I hurriedly popped my hair into a ponytail and shuffled out of the bathroom as Mary stepped out of the shower. I saw her in the mirror watching my naked bum as I left the room, so I pushed out my rear-end and gave it a little shake, Little girls who tease like that usually end-up getting fucked dear, Mary shouted after me. I stuck my head back in the bathroom, and watched as Mary finished drying herself, Promise? I continued my tease. You naughty slut, she said as she dropped her towel and ran after me into the bedroom. My lover caught me after a brief chase and pushed me back on the bed as we wrestled, and tickled and giggled and laughed. Mary sat on my thighs and tickled my tummy and I screamed and laughed and begged her to stop, Please, please, please...I cant take it anymore. Sitting-up, still trapping my legs under her naked body, Mary asked, Do you love your Mommy? in a mischievous voice; hands poised to start tickling again. Oh yes I love my new Mommy, I playfully responded and returned her question, Do you love your Katie? I asked, somewhat cautiously. Oh yes, I love my Katie very much, she said as she bent to kiss and hug me. I knew in was probably just infatuation, but I didnt care. I wanted my woman to possess me. How beautiful, I thought, my woman. It sounds so right. Darn it, Mary exclaimed, sitting up on my thighs, look at the time. We need to get ready. And, no more teasing or Ill have to spank you. With a sly little grin on my face, I teased, Promise, Mommy? Oh you just wait deary, youll get yours, she warned as she happily jumped off the bed and skipped in to bathroom. Mary laid out a yellow sun dress; a strapless, white demi-cup bra; a pair of sexy white panties; and--thank goodness--a pair of flat white sandals. Everything fit to a tee, Wow, I look great, I thought while looking at the new me, the lesbian me, in the mirror, What a great day to be alive...and to be a dyke, I chuckled to myself. Chapter IXX I answered the knock at the door, Hi Shell, hi Chris! Cmon in, I invited my two friends into our room. Marys still getting ready. She should be out in a minute. Wow, Shelbys form was just as amazing today as last night. I had never noticed how large her breasts were during the years Ive known this woman, but standing before me now--wearing tight blue jeans, white tennis shoes, a tight blue t-shirt with a superman emblem on the front; and large hoop earrings that drew attention to her delicate neck--she was once again proudly displaying those huge tits. I wonder if shes wearing her corset, I thought. Hey Mary, I shouted, Chris and Shelby are here. Ok darling. Hi girls, Mary shouted back from the bathroom. Peaking around the partially closed bathroom door, Mary smiled and waved, Shell, could you give me a hand? Sure hun, Shelby said, walking to join my Mary. What are those two planning, I wondered. Christina was dressed in a lacey, white, cotton and denim skirt and matching off-the-shoulder, white cotton top. Here long, dark hair was down; framing her beautiful young face, Oh, to be 30 again, I thought enviously. She had the whole romantic Latin peasant look down pat. Chris and I sat, looking at the view and chatting mindlessly. I told her how erotic I thought her piss drinking was from the night before, and asked how she discovered it. She told me, and then also told me it took her almost six years before she was really able to drink it. Its just a matter of trust and desire over what you normally believe is proper, she explained. Mary and Shelby came out of the bathroom, and I turned to look at Mary. She is so beautiful, I thought, I had to pinch myself to ensure she wasnt a dream. Mary was wearing a sun dress also, but hers was a light green and white floral print with wide shoulder straps and a square-cut neck line. My darling wore flat sandals, much like mine, and had her hair down, but pulled back off her lovely face. One thing I did notice different, her breasts seemed larger and her nipples were visibly erect under the light-weight dress. Ready girls? Shelby asked, Whos driving? Chapter XX We took Marys mini-van, And to think I almost brought the Lexus, but they dont make a mini-van yet, she said. That got squeals of laughter from Shelby and me, (our children are in, or entering, their early teens.) but Christinas son is still too young to need schlepping around, so she didnt quite get the joke.. I turned in my seat and out of the blue asked Shelby, So Shell, exactly how big are those tits of yours. This time everybody laughed. Mary even glanced in the rearview mirror and added, Yes dear, do tell...I had a hard time last night deciding between Kates pretty, pink pussy and your big jugs. Chris, Mary, and me all giggled. Mary glanced at me and winked to let me know that she wouldnt have passed on my womanly charms for anything. Ok...Ok...fine, you joke all you want, but you try carrying around tits like these for a week and see how goddamned funny you think it is then, Shell was mock scolding us. Oh my poor, poor Mommy, Christina teased, but doesnt your girl hold them up for you all the time? Be careful girlfriend, or I may call your bluff on that all the time thing, Shelby teased back. Seriously though, Ive known you for what? Ten years. And I never imagined you had such large boobs, I really did want to know. 34 F Kate. Can you believe a 34 fucking F? It was a crude rhetorical, and yes, they really do hurt in a bad way most of the time...except when Im with Chrissy of course, she said while smiling at her girl. Christ! I blurted, 34 F? Is it hereditary, or what? I guess. One of my maternal Great Grandmothers is said to have had super biggies like mine, Shell teased us again by glancing at the front of her superman t-shirt as she emphasized super biggies for us by lifting those beauties in her hands. We were all giggles, and I was already getting moist thinking of playing with my friend and her big boobs. Oh God, I thought, I dont know if I can take another day of continuous arousal. But damn, I was sure going to try! And try very hard. The remainder of the short trip was spent bitching about work, or our husbands, or the ignorant things children do that make a parent laugh. (But, that you had to discipline them for anyway) We chatted about how proud we are of our children and their accomplishments at school and at home, and how much fun it is watching them grow, and how scared we are as they entered puberty. Paul wants to lock our girls in a convent until theyre 30, Shell said in false exasperation, And every time I try to talk to them, theyre like, oh mom, we know all that stuff already and I cant seem to communicate. I even tried to be more graphic and we all just end-up embarrassed and not talking for a day of two. Mary was laughing, I know, I know. I am half tempted to sit them down as say, First, rub his thing; Second, put it in your mouth and suck up-and-down; third, swallow his nasty cum; fourth, when he says, suck my fucking cock you bitch whore, he is really saying, youre a beautiful girl, and I really care for you; fifth, never let him put his thing in your cunny unless it is triple wrapped and sterilized; and sixth, just fuck girls because theyre more fun anyway, but I just cant seem to do it. We all burst out into loud, uncontrolled guffaws; tears of silliness streaming from our eyes. I was having the time of my life with my new friends, my new lovers. I felt a bit guilty that I would never be able to share this with either my husband (would I really want to?) or my best friend. Can you imagine your mother giving you that little gem of advice in Junior High or High School? Christina giggled. Chrissy continued, Worse yet, when your mom catches you practice kissing with your best friend, and says, I know you girls need to practice, but dont go too far now, after she clearly saw that Sherrys shirt was pushed up to her neck, her bra was undone with her boobs popped out and her nippies excited, and my hand down the front of her pants, rubbing her towards insanity, and my room totally smelled like fresh, hot cunt. SHIT! What the hell is too far mom? We all laughed and giggled. Well, at least you werent sucking her cunt darling, Shell laughed And hey, she continued, what the heck do I say to my son? We all laughed again and happily teased Christina. Our little troop of weekend dykes went laughing merrily down the road. Chapter XXI Where are we going? I cried at Mary, as we pulled into a very familiar strip mall. Were just going to a salon I know, Mary looked at me quizzically. Oh, Girl...Friend. Shelby sounded happy, do you see Jean? You bet girlfriend, Mary shot back. I was shaking my head into my hands, thinking that this cant be happening; Jean had been my hair stylist for over five years. Kate its Ok, I heard Christina say, Jeannie is a very special beautician whom I have known a long time. Chrissy introduced me to her, Shelby defended her lover and herself. My first woman lover showed me this place, Mary tried to explain, Dont worry dear, everything will be alright. We entered the salon and were promptly greeted by Vo, an attractive Vietnamese woman who is one of the manicurists. Hello Mary, she started, and then with some surprise, Shelby?.. Christina?.. and with visible shock and disbelief, Kate? Hi Vo, the other girls said in unison, each in turn doing a Kiss-kiss socialite greeting. Kate? Vo looked at me questioningly. Hi Vo, I said in a very small voice, not really able to make eye contact. Vo hugged me close and kissed my ear, Its so good to see you here on a Saturday darling, she had never been that familiar with me before. Could she be...? I thought. She held me at arms length and smiled warmly, knowingly at me. She grabbed my hand and led our group to the waiting area, Jeannie is just finishing-up with a customer, Vo said as she left our group, she should be right out. Mary was now holding my hand to reassure me that everything was fine as we waited for Jean. Somewhere in the back of the salon I heard women laughing and clapping. I sat nervously; absentmindedly staring at the wedding band on Marys hand, when I heard a very familiar voice say, Thank you Jean darling. Having you wax my asshole is always the highlight of my month, I immediately looked up and saw my best friend, and next-door neighbor, Carolyn. I was about to die on the spot when Carolyn hugged Jean very closely and kissed her. Not a light peck, but an open-mouthed, tongue down the throat, passion-filled, and sloppy, kiss. They parted and Carolyn strode onto the waiting area. Carolyn! Mary and Christina exclaimed in stunned, jaw-on-the-floor surprise. Shelby and I looked at our partners with equal surprise. Hi girls, Carolyn waved and blew kisses to Mary and Chrissy, eat any good twats lately, she said as casually as if she were asking them about there tennis game. Not waiting for an answer from her shocked audience, Hi, Im Carolyn Jones, she said, approaching Shell, extending her right hand. Shelby. Shelby McAllister, Shell said as they shook hands and kissed cheeks. Oh right. We met a couple years ago at a dinner party at Kates house, Carolyn said while giving Shelby a quick once over, You and your husband...Peter? Paul. My husband Paul. Right, right. Those are some big ol tits girlfriend, Carolyn said, as she brazenly reached out and cupped the underside of Shelbys right breast; lifting it as to test the weightiness. Just waiting for your tender lips dear, Shelby shot back. Carolyn then turned towards me, And I know who this little girl is. Hi Kate, she hugged me tight and whispered in my ear, I guess well have some exciting things to talk about, as she pulled back, she kissed my cheek and felt me up. My God! My best friend just caressed my boobs...and I liked it! I screamed inside my head. Unable to control my newfound lust, I grabbed Carolyns face and kissed my best friend, just as she had kissed Jean moments before. Too weird. Too, too weird, I thought. But at that moment I had visions of me eating my dear friends hot, wet cunt, and loving every moment; every taste; every whiff of her. Slow down hun, Carolyn admonished me, well talk later...I promise. And she was out the door. That fast. She just turned and went out the goddamned door. What the heck just happened? I thought. I was so stunned that I couldnt quite remember where, or who, I was as I stared at the empty doorway; feeling my little treasure become hot with desire. Kate? Kate? Katie honey, it was Mary, gently trying to get my attention, are you alright dear? Um...um...yeah. Um...yeah. Yes, Im ok, I stuttered. Do you know Carolyn dear? Mary inquired. Yeah, I said dreamily, still staring at the door, Yeah, shes my next-door neighbor...shes my best friend. Cunts and pussies, cunts and pussies, cunts and pussies, Jean entered the waiting area singing happily, cunts and pussies, cunts and pussies. I love cunts and pussies. Are you a cunt or a pussy dear? she giddily asked Shelby, Or are you just tits baby? she teased and leered as she gave Shelbys breasts a firm squeeze. Shell enthusiastically played Jeans game, Im a sweet cunt Jeannie, and you know it because youve sucked it enough, you nasty dyke. Oh my, how right you are, Jeans face beamed and she laughed. So, Jeannie said, pointing towards each of us in turn, Cunt, pussy, pussy... Mary stopped her and said, Nope, Im a cunt now. Good for you darling, and then Jean looked me squarely in the eyes and cocked her head a bit asking me THE question. Pussy Maam, I answer timidly as I noticed Vo and Rita (one of the other manicurists) watching our game from behind the partition. I would have invited you to a Saturday sooner if I had known hun, Jeannie said to me while holding and stroking my hand. Jean, shes new to this, so dont embarrass the poor girl, Mary, my dear mommy, shielded me. How new? Jean said, standing before me in her lime green tube top, short denim skirt, impossibly high white heels, and short, spiky, platinum blonde highlighted dark brown hair. Her nipples were clearly visible through the knit top and quite erect, displaying for all who cared to look her excitement, willingness and randy state for girl sex. I always thought it was the beauticians costume; so much for my ignorant conception of the air-headed hair dresser. She knew exactly what she was after...and how to advertise for it and get it. Yesterday. Mary explained. Vo and Rita where giggling as they watched the scene play-out before them. It was very obvious they were aroused as they started to rub one another while watching. Christina and Shelby held hands and just smiled--broad, bright smiles--as they watched me get introduced to another old friend that heretofore I was unaware was lesbian. How is it I never knew these women are all gay...or bi, I thought, how did I miss this for so many years? I thought of Carolyn...my best friend for crying-out-load. Oh how Cool, Jean squealed her excitement, still looking at me with knowing warmth that Ill never forget. She seemed to be very happy that I had found this new adventure. Jeannie started leading my hand under her skirt as she spoke to my companions, Wax and nails girls? I felt that she was bare under her skirt. She grasped my index finder and middle finger and guided them into her very wet pussy, Pump darling, she said, as if a finger-fucking from her customers was a normal, everyday occurrence, Fuck my pussy...bitch, she demanded. Her cunt felt huge. I was afraid that my entire hand may be swallowed by her experienced hole. As I moved my fingers into her treasure, she asked my friends about what service she and her staff were to provide that day and who would go first. This just cant be happening. It cant be, my mind was a sea of doubt and desire. I looked towards Mary for some kind of guidance, or even rescue from my own depravity. She just motioned me to go forward with a slow backwards wave of her hand. I turned back towards Jean and looked into her well-worn, but pretty face. Jean, may I suck your cunt please, who said that? I looked at Mary as she rubbed my shoulder and she looked back at me with a satisfied smile as she gently pushed my head towards Jeannies cunt, Thats a good girl Katie. Suck Jeannies cunt, she said. Continuing to guide my face to Jeans, now exposed, pussy. My god, I said that, I realized, as my lips were pressed into the vagina of my hair stylist. Good girl. Good, good girl Kate, Jean moaned as my tongue caressed her hole and her button. I pulled my mouth from Jeans cunt and looked at Mary, Mommy is this ok? I asked in my best little girl voice. Yes darling. Yes. Yes, its very ok. Keep sucking Jeannies pretty cunt hole, my dear teacher prodded me on my path of lesbian submission. Jean snickered cruelly, looking down on my submissive form. Her tone sent a shiver up my back. I realized that this woman I was tasting would not be the gentle and patient lover Mary has been...she scared me. I knew that given a chance, she would hurt my body. That thought excited me as I pressed my face tightly against her wet hole and sucked and licked the best I knew how. Mmmmm... Mmmmm ... Mmmmm ...so good...so good...Kate Ive wanted you for so long, Jean groaned her desire, so fucking good you nasty bitch. Sucking Jeannie while she was standing was really tricky. I had to crane my head and neck in ways that were rather uncomfortable, but the moans I managed to elicit from her were well worth the effort. She placed her hands on the back of my head and forcibly pushed me into her wet cunt, Suck it bitch, suck it bitch, she demanded of me. Her flavor was so different from Marys. She was tangier, more pungent than my Mary. Her cream coated my tongue and mouth with her delightful essence. I couldnt imagine living without this flavor in my mouth. Then, as suddenly as it started, Jean pulled my mouth from her pussy, Enough slut. Youre not getting my cum that easily. And she pushed me away, lowered her skirt and motioned for our foursome to follow her. Youre such a naughty girl, Mary whispered into my ear as we rose to follow Jean into the salon, such a naughty, naughty pussy, Mary said as if proud of my wanton state of mind. She kissed my mouth and relished the new girl flavor on my lips. Such a naughty girl, she reiterated, and I cherished hearing my darling lover say it; again and again and again. I wanted to be her naughty girl forever and ever. Chapter XXII Jean led our group into the salon. Shelby and Christina were to get their manicures while Mary and I were to get waxed. Jean handed both Mary and I smocks and asked us to change. I cant believe I just ate out Jean, I whispered to Mary, Ive known her for such a long time. Mary giggled lightly, Im happy to see that youre getting into the swing of things this quickly dear. How long have you known Carolyn though? That really intrigues me, because she was my first woman lover. Youre kidding me, right? I was really stunned and excited by my lovers revelation. Nope. She was my first Mommy, but Carolyn likes to seduce new, mostly straight women too often for my tastes. I really want a one-on-one relationship with some fun play like last night and today. But sex we do together...as a couple, Mary explained. I like the sound of that...a couple, I leaned into Mary and kissed my lover. A happy lesbian couple exploring forbidden desires of the flesh together, I thought, how beautiful. Are you dykes ready yet, Jean shouted in the crudest fashion, I have a fucking business to run here. Mary and I quickly finished changing, although I was a bit disappointed that we did not hug our naked bodies together before donning the smocks; Mary even turned her back to me as she dropped her dress. Odd, I thought as I watched her naked bottom, some time for modesty. Jean had me hop up on a medical examining table (hmmm, I thought, these little tables sure come in handy...) on all fours and flipped the back of the smock up on my back so that my bottom was naked before her gaze. Whew, what an ass Kate, Jeannie was making me blush as I felt very exposed. She opened my bum, Just as I thought, shave the pussy and ignore the asshole...sheesh. OK, Im gonna do this side first, and then well get that nasty stubble on the front. Mary was holding my hand as Jean, true to her word, put the warm waxing gel all around my anus and the next thing I knew, I was letting out a yelp as all the hair was quickly pulled from around my anus. Damn it Jean, I squealed, Give me some warning please. Oh shush. Roll over little girl, she commanded. I did as she asked and she put my feet in the stirrups and looked intently at my pubic region. Completely smooth Mary? Jean inquired of my new Mommy, Mary. Yes, Mary instructed. I could see that she was excited watching me get this treatment. I reached out my hand and put it under Marys smock to feel her wet cunt. Mary jumped a bit when I made contact with her vulva and I started to lightly tease her puffy lips with my finger tips. Wait Katie dear, Mary stopped me, lay all the way back. I want to ride your face while Jean waxes your pussy bare. I eagerly got into position as Jean cracked open the stirrups ever wider and Mary knelt astride my face while slowly lowering her hot cunt to my yielding lips and tongue. I did my best to pleasure her sweet, sweet cunt; I even tongue-fucked her asshole again, which seemed to give her particular delight. She was much less vocal today than last night in the limo. The sudden pain of having the hair removed from my pussy made me scream, but not out, rather in...into Marys flowing cunt. As I screamed and groaned, Mary pressed her cunt harder onto my mouth; rocking her hips against my face, making me wear her beautiful scent. After the fifth or sixth pass of the waxing strips I felt a warm cloth gently bathing my now hairless pussy and asshole. I reached-up and held Marys hips as she moaned quietly and rocked her hips gently across my searching, needy tongue. My hands searched for her lovely, pointed breasts, but Mary held them in her own, not letting me touch her peaks of warm delight. I looked up past her bottom and watched the small of her back under the smock and back of her head rock back and forth. She was lost in her own world of lust, and I was so happy that it was me bringing her this passionate release and satisfaction. The wash cloth was removed from my pussy and the area was lightly patted dry by Jean. What Jean did next threw me for a loop, but it was a very pleasant loop. She started to eat me. Hmphh, I groaned into Marys cunt as I felt Jean spread my pussy open and lick from my anus to my button. Doesnt she taste just divine Jeannie? Mary asked the beautician. Thats good pussy baby, the ever-crude Jean remarked, but I just gotta get me some Katie asshole, she stated as she dipped her face back into my loin and started to lick and suck and tongue-fuck my bottom. Oh my dear, I moaned lustily. No person, man or woman, had ever preformed this act on me before. Now I know why Mary likes this so much, I thought as I moved my tongue back to caress my lovers anus. Jeannie then placed a finger at my anus and started gently rubbing around they ring of muscle as she completely engulfed my pussy into her mouth. She gently massaged her finger tip in slow circles around my bottom with the touch of butterfly wings. I moaned my passion into Marys hot cunt, and then Jean slid her finger slowly, millimeter-by-millimeter into my relaxed, wet anus. Oh god Jean, I called-out loud enough for the whole damn shopping center to hear me. She was the first person ever to put anything in my butt; I almost went insane from the pleasure. The sensations I experienced were so intense, incredible, and heavenly. Jean increased her effort on my pussy as she slowly fucked my bum with her gentle, long finger. Mary climaxed in my mouth and over my face, flooding me once again with her delicious cunt cream. She firmly held my hips down on the padded table as Jean brought me pulsing into an anal and vaginal orgasm. I moaned through my climax which was not the short, intense affair I was familiar with. But, a long, drawn-out climax--almost painful in its intensity--that started where Jeans soft tongue battered my clitoris and ended somewhere deep in my bowels where Jeannie massaged my inflamed rectum. Heaven, absolute heaven, I thought as I trembled on the table, Uncle, Uncle, I cried in my delirious brain. Mary raised herself from my body and our altar of lust and stood beside me; she kissed me gently on my pussy and then on my lips. Oh no... I said breathlessly as her mouth touched my pussy, pushing her away. I was too sensitive. Jean inched her finger from my rectum while staring me right in the eye. She got up from her seat and pulled me into a sitting position, hugging me closely while brushing my lips and mouth with her tongue. I was burning with lust for this woman. I wanted her to do her magic again, and again. Now thats a pussy wax, I heard Rita giggle from the doorway, I turned to see Shelby, Christina, Rita, and Vo all grinning appreciatively for the sex show they just witnessed. Next, Jean grinned, sucking the finger that had been in my bottom and wiping her mouth clean of my essence with the back of her hand. I was still shaking on the table and doing my best to smile at my horny friends. Mary reached out her hand to help me from the table, as Shell and Christina went to change into smocks for their wax session. Mommy, I questioned, looking at Mary and surprising Jean, Rita and Vo with my acceptance of my new role as a submissive little girl to my lesbian mommy, Mommy, arent you going to have your cunt waxed now? No dear, not today. Im much too sensitive at the moment, she answered while hugging me close. Awwww, I think theyre in love, Jean said in a crude, smarty-pants banter. I just held Mary tighter and ignored our crude friend. Mary led me out to the manicure station and we both sat to get our nails worked-on by Vo and Rita. Vo was with me and Rita with Mary. I had trouble looking Vo in the eye, as she sat and smiled at me, a knowing, happy smile. Jeannie is very good at licking assholes, isnt she Kate? What an icebreaker. I felt a blush from Vos words spreading over my face and body, while the other women giggled. I assumed they knew, as I now did, that Jean is a champion, super dyke, asshole licker. I joined in their giggles as we proceeded with our manicure. After about and hour, I had nice, short pink fingernails, Shit Vo, these are really short, I exclaimed, looking at my nails that were trimmed flush with my fingertips. Mary raised her hands to show me her equally short, pretty nails, All the better to fuck you with my dear, she said in a mock Big Bad Wolf voice. The other girls giggled as they waved their fingers for me to see that they all sported very short nails. I get it, I thought, closing my eyes; letting my minds eye see Marys fingers pumping into me...Vos fingers...Ritas fingers...Jeannie, Christina, Shelby...Carolyn, Oh yes, I get it...or Ill get it, I smiled to myself. We four happy dykes went towards the back where Chris and Shelby were getting waxed and found Chrissy, Shell, and Jean completely naked. Christina was on her back while Jeannie was on top of her in Sixty-Niner. Jeans big round bottom was up in the air and Shelby was opening her bum with her hands and her sexy head, with those large hoop earrings, was pumping in and out between Jeans cleft, as she tongue-fucked Jeans bum hole. They were clearly enjoying themselves as offered by the soft moans and that slick, wet sound that I now knew as the sounds of lesbian lovemaking. Vo stepped-up behind Shelby and embraced her stunning naked form. Vos hands cupped Shells majestic, pendulous breasts at the base and milked them firmly towards her large, excited nipples, (that now sported thick silver rings rather than the cage contraption she wore last night) while whispering some desire into Shells ear. Shelby broke her oral love on Jeans anus to look over her shoulder at Vo and nod her head up-and-down; smiling broadly and groaning the word, yesssssssss, to signify Vo to do as she please. Vo dropped to her knees and pried open Shelbys bottom, and started her wet, sucking onslaught on my friends asshole. Vo taught Jean how to eat ass...shes VERY talented with tender bottoms, Rita explained to Mary and me as we raptly watch this young Vietnamese woman elicit sighs and moans from my friend. Not bad for a 55 year old woman, Rita said, gesturing towards the licking Vo; shocking both Mary and me that this young-looking woman was well into her 50s. We watched Chrissy buck her hips into Jeans face, as Jean rocked her bottom into Shelbys mouth, as Vo caused Shell to repeatedly thrust her bum out towards Vos soft tongue and sucking mouth. The sight was truly amazing. Watching these women pleasure one another was something that I will always remember, sex with a man was never this...filthy, I thought happily. The look of satisfaction on Vos pretty face--covered in Shelbys sweet essence--as she patted Shell on her bum cheeks and turned towards her admirers and said, Yummy, was just so erotic. What a slut, I thought, what an amazing slut. Rita and Vo offered to help us get cleaned-up and dress, but I couldnt take anymore sexual stimulation so early in the day. I didnt know if I could take anymore this weekend, I felt so week and satisfied. Mary, Shell, Chris and I cleaned-up as best as we could with the small hand sprayer in the dressing room and somehow managed to get our clothes back in place. We were all kisses and hugs as we departed Jeans happy salon of physical delight. Where are we going for lunch, Shelby asked Mary. Oh Christ, we have to eat again, I said in pretend annoyance after the workout my mouth just experienced. All the girls laughed. But Katie, the weekend of our girl adventures has barely started, Shelby taunted me. Lord almighty, have mercy on my pussy, I sighed happily as I squeezed my thighs together. Again, our happy crew burst into uncontrolled laughter. Chapter XXIII We arrived at The Cranky Fisherman Inn a few minutes before our 1:00 PM reservation. The scenic riverside restaurant was packed with bicycle travelers, kayakers, people out walking the old barge canal, and a bunch of girls out shopping on this bright, beautiful Saturday. I wonder how many of these women just had the most satisfying sex of their lives, I thought while scanning the terrace for faces I could recognize, and hopefully avoid. One Oclock, Gonzales, my Mary told the hostess. Gonzales? I asked. Yes, my husbands name dear. Is he Latin? About three centuries ago, Mary remarked. Ladies, if youll follow me, our hostess led us to a table with a glorious view of the surging river. May we see a wine list please, Shelby requested of our server. Yes Maam, your server will be with you in a moment, the clueless young waif responded. Shell grabbed her arm in a firm, almost sadistic grip, Thats not what I asked you for now is it? No Maam, Ill get you a wine list immediately, the poor, dear girl answered. Shelby, Mary laughed, youre so evil. You could see that young womans lust for your control the moment we walked in. Cupping her large breasts in an obvious and brazen fashion, Shell said, These big tits of mine do have their advantages. Christina and Mary giggled and I just sat stunned as I tried to burn holes through Shelbys thin t-shirt to see her large boobs, and even larger nipples. mmmmmmm, I sighed unconsciously. I think Kate wants to nurse on my Mommys boobies, Chris whispered, which caused another round of silliness and giggles from our table. We had a lovely, quiet lunch on the second terrace of The Cranky Fisherman Inn. We laughed and spoke in whispers and implied body talk. I was more relaxed and at ease with these wonderful lesbian women than I had been with anybody or any group of people in years. The young hostess stopped by our table often to see if everything was alright. On her last trip, Shelby asked her if she was in college, to which the young woman answered, No Maam, I just graduated high school two weeks ago, but Ill be going to College in the fall. Isnt that wonderful for you dear, Shell definitely had her best adult condescending voice going. She reached out and lightly stroked the girls bare forearm. Yes Maam, the girl said trembling at Shelbys touch. Shell had the look of a predatory cat as she introduced herself, My name is Shelby, and you are? Madeleine...Maddi Maam. My friends call me Maddi, the small woman responded as if commanded by forces beyond her will. Such a beautiful name, Madeline, Shelby was obviously having fun, but I didnt know if this was an attempt to seduce the flat-chested, young blonde girl, or just innocent teasing for our benefit. Christina leaned-over and whispered something to Shell as Maddi and Shelby stared at each other. Shelby smiled at whatever Chrissy just said and nodded her head affirmatively. Chrissy was rocking anxiously in her chair as she watched young Maddi. Shell then introduced Christina to Maddi as my lesbian sex slave and told the poor dear innocent girl that, we both want to fuck you senseless tonight in our hotel room. Shell pressed a piece of paper into the stunned girls hand, Be there any time after eight oclock tonight darling. The poor blonde waif turned pale and stepped away on wobbly legs; her knees almost buckled as she bumped into a chair while alternately staring at Shelbys big boobs and the piece of paper in her hand, Yes Maam. Youre so bad, Mary whispered to Shelby, she cant be more than 18. I know, but shes just so darling. I have to fuck her, Shelby said. Chrissy was blushing and biting her lower lip, as I could only imagine the lusty thoughts running through her head. Ill bet she shows-up tonight, Shelby wagered. Ten bucks, Mary challenged. Youre on, ten dollars, the bet was called. We finished our perfect summer afternoon lunch of Dover Sole with julienne leeks and a touch of flame-roasted sweet corn. Shell ordered a Cigar and port as her dessert, while the rest of our party enjoyed cool lime sorbet and brie while we watched the world move around us. Shelby looked terribly funny, acting manly in her blue jeans and t-shirt while her table-mates sat demurely in pretty dresses--but somehow very attractive as she puffed that stinky root and slowly sipped her port. My Mary glanced at her watch, Its quarter-to-three, I think its time we take Katie to get her little titties done, Mary proclaimed as we finished our peaceful, perfect, horny lunch. Chapter XXIV I nervously held Marys hand as we drove towards the piercing salon. I was afraid that this would be one of those hideous tattoo parlors with bikers and the like milling about. We parked the mini-van and I found that we were only a block or so away from my favorite day spa. I thought how nice it would be for Mary and me to spend a long leisurely day of pampering and relaxation. Note to self... We passed the day spa and two doors down stopped in front of Elis Pins and Needles, which I always assumed was a sewing, and sewing accessories shop from the Victorian-style frou-frou visible from the street. Are you ready my darling Kate? Mary asked. Will it hurt Mary? Yes dear, wonderfully so, she replied and smiled warmly. Yes Mommy, Im ready, I said very quietly with some trepidation. We were greeted by an attractive heavyset woman in her thirties, Hi Im Eli. How may I help you ladies today? Mary pulled Eli to the side and spoke in hushed tones with the stores namesake. There was a lot of nodding and a few quiet giggles as Mary explained what she wanted for my first intimate jewelry. Mary reached into her purse and handed the large woman something that I could not see, but that I knew would give me pleasure. Shelby and Christina stood at a display case looking at the various items for body adornment. Chris was enthusiastically pointing to something when Eli approached me. Hi Kate, Im Eli, she said, extending her hand to greet me. Eli was dressed in an attractive and professional pants suit. She didnt have rings through her nose or any other visible piercing (other than a single earring in each ear) that I find so creepy and unsavory. Its nice to meet you Eli. Lets go chat somewhere private, Eli said, taking my hand and leading me into her office. Eli asked me a string of questions from a standard form. All about what led me to having my nipples pierced and how I would feel if people other than my lover knew of my piercings. She asked me about medical issues, Are you allergic to... And, she talked about the hazards of having this now sensitive area of my body penetrated by metal devices and what would be required of me to safely maintain my nipples and breasts. By the end of our chat, I was at ease having this woman place these symbols of submission and ownership into my body that my dear Mary wished me to wear. At that point, I realized that I was Mommys Pussy and I was ever so happy to wear my Mommys rings and my new label. Eli asked me to strip naked and hang-up my dress in a small closet in her office; she then led me, naked, into the piercing room. My Mary, Shelby, and Christina were there, naked as me, but each wearing varied sizes of nipple stretchers like Shell had displayed the night before. What beautiful friends I have, I thought, unable to move my gaze from their grotesquely distended nipples. Hop up Kate, Eli said, pointing to yet another medical examination table...stirrups and all. Does every dyke on earth have one of these, I laughed to myself, Shit, I may...but how...how could I hide it from my husband and daughters, I giggled out-loud as my dear Mary took a seat close to my head. Lean back, and close your eyes while we prepare you dear, Eli said. I felt many hands on my body. My friends and lovers stroked and caressed me into a state of warm, comforting bliss. I felt warm, wet mouths ensconce both of my nipples simultaneously. My eyes opened to see each Chrissy and Eli suck my previously insensitive nipples deeply into their warm mouths. Harder and harder they sucked; drawing my flesh and blood into their world of experienced breast love. Mary continually whispered into my ear, I love you Kate, I love you Kate, I love you Kate, as she tenderly stroked my head and ears with her soft, delicate fingertips. Then, as if by command of my fantasies, I felt another mouth descend on my body; directly to my exposed, bare pussy. I raised my head to see my long-time friend Shelby licking my tender, pink treasure. Soon enough, I felt something wet, cold and rough scraping my left nipple, as the smell of antiseptic filled the air. As I grew close to my climax from Shelbys insistent soft, mouth, my left nipple was suddenly pulled sharply away from my body and I felt the sting of the needle in my tit while Marys mouth kissed mine harshly. Nnnnnngggggggg, I groaned into Marys mouth as the needle pierced my tender flesh. Within a minute my right nipple was pierced with the same intense feelings, Nnnnnngggggggg, I screamed into Marys mouth as Eli placed my new wedding rings into my extended nipples. With these rings, I thee bed, my Mommy whispered into my ear as Shelbys seasoned mouth brought me to a gentle climax. Chris and Shell both kissed me, and surprisingly, the large Eli kissed me and congratulated me on my bonding with Mary. I looked at my breasts with fascination. My nipples now sported miniature versions of the cages worn by my friends. A metal bar ran horizontally through each nubbie and a small metal ring was pressed to the place where my nipple met the areola, effectively keeping my nipples in a permanently erect state. Shelby gently cleaned my pussy and bottom with a warm towel, as Chrissy and Mary got dressed. Eli brought my clothes into the room and helped me get dressed, saying that I would probably want to wear a full cup bra while my body adjusted to its new adornments. And remember dear, they will be sore and very tender for awhile, so be gentle with them most of the time, Eli reminded me and winked at Mary as she emphasized most of the time. ----End Part VI of GFBM----- And who says suburbia is a cultural wasteland. [email protected] Copyright 2002 Anonymous, Arlington VA USA __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Faith Hill - Exclusive Performances, Videos & More http://faith.yahoo.com

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It's a story of lesbian sex, so if that offends you, or is illegal where you live, or if you're underage where you live, then you must not read it. It is a work of FICTION. Thanks to all who wrote regarding my other stories. Please be sure to e-mail feedback to [email protected] enjoy, Suzy ------------------------------------------------ Getting Fucked by Mary By: Suzy Suburbanite Part IV: Humiliation and Loving Affection Chapter XII Mary slowly, sensuously brushed my hair as we moved through a trendy part of town on our magic carpet. She was enchanting in her ability to sooth my soul and allow me to accept my new role as her little girl slut. She explained to me about our destination that wondrous evening; a place where mommies and their little girls would go shopping for special clothing and accessories that are included in all the naughty games between mommies and little girls. Its fantasy role playing Kate, my Mary said, every person you meet will be of legal age. I have never met a Mommy that is interested in children darling...these are games that adults play. I was relieved to hear Mary say these words. Although our games in the past few hours excited me, I still wasnt fully comfortable with the implications of Mommys Pussy or of being a little girl in our play. I was to learn yet another aspect of girl love in the coVo hours. My head rested tenderly against Marys shoulder as the limousine slowed, stopped, and a small light started blinking in our cocoon. Are you ready to trust me again Kate? Mary asked. Yes Maam. Please show me my new life, was my response. I looked out the window and saw a small metal door with a sign that read, Friday Nights are Mommy Night--Womyn ONLY--all others, keep out. From my girl play on the internet, I knew what the word womyn meant. This was to be a lesbian event. I reached for Marys hand and grasped it in a death grip...I was terrified. My dear teacher was about to lead me into a public place: reeking of her cunt essence, still saturated with her cunt cream, with my jeans soaked through from my own excitement, wearing a pink t-shirt proclaiming my new sexual orientation and dedication to my new Mommy. Katie, I need to introduce you to this life, and what my true expectations may be of you... are you ready darling? my lovely teacher stated. Mary, I dont think I can do this. Is Dean Martin still with us? No, but I feel so humiliated and embarrassed. Its as if Im exposing this very sexual side of me that has always been very conveniently hidden for so long. Mary looked at me with her big, blue, doe eyes and said, Yes my love, thats exactly what I expected...you need to let go...you need to let me make your decisions now...trust me darling, you will enjoy this...more than you could ever imagine. I know. Ive been where you are now. I know darling. I know. Now, are you ready little Katie? Yes Maam, Im ready, I responded in a little girl whisper. Chapter XIII Yes? came a womans voice through the intercom speaker adjacent to the metal door. Mary, party of two for a 9:30 appointment with Denise, was Marys response. The door buzzed and clicked open as Mary led me into this exciting new adventure. We were greeted by a short, rather stout woman in her late forties or early fifties. Hello Mary, Im Cynthia, Denise will be right with you if you and your friend would like to sit and wait, the woman said, or you may feel free to browse the store. Cynthias eyes were all over me. She made me feel creeped-out. She was very masculine, even in her short dress. Her tattoos, multiple face and ear piercings, and short, spikey, purple hair were so unattractive to me that I began wondering if I should Dean Martin and get out of this place. She reminded me of a leering, perving man; the type of guy that just makes your skin crawl. Maam grabbed my hand and led me to a settee around the corner from the creepy Cynthia. She is what is called a butch, Mary started, I think the only reason she is here is to intimidate people at the door. It gets better Kate, ok? Ok Mary, I responded. I craned my neck to look into the store. My gosh, Ive been here before (but not through the side entrance), I thought. I recognized this as a place me and my girlfriends from work had gone one day during lunch so that one of our clan could buy something slutty, as she put it, to entertain her boyfriend. Everybody in our little lunch clique was married, except for Jeannie (the one making the purchase), and we all had great fun giggling and laughing at the clothing and the ridiculous sex toys on display. I remember wondering at the time how this place stayed in business, because people--regular, normal people--just dont engage in this foolishness. My sexual experience to that point had been: kiss-kiss; hug-hug; several seconds of rubbing together; in-out, in-out, in-out; and done. (Well, at least prior to today.) There had to be over fifty women of all shapes and sizes. All were smartly dressed, and most were in pairs. The sales clerks were easily recognized, because their outfits were substantially more revealing and more provocative than the customers, and judging from the dress of the manikins, directly from store stock. Curious? Mary startled me to attention. Yes Maam. Are all these people like us? I questioned. Yes darling, these are all Mommies and their little girls, Mary stated very matter-of-factly. Was I now in a relationship? Oh God, I thought. Mary gently stroked my hair as I continued to soak-in all the sights and sounds. I noticed that the Mommies were typically dressed in a very sophisticated manner, while their Little Girls dressed in a school-girl, or somewhat juvenile fashion. A glazed eye look of desperation permeated the Little Girls, while a look of knowing confidence was the norm for the Mommies. Are they on drugs Mary? I asked my teacher. No dear, just on lust, love, submission, or a combination of all three, was my dear Marys reply. I continued to soak-in the environment and noticed four signs at an opening to a hallway: Nursery, Bathroom, Remedial Training, and, Principals Office, in my minds-eye I started to create images of the most depraved and debauched activities that took place there. Mary? Wha...Whats that? I asked, pointing to the signs. I cant give away all the secrets this place holds little girl, just wait, youll find out, she was extending my torment, and piquing my curiosity. I was absentmindedly watching two women get a sales pitch from one of the clerks. It was obvious what was being sold, a very large dildo, and it was also obvious that the little girl of the couple was excited by the prospect of putting it to use, as she was stamping her feet up and down, tugging on her Mommys arm, and saying, I want that one mommy, I want that one. I could only see the backs of the customers, but the entire episode was incredibly erotic, if not rather silly. I was wondering if I would act out like that at some point during my lesbian play, when I was suddenly snapped-out of my day dream by, Hi Mary? Im Denise, and who is this lovely little girl, I turned and Mary was shaking hands with our salesperson. This is little Katie. Katie, say hello to Miss Denise, Mary ordered. I put on my best little girl act, and in a small shy voice said, Hello Miss Denise, its very nice to meet you. Shes so well mannered and just cute as a bug, Denise said to Mary, but she is a bit of a mess, would you like to get your little girl cleaned-up or would you prefer everybody see how naughty she has been. Well she does look a mess, and seeing that she is a brand new little girl, maybe its best if we get her clean, my Mommy said. Mary grabbed my hand as we followed Denise down the hall and into the Nursery. I was certainly stunned. It really was more than a nursery, there was an examining table with stirrups, a very large enema bottle mounted on a wheeled rack, a whirlpool bath, and many other medical devices, some of which I was familiar with and some not. There were two attractive women dressed in outrageous nurse costumes This is Mindy and Mandy, and theyll be your assistants. Inside and out Mary? Denise questioned, referring to me. Just on the outside, like I said she is brand new and I dont want my darling to get scared, Mary said, while giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. How new Mary? Just a few hours old, was Marys reply. Oh isnt that just wonderful. How exciting for you little Katie, Denise addressed me. I could feel myself blushing from head to toe. Not only that, but her first time with a woman...ever, Mary seemed particularly delighted and proud. Oh, arent you two just the luckiest, Denise started patting my hand, we are going to take such good care of you darling. Now here little Katie, take this robe behind that screen and get out of those messy clothes while we get things ready to for your bath. I was very nervous and very excited. The thought of being naked in front of these four women made my pussy dampen yet again. I was trembling as I tentatively stepped out from behind the changing screen. My Mary was completely naked, Denise was stripped to her bra and panties, and our nurses had unbuttoned the front or their uniforms to expose two lovely, firm pairs of breasts. To either side of the examination table sat a stainless steel medical cart with two pails of steaming water and a pile of large sea sponges. I felt like running, but somehow managed to screw-up my courage and move forward. There she is, exclaimed Denise in the singsong tone of an adult speaking to a small child, are you already to get squeaky clean honey? Yes, Miss Denise, my voice trembled. Mary took my hand and gave me a very tender, soft kiss on my lips. I felt her other hand releasing the sash of my robe, and other hands easing the robe from my body. My dear teacher led me to the table and instructed me to lay facedown and, just let go Kate. Im right here and I wont let any harm come to you. I was visibly shaking as a lay prostrate on the warm leather table; arms at my sides, legs firmly shut, and my face buried into a hole designed for this very purpose. My eyes were shut tight, and the words Dean Martin were ready to burst from my mouth. Little Katie has a beautiful body Mary, I heard Denise remark. Shhh...lets begin, was Madams response. For the next 15 minutes I was treated to a message that started simultaneously from my fingers and toes with eight soft, gentle hands rubbing me into a state of pure ecstasy and bliss. The pressure was perfect; adjusted to the specific part of my body. Firm and deep on my shoulders and calves, tender, butterfly kisses on my earlobes and inner thighs. All eight hands converged on my bottom; pushing and pulling, and rubbing, and stroking me to a wondrous state of warmth, affection, and arousal. I barely noticed when the hands left my body as I was in a twilight state somewhere between a dream and sleep. I felt the warm, soapy water travel the same path on my body those magical hands had traveled. I was being tenderly bathed by four lovely women, wielding soft, puffy sea sponges; every nerve in my very being melted. I entered a state of relaxation that I could never before imagine. Before I knew it Mary was whispering in my ear, Stand up little Katie, its time for us to do the other side. I dutifully rose and waited while the table was adjusted. Mindy, one of the nurses, helped me onto the table and adjusted the top so I was half sitting up. Denise and Mary placed my feet into the stirrups and adjusted them so my treasures were fully exposed. I felt my pussy juice flowing out of my folds and into the crack of my bum, and had to keep my eyes screwed shut to avoid a panic attack. Mmmmm...delicious, I heard Denise half moan. I opened my eyes only to encounter her lusty gaze at my blossoming vaginal lips. Shhh, Mary softly corrected Denise, lets start. As with my back, these four lovely women started to bathe me at my fingers and toes. I watched in rapt fascination as they moved in concert over my body; brushing me tenderly with the warm soapy sponges. They moved with practiced, patient stokes on my inexperienced, impatient body. The four led me to the brink of sexual insanity. I wanted to scream-out my need to climax, but the only thing that would come from my mouth was mewling and moans. Finally, as a repeat of the events on my backside, these eight soft hands converged on my pubis and flowing pussy; leading me to the brink again, and again, but never bringing me over to the release I so desperately needed. As quickly as my tormentors started, they ended. Rinsing my body and drying me in large, thick, warm terrycloth towels. I was in that state on continuing, glassy-eyed lust that I witnessed on the faces of the other little girls in the store. I felt as though the slight whisper of a touch would send my orgasm crashing through my soul. Denise and Mary dressed me in a very sheer white baby doll nighty, and the nurses applied some makeup and perfume. They then pulled my hair into pigtails and put red satin ribbons in my hair. The nurses presented their work for Marys approval and she smiled appreciatively at me. Look at my little slut, my Mommy said; spinning the chair I was in to bring me face-to-face with my new image in the large wall mirror, look how lovely and naughty you are. My mind was in a state of complete disconnect. The reflection in the mirror couldnt be me. The reflection was positively scandalous: a pigtailed, half-naked sex toy; eyes glazed, but fiery with lust; dark, erect nipples clearly visible through the sheer lingerie. I stared at the person in the mirror and thought how sexy this girl was, still not connecting that the reflection was me. Come my darling little dyke, lets get you some new clothes, Mary said, grabbing me by the hand and leading me out of the nursery in back into the store. Chapter XIV I was taking in all the sights of this play land of sexual wonders as I absentmindedly listened to Mary tell Denise what clothing she wanted me to try on. Katie honey...Katie? Mary demanded. I suddenly realized Mary was addressing me, Yes...um...er...yes Maam. Pay attention dear, Maam stated, seeming rather perturbed with me. Yes Maam, Ill pay attention. Are you a size 6? Yes Maam, Im a size 6, was my obedient response. An A cup? No Maam, Im a small B cup. Shoe size? she demanded. 6 or 7 Maam. Mary immediately reached for my breasts and squeezed my erect nipples in the most cruel and viscous manner, What, you nasty little slut. Is that the proper way to answer my question? Oh god, I moaned, No Maam, Im sorry. My shoe size is between a 6 or 7 depending on the style of shoe. Thats better, my teacher now had 100% of my attention, dont embarrass me in front of all these other mommies little Katie. Yes Mommy, I promise Ill be good and wont embarrass you, was my little girl reply. Mary snickered lightly and returned to speaking with Denise. I stopped suddenly, transfixed by the Mommy and little girl who were still with the dildo salesperson; only now the sales person was wearing a strap-on dildo and repeatedly stroking the large artificial penis into the mouth and down the throat of the kneeling little girl. The woman dressed as the little girl had her eyes shut tight, and it appeared that she had little difficulty accepting the thin, long, smooth, lavender dildo fully down her throat. I was completed fascinated as I watched the muscles in her neck work the faux penis. I was amazed as I witnessed her face turn darker and darker shades of red, and the little girl would tap the salesgirl on the thigh, which prompted a partial withdraw of the dildo to allow for breathing. I felt Maam wrap her arms around my tummy from behind, Intoxicating, isnt darling, she whispered in my ear. Mary, Denise and me watched and listened with rapt fascination as the dildo-wielding salesperson repeatedly inched the smooth, narrow, lengthy dildo into the throat of the submissively-kneeling woman. The salesgirl was providing a running narrative to the Mommy regarding how wonderfully accomplished little Chrissy was at oral submission, and about the benefits of the device she was demonstrating for, anal penetration as it was completely capable of penetrating the second sphincter without tearing or damaging the rectum, she was very matter-of-factly explaining to the Mommy of little Chrissy. Mary was lightly--and maddeningly--nibbling my neck and ears as we watched this most bizarre product demonstration. Rather extreme, isnt it? my Mary breathed in my left ear. Yes, was all I could manage as I watched the womans face turn a deep shade of crimson one more time. This time, the salesgirl did not relent on her oral domination of the little girl. At least not until little Chrissy was almost pounding the salespersons thigh and hip with a hand that prominently displayed a large diamond engagement ring and wedding band. My eyes were glued to the juncture of the salesgirls dildo and little Chrissys mouth. Chrissys mommy stood rather still and controlled during this episode, but I could not discern her care or demeanor as her back, tight hair bun, and shapely bottom was the only thing visible to our small party of onlookers. Thats enough for you little girl, the salesperson exclaimed, as she withdrew the dildo from the womans mouth. Chrissy, for her part, allowed the fake penis to leave her mouth in a rather unceremonious, and obscene fashion...all the while looking into the eyes of her tormentor. I was openly staring at this womans face. She seemed very familiar, but I couldnt quite place her. Thank you Miss Carol, was the first discernable thing I heard from little Chrissys mouth, Thank you for using my little dyke mouth the way it was meant to be used. Chrissys gaze shifted from the salesgirl--obviously intending to look at her Mommy, but fixating on me--to me. We both locked, eye-to-eye and I felt the sudden horror of recognition. Little Chrissy was actually Christina, an administrative assistant in one of the few departments within my company that I had regular and frequent dealings. Oh my god...Shell! Chrissy exclaimed to her mommy, while trying to hide behind the wide hips of the salesgirl. I tried to do a similar hiding act by turning into Marys shoulder and telling her, Oh god Mary, I work with that woman. Its OK darling, Mary said, You know her secret and she knows yours. Really, its Ok. Now turn around and introduce me to your friend. I turned back towards Chrissy and her mommy, only to get an even greater shock...Chrissys Mommy was another of my co-workers and a dear friend of mine named Shelby. She also happened to be Christinas boss. Shelby! I all but shouted my surprised recognition. I had been friends with this woman for over ten years, my husband and I regularly went to their (Shelby and her husband, Pauls) house for dinner and to play bridge. Shell and I joined the company at almost the same time and were on parallel management tracks. I was blushing, and almost choking out my breath. Shelby gasped and raised her hand over her mouth as she recognized who just shouted her name. Her hand slowly dropped and a broad grin covered her face. She impatiently snapped the fingers of her left hand; waving for Chris to join her. Little Chrissy was at her side and held Shelbys hand in a tight, trembling grip. The two lovers step towards Mary and me, Hello Kate, Shell started, wont you introduce me to your mommy dear? Maam this is my friend Shelby, I said in a small, terror-filled voice. Wonderful to meet you Shelby, Im little Katies mommy, Mary, was my mommys reply, and who is this adorable--and I must say, well trained--little girl, Maam gestured towards Chris. This is my little girl, Chrissy. It nice to meet you little Chrissy, Mary said as she leaned into Chris and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. All eyes were now on me, and I was feeling overcome by fear, by lust, by the endless possibilities of this chance encounter; possibilities that could lead down a path of joy or a path to complete ruination of my life. Dean Martin, I said, looking Mary straight in the eye. Do you want to leave darling? was Marys response. No, I just need to talk to you for a moment. Ladies, will you please excuse Kate and me for a moment? Mary said to the small group that included the two sales women. I started explaining to Mary about my business and personal relationship with Shelby, and how this encounter was just overwhelming me, and that I was very embarrassed, and... Slow down Kate, Mary said, as I started to lightly sob, I have an idea, why dont we go sit someplace private and chat with your friends, and maybe they can help alleviate some of your fear and trepidation. Does that sound OK? Y...yes, I guess so, I responded, sounding very much like a little child. Mary led me by the hand back to the group of women. Denise? Mary questioned, Is there someplace quiet and comfortable that the four of us can sit and chat? Of course, let me make sure its available, and the salesgirl walked briskly away. I take it that was your safe word Kate, Shelby asked me. Y...yes, I sobbed my response. Oh God, I was so humiliated. Crying like a child, shaking with fear, wanting to just get away. I was thinking that I may just fall to my knees, when Denise bounced happily back to the group, Its all set. Just down that hall, fourth door on the right, its marked Principals Office, she said. Both Mary and Shelby each had one of my hands in theirs, quietly, softly reassuring me. My eyes opened and I raised my head slowly to look at my girl lover and my friend. Instead, I was looking at the Amazon salesgirl, Carol; dressed in a white, vinyl jumper and still wearing the large lavender dildo that was now flopping around wildly between her legs. I couldnt hold back a loud laugh and subsequent giggles when confronted by the outrageous sight. Mary and Shelby turned to look at what caused my sudden mood change, and joined me in a chorus of giggles. Cmon giggle girls, interrupted Christina, slightly perturbed, lets go have a talk. Chapter XV By the time we entered the Principals Office Chrissy was laughing with the rest of us about how ridiculous Carol looked with that big fake dick swinging from her hips. As soon as the door closed; the demeanor of our small band of lesbians changed. Mary took control and pointed to chairs for everybody to sit in. I complied and sat in an overstuffed leather club chair, as did Shelby. However, Christina was looking at Shell with a somewhat pensive expression. Youll need to excuse Chrissy, sitting is rather uncomfortable for her at the moment, Shelby stated. Chris went to stand by the right arm of Shelbys chair. I was a bit confused, but Mary was nodding in the affirmative with a knowing grin on her lovely face. The Principals Office was a very impressive, but a very masculine room. The dark, walnut paneling set the tone for the other accoutrements and furnishings: a dark, formal desk with an accompanying high-back chair, carved in walnut, and bound in leather; four deep-armed leather club chairs; a sumptuous leather sofa with heavy bronze tacks; dark, deep, and glossy wood floors with broad boards; rich, and well-worn oriental rugs; a rather odd-looking leather-bound, and padded coffee table that stood barely eighteen inches high and only a foot or so wide; a leather pommel horse; and what appeared to be shackles suspended from the ceiling. Somehow this environment seemed appropriate to the formality of our role playing. Mary explained how we had met to my friends, and that this was my first time, my first night with a woman; that I didnt know anything about Mommy and Little Girl relationships. She went on about her intent towards me, which I found very exciting and comforting. I interjected a few times to give Shell and Chrissy more background as to how and why I initiated this lesbian tryst. I bit my tongue and just did it, even though I was feeling more and more embarrassed with each utterance from my mouth. Mary finished by giving my friends a graphic account of how I ate her asshole and greedily swallowed her cunt juice in the limo. I could tell that both Shelby and Christina were aroused by the end of our tales. Shelby then explained how she and Chris started their extra-marital lesbian liaisons. That Christina had been a newly hired administrative assistant and messed-up an assignment and challenged Shelby to give her a spanking. Of how Shelby had never been attracted to women, but when Chrissy begged her to spank my ass harder and eventually seduced Shell, that Shelby had to try this new and forbidden form of sex. Does Paul know, I inquired of Shell. No darling, he hasnt a clue, and things must remain that way. Darling, if youre so fearful and humiliated why is your little pussy flowing like a river, Shelby demanded. I looked towards my vagina and realized that my pussy and thighs were coated with a sheen of my essence. I once again I started to blush, as my excitement was blatantly visible. Its alright Kate, Shelby lovingly said, ...I like seeing you in this state. You are the saucy little girl, arent you dear, was Marys response to my obvious sexual arousal. I tried to ignore my flowing little cunny, C...Christina, does your husband know? I stammered. Yes Kate he does, but not who I am with, she answered comfortably. Ive been bi-sexual since Jr. High School, and weve been together since High School. Ryan has always accepted that I need the company of women for true satisfaction. Now Im not saying that I dont like sex with men, I do, (specifically, and only my hubby) but to round things out I need what Shelby gives me too. All of us gave-up our secrets of lesbian love and desire; I was starting to feel like my life wasnt over, but just beginning. Mary motioned me to sit in her lap, and I moved into her welcoming arms. Shelby and Christina continued their tales of experimentation and learning in the arts of girl love and dominance and submission. I was absentmindedly listening as I nuzzled my dear, beautiful Marys neck. Chapter XVI ...and thats how Chrissy convinced me to make her a potty mouth, was the last statement I heard from Shelby. Mary was very, very excited and casually rubbed my pussy. I was on another planet, just kissing, and kissing, and kissing my lovely mommys neck, ears and shoulders. Watch darling, Mary said as she grabbed my head and pulled my gaze towards my friend Shelby and her little girl Chrissy, watch Chrissy be a potty mouth. I was expecting Chrissy to start using a string of four-letter words as a means to arouse her audience. Instead, Shelby hiked-up her grey linen skirt and leaned her bare bottom against the large, formal desk. She spread her legs in a lewd manner so that all could see her sexy black lace stockings and their matching garter attachments, and her smooth, flowing cunt, topped by a full, womanly bush of dark pubic hair. Shelby then instructed her little Chrissy to kneel before her. Do you love your Mommy little girl? Shell asked Chrissy while gently opening the folds of her womanhood while Chrissy stared, open-mouthed and gasping. Oh yes Mommy, I love you very much. Does my Chrissy adore her mommys cunt? Shelby questioned. I was now flashing back to the episode of verbal submission that my teacher, my Mary, my Mommy led me through less than two hours ago; I listened to my friends continue. Oh yes mommy, I adore your cunt. Chrissy, do live for my cunt and the sauce that comes from my cunt? Shelbys tone was becoming more demanding; more severe. Yes Maam, I live for anything your cunt gives me, Chrissy responded obediently. You may get into position now darling, Shell said, allowing Chrissy to move her mouth to her mommys wet cunt. Chrissy seemed to be searching for a certain position of her body and her mouth, as Shelbys eyes rolled slightly and she sighed with great satisfaction. Soon enough, Chrissy stopped moving about and remained completely still; her mouth firmly covering Shells cunt. Are you ready little girl? Shelby demanded of Chrissy while shifting her gaze to Mary and me. Chrissy nodded her head that she was ready for whatever game was about to commence. I love you darling, Shelby lovingly stated to her little girl; gently caressing the back of Chrissys head and stroking her delicate fingers through her lovers hair. Aaaahhhhh, yes darling, yes, she sighed her satisfaction while her eyelids fluttered repeatedly, she bit her lower lip, and then looked into my eyes, Its so good Kate, my friend breathed. I looked at Chrissys face and mouth. Her mouth fully engulfed Shelbys vulva and her jaw and neck moved as if she were swallowing, her hands rubbing the sexy black stockings that Shelby wore. I could hear Chris whimpering as she sought to press her mouth ever tighter against her mommys cunt. Your friend Chrissy is very well trained, Mary said, but my eyes were going back and forth between what Chrissy was doing and to Shelbys gaze that had not left me since Chris placed her mouth between her mommys legs. My mind didnt really comprehend the actions before me. I was watching a long-time friend having her pussy eaten by her assistant, who was dressed as a little school girl in her plaid skirt, white stockings, and white halter top; her brown hair pulled into pig tails similar to my own. She drinks it so well, she hasnt spilled a drop, Mary interrupted my train of thought. Huh? What? I stammered to Maam, my eyes still glued to Chrissy. Chrissy is very good at drinking Shelbys piss darling, Mary stated as if drinking another persons urine was an everyday occurrence, and she looks sexy, very submissive, and very happy while she does it. Well, that was it for me. I came. I came while snuggled into Marys lap (soaking us both), watching a dear friend pee into the mouth of a woman, and that woman was drinking my friends pee. Oh my god, I thought, while another climax coursed through my loins, people dont do these things, they just dont. How utterly depraved was this act? How amazingly erotic was this performance? I now looked directly at Shelby as she stared back with a knowing grin and a look of satisfaction that I now knew her most intimate, decadent secrets. Get it all Chrissy, Shell said to Christina while still staring at me, get all of Mommys warm piss you naughty potty-mouthed girl. Oh god, Shelby... I moaned, my new realization and acceptance of what my role as a little girl for a lesbian mommy may entail. I was now aware that Mary was cruelly pulling and stretching my nipples. I looked at her fingers as they first grasped firmly on my extended nipple and then she pulled steadily, away from my breast, stretching my nipple and breast to their very limit. This should hurt, I thought. But far from hurting, every time the physical limit of my breast was reached, I felt a twinge of pleasure running directly from my nipple to my clitoris. Mary and I looked at each other, and she just smiled her dazzling smile, then leaned into me and tenderly, passionately kissed me. I was so overcome by the events of this day; by the emotions and arousal this woman--these women--caused in me, by the sexual pleasure boundaries being torn asunder the continual introduction of more depraved, more erotic, more climax-inducing mental and physical acts on our stage of lust and affection that I once again, gently came as Marys tongue and lips moved to possess my soul. Thank you Mommy. I love to drink your wee wee, Chrissy said, now detached from Shelbys cunt, may I lick your cunt now Maam, and make you get all wet and hot? she asked Shell. Of course my darling little girl, replied Shelby. Shell offered her hand to Chrissy and got her sexual satisfier to her feet. I was fascinated as they tenderly kissed; wondering, What does that kiss taste like? Is it as scrumptious as it looks? Shelby unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. Chrissy dutifully picked it up and folded it over the arm of the chair nearest them. All eyes were upon Shell as she unbuttoned her formal, staid grey blazer to reveal a lovely white, satin silk blouse that was opaque, but clearly accentuated the excited state of her nipples...which appeared to be as large and long as the breasts supporting them. Her jacket had hidden the true scale of her massive tits. I knew she had big boobs from being around Shelby in social situations, but I never imagined... Three sets of expectant eyes were glued to Shelbys hands and they teasingly revealed what treasures lay beneath her blouse. The front of her blouse remained closed as she slowly release the last button on the high, shimmering collar, but she continued the practiced seduction of her audience by slowly and patiently unbuttoning her cuffs as her impatient audience grew more, and more aroused. Finally, Christina stepped forward and took the obstructing blouse from Shelbys body, what was revealed was truly, utterly a sight of magnificent, commanding presence. I was mistaken in my assumption that my friend wore a traditional garter belt under her sophisticated business suit. In fact she wore a black corset with gold lame, paisley appliqus that accentuated her very womanly curves; her broad hips, her narrow waist (made all the more trim by the corset), and her huge natural breasts, presented on a shelf of rigid fabric so that her equally large nipples were prominently displayed. I stared at my friend in disbelief, she was absolutely commanding. Her presence was both statuesque and goddess-like. She stood, arms akimbo, feet spread, as if she was ready to do battle ala Xena the Warrior Princess, but while Xena may be built for physical combat, my friend Shelby, with her tall, solid frame, was build for physical pleasure. My God Shelby, youre beautiful, Mary and I said almost in unison. We both burst into a fit of giggles as we watched Shell present her body to us; cupping her breasts, running her hands slowly across her curvy hips to the tops of her stockings before ever so slowly placing her delicate fingers to either side of her cunt and pulling back her inflamed, red, puffy lips, exposing the pink, wet center of her desire. How could I describe her other than a lush garden of sensual, erotic presence? I couldnt take my eyes from Shells nipples, not just because they were so pronounced, but they appeared to be in a metal cage. I stared and stared, but could not figure out what I was looking at. Theyre nipple stretchers dear, Mary, reading my mind, whispered into my ear, and rather advanced ones at that. Shelby led Chrissy to the pommel horse and instructed her to bend forward and grab the handles. Mary and I watched as Shell flipped Chrissys short skirt up on her back and slowly pealed off her white cotton panties. In doing so, Shelby revealed to us something clear and pink embedded in Christinas bum. Shell whispered something into Chrissys ear and Chrissy nodded affirmatively. Ever so gently, Shelby grasped the intruding object and started extract it from its lovely home. I think little Chrissy is a butt slut Katie, Mary whispered hotly into my ear as we both watched Shelby lovingly remove a very large butt plug from her little girls rear end. Ohhhhh Mooooommmmyyyyy, Chrissy groaned as the device was slowly removed from her bottom. She visibly shook and trembled as her anus stretched to release the sex toy. Shelby placed the toy on the desk behind her and turned Chrissy so they were facing one another. The couple embraced and kissed warmly, tenderly while groping each others bum cheeks. Shelby and Chrissy were all moans and sighs as Shell guided the two towards to large sofa. Shelby lay on her back and Chrissy mounted her Mommys face in a sexy 69 position. I need to taste you Kate, Mary said as she scooted me from her lap to a standing position. I need to taste your warm, wet pussy little girl, she commanded me, watch and relax my darling Katie. Mary moved me into the soft, warm leather of the chair and stood to remove her dress. My God but she is beautiful, I thought. My dear Mary, my teacher knelt on the plush rug and started to massage my thighs, hips and pubis. My continuous state of arousal reached new levels of pleasure as I waited for my new Mommy to excite me with her mouth. I watched Mary move her face to my pussy and place the very first kiss on my wet treasure by a woman. This was THE watershed event of my sexual life. From this point forward nobody but a gentle, caring, knowing woman would ever touch my treasure. Marys oral ministrations on my open, flowing flower were the most amazing thing I had ever felt. It was pure liquid heat; her mouth and tongue seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at once. The feelings were similar to, but oh so much better than, masturbating under a warm flow of gently cascading water from the spout in a bathtub. She knew everything. She did everything as I moaned, and mewled and sighed. I would look into her eyes and see true love...not only physical lust and desire, but true caring and affection. Yes, I would be hers as long as she would have me. I glanced at Shelby and Christina, and was intoxicated by the vision of my friend holding the narrow hips of her young lover while eagerly kissing and licking, and sucking Chrissys pretty, bare pussy. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have held my attention the way my Mary, my Mommy, was eating my little girl pussy. I closed my eyes and became lost in the pleasure my dear lover was extracting from my body. I was awash in the sticky, slick sounds of women loving women, and I never wanted to leave. The aroma of the room was the most sensual, sexual perfume ever. It was humid, and hot, and musky, and pungent, and soft, and wanting, and needful; a smell that cannot, nor could not, be recreated anywhere but where women make love together. It was an aroma of sweet clover honey, salty female desire, sticky humid lust, and sweaty swelling passion; a scent so unique in its essence that the finest spa would pay billions to include it in a repertoire of sensual therapy. I was lost forever in my glassy-eyed haze of desire for this lesbian fantasy come true. Mary loved my pussy in ways that I could not image. I lost all sense of time and place as my lover pleasured me with her delightful mouth. I felt my dear Mommy slowly insert a finger into my opening, not a rough fucking, but just placing her delicate, slender finger inside me. It felt as though she were searching, but for what I didnt know. Suddenly she moved her mouth and tongue onto my clitoris. She started rubbing a spot inside my vagina that I didnt know existed...it felt as though my little clitty was being massaged from inside and out. Ohhhhh Maaarrryy, I sighed heavily, its so, sooo good. She briefly separated her mouth from my pussy, Come for Mommy little Katie. I want to taste all of you, she breathed, as she returned her magical mouth to my flower. She gently rubbed her fingertip inside me while using her soft, warm tongue and lips to incite my clitoris towards its full sexual potential. My hips were involuntarily rising to meet her practiced onslaught of my soul. I felt myself building, and building, and building towards a type of release I had never known. I grabbed my Marys hands in my own and repeatedly called out her name, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary... My dear teacher knew when to be gentle and when to apply pressure. She led me over the edge with her insistent finger and her awe-inspiring mouth. Maarrryyyy I love you, I shouted, not caring who heard, or what implications my statement of fact would draw. At that very moment, at that very time, I loved this woman for what she had done to me and what she was teaching me. For the first time in my life I felt my juice pulse from my body. My insatiable lover lapped-up every morsel and was poised for more. I gave her everything she desired and that I was physically able to give. I moaned, groaned and sighed through the most satisfying climax in the forty-two years of my life. Certainly, a new bar was set for my perception of sexual satisfaction. I reluctantly pushed my lovers head away from my tender parts as I sighed and mewled my contentment. Slowly, dreamily, I opened my eyes and invited Mary into my arms. Her face visibly coated in my essence, I welcomed her warm, gentle kisses. We hugged tightly and closely as my body returned from the highest heights of sexual bliss. Wow Kate, you really know how to cum, Shelbys voice interrupted my peaceful embrace. Look at Marys face Mommy...I think Katie flooded her, was Chrissys reaction to my first womanly licking. Mary briefly lifted her head and said, Oh shush you two...why dont you go lick a cunt or something. Then everybody, including me started giggling. Taking Marys advice, my friends went back to their own pleasurable activities, as evidenced by that renewed sounds of lips smacking lips, moans meeting moans, and intermittent verbal expletives of: yes, yes, yes; eat it you nasty girl; and give me your cunt cream Mommy. While Shell and Chrissy worked towards fulfilling their needs, Mary and I snuggled and kissed in the big, comfortable leather chair. Katie darling, my dear teacher started, you know that I care for you? hmm hhhmmm, yes Mary, I responded from somewhere between Mars and Jupiter. She hugged me closer. I could feel her warm breath on my scalp as she nuzzled into me. I...I...youre wonderful Kate. So delicious and so wonderful, this was the first time I heard Mary hesitate. Could she be as emotionally attracted to me as I was to her? I love you Mary, I stated as I pulled slightly away from my dearest to look at her lovely, shining face, hoping that my reaffirmation of my newly realized desire would lead her away from hesitating. My life was filled with hesitant, non-committed lovers, and I wanted so much more from this woman who had already laid claim to my very being. Mary pulled back and grasped my upper arms, and with a very serious, very determined look of her face made her proclamation to me, Kate, this is my first time as a Mommy, but I really have enjoyed it so far. I think Ive found a soul mate in you, but it would ruin me if I said things now that you may reject at the end of our weekend. Kate, Im falling in love with you. Dont hold back Mary, my Mommy...please, dont hold back, I softly pleaded She knew instantly what I needed at that very moment as we hugged and hugged. Tenderly kissing one another and softly whispering I love you into each others ears. We both heard the rise and fall, peaks and valleys of Shelby and Chrissy in their mutual lesbian love making. Mary and I continued to hold each other closely as we watched first Shell, and then Christina reach climax. They slowly parted and embraced one another in the tender embrace of true lovers; showering the other with light, soft kisses and warm endearment. I was so at peace with myself at that moment, lying in the arms of my female lover while watching my dear friend and her lover express their affection for the other. As I casually watched Shelby and Chris I thought how completely wonderful this genesis of my sexuality was. I thought about how lucky I was to meet a woman like Mary. I thought that this was my true realization of fantasy for woman-to-woman love. It clarified all the foggy parts from my dreams, and was so much better than I could have imagined. I wanted to spend the remainder of my days with my head between Marys thighs. ----End Part IV of GFBM----- And who says suburbia is a cultural wasteland. [email protected] Copyright 2002 Anonymous, Arlington VA USA __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Faith Hill - Exclusive Performances, Videos & More http://faith.yahoo.com

Nick Vander Rise of the Silver Prince Summary Boy, the trophy-boy slave of a notorious modified sex slave trader accidently kills his Master and is forced to run away with his loyal attendant slave. On their journey they meet the Silver Street Boys, a gang of ragtag runaway slaves who have carved themselves a new life of depravity in the slums of Boreal City. With the authorities hot on their tails the boys go from one sexcapade to another in the hope of finding a new life. Characters (so far) Boy (13yo), Slave, Trophy-Boy of Markus Warrington Nurse (12yo) Slave, Nephew of Markus Warrington Markus Warrington (58yo) Owner of Warrington Enterprises Boy Emporium Arnold Gleeson (43yo) Governor of Boreal City Category & Story codes BOY-SLAVE STORY/future Mtb - SLAVE non-cons/cons oral anal mod Disclaimer If you are under the legal age of majority in your area or have objections to this type of expression, please stop reading now. If you don't like reading stories about men having sex with boys, why are you here in the first place? This story is the complete and total product of the author's imagination and a work of fantasy, thus it is completely fictitious, i.e. it never happened and it doesn't mean to condone or endorse any of the acts that take place in it. The author certainly wouldn't want the things in this story happening to his character(s) to happen to anyone in real life. It is just a story, ok? One - The Trophy Boy A fresh batch of slaves was lined up ready for inspection by Markus Warrington, a grey haired veteran trainer and owner of Warrington Enterprises Boy Emporium, the biggest and most favoured Slave trader in the entire super-state and probably the entire world. Boys were always sold into the sex slave market; ever since the last war and the reform of government a few centuries ago had ripped up old notions of right and wrong. If you could afford it you could have it. The most carnal desire to have the most beautiful creatures at your beck and call had followed the paths the ancients themselves followed, it had turned to the male youths of our world to entertain and please the rich people of the world. These slaves already knew what they were destined for. It was no secret that Master Markus purchased batches of slaves to turn them into sex toys. Markus Warrington was proud of his work and would often parade around the streets in his open-top cruiser parading his trophy-boy. As little as fifty years ago this would have been considered bad taste, but these days there was no age of consent for slaves, they were property, owned in every sense of the word. It was up to treat them as they did any other possession. Some of the boys end up in government service; a tribute to the people that allow slaving to take place. While satisfying and feeding the people in power, his monopoly kept the Emporium fed with government grants for modification advancements. Many of the modifications that started out on slaves would end up being sold in Warrington Enterprise Cosmetic Boutiques, such as youth enhancing drugs and sexual performance boosters. Master Markus Warrington stepped up to the slaves who had already been stripped of clothing and were stood in the artificial lighting of the indoctrination room, quivering with fear. There were five of them in total, the youngest about seven and the eldest looked about sixteen. The youngest had to be grown a bit first before he could be used. The sixteen year old was usually older than he liked them as reversing puberty was often trickier than stopping from happening in the first point. He approached the eldest boy. "You, slave, how did you get here?" The sixteen year old was visible shaking . "I was..." He stammered. "I was caught stealing bread." "Sir." Markus corrected firmly, but quietly. "Sorry, Sir." The boy lowered his head. "What is your sexual status?" Markus looked at him sternly, expecting an answer. "I don't know what you mean." The boy replied his eyes darting around the room, looking for some hint of an answer. Markus slapped the boy on the thigh leaving a red hand print. "I don't know what you mean, SIR." The boy bit back a tear. "I don't know what you mean, Sir." He emphasised the 'sir' at the end. "Gay, straight, boy-lover? Virgin? Frigid? Your status, slave." Markus barked at the boy like a drill instructor would look down on a troublesome recruit. "Straight, Sir." He puffed his chest out, his confidence boosting momentarily. Maybe he might get to serve some women instead of the men he was expecting Master Markus to send him to. "Not a virgin, sir." "Oh a ladies boy I see." Markus grinned and stepped back. "See yourself as a ladies boy." Master Markus turned on his heels and said to the young teenager slave that was holding a digital notepad, "As of this point, your name will now be..." Markus paused for thought and looked at his attendant slave who was a few feet behind him clutching at a data pad. "Boy, what shall we call him?" The harsh edge to Markus' voice was gone. Boy was a veteran slave that had been with Master Markus for six years. Boy was his trophy-boy, a boy that he had chosen to be his own personal slave and be a shining example of what Warrington Enterprises Boy Emporium could produce. All of Master Markus' slaves were named after their duty while they were under his property. It is a slave master's prerogative to name their own slaves. For Master to ask another slave to name a slave was an ultimate humility for the slave being named. The rest of his life was being determined by someone who only lived to give sexual pleasure to his Master. Boy thought for a moment, his eyes locked on his Master's eyes. "Virgo, Master." The boy said quickly and sharply. Master Markus laughed loudly. "Excellent choice, Boy. Mark him down as such." Boy nodded, barely suppressing his beam of pride as he tapped the information onto his pad. "Okay, slave." He turned to the sixteen year old boy. "You will be known as Virgo." He told the slave. "And as the Latin language dictates you will be stripped of your masculinity. You will not need these..." He grabbed the slave's scrotum and gave a squeeze, sending pain shooting through the slaves' body. The sixteen year old slave screamed in pain. "Boy," He said back to his attendant slave, letting go of the boys balls. "Mark him down for processing for Emporium East." Emporium East was a niche brothel that vended specialised males. There was a current fashion in the Eastern sectors for boys with vaginas. It wasn't Markus's idea of a good taste but he had to provide merchandise to where the demand lies. Master Markus moved onto the next slave a younger boy of about seven years old. "Oh now you are a wonderful purchase." The small slave was blubbing openly and Master Markus rubbed the boys naked tummy. "How about you, have you ever had sex before?" "No, Sir." The boy squeaked and shook his head, trying his best to hold back the tears. The little slave was a fast learner. Markus nodded. "I see." He grasped the boy's face and turned it left and then right getting a good luck at the child's features. "Yes, you will be very popular." He nodded as he spoke, "Boy," He shouted back over his shoulder. "This one is Gold. Put him down for the standard package. He's going to bring in a lot of money. He goes to Emporium Central." Markus crouched down to Gold's level and said quietly to him. "Because I like you, you may ask one question of me." The small slave looked at the Master and managed to find his voice. "Will men put their things in me?" Gold's voice was barely a whisper. Markus stood up, reasserting and gave out a belt of deep laughter. "Of course, little Gold. You will have the 'things' of many men in you and it will hurt, at first, but like many boys before you, you'll be craving it in no time." The next boy ion the line was only just taller than Boy. He might have only been a year older It was hard to tell with Boy's youthful modifications. What caught Markus' attention was the erection that was jutting out from the boy. "You." Markus said as he left Gold standing there to mull his fate over in his head. "You get off on watching other boys get humiliated?" "No, Sir." She boy shook his head. "You are a liar too." Markus shoved his face right up to the boy's nose. "I know your type." He said. "You're the type that would fuck little Gold there while his parents weren't looking, or perhaps, with them looking?" The boy remained silent hoping that by not answering was the right thing to do. Master Markus held his hand out behind him and Boy jumped into action, handing him the Pad. Markus flicked a few buttons. "Oh look." He said matter-of-factly. "Your psychological profile here says you are a little homo." The boy's eyes closed in shame. "It says here, you were a street kid that got caught forcing oral rape on other boys." Markus tapped at the pad. The slave was speechless. "You are to be named Mouth." Markus jabbed the new name into the pad. "Boy, come here." Master pointed to the spot in front of the newly named Mouth. Boy moved into position. "Mouth!" The Master commanded. "Suck off Boy." Mouth took in a quick gasp of air. It was obvious that the boy was shocked that he had to do something so submissive right here and right now. "Do it right now, or you are of no use to me. You will nullified, sealed and sent off to the bargain bin, but not before I take my anger out on you." Master jabbed a finger at Mouth, the anger visibly building in his eyes. Mouth looked at Boy in front of him. The boy called Boy was hard, but then he had walked into the room hard, walking right beside the Master. Boy was naked as all the slaves where. The only real difference was a chord tied around Boy's waist and three metallic letters threaded onto the thin chord that spelled, BOY. He looked at Boy's face and knew instantly that it was his type of boy he would usually bribe and coerce into sucking his dick in the park. It was what had got him caught in the first place, but there he was, about so go down on this boy. He had to do it; he didn't want to know what the alternative for him was. He knelt down and faced Boy's erection. The erection bobbing in front of him was surprisingly alluring and inviting. Mouth had never felt such strange attraction before. He studied the erection some more and drank in the exotic aroma this boy exuded. Boy's penis wasn't overly sized. It was a comfortable five inches long by just over one inch wide. There were a number of veins coursing down the side of the peach-white shaft that had skin that was so smooth it diffused the light that touched it. His eyes followed the beautiful erection from the smooth, hairless base along the fleshy tube to where the skin just gently rolled over the glans, exposing just a bit of the head, which was a slightly darker pink and shone brightly with its moist tip that ended in a bead of precum just in front of the frenulum. "You like it, don't you." Master said down to the kneeling boy, his voice a calm whisper. "You like the smell, the aroma, how it looks and that you want to pleasure it with your tongue." He didn't know why, but Mouth nodded. "Then suck it." Mouth pushed his own head forward and engulfed Boy's erection who gasped in pleasure as his member was thrust into a warm cavity. While it may been the first time he had sucked a cock, what he made up for in lack of skill, he made up for in enthusiasm. Boy could feel the tongue dart around his foreskin trying to get every last drop of the artificial pheromone that Boy secreted. It was designed to arouse and excite whoever was close enough to catch it in his breath. Mouth moved off the main shaft and started to lick down under Boy's balls towards the perineum, which was directly covering the location where the pheromone gland was installed. It was placed in this particular spot so all that was required to get another boost of the wonderfully alluring fragrance was to press the gland, and in response it would cause blissful muscle contractions in the boy to help pump this fluid through the shaft. Boy had been left aroused without release for too long and he gasped just as Mouth was raking his tongue back up his silky shaft and his balls lifting ready to unload their contents. Boy came, hard. Two huge jets of boy cum were splattered on Mouth's face before Master Markus stepped in and roughly shoved Mouth's oral orifice over the erupting geyser with his right hand. Boy could shoot enough fluid to fill a cup, especially after being denied a climax for four hours before hand. With his left hand he reached behind Boy and shoved three fingers into his anal passage and pressed hard down on the boys prostrate, creating more a more forceful ejaculation. Boy closed his eyes in pleasure as he began to grunt while his penis unloaded its enhanced contents. Mouth began to gag, he swallowed as much as he could but he couldn't swallow fast enough and coughed the syrupy liquid up into his nasal cavity forcing the goo out of his nose. The erupting penis subsided and was now just throbbing out small dribbles, but the hand on the back of his head was still there, forcing him to suck and lick the member some more. Mouth had tasted his own cum before, but this wasn't what he expected cum to taste like. It was the amount that really amazed him. He had heard of the boys being modified, but could they actually adjust a boy so that he could cum as much as this kid was pumping down his throat. "Clean it." Markus said taking his hand off the back of Mouth's head and pulling his hand from inside Boy's ass. "You too!" He offered his hand to Boy who sucked each of the fingers clean. There was no faecal matter on the fingers; it was just boy-lube that was created naturally by the boy's modified rectum. With the combination of an internal sphincter that could hold back any unpleasantness the entire first section of the colon could be kept clean enough to eat your dinner out of, which wouldn't be beyond Master's realms of possibilities. Mouth willingly cleaned the cock as best as he could, considering his mouth was still swamped with Boy's ejaculation he managed to get his tongue around the foreskin in a strange need to get every bit of this nectar inside him. "Ok enough." Markus said. "Stand up." He ordered. "You have just had a sample of what you will be doing for the rest of your life." He pressed something on the Pad again. "Boy, clean him up." Instantly Boy started to lick his own juices from Mouth's face, something that he clearly enjoyed doing as his eyes were closed and he was not licking with purpose, but licking with the purpose of seduction. He licked over his brow and removed the place where he had struck him with the first squirt, then he moved down licking the dribbles from his cheeks before swiping over his nose, over the nostrils where the boy had coughed up his cum. There was no doubt a bit of Mouth's own snot in there, but like a good slave, he carried on. He had ingested worse over the course of his slave training. By the time Boy had finished cleaning Mouth's face and chest of his own cum Markus had already completed the naming ceremony. The two other boys had been named Whistler and Spelunker. Whistler, a blond fourteen year old was named because he had a distinct lisp and was sent off to be feminised. Spelunker was a mess. He had sunken eyes and a look that told you he had given up hope on life. Master Markus had bought this slave as a debt to a competitor who was struggling with his business. The boy was used as a rag doll under his previous employment and was pretty much ruined for the use of casual sex. Spelunker's flaccid and tired looking penis hung limp and shrivelled at a paltry three inches for a fifteen year old. The main reason for his desperate sale was that for the last three years he was used by an anal fetishist. Spelunker's anal entrance hung loose and slack after years of uncontrolled anal stretching. Master Markus had surgeons who could return the boy back to full health and even restore some of the original appearance to his back entrance, but it would never again be tight enough to contain an man's' erection. The worn out boy was going to be assigned to a special branch of Warrington Enterprises after he had been properly trained, which would make sure that he had all the relevant modification so that he could finally sexually enjoy taking large objects into his rectum. Master Markus sent off the newest slaves to start their biological modifications and ordered the room clear. That was when Boy noticed the extra slave in the room. He was naked just like a normal Slave, but didn't have any identifying chord around his waist. "Boy," Master Markus said softly, physically relaxing now that he was out of the spotlight and felt that he didn't need to keep up his usual appearance of a tough slave master. "This is my Nephew." He pointed to the naked boy. "My sister got into financial trouble." Master Markus said in a sigh and beckoned the boy over. "He's now a slave?" Boy asked cocking his head to one side, relaxing now he was back in private hands. He knew of the divide in his Masters family. He knew that Master hated his sister after she had tried to claim ownership of half his company by right of blood. She failed to account for the Masters' government contacts. "That's right." He said simply. "His mother hired an assassin to strike me down and take the business for herself. She nearly succeeded and was only stopped by a noble sacrifice. Fingers was the one who jumped in front of the bullet." Fingers had been one of the Master's best slaves. He was named because he had long fingers that could get into the most exquisite places and pleasure you until you came. His main duty was looking after the boys at Markus' mansion, cleaning up after them and changing the sheets. He hadn't been seen in a number of months. It was common knowledge that Fingers had died, but that was months ago. He was never told the reason, but slaves don't generally ask about sensitive things like that. Even Boy, who had the relationship with Master Markus to be able to get away with more. "Then..." Boy began. "He's already been processed." Boy stated. "Smart Boy." Master grinned and tousled Boy's hair. "That's right, I struck a deal with the courts and took her son. My nephew." He beckoned his nephew over and stood him in front of Boy. "Boy, meet my former nephew. He will now be known as Nurse." "Is he going to take Fingers' place?" He asked not really liking the idea. "Not at all. Nurse is yours. Well, technically mine, and I would be sampling his skills when I feel the desire to, but I will assign him to you and your wellbeing." Master grinned a wide smile as he presented the boy to Boy. "What can he do?" Boy asked Master. It was frowned upon to speak directly to a slave when his Master was controlling the conversation. "He's a prototype tendering boy. Similar to the pheromone gland behind your scrotum, Nurse has extra saliva glands that emit either a healing or a relaxation salve. Depending on the requirement you need, like sometimes both are useful for torn muscles. He can relax the muscle as well as heal the pain. Quite ingenious." Boy looked at Nurse. "Wow, that's kinda cool." "He also has the standard package installed." He patted both the boys on the shoulders and handed Boy the pad. "I'll leave you two to get acquainted. Don't stay up too late." He left the room and left them alone. The standard package, as it was called at the Emporium, as a series of routine operations that prepared a boy for the rigours of life as a sex slave. This consisted of a boy-lube gland inside the skin of the rectum to keep it slick and ready as well as the aforementioned internal sphincter that a boy had to learn to control. It wasn't hard to control, it was naturally clamped shut and only forcing and holding it open could allow the insertion of the cleaning tube which extracted the faecal matter. There was no simple going to the toilet for a slave. The tube would work its scientific magic and clean the boys out properly. Secreted boy-lube kept the rectum from damage during prolonged use, it was even sharing nerves with the prostrate so when it was stimulated it would produce more boy- lube making a harder and sustained fucking more pleasurable for the client and less painful for the slave. One might think that the concern for the slave was needlessly touching, but being able to keep a slave in working order longer meant for better profits. Also as a part of the standard package was the removal of the gag reflex. This was a simple chemical injection into the spinal cord which destroyed the nerves that would trigger the reflex. Boy's modifications were more specialised than just a simple standard package. As Mouth found out the gland under the skin of his perineum sent a drug through the pores of his penis and would attract anyone within twelve inches of his penis' head to lavish attention on the glistening member that was always ready and willing to accept some love. That was another of his special modifications. Master was always fond of Boy's penis when it stood out and as such, back when he was seven Master had the modification done on him that would deny puberty altogether, while setting his penile maturity to that of an average fifteen year old. He had also modified his hormones so that he was permanently aroused. His arousal wasn't just the cause of his permanent erection though, the result was he was constantly horny and on the constant lookout for sex or relief. At first it was pretty obscene to see a seven year old boy with a penis that should have belonged on a fifteen year old boy, let alone having it jutting out at a perfect right angle from his body constantly dripping seminal fluid wherever he went. A lot of training was needed to get him to stop rutting everything he saw. Master soon after start to train him for anal use to try to get him to stop trying to stick his dick into everything he saw with an opening. It was a big mistake, or surprising good fortune, depending on your point of view. The result was Boy was now a horn dog. Anal sex was his thing now and if it looked like it could go up his ass it would. He remembered hearing the boy, back in his ninth year crying inside his dorm. The boy had tried to put one of the older boys dildo's into his ass but it was slightly bigger than he was expecting. The dildo shot inside him and his ass had closed around the object. Master had run into the room and Boy had tried to act like nothing had happened. The steady stream of cum dribbling out of the boy's penis was a giveaway as well as the muffled buzzing sound coming from his insides. The relationship between Boy and Master wasn't a normal one. Master actually cared for Boy, and Boy cared for him back. He knew though, that when others were around Boy had to be the perfect slave. He had to be ready to take punishment for rule breaking just like Master does to the others; it would be bad for him to be seen to be being nice to a slave, even if the slave was his trophy boy. Boy looked at Nurse and then down at the pad. "So you're going to keep me safe." Boy said calmly. "Yes Sir." Nurse said with practised ease. "Don't call me sir." Boy shook his head. "Call me Boy, that's my name. I'm also a slave." "I understand." Nurse said and nodded in a military way. "No you don't." Boy said and smiled warmly. "I know you have probably been through a lot with all your surgery and stuff but you have to know one thing about us slaves here." He held his arms out to indicate a large area. "We are all in the same boat. We help each other out when we can." "Oh." Nurse blinked in embarrassment. Boy chuckled. "Oh well I didn't mean exactly that, but yeah it still counts. Not too much though, and you never let the master know this." Nurse smiled a little now. Boy had it down to a tee; you let them in on a little secret and it makes them feel a little more welcome. It was rehearsed though, but it did the trick. "Is it really true you can't lose your boner?" Nurse looked down at the velvety steel rod of Boy's boyhood. "Yeah, well there was this once, after I was hit by a cruiser. Blood everywhere and I don't think there was even enough left to lift it." Boy mimicked blood spurting out his chest. "They patched me up though, no scars and all. Spike through my chest, like a vampire." Nurse cringed at the mental picture. "That's wrong." "Well it wasn't on purpose. It was a head on collision, but then I shouldn't have been giving master head at the time." Boy shrugged and Nurse laughed. "Let me guess, you came straight over the hood." Nurse joked and Boy chuckled. "Something like that." He patted the boy on his shoulder. "So... how are you finding the modifications? Feel weird huh?" "Yeah, the saliva is kinda neat though. I have to be careful though. While I am resistant to it, it can make me really tired. The worst thing that will take some time getting used to is this thing they put in my ass." Nurse reached round and tugged at butt-cheek. "It constantly feels wet, like I've shit myself." Boy laughed again. Instead of replying he casually leaned around him and with both hands pulled apart Nurse's ass cheeks and peered inside. "Looks normal to me." Boy said and promptly inserted a finger into the hole all the way up to the last knuckle. "Hey!" Nurse objected and backed away. "Should you be doing that?" He looked at Boy who was holding his finger out. The finger was glistening with the coating of boy-lube that was on it. "Get used to it." Boy grinned. "Master is fond of boy ass and due to this stuff," He wiggled his slickened finger. "A boy's ass is fair game in the dorms; especially the newest slave." He pursed his lips in apology. "It's the slave hierarchy. The slaves that have been there the longest get fuck rights over the newbie slaves. Basically, the newest slave has to give his ass to anyone who wants it." "So you're saying I'm gonna get fucked by everyone and I get to fuck nothing?" Nurse sounded put out. "Nah." Boy shook his head "Not all the boys are tops. Some of them hate it. You might get some of them asking you to fuck them or a rim-job. You aren't the newest either. Those five are the newest, they've not even been under the knife yet." He jabbed the thumb of his dry hand towards the doors that the new slaves had exited the room from. "Rim job?" Nurse sounded particular repulsed by the idea. "Don't knock it." Boy said and looked at the slick finger that he was still holding in the air. "See your ass juice?" "Yeah?" Boy took a long lick of his finger and took the boy-lube coating off one side of his finger. "Eww, that's just gross." Nurse wrinkled his nose. Boy just smiled. "No it's not. Each boy has a unique flavour. Yours is kind of sweet. It's perfectly safe, you've had your shots, we all have. Its best to taste your own before you are forced to taste others." Nurse stepped forward, curious but apprehensive. Nurse heard a patting sound and looked down. Boy's erection was dripping onto the floor. "You're getting turned on by this aren't you?" Nurse said looking down at the erect penis. "I'm always turned on, but yeah I am finding this incredibly sexy." Boy too looked down at his erection. "It's my job to tender to you." Nurse admitted to himself. "Yeah that's what master said." Boy confirmed, subdued. "Then I need to do as he says and do my job to the best of my ability." Nurse took a deep breath, decidedly resolute in his decision. He leaned towards Boy's half slick finger and swiped his tongue along the side that was still slick with his own juice. He had expected it to taste like shit. As he got closer to it he realised it was odourless, but as he scooped the juice onto his tongue he realised that it was a mix of saltiness and sweetness at the same time. It wasn't unpleasant; it wasn't exactly maple syrup either though, but he could live with it, especially if he was going to be seeing a lot more of it. "See what did I tell you?" Boy grinned inanely. "Now mine." Nurse looked at Boy's other finger which had nothing on. He got the idea, he had to get it himself. He positioned himself behind Boy and readied himself for his first glimpse of another boy's butt; in real life anyway. He'd seen pictures on the net of slave processing so he knew what an unprocessed asshole looked like. When he was told he was to be given and processed by his uncle he had made sure he knew what to expect. He wished he hadn't, although now here he was about to compare those images to a real slave. The difference wasn't that much. Boy's hole was bigger and it had a shine to the edge of the pale sphincter. Nurse assumed it was the result of the boy-lube that felt like he hadn't wiped properly after a wet shit. A strange sensation suddenly started to wash over him. He wanted to put his face closer to the boy's lower areas; it was an inexplicable desire that was compelling him forward. Nurse's tongue flicked out and made contact with the pale flesh as his tongue took a long swipe at the puckered skin, taking most of the seeped boy lube with it. Boy gasped and stepped forward. Nurse blinked back into control and stood up to only to have his right hand pulled around to Boy's front and placed on his erection. "Do it." Boy started Nurse's hand jerkin him off and Nurse got the idea and started jerking the hard tube of flesh. There was seminal liquid leaking out all over Nurse's hand as Boy's breathes became quicker and quicker. A few minutes later Boy shot all over the floor. It wasn't as big as the load he shot into the new slave, but it was still impressive for a boy of thirteen. Nurse lifted his hand off Boy's cock once the dribbling had stopped and realised that his own boner was sticking into Boy's back. "Sorry." Boy said. "I didn't realise you would be so sensitive to the pheromone from behind." Boy turned around and held Nurse's sticky hand in his own two hands. "It's okay. I was surprised, but I didn't mind. It makes my job easier I suppose." He smiled back at Boy. "You were right though, you do taste different, you have a lighter taste, almost fruity but with less sugar." "And this?" He brought his hands that were wrapped around Nurse's cum slicked hand to Nurse's nose. Nurse had more courage now and lapped his tongue at Boy's ejected fluids. "Oh wow." Nurse exclaimed as he tasted the wetness. "That's not normal sperm is it?" "Nah, I don't think there are any swimmers in there." Boy chuckled. Nurse took another tongue swipe at the liquid on his hand. "So how do you make this?" "It's a mixture of normal seminal fluid and a bit of that pheromone that it picks up on the way. In the absence of swimmers, Master wanted me to be able to give a treat to the other slaves." "Like giving the Mouth guy a hosing." "Yep like the Mouth guy." Smiled Boy. "But there is one drawback to cumming that much in one go. It makes me thirsty as hell. Let's go get something to drink." Boy grabbed Nurse's hand and ran through a door out of the Slave parade room, both of them with erections bobbing up and down as they left the room. There was a bit of a mess on the floor where fluids had been spilled, but the cleaner boys were used to cleaning up fluids. Two - On Duty Three months later... "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to BeautiCon," The amplified voice rang out over the open air arena. "Today's event has been sponsored by Warrington Enterprises, who currently have a boutique situated in the main compound for instant age reduction therapy. For those of you with more particular tastes there is a modification gallery located in the servitude quarter of the main compound. Please note that credit checks are being taken at the Warrington refreshment tent. Thank you and enjoy your stay." BeautiCon was a long standing convention where anyone interested in the beauty of humankind would go and witness the latest youth reduction techniques or the preview cutting edge body modifications. The most popular section of the convention was the Servitude hall which in itself was separated into smaller sections. Around the edges of the hall were booths where equipment traders sold things from sex toys to muzzles and harnesses. Just inside, towards the centre were the various slave traders showcasing and sometimes selling their latest models. The largest of these was Warrington Enterprises Boy Emporium which not only had a section for previewing its finest selection of slaves but a clinic where you could bring in your own slave for a bit of treatment before you left him in the supervised slave paddock while you went into the recreation tent for refreshments. Slaves were not allowed inside the recreation tent. The recreation tent was a temporary structure erected inside the main servitude hall where people of good credit would be allowed entry. It was a most prestigious place as basically any boy wearing a bunny-suit is free for use. There were few rules, but basically you was not to hurt a boy, and you could not use more than on per table. So if your bunny-boy was under the table servicing the guests, he could not very well go and get you drinks. Master Markus had just walked in through the main doors and was quickly making his way over to a table where a single gentleman was sitting. Boy was quickly following just behind him like a good slave. He was wearing his collar today, as it was a visual warning to the visitors to the recreation tent that this was the sponsors boy and was not to be touched. "Governor Gleeson!" Master Markus held his hand out in greeting as he strode towards the man. Gleeson stood up, smiled and returned the hand shake. Both men sat down while Boy knelt obediently down on the floor next to the cushioned bench seat. "Mister Warrington, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." "Indeed, I have been eager to meet you in person." Markus looked around for a server. "I would get you a drink, but it would seem that we're a boy short." Markus was about to order Boy to get some drinks when he spotted his table's Bunny-boy which was identifiable by the table number on the boys shoes. The boy was dressed in the standard bunny costume which was a black leather crop-top that clung to the skin with a white bow tie on the neck. Everything below the ribs was naked until his feet, which were clad in white socks and black shoes with the table number on. On his head was a set of pert bunny ears to finish the look. "Boy Nine." He commanded loudly. The boy looked around for the sound of the voice and when he saw Master Markus, he quickly and sheepishly walked over to the table and bowed his head. "This boy is sorry sir. He got lost, sir." He said solemnly. Markus glanced down to the boy's genitalia. The penis was red and raw and still half hard. Just behind the scrotum he could see a liquid that was making its way down the boys thighs. "Turn around." Markus told the boy. The boy turned around and noticed that the boy's ass was leaking a lot of cum. He pried the cheeks apart and saw the angry red hole, slick with boy-lube and what looked like a number of different loads of semen leaking out of it. "You've had a busy night." Markus said releasing the boys cheeks. "Yes sir, the last table was particularly charged up." The boy said. "Boy here will clean you up, then you may take a half hour off, we will not require your services." Boy had already jumped into action. As soon as Markus had returned to his guest Boy pried the bunny-boy's cheeks apart and started to clean the boy up. "So Governor, you are after my boys, and I want your money." Markus smiled warmly. "Ah! Straight to business then Mister Warrington." Governor Gleeson retuned the smile. "Yes, I am after a specially modified boy who can facilitate my partner's and my own particular tastes." "A custom order, that's fine. Depending on your tastes it might take a bit of time to get the boy set up. What did you have in mind?" Markus pulled out a pad and tapped it into life. "Well Henry and I have this thing for large penetration." The Governor seemed pretty embarrassed by this admission. "We thought about personal modification, but we both preferred to give it than to actually damage our bodies for each other. The simple option was to get a slave that could not only assist us both in our sex lives but also help around the house." Master Markus nodded knowingly. "Ah, yes. More common than you might think actually." He tapped some thoughts into the pad. "Okay, how large of a penetration are we talking about? Depth, width?" Boy number nine whimpered and was arching his back as Boy was drilling his tongue into the boys rear entrance. Markus just smiled at the find work his boy was doing to the bunny-boy. "Well how wide can you go, and not damage their normal activities?" The Governor squirmed in his seat knowing that a slave was sucking out the ass of another slave right next to their table. "The limit is the musculature and bone structure of the boy. If you want to go above four inches across we will need to restructure the boy's rear muscles and pelvis, meaning he will find it hard to sit and walk. Up to four inches is possible with training and the standard package installed." "Four inches will be fine." The Governor nodded. "How deep can penetration go?" "We recommend not going into the small intestine as complications can occur, we have toys that can do around the corners; although if you are looking at about twenty inches we can recommend colon straightening." "That would be nice, a straight run makes for a harder fuck." The Governor laughed and adjusted his penis under his pants. "Absolutely." Markus tapped some more thoughts into his pad. "Okay so ages?" "Not too young, the age of your boy there is perfect for our tastes. Or would you recommend younger so we can get the extra product life?" "Thirteen will be fine if that's what you want. We can hold back puberty indefinitely if you want. But if you have a few million spare you might be interested in the presentation that will take place in a few minutes up on the stage." He nodded towards the raised stage area that was clear of tables and people. "Oh?" The Governor's eyes perked up. "You have a new product on the line?" "Something like that, watch and see." Boy was licking down the bunny-boys legs now, clearing up the last trickles of the guests cum. "Boy," Markus tapped Boy on the bum. "Let's get the reason for this party started." Boy stopped his administrations and stood up. "Off you go number nine." Markus waved away the bunny-boy and gave his temporary farewell to the Governor. Boy licked his lips clean and followed his Master up onto the stage and stood at attention while Master Markus secured a microphone onto his jacket lapel. Markus cleared his throat and the sound boomed across the tent. "Gentlemen." He announced and noticed a woman in one of the booths with her crotch buried in a boy's face. He internally grimaced, if it wasn't for the money, women would be barred from his functions. "And ladies" He added. "As usual every BeautiCon I release a new product into the market. Last year's wonderful release was altering a boy's sexual orientation through neurological manipulation, but this year's release is going to be something much bigger than that." Many people in the tent stopped what they were doing to direct their attention on the highlight news of the day. Master Markus up on the stage placed his hand on the back of Boy's head. "My prized slave here is the first human to have this modification ever." He paused for effect. "No it's not his feminine features or his silvery blond hair, or even his ability to recharge his sexual abilities in seconds, it is in fact that in twenty, forty or even eighty years this boy will look exactly the same as he does now." Murmurings echoed throughout the tent as people speculated on what he had just said. "It's not as crude as conventional youth enhancing, it's much more complicated than that. This isn't skin deep, the whole body will remain a youthful thirteen year old forever, or until you decide for the boy to resume normal ageing." Again another pause to let this new information sink in. "So this is it gentleman, ladies. It is now official, we have located the ageing switch of humankind and we can now control it. Combined with our organ rejuvenating advances and practices a boy is quite literally immortal. You can now pass your boy down through your family and your descendants." Markus rubbed the nape of Boy's neck affectionately. He was proud of his prototype. "Naturally, I will now hand you over to our chief scientist who will take your questions. Thank you." Markus stepped down off the stage with Boy in tow. A far eastern man got up on stage and thanked Master Markus for his time and started the Q and A session while Markus walked back to the Governor. "Seriously?" Governor Gleeson asked excitedly. "Seriously." Markus replied proudly. "Thirty-Five million Dollars for you as you hold office." The Governors eyes went wide. "Thirty-five? That's a hell of a lot of money. How much if I was one of them?" He gestured to the rest of the room. "An even one hundred mill." He said flatly. "Wow. That's a lot of money... but thirty-five, I don't have that kind of money." The Governor rubbed his hand through his hair. "We can chalk up a finance deal, Governor." Let my office sort it out... that is if you want. "I'll have to talk to Henry about it, but I think we should be able to do something." He forced a grin. "Okay, in the meantime. I want you to enjoy my boy in the privacy booth over there." Markus motioned towards a curtained off area that had two naked and very large adult male slaves. They were convention bouncer-slaves. Their job was to prevent anyone from passing their guard point without the proper permission. The Governor looked at Boy and then back at Markus and grinned widely. "That is most generous of you, Mister Warrington." Boy offered his hand to the Governor who took it and was led by Boy pas the guards who just looked at Boy and nodded. Both Boy and Governor vanished behind the curtain. Boy pulled the curtain closed and stood in the middle of the small room lined with a soft encircling bench sofa. Gleeson was nervous. This was the boy of the infamous slave master Warrington, an immortal slave that could outlive everyone on the planet and his only duty was hard sordid sex, with him. "What would you have me do Master Gleeson, sir?" Boy asked softly and quietly. He didn't want to scare the man. "I'm going to fuck you." He said and started to strip off hurriedly. "Very good, Sir. Would you like me to wetten your rod first. Sir?" Boy offered. "If I want my dick sucked I will tell you to slave, now turn around and bend over the bench." Gleeson shucked the last of his clothes onto the bench and pushed Boy's shoulder about when the boy didn't turn around fast enough. Boy reluctantly bent over the bench and provided his rear to the Governor. "Trophy boys are still slaves , and remember that. Your master has given you to me for a short duration, and I will use my right to use that property. Gleeson lectured. He leaned forward, lined up his dick and shoved in into Boy's rear entrance fully in one stroke. Fortunately for Boy, his boy-lube had done its job and kept him ready as usual for unprepared penetration. Boy just rolled his eyes as he was buggered by yet another man who treated him like an orifice to dump his load into. Technically and legally speaking he was just that, and had been used as such many times before. Master fucked hard, much harder than this jerk was, but the difference was that Master cared for him. When master fucked Boy he would be fucked around the Masters' bedroom suite and it usually involved various contraptions and furnishings, then a few days recovering, if the master was particularly adventurous that night. That was Nurse's main job, so prepare him for those nights and help him recover afterwards. Gleeson's cock wasn't overly big or even that long, so the fucking wasn't really that satisfying. Boy was aroused, yes, but he was always horny and on the edge of orgasm. The fact that this man was boring in bed was causing Boy to imagine he was somewhere else entirely. A few minutes later Gleeson sighed and came inside him and pulled out. He thought this session was about to end when a couple of fingers entered his hole and swished about inside. This was a bit more interesting now. The fingers were withdrawn and pushed in front of Boy's face. He knew what to do and licked the slime off the fingers. Gleeson then pulled them back and pushed three fingers inside Boy's ass. Now Boy knew that the Governor was up to. He had overheard their conversation about large insertion. He hoped the Governor didn't want to go to four inches, he would need surgery after that. After more finger lickings and up to four fingers inserted, Boy was getting loose enough to try what he was expecting the Governor to do. Gleeson tucked his thumb into his hand and pushed. It wasn't the cautious push to make sure he didn't hurt the boy, it was a brutal shove that forced his hand inside Boy's rectum. "Hah, yeah." Gleeson beamed. "You feel that inside you, Slut?" Boy must admit he did like the full feeling and decided to fake the pain. He had been stretched before by bigger dicks than the Governors hand. Gleeson pushed his hand further into Boy's rectum and felt the prostrate rub against his arm. With is free hand, Gleeson reached around and grabbed the boy's dick and started to jerk it. It didn't take time for Boy to cum a large deposit all over Gleeson's hand and the floor. He expected the Governor to feed his cum to his mouth, but instead the Governor actually started licking Boy's cum off his fingers. This meant that Gleeson ingested some of the pheromone which would only increase his sexual need. As expected Gleeson flexed his hand inside Boys ass and then slid it out. The hand was glistening with boy-lube and ass juices. He pushed the hand back in with more ease this time and a bit faster. Within a short time he was pushing his fist in and out of the boy's hole with gusto. Gleeson had a party trick up his sleeve, he waited until Boy was about to come again when he was up this elbow in the boy and timed it just right. As the boy's muscles clenched for orgasm, Gleeson ripped his hand out of the boy. His insides didn't have chance to react and an inch section of the colon followed the man's hand creating a nice 'rosebud' Boy grunted and moaned, he had never prolapsed before during sex. It was strange to feel air on the insides of his ass as it was held open by his own innards. Gleeson started to flick and pat the tube of flesh sticking out of Boy's ass, before punch-fisting it back inside him. Boy came for a third and a fourth time in that event. What had turned out to be quite a dull affair turned into quite a revelation. He reminded himself to mention this to Master when they next explored different methods of sex. Gleeson had eventually got both of his hands inside the skilful young slave. The boys anal entrance was stretched tightly around the wrists of the Governor and it was more than a bit painful. It must have been a few hours later of fisting that the Governor had jerked off a few more times and then decided he was late for an appointment. Leaving Boy naked and still reeling after the effects of being double fist fucked the Governor had made Boy lick his arms clean and then he got dressed and left. A short while later Master Markus had entered the tent to find his Trophy Boy still bent over the bench, slick with sweat. Silently Markus rubbed at the boy's hole as it still hung open from the pounding it had just received. "It's an interesting form of sex isn't it?" Master said to Boy. "Uh huh." Boy said wearily. "I can still feel it, when I move it feels so good still that my legs go weak." Markus casually put his fingers in the boy's hole. "It's certainly wider than you've gone before." He commented. "Can you walk?" Markus grabbed the boy's upper arm and hoisted him to his feet. He felt him physically shudder from the sensation of his swollen ass rubbing against itself. A spurt of cum shot from his erection once again and landed on Master Markus' suited thigh. "Oh that's going to spoil a suit." He chuckled through his nose. "Come on, we're going home." Markus practically carried Boy all the way to the limo cruiser and pushed the boy inside before following him. As soon as they were inside the car took off with an electric hum. Also inside the car was Nurse, who looked at Boy in pity. "Nurse, tend to Boy will you." Markus said, but Boy would have none of it. "No master, can I have you inside me please?" Boy pleaded. Master Markus was aroused at the sight of Boy's used backside, and he knew Boy had seen his arousal. He couldn't punish his slaves own good observational skills. "Very well. But when you are feeling tired just get off." Markus said and unfastened his pants and lowered his pants to his ankles, exposing his penis. Master Markus didn't just modify his boy's for a better sex life. Master Markus had himself an augmented phallus. The hard member was still only a natural nine inches long, but the girth had been increased to two inches diameter. This was why Boy wanted it so bad; it was a chance for spontaneous sex with his master that normally needed some preparation. "Driver, put the roof down, we don't want heads bumping against the roof." Markus ordered and the roof folded over and tucked itself into the back compartment. Boy lifted himself up the required distance to sit on Master's cock and then while facing him, sat down on it in one stroke, all the way down to his balls. "Oh, my boy, you are not as tight as normal." Markus' eyes were closed, which meant that he was still enjoying it. "Nurse," He said with his eyes still closed and opened his legs wide. "Attend my balls." Nurse jumped up from his seat and then got down in between his Masters legs and started to give the balls a tongue bath as Boy bounced up and down on the full length of the erection. Nurse had to be careful that he didn't get his nose broken by Boy's enthusiastic bouncing as his need to get off was higher than ever, despite cumming a number of times a few hours ago. To one the car passed, it was clear what was going on. A naked and collared thirteen year old boy was riding the cock of a grey haired slaver in an open top limo. It was a hot sight especially as it was a main route where people from all walks of life strolled past with shopping, with their children and pets. There were a few slaves dotted about, but most of them would be at home by now recovering from the convention. Boy could feel Markus's thrusts get sharper and then he cummed, hard into Boy's guts. Boy clamped down on the cock as hard as he could with his overused ass muscles and then leaned in for an offered kiss with his master. It wasn't a peck on the lips, this was a full on lovers kiss with lots of spit. Nurse was still licking his Master's balls and now some of the leaked cum that was coming from the seal Boy's ass made around Masters cock. Much to Boy's surprise, Markus had stayed hard after cumming. "Master?" He leaned back and looked at him quizzically. Master Markus grinned back at him, knowingly. "A small dose of what we put in you has been developed for everyday use. Guess who trialled it?" Boy grinned widely. "So how long do we get to play for?" "I'm not sure, let's give it a test shall we?" The car pulled up onto the drive and the driver got out and opened the door for Master Markus to get out. He did, but his dick was still impaled inside Boy. Instead he picked Boy up, and hooked his hands behind his knees so the boy would stay impaled as he walked into the Mansion and up the stairs. Nurse duly followed; no doubt he would be needed to deal with this aftermath that wasn't going to end without pain from both people. Both from worn out cocks and over used rectums. Nurse prepared himself for a long night and sat outside the Masters bedroom until they had finished their fuck marathon. It was well into the night and Nurse could still hear the sounds of flesh slapping flesh. It would have been quite arousing had it been happening for hours. There would be a huge grunt of master Markus unloading followed by the higher pitched voice of Boy climaxing, then there would be a moment of heavy breathing before they started all over again and flesh would start banging against flesh again. Nurse was just starting to nod off to sleep when he heard a sound he hadn't heard yet tonight. It was a pained grunt. Much different than a sexual grunt, this one was dangerous. All noise stopped inside the room and it went deathly quiet. Nurse's instincts brought him to full wakefulness and the stood up and pressed his ear against the door. "Master?" Came Boy's worried call. "Master! Are you ok?" He tried again. Nurse took a chance and opened the main door. The scene before him wasn't really that surprising. Master was lying on his back with his cock impaled in Boy. There was no fucking, there was just Boy looking straight at their Master with shock and panic on his face. Master wasn't moving. Nurse ran over to the bedside but immediately his fear were realised. Master's face was silent and still, his open eyes staring blankly at nothing. He pressed his fingers against the man's neck. There was nothing. Master was dead. "Boy." Nurse turned his head towards to the trophy slave. "He's dead." "No." Boy whimpered. "He can't be. He was happy he was enjoying it! He can't die." "It's a heart attack I think." Nurse looked at his Masters empty eyes then turned to look at his friend. "He's dead, Boy. You can get off his cock now." Boy gasped in shock and leaned forward, pulling himself of his Masters cock. No, his former Masters' cock. "What are we going to do? Our master has died." Boy said and sniffed back a tear and rubbed his saw bum. "My mother will probably take over the company since there was no heir." Nurse said solemnly. "Will she free you?" "Hell no, she's an evil cow. That's why I didn't mind coming here so much. It was better than staying at home. Come on." Nurse held his hand out and Boy took it. "We've got bigger problems though." Nurse looked at the body on the bed, the glistening erection still pointing up at the ceiling. "I killed him." Boy started to cry. "I killed him by demanding sex from him. I'm a bad slave." "No, you are not. Master was a loving and kind slave, but he wouldn't have stood for any demands that he didn't agree with." Nurse consoled him. "However, we are slaves. The world's most prominent slave master died with two slaves. One was his long term slave and the other his evil sisters' son that might hold a grudge." "No it's not true..." Boy never finished his sentence. "The authorities won't care. We're just possessions and they will send us to the brothels or labour camps. Or at best, they'll rip you up and get your life preserving secrets now that it's public." Nurse pointed at Boy. Boy nodded. It was true, they were going to be blamed for his murder whether they argued the point or not. "We've got to run." Boy said wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. "We're two naked slaves. I might be able to blend in to the shadows, but you have a permanent hard on and you have one of the most recognised faces in the city. Every boy fucker is going to want a piece of you. We can't go out like this, and you need some rest. What was that five hours of bouncing up and down on that?" He jabbed his thumb back towards their Masters body lying on the bed and its nine inch pole. "There admitted new slaves yesterday, so we can use their clothes." Boy plotted. "We run down into the induction room and through the slave door. It's never locked, no need." "Yeah I remember," Nurse replied, cottoning on. "We grab the clothes from the stores and leave through the boathouse. Perfect." With one glance back at their master they were resolute in their decision and they left the mansion and started their journey to the city.

Adventures of Ethan and Remy: The Cruise Part 1 Disclaimer: You have to be of legal age to read this, also make sure you aren't breaking any laws by doing so. This story will contain under-age homosexual relationships between two teenage boys and possible scenes of a sexual nature. If you find that this type of material offensive or you otherwise decide not to need this sort of thing in your life, then you should go elsewhere and perhaps reconsider the location you are looking for stories, as seriously... you are in the wrong place. I am an adult, I write fiction. All the people in story are fictional and any relation to real people is purely coincidental. The cruise ship does not exist and the actual cruise itself is a fictional voyage that to my knowledge doesn't exist as one single voyage. I have been on a cruise ship a couple of times, never as a passenger, but as a ships guest so I do have a limited understanding as to how ships guests are treated outside of passengers, although I have never been on one as luxurious as the one in my story. Smash Media Group is a figment of my imagination. It is not basedon any real company or organisation. Since this story might be a long one I am going to have various interludes where I introduce some more of the characters that crop up in the story. I'm never sure if I should put sex scenes in stories, so let me know if I should put more or less sex in the story, or even remove it completely. As it stands the sex in this story is at the end of this chapter, so if you don't want to read it, you can skip straight over it without missing anything. Characters in this chapter: Ethan Warrington: A fourteen-year-old Brit that fell in love with Remy when he stopped over to visit his cousin last year, then aged thirteen. We fell in love and the rest is history. Remington "Remy" Acres: A fourteen year old from New York State. Ethan's partner. Connor Wright: Remy's English cousin and my best friend. Harry Acres: Remy's Father and multimillionaire owner of Smash Media Group The events in this story take place after the story "An English Boy In New York", which is not a prerequisite for this story and you should be able to enjoy this story in its entirety without having read it. Adventures of Ethan and Remy The Cruise. Part One I had gone over the trip details a numerous times; it was a Queen's Stateroom at the aft of the ship. It was pretty much the biggest cabin on the entire ship. The thing came supplied with a butler, champagne and a turn-down service. It was the embodiment of pure luxury. I memorised that image, and imagined myself pacing around the room in my plush (complimentary) executive slippers and bathrobe and the butler asking me if there was anything else I would like before I turned in for the night. Luxury. Over the last couple of years Remy's parents had been going on these voyages mainly to promote the Smash Media Group, owned by Mr Acres (Remy's dad) himself. The media group didn't own the ship, no some other big company owned that, it was how it worked, and generally three companies made up the compliment. The actual ship itself, which was owned by some big shipping company and they provided the Captain and maison d'^tre and hotel staff, then there was the technical company that was hired to do all the electrical and engine stuff, headed by the Chief Engineer then finally there was the Entertainment company, which was Smash Media Group, who appointed a Entertainment Director and then tons and tons of people to sort out excursions and keep people smiling. So it was a pretty high profile visit when the CEO of Smash Media pays the ship a visit. The last minute hospitalisation of Mrs Acres caused some ripples in the tranquil Acres household. Mr Acres wanted to stay behind and look after his wife, while Mrs Acres wanted him to put his face to the company and do his duty. As he had done each year the ship left New York harbour. It was particularly important this year because it was a new ship. It was Remy's silver tongue that saved the day. He had persuaded, somehow, that not only should his father let us go in his place, it would benefit the company. Mr Acres was trying to promote his company to be a socially forward company that could cater for the posh and the pop all at the same time. Who is better than to send your socially forward son and his gay lover as his representatives on a cruise? Not any cruise, a luxury cruise. Mr Acres had initially thought this a bad idea, but he warmed to it pointing out that it was gay people that pretty much ran the music industry. He had also considered sending his brother, but quickly threw the idea out... he was just too gay. He thought about his eldest son, the most likely heir to the group, but then he was too straight laced. Also out of the country. His daughter would just spend him out of home and fortune if she ever got let alone on a cruise ship. The natural choice for both him as a family man and a businessman was Remy. I couldn't have agreed more. After all, I got a free cruise. Not that I'm shallow, but it was a free cruise. There was a cost though. Remy was to represent his father on the opening night as well as do a few meet and greets during the two week voyage. It was his first time actually doing something for the company and to say he was nervous was putting it lightly. It was his time in the spotlight and even though he was known to the media as the second son of Smash Media Group tycoon Harry Acres, he wasn't important enough to actually be in the news. Remy's dad had taken us aside and had a little chat with us before we went. It was something that was on my mind too, after all we were two fourteen year old boys travelling together in the same cabin. He wasn't against us rooming together, he wouldn't have given the tickets if he hadn't have thought we were responsible enough. He had actually said outright that he expected us to be discreet, but not completely closeted, and if we were to have screwed each other we were to clean up the mess afterwards. Yep, he had actually said that. One of the richest men in the world talking to his son and his boyfriend, giving his permission for them to screw each other. It was an awkward moment I'll tell you that, but I suppose in his mind, two horny teenagers in love will have sex, even if you make them promise not to, it's just going to happen and to look at Remy with his dark brown hair and his gorgeous green eyes who could not want to screw him? The whole heart-to-heart had made us think about us as a couple. We were really only out to family and close friends. Some people at my old school knew, but as soon as we moved that became irrelevant, I'm not likely to even see them again, not least worry about their opinions of me. I'm currently being home schooled by the same tutor as Remy, so school friends were limited to just me, Remy and Brittany, his sister. There were a few people around the neighbourhood, but since the estate is filled with people with lots of money, you don't pass many kids in the street, they are all tucked away inside huge gated properties, which was ironic as our house was now much too big for us to live in. If I wasn't at home I was studying with Remy, or just being with Remy at his massive house, or at mine, with Remy, or simply anywhere we fancied on being together at. Some people say that if you spend too much time together you get too accustomed to them and some of the magic dies off. We've been together for months now, and it's still as sharp as the day I met him. We had decided to travel quietly and not by limo as Remy's dad has suggested, neither of us liked the big entrances, we liked quiet and subtle. Instead we got a taxi to the New York harbour. We saw the ship before the taxi had even pulled up and it was bloody massive; it had a black base to it and the rest was a gleaming white, the thing loomed over the whole dockyards like a skyscraper on its side. There were people passing by taking pictures of the behemoth so they can go home and tell their loved ones they saw the King William V berthed at New York. We were actually going on that thing and sailing all the way to the Canary Islands off the coast of Africa. There would be a long week at sea before we get to the island chain, so I hoped there would be plenty to do. I had tried to look too much at the ships layout as I didn't want the experience of exploring this monster to be ruined. We paid the driver his fee, plus a courteous tip and lifted our small packs out of the cab. Our main luggage had been sent ahead; there was no way that one suitcase would have been enough, let alone carry them. You do realise we had to not only pack beachwear but a phenomenal amount of suits and posh clothes not just for the evening, but apparently you had to wear respectable clothing all day, and skinny jeans and a v-neck just don't cut it when you are meant to be big company stock. We headed through some massive security gates and towards the ship. There were streams of people all queuing up already. We had been instructed to look for our chaperone for the two weeks, but we had not been given his name or any information, just not to worry about it, "he'll find you". True to Mr Acres words we quickly noticed a gloved hand waving at us. There was no one behind us so my powers of deduction were in tip top condition. The man was beckoning us towards him. He wore a uniform, so naturally we obliged. "Good Morning, young sirs. My name is Pedro, Mr Acres has asked me to get you settled into your cabin. I'll be your personal butler on your voyage, as hired by Mr Acres himself." The man had a Mediterranean look about him. Greek, I guessed. He was also as fruity as a fruitcake. I have never realised that someone could be that gay. I seriously thought his wrist had no bones in it he was waving it about so enthusiastically. "Your cases have already been taken on board, so if you'll follow me we can board the ship now." The man turned and headed towards the ship and up a twisting set of corridors that didn't seem to be particularly busy. Me and Remy exchanged knowing glances, grinned and followed. "Oh, this is not one of the passenger ramps," He said, as if the thought had occurred to me. "this is for crew only, but since you are ship's guests this saves the hassle of queuing up with all the little people below." He gestured out one of the walkway windows and I was surprised to see that we had been walking up a gantry and we were now looking down on the people all queuing for their holiday. We arrived at a luggage scan area where we got our hand baggage passed off before actually stepping onto the ship. We passed through one of those airport archways which always made me worry that it would bleep when I go through them and something embarrassing is going to happen. It didn't. Although when I actually stepped over the gap onto the ship I tripped on the door seal and nearly fell into the ocean. That would have been a bad start. At first it was a bit misleading as we entered a corridor lined with linoleum and white laminated walls. Not exactly the decor I expected on a cruise liner. A few seconds later Pedro opened another door and what lay beyond was a stark difference to the corridor we had just left. Two things happened then; firstly I realised that the linoleum clad hallways were the crew only areas, secondly every other doorway in the crew area was a sealing door and as such as a lip you had to step over. I had this second realisation as my face mashed against Pedro's backside as my body continued its forward trajectory while my feet were wondering what a step was doing on an apparently flat floor. What's the pointing putting those steps in every other door like that. I know they are meant to keep water from moving into one compartment to another, but seriously, if water was at this level of the ship, I don't think closing this door would matter much as more than half the ship would be submerged. Once I had apologised for head-butting Pedro in the rear I noticed where I was. The main lobby room was sparkling with gold and upholstery and expansive. There was a mural on the wall nestled between two staircases that seemed to curl around every part of the three floored lobby before you got to your floor. Up on the ceiling, three decks above me was a chandelier that was so ornate and delicate, it looked like a slight breeze could bring the millions of glass tear-drops raining to the ground. I didn't want to be under it when the ship started hitting those waves. Even Remy was in awe and we had to double step to keep up with Pedro who was climbing into an elevator. We followed him and watched as he punched the deck number seven. The elevator lurched and then seemed to effortlessly glide up to deck 7 before pinging open at our floor. We walked a short way down the lush wood panelled corridors where door after door seemed to be uncomfortable close together as if they were slightly generously space school lockers. I wondered if there was actually enough room to put a bed in one of those lockers. As we walked down the corridor I managed a peek into an open room as people were getting settled in. Inside the locker was a double bed, placed long ways against he side of the room. There was enough room, barely to get past by the floor of the bed. There was even window at the far end, that I assumed wasn't on the inside cabin area, and a sofa opposite a TV and a writing bureau. I assumed there was a bathroom, as there must have been, but it must have been behind the door as I didn't see it as I only had the briefest of seconds to absorb all this information. I'm glad I didn't have to sleep in one of those poky little rooms. As we arrived at our suite we noticed that the spaces between each door was increasing, generally indicating that each cabin had more and more space. In fact as we reached the end of the corridor, and supposedly the end of the ship, the corridor turned left and joined up with the corridor on the other side of the ship so one could effectively keep walking around in circles, forever. Along this looping corridor which was, I assumed the back of the ship, was only two doors. The nearest one was ours and Pedro was busy poking some card into the door slot. There was a click and the door swung open. At first glance I thought they had forgotten to put a bed in the room, then I remembered from the room plan that it wasn't the bedroom, it was a reception room with sofas and a coffee table and a plasma television stuck to the wall on one side. Admittedly the brochure wasn't exactly to scale, but I could have put my entire ground floor old house in here. We stepped further into the room and found doors that led off into other areas of the suite; there was a dining room surrounded with chairs, and off that was a kitchen type arrangement with no actual cooking appliances, it looked more like a place to sort the food before serving it to the table than an actual kitchen. On the other side of the suite was a queen sized bed with masses of pillows, a walk in closet, a duel basin bathroom with a two person shower, but the best thing of all was the balcony. It wrapped around two sides of the suite and no matter how far I stuck my neck over the railings, it was completely private. There was no way anyone could see onto our balcony or even into our suite. Pedro had left us our keycards and ship ID so we could pay for stuff, apparently just by swiping this car, and left us to our settling in, but not after showing us the TV controls and explaining some of the perks we get. He also gave us a little wink and a smile when he showed us how the bed angled for better TV watching for times in the evening when we want to rest (wink, wink). He refused a tip before he left, which was just as well as we didn't know how to use the card to tip, or even if we were expected to. Although he was our assigned butler so maybe tipping him every time he did something was a bit too generous. Our luggage was piled in the middle of the main room in front of the sofas. It took us a while to unpack but eventually I was packing away the last of my belongings into one of the many draws when I started to feel a bit uneasy. I noticed Remy had also paused in his actions. It was a peculiar feeling and you had to actually stop moving to feel it. A slight unbalance in the ears that while hard to feel directly, you needed to take a sideways step to stop yourself from stumbling. "We're moving." Remy exclaimed and we both darted onto the balcony where we could see New York creeping slowly away from us. The ship had officially sailed and was beginning to push away from the docks. We were officially on holiday. There was a long pause while we both took in the feeling of being on a cruise ship together. It was something unreal, something that used to exist only in my head and in my dreams. Here I was, head over heels in love with my friend's cousin, on a ship with him sailing across the ocean to a chain of islands off the coast of Africa, in style nonetheless. I reached out and took Remy's hand in mine as we looked over the side of balcony and at New York drifting slowly away. "You realise no one can see us here?" Remy said looking up. "We could be here completely naked and no one would ever notice." "Apart from the entire southern side of Manhattan." I said nodding towards the towering skyscrapers of New York. Remy elbowed me gently in the ribs. "I meant when we're at sea. We can put a blanket on the wood floor there and make-out under starlight in the buff." "We'd have to put a sign on the door saying do-not-disturb. We don't want Pedro coming in seeing us making out with the moonlight shining off your butt." I joked. "He might like it though, didn't you sense it? I'm pretty sure I caught him looking at your butt." Remy patted my backside and grinned. "Come to think of it, you got a good close look at his" "Hey, not fair. I fell over that stupid lip on the door." I laughed at his devilish smile. "Smart casual night tonight, since it's the first night." Remy said matter-of-factly spinning about so his back leaned against the balcony rails. "Welcome night is tomorrow, which I'm not looking forward to. Later today though is the lifeboat drill, in case we sink we need to know which boat to use." "Really? They have lifeboat drills? How often do they do that?" I asked, never having been on a cruise before. "Only once per embarkation. There will be another one next week when we port and some passengers get off and new ones get on. Hopefully we can avoid that one." He took a lungful of sea air. "I can still smell the smell of New York; hot dogs and gas." He paused, and I could see a thought formulate on his brow. "How about we go to the Lido and grab some breakfast?" I had eaten breakfast early this morning, but it was so early that it felt like lunchtime. It was only 10am, and while official breakfast was over, the Lido served food through all hours of the day like some slimmer's nightmare. There was bound to be something there to eat. "You know the way?" I asked. "Nope." Remy said as he started to walk through the suite. "But we can do a bit of exploring on the way." Sounded like a plan. I trotted after him making sure I grabbed the keycards on the way and I shut the door behind us. "Damn." Remy exclaimed. "I forgot the..." He turned around abruptly and saw the keycard I was gesturing towards him. "Oh... heh." He floundered sheepishly. "What would I do without you?" "Sleep in the corridor." I said through a smile. "There are some lifts down here. I remember that it had a list of places on the wall." "Lift?" Remy questioned in his mock British accent. "I say, we call them elevators dear boy." "Actually, my American friend, this is a British ship, so they are actually lifts here. Lifts! Not elevators." I was feeling a bit impish so I blew a raspberry at him scaring a couple who was just exiting their cabin. "Urgh, you just sprayed my face." Remy laughed while wiping my spit spray from his face. "Sorry, got carried away." I said to him, and the couple who were looking at me quizzically. They probably wondered where our parents were. The lift did actually have a little label next to deck 9 saying "Lido". So much for exploration, and as duly as lifts do, the doors slid open and gave us out first view of the Lido. There were already a fair few people that decided to grab a mid morning snack after spending their morning travelling to the docks. There was a vast selection of food on display that simply confounded me; if this was between meals then I would love to see an actual mealtime spread. It also occurred to me that with the ship's many restaurants and the seven day voyage across the Atlantic how much food they must have stored on board, and how much of it stays fresh. Or does the menu start of fresh and you get more long life stuff the later you get into your crossing. "Don't think about it." Remy said to me. Another of his wondrous quirks was that he seemed to be able to read me like a book. "We're here to enjoy ourselves. Don't think about what they do with the waste food or where they make it, or how they keep it so appealing. Just eat and enjoy." I hadn't actually thought about how they keep all the fresh meats fresh. All I knew was that you could only keep refrigerated meats in the fridge for a few days before they walk off on their own. However, I was confidant, generally, that these people knew what they were doing and I could eat without risk of death or serious poisoning. Remy passed me a tray. "Load up, we have two weeks of all-you-can-eat." He started shovelling bread and cheeses onto his plate. I shrugged and followed suit, choosing a selection of biscuits and pate and then we both found a secluded booth to sit down and enjoy our first food selection on the King William V cruise ship. "Mr Acres?" A uniformed woman appeared and aimed the question at both of us. Remy stood up and offered the lady his hand. "Remington Acres." The lady took his hand and gave it a shake. "And you must be Ethan Warrington, Remington's plus one." He held her hand out and I followed Remy's lead and stood to shake her hand. I wasn't used to being this formal and proper, but I had to keep up appearances. I'm not sure I liked being referred to as a plus one, but I was glad that I was at least recognised as being linked to Remy. I wasn't sure if plus one meant plus partner, or plus guest; but I guess that being outed to the first person I meet on the ship was pushing it a bit. "I'm Carmine Gladstone, the entertainment director on board the KW5. Sorry I couldn't meet you as you boarded I was meeting some of the passengers as they embarked." She began. "How is your Mother? Is she doing okay?" She directed at Remy as he and I sat back down. "Very well thanks,, Remy responded politely. "She's been told to take it easy for a while and not to put any weight on her foot for at least five weeks. My Father decided to stay by her side and help her cope." "Well send her my regards and well wishes." She beamed. "But now it's the Son of the great family who follows in his Fathers footsteps." Her smile turned into a light chuckle. "Well boys. Have fun on this trip. No one knows your faces yet so make the most of it." Remy returned the courteous mile. "Until tomorrow night." "Exactly." She stood up straight, as to make a departure. "Oh, and Ethan?" I looked up at her expectantly. "Yes Miss Gladstone?" She smirked at me. "Call me Carmine, or Car." I nodded. "Liven up a bit. You're on a cruise ship. You look so nervous and tense." I was taken aback but Remy saved me. "He's not used to being pampered as such, but he deserves it" He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and gave me a reassuring squeeze. I blushed a little at the affection. I thought about saying something quirky and humorous back at them, but my brain didn't want to do anything but splutter like a girl, so I kept my gob shut. "Well," he broke the tension. "Harry was quite the socialiser himself, and from what I hear, his son is a chip off the old block." She jerked her head towards Remy. I smiled shyly. "And don't worry about what other people think, people on these cruises are more liberal than you would think. And besides, you two make a lovely couple." I blushed even more. If I had been a cartoon, steam would have come out my ears. She left us after patting my head and headed off down one of the extensive thoroughfares through the Lido. Thank got that was over. "She's right you know." Remy said to me, calmly. I turned to face him with a concerned frown on my face that I knew shouldn't be there. "You look uncomfortable, if everything okay?" I bit my bottom lip; I was going to have to get all gushy. I owed him that much. "I feel so out of place here; it's all glamour and glitz. I feel like at any time I'm going to do something or say something that is classed as lower class and make a fool of us and of you." I fidgeted, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Remy reached and put his arm around me and pulled me onto him. It was comforting, and this simple act of affection and love spoke volumes. He could have just held me and I would have been okay, but his words were what really mattered, I was ready to melt. "I understand. You met my dad so you know what he's like. You also know how different I am from him. I do have an advantage though, I have seen dad interacting with dignitaries and high class businessmen. I can do the act pretty well." He then cupped my head in his hands and directed my gaze towards his own eyes. "But I really don't give a damn about what people think about you." His eyes pierced my own. I knew I was looking into his heart as he spoke, I saw love and dedication. "You be whoever you are and that's who I love. If they can't handle it, then tough on them. Besides, I think you'll do fine. You already passed the Dad test, and he wouldn't have sent us together if he thought you'd be bad for the company. So do me, him and you a favour. Be yourself and nothing more. Gottit?" "Gottit." I replied nodded and duly melted at his words. I smiled warmly; his words were more than enough and I just loved him a little more that day as he kissed me lightly on the lips. "Didn't your dad say be discreet?" I asked, my eyes darting left and right for any attention. "This is discreet. Being obvious would be me draping you over the fruit counter and screwing your brains out in front of everyone." "Yeah, that would be obvious." I nodded thoughtfully while trying to stifle a laugh. "It would be good though. I bet we can find some interesting uses for some of those strange shaped pieces of fruit. I mean, what the hell is that." I pointed at a piece of fruit that had been carved into a woman's face. "Melon. I heard they do fruit carvings here. That's pretty impressive. That one there looks just like a yellow penis." "That's a banana." "Same difference." He stood up. "I'm done eating. Want to go explore the ship for real this time." He held his hand out, letting me know he'll keep his word. I took it wilfully and we went exploring. The ship was truly enormous. We explored everywhere we thought we were allowed and even located an exclusive bar that was guarded by a uniformed crewman who told us we couldn't enter without the proper pass. We wandered off somewhere else slightly disappointed until we bumped into a passing ships officer in his uniform and I dropped my ship ID. I wasn't even aware it had crept that far out of my trousers. "Oh hey guys." The officer said as he picked up my ID from the floor. "Oooooh." He exclaimed with over zealous enthusiasm. "You're the Smash Media guys, welcome aboard." "Oh, thanks." I said, not really knowing the etiquette for talking to a ships officer. I think I might have overdone the simper a bit though. "I'm John Fischer, Chief Engineer on the KW five. You guys should come to the crew get together on Sunday afternoon. Its the best time for the crew to unwind themselves and we'd love to see you guys there." "Oh thanks," Remy thanked him. "I wasn't sure we were allowed into the crew areas." "Are you kidding, look!" He pointed at my ID card. It never really registered before, but right there on the card was not Passenger ID, but Crew ID. "You two are classified as Supernumeraries. You basically can go where you like guys, after all you are representing the company that runs the Entertainment on the ship, which is as far as I'm concerned basically everything except the engine." He laughed. "But don't tell the Captain that." "Wow, that's cool." I said. I had to say something. "Any problem with anyone, just flash the card. Anyway boys, I have to get to the bridge. They have a fresh batch of sandwiches just sent up there, and if I don't get there now, O'Leary will eat all the egg and cress. Oh and if you ever want a tour of the Engine room, let me know. Anyway, later guys." The Chief Engineer gave us a quick wave goodbye and vanished around a corridor. "Remy?" I turned to him. "He was nice don't you think?" "Yeah, but we have a Queen's Suite don't we?" "Yeah we do. What about it?" "That was the Queen's Lounge we just got refused entry into." I waved my card at him. "I'm curious as to what exotic privileged luxuries lie within." The expression on Remy's face was priceless as he realised what I meant. "Oh... yeah. We have the best suite on the ship. We already have access to that lounge and we just walked away. Dammit, let's go back and give him a piece of our upper-class rich minds." We marched, or rather mischievously ambled back to the Queen's Lounge where we were apparently mistaken to be average passengers. Hah, what did he know! We showed our cards to the doorman who simply stated his apologies but to get in the room you need the appropriate room key, Supernumerary or not. So we naturally popped out our room key and poked it into the slot on the Lounge door. It bleeped and opened. "Have a nice day, sirs." He said, probably a bit too apologetically, and in we walked feeling a little smug. Was this what being rich and loaded was really like? Remy suddenly stopped mid stride and I bumped into him. "Hey, what's up?" I asked peering around him. Then I noticed that there were about fifteen people spread out, generally in couples all over the lounge. Some at the bar and some on the sofas drinking from stemmed glasses or delicate mugs of what I could only assume to be coffees or teas. That wasn't the problem though. Each person had stopped in their current action and looked our way. It was like one of those old Western movies when the cowboy enters the saloon and the piano stops playing and everyone turned to face the new stranger in town. "Looks like we found it, Ethan! It's full of posh people looking at two urchins." He recovered quicker than me. "Let's grab ourselves a drink." He grabbed my wrist and led me over to the bar where he hoisted himself onto a stool. I hopped into my own barstool, which made me feel even smaller than I felt with all these eyes on me. My feet couldn't even touch the floor which made me feel like I was five. "Afternoon gentlemen, we don't get many youngsters in here. What can I get you?" The barman said as he stepped up to us. "Can you make an Orange Velvet? My dad says this ship makes the best ones." Remy asked the barman. "Sure, and for your friend?" "I'll have the same, whatever that is." I shrugged. "Coming right up! Room number?" He asked, presumably for the billing. Remy popped his ID card on the table. The barman did a double-take at the card. "Ah, I should have known." Remy smiled knowingly as the barman retreated from the bar and began making the Orange Velvet. I had no idea what an Orange Velvet was until I saw him making it. It was basically a mixture of shaken cream mixed with pineapple and orange juice which was then strained into a cocktail glass and a few lumps of ice added. My mouth was watering by the time the barman places the glasses in front of us. The barman plopped in a straw into each glass before sliding the glasses over to us. "Enjoy boys." I thanked the barman and brought my lips to the straw and took a suck. It was orangey all right, and it was so smooth that is was like eating orange flavoured silk. "Like it?" Remy smiled around his straw. "It's fantastic." I took another sip. "I could drink ten of these." "Four is my record. But these are richer than what I'm used to, so I'd probably only manage another one or two before I get sick and yak up all over the place." Charming. I had actually kissed that mouth. I risked a look around me and found that most of the people had given up looking at us since the barman hadn't kicked us out, they had assumed we were of suitable class to be worth tolerating. There were a few people that kept glancing our way, after all we were still in casual clothing, not the elegant casual shirt and trousers that most people wore. I had every intention of conforming to dress code, but this day was embarkation day, I think a bit of leeway was expected, and as posh as I was meant to be on this ship, I wasn't about to change my outfit so soon in the day, just because some rich people took offence. The PA system barked at us ruining out drinks, saying that the lifeboat drill was about to begin shortly and passengers should return to their cabins. There was a shuffle of feat as people duly started heading back to their cabins in order to collect life preservers. We drank up and followed suit. The lifeboat drill was followed by a general announcement by Captain Jonathon O'Leary welcoming us aboard the Cruise Ship King William five and he hopes we will have a wonderful time on board, blah, blah, blah. Please visit the concierge or visit the entertainment kiosk to book your seats and events, etcetera, etcetera. We returned to our Suite and watched America vanish over the horizon on our private balcony. We sat there quietly watching the wash from the engines stir up the ocean as we headed east towards Europe and Africa. * * * Even though it was evening and the last few rays of sunlight were barely glinting off the sea, the air was warm and humid. I had already shucked off most of my clothing and lay on the lounger in just a pair of Remy's swimming shorts. I was always a shorts person, never a speedo guy. I never liked the restrictive feel of the material, especially on a boy in the throes of adolescence. You never know when you might spring a wood and the loose material of a pair of shorts gave you some modesty. Speedo's are not known for hiding your modesty, although I have to admit. They are great to look at, which is probably why I feared getting boners in them. "Hey!" Remy shouted at me from inside the suite where he had just finished his shower. I turned to look at him and rolled my eyes and laughed when I saw him. He was completely naked as the day he was born. He bounced over to me and straddled me on the lounger. "Bloody hell Remy," I giggled as he landed on me, pressing on my stomach. "You should have eaten less dinner." He leaned over and pressed his nose against mine. "I'm feeling naughty." "You're always feeling naughty." I said to him, trying to act all sensible and 'British'. "But you don't fool me..." I ran my hands up and down his torso feeling his subtle curves. How can his skin be so delicate and soft and erotic? It's skin, I have some too, but what was it about Remy's skin that turned me on so. "Nope, not naughty. Sexy, hot and delicious maybe, but not naughty," Remy sat upright and raised a single eyebrow at me. "Not even the slightest bit naughty?" "Not a molecule." I stated as defiantly as I could. "Then allow me to correct you!" He lunged into action and grabbed hold of my shorts and tugged at them. He caught me by surprised so the only resistance he encountered was my boner which soon gave up its hold and bounced back against my belly with a slapping sound. He fell backwards and I fell onto the balcony deck, my shorts around my ankles. Quickly he pulled them off the rest of the way and then held them looking at me with a mischievous grin on his face. "Not naughty?" He said waving them beside his head. "Nope." I said adamantly, trying to stifle a grin. "Okay..." He threw my shorts over the balcony. "No." I raced after them. I'm not sure what I expected to be able to do, I could hardly fly after them. Looking over the balcony I noticed that directly below us was a slightly offset balcony not unlike ours. Except ours was private and not even anyone above us could see down onto ours. On their balcony though, were my shorts. "You freak!" I laughed. "They were yours!" Then it occurred to me we were both standing on our balcony completely nude. It wasn't embarrassing, in fact it was quite liberating. I could feel the air wrap itself around parts of me that never generally got a direct sea breeze. It was naughty, and daring, even though no one could see us it still felt like we were breaking some sort of rule. Remy was looking at me with his soft eyes and his fringe, still we from his shower was waving over his eyes. I looked over his body, with its soft lines, yet the definition of musculature could be seen though the silken layers of effervescent skin. The beams of sun shining off the sea lit up one side of his body and cast a shadow onto the floor of the balcony, the only non smooth line was the jutting salute of his boyhood. He was hard, hard for me. It was the greatest honour that a gay boy could have, to find that someone finds you so attractive that they are physically aroused. It was mutual of course, my own boyhood was pointing to the object of my desires. "You know something?" He said softly. He never waited for a response from me, not that I knew what to say at this point. My mind was drinking in this beauty in front of me. "Each morning I wake up and I have to check the pillow next to me. I have to make sure that you are there and the time we've been together wasn't just a dream." His face was gentle and soft, the face he made when he was being sincere. "I'm the luckiest boy alive you know." He stepped up to me and placed his hand on my cheek. "I love you Ethan Warrington. I love you with all my heart." I tear fell down my cheek. No matter how much he declared his love for me it still made my heart melt. I reached for him and pulled him into an embrace, giving him a tight squeeze. "I love you too Remy Acres." I ran my hand through his drying hair. "I never believed in soul-mates 'till I met you. Nothing will keep me from loving you, even if you do stupid things like throw your own shorts over the balcony." I felt him bounce under my embrace. I was concerned for a moment, thinking he was crying and then I realised it wasn't crying, it was laughter. "I wonder what they will think to find a pair of shorts on their balcony." He laughed. I broke the embrace to see his smiling face. That smile that could light up the planet in the middle of the night. "They could be anyone's." "I think they know who is above them by now. We're two teen lovers in the best suite, I'm sure the rumour of our romance is spreading throughout the ship." Remy never replied, at least not with his voice. He had cupped my balls and was starting to nibble at my neck. I loved it when he did that. He bit down and I yelped. "Naughty?" he asked on more time. "Yes, you most certainly are." I let him push me gently onto the lounger, this time the flesh of my behind touching the soft wooden slats Remy climbed onto me lying the length of his body along the top of mine, maximising the flesh on flesh contact of our two naked bodies. I was a bit shorter than he was, but his boner was still pressed against my stomach as he cupped and played with my balls as he continued to nibble an suck at my neck, gradually moving his way downwards. He lavished attention on my nipples which I had never considered objects of a sexual nature until Remy started to administer them. Now I loved it when he flicked them with his tongue and even more so when he pinched them between his teeth. It was like a cross-wire of pain and pleasure, never quite knowing where the pain ended and the pleasure began, and all the same my dick responded and started to drip. Remy noticed and started to smear the precum over my dick head with his thumb. The feeling was amazing, even though I know what it feels like and he has done it before, a few times, it still feels like the first time each time. I shivered as he nibbled at my nipples and swept his thumb over the tip of my reddening cock. I felt I had to do something with my hands, otherwise I would have reach down there and finished myself off. I ran my hands through Remy's hair. It was a weakness of mine. I loved the feel of his hair flowing through my fingers, it was so silky and soft and the smell of it on my hands was one scented of fruit and cleanliness. His nibbling and tonguing got lower and lower until he reached my pubes. I had always kept my pubes tidy and neat. I never really got any ball hair much to my relief or even crack hair, which I abhorred, and I had a smooth stomach that led to a nice triangular patch of dark blonde pubes that were neatly trimmed. Remy skipped over my cock and started to lick at the insides of my thighs. In frustration I think my dick leaked another round of precum and I resisted the urge to reach down there and wank myself off. Remy grabbed my knees and pushed my legs back over my head, exposing the part of me only Remy has seen with his bare eyes (if you exclude my mother when I was still in nappies). This time was something different, something that had intrigued me but I had never had the courage to actually do. He leaned down and started at the perineum and tongue bathes the area until he reached my asshole. He looked at me for permission; I just smiled at him and gave a nod. I've had his fingers and even his cock down there banging against my backdoor, but never something as flexible as a tongue. It was simply amazing; it was like the tongue was made for probing that sort of orifice. I was silently glad that I had recently been and cleaned that area, but I still hoped that I smelled clean down there. He thrust his tongue in deep and my ring clenched around his tongue causing him to say something, though it came out as a muffled squeak instead. My dick was leaking like a tap, its constant drip was leaving trails on Remy's forehead until he finally gave up his anal onslaught and licked back up to where he finally gave my cock some attention. His mouth capped my erection and his tongue explored the tip of my cock, cleaning off all the precum I had squeezed out. His finger slid down and was quickly buried in my asshole. He retracted it and pushed it back in again. Then he went for two fingers and I had to relax my ass muscles as I felt the two fingers sliding into me. I could feel him stretching his fingers out, forcing me wider. He pulled his fingers out, his saliva and my ass juices acting as a lubricant to his finger fucking. Then he added a third finger, which made me wince as up until today I we had used lube, this time is was just natural bodily fluids that were doing the job. For about fifteen minutes he finger fucked me. He had stopped sucking me after five minutes, because I would have shot my load otherwise. Instead we were trying to get a taste of each others tongues as we mashed our mouths together. I thought I would be repulsed kissing him like this, especially after knowing that this tongue had just been up my ass. It was his tongue though, and nothing belonging to him could be nasty, despite the fact I could taste my precum on his tongue. It was just that bit more erotic. Finally he withdrew his fingers, leaving me with that sudden empty feeling, my ass opening and closing, desperate to be fed. Using his wet fingers and the precum of his own arousal he smeared his fingers over his cock and then lined it up with my hole. With one smooth action he embedded his cock inside me. I tried to keep quite, I really did but the noise I made sounded something like "Nnnnngh". It was an involuntary response and Remy clamped his hand over my mouth. We may be unseen on our balcony but people above could probably hear pretty well. He started to thrust in and out of me. I hooked my arms under my knees so he could have better access and he started to fuck me. After about five minutes of slow fucking he sped up and the thrusts got harder. At one point the thrusting got so hard that he was pushing the lounger back into the suite. If it wasn't for the lip where the door was, we would have shuffled through the entire suite, out the front door and down the length of the ship. I closed my eyes to the pleasure my ass was experiencing. It was a sexual, erotic massage from inside my ass, over and over as the erotic pressure built up inside me, but it never climaxed. I heard the slap-slap-slap of his flesh against mine, both of us giving up on trying to be quite, we just wanted love, lust and pleasure. When the lounger wouldn't move any further back, the slightly large boy amazed me by actually scooping me up so we were chest to chest. In this whole action, his dick never left my hole. I wrapped my arms around his neck and crossed my legs over his waist so he could still thrust into me. I knew I was heavy, but he managed to keep me bouncing on his pole while he fucked me over to the sofa inside the suite. He tossed me off him and onto the sofa, his dick leaving my ass for the moment. I swear my ass stayed open, waiting for his return. Not missing a beat, with me on my back on the sofa, he slipped back into me with ease and returned his hard fucking motions. This time there was no backwards movement and he was at a slightly different angle. This time he was fucking slightly up towards my stomach. He hit my prostate and I arched my back in surprise at the overwhelming feelings. "Ooooh shit!" I cried out as he slammed his dick into my prostate, once again bringing me to that pleasure pain threshold where my body lit up like fireworks. I started to hear him grunting, which meant he was close. His thrusting sped and my prostate onslaught became a wall of pleasure and then he came in me. I could feel the flood of warmth drench my rectum as he came inside me. He pushed a few times before he withdrew. I hadn't cum yet, but when I reached down to try to finish myself off he pushed my hand away. His mouth came down and capped my leaking dick, but he wasn't done there, with his right hand he bunched up four of his fingers and pushed them inside me. Four fingers inside me, I felt like I was wider than I had ever gone. It wasn't painful in the slightest, it felt erotic and energising. I wondered if his entire hand would fit inside me, but I realised that I would probably split before that happened. His four fingers pushed in and out of me at such a pace that he didn't even need to suck at my cock. His fingers were a blur and the rising need inside me arose and I arched my back, him throwing as much of his fingers into me as he could at the same time as I came and came and came. And came. The last thing I remember was a strange empty feeling in my ass and an extreme light- headedness as my brain shivered from pleasure overload and I lost consciousness. "Hey. Hey, HEY" Remy was shouting at me. I opened my eyes and the fogginess took a few seconds to clear. "Oh shit, are you okay?" he asked, with a look of sincere worry on his face. "Huh? Yeah." I sat up. "I fainted huh? How long was I out?" "Only a minute or so." He said relieved. "You had me so worried." "That was the best sex ever." I reached up and hugged him. "My ass hurts though. Seriously, four fingers?" "Yeah sorry about that, I just had this urge to see if you could take it." "It was different, not unpleasant though, actually quite nice. I never realised I could go so wide." I smiled warmly. "Yeah, but you better go clean up, you're still not closed." He looked down at the space between my legs. There was a stream of cum on the leather sofa that was trickling out of my ass. It was getting me horny again. I got up and hobbled over to the bathroom feeling Remy's semen dribbling down my legs and jumped into the shower. To Be Continued...

An English Boy In New York ? Part 3 Disclaimer: You have to be of legal age to read this, also make sure you aren't breaking any laws by doing so. This story will contain underaged homosexual relationships between two boys and possible scenes of a sexual nature. If you find that this type of material offensive or you otherwise decide not to need this sort of thing in your life, then you should go elsewhere and perhaps reconsider the location you are looking for stories, as seriously... you are in the wrong place. All people and events in this story are fictional. Any similarities to other people or events is purely coincidental and not to be taken literally. On the other hand, New York City does exist and forms the basis of at least this chapter. Subsequently, such places that exist in real life New York City will find themselves making a cameo as you can't visit NYC without seeing the sights. However I have taken a liberty to actually create some imaginary places in NYC that do not actually exist. You will not find them if you go there, and they are only there for the purposes of this story. Smash Music is purely fictional and and similarity to other references is coincidental and unintended. You have been forewarned. Introduction: This part start off with a pretty graphic sex scene, at least it was when it was in my head. I wasn't sure if I wanted such gratuitous scenes in a love story, but in the end I decided to go with my initial thoughts and stick with the sex. See what you think. The rest of this chapter takes our two protagonists onto a new plane of adventure, which I was also hesitantly deliberating about whether I should take the story off at such a dramatic and possibly clichd tangent, but there was only so much cuddling across NYC's tourist areas you guys could probably take, so I decided to drop it in some zest. Sorry if you find this chapter a bit choppy. It's late at night and I wanted to get this finished today. I also lack a trusted proof-reader and there's no time for me to do it myself. I just hope it flows ok. Also thanks to all the people leaving feedback for the previous two parts, your emails were a delight to read and an inspiration for me to keep writing. Feedback is welcome and I will try to respond to your emails :-) * * * An English Boy In New York - Part 3 By Vander I wasn't used to sharing a bed. Not that I was complaining, it was still the best thing ever to share your bed with some Angelic Adonis that you only met a few days ago. Was it only that long? It had felt much longer than that. I remember the instant I woke up that morning. I was on my belly facing Remy as he silently slumbered. My left hand had somehow migrated into the curved cavity under his chin where his own left hand embraced it lovingly, like a child would hold a stuffed bear. I also realised that the weight on my legs was actually Remy's right leg stretched across both of mine and his right hand was draped casually over my back. I wondered if he had slept like this all night. I dared to move my head to take a look at the alarm clock in the room. It said 9am. I had slept well and felt pretty refreshed, though I thought I needed a shower after yesterday. I was starting to feel a bit grungy. It was a dilema, I never wanted to disturb the sleeping angel that was wrapped around me, but I felt compelled to get up. My thoughts kicked in and I imagined me and Remy in our own house, me getting up leaving his sexy self in bed. I would go down to the kitchen and cook eggs and soldiers and bring them up to him with a glass or orange juice so he could eat in bed while I watched on lovingly. Remy's eyes cracked open and he took a deep breath as he awoke from his slumber. The first sight he saw was me and my wide grin. "Mornin'" I said cheerfully. "Mah!" Or at least that's what I thought he said as he tried to change mode from sleep to awake. Remy gave a big yawn and stretched his limbs, finally freeing up my body from its loving embrace. I rolled out the way and flexed the muscles to make sure they hadn't got too stiff. They weren't, so I assumed that we'd changed position enough times that I never got stiff from sleeping in the same position. "Sorry if I wriggled about too much," Remy said apologetically. "Been doing it since childhood." I smiled back at him. "It's okay, I'm the same. Can't stay still, I have to find the cool spots." I swivelled out of bed and my feet his the pile of clothes we abandoned in our tired retirement into bed last night. "Shower time." Remy said bluntly. "Me first!" I abandoned politeness and made a dark for the shower. I figured that since I was up first I had first dibs. "Who said anything about being second." He said to himself, but loud enough so that I could hear. He followed me into the bathroom. I turned as he entered and I nearly laughed when I saw him in his underwear. His hair was sticking every which way but the right way. "Oh funny!" Remy pouted. "Have you seen yourself lately?" Remy jabbed his thumb to the open doorway. Behind the open bathroom door was the wardrobe, which coincidences of coincidences was a full length mirror. I winced at the reflection it gave back to me. I was just as bad. "Ah well. No one outside the movie world can wake up without a hair in place." Remy wasn't thinking along those lines any more, in fact he was getting ready for the shower. I watched him as he slid his underwear down, mesmerised into speechlessness. He paused when he was about to reveal the prize. I thought he had suddenly gone all bashful when I realised that he only paused because of the obstacle he now faced. Navigating the waistband of his boxer-briefs over the growing semi hard on he sported. Finally, the boxers were down and I got my first view of naked Remy. Remy's naked form was better than I could have expected it. He had a few hairs on the base of his cock unlike me, who was still waiting for my first sproutings much to my annoyance. That wasn't what really snagged my attention but the smooth tube of flesh that was of a similar size to my own, when semi-hard at least. From what I could see, he was at least six inches long, but much thicker than myself and his uncircumcised head was much bigger, you could see the outline of where it joined the shaft, which was slightly thinner and the thin vein that ran along the top. "Hey" Remy called. I realised he had caught me staring. "Strip!" He commanded, smiling, either ignoring me blushing or wanting me to join in. I stripped, albeit nervously. I hooked my thumbs around my waistband and tugged them down and over my own hard-on which unlike Remy's wasn't at half mast, it was at full salute. It wasn't abnormal, it was the morning and most boys at thirteen get morning boners. I think I read somewhere that your sexual impulses go up at night and it wasn't until after you really wake up that the chemicals in your blood return to normal levels. Or something like that. All I knew was that sleepiness was being replaced by horniness. I stepped out of my boxers and stood there in front of him with my 6 incher jutting out at a right angle form my body. I was proud of my dick. It was the same width all the way from tip to base with only a few slight contours on that hinted of the veins and flesh under the skin. I was uncircumcised like Remy. For some reason I had got it into my mind that he would be circumcised. Not that it mattered, I had no preference. It was the person attached to the dick that mattered mostly. The dick was just a pleasure centre. Now I was naked, the hard part was over and I could feel my nervousness ebbing and confidence growing again. I gave Remy a naughty smile. "Nice." He said as his eyes scanned my body. His own dick was throbbing now, he had also gone past the point of morning hard-on into a full on lust-driven boner. I smiled in appreciation and turned. I didn't want to let my eyes leave that milky smooth body, but I had to locate the shower controls which I found and twisted. Water sprayed out into the shower cubicle. I adjusted the temperature to a nice temperature and held out my hand, offering it to Remy. He held my hand and we both stepped inside the shower, pulling him close to me I found our hard dicks struggling for space. With him being slightly taller my own dick slid underneath his and between his legs, nestling itself in his perineum. His dick slid upwards and trapped itself between our tummies as we fought to get as close to each other as we could. Water cascaded over us, washing the last remnant of sleep from our bodies. All that remained now was two lovers locked in a sexual embrace, together as one. I was pressed up again the naked body of my lover with my dick throbbing between his legs. I leaned my head closer and kissed him on the lips. I had to close my eyes this time as the water form the shower was cascading over our faces. It was strangely erotic to kiss with water falling over your face. Once you got over the sensation that you are drowning and that you can actually breath okay its really quite fun. I actually laughed mid kiss it was so tantalising. Remy was smiling so much he had trouble kissing properly. His hands roamed my body until they finished their exploration on my bum, where he kneaded the flesh and pulled me in closer. His hands massaged further and further into my crack and then finally he gently dragged a finger across my hole causing me to shudder in pleasure. He stopped rubbing my hole with his finger and pulled away form the kiss, separating our bodies. He reached and grabbed for the shower gel and squeezed a dollop onto his hand. "Just let me do this." He said and started to lather up my body. At first his hands worked fast, getting the soapy froth everywhere it could reach, using more of the shower gel as required to get up a good froth. He rubbed his hands under my arms down my back, over my bum cheeks and down over my legs, but I knew he was purposely avoiding my sensitive areas for last. He finally started to rub the soap into my navel and then gradually he got lower and lower until he reached the base of my cock. He then wrapped his soapy hand around my shaft that was so hard by this point I thought it would have popped, it was verging on painful, but it felt oh, so good. After my shaft was soaped up his hand scooped the soap gently around my sack and then behind into the crease between my legs. I spread my legs a little for him to get better access and his hand just brushed my hole ever so slightly I gasped in pleasure. His hand went further as his middle finger rubbed at the hole, I was on my tiptoes, my body almost begging him to go further, but he was already at his stretch. Instead he got down on he knees and reached behind me, lathering up my crack from the rear, dragging his fingers back over the hole. What he did next was electrifying. The water had washed the soap from my dick and it was still throbbing, almost white in colour since I had barely a tan. His hand grasped my shaft and gently pulled the skin back revealing the shiny purple head to the open air. I felt so exposed and at the mercy of my lover that I moaned a little through the sheer pleasure of it all. Then he licked the tip. I had never sucked a dick before, or even received a blow job from anyone, but my mind had frequently put myself in the position of getting or giving many many times, but this... this was what dreams are made of, those little sparkles of electricity and joy that tell you that this is how one was supposed to live. Or what to live for. Just a simple lick to the head of my cock nearly sent me over the edge. I had a momentary surge of shame that I would shoot and it would all be over. I never and all that did come out was a moan from me. Taking that as a cue, he enveloped my member into his mouth and immediately started swirling his tongue around my hardness. I had to grab at the shower walls to steady myself. If it was at all possible I felt myself swell even more inside him as he created varying vacuum pressures in my dick that I had never even considered in my fantasies. He tried to go deeper on me, but I saw him gag. He wasn't a deep-throater, which was fine by me. I never really saw the fascination with the so-called deep throat, I much preferred the attention on the dick than the depth it could go. His hands snaked around and started to play with my hole, that was still slightly soaped up. His finger played with the hole and due to the soap, he managed to slip a finger in up to the knuckle. It didn't hurt as the soap has loosened me up a little. In fact it was extremely erotic as the finger pushed deeper and massaged me from the inside. He found my prostrate and was now rubbing his finger all over the gland causing me to gasp and moan. I never considered myself a moaner during sex, but it was the passion that was built up inside me and couldn't go anywhere besides my dick, which was already full of blood, so it came out as moans and squeaks or pleasure. I could feel an immense pressure building up, I knew what it was of course, but this felt more powerful than I had ever envisioned before. "Remy, I'm gonna..." I couldn't finish. Remy's administrations on me suddenly increased, his finger in my hole drilled deeper and harder, massaging my gland and his sucking became more intense and faster, his head bobbing on my dick like a piston. I came, and I came. I thought my balls were being pumped out my dick I came so hard. I was just starting to get a bit concerned that I was still cumming when finally the spasms stopped and the pleasure died down to the occasional jerk as my dick spewed out the last contents of my balls. I looked down at Remy and his lips were still clamped on my dick. I must have cum a lot as I could see trails of the white liquid trailing down the corners of his mouth. The finger popped out off my ass and I felt suddenly empty back there. Remy continued to lick at my softening cock, lapping up the last few dribbles that oozed out the tip. Remy returned back up my eye level. He kissed me deeply and I could taste what I could only assume was my seed on his lips. Then as my tongue probed deeper I realised that he had hadn't even swallowed yet. I was sticking my tongue into a pool of my own cum and Remy's saliva in his own mouth. For some reason I was incredibly turned on by this I started to tongue him with more passion as the cum slowly dribbled from his mouth into mine. My swallow instinct too over and I must have swallowed a mouthful before I could pass it back. I had never tasted my own cum before, at least not in that quantity before it was a strange, but not unpleasant taste that seemed to catch the back of my throat as it went down. We finished our kiss and our faces parted. We laughed about the string of semen that span the space between our lips before Remy licked his own lips and broke the string. I made a mental note. He liked cumplay. I'm pretty sure that Remy was making his own mental notes on what I liked. That thought also enticed me, but now it was time to return the favour. I knelt down on the shower tray and peered back up at those delicious brown eyes as they smiled down at me. I looked back at the cock that was pointing straight at me. For some peculiar reason, chiefly horniness, I wanted it in my ass. I wanted his cock to ream me, but I knew that for this morning at least, that would have to be postponed. At least until they could get their hands on some lubrication. Soap was no good, it was fine for a single finger, but it couldn't be used to fuck with, it wasn't good for the ass insides. I could see a little pearl of precum appearing at the opening of his cock head. The skin was already pulled back slightly showing me a glimpse of the pink helmet that lay underneath. I ran my finger over the spot of precum and over the exposed part of the head, then brought the precum coated fingertip to my mouth. I licked the finger. It was silky and only tasted slightly of, something. Being only encouraged by my first taste of someone else's bodily fluid I cleaned my finger with my tongue. I saw another droplet of precum forming on the end of the head again. Another mental note, he was a heavy precummer. I leaned in and let the drop fall onto my tongue, savouring the taste properly this time. It was kind of sweet and not as salty as I was expecting. Another drop formed on the end and I had an idea. I gathered the sizeable droplet onto my fingertip and in a similar fashion as to what he did to me, I placed it under his perineum and directly onto his hole and started to massage it. His dick pulsed another drop out, which I lapped up eagerly this time. The second drop I gathered onto my finger again and added to his hole. This time there was enough lubrication for my finger to slip inside and for the first time I had my finger inside someone else, my lover. His insides were just as smooth as my own were, but warmer. So much warmer than my own ass, perhaps because it was my body and this was his, either way it was a new experience. Like myself he had no hair around his hole and the rest of my fingers that weren't using his hole was massaging his crack while I enveloped his member with my mouth. I tried to go as deep as I could, just to experiment and found myself gagging. I wasn't going to try that again anytime soon, but I suddenly understood the desire. It was a need to consume as much passion as possible, I wanted to get the whole dick inside me to make him more of a part of me, if you understand what I'm saying. My tongue massaged the head as my lips pushed back the skin. I could feel the silky texture of the dick head and the pulsing tip that was still leaking out precum onto my tongue. Remy gasped, so I took it as the sign I was doing okay for my first dick suck. It wasn't long before I got into a rhythm of bobbing and then massaging and giving a tongue bath and then going back to bobbing. I could feel him get close and he tried to warn me by patting my head, I ignored his pleas as he had done to me, and I reciprocated. I bobbed faster and faster and drilled my own finger faster. Even though he hadn't cum yet, I still had to swallow a few times just to get the precum out the way. Then he erupted and I suddenly realised that my mouth wasn't as big as I thought, or rather that it wasn't used to taking liquid at the velocity that this came out at. It hit the back of my throat and I swallowed on impulse, nearly choking. I pulled off the writhing dick before it had finished and he gave a couple of squirts onto my face. I did the first thing that came to my mind, I clamped my mouth back over the erupting geyser and continued my administrations until I could feel no more cum dribbling out of his quickly softening cock. "Oh god, that was awesome." He said breathlessly. "Look at you?" He said as he smiled warmly. As I stood up he dragged a thumb across one of the streaks of his seed on my face and then slipped the thumb into his mouth and sucked it clean. "You look so sexy with my cum on your face." And he leaned in and licked me clean. Before now, the thought of having someone's cum on my face would have made me a bit uncomfortable. But now I know that your perspective changes completely when the cum belongs to a person you trust completely. The cum is no different than kissing or sharing a drink at lunch, except you wouldn't want to have someone's cum one your face at lunch. People might start talking. In a way the exchange of fluids was like affirming our love. We finished our shower with it ending in me soaping him up as he did for me, except without the fancy fingerwork on my ass and the heavenly blow job. We even dried each other off and got dressed, it was like we were a regular couple that had been dating for months, despite the face we had only been together for a few days. "Hey guys guess what?" Connor came charging in through the connecting door and paused when he saw the pile of yesterdays clothes on the floor. I looked around sharply at the intrusion just as I had slipped my t-shirt on. Connor pursed his lips. It was reminiscent of the look my mom gave me when I had forgotten to do a chore, or perhaps tidied my room. "You slept in the same bed?" Connor asked, raising his eyebrows. "What makes you think that?" Remy said, sitting on the other side of the bed pulling on his socks. Connor pointed to the mound of clothes where we had strewn them last night. "I don't need to be a detective to see that these clothes were tossed out of that bed," he scalded. "And I also see that this is the only bed not yet made, the other one still looks like it did yesterday. " It was true, the other bed was still immaculate. It was clear no one had slept in it at all, the covers were still all wrinkle free and no one in their best bed-making skill can remake a bed like that without an iron. There was a click at the front door and it opened a fraction, it stopped and I heard a familiar voice. "Oh no, tell him it'll be about 10 minutes." Came the voice of Connor's mother. Now I know mothers everywhere have a certain skill that lets them know when something is up. I made a quick decision and leapt onto the unused bed belly first and grabbed at the covers heaving the tucked-in edges out and twisting the quilt into a heap. Unfortunately momentum took me ove to the other side of the bed and onto the floor, followed by the bed covers. "Sure thing Mrs. Wright. I'll tell the driver to wait." A male voice responded to Mrs Wright then trailed off. The hotel room door swung open. "Ethan? Are you okay?" Mrs Wright asked as I wrestled with the covers trying to find a space I can get my head out. "Yes Mrs Wright." I announced from inside the mass of quilt and blankets. "Okay, well then. I've been trying to get you lot up for the past 30 mins, I'd given up banging on that door." She said. I finally found a gap in the mass of material and stuck my head out of the pile. She had her hands on her hips. "Since you are all so full of energy today, there has been a change of plans." She announced and turned her attention onto Remy. "Remy, your father is in town and has asked that you go and see him." Well that was a surprise, and not just for me. The look on Remy's face told me he had never expected that. "Connor. Don't think you are getting away that easily, sunshine. I've got two tickets left for Ellis Island and we're going to use them." I saw Connor's face fall. Mrs Wright turned and faced me. "When you can untangle yourself from your bed, I have asked Mr Acres if you can accompany Remy, since we have limited tickets. If you want to see the immigration museum perhaps there will be time later in the week." She checked her watch. "Oh my, Remy and Ethan, the car is waiting downstairs in five minutes. Connor, go get ready." She walked out of the room leaving a pretty shell shocked trio in her wake. "Oh." Was all Remy could say. Connor nodded in agreement. "You lucky buggers. You get the fun and I get the immigration museum." He shrugged and flapped his hands in frustration. "Sorry, dude." Remy said. "Maybe I can ask my dad if you can come too." "Nah." Connor said forcing a smile. "You've not seen him in a while so you should go. I did promise my mom that I'd visit museums with her if she took me to New York. I best start paying her back. Best time as any I guess, at least I get to see the Statue of Liberty." "Thanks, you're my favorite cousin." Remy smacked him on the back. Connor waved to me and left back through the connecting door. * * * After untangling myself from the covers and piling them back on the bed and cleaning up our clothes, we trotted off down the elevators and across the foyer to the main entrance. Or rather I followed Remy, who seemed to know exactly what he was looking for, and what car. I probably would have walked straight passed the car, because sometimes when someone says 'car', you expect a thing with four doors and four wheels that is pretty much car sized. Sure I was pretty stoked up that a car was coming to pick us up. However, the car that Remy trotted up to was not what I was expecting. The sleek black lines just went on forever and the crisp pressed uniformed chauffeur that held the door open of the limousine was something out of a blockbuster. "Mr Acres, a very warm welcome." The uniformed man nodded curtly at Remy, then at me. "And a warm welcome to you, sir." I smiled and nodded back at him and then followed Remy into the back of the limo. I sat down on the plush leather interior and looked at Remy for an answer. The door closed with a dull 'thunk' and the driver too his seat. "I know. I've not yet told you about my family." Remy said with compunction. "A limo?" I said and smiled. "This is..." I tried to find a word that fitted the situation. "Awesome." Remy smiled gently. He was worried about something. "Hey, everything is okay isn't it?" I asked, seriousness taking over my emotions. He slid over to me and grabbed my hand. "Yeah, it'll be okay. Look..." It was that word that always preceded something you didn't want to hear. "My family is kinda..." He was stuck for words. "Strange." Perhaps that wasn't the most descriptive word he could have used, but I let it pass. This was his moment. "My dad runs a company with my brother and my uncle. If my dad is in New York that means that my family will also be here." I could see how this might be uncomfortable. "Do they know?" I asked hoping that the question was as blatant as I was trying to make it sound. "Huh? Oh yeah, they know all about me being gay. My uncle is gay so its no big deal." He shrugged of that idea easy enough. "I'm worried about you being comfortable." He paused. I waited for him to continue. "You see my family know me. Even if we pretend that you are a friend they will know, they will somehow see that we have something going on, me and you. They will press and press until we crack." Okay, that wasn't entirely unexpected. So in other words I had to decide to be out and proud with my boyfriend, or delay the inevitable. The choice was a no-brainer, a scary one, but a no-brainer nonetheless. "I see." I said thoughtfully. "We'll just have to be ourselves then." I held his hand up to my lips and kissed it. Remy smiled and eased up. "My sister is going to go crazy." He said leaning back in the leather chair. "Huh?" I replied. "She keeps on asking when I'm going to get a boyfriend. She thinks you'll be her GBF and go shopping with her." He laughed. "GBF?" "Gay Best Friend, the current fashion fad at the moment. Every girl has to have a gay friend so she will seem more popular." "Oh yuck." I blanched. "Mmhmm." "What about your dad?" "Oh he's fine. Having a gay brother himself means he got over the whole gay thing before I was born. I'm the youngest, so I don't have to worry about much, except defiling the family name." Things were getting interesting. Who was this family of his? "So you know where we're going then?" I asked peering out of the window as I the car took peculiar turns down the one way streets. "Yeah, well I know where we're going, but not exactly where it is." Now Remy peered out the window. "It's the Smash Music tower." "Oh." I said intrigued. "Your dad works there?" "No. Yes, well sorta." He faltered. "He owns the place." He said it to the window as if it was an every day thing to say. The fact that he told it to the window told me that he didn't know how I would react. Now Smash Music was big. It was one of the worlds largest entertainment companies in the world. They had TV studios and even hosted their own awards ceremony for music and TV. I had seen it on TV back in England. I was in the car with the owners son. No, I was in love with the owner of Smash Music and he was in love with me. I thought I should be excited, but for some reason I was scared. I had previously assumed that Remy's last name, Acres, was as related to the Smash Music Acres family in as much as the Wright family was related to the Wright brothers. "Ah, Acres." I said, more to break the silence than anything. "But you seem so normal." He slowly turned to face me. Our gaze locked for a few seconds then he laughed. I laughed. It was the absurdity of it all. He looked into my eyes and I tried to give him the most sincere gaze back. The laughter died down. "Don't judge me, because my family has a lot of money." He pleaded. "I never told you before because you won't believe the amount of people that try to be my 'friend' because of who I am." "I'd never judge you." I told him truthfully. "I feel as strongly for you now as I did before you told me." I smiled and held his hand in both of mine. "I understand you waiting to tell me." It didn't take us much longer to reach the Smash Music tower; it was pretty close to south Central Park , but I wasn't too sure exactly where as the car had travelled down the labyrinth of one way streets to the point that if you aren't travelling the regularly you could easily lose your sense of direction. The building was a glass towered structure that wasn't the tallest building, but it certainly wasn't modest. The glass had a blue sheen that oozed design and class and right at the bottom was a scrolling banner over the doorway that said "Smash Music - New York City". The car pulled up out of the front and the driver duly opened the door. We filed out onto the sidewalk and I took in my surroundings. People passing by were stopping in their daily routines and to see our limo and possibly get the fleeting glimpse of someone famous. When they realised it was just two ordinary looking boys, they continued onwards or faked glances at their watch or phones. I kind of wished I was famous in a way, to have to push through the crowds of people to get into a building, fans screaming my name grasping at my clothes as I pushed my way against the tide of people. Okay, perhaps not. Fame brings its own problems, privacy being one of the things that goes first. "Welcome young sirs," Came a over-zealous greeting. A middle aged man in a gaudy suit eagerly jogged down the stairs with his hands clasped together. I have never consider myself to have a good grasp of gaydar, but in this instance it was going off like siren. It wasn't just the lime green lined suit that grabbed my attention but the way his elbows seemed to be permanently glues to his waist and all his gesticulations finished with his hands clasped together in front of his chest with a wild grin. This man was clearly either very gay, or just a nutcase at the least. "Uncle Bill!" Remy responded. Oh, I hoped it wasn't a blood relation. The man hugged Remy tightly. It wasn't a man's hug. Gay. Definitely gay. A thought struck me then as I judged this man in front of me and I felt a pang of shame come over me. I have only just seen this man and the second he opened his mouth I had pigeon-holed him, I had never even gave him a chance. I wondered for a moment how many people judged me like that. Do I look gay to other people? I had never looked at myself from another perspective and the thought worried me. I am gay, obviously, do people know I am gay when they look at me? Do I scream raving homo to every passer by. I never thought I did, but does this man think he looks gay? "Oh, Remy, I've not seen you since you were a boy; my how you've grown up." He grabbed Remy by the shoulders and thrust him backwards and looked him over. "Still as handsome as ever though, have you found your soulmate yet? You can have pick of the world you know, you should..." He never got to finish his sentence as Remy had jerked his head in my direction. "Oooooh, you brought a little friend over." He let Remy go and stepped over to me, his hands clasped in excitement. I took an instinctual step backwards, not quite sure what there was to fear from this over-happy greying man. As much as it irked me that he called me little I was just going to put it down to his natural exuberance. He offered his hand to shake, which relieved me somewhat that I wasn't going to get the life squeezed out of me. I shook the hand, which was surprisingly soft and gentle. "This is Ethan." Remy took the offensive after seeing the concern in my eyes. He stepped over and took my arm, pulling it out of the hand-shake. He slipped his hand into my own and comfort washed over me as if it was a conduit for all my uneasiness to pour out of me. I felt save, invulnerable now Ethan made his claim on me. Remy's Uncle looked first at Remy and then back at me. His grin stretched across his face then he opened his arms and scrunched us both against his chest. "I knew it." He said. "You two were made for each other." I silently disagreed with him, how would he know. He started to walk towards the entrance of the tower with his arms around each of our shoulders, with one of us on each side of him, forcing our hands to part. We went up the few steps and into the lobby which was quiet, but not devoid of life. There was a number of soft sofas littered around the reception area and against the far wall was a long desk with a single person typing away at a computer. There were a few people going about daily chores like carrying papers or talking quietly on their phones. When we approached the reception Remy's uncle diverted us away from the desk and into a double set of doors. He punched in a code and pulled the door open. "Oh Jonathan, my dear. Take these boys up to Harry's office, he is expecting them, there's a darling." He said to a casually clad guy in his twenties. I learned later he was a media intern, but at this particular moment in time, he was just another nondescript person who worked in the building. He took us into the elevator which took only a few seconds before it pinged. "Mr Harry Acres office." It was almost refreshing to hear a voice that sounded particularly bored with his duties. The elevator pinged and the doors slid open into a smaller reception area. All three of us stepped out. "Dana there are two boys here for Mr Acres." The secretary, or receptionist or whoever she was flipped through a booklet or a diary on her desk before speaking. "Oh yes, he's inside. He's expecting you." She smiled warmly. All of a sudden I was feeling very nervous and overwhelmed. I felt like I was about to be judged by some strict rich guy that never got anywhere by being nice to anyone. I braced myself for a grilling. Remy took my arm by the wrist and led me into the room. "Come on, trust me, this will be easy." I did feel a bit more at ease, but nothing could have stopped me from being overwhelmed. I mean, look at the situation; I am a normal boy, or at least a normal gay boy who's fortune was to go to New York, but not only was I to fall in love on that same trip, but I was to find out that his family owned one of the biggest entertainment empires in the world, and I was about to meet him. That sort of thing only happened in the movies or incredibly clichd stories. This was real, and I was about to enter the domain of paparazzi and fast cars. I suddenly decided that I needed to pee, and just as fast pushed the thought aside as some sort of side effect of nerves. Remy pushed open the door and strode in defiantly with his eyes leading the way forward. Inside the room was an office about half the size of a tennis court. At one end was a ornate wooden desk with a thin almost borderless flatscreen, a keyboard and mouse. I could see no sign of a computer tower. Whatever they were connected to was professionally installed, and not just a box under the desk. However, what struck me as odd was that there was no one in the room. "Figures." Remy said and sighed and dropped my hand. I turned my head and looked at him. He turned and smiled at me warmly. "It's a clone of his Chicago office. Look." He strode over to a cabinet and pulled open one of the wooden cupboards and revealed a refrigerator stocked with drink. Surprisingly not all of it alcoholic. "Pepsi?" he asked holding a can out to me. "No thanks." I croaked, nervously looking about. Remy's face softened seeing the my uneasiness. "Hey." He said softly, and put a hand on my cheek. "I can imagine this is all a bit intimidating, but it's just a faade." He waved his free hand about the office. He ran his hand through my hair. "You'll see, everything will be just cool." "Oh that explains it then." A gruff masculine voice pierced the silence of the room. If I never had good bladder control I would would have peed myself there and then. No one ever wants to be caught in an intimate caress by their boyfriend, especially not the father of one. Even Remy pulled his hand away quickly in surprise. "Wha...!" Remy exclaimed, I felt him start as the hand retreated from my head. The man laughed. I wasn't sure where he had appeared from but wherever it was, it wasn't the door we came through. "So, this is the reason why you asked him to join you?" The man said in his deep baritone voice. The voice was full of command. It reminded me of Brian Blessed's voice. "Lets see you, boy." He said to me. I faced the man and tried to look not scared, but not cocky. I heard Remy sigh behind me. I never thought of Remy as the defiant kid before. "Dad, stop being a Pratt." Remy whined at his father. "This is Ethan. And I love him." Mr Acres raised his eyebrows and laughed again, his face softening a hundred-fold. "I gathered as much when I saw you all over him. Welcome Ethan, sorry for the scare. And you..." He flicked his attention onto Remy so fast. "You should have called your mother to let her know where you are. You can't leave it to Majorie to let her know where you are all the time." He sighed. He wasn't so imposing any more. He still had that imposing presence, but it was somewhat softened. I kind of realised that the commanding aura must have been his crutch to vault him to the top of the business empire, while still maintaining a loving family. I had respect for him, with a bit of fear mixed in. "And what the hell is a pratt?" "It's English for idiot." Remy said smiling. "Very funny." His dad shook his head. "Not." "So what are you really doing in New York?" Remy quizzed his father. "Well, I heard that my son had finally pulled," He ruffled my hair, but still directed his attention at his son. "So I had to see for myself, and Charlie was already here. I wasn't about to unleash him on you two yet. I do have some conscience." He walked around the room and plopped himself down in a big executive chair. "Ethan. Take a seat." He casually motioned to the seat on the opposite side of the desk to him. I nodded my acceptance of his offer, my voice still refusing to work properly. I saw down and I heard the air in the seat puff out the sides. I could smell leather; these weren't cheap seats from a local furniture store. "Remy, your sister is in 'Studio-7' could you please go and make sure she isn't up to no-good?" Remy gave a pained expression. He was going to leave me here to whatever fate this man had in mind for me. "One question first." Remy held one finger in the air. "How did you know about me and Ethan?" His dad smiled and clasped his hands in a steeple, his elbows on his desk. "The Acres hotline. You should know that, nothing gets past me." I felt Remy's comforting hand on my shoulder. I think he was apologising for speaking about me as though I wasn't here, but to be honest, I had nothing to say, but wait and respond to anything that was required of me. I was in the presence of a powerful man. I was intimidated. "Dad, do not give him the inquisition like you gave mark." Remy said to his dad sternly. Mark? My paranoia got the better of me and I shot a look to Remy, raising my eyebrows in question. "Bethany's boyfriend, my sisters boyfriend." Remy cleared up the confusion and then focussed his attention back to his father. "I don't care what you think, I'm not going..." His dad held up one solitary hand. The meaning was simple. Stop talking. "Remington." He said formally. "I admire your defense of the boy, but this is my right as your father." My attention was snapped back to Mr Acres. I was getting fearful, I was about to be judged by the judge, jury and executioner. "Your right as my father should be to care, not to pick out who I like." Remy was angry. I was just plain confused. "We should walk out of here right now and go back to the hotel." Remy was getting hyped up. I'd never seen this side of him before and a sick feeling was welling up inside of me. I stood up form my chair. My legs were shaking. I glanced from son to father and back to son. "Remington, go downstairs, now." His father remained calm. "No." Came the defiant reply from Remy. Mr Acres sighed a long breath and closed his eyes. Was he about to blow up? His voice was calm and regulated. "Remy." He paused before adding in a softer voice. "I promise." Remy's face softened, and he glanced at me apologetically. I had to fix this. "It's okay." I said placing my arm on the side of his bicep. "What's the worst that could happen?" I smiled, more through nerves than anything else. "We can still be together, right?" Remy nodded. "I know. Be strong okay. Don't let him bully you." Mr Acers snorted. Remy rolled his eyes and backed up towards the door. I turned to face the judge once again,. He simply nodded to the chair, and I sat back down. The door into the room clicked closed. Now it was truly me and him. "Okay." He began shifting his weight in his chair. "That was an interesting bout of devotion there." I pursed my lips. "Nervy kid, aren't you?" "Yes, sir." I replied. What else could I say. No? If I had said that it would have been a blatant lie. Although I thought I should at least elaborate. 'Don't let him bully you', Remy had said. "I've never been in an office like this before." Mr Acres laughed through his nose. The laugh was similar to Remy's laugh but this had more of a rumble in it. "How do you know you are gay?" The first barrage was on its way from the judge. "Uh... well." I faltered, wasn't expecting that question, though not sure what I was expecting. 'How's the weather in England? Hardly. "It's irrelevant." I said diplomatically. "Why's that? You are in love with my son, and you are a male, are you not?" he logic was impeccable. "Simple." I replied. I had my answer ready. "Homosexuality is the love of people of the same gender. Boys loving boys. I'm not Homosexual now. I'm Remy Sexual." Well okay, it sounded much cooler in my head, now I just felt like I had just escaped the loony hospital. I blushed. "Really?" He laughed genuinely. "That's a very idealistic way of putting it." "Sorry, but I can't see past him." I had to stick with my point, no matter how silly it first sounded. "What if you find yourself losing interest in him eventually because of some silly quirk he has that really irritates you?" He fired at me. "Those aren't silly quirks, they are just small parts of what makes him, him." He nodded thoughtfully. I was surprised he wasn't writing it all down. "May I ask you a question?" "Please do?" "How did you know that your wife was the one you wanted to be with?" I was playing him the same card back. Asking him the same question seemed like a good way to get him to think of the answers he needed. "Good question." He said. I beamed. "I didn't. All I knew at the time was that I was in love, it wasn't until much later that I decided that I wanted to spend my life with her. I never stopped loving her though." It sounded legitimate enough. "Although you and Remy have only known each other for a few days, right?" "Right, but sometimes you know. Sometimes you are just so compatible that something happens between the two of you and you go from wanting to be happy, to wanting them to be happy." Mr Acres nodded. "I understand. I was young once too." He leaned back in his chair. "I've seen people hurt through love. My brother came out when he was twenty-four. So much pain he caused my father, of course, not my brothers fault, he just had a tendency to fall for the ones that just wanted to use him." His eyes softened and became more human. "I have 3 children, Ethan." He spoke more casually now, more like a friend than a commander. "Michael, who is soon to be married to a beautiful Italian woman, and then there is Bethany, she's only fifteen, but she's right in the middle of dating. I suppose I am overly harsh on her. Fathers always are on their daughters. Some men only have one thing on their mind." He was opening up to me. Why? I hadn't the faintest idea. "Remington though, the youngest. He told us he as gay when he was eleven, can you believe that? He said, 'Dad I want to marry a boy.' It was surprising, but I was ready. I think I treat him different to the others. I can't treat him as I do Michael, and I certainly can't treat him like Bethany, god no." He was monologuing and I was getting bored. I didn't fancy a 101 in family ethics. I had a gorgeous body waiting for me downstairs that was no doubt worried about me. "Mr Acres?" I interrupted him. "Whatever you are doing to raise him. Keep doing it." I had to end this here and now, I wanted Remy. I hadn't been away from him that long since we met, and I was getting irritable. Was this Remy withdrawal? "I'm his guardian, he's my angel. I love your son and I'm going to be in his life for a long long long time." I realised I was stood up and leaning on the desk. I was getting heated. "Do I pass the test?" Mr Acres smiled warmly and nodded. "Yes." He chuckled. "I had already spoken to Connor's mother about you two, she says you are quite enamoured with each other." Oh crap had she seen us holding hands at some point? "And by the way." He said after standing up. "She said you two looked adorable all cuddled up in bed." I went crimson. She had seen us in bed together. She had lied about banging on the door all morning, she must have walked in seen us all wrapped up together and then left. Holy crap. It was a good job we were wearing our underwear. Mental note: Lock the hotel room door when there's a chance for nookie. Another crippling thought struck me. What if she had come in while we were getting acquainted with each other in the shower? We wasn't exactly quiet. Mr Acres gave a guttural laugh. "Don't worry, she had a gay brother too." That's right, Mrs Wright and Mr Acres are brother and sister. Connor had mentioned that he had a rich aunt and uncle in America. Who would have thought I'd be here talking about being in love with their son, or nephew, or cousin. I felt overwhelmed again, but rather than feeling nerved I felt exhausted. "Go find Remy. I know he cares for you a lot. It wasn't like him to get to defensive over anyone like that." We both stood up, and Mr Acres offered his hand out for me to shake. "Call me Harry." He offered. "Who knows, maybe one day you'll call me Dad." * * * End of Part 3

<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> <HTML> <HEAD> <META HTTP-EQUIV="CONTENT-TYPE" CONTENT="text/html; charset=windows-1252"> <TITLE></TITLE> <META NAME="GENERATOR" CONTENT="OpenOffice.org 2.2 (Win32)"> <META NAME="AUTHOR" CONTENT="Abe Froman"> <META NAME="CREATED" CONTENT="20070620;12201100"> <META NAME="CHANGEDBY" CONTENT="Abe Froman"> <META NAME="CHANGED" CONTENT="20070625;13121600"> <STYLE TYPE="text/css"> <!-- @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; direction: ltr; color: #000000; text-align: left; widows: 0; orphans: 0 } P.western { font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; so-language: en-CA } P.cjk { font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt } P.ctl { font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 10pt } --> </STYLE> </HEAD> <BODY LANG="en-CA" TEXT="#000000" DIR="LTR"> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=4><B>A Lady Dreams</B></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2>&copy;</FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2> </FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><SPAN LANG="en-CA">Abe Froman</SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature so if you are underage where you live, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a literary homage only or is purely coincidental.</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected]. They are appreciated and warmly received.</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions are met:</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>1) The story is not altered in any way</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>2) The story contains my name and disclaimer</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>3) You do not make money from the story</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>This story was written for and inspired by my Muse and my Lady, Miss Porcelaina Valeriana. Her dreams inspire me, and I hope that I can live in hers this way as well.</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western"><BR><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western"><BR><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She stepped into her spacious bathroom, hearing her heels click on the gleaming marble floor with a delightful echo. The water was gushing out of the glistening taps and just about finished filling the large claw-footed tub that stood out in the centre of the room, dominating. This bathroom, her personal one, was the size of some typical apartments but it suited her perfectly and fit into the scale of her sprawling castle delightfully. The tall, arched windows rose up nine feet above the floor, and the flowing sheers billowed lightly with a gentle breeze.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She drew down the zipper of her fitted leather top, exposing her flawless porcelain flesh and her firm breasts, smiling softly to herself as she ran a fingertip across a crease that her top had left imprinted in her skin. She hung the top on the wooden valet that stood beside the screened dressing area. The zipper on her skirt was a slightly harder tug, as it drew the lightly elasticized fabric tightly to her sculpted derri&egrave;re. She lay the skirt aside as well, and sat on the antique wooden chair roll to unclasp her garters and roll the vintage silk stockings down her legs. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She strode to the tub, swung her petite frame gracefully over the edge, and let herself slowly sink into the steaming water and mound of bubbles. She felt the water wash and flow over her, drawing her into a separate world of relaxation. As she lay her head back against the molded pillow fitted to the end of the tub, her eyes closed and she let out a soft purr of a moan.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Her day, while having been supremely satisfying, had been a tiring one, and her respite was well-deserved. Perhaps it had been a slightly more trying day for her slave, but that was to be expected, the thought, as her lips curled into a silent smile. In the quiet, with only the soft rustle of the breeze and song of an occasional bird, she could let the experiences and memories of her day float over her, reliving them in toe-curling detail. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She let each individual highlight have its own spotlight in her mind&rsquo;s eye: the first look on his face when she made him strip completely as he stood only steps inside her doorway, watching him struggle into the stockings and garters, his groans as she tightened the corset around his waist, pulling and pulling the laces, the blush on his face as she stuffed his bra with the breast forms, then watching him fight to wiggled his entire body into the form-fitting rubber dress, the way his lips stretched around the ball gag, the way that same gag made his groans a gurgling blubber when she bent him over and plowed the giant plug up onto his ass. She had been so strict with him, making him clean her entire kitchen, bottom to top, in that condition.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Watching each of these acts had been wonderful and reliving them now in her mind was just as sweet, especially as she knew his torment was still continuing, for even now, he was waiting in the torment she had left him in: trapped in a cage that was little more than an upright tube of cast iron bars, the dildo stuffed inside his ass mounted to a pole on the floor of the cage, keeping him standing on his toes on the steel deckplate of the cage&rsquo;s base, barefoot in his stockings, drooling and moaning around his gag, his wrists cuffed together in steel shackles, behind his back.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She pushed at the taps with her toes, letting fresh hot water pour into the tub, as she thought gleefully about his predicament, his humiliation and his transformation from the normal, if nervous man she met not so long ago. She could think of him now only as her whore, her slave, her big-titted slut in shameless clothing, doing any and all of the shameless things that floated into her mind. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>There were times she feared the place that he had carved out in her heart, for she loved him with a kind of pure burn. She loved the way he moved, both when free and when laden down with heavy chains. She loved the way he talked, when he tried to express his thoughts and dreams, when he struggled in fear to give honest answers to her interrogations and still avoid punishments, and even the gurgling mmpphhhs that he forced out around gags. She knew, in her love of him, that he still tried to reject what he was, what she had help make him, and while that conflict in his mind made his humiliations all the more powerful, it also made her think he might one day try to flee from her again. She could barely stand the thought of being without him, so she put the unwelcome concept out of her mind. After all, if he tried to leave her his own needs and addiction would bring him back, like a 10 year old boy who runs away from home, only to come toddling back in time for lunch. She brought her mind back to him now, as he was, and smiled widely, even if a question still lingered in her mind: was she as much his as he was hers?</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She concentrated on his trials, current and past, and let his embarrassments thrill her even more, letting her thoughts circling around them. As she did, she felt as though she could actually start to imagine his thougths, the reactions of his mind and body, almost feel the burning redness he must feel on his cheeks when she shames him before her friends, or in front of strangers. His thoughts, his dreams, his desires, his deepest needs seemed to wash over her and cover her as completely as the bathwater.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA">Relaxing there more and more deeply, reclined in the scented water, she could almost physically feel the tightness of the clothes she put him in, she could almost feel the cool air up his short skirts, almost feel the boucing of his slutty fake tits in those low cut tops, and how the latex or leather would just cling to his body. She could almost feel the sensations of helplessness and of being completely controlled that he must feel when his body was trapped by the cages or bandage she put upon him, or the internal and external torment from the toys use upon him</SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">.</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>The link between their minds was so strong, and she was sure that this was what allowed her to feel these things almost as if they were happening to her herself, as is she was standing there in his place, feeling the complete dominance by another almost overwhelming. That image, that experience, that near-perfect link between the two of them, allowing his thoughts to flow into her like never before, filled her mind as she drifted off into a light sleep.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>The rich and real world of her thoughts transformed into dreams, and she saw and felt herself fully in his place, but with subtle changes she became aware of as she felt her body squirm. Instead of being in a small cage in a darkened basement storage room, she was in the centre of the castle&rsquo;s spacious library. Her wrists were drawn high over her head, chains from cuffs at her wrists disappearing up to the ceiling. Instead of being up on her toes in bare feet, she felt the tight grip of leather ballet boots holding her feet pointed in an extreme point. She wasn&rsquo;t balanced atop a dildo pole, but she felt the intrusion of large phallises inside her pussy and ass, though all she could see of them was the rubber thong that sealed them inside her. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Just like she left him, she wore a tightly laced waist cincher, but in place of the full coverage bra holding his latex breast forms, she wore a demi cut bra constructed of fine lace and ribbon, barely covering her nipples. The part of her mind that knew she was dreaming filled with strange joy as she felt his fantasies almost guiding hers, as she was able to look down at her own breasts just as cartoonishly large as his were made, but in this dream hers are completely real, and she felt her flesh tingle and her nipples stiffen as stray breeze flowed across her body. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She felt and tasted the dominating presence of the penis gag in her mouth &ndash; it pressed down on her tongue with the strong smack of both her own pussy and his cum. It was a taste of submission, and it gave her a high that she had never felt in that way before. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She squirmed, pulling at her bonds, not to truly to try to free herself, but rather to feel their strength, to feel how tightly they held her, to give her body the full release of being able to throw all she had at them and know they would still hold her tight. She felt her body stretched tight, pulled long and taut, and she felt the sensation of it growing in her shoulders and her sides. The weight that she was able to transfer to the floor made her toes ache with their enforced posture, and she felt the boots to tight and hot around her feet.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>As the experience of her position intensified with the passage of time she began to shift her weight from foot to foot, not only to give her body some relief, but also, she realized with a blush, because she wanted to feel the rigid toys inside her move. She could feel her pussy so wet, so hot, reacting to everything she was experiencing. Her thoughts were changing; it wasn&rsquo;t like in the tub, where she was aroused by watching him struggle, or imagining him undergoing these things for her, but she was tingling from the sensations themselves, the mental experience as well as the physical one. She could feel the toys up inside her, teasing her, and she could imagine what she looked like, writhing to feel them more intensely, but she wanted it, needed it at that moment. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She stopped after a few minutues, with a groan of frustration. It wasn&rsquo;t enough! She couldn&rsquo;t make them move the way she wanted them to, needed them to. It was exasperating, feeling her arousal grow and grow until she wanted so badly to bring herself to release, but being held back by the control of another. She wanted just be back in her bath, to feel her fingers freely splay between her thighs, to bring herself off, but she just couldn&rsquo;t make herself wake up. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>At the same instant, she realized that her desire to be free wasn&rsquo;t quite complete. She wanted to feel this slow rolling boil of sensation last longer and longer, not wanting it to end just yet. Even more powerful, more affecting on her mind, was the realization that it didn&rsquo;t matter what she wanted. There didn&rsquo;t seem to be any way she could change her situation, her sensations, she was trapped, a captive of these strange new dreams.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She leaned her head back, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan of pleasure and frustration and desire, all wrapped up in one. In that moment, in that temporary darkness, she felt his touch. She could tell instantly that it was him, her slave, even though he had an unfamiliar confidence to his motions. He was behind her, pressing his body up against hers, grinding his stiffness against her as he slid his body downwards. Then she feels his hands &ndash; had they always been that strong? &ndash; pushing her legs apart. The strain at her arms and shoulders only increased as her legs were spread, at least two feet apart, but if he noticed her anguish he didn&rsquo;t let on, as she only felt this new position forced upon her by a spreader bar he was locking onto her ankles.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She let herself feel it, let the sensations sink in, both painful and the arousing, letting them mix together. She kept her eyes closed, as his unseen touch now moved up her body, letting his fingers graze up the insides of her thighs, along her stocking seams, over her ass, curling over hips, up her sides, curving to her front, over the tight waist cincher, until he cupped her breasts in her bra firmly and lovingly, but also with a tangible, inexplicable tone of ownership. She felt their strange new fullness, the weight of her breast in his grip, and his kneading made them feel alive in his grip.</FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"> <BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She felt his fingers slide over her breasts, making her tingle. Her nipples responded, stiffening the moment his thumb and forefinger gripped them, and they only grew stiffer and more sensitized as his pressure increased, pinching and rolling them, until her eyes jerked open, looking down to see his fingers closing gleaming steel clover clamps upon them. They stood out stiffer and farther than she&rsquo;d ever seen them, poking out over the top of her bra cups, the clamp device weighing them down and the linking chain swaying in a gentle arc between her massive new tits.</FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"> <BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>The clamps hurt, shooting a kind of intense shooting pain into her body, but hey also made her even hotter, and the way her own motion caused the chain to sway and tease her nipples only made her wetter. There didn&rsquo;t seem to be words she could put to this sensation even in her silent thoughts. They hurt, yes, but the buildup of sensations over her entire body, from her aching feet, her stiffening calves, the maddening invasions of her ass and pussy, the hugging grip of her waist cincher, and even the pulsing pain at her nipples and soreness at her shoulders, they all just seemed to give her the ability to feel everything with a new intensity, like the volume had been turned up on her nervous system. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>It made her want more, just more, more of everything. More pleasure, more pain, more of anything to feed her growling need. She became aware that she was moaning non-stop around her gag, and that slick ropes of saliva were trailing down her chin and making thick drops upon her heaving breasts.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She got an answer to her needs, thought it wasn&rsquo;t the answer she would have chosen. Her moans were shocked into screams as without warning she felt the cheeks of her ass explode in near blinding pain. She could tell, in the panting seconds after the strike, that she was feeling her leather flogger first hand &ndash; the way the leather tails spread and curled around her curves as they slapped at her. She wasn&rsquo;t given much time to contemplate that strike, however, as it was quickly followed with another, and another, and another. He was building up a rhythm, moving his arm and the flogger in the practiced figure-eight of an expert tormentor. She was screaming against her gag, her spittle bubbling around it, and her body jerked in a vain attempt to avoid each landing. Her spasming motion only served to shake her nipple clamps, increasing that torture as well.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>He was guiding the strokes carefully, changing his target so slightly each time, so that he was reddening her ass and the backs of her legs completely and evenly. She couldn&rsquo;t escape, she couldn&rsquo;t avoid them, as they rained down over and over, in a seemingly never-ending torment. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>And then, and quickly and as wordlessly as it began, it was over. She was panting, her heart pounding, and she felt as though a fire had been lit under her skin, as though it must be glowing and visibly throbbing. She slumped down, and could do nothing but let herself be suspended by her wrist bondage. She was buzzing, aching, and in disbelief. How could she be dreaming this, feeling this? She never had dreamed of taking his place before, she had never had the slightest interest it in, and yet here she was, not only dreaming it, but loving it, and seemingly trapped in a dream that wasn&rsquo;t near done with her yet. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She wondered, in a haze, what would it would take to wake up? Was orgasm that much like a little death? Would it take release to free her from the slavery of these thoughts?</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Her musing was interrupted by the feeling of the strength of his hand on her body, a body she only now realized was glistening all over. He had moved a piece of furniture in front of her; it looked like those pommel horses from gymnastics, and it was stretched out before her, lengthwise. Her hands were freed from the ceiling, still cuffed together, but she could lower her arms, which she did with a gingerly soreness. He took firm hold of her wrists too soon, and pulled her forwards, so that she was laying down along the horse, and she felt its padded surface beneath her from her belly to the middle of her chest, which only pushed her breasts higher upwards, as they squeezed over the end and sides, with her nipple clamp chain swaying, keeping the sensations of her nipples fresh and raw.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>He used wide leather straps in three places to strap her body immovable to the horse, and he ratcheted them so tight that she though she wasn&rsquo;t going be able to breathe. He freed her left wrist from the cuffs, but only long enough to pull her arms up behind her back, and lock them secure once more.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She strained to lift her head, to meet his eyes, but he seemed to move around her with the shadows as his ally, always just in the dark our out of her sight, shielding his face and expression from her pleading eyes.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>His motions were quick and efficient, professional, as if he didn&rsquo;t want to waste a single motion or second as he prepared her for what was to come. For her part, she felt so strange and unsure, feeling his hands move over her now with little more expression or emotion that he might have had building something out of wood. She felt cheap, exposed, helpless, frustrated, needy, humiliated &ndash; she was so open, so exposed, hardly dressed and with mouth, cunt and ass stuffed up with sex toys, while her thighs were wet with dripping need and her drooling lips felt swollen and hungry. And in this position, this predicament, her thoughts didn&rsquo;t even seem her own, as they were telling her body that she loved it. She craved nothing more that to be this for him, to be his sex toy, to be placed and used to please him, visually and sensually. Her lust was boiling up inside her, with a brazen need to cum, but at the same time if he wanted to just hold her this way so he could look at her, she could wish for nothing more.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Watch her he did, as his hands were suddenly gone from her body, and he was circling her, watching her flesh strain, pressed between the tight bondage with each breath, her breasts heaving, her nipples swollen around the cold steel grip of the clamps, and he pulled down on the chain, only making them bite harder into her. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>He was behind her once more, dragging his fingertips over the smoldering embers of her assflesh, he seemed for a moment gentle, but then with a rip and jerk he tore her thong from her and the integrated dildos were torn from her holes in a wet slurping double pop. She screamed anew into her gag, with the pain and shame of it. After wearing them inside her body for so long she felt as if she her holes must be gaping wide open. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>And as if testing that assumption, he was suddenly inside her, driving his thick stiff cock up into her pussy, slapping his body against her sore ass and testing the strength of the straps holding her body in place. She felt him drive so deep; she felt so full and so shamefully wet, knowing he could tell in an instant how much she needed this. Five thrusts up into her soaked sex were all he took, however, before he withdrew from her completely, sliding his slick shaft between her ass cheeks, making her wait, agonize, before he refilled her, this time pushing against the dildo-stretched rosebud of her ass, lubricated with her own nectar, and his thrusts were no less deep and full, if only slightly slower, and she feel his hands gripping her immobilized hips, as he thrust deep, over and over.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She couldn&rsquo;t believe this, she couldn&rsquo;t comprehend the state she was in. She was taking her slave up her ass, taking his cock, taking him complete control. This wasn&rsquo;t a case of her giving him sex, but rather him taking her, riding her, fucking her on his own terms, at his own pace and exactly how he wished to, and more than just taking it or allowing it, she felt more lust and need than she could remember. Her lust was rising off any chart she could think of. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>But just as she was fighting to accept that his warm wet cock in her ass, pumping, seemed just about to make her cum, he was out of her again. She didn&rsquo;t stay empty long, as he clearly prepared for this transition, and twin dildos pushed into her at once, so thick and deep into her pussy and ass &ndash; they were so big, and she felt the patterns and ribs on their surface, but she was shamefully glad to be filled up again, even by humiliating toys. And oh god, even as they started to pump into her on their own, merciless alternating thrusts. Each dildo was mounted on a steel rod, fixed to rotating wheel powered by an industrial strength fucking machine, secured behind her, and it spand and ran and drove the toys into her, slow and deep and non-stop. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She had been left on the edge by his cock, on the precipice of orgasm by his fucking, so she hoped to her own disgrace that this impersonal machine would grant her the release she needed with every fibre of her being. But it wasn&rsquo;t enough &ndash; it was too slow, too methodical &ndash; it just made her feel like a whore, on display, getting the most mortifying kind of fucking she could imagine. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>At least it was a dream, at least it was only in her head, at least no one could see her like this, no one would know, none of them could possibly ever be allowed to know... She knew as soon as the thought entered her head that she never should have allowed it.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She opened her eyes and struggled to lift her head and look around the spacious room. She him, her slave, so close, and his delicious cock still wet with her juices, he was stroking it slowly and firmly while he moved around her. She looked around more, struggling to see, and her fears were realized, as there, just at the edge of the shadows, were the two other men. They were men she had allowed to serve her as slaves; men whom she had sissified and humbled when it pleased her. Now, even though heavy chains locked to metal collars around their next held them away from her, she could could see that each had is own meat in his hands, jerking off ferociously at the sight of her debasement.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Her thoughts were strange and alien to her once more, even in this horrifying moment, as she realized that the sight of them, these three slaves now watching her trapped and fucked, was only making her wetter. Her cherished favorite and these two servants were clearly aroused, watching her. The sight of her body, her torment, her use, it was stiffening their cocks, making them breath in quick jerking gasps. Chained as they were away from her, they had no choice but to take themselves in their hands, so great was the desire she was inciting in them. How could this make her wet, make her aroused? She was a lady, a dominant, a Mistress &ndash; not some common whore to be entertainment for men, but her body was not accepting her reasoning, and she felt herself grinding against the horse she was strapped onto, aching to fuck back against the pistoning rubber cocks. She wanted them to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>He unbuckled her gag and drew it from her mouth, letting it slide out in a long wet slurp. He spoke to her now, finally, and the sound of his voice flowed over her like honey.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Are you my slut?&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She moaned in shame. How could these thoughts be in her head, how could all of this be making her body react this way. She tried to mumble in the affirmative.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Speak up!&rdquo; There was rage in his voice, something she had never heard, and it frightened her to the core.</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Are. You. My. Slut?&rdquo; Each word hit her like a slap across the face.</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Yes!&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Are you my whore?&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Yes. Oh god yes.&rdquo; There were tears rolling down her face with the rawness of it all.</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Does my slut want to cum?&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Yes! please yes!&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Does my whore </SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><I>need</I></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal"> to cum?&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Oh yes! Oh god please yes, please!&rdquo; The sound of her voice in ragged pleaded was so foreign to her ears.</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Good girl.&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She was confused; was that yes, was that no? His stiff cock silenced her, and she felt him drive fully into her mouth, sliding over her tongue, until she felt the spongy purple heat hot against the back of her throat. He slide back, then into her again. One more withdrawal, taking him nearly out of mouth, was met with the suction of her lips, as she needed to feel him inside her, as the machine never stopped filling her up from behind. With the third thrust, he spoke to her, only to her, and commanded her, &ldquo;CUM.&rdquo;</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She felt the thick heat of his explosion in her mouth and throat, and she tasted it filling her up as her own release fell upon her like a crumbling wall. It ravaged her completely, and screamed with her mouth full of him, bubbling jism all around her lips. Her mouth gripped and sucked him with all she had, and her body was gripping the mechanical dildos with such force that she managed to slow the motor noticably. The orgasm just wouldn&rsquo;t stop, and became not quite multiple, but one that just seemed to last and last and last, until she felt lightheaded and her vision began to blur and darken at the edges. She slumped motionless on the horse as she lost consciousness.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She awoke with a jerk in the tub, sending water rolling out over the edges as splashing across the floor. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing rapidly. She couldn&rsquo;t remember a dream ever being so so vivid. She ran her hand over her face, and tried to calm herself, but there was something there. A taste, on her lips. Her eyes jerked wide open in disbelief and shock. But there was no way it could have been.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She bounded out of the tub, wrapping a bath sheet around her as she ran to him, barefoot, her wet feet pounding down the castle&rsquo;s corridors, until she reached him.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>He was there, caged, trapped, just as she left him. She turned from him, breathed a long sigh, and wonderfed if she would bother to explain her appearance, when she returned again, properly dressed. One thing seemed strange, though, and she turned back to him quickly. There, on his thigh, was his cum. She just couldn&rsquo;t imagine how he could have brought himself to release while trapped so completely.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Even more troubling was the knowing smile in his eyes, that bared her to her core.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected], and thanks again to my Lady for her inspiration, and to all you who have taken the time to read this.</I></FONT></FONT></P> </BODY> </HTML>

The Solution (c) Abe Froman The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature so if you are underage where you live, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected]. They are appreciated and warmly received. This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions are met: 1) The story is not altered in any way 2) The story contains my name and disclaimer 3) You do not make money from the story Introduction This story was written for and inspired by my muse and my Lady, Miss Porcelaina Valeriana. Sometimes there are complications to life and relationships, lines you think you can't cross, don't want to, or can't quite dare to. Sometimes you think too much about what is impossible, and why things can't work. There is a solution to those problems, those choices -- sometimes you might not even want it, but you might need it. Sometimes you need decisions made for you. Would you dare? Would you even be given the choice? Chapter One I'd gone to bed so frustrated that I was sure sleep was a lost cause, but the glow of the TV in my empty apartment had grown to bother me. It was hard enough to find a great date or lover - as the late night dating service infomercials had been reminding me - but add into that a collection of kinks and "unusual" desires and it was even harder, maybe even impossible. Anyone I met online might seem to be perfect, but I couldn't quite deal with the unknown of how they'd really be in person, never mind that it seemed a terrible truism that the more appealing the mind and body the farther away she was sure to be. The one woman I wanted, the one I felt so connected to was the one that seemed to represent all of the desires and aches and lusts that had only caused me so much unhappiness in the past. Sleep finally came and still my uneasy, dream-filled mind raced. I awoke in a jolt, my body suddenly tense with panic. A bright light burned my eyes, blinding me. I heard muffled noises and saw the moving shadows - someone was in my apartment, my bedroom! Heavy, gloved hands held me down as I tried to get up and struggle and fight, and the strange-smelling cloth pushed over my nose and mouth robbed me of the panic I knew I should be feeling as I drifted into unconsciousness. The next time my eyes opened, I felt strange and groggy. My mind quickly told me that he was standing, then expanded on that to let me know my hands were somehow restrained over my head and my legs were pulled wide open. I couldn't speak, and I fought a gagging reflex as I became truly aware of how large the rubber cock-gag filling my mouth was. She moved into my view. I'd seen her image, but it didn't prepare me for the power of her in person. "I know you've been frustrated, uneasy, afraid and all of that. So, I've found a solution. You don't know what you want to do, or how to do it, or what it will mean. So, I'm taking the decision from you. You're mine now - not because you want to be, but because I've taken you. "I'm not going to tell you where you are. I will tell you that all of your clothing and possessions are gone. Some have been donated to charity, some will be sold - I'll take the proceeds to offset the costs of your training and use. Your apartment lease has been given up. A rather convincing letter will inform your boss that you've quit. Even if they doubted it, you won't be returning there. "Now, to start." I screamed into the gag as she shoved the plug into my ass. Filling your own ass with a toy allows you generosity of lube and pace - not so this time. She grabbed my cock and pulled it out from my body while she wrapped it and my balls in a tight harness - finished off with a pink bow, I noticed. She then placed the leather collar around my neck, secured with a rather imposing lock, I also saw. "At this point, you might expect me to remove your gag and ask you what you think about me making you live out your fantasy and have you agree to it. Here's something else to get used to: You're mine - I've made it so with my chains. I've taken you. You are my property, my slut, and if you know what's good for you, you'll do what I tell you. As for what you think about it, you sissy whore, I couldn't fucking care less. Think about that." She shut off the lights as she left me there. Chapter Two My tongue, pierced with both a ring through the tip and a bar in the middle, was kept pressed against the dildo gag. The gag filled my mouth at most times, unless She wished my tongue on her or in her, or if I was being fed. For me to drink She had me suck fluids from another, incredibly realistic dildo, in order to make my humiliation continuous. Some days I was dressed in the frilliest of pink panties, bras and lace, with a lace bow tight around my cock and balls and a large pink plug stuffing my ass. Other days I might wear only her chains. Really terrible days were Her favourite, when I was naked and outside all day, often in the rain. She might let me use a doghouse for cover, or some days I was chained just out reach of it. Something was up today, though. I'd been showered and cleaned from head to toe. My whole body had been shaved - even my head. Looking down at my naked body, I could see I was now more fit and my skin glowed. I saw the feeding cock brought to me and without a second thought I kneeled and began to suck at it. The worst part was that She made me "prime" it by sucking and licking at it, virtually blowing it, before She would let food flow. There was a taste in it that I was also beginning to recognize... I cursed silently as the drugs made consciousness flee... She loved to have me helpless and unconscious when She did her worst. I never got used to the slow, groggy awakenings. It took time to remember where I was, and then within that context, what had been done to me. To help him this time, she had suspended me by my wrists in front of a mirror, though this was confusing at first, because I didn't recognize myself. Trying to breathe deeply confirmed that it was indeed my body squeezed into the form I saw before me by a wickedly laced corset. My legs looked so elegant in those stockings with perfectly aligned seams and wonderful silver clasps at the garters. The shoes must have six-inch heels and were locked on with glinting silver locks. My head was covered with a long, blonde wig, and hair fell over my heavily made-up face. My lips were bright red around a wide, circular ring gag. A tiny bell hung from the ring in my tongue. Adding to my surprising curves were a pair of rather full breasts under a lacy white fitted blouse. My hips also seemed to bulge under a petticoat-lifted short skirt. A white lace apron, matching my blouse, hung over the front of the skirt. Most out of place, and clearly shown by his current posture, was my cock dangling below the hemline of my skirt - stiff and held that way with a tight bow of pink ribbon. In short, I looked like a slutty serving wench. She let me down and I stumbled at first on the heels. What actually made me fall was the sudden shock of burning pain in my ass. "Yes, that goes off if you don't obey," was all She said. The doorbell rang, and the look in her eyes made it clear that I was to answer it. I saw the decorations in the great hall as I passed through it on my way. A lot of "good bye" and "good luck." I paused at the door, with a slight uneasy feeling, and turned back to her. My gagged mouth could do little but drool, but she read the questions in his eyes. "Yes, whore, it's your goodbye party. Open the fucking door." As I swung it open to allow in the people I'd worked with for years, I fully understood the lack of mercy in my Lady. Chapter Three I had barely slept at all with the icy cold rain pelting my body, naked in my cage. She had put the cage out on the back of an open pickup truck last night and locked me into it. My wrists were locked to cuffs attached to the front corners and my ankles to the opposite corners. I could do nothing but kneel on all fours. Attached to one side was a pole with large pink rubber cock and balls poking into the cage - or more accurately, into my mouth. Only once it had been jammed in to the point of near gagging had it been locked in place. A matching one, or larger going by the feeling, had been similarly and firmly pushed into my ass and locked there. So there I knelt, like a pig on spit, my naked body impaled on two obscene rubber cocks, outside, in the pouring rain, waiting for morning or release or sleep or simply unconsciousness. If it wasn't enough, my cock and balls were throbbing. My Lady, her slaves, or myself at her command, had been teasing regularly without release for about ten days. My balls felt heavy and full with a pulsing ache. To make sure I felt it, pink ribbon made a tight bow around the base of my shaft. Sunrise found me still there, the cold rainwater dripping down off me, as I was stuffed and suckling rubber for yet another hour. Shivering with a dildo tight and rammed inside you is a unique sensation. I must have passed out for a while, because it was the movement of the truck that woke me. Of course, there was no tarp or cover over my cage, so my humiliating situation was evident to anyone who bothered to look - not that I could turn my head to be aware of it. The hum of the tires on the highway had the effect of a vibrator on my prostate, and my ribbon-encased cock when as hard as it could. I was exhausted and I didn't even feel like a person any more - certainly not a man. At least the sun came out and along with the wind it dried me. The switch from paved roads to country gravel meant merciless bouncing transferred from the road to the truck bed to the cage to the plug to my ass. Finally the truck stopped, and I felt the tears on my cheeks. I heard her voice. "We're here, slut, at the farm. Now your easy days are over and we'll get you to work to earn your keep." Chapter Four I didn't really think any more, not in the way I used to. It was more a kind of mental humming, or static, as I passed from one dehumanizing torture to the next. Each morning, I was let out of my stall in the barn, with my bare flesh marked with the strands of hay that were my only bedding. I was led into a small wooden enclosure, and the newness of morning making me freshly aware that my ass was full of a large plug, with an attached horsehair tail teasing my thighs. A bowl of warmish gruel was dumped before me, and hunger drove my face into it. My hands and legs were locked to the four corners of the stall, so I could not move from my position on all fours, and was kept in the middle of the space. I know each time that it's coming, but I find I still try to pretend, or to ignore it, or just lose myself in the bowl of food, trying to forget. There is no avoiding it though, and Her hands attach the device to my cock as I keel there. It's a modified milking machine, all cold steel and remorseless as it starts to work. It is an odd feeling as it sucks and works on me, and every day my body betrays me, and my cock stiffens for it. It is growing more demanding, pulling at me, sucking, until finally I cum for it - my face messy with the dripping gruel, locked in place, muscles tight and spasming, gripping at the plug stuffing me, and my cum sucked out of me, down the clear pipes, to who knows where. After milking, the plug is removed and I'm allowed bladder and bowel relief, and then I'm cleaned. No hot shower, but rather led outside by a leather lead and sprayed down with icy cold water and soap. The powerful spray is pushed into my mouth, over my flesh and of course between my ass cheeks. Once my keeper is satisfied, I am re-tailed, leather mitts are locked onto my hands and lower legs. A rubber bit gag is pulled into my mouth and locked there by its harness. Another harness is fitted over my shoulders and torso, and I am led out to begin another day of hard labour. There are days I am just called upon to drag things across the yard and fields, with Her laughter filling my ears. I'll be moving them back to where they started tomorrow. Chapter Five There were days on end that I spent bound out in the pasture on a wooden cross. Itching hay was pushed in the tops of my stockings and overstuffed my panties and the bra I was made to wear. My arms were outstretched and I was helpless but to squirm, made into a living, sissified scarecrow. This day, after waking and milking and washing, I'm taken to a new place. "It's time to pack you up for the return trip, slave," is her only explanation. A balloon-like gag is pushed into my mouth. A similar plug is worked into my ass. A kind of rubber donut encircles my cock and balls. Clear rubber tubes dangle from all three devices. My wrists are cuffed behind me and then leather straps trap my arms against my body tightly. More straps hold my legs tight at mid thigh, above and below my knees, and at my ankles. Before I am wrapped up completely, I watch immobile as you attach some device to the tubes. I can hear it start to hum moments before I feel all three attachments start to inflate and grow. My mouth is stuffed so full that my cheeks swell as the gag inflates within me. My cock is gripped tightly, mercilessly as the donut enlarges, getting tighter around me as it also makes them poke out perpendicularly from my body. The plug inside my ass swells, growing, stretching me so wide, pushing deeper and wider, until I feel it will tear me open. "There, slut, all safe for travel - it is like you're wrapped in air-bags. Though I should tell you, all of these are filled up with the cum we've been sucking from you this trip. Not all of it, of course, as we'll find uses for that for some time. Of course this morning's offering is still warm." I'm dropped in a coffin-sized packing crate, with a few small holes to give the only light and air. Before you nail down the lid, I lay helpless as the bowl of warm cum is poured over my face. Chapter Six It is a strange thing to be un-packed and pushed back into a small wire cage in a dark cold dungeon. It is stranger still to experience it and feel that you are finally back home. There was no time for me to revel in that, or any other, sensation. It seems as soon as I woke, I was being taken up to the upper floors, dressed in what I now recognized as my "public" uniform: four-inch red patent leather heels locked on over red vintage stockings, the garters correctly fixed to the garter belt before the addition of matching red lace trimmed panties. The ends of the pink ribbon bow laced tight around my cock and balls teased out of the tiny undergarment. Add on the tightly laced waist cincher and the bright red lipstick and my long hair teased and curled into a bouncy mass, and I was ready for another humiliating experience. With my ankles in leather cuffs linked by an 18-inch hobble chain, I was brought out to the driveway, looking even more ridiculous in the bright light of day, among the normality and beauty of the outdoors My Lady had a new car, vintage, like one of those old checker cabs, but all in black and lilac. I was taken around to the driver's seat - confused, as I was surely not going to be allowed to drive. Even as I was lowered in the driver's seat area, I was not sure what was happening. Once in place, it became clearer. My arms, pulled tight behind me, elbows touching, were strapped tight against my body, and my upper body was similarly strapped to the frame. A plug was pushed up into my ass as I was fully pushed down in place, and legs too were strapped in place. My cock was pulled out of the hem of my panties and was obscenely hard, pushed up against my belly. A penis gag was stuffed into my mouth and buckled tight as a final touch. I was not to drive my Lady's car - I was instead to be her car seat. She arrived outside as my preparations were completed, and she giggled and clapped in glee. She wiggled down onto me and her lovely firm ass was agony against my cock. She slid back and forth, slid around and bounced, testing me out as a proper support for her. My Lady started the car, and flipped a switch on the dashboard started the dildo inside me to vibrating. With that, she fastened her seat belt, put the car in gear, and she began her trip - a trip that ended up consisting of numerous errands, with lots of opportunities for her to dismount and remount her tortured car seat. In more public areas, like shopping mall parking lots, she would cover me with a thin satin throw, but other times she counted only on the light tight of the windows to keep me her secret. We finally arrived home, back where we started, though once more it was a journey that took me even deeper in to her ownership. Chapter Seven My Lady was so amused by my performance as her car seat that she decided to reduce me to other objects in her home and life as a regular part of my enslavement to her. At night, I was still her caged animal, sleeping naked in my cage, but the days and evenings held any number of further humiliations. There were simple ones, like the long evening I spend stripped and painted the colour of deep wood, on all fours with a slab of glass balanced on my back, while My Lady sat nearby. She would set nearly full glasses of wine on the tabletop to test my stillness, with a clear and unspoken punishment waiting for me should a single drop spill. My flesh still jumps with the memory of the long dinner spent as Her centerpiece and candelabra. Bound out on my back, stretched tight to the four corners, my hands held long candles. Another was pushed into my mouth. As well, shocking pools of wax held others on my chest, stomach and thighs. I had to hold myself still, even as they burned, and endure the sudden pain of dripping wax all over, at any time. Enthusiastic dinner guests obviously enjoyed testing me, seeing how still I could stay as they pinched me, poked me with their forks and knives, dribbled food over me, or even stroked my cock stiff and then dripped hot wax painfully onto its purple head. Another evening was spent with me hobbled though a wickedly simple bondage - my arms bound double with straps holding my hands up near my elbows, and similarly my legs bent and bound, feet up near my ass. Able to crawl only on my elbows and knees, I was naked. An obscene dildo protruded from the gag strapped tightly into my mouth. Stuffed into my ass was the handle of a frying pan, which served as the tray by which I carried around the drinks and snacks my Lady wished me to convey to her guests. Additionally tormenting me we were swaying weights, attached via tight harness to my cock and balls, making each motion a painful one. These experiences were always a mix of pain, embarrassment, stress and strain. My Lady frightened me most when she told me that I'd soon beg for such easy treatment, and the lovely times I'd had, once she finished her plans to "complete my capture." Chapter Eight The only explanation she chose to give me was that it was "preparation." I was carefully prepared, that is for sure. I was cleaned, and shaved from head to toe - completely. A lubricated plug was pushed inside my ass - I could feel the generous amount of lube squish and ooze as it was pushed home - and noticed a rather large tube coming from it. Leather straps were applied, staring at my feet and moving up my legs, immobilizing them together. Once the straps were buckled tight, a second layer was added, and what seemed like elasticized tape or wrapping was slowly wound around me, until no flesh at all was exposed from toe to my waist - save for my cock and balls which had been carefully kept in view and available. Then it was time for my arms - they were laced behind me in a leather single sleeve - tightened until my elbows touched behind me. Even now, I was surprised as the wrapping continued, around my torso and helpless arms, mummifying me up to my shoulders. Now, even more careful measures were taken. Small earphone buds were placed in my ears, and covered over with black bondage tape. Tape was also pressed down over my eyes, trapping me in darkness. I could only feel the latex hood pulled over my bald head - so tight and complete. I could feel the pressure on every square inch of my head. Over the hood, a gag was strapped -a rubber dildo gag that filled my mouth, and from what my tongue could discern, it was moulded rather realistically. It was buckled tight, but I noticed that I could actually breathe through it. Another tube was fed though the centre of it, clearly. I felt the wrapping completed as I lay there, covering even the hood. I tried to imagine how I now looked - a body-shaped lump wrapped in grey fabric - with the bizarre additions of a couple protruding tubes and my only exposed flesh - my genitals. I couldn't see, smell, hear or move. The only taste was the sharp rubber of the gag. It felt strange and otherworldly. I felt myself lifted up, carried, moved somewhere. All I can tell you is that my new resting place was so soft as to feel like I was floating. Then, in the forced silence: My Lady's voice. "You are mine, the whole of you, slave, and all you will experience only what I wish, for as long as I choose." Have you ever closed your eyes, to listen harder? To avoid the distraction of one sense to another? I was laying there, unable to move, unable to see, completely cut out from my surroundings. I think it was for days. Every once in a while I would feel and taste thick paste ooze from the dildo gag, and I would eagerly suck at it. At first I had thought that my cock exposed would be just for torment or torture, but I mostly just felt the embarrassing sensation of a catheter connected, by which I would relieve myself. My bowels were cleaned for me with a sudden, shocking flow of warm water in through the plug that would fill me and flush out, three times in succession. I think it happened once a day. I couldn't discern sleep from waking after a period of time. Sometimes music would be pumped into my ears. Sometimes it would be my own voice - My Lady had recorded my begging and pleading for use on a number of occasions. Sometimes it was a repetitive mantra, telling me how I was slave, property, a toy for My Lady to play with. It was a delirious dream. I think there were periods of the non-stop sounds of women's orgasms. The noises became inseparable from my own thoughts. Similarly, it was impossible to discern dreams from waking imagination. During the first couple of days, I would occasionally be overcome by the madness of it. I would try to thrash, move, escape - I don't know. I don't think that the maddening itch of my hair starting to grow back helped at all. It began to drive me crazy - of that I'm sure. Eventually I began to think of myself as just a floating consciousness, perhaps just a fantasy of My Lady. Was I just a dream of hers? It is hard, even now, to gather up those thoughts into cohesiveness. I became distanced from my body - eating, pissing and the dull ache became a background noise to the buzz of my thoughts. Without light, without points of reference, without daily events, time became meaningless. I really don't know how long I was there. I don't know if I was drugged when I was released, or if I was just unconscious. I know this: I woke up stretched out in a wooden frame, naked and upright. The light was so bright, shining right in my face, so I could barely make out the silhouette of My Lady. She smiled wickedly. "Now," she whispered into my ear, "nothing brings a slave back into his body like pain." She had a flogger in her hand. Chapter Nine I never felt more tangible fear. I vividly remember when she took me, and all the shock and surprise of it. How she simply told me I was hers, finally, and how I was afraid of what was to come. Mixed in that then was eagerness though - being shocked onto a road that might take me where I had longed to be. Locked in that frame, before her, with that look in her wide eyes, there was only fear. After days in the dark, I could barely see - just Her, her desire, and bright white light. My body felt numb, still distant and separate from what my swirling thoughts had re-made me into during my mummification. Was that a dream? Was this? I felt the leather stick for just a split-second, as her open palm slapped across my face hard, stirring me out of my thoughts. It was so jarring; such a sudden jerk back into the world, but it was only beginning. While I felt my cheek burn and throb, I looked down helplessly as My Lady started to decorate my body with clothespins, out of a disturbingly full bag. I noticed with the strange sensation of the first one gripping my nipple, thoughtfully pinched and twisted first, that she or one of her slaves had carefully glued small squares of sandpaper to the teeth of them. Each pinched and gripped bit of flesh started its own journey of sensations from the initial pain, through the building ache, past a period of near numbness, and back into a pounding, throbbing pulse of hurt. There was no way for me to keep track of them - they circled my nipples as well as gripping them. There were lines of them down my sides, down the insides of my thighs. Of course special attention was paid to my cock and balls. I was stroked stiff, only to lengthen me so that I might take more clothespins on my shaft, along the sides and bottom. Every bit of flesh on my ballsack that could be pinched was held tight by the scraping teeth. An eternity later, once she finally seemed satisfied with the decoration, she stood and observed my tortured form - and added three more to grip my tongue and keep it dangling out of my mouth, one more piece of tortured meat. The entire front of my body was a pulse of pain, throbbing with each thump of my racing heart. She simply smiled, licked her lips, and stepped behind me. I screamed when the first stripe of the whip landed across my back - a wet, drooling, mumbled scream. It felt like pure fire, a stripe of vivid pain, like the lash had cut into me. It was followed soon after by another. And another. My Lady built up a rhythm, slow and steady, and with just enough variation to keep me from knowing when the next slice of pain would come, not to mention where. The lashes hit up and down my back. They generously marked my ass. The backs of my thighs and calves burned as they welts rose on the tight muscled flesh. My Lady had even been so thorough as to bend down to make sure that the soles of my feet were expertly lashed. The pain was intense, and my whole body shook and spasmed with each strike. I was screaming and moaning, though my mouth felt so full as my tongue swelled under the bite of the clothespins. Pain was firing every never ending; it consumed every thought. I was sure I could take no more, but I was never asked. The times I passed out, twice, I was awoken with a bucket of ice-cold water that hit me like a wall. Spread there, panting, dripping, with each limited motion of my body shaking the clothespins that tortured me. I simply whimpered and cried as she started again. The body seemed split in half with sensations. My back was a burning fire, and I could almost feel the raised welts criss-crossing my flesh. Each one seemed hypersensitive now, like I could feel even the slow motion of air across them. The front of me was enveloped in a swollen, throbbing, dull aching pain. I was reunited as one when she came around the front of me. Her eyes never left mine it seemed, locking me in her gaze, as she swung her leather flogger. Fresh pain struck hard - not only the strike of the flogger against skin, but the impact sent clothespins flying to the floor with a clatter and a broken scream. This was how My Lady cleaned my body of the clothespins. One vicious stroke at a time, she struck them from me. I suppose that it was some kind of mercy that she switched to a crop, to more accurately strike away those on my genitals, but the pain seared my mind nonetheless. I had been broken. I think I knew for sure then, that as she had taken me, she could end me. I hung there, a piece of swollen and bruised meat. I tried to look down over my marked and throbbing body, but as I was cut down and allowed to fall onto a mattress that had been brought forward, I believe I simply passed out. Her whisper in my ear escorted me into a world of tormented dreams, "You mind, and your body, are all mine. I need to show you these things. There is another lesson to come." Chapter Ten Recover was, in its own way, even more training. I was kept from feeling too much of the welts, bruises and soreness with some rather effective painkillers. I was kept from seeing the full extend of it all by the blindfolds that I wore nearly constantly, throughout the recovery period, except for when I was strapped down for bathing. I was dressed only in orthopaedic items of clothing - special shoes cradled my feet while the sensitive flesh healed, even though I was not permitted to walk. For all of those times I was conscious, I was either kept strapped to my bed or secured into a customized wheelchair. It still included some teasing elements, like a thin, ice cold vibrating insert that snaked into my ass, but for the most part, I was treated with kid gloves as the marks of my rough use faded. Strangely, while I was not permitted to move on my own, I did spend many hours strapped into a machine that would exercise my muscles - both through repetitive actions and via electrical pulses sent via pads stuck onto my skin. Even though I was kept in the dark and nearly immobile, it was nothing like my session of isolation. I was a part of things, or at least in the world of my Lady's house, I just could not participate. I was wheeled into rooms where sessions or punishments were taking place, as I heard the screams and whimpers of pain and pleasure. Sometimes I was wheeled outside, to take in the sun on my flesh. Slowly, I could feel the pain of my pain session fade, though the memory was vivid. I remember the realization that I could have hard cock without pain for the first time. I felt nearly myself again, so it confused me that my "recovery" treatment persisted. I was still kept in the dark, and unable to move on my own except for my physiotherapy sessions for many days. I was kept in the protective footwear as well, even during cleaning sessions, or during the application of healing and soothing lotions. Rather than the treatments decreasing, they seemed to increase. I started to be fitted with a tight waist cincher as well. Longer sessions of treatment would take place while I was bound down, and I found myself passing out during them, in what seemed like extreme fatigue, only to wake an unknown amount of time later, to find the exercises, massages and probing still continuing. About three weeks after the extended treatments had begun I know something was different, as my trip to out of my room (as always blindfolded in my wheelchair) took me outside. I felt the heat of the sun and the cool air on my skin before the chair was lifted into what I guessed was some sort of van. We drove for about 40 minutes or so before I was unloaded once more, this time with a sheet thrown over me. I was wheeled into some sort of building that had that familiar office smell, and once led into a quiet room, I was unlocked from the chair, the sheet was removed, and my blindfold was removed. I found myself in a bright, bare room, alone with my Lady, and naked except for the tight waist cincher. She commanded me to stand. When I obeyed, I felt a shooting pain down the backs of my calves. I gasped out loud and tried to reduce the sensation my balancing on toes. "Yes, you should find that the treatment your feet and legs have received should make it rather painful for you to walk or stand in anything less than a five inch heel, slut." She giggled, and tossed me a pair of stockings to put on before the pair of imposing stilettos she held out. I quickly complied - the pain overcoming my embarrassment. I stood there, surreally stripped but for sexy stockings and women's footwear, as she started to explain my situation. "You may recall, in your past life, before I took you, that you worked in an office, with a position of some responsibility, like a normal man. You had some desires, but you didn't quite have the nerve to act on them, so I made that decision for you. I took you, as my slave and whore and plaything. Your co-workers and bosses were simply told that you quite and moved. Of course," she smiled, "your good-bye party made your actual situation more clear to them." "Since then, I think that I've taught you some of how to please me, and how to properly obey me. More than that, I've worked to make a couple of other things clear to you: You mind is mine, your dreams are mine, and your body is mine - all to do with as I wish. Do you understand, slave boy?" I nodded urgently, "Yes, My Lady. I understand." "Good. Today is another lesson, and a rather important one. Do you remember your old office building, your old job, and your old co-workers?" I nodded. "Do you remember how you guarded your true self from them, and all your vanilla friends?" Once again, I nervously confirmed. "Do you recall that even as you dreamed of being a slave boy, you kept your position of importance and responsibility, living a double life, doing what you wanted, submitting on your own time, when you chose?" I was afraid now, stuttering, "Y... y... yes, my Lady." "Good slut. Well, this is your old office building. And I've managed to secure your old job - not for you, but for another one of my gifted slaves. She is lovely and talented - so much an improvement over you, in fact, that she will be making more money that you did, and she got to bring in her own assistant. Her assistant, my slave whore, is you." My head seemed to fill up with buzzing, heavy sound as it all hit me. "You will wear what I tell you. You will, of course, be dressed as a woman. The training we've given your legs will keep you hairless and in perfect posture, as will your corset. During your sessions, we've also plumped up your lips, and given you cheek implants that will make you look so much prettier, but I really don't think you'll be able to fool those people who knew you before, but you can try, if you wish. Now, get dressed." I was so stunned as to be unable to move, until I felt my Lady's open palm hard and loud against my face. "Dress, whore, don't make me repeat myself." My uniform consisted of the stockings and heels, lacy pink panties over a leather harness that trapped my cock and balls, teasing me stiff when I least wanted to be. I was given a matching bra, fitted to the DD breast forms that I was given to fill it. My waist was cinched tight, giving me rather shocking curves. A tight fitted dress was zipped onto me that showed off every inch of my modified figure. It was so short as to nearly expose the tops of my stockings, and to make me very aware of the swollen cock straining my panties, that it might be exposed. I was sprayed with perfume and given a whorish coat of makeup and lipstick. My hair was long enough, and already in girlish curls, so only a pink ribbon was added, to complete my look. "Now, whore, get to work. You will lunch with the girls from the secretarial pool today, and every day. And if anyone asks if you are really the man they used to know, you are to tell them that you used to be, but now you are Emily." With a slap of my ass, she pushed me out, into the shockingly familiar halls. The walk to my old office, only to take a seat out side of it, was an eternity, full of clicking heels and shocking stares. Some started off in appreciation of my figure and high-heeled walk, only to turn into a shocking recognition as my face came closer. Men and women would approach, a question on their lips, only to be too shocked by me to be able to state their questions, or perhaps their eyes alone told them the humiliating truth. I had thought that my Lady had already taken it all: my body and my mind, but I that day that she took my entire life - past, present and future. The End

<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> <HTML> <HEAD> <META HTTP-EQUIV="CONTENT-TYPE" CONTENT="text/html; charset=windows-1252"> <TITLE></TITLE> <META NAME="GENERATOR" CONTENT="OpenOffice.org 2.2 (Win32)"> <META NAME="AUTHOR" CONTENT="Abe Froman"> <META NAME="CREATED" CONTENT="20070620;12201100"> <META NAME="CHANGEDBY" CONTENT="Abe Froman"> <META NAME="CHANGED" CONTENT="20070625;15133332"> <STYLE TYPE="text/css"> <!-- @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin-left: 1.75in; margin-right: 1.75in; margin-top: 0.79in; margin-bottom: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; direction: ltr; color: #000000; text-align: left; widows: 0; orphans: 0 } P.western { font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; font-size: 12pt; so-language: en-CA } P.cjk { font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt } P.ctl { font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 10pt } --> </STYLE> </HEAD> <BODY LANG="en-CA" TEXT="#000000" DIR="LTR"> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><B>A Lady Dreams</B></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2>&copy;</FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2> </FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><SPAN LANG="en-CA">Abe Froman</SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature so if you are underage where you live, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a literary homage only or is purely coincidental.</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected]. They are appreciated and warmly received.</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions are met:</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>1) The story is not altered in any way</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>2) The story contains my name and disclaimer</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>3) You do not make money from the story</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>This story was written for and inspired by my Muse and my Lady, Miss Porcelaina Valeriana. Her dreams inspire me, and I hope that I can live in hers this way as well.</I></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western"><BR><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western"><BR><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She stepped into her spacious bathroom, hearing her heels click on the gleaming marble floor with a delightful echo. The water was gushing out of the glistening taps and just about finished filling the large claw-footed tub that stood out in the centre of the room, dominating. This bathroom, her personal one, was the size of some typical apartments but it suited her perfectly and fit into the scale of her sprawling castle delightfully. The tall, arched windows rose up nine feet above the floor, and the flowing sheers billowed lightly with a gentle breeze.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She drew down the zipper of her fitted leather top, exposing her flawless porcelain flesh and her firm breasts, smiling softly to herself as she ran a fingertip across a crease that her top had left imprinted in her skin. She hung the top on the wooden valet that stood beside the screened dressing area. The zipper on her skirt was a slightly harder tug, as it drew the lightly elasticized fabric tightly to her sculpted derri&egrave;re. She lay the skirt aside as well, and sat on the antique wooden chair roll to unclasp her garters and roll the vintage silk stockings down her legs. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She strode to the tub, swung her petite frame gracefully over the edge, and let herself slowly sink into the steaming water and mound of bubbles. She felt the water wash and flow over her, drawing her into a separate world of relaxation. As she lay her head back against the molded pillow fitted to the end of the tub, her eyes closed and she let out a soft purr of a moan.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Her day, while having been supremely satisfying, had been a tiring one, and her respite was well-deserved. Perhaps it had been a slightly more trying day for her slave, but that was to be expected, the thought, as her lips curled into a silent smile. In the quiet, with only the soft rustle of the breeze and song of an occasional bird, she could let the experiences and memories of her day float over her, reliving them in toe-curling detail. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She let each individual highlight have its own spotlight in her mind&rsquo;s eye: the first look on his face when she made him strip completely as he stood only steps inside her doorway, watching him struggle into the stockings and garters, his groans as she tightened the corset around his waist, pulling and pulling the laces, the blush on his face as she stuffed his bra with the breast forms, then watching him fight to wiggled his entire body into the form-fitting rubber dress, the way his lips stretched around the ball gag, the way that same gag made his groans a gurgling blubber when she bent him over and plowed the giant plug up onto his ass. She had been so strict with him, making him clean her entire kitchen, bottom to top, in that condition.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Watching each of these acts had been wonderful and reliving them now in her mind was just as sweet, especially as she knew his torment was still continuing, for even now, he was waiting in the torment she had left him in: trapped in a cage that was little more than an upright tube of cast iron bars, the dildo stuffed inside his ass mounted to a pole on the floor of the cage, keeping him standing on his toes on the steel deckplate of the cage&rsquo;s base, barefoot in his stockings, drooling and moaning around his gag, his wrists cuffed together in steel shackles, behind his back.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She pushed at the taps with her toes, letting fresh hot water pour into the tub, as she thought gleefully about his predicament, his humiliation and his transformation from the normal, if nervous man she met not so long ago. She could think of him now only as her whore, her slave, her big-titted slut in shameless clothing, doing any and all of the shameless things that floated into her mind. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>There were times she feared the place that he had carved out in her heart, for she loved him with a kind of pure burn. She loved the way he moved, both when free and when laden down with heavy chains. She loved the way he talked, when he tried to express his thoughts and dreams, when he struggled in fear to give honest answers to her interrogations and still avoid punishments, and even the gurgling mmpphhhs that he forced out around gags. She knew, in her love of him, that he still tried to reject what he was, what she had help make him, and while that conflict in his mind made his humiliations all the more powerful, it also made her think he might one day try to flee from her again. She could barely stand the thought of being without him, so she put the unwelcome concept out of her mind. After all, if he tried to leave her his own needs and addiction would bring him back, like a 10 year old boy who runs away from home, only to come toddling back in time for lunch. She brought her mind back to him now, as he was, and smiled widely, even if a question still lingered in her mind: was she as much his as he was hers?</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She concentrated on his trials, current and past, and let his embarrassments thrill her even more, letting her thoughts circling around them. As she did, she felt as though she could actually start to imagine his thougths, the reactions of his mind and body, almost feel the burning redness he must feel on his cheeks when she shames him before her friends, or in front of strangers. His thoughts, his dreams, his desires, his deepest needs seemed to wash over her and cover her as completely as the bathwater.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA">Relaxing there more and more deeply, reclined in the scented water, she could almost physically feel the tightness of the clothes she put him in, she could almost feel the cool air up his short skirts, almost feel the boucing of his slutty fake tits in those low cut tops, and how the latex or leather would just cling to his body. She could almost feel the sensations of helplessness and of being completely controlled that he must feel when his body was trapped by the cages or bandage she put upon him, or the internal and external torment from the toys use upon him</SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">.</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>The link between their minds was so strong, and she was sure that this was what allowed her to feel these things almost as if they were happening to her herself, as is she was standing there in his place, feeling the complete dominance by another almost overwhelming. That image, that experience, that near-perfect link between the two of them, allowing his thoughts to flow into her like never before, filled her mind as she drifted off into a light sleep.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>The rich and real world of her thoughts transformed into dreams, and she saw and felt herself fully in his place, but with subtle changes she became aware of as she felt her body squirm. Instead of being in a small cage in a darkened basement storage room, she was in the centre of the castle&rsquo;s spacious library. Her wrists were drawn high over her head, chains from cuffs at her wrists disappearing up to the ceiling. Instead of being up on her toes in bare feet, she felt the tight grip of leather ballet boots holding her feet pointed in an extreme point. She wasn&rsquo;t balanced atop a dildo pole, but she felt the intrusion of large phallises inside her pussy and ass, though all she could see of them was the rubber thong that sealed them inside her. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Just like she left him, she wore a tightly laced waist cincher, but in place of the full coverage bra holding his latex breast forms, she wore a demi cut bra constructed of fine lace and ribbon, barely covering her nipples. The part of her mind that knew she was dreaming filled with strange joy as she felt his fantasies almost guiding hers, as she was able to look down at her own breasts just as cartoonishly large as his were made, but in this dream hers are completely real, and she felt her flesh tingle and her nipples stiffen as stray breeze flowed across her body. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She felt and tasted the dominating presence of the penis gag in her mouth &ndash; it pressed down on her tongue with the strong smack of both her own pussy and his cum. It was a taste of submission, and it gave her a high that she had never felt in that way before. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She squirmed, pulling at her bonds, not to truly to try to free herself, but rather to feel their strength, to feel how tightly they held her, to give her body the full release of being able to throw all she had at them and know they would still hold her tight. She felt her body stretched tight, pulled long and taut, and she felt the sensation of it growing in her shoulders and her sides. The weight that she was able to transfer to the floor made her toes ache with their enforced posture, and she felt the boots to tight and hot around her feet.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>As the experience of her position intensified with the passage of time she began to shift her weight from foot to foot, not only to give her body some relief, but also, she realized with a blush, because she wanted to feel the rigid toys inside her move. She could feel her pussy so wet, so hot, reacting to everything she was experiencing. Her thoughts were changing; it wasn&rsquo;t like in the tub, where she was aroused by watching him struggle, or imagining him undergoing these things for her, but she was tingling from the sensations themselves, the mental experience as well as the physical one. She could feel the toys up inside her, teasing her, and she could imagine what she looked like, writhing to feel them more intensely, but she wanted it, needed it at that moment. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She stopped after a few minutues, with a groan of frustration. It wasn&rsquo;t enough! She couldn&rsquo;t make them move the way she wanted them to, needed them to. It was exasperating, feeling her arousal grow and grow until she wanted so badly to bring herself to release, but being held back by the control of another. She wanted just be back in her bath, to feel her fingers freely splay between her thighs, to bring herself off, but she just couldn&rsquo;t make herself wake up. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>At the same instant, she realized that her desire to be free wasn&rsquo;t quite complete. She wanted to feel this slow rolling boil of sensation last longer and longer, not wanting it to end just yet. Even more powerful, more affecting on her mind, was the realization that it didn&rsquo;t matter what she wanted. There didn&rsquo;t seem to be any way she could change her situation, her sensations, she was trapped, a captive of these strange new dreams.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She leaned her head back, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan of pleasure and frustration and desire, all wrapped up in one. In that moment, in that temporary darkness, she felt his touch. She could tell instantly that it was him, her slave, even though he had an unfamiliar confidence to his motions. He was behind her, pressing his body up against hers, grinding his stiffness against her as he slid his body downwards. Then she feels his hands &ndash; had they always been that strong? &ndash; pushing her legs apart. The strain at her arms and shoulders only increased as her legs were spread, at least two feet apart, but if he noticed her anguish he didn&rsquo;t let on, as she only felt this new position forced upon her by a spreader bar he was locking onto her ankles.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She let herself feel it, let the sensations sink in, both painful and the arousing, letting them mix together. She kept her eyes closed, as his unseen touch now moved up her body, letting his fingers graze up the insides of her thighs, along her stocking seams, over her ass, curling over hips, up her sides, curving to her front, over the tight waist cincher, until he cupped her breasts in her bra firmly and lovingly, but also with a tangible, inexplicable tone of ownership. She felt their strange new fullness, the weight of her breast in his grip, and his kneading made them feel alive in his grip.</FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"> <BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She felt his fingers slide over her breasts, making her tingle. Her nipples responded, stiffening the moment his thumb and forefinger gripped them, and they only grew stiffer and more sensitized as his pressure increased, pinching and rolling them, until her eyes jerked open, looking down to see his fingers closing gleaming steel clover clamps upon them. They stood out stiffer and farther than she&rsquo;d ever seen them, poking out over the top of her bra cups, the clamp device weighing them down and the linking chain swaying in a gentle arc between her massive new tits.</FONT></FONT></P> <P STYLE="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"> <BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>The clamps hurt, shooting a kind of intense shooting pain into her body, but hey also made her even hotter, and the way her own motion caused the chain to sway and tease her nipples only made her wetter. There didn&rsquo;t seem to be words she could put to this sensation even in her silent thoughts. They hurt, yes, but the buildup of sensations over her entire body, from her aching feet, her stiffening calves, the maddening invasions of her ass and pussy, the hugging grip of her waist cincher, and even the pulsing pain at her nipples and soreness at her shoulders, they all just seemed to give her the ability to feel everything with a new intensity, like the volume had been turned up on her nervous system. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>It made her want more, just more, more of everything. More pleasure, more pain, more of anything to feed her growling need. She became aware that she was moaning non-stop around her gag, and that slick ropes of saliva were trailing down her chin and making thick drops upon her heaving breasts.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She got an answer to her needs, thought it wasn&rsquo;t the answer she would have chosen. Her moans were shocked into screams as without warning she felt the cheeks of her ass explode in near blinding pain. She could tell, in the panting seconds after the strike, that she was feeling her leather flogger first hand &ndash; the way the leather tails spread and curled around her curves as they slapped at her. She wasn&rsquo;t given much time to contemplate that strike, however, as it was quickly followed with another, and another, and another. He was building up a rhythm, moving his arm and the flogger in the practiced figure-eight of an expert tormentor. She was screaming against her gag, her spittle bubbling around it, and her body jerked in a vain attempt to avoid each landing. Her spasming motion only served to shake her nipple clamps, increasing that torture as well.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>He was guiding the strokes carefully, changing his target so slightly each time, so that he was reddening her ass and the backs of her legs completely and evenly. She couldn&rsquo;t escape, she couldn&rsquo;t avoid them, as they rained down over and over, in a seemingly never-ending torment. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>And then, and quickly and as wordlessly as it began, it was over. She was panting, her heart pounding, and she felt as though a fire had been lit under her skin, as though it must be glowing and visibly throbbing. She slumped down, and could do nothing but let herself be suspended by her wrist bondage. She was buzzing, aching, and in disbelief. How could she be dreaming this, feeling this? She never had dreamed of taking his place before, she had never had the slightest interest it in, and yet here she was, not only dreaming it, but loving it, and seemingly trapped in a dream that wasn&rsquo;t near done with her yet. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She wondered, in a haze, what would it would take to wake up? Was orgasm that much like a little death? Would it take release to free her from the slavery of these thoughts?</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Her musing was interrupted by the feeling of the strength of his hand on her body, a body she only now realized was glistening all over. He had moved a piece of furniture in front of her; it looked like those pommel horses from gymnastics, and it was stretched out before her, lengthwise. Her hands were freed from the ceiling, still cuffed together, but she could lower her arms, which she did with a gingerly soreness. He took firm hold of her wrists too soon, and pulled her forwards, so that she was laying down along the horse, and she felt its padded surface beneath her from her belly to the middle of her chest, which only pushed her breasts higher upwards, as they squeezed over the end and sides, with her nipple clamp chain swaying, keeping the sensations of her nipples fresh and raw.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>He used wide leather straps in three places to strap her body immovable to the horse, and he ratcheted them so tight that she though she wasn&rsquo;t going be able to breathe. He freed her left wrist from the cuffs, but only long enough to pull her arms up behind her back, and lock them secure once more.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She strained to lift her head, to meet his eyes, but he seemed to move around her with the shadows as his ally, always just in the dark our out of her sight, shielding his face and expression from her pleading eyes.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>His motions were quick and efficient, professional, as if he didn&rsquo;t want to waste a single motion or second as he prepared her for what was to come. For her part, she felt so strange and unsure, feeling his hands move over her now with little more expression or emotion that he might have had building something out of wood. She felt cheap, exposed, helpless, frustrated, needy, humiliated &ndash; she was so open, so exposed, hardly dressed and with mouth, cunt and ass stuffed up with sex toys, while her thighs were wet with dripping need and her drooling lips felt swollen and hungry. And in this position, this predicament, her thoughts didn&rsquo;t even seem her own, as they were telling her body that she loved it. She craved nothing more that to be this for him, to be his sex toy, to be placed and used to please him, visually and sensually. Her lust was boiling up inside her, with a brazen need to cum, but at the same time if he wanted to just hold her this way so he could look at her, she could wish for nothing more.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Watch her he did, as his hands were suddenly gone from her body, and he was circling her, watching her flesh strain, pressed between the tight bondage with each breath, her breasts heaving, her nipples swollen around the cold steel grip of the clamps, and he pulled down on the chain, only making them bite harder into her. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>He was behind her once more, dragging his fingertips over the smoldering embers of her assflesh, he seemed for a moment gentle, but then with a rip and jerk he tore her thong from her and the integrated dildos were torn from her holes in a wet slurping double pop. She screamed anew into her gag, with the pain and shame of it. After wearing them inside her body for so long she felt as if she her holes must be gaping wide open. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>And as if testing that assumption, he was suddenly inside her, driving his thick stiff cock up into her pussy, slapping his body against her sore ass and testing the strength of the straps holding her body in place. She felt him drive so deep; she felt so full and so shamefully wet, knowing he could tell in an instant how much she needed this. Five thrusts up into her soaked sex were all he took, however, before he withdrew from her completely, sliding his slick shaft between her ass cheeks, making her wait, agonize, before he refilled her, this time pushing against the dildo-stretched rosebud of her ass, lubricated with her own nectar, and his thrusts were no less deep and full, if only slightly slower, and she feel his hands gripping her immobilized hips, as he thrust deep, over and over.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She couldn&rsquo;t believe this, she couldn&rsquo;t comprehend the state she was in. She was taking her slave up her ass, taking his cock, taking him complete control. This wasn&rsquo;t a case of her giving him sex, but rather him taking her, riding her, fucking her on his own terms, at his own pace and exactly how he wished to, and more than just taking it or allowing it, she felt more lust and need than she could remember. Her lust was rising off any chart she could think of. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>But just as she was fighting to accept that his warm wet cock in her ass, pumping, seemed just about to make her cum, he was out of her again. She didn&rsquo;t stay empty long, as he clearly prepared for this transition, and twin dildos pushed into her at once, so thick and deep into her pussy and ass &ndash; they were so big, and she felt the patterns and ribs on their surface, but she was shamefully glad to be filled up again, even by humiliating toys. And oh god, even as they started to pump into her on their own, merciless alternating thrusts. Each dildo was mounted on a steel rod, fixed to rotating wheel powered by an industrial strength fucking machine, secured behind her, and it spand and ran and drove the toys into her, slow and deep and non-stop. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She had been left on the edge by his cock, on the precipice of orgasm by his fucking, so she hoped to her own disgrace that this impersonal machine would grant her the release she needed with every fibre of her being. But it wasn&rsquo;t enough &ndash; it was too slow, too methodical &ndash; it just made her feel like a whore, on display, getting the most mortifying kind of fucking she could imagine. </FONT></FONT> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>At least it was a dream, at least it was only in her head, at least no one could see her like this, no one would know, none of them could possibly ever be allowed to know... She knew as soon as the thought entered her head that she never should have allowed it.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She opened her eyes and struggled to lift her head and look around the spacious room. She him, her slave, so close, and his delicious cock still wet with her juices, he was stroking it slowly and firmly while he moved around her. She looked around more, struggling to see, and her fears were realized, as there, just at the edge of the shadows, were the two other men. They were men she had allowed to serve her as slaves; men whom she had sissified and humbled when it pleased her. Now, even though heavy chains locked to metal collars around their next held them away from her, she could could see that each had is own meat in his hands, jerking off ferociously at the sight of her debasement.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Her thoughts were strange and alien to her once more, even in this horrifying moment, as she realized that the sight of them, these three slaves now watching her trapped and fucked, was only making her wetter. Her cherished favorite and these two servants were clearly aroused, watching her. The sight of her body, her torment, her use, it was stiffening their cocks, making them breath in quick jerking gasps. Chained as they were away from her, they had no choice but to take themselves in their hands, so great was the desire she was inciting in them. How could this make her wet, make her aroused? She was a lady, a dominant, a Mistress &ndash; not some common whore to be entertainment for men, but her body was not accepting her reasoning, and she felt herself grinding against the horse she was strapped onto, aching to fuck back against the pistoning rubber cocks. She wanted them to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>He unbuckled her gag and drew it from her mouth, letting it slide out in a long wet slurp. He spoke to her now, finally, and the sound of his voice flowed over her like honey.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Are you my slut?&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She moaned in shame. How could these thoughts be in her head, how could all of this be making her body react this way. She tried to mumble in the affirmative.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Speak up!&rdquo; There was rage in his voice, something she had never heard, and it frightened her to the core.</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Are. You. My. Slut?&rdquo; Each word hit her like a slap across the face.</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Yes!&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Are you my whore?&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Yes. Oh god yes.&rdquo; There were tears rolling down her face with the rawness of it all.</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Does my slut want to cum?&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Yes! please yes!&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Does my whore </SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><I>need</I></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal"> to cum?&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Oh yes! Oh god please yes, please!&rdquo; The sound of her voice in ragged pleaded was so foreign to her ears.</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&ldquo;<FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3><SPAN LANG="en-CA"><SPAN STYLE="font-style: normal">Good girl.&rdquo;</SPAN></SPAN></FONT></FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She was confused; was that yes, was that no? His stiff cock silenced her, and she felt him drive fully into her mouth, sliding over her tongue, until she felt the spongy purple heat hot against the back of her throat. He slide back, then into her again. One more withdrawal, taking him nearly out of mouth, was met with the suction of her lips, as she needed to feel him inside her, as the machine never stopped filling her up from behind. With the third thrust, he spoke to her, only to her, and commanded her, &ldquo;CUM.&rdquo;</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She felt the thick heat of his explosion in her mouth and throat, and she tasted it filling her up as her own release fell upon her like a crumbling wall. It ravaged her completely, and screamed with her mouth full of him, bubbling jism all around her lips. Her mouth gripped and sucked him with all she had, and her body was gripping the mechanical dildos with such force that she managed to slow the motor noticably. The orgasm just wouldn&rsquo;t stop, and became not quite multiple, but one that just seemed to last and last and last, until she felt lightheaded and her vision began to blur and darken at the edges. She slumped motionless on the horse as she lost consciousness.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She awoke with a jerk in the tub, sending water rolling out over the edges as splashing across the floor. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing rapidly. She couldn&rsquo;t remember a dream ever being so so vivid. She ran her hand over her face, and tried to calm herself, but there was something there. A taste, on her lips. Her eyes jerked wide open in disbelief and shock. But there was no way it could have been.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>She bounded out of the tub, wrapping a bath sheet around her as she ran to him, barefoot, her wet feet pounding down the castle&rsquo;s corridors, until she reached him.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>He was there, caged, trapped, just as she left him. She turned from him, breathed a long sigh, and wonderfed if she would bother to explain her appearance, when she returned again, properly dressed. One thing seemed strange, though, and she turned back to him quickly. There, on his thigh, was his cum. She just couldn&rsquo;t imagine how he could have brought himself to release while trapped so completely.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=3>Even more troubling was the knowing smile in his eyes, that bared her to her core.</FONT></FONT></P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"><BR> </P> <P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Palatino Linotype, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected], and thanks again to my Lady for her inspiration, and to all you who have taken the time to read this.</I></FONT></FONT></P> </BODY> </HTML>

The Threesome Abe Froman The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature; if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is consensual or purely coincidental. Thanks go out to Ashley for inspiration and feedback. Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected]. They are appreciated and warmly received. This story may be reposted or archived provided that the story is not altered in any way, the story contains my name and disclaimer, and you do not make money from the story. Chapter One JP had often pestered his girlfriend for the fantasy fulfillment of a threesome, joking about it whenever the topic came up, or citing every magazine survey in Cosmo or Maxim that hinted that lots of women liked to try it as well. Kelly, his long-suffering girlfriend, seemed to have finally decided that it would be easier to give in that to keep on resisting. She made it clear that on their next vacation, a February trip to Mexico, she was going to make it happen for him. He didn't know what to say; his mouth had just sort of fallen open. "Really?" "Yes, really and finally. Yes. But there's some conditions." She saw his face tighten. "No, don't worry, it will still be two girls... jerk. But I get to pick the girl, the time and the place." JP readily agreed. After that, the days left until their trip seemed to take forever. Of course, he ended up having to work late his last day, so it was a rush to the airport after Kelly picked him up. His thanks for all her help, including packing for him, were profuse and heartfelt. He was very loving towards her lately, in no small part due to the fact that every time he saw her lovely face and curvy body, he imagined a twin joining her in a steamy daydream. The flight was ordinary, but long. The two of them sat together, chatting idly, staring at the kind of mediocre movie you only get to see on planes, and napping on and off. JP found the drifting in and out of sleep to be more frustrating that relaxing, and he felt more tired when they landed that he had when they left, which was saying something. After the eternity of baggage check and customs and the life-endangering cab ride to their hotel JP and Kelly simply collapsed into their bed. JP planted a soft kiss on her lips before his eyes fell closed. When he woke he felt incredibly rested, with a kind of groggy feeling that sometimes came along with his best Saturday afternoon naps. He let himself wake slowly, and his eyes were still closed. "Hey sleepyhead," he heard Kelly's soft voice. He started to answer, but his throat seemed very dry. "Don't talk yet, baby, I want to tell you something. Don't open your eyes. Don't even move. Just listen to my voice." JP nodded, groggily. "Do you like slutty girls, baby? Do you like the kind of woman who has big breasts, but wears corsets and push-up bras anyways? The kind of tits that are so big that can only be fake? The kind of girl who loves dressing up like a whore? The kind of women every other woman hates? Tops too tight, skirts too short, heels too tall? Long bleach blond bimbo hair? Lips too pouty and full to be natural, with bright red lipstick on them like a tramp? Do you like that kind of girl, baby?" JP nodded. He wanted to look up at her as she talked dirty to him, but he felt her fingers over his face. "I'll help you up baby, because I found her." 'Wow, that was one hell of a night's sleep,' he thought as he had to lean on Kelly to lift himself awkwardly up from the bed with her hand still covering his eyes. She dropped her hand and he opened his eyes, blinking at the bright light. There she was right out of a porn movie or an issue of Playboy. She was tall, with long flowing hair. Her breasts threatened to spill out of her low cut top, showing full scoops of creamy white cleavage, as well as the trimming of her lacy bra. Her legs were long and smooth, wrapped in silk stockings. Her skirt was so short that the stocking tops were exposed, and it was so tight that the garter belts disappearing up under it showed their profiles through the material. Her full, red lips were parted in a pout that screamed out for kisses, and more. She was right there, his dream girl, his fantasy fuck... right there, in the mirror. He nearly fell in shock when he realized, mind racing, knowing it couldn't be real... it must be some kind of nightmare. Kelly stood beside him, holding him up with a rather wicked look in her eyes he'd never seen before. Her words were a blur as he looked in horror at the reflection. They'd been in Mexico for two weeks already, with him kept sedated since the middle of their flight. He had been brought to a special clinic almost immediately for the work of transformation to begin. It was work that had combined hormone treatment as well as surgery. She was wrapping up her explanation when he finally made words leave his lips. "Why?" In another shock, he realized that even his voice had been changed. "Because I could, love. But mostly, because you wouldn't let up that you wanted to see me with another woman, letting me know over and over that I wasn't enough woman to make you happy. Well, hopefully you are enough woman for you." She laughed out loud. "And I own you, by the way, my pretty slut. I'm holding the only ID you've got a new fake passport as well as being the only one left with access to our money. If you ever want out of this country, you'll be a good girl for me. I don't think you're quite up for earning money the only way a slut like you could around here. At least not yet." "I'm going to call you Ashley, by the way. I always wanted a sister named Ashley, so you'll do. Now, since you're dressed already, we're going to some great clubs I've been scouting. I need a drink," she paused, "and I feel like a threesome tonight. You told me I could pick the girl, and I pick you, Ashley. If you're good, I'll let you choose the first man who gets to fuck you." Chapter 2 JP was in shock, his mind racing in a mixture of horror, surprise and disbelief. He had to give over some concentration to simple physical matters, since it was a real challenge for him to stay upright on the four-inch fuck-me heels his feet had been strapped into. Everything felt so strange. He struggled to keep up with Kelly tugging his hand, and each stride sent new sensations through him. His hips wiggled, his silky thighs slide together and, most alarming, his breasts jiggled and bounced, even with the creamy flesh pushed high and tight by the revealing lingerie. Something about the feeling of his stride struck a chord in his mind. His eyes suddenly jerked wide open as his free hand flew to his crotch. Kelly noticed and laughed out loud as he whimpered in his new falsetto voice. "That's right, Ashley. You are completely a woman, down to the smallest detail. They said they were quite successful with your surgery, and that your new clit should be very, very sensitive." He stumbled and swayed with this news hitting him like a hammer. Kelly let him stop for a moment and lean against the wall. "I don't understand. Why? How? I don't understand what this is all about or what you are going to do with me." The sound of his new voice and even the sensation of the words flowing out of his pouty, full lips added to the strangeness of his new reality. "We can talk at the club, Ashley. Wait until then. I want a drink, and I want to show off my slutty sister. The boys are going to eat you up!" Kelly giggled as she tugged him forward once more. Once they were out of the clinic and onto the busy city streets, they drew a great deal of attention. Kelly was a very attractive woman, and she had chosen a simple, fitted sundress that seemed to cling and flow in all the right places and with a neckline that gave a generous hint of her generous cleavage but still left you aching for more. Her hair was drawn back in a tight ponytail and seemed to gleam and glisten. Her makeup was simple so that her bright red lipstick stood out, even more since her lips seemed curled into a permanent, wicked smile. Even with all that, all eyes were fixed on "Ashley" and JP felt the burn of each lustful stare, not to mention the humiliating catcalls and whistles. No one seemed to feel any restraint was necessary when confronted with a woman dressed so obviously like a whore. Most shaming perhaps was the girlish scream that had escaped his lips when one young man and given his ass a firm slap, finished off with a definite curling grip of his fingertips. Kelly wasn't going to share with JP just yet that his sleepy days of recovery had also been filled with the constant bombardment of his mind by hypnotizing tapes, retraining him into more and more feminine gestures, attitudes and emotional responses. The shock, humiliation and overwhelming sensations had already sent more than one tear down his heavily made-up cheek. It was early in the summer evening, so the clubs and streets were only beginning to fill up. Kelly found them seats at a club with a sidewalk patio. It was perfect for people watching, though she intended her new sister to be the most watched. A handsome young waiter came around to greet them and Kelly smiled widely as his gaze was lost down into Ashley's top. Kelly ordered a beer and had to stifle a giggle when Ashley ordered a strawberry daiquiri. Clearly the tapes were working. "Now," Kelly started, "I'll make some more of your new situation clear. First of all, as I said, I've got everything in my possession that can keep you from ending up a cheap Mexican street whore. I've put a lot of work, not to mention money, into this adventure, and I expect you to make it worthwhile. That means no matter what I ask of you or tell you to do I expect it done and without any hesitation. And, before you ask me if I still love you, and how could I do this, the answer is yes, I do love you. I'm just going to love you even more as a slutty girl. You've made it clear that you have fantasies that include more than just me, and so do I. I guess I was just the only one of us with the balls to do something about it. Do you understand?" "Yes, Kelly," JP meekly replied, still ashamed of his new voice. "Good, I'm glad we're clear. We're going to have a lot of fun tonight, and I don't want you messing it up. I'll give you a bit of leeway since it's your first night out, but not much. Here are the rules: You do whatever I say, wherever and whenever. You will answer to "Ashley" only get used to it. If anyone complements you, in however rude or crass a fashion, you're just to thank them. You'll dance with whoever asks you. Don't be scared when it comes to your safety, I'll take care of you but you're only to drink what I give you. Still clear?" "Yes, I guess so." "No guessing, just be a good girl." The image of the former JP cringing, knowing she'd soon be thanking men (men like his former self and his friends) for comments like "nice tits" make her feel wickedly wonderful inside. "Good. Now, finish your drink and let's get you noticed, you slut." Another audible giggle from Kelly brought fresh warmth to Ashley's face and neck. He downed the rest of his delicious cocktail, hoping for some liquid courage, and was dragged to the centre of the dance floor with his perfectly manicured hand again in Kelly's tight grip. The thumping beat allowed Ashley to get lost in his thoughts to a certain degree. He tried to take it all in, to think of what was going to happen to him. Could he get away from her? Without money or ID in a foreign country he certainly did have limited options. His new body was about the only one, as Kelly said, and the thoughts that were down that path were too much for him. Would she change him back? It sure didn't sound like it, plus certain parts of "him" seemed to be gone forever. Oh god, he reeled, she'd taken his cock from him, his balls his manhood. His thoughts started to shift from lost manhood and back to Kelly's womanhood. The beat was pounding through both of their bodies, and sweat was starting to glisten on her flesh. He'd always loved this sight. She danced like she was possessed, and she was in the zone tonight. He was unable to forget the changes in his own body as they danced on, however, since she pulled him towards here and he was confronted with the new experience of full breasts hitting a matching, if smaller, pair. It was a pulsing shock of pleasure to him when he felt his nipples stiffen quickly. She was the sexiest woman he'd ever know, he thought as they started to grind together. How could he have wanted more? She'd told him his cock was gone, and his quick grope had found it missing, but that didn't explain the powerful sensation between his legs. It seemed like a strange mix between a hard-on and having to pee. It only grew stronger as Kelly's thigh slid between his thighs. Her first command, "Kiss me, now" was barely out of her lips before those men and women already watching them were treated to the sight of their lips mashed together and their tongues dancing passionately. 'Maybe this won't be so bad,' he thought to himself. Kelly, however, opened her eyes mid-kiss and made eye contact with a twenty-ish looking man whose shirt seemed plastered with sweat to his muscular chest. She let Ashley have this moment while she imaged the stranger's cock inside her, and how Ashley would help. This laugher was lost inside Ashley's mouth. Chapter Three JP sat quietly at the small table, alone for the moment, while the deep thumping of the music rattled though his new body. Everything felt strange and new and more than a little frightening. The music was too loud to think, but he could still feel. The physical memory of the deep kiss Kelly had planted on his lips was resonating though his body in ways he'd never felt before. He felt his nipples stiff and hard, but there was a new aspect to that familiar sensation similar to how it felt when his cock was hard. 'Back when I had a cock,' he thought with a wince. That particular feeling of arousal was even stronger between his legs, in his yet- unseen new pussy. He felt warmth and a sticky wetness, making him slide his thighs together to revel in the feeling. He was also feeling nervous, alone and on edge. Kelly had left him there under commands to stay put except that he had to accept any offer to dance. He felt like a piece of meat on display at the table with every passing man giving barely a glance to his face before they took a long, lingering stare down the generously displayed cleavage his top allowed. Being so new, the large breasts barely felt like his, but he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks nonetheless, and he felt so aware of the visibility of his erect nipples. 'I guess this is how a hard-on will feel now,' he thought, as he watched Kelly move her body rhythmically and very tightly against the stranger she had chosen to dance with. He was young, fit and seemed like a good-looking local fellow. There were some more new sensations to deal with. First, did she find that guy attractive? (JP silently cursed, realizing that he'd thought of himself as "she", as Ashley.) Second, why was the jealously so intense all of a sudden. He'd never been a jealous guy, always choosing trust over needless worry, and he'd had a pretty high opinion of himself anyway, so it wasn't like he had to worry too much about other men. Poor JP had no idea that the hormones and the hypnosis he'd been subjected to had heightened all of his emotional responses. As he sipped his drink, he squirmed in the chair, wondering what he was going to do about this hot moist feeling between his thighs. He didn't want to move too much, since not only was he dealing with the frustrating jiggle of his vast cleavage, but the tiny skirt kept riding up, forcing him to reach down and try to pull at it to keep his round ass covered. He looked up from the latest attempt to adjust the tiny outfit, only to find Kelly and her new friend arm in arm and smiling down at him. While this guy had his arm tight around her, JP couldn't help noticing he wasn't exactly looking "Ashley" in the eyes; his gaze was focused about a foot lower, lost in the expanse of cleavage. "Ashley, sweetie, I've got to run for more drinks," Kelly giggled. "Dance with Paulo. He's a great dancer!" JP reluctantly lifted his fine fingers up into the rough grip of the offered hand, and Kelly was gone in a flash with a kiss to the cheeks of both him and Paulo. Balance atop the high heels was still a problem, as was the incredibly strange sensation of his new breasts bouncing to the beat. Relief to that issue came soon enough, but the solution was not what JP might have hoped for. Suddenly the pounding dance beat was replaced by the soft strains of a romantic ballad. Without hesitation, Paulo pulled her close, and he felt his full breasts squashed against man's obviously muscular chest. They were so close, and it was unleashing a flood of unwanted and unexpected feelings, sensations. That sensation between his thighs was growing stronger and he felt like his new pussy was actually oozing wetness. In his mind flashed questions like, "I wonder what Paulo's chest looks like?" Paulo shifted even closer, tighter. JP felt his breath on his hear, and knew his own lips must be blowing heated air at him as well. Then he felt it. They were pulled so close, nuzzling tight, that JP was suddenly incredibly aware of the stiffness of Paulo's cock against his thigh. Each slow step had them grinding together, and JP was shamefully aware that he was using this motion to purposely press against the clearly enlarged member. He felt his nipples stiffen almost painfully, knowing that they too would communicate arousal. God, was he really aroused by this? Interrupting that fearful thought was the Kelly's return with a giddy smile plastered on her lips. She handed a glistening beer to Paulo and another daiquiri to JP. The icy drink was no sooner at his lips that Kelly was pressuring them to finish. "Come on, finish up," she urged. "I want to get out of here." There was no complaint from their dancing partner, but JP found it hard to swallow so quickly with the ice and alcohol going straight to his head. He had no choice though, and tipped the glass back, feeling a few drops trail down the corners of her lips as she finished. JP was tugged along, out of the throbbing enclosure of sound, between Kelly and Paulo, each holding one of his hands. With the quick pace they were keeping it was harder than ever to stay upright in the heels, and the drinks he'd had weren't helping. He had thought they were going to another club but instead they made a direct course back to their hotel. JP's thoughts were full of fresh fear, especially when he saw the looks of lust being shared by his two elevator mates. Kelly opened the door and guided them all into the hotel. JP realized he hadn't actually been here since the first night of his arrival, which seemed simultaneously like just last night and a lifetime ago. There was a pang of sadness in JP's soul as he recognized the look on his girlfriend's face and in her body language. She had a healthy buzz, she was happy and she was horny. The part that stung was that her gaze was on Paulo, and not on him. She flowed to the minibar, fetching herself two airplane bottles of tequila and a can of beer, and her eyes never left him. Kelly pushed Paulo back into a chair and dropped the beer into his lap. She turned now to JP and pulled him close. "Do you like dances, Paulo? Performances?" Kelly's voice was teasing much more than it was asking. She didn't wait for an answer either, but instead manoeuvred JP in front of her, between her and Paulo, both of them facing him as she smiled wide from his seat. Kelly pulled JP back against her by reaching around and groping her breasts, one hand on each, hugging her tight JP felt Kelly's nipples stiff against his back. He didn't have much time to think about it since Kelly started moving her hands, firmly and slowly. She was making a torturous show out of groping all she could reach of the body she called Ashley. JP couldn't help but respond, even as he hated exposing his arousal to Paulo. It felt too good every nerve ending was tingling and his nipples were like lightning rods of sensation. Even when Kelly's hands moved away, he felt the tightness in them. He was squirming, rubbing his thighs together, and he tasted lipstick as he bit his lower lip for some kind of control. Suddenly Kelly's long fingernails were flashing, and JP could only gasp as she tore away his flimsy top, ripped off the skin-tight skirt, and with the widening of Paulo's eyes, he felt instant shame, embarrassment, wanting to cover his body, his new breasts and pussy, with his hands but Kelly's grip stopped him. As he stood there as Ashley, stripped down to a red lace push-up bra that barely covered his nipples, black stockings and garters, a red lace thong which he could feel and now see was wet with arousal, struggling to balance on high heels, he fought internally with lust, shame, embarrassment and desire. He didn't understand any of it. Why was he feeling this way, so ashamed, so exposed it wasn't even his body was it? Kelly knew, however, how the work she'd had done on JP's mind would be already integrating his new body with his mind, his deepest sense of who he was and it would only get more intense with each new experience and sensation. He started to move his hands to cover himself after a moment of stunned hesitation but before the motion was complete, Kelly gripped him by the shoulders and turned him to her. JP wondered what she was going to do to him, how she would torture him further. She surprised him yet again but bringing her hands up to her own dress, stepping back as she pulled it up and over her head in a smooth, graceful motion. She stood less than two feet from him, tossing the garment aside and looking into his eyes and feeling the heat between them. All that she had on now was the tiniest white thong, thigh-high white stockings and high heels. The strange sensation was back in JP's body. He felt his nipples tighten, and he felt the quiver between his legs, the pulse in his clitoris. His mind and his body knew this was arousal, and his heart was beating faster as well. The strange part was that it felt better than an erection. It affected his whole body, it seemed. Kelly pulled him to her, and they kissed hungrily. There was no need to tell JP to obey in fact it would have been difficult to get him not to embrace her. He felt his nipples shoot electricity through him as his new breasts mashed against hers. Their hands were groping each other madly, urgently, and JP simply loved the feeling of her thin fingers dragging over his rounded bottom, pressing against his new sex, and kneading the firm flesh of his breasts. Behind JP, Paulo loved the sight of the two of them locked in their passionate embrace. He wanted to touch his own erection, to build the sensation, so he quietly stripped out of all of his clothes and idly felt the heat and firmness of his cock in his fingers, sitting right back in his prime seat. JP was completely oblivious to anything happening around him. Once the embarrassment of being nearly naked as a woman, especially in front on this horny man, was pushed out of his mind he found his mind fighting to keep up with all the new sensations it was receiving. This was the most his new body had ever been touched. And it was skin on skin, fingernails on flesh. Kelly's hands were all over him, on his firm round breasts, sliding over his ass, between his thighs. He actually moaned into the kiss and realized his hips were grinding back, wanting more and more, wanting her hands inside his soaked panties. Kelly was feeling nearly the same pleasure perhaps not quite the same newness in her own sensations, thought it was the first time she'd ever kissed a "girl." She loved the feel of tits in her hands, loved the warm wetness she felt through the silk, loved the sensation of being mashed up against a body much like her own and knowing her lover was inside it. She laughed inside, thinking she loved him even more this way. When it came to getting some cock inside her, well, there was Paulo right there. She had never lost sight of him, and kept a watchful eye on him as he discarded his clothes, exposing a tight, firm body formed and tanned by hard outdoor work rather than gyms and tanning beds. Kelly broke the kiss, released Ashley/JP from the tight embrace and slide towards Paulo. She moved between his knees, knelt down, and took his cock out of his hands. With a wet, slurping lick she took the well-sized shaft into her mouth. Paulo had done a good job of stroking himself to erection but she knew a few tricks to get him even stiffer and she went right to the enjoyable work. JP hated the moment Kelly's tongue slid out of his mouth, hated that her hands had slid away from his body. He hated to be standing there, aroused to the point of vibrating and left alone. He hated even more to see his lover, his Kelly on her knees with another man's cock in her mouth. But then again, he wasn't a man any more, was he? He didn't have a cock to be sucked any more. He shook his head, banishing the thought, at least for now. He wasn't going to lose this sexual high, no matter what gender he was. He moved his eyes to Kelly's ass, the white thong splitting her perfect cheeks, balanced above her splayed heels, as she wetly took more and more of Paulo's length into her. In a second, JP had his hands on that ass, roaming over her hips, tracing his fingers over the line of her panties, tracing the tops of her stockings, and simply pressing his body as close to her as he could. He reached around her with both hands, cupping her breasts, squeezing them tight, and feeling her nipples stiff against his palms. Paulo was moments from cumming, the sensation of this wonderful woman devouring him, her tongue sliding around him like a snake, was only matched by the visuals of her lips tight around him while her friend did everything she could to touch and caress her. He wanted it, he wanted release, right then he wanted to fill her mouth up with his cum but she stopped, she pulled away. A trail of spittle mixed with precum linked his cockhead and her tongue for a moment, and her smile was so wicked that he couldn't feel any regret. He could just see in her eyes the best was yet to come. Kelly stood upright and turned to face JP. "It's time, Ashley," was all she said, and she firmly guided him backwards. When he felt his calves hit the bed he hesitated, balancing for a moment, but she kept pushing back, and he was on his back on the king-sized comforter in a heartbeat. Moving around the side of the bed, Kelly's fingers were in his bra, and in seconds it was gone. JP marvelled for a moment, feeling the weight of breasts, his breasts, on his chest and the way they kept their shape even now in that obscene, pornographically silicone way. His nipples, exposed to the air, were pinkish red and crinkled tight and stiff, poking outwards at least three-quarters of an inch. His eyes were quickly drawn away from his own body, new and exciting as it was, by the realization that Kelly was kneeling on the bed beside him now, and that she was peeling off her white thong panties. Once down to just the stockings and heels, she lifted a leg, and repositioned herself, so that she was kneeling over JP's head, facing down the bed at Paulo, who had stood up to get a better look. On his back, gazing straight up, JP saw the sight he loved so well. He'd always enjoyed going down on Kelly, and this angle was intoxicating. His tongue was extended and ready to meet her velvet folds as she lowered herself slowly down. JP had to arch his neck, bending his head back, to drive his tongue deeper, to taste the wonderful nectar so readily flowing, and to find her poking clit. He loved it, and he moans he could hear convinced him that she was too. Kelly smiled down, looking at the little slut, buried between her thighs as she rode his tongue. Her eyes caught Paulo's, and she curled a finger to draw him closer, and to bring to completion her plans. She pressed down with her hips, letting JP's face take more of her weight, effectively pinning him as Paulo approached. Paulo's cock was raging, watching these two women go at it, and he was finally going to get some release. He took his signal, and kneeled up on the end of the bed. JP had dug his heels into the bed to get greater leverage beneath Kelly, so his legs were already bent, knees raised in the air. He pushed those knees apart, and smiled wide, seeing the mound, obviously shaved and ready, beneath the red lace. The red panties felt like string in his strong grip, and he tore them away as though they were nothing more than tissue paper. He edged closer on his knees and he took her ankles in his hands, unfolding her legs and lifting them, pointing her shoes towards the ceiling, placing them over his shoulders. His positioning lifted her ass right off the bed, and with one deep thrust, he was inside her tight wetness. It took JP a moment to realize what was happening. When it dawned on him, he wanted to scream, panic, run. His screams were lost against Kelly's cunt, and his panic only made his mouth a better vibrator. Kelly felt him starting to squirm beneath her, and she just put more of her weight onto him, pinning him down, even landing her knees over his hands. For JP, trapped underneath his lover, time seemed to have gone from racing out of control to an intense slow motion. He was being fucked! Fucked in his brand new, virgin pussy. There was a cock, a man's cock, pounding into him. It was an overwhelming sensation, obviously new, and one that he couldn't put into words or thoughts. He felt the shaft slide into him, mixed with a kind of sense-memory of his own former member and how it felt on such occasions. This was more powerful, an experience not only inside out, but ten times more intense. It was almost like jerking off with a tight fist, but with the inside of his hand as wonderfully alive with sensation as the underside of his cockhead. Aside from the immediate pleasure of each thrust and it was pure pleasure, no matter how much his mind rebelled there was a slowly building sensation along with it. He couldn't quite localize it. At first it felt like he needed to pee, then it was almost pain, then it was pleasure, pure and intense. He felt his breath quickening, he felt his skin heat up, and he was panting against Kelly's wet cunt. Above him, Kelly and Paulo leaned close to each other, allowing their tongues to meet mid thrusts in urgent kisses, while they jointly ride the slut beneath them. JP felt like he was losing grip of reality, of his body and senses. The sensations just kept building and building. He new, if he was still a man, that he would have cum long ago, if he had been feeling sensations so intense. But now, as a woman, as Ashley, he still needed more, wanted more, even though he had no idea how he could take it. He was squirming as much as he could, his arms searching about for flesh to touch Kelly's, Paulo's; it didn't matter. Then he felt it. It was like a tremble at first, a spasm, but not his own. It was Paulo's cock. Paulo's thrusts got more jerky too, and then he could feel it, inside him, inside his pussy. There was cum shooting into him, and he felt new muscles within himself, as he tightened his cunt and squeezed. He was instinctively gripping the pulsing shaft, milking it of each drop. God, he could feel the warmth of cum inside him, and he could feel the flesh slide wetly inside him, against him, like he could identify the veins dragging over his plumped clit. His clit was on fire; it felt like electricity pumped into his body through it. He was there, on his back, being fucked, eating out his lover, and being deeply and fully fucked by his new lover, a man, a man named Paulo. It was all too much. He came, with a wall of sensation that hit his body like a wave, nearly knocking the wind out of him, and his scream was lost against Kelly's pussy, finally driving her over the edge as well. Her wetness was the last thing he tasted before losing consciousness. Kelly and Paulo were exhausted as well, and they pulled wetly from each other, and from the limp body beneath them. They laid themselves down on either side of the glistening beauty and luxuriated in the feeling of the breeze on their bare skin. It was maybe twenty minutes later when Ashley woke, shook her head, and remembered it all. Looking from one side to the other, seeing the lovely bodies on either side, she smiled. She leaned up on to her side then positioned herself up on all fours. She knew she was new to being Ashley, and she knew she had a lot to learn, and that it wouldn't be easy. She knew that it would take a lot to get used to being this way, starting with a new body first, then learning new desires and skills along the way. But she knew one thing more than any other she would never be JP again. With an internal smile, she bent her arms just enough to lower her face to the body beneath her, and she sucked Paulo's half-erect cock into her mouth. THE END 2005, 2006 Abe Froman

The Next Girl by Michelle Lewis Hi, my name is Michelle and I'm a 24 year old female and I live in Escondido, California near San Diego. My story is pretty amazing, even to me after a year has passed since it happened. I'm writing it for two reasons. One, is that it's very hot and a lot of guys (and girls) might get turned on by it. The second reason is for her, the next girl who experiences it, so she'll know about the unique group of girls that she's joining. Like I did. I had met Tim at a friend's party and we'd being seeing each other for about two months. Tim is my age, with blond hair, and a really good body. Especially his butt which is so cute from all the bike riding he does. We both were into fitness and worked out at the gym on occasion but I preferred mountain biking over the gym. You get out in the fresh air and can really get your heart going especially up the steep hills we have in our area. It was also great for my thighs which I liked to keep firmed up, and my weight which I liked to keep around 115. Tim and I had sex twice and he was good, but not great, in bed. He tended to get overexcited and wouldn't wait for me to have an orgasm all the time. It was a small thing and he was so much fun to be with that I could overlook his one flaw. One Sunday in early January Tim and I drove to a nearby wildlife preserve to do some biking. The preserve was in a large canyon area that had development all around but had been set aside for wildlife. It had some historical significance as well, I think, but mostly it was for horse riding, hiking, and, of course, mountain biking. I had on my spandex biking shorts and shirt which were black with colored patches. My brunette hair was only shoulder length but I put it up in a pony tail so that I could wear my riding helmet. I noticed Tim glancing at my breasts under the spandex top. I had on a sports bra but my 36 D chest still tended to get noticed under the form fitting clothes. I returned the attention by staring at Tim's butt. His muscles dimpled in on each side and he had a really tiny....well, I'm getting off the subject. We took our bikes of the car rack and headed for the many trails in the canyon. It had rained several days earlier, and the usual trails were pretty muddy. There were some very narrow, lightly used paths that looked more promising so we took those instead. During the rainy season the normally hard, caked ground is covered with a carpet of fresh green rye grass and we followed the paths that cut through it all the while getting deeper and deeper into the preserve. There were other people on the trails walking or biking and we'd say hello and get information on where the muddy spots were. After following one path for about five minutes, Tim stopped and got off. We were at the foot of a small hill that sloped up into the brush. For whatever reason we started walking up the slope and came to a very unusual sight. In the middle of this canyon preserve was a single grave site. The brush was cleared all around as if the grave were tended and the headstone was freshly painted in white. On the ground before the headstone were piled rocks, atop the grave beneath. It was so out of place and unexpected. I walked up and read the inscription on the stone. John Boland Born: March 24, 1816 AD Died: January 12, 1863 AD "He died during the Civil War, didn't he?", I remarked. "There was no Civil War in California, Michelle.", Tim pointed out like a typical guy that thinks he's so smart. The stillness and solitude of the spot soon caught Tim's attention and you girls out there know what was next on his mind. He put his arms around me and we started kissing, then we sat down on the fallen trunk of a birch tree and necked a bit more. His hands felt nice on my breasts even through my top and bra. Then he started feeling up my thighs and eventually, cupped me on my crotch to rub my vagina. I knew what was coming before he did. "I guess you still have your...period, huh?", he asked having felt my mini pad under my shorts and panties. "'Fraid so. You're about two days early. Anyway, there's people riding through here all the time. Kids even. I don't think we should risk getting arrested." "There's nobody around here, Michelle, and besides nobody would care if they came across a couple doing it out here." "I'd care. I don't want to have to explain what we were doing to some young family or something. Forget it.", I explained in clear terms. I wasn't trying to be a prude, I just didn't feel comfortable undressing there. "Well, I'm not going back until I have some fun. I'll undress and you can watch or help. Ok?", he said determined not to miss an opportunity for some outdoor sex. Knowing his powers of control, I didn't think it would take long for him to get off and this was a pretty quiet area..." "How's this sound? You drop the shorts only and I'll see...what I can do." I was purring up to his lap the way that guys love and running my hand up his thigh at the same time. He peeled down his spandex shorts and his black cotton briefs underneath, then sat on the carpet of rye grass with his back on the birch trunk. Sitting beside him I worked the skin of his penis back and forth while we kissed. It was a bit dry so I leaned into his lap and put his penis in my mouth, tasting his skin and leaving my saliva to mix with the little pool of fluid that had formed on the tip. His fluid was a little salty but had almost no taste. It struck me that this was the first time I can remember when I offered to give a guy oral sex. Usually, they would ask and I would do it for them but I had initiated it this time. As I felt him swell inside my mouth, my own vagina began to feel all warm and tingly. It was a good thing that I did have my period or I would have lost it right there and probably had intercourse despite my better judgment. Tim's penis was fully erect and slippery wet by now. I took him as far into my throat as I could but I had never overcome the gagging problem that keeps me from really going all the way down on a guy. It was strange that you could swallow food without gagging but not a penis. He was real close. I felt and heard that little grunt guys do before their ready to come. His penis and balls spasmed a fraction of a second before his ejaculation started and I used my fingers full speed to get him off completely. His semen shot straight up in several jets and rolled back down over my fingers around his shaft. I loved watching it happen, especially the expression on his face, kind of strained and animal-like. Sometimes, I think it would be fun to be a guy, only for a day, just to feel what that feels like when they come. We were doing pretty well on time. Start to stop Tim took about 2.5 minutes. He hadn't even caught his breath before he was pulling up his briefs and shorts. Then I did something that I never did, that I never would have thought of doing before that moment. As Tim watched me, I took my hand that had been inundated with his semen, and licked off every white strand, swallowing every drop. It had a mildly metallic, almost dry taste, not unlike my own vaginal fluids. He was smiling ear to ear at my unexpected display of nastiness. It wasn't like me...at all. ****** I wasn't until two nights later that I really started getting crazy. Maybe it was just a hormone surge or something but I was definitely feeling... different. I awoke suddenly from a weird dream I was having, with the distinct impression that there was somebody else in the condo. At first, I thought it was just Nikki my roomie coming in from a late date. Then, I remembered she hadn't gone out last night. I got up and walked down the hall from my room to her's. Her door was closed but I could hear her breathing on the other side so I knew it wasn't her. Still, the feeling of being...watched was so strong it scared me at first. I went into the living room and checked the deadbolt on the door. It was locked as were the windows and back door. My heart was really pounding as I went back to my room but instead of being afraid I realized I was feeling really, really...horny. Not just mildly excited like when you meet a cute guy for the first time but deep down, gotta have it, horny. It was three a.m. and I wasn't about to call Tim, not that he would have come at this ungodly hour. But I wanted a man. Now. I remember vaguely thinking, "Where is this coming from?". Rooming with Nikki was real casual and, being just us girls, we dressed pretty functional for bed. I had on just a long sleep shirt with Taz on the front and my bikini panties underneath and a bra. I lifted the shirt up over my hips, pulling it over my head as sensuously as I had ever done it in my life. Then I did the same with my bra, dropping it on the floor with my shirt. I peeled my panties down slowly over my ass then let them drop to my feet before stepping out of them, like I was stripping for an audience. The room was dark except for the light from the hall that spilled in. Nikki had to sleep with the hall light on for some reason. I turned on the table lamp by my nightstand and closed my bedroom door. Standing in front of my dresser mirror I surveyed my own nude body as if it were another woman's that I had never seen before. I held my breasts underneath, lifting them slightly. My nipples were like little erasers and I touched each of them with a wet finger making circles around the pink part. I'd shaved back my pubic hair into just a narrow strip so I could wear the one piece suit I'd bought with the high cutouts on the legs. I turned and looked at my ass and legs. Not too shabby. I wasn't Cindy Crawford but guys turned and looked at me when I passed them, so I knew I had something going for me. I went back and pulled the comforter and sheet up as if I were making the bed. Then I layed on top with my back propped against the headboard and several pillows. I drew up my knees and began to caress my vagina. I can probably count on two hands the number of times I've masturbated myself since I was 13. Well, maybe a few toes as well, but its not something I normally do even when I'm between boyfriends. I'm not against doing it, I just don't think about it. Tonight, I really wanted to get off and this seemed like the only way. I was just a little...wound up. I was surprised how wet I was this soon after my period. My wetness was pooled at the opening of my vagina like liquid soap, thicker than usual. Probing inside, I covered my fingers then, brought them to my mouth and tasted my own juices. Yep, that was me all right. I resumed my slow stroking up and down my labia trying to keep from diving on my clitoris and getting off in a rush. I've never been interested in those 'toy' things except the really big massagers. What was really turning me on was the game I was playing in my head that I was doing this while someone was watching. I talked to him, asking if he liked me touching myself, and telling him how delicious I was feeling. It was wild the effect the game was having on me. My clitoris was throbbing, begging for attention. I could feel it standing up inside the skin around it, like a little erection, rubbing itself against me as I turned or shifted. Unable to hold back much longer, I began rubbing my clitoris on the side and underneath. It still did the trick without the sharp, itching sensation that happens when I stroke it directly on top. I lifted up my bottom from the bed ready to come. In the back of my consciousness I remember hearing a knock on my bedroom door at the moment of release. "Michelle. Are you all right? I heard you get up before. Any problem?", Nikki was asking as she stood outside. I couldn't have stopped my orgasm at that point if my own father was at the door. We were friends and both girls. She'd have to understand this time. "Ohhh..I'm comin...coming....Ohhhh, Ohhhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhhhhh." I had not tried to hold back. It just felt so good to really let go after all the build up and tension since waking up. Nikki could hear everything and her imagination was even better than mine. "Ooops. Sorry to...bother you...Uh, sleep tight.", she said through the door in embarrassment at catching me 'in the act' as it were. I'd walked in on her with her boyfriends a couple of times so it was not really a big deal. It was kind of expected with boyfriends and roommates and all. But this felt even more personal. Why was I getting off alone? It wasn't like me, again. I turned off the light on the nightstand and just turned over on my tummy without putting my clothes back on or getting under the comforter. It was the first time I'd slept in the nude by myself that I could remember. ****** I was awakened by the sound of running water. I glanced at my bedroom clock and saw that it was past seven. If I didn't hurry I'd be late for work. It was warm in the condo, Nikki ran up the heating bill something awful, and I didn't feel chilled even though I had been sleeping nude on top of the bed covers. It had been a weird night and the feeling...the horny sensation was still with me. Maybe I was getting sick? Although Nikki and I are close we do maintain some privacy between us. But this morning I was not myself. I opened the bathroom door and walked in unannounced. Nikki was washing herself in the tub and looked up at me a bit startled. She'd seen me nude of course but not just walking around the condo. Nikki is a year older than me with dyed blond hair cut real short and cute. She's what the guys call a 'fox' by any standards. We are about the same size in most things except bras, I'm a cup larger. She's also a lot more uninhibited than I was and she would tell me stories about things she'd done that I would never have done in my life. She didn't show embarrassment or cover herself as I came in. I could see her breasts but the rest of her was under the soapy water in the tub. I proceeded to walk over to the toilet, and take a pee. "Sorry, I forgot.", she said apologizing for not flushing before. "Sorry, about last night too...I...you know...Are you all right, Michelle? Is Tim not working out or something?" "Tim's fine. He's on a business trip till Friday. Don't feel bad about catching me. I just felt...horny for some reason. No big deal. You do it don't you?" "Sometimes. Just for old times sake I guess or when the guy I'm with is really fast or bad.", she said in support. "Nikki. Could I borrow some clothes from you for work.", I asked. "Sure. Just don't take my new jeans. I'd like to wear them once before you do." "No. Do you have a pair of nylons I could wear?", I asked directly. "Pantyhose or thigh tops?". "I've got those, what I mean is the old kind, that you need garters for. Do you have a pair of those kind. And a garter belt for them." "Michelle, are your going to work at the usual place or are you making a career move. How come little miss I-can't-wear-a-dress-today-its-too-windy suddenly wants to dress like the nasty girls? Are you trying to impress some guy at work?" "No, I'm just...in a mood to dress up, that's all. Now, can you lend me some or are you going to cross examine me some more." "Bottom drawer on the left. That's where I keep all my gifts from my boyfriends. You know, the Victoria Secret stuff. Guys just go nuts when you wear stockings and garters for them. The problem is then they want you to go out with them with no panties on under your dress. The worst ones start asking to watch you get off in front of them. I once had a guy offer to give me a car if I fingered myself in front of him." "Did you do it?" "Sure, but the jerk bailed on the deal and I never got the car. He was an Arab or something, I think. Not that I really minded. It was kind of a turn on and I didn't really like him that much." She got back to my request. "Just don't run the stockings. And wear your own panties, Ok? I love you like a sister Michelle, but we have to draw the line somewhere.", she said, climbing out of the tub and drying off as I was washing my face in the sink. I took a shower after she left and got ready for work. Sitting on the sink I started putting on the usual stuff but it didn't look...right today. Despite the time I started putting on my 'night' face, you know all the glitzy stuff that you put on for a big date. I'd never wear that much makeup to work but something just kept goading me on. I put on deep warm brown eye shadow and liner that brought out my brown eyes and thin eyebrows. I put on so much blusher that it even embarrassed me at first and I toned it back a tad. It looked like some Western dance hall girl, way over the top. Now that I was made up I had to get dressed. I found Nikki's lingerie drawer and pulled out several items. They were all pretty 'costumey', you know real wild colors and heavily adorned with lace and bows and stuff. Pretty, but not what I wanted. At the bottom was a very simple, old fashioned, white garterbelt with some lace embroidery. It was wide, but not like one of her waist cincher corset things. She had lots of pantyhose and thigh tops but I couldn't find plain stockings. There was a cellophane package under several of her pantyhose bags and I took it out. These were real silk stockings, not the lycra and nylon kind that scrunch up when you take them off. These looked like they'd been ironed or something, very sheer and very soft to the touch. I hooked the garter belt around my waist and sat on the bed to slip up the stockings. They fit almost perfectly, just a bit too long for my legs, but I folded the welt part over and clipped each of them to the four garters of the garter belt. It was a funny feeling compared to the covered feeling you get with pantyhose, like your wearing something but you're not exactly 'dressed'. Then I slipped on a pair of bikini panties in a bone or off-white color over my stockings and garters. I suddenly occurred to me as odd that I would put the panties on over the garters rather than the more natural way of putting on my panties first. Might be less complicated in the ladies room but still not what I would have normally done. I hooked up my matching bra with the lace embroidery and began the hard part, finding the right dress. The clock was my enemy at this point. I went through my entire closet and couldn't find a dress that...matched my wicked mood. Never fear, I knew Nikki had a much better selection so I went into her room and opened her closet. She was such a fucking clothes horse that I almost got buried from dresses falling off the rods as I tore through them looking for the 'right' dress. Then I spotted a dress that seemed to have what I was looking for, a sexy, but slightly dated look, with a Mexican flavor. It was a black dress with and orchid print in white, salmon, and green colors. It was still wrapped in plastic from the dry cleaners and I took it off the hanger to try on. It was a bit snug across my breasts but the length and even the...feel was perfect. The skirt was pleated in a deep, wide broomstick fashion and hung off my hips at a very flattering angle. It was a very lightweight silk or rayon material that made a swish sound as it moved over the silk hose I was wearing. I stepped into a pair of black sandal high heels and buckled the small strap over each of my ankles. The hem hit me about eight inches above my knees, just about my limit of modesty. I looked so feminine and pretty I thought I was one of those Spanish flamenco dancers as I modeled in front of the mirror. I was so struck by the appearance that I even dug out an old comb I had with a big pink rose on it and put up my hair with it on one side. If I'd had a real rose I would have carried it in my teeth. Arriving at the office where I worked I realized that I was creating quite a stir. Some of the girls gave me flattering comments but the looks from the guys were pure lust. This was not the Michelle Lewis they had come to know and love. "Just don't wait for a bus dressed like that.", one older secretary said snidely, "They might get you for solicitation." I could have been pissed but the fact was she was right. What in the world was I doing dressed this way? And why was it turning me on so much? I was pretty much a useless klutz the entire time I was there. My mind was definitely somewhere else. But where? After nearly destroying several thousand customer computer files I told my manager I was feeling a little sick and needed to take the rest of the day off. She was understanding and supportive. I had the best manager in the world. I started driving back to our condo. It was just after ten in the morning and I'd have the whole day to think about the way I was feeling. I was driving on autopilot, completely preoccupied with my anxious, erotic state of mind. Then I realized I was in the wrong lane. This was a left turn only lane and I was blocked on the right. It was the turn into the wildlife preserve that Tim and I had biked in just last weekend. How did I manage this? I made the left looking for a place to turn around but the road was narrow asphalt with deep ditches on either side all the way to the gravel parking lot. As I wheeled the car around in the lot to go back out the way I'd come in my car made one of those funny car sounds that strike fear in every woman's heart...and stopped, dead. Perfect. I was sitting in the only car in the lot in this isolated wildlife preserve dressed in the most provocative, sensual outfit I'd ever worn in my life and my car was dead. Why hadn't I listened to Nikki and gotten a cell phone? Too late now. There was a ranger office about a quarter mile into the preserve. They would have a phone but first I had to get there in five inch high heels. As I got out of my car the thought went through my mind, "This could not possibly be worse. Nikki will die laughing when I tell her." Then it got worse. Much worse. A very old pickup truck had pulled into the lot. It had tools in back like for a gardener or something. A man got out. He was over six feet tall with wide shoulders like he was a laborer or construction worker type. He had longish sandy hair that over his ears and a grizzled, unshaven face. He wore a white shirt that was buttoned all the way to his neck and black pants with black boots that were muddy, like he'd been walking in the preserve. My first instinct was to ask him for help but as my eyes caught his he smiled. He held a cigar in his teeth and took a quick puff as his eyes moved from my face down over my breasts and consumed my hips and legs. I'd never seen a man look at me with more pure lust than at that moment. I also experienced something I'd often wondered about as an attractive female in an evil world. What does it feel like to know that in the next few moments you are going to be raped? Every news story I'd ever heard about torturer-rapist-murderers flashed through my mind. Hadn't I just read that one of these monster's had spanked a twenty year old woman for hours until she had a heart attack from fear and died? This wasn't funny anymore and I had better figure out something fast. I took about four steps backwards and then started running as best I could in my heels for the ranger office I knew was down one of the paths from the parking lot. Several times I turned and I could see him following me into the preserve, getting closer every second since running in high heels through rocks and mud is very awkward and not very fast. If I twisted an ankle he would be on me in a second. My sense of direction was never good and it totally failed me in my panic. I was avoiding the muddy trenches and found the path that Tim and I had taken on our bikes. It was the best I could do at this point. Either I managed to lose him, or run into some other people in the preserve, or I was going to end up on the nightly news. I turned up the path to the grave site we'd seen, hoping to duck behind the brush long enough for him to pass, then I could go back out and escape. I passed the tombstone and sat down behind a large thicket of brush. My skirt had billowed up around me as I sat and my bottom was sitting directly on the fresh green rye grass carpet that covered the bare ground. I was out of breath but trying not to be heard gasping for air. Then I waited. I hadn't seen him pass by but I knew he was very close when I last looked. After about ten minutes I was ready to get up when I smelled it. His cigar. The smoke was not visible but I could smell the oily cigar he was smoking, unseen, near me. It was so quiet and serene as I sat looking up at the overcast clouds that were now blocking the morning sun. I was convinced that we were the only two people in the preserve this time of day. He'd had every opportunity to rape me if that was his intent. But that's not what he wanted. I sensed it just as I sensed that weird presence last night in my bedroom. He wanted to watch me. I felt a sudden hot surge go through me as all the pent up fear and rage transformed into an intense desire for sexual pleasure. The whole circumstance was so beyond anything I'd ever experienced that it felt like a dream. And I wanted so much to have him watch me dream it. "I know you're there.", I heard myself speak. "I...I can smell your cigar. Can you see me? Can you see me sitting here on the grass? I can feel the grass on my bare legs and it's turning me on. Its so soft, like green fur." I drew my dress up over my stockings in folds savoring the sound and feel of the rayon rubbing over my silky thighs. "See my stockings? You like how they make my legs look, don't you? They feel so smooth, like little skins on my legs. You'd like to kiss my thighs wouldn't you? Around my garters, then up higher, up to the legs of my panties." I had my skirt over my waist with my legs apart, resting my back against the birch trunk. "Is this what you want to see?", I cooed tugging the crotch of my bikini panties to one side. "Can you see my vagina? Look at it close. Can you see how wet I am? I'm aroused, I'm very aroused doing this for you with you watching. Bring you face close and smell me. I can feel the heat from your cigar on my clit. Bring it close and make it glow red. I want to feel the hot tip near my clit." I sat up long enough to unzip the dress, pull it off over my head, and slide my panties down over my hips and legs. Then I unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts. "Do you like breasts? They're very soft and I love to have them sucked and teased. I think sometimes I could come just from having my nipples sucked. Oh God, I'm so hot doing this I could come any second." My right hand went between my thighs, touching the wet lips and starting to stroke around my clitoris. I was past all sense of control or modesty as I masturbated myself in front of this complete stranger. "I'm so close...so...yesss...oh, I'm...I'm going to come...OHHHHHHH, OHHHHHH." I lurched up with an ear shattering cry as my first orgasm swept over me. It hardly made a dent in my need. My senses were intensely aware of all around me. I could feel the beginning mist on my bare skin as the rain began. The breeze blew through the brush as wild birds chattered and fluttered in the dense trees surrounding the grave site. And I could smell the strange pungent aroma of his cigar mixed with the damp earthen smell of the sandy clay under the new rye grass. I turned on my front and drew my bare breasts over the green moist carpet, slithering like one of the rattlesnakes that populate the preserve in the dry season. I felt like and animal crawling across the ground toward the white headstone in the clearing. I came up to a large rut in the ground where the previous rains had almost dried leaving a thick, sandy mud at the bottom. Reaching with both hands, I submerged them into the still warm muck pulling back handfuls of the wet, dripping earth. Rising up on my stockinged knees I pressed the mud into my face, smearing it down over my neck and breasts. I took more handfuls of mud and smeared them down over my belly and thighs till I was coated in a brown, muddy icing. In a final hedonistic act, I lowered my front into the rut and slid forward forcing the wet mud up and around my torso, crawling into it until even my shoes her nearly submerged. The stockings and garter belt were stained brown and the stockings were pulled from their garter tabs, slipping down my legs to my ankles in little, muddy folds. I unclipped the belt and removed the stockings from my feet, leaving them in the rut behind me like a molting snake. "Is this what you want, John. Do you want me covered in the earth? The earth that's covering you. I smell like the earth, John. Can you smell me around you?" I had turned again on my back and quickly masturbated to another teeth clenching orgasm. Their was mud in the crack of my ass and all around my vagina, even inside where my fingers had penetrated. The rain that had only been a mist turned into a heavy drizzle as I lay on the ground panting but unrelieved. The rain soon melted my muddy icing as I stood and walked up to the white headstone. I caressed it, licking the insides of the chiseled letters with my tongue. I spelled out the entire inscription before I stood and straddled the smooth curved upper edge. Rocking back and forth with the stone between my legs, I felt the cool smooth stone pressed into my clitoris and labia. "Fuck me, John. Fuck Michelle. Oh yes, fuck me so I can come again...Oh God, yes, I'm...I'm com...COMING...OHHHHHH...OHHHH." "Emma, there's a girl up under them bushes. She's butt neked. Maybe she needs some help like?", came an unknown older man's voice from the path nearby. "Leave 'er be, George. She'll be fine. Just don't pay 'er no mind.", an older woman's voice replied. Straddling the headstone, dripping wet in the rain, and stark naked, I looked up to see an old couple, holding an umbrella, as they turned and began walking down the path towards the entrance. They had no doubt witnessed much of my last orgasm and the humiliation suddenly swept over me like a cold shower. In an instant I was transported back from the wild horny animal I had just been to my old self, Michelle Lewis, normal woman. There was not much point in trying to dress in my panties and bra. They were soaked and full of sand as were the stockings and garter belt. I just picked them all up in a big wet ball and pulled my thoroughly rain soaked black orchid dress over my matted, muddy hair. I must have looked a sight coming out of the preserve. I got lost of course and ended up on another path, the one that finally did go by the ranger station. I was hoping it was not active and I could sneak by and out of the park without a lot of explaining. As I tiptoed past the door I heard a familiar voice. "Well, Hello Missy. You all done up there by the Boland site. Emma, it's the young thing we saw up a the grave site looking the worse for wear.", the old man who'd watched me come called out. "Don't mind him.", said the charming gray-haired woman of about 70. "George, go tend to some work while I talk to the little thing. Go on now.", she said herding her husband out of earshot. I was flushed and utterly humiliated again and she could see my distress. "We run across lots of folks using the park for...personal matters. Now, the single men, well we run them off 'cause they could be trouble for the little kids and stuff. The couples, well, we kinda figure to let Nature be Nature, you know.", she was smiling with a grandmotherly wisdom. "But the single ladies. Girls out there alone. Well, that's something you don't see anywhere real often. With girls alone it don't seem right. So we suspect it's something with old John Boland up there. He was a real rogue before the Civil War in these parts. Owned a lot of the land around here at one time. An a real ladies man, least that's the legend. Now, the myth round here is that his spirit is in the ground, and when a girl gets near that spirit, well, they get as crazy as the men. I've seen it happen around here enough to believe it, I do." She gave me a towel to dry my hair and I stumbled off back to my car. I turned the key for grins and it started like it had just come from the shop. The old pickup was gone as well along with the smell of cigar. I paid Nikki for her stocking and garter belt. The dress was a disaster as well but she hadn't worn it for years so she wasn't too pissed. She had about twenty thousand other dresses in her closet anyway. I don't believe in ghosts or UFOs or anything weird like that but I'm just passing on my story so the next girl who ends up naked in the rain will not feel so alone.

Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" stories I read, I decided to write some my own way. They are much longer than most, and have (I feel) more character development than most other adult stories. This story is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults. It is based on both real life experiences and fantasy. Any similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional. Only the names have been changed to protect the involved parties. If you are interested in more like these, my E-Mail address is [email protected]. All of my stories and more are now available at my web site, "Adventures In Erotica". This is a free site, and the address is http://scroll.to/erotica I welcome any input, or comments, or your own stories. Since I distribute it for free, please do not place it in any "pay for access" sites. Other than that, as long as nothing is cut out (including these comments) distribution is unlimited. Thank you, and enjoy. Christmas Carol Part I It was that time of year again. Every year, the place where I worked threw a big Christmas Party. This was the fifth such party that I had attended, and it was as dull as the rest. Jones was doing his fruitcake jokes again, and Lucy and Bob were fighting. At least she was no longer working for the company, leaving right before she had their baby. I was looking forward to leaving, and was only here for the almost mandatory party. I could have not come, but it might have affected my career. I was due for a promotion, and this might help me get it. It was being held in the Buffet area on the ground floor of our office building. We occupied the second floor and the basement, and the hotel occupied the first, and the third through the tenth floors. This made it convenient, for I did not have to worry about parking or anything else. In fact, the hotel offered us discount rates for rooms, in case we had to much to drink. I sat through the dinner with the same old speeches, and the dinner (which was actually quite good). Now we had all retired to the lounge, which had a dance floor, a buffet (for those still hungry), and a wet bar. I spent an hour schmoozing, playing the normal office political games. I was getting ready to leave, when Carol came up to me. Carol was a cute young girl that just started in the copy room. She was 19, having joined 4 months before. I had been with the company for almost 6 years, starting in the same position that she now held. I required frequent copies, and saw her 5 or 6 times a day. Two months before, she started flirting with me while I was waiting for copies. I flirted back, enjoying the attentions of the pretty young girl. It made me feel younger, and she was a smart and cute girl. I might have asked her out, except for our 13 year age difference. At 32, I was far to old to date a teen-ager. We chatted for a bit, talking about our plans for our week off. I was just going to be staying at home, relaxing and watching some movies on my new Satellite system that I had bought myself. It seems that Carol was going to be doing pretty much the same. She did not have a TV yet, so would probably spend her time reading. I jokingly invited her to come over whenever she wanted to watch something on TV, and she accepted. I knew that she was serious when she asked me my home phone number, so she could call to see if it would be convenient for her to come over. We chatted for a bit longer, and soon I was asking her if she wanted to dance. We moved to the dance floor, and she felt good in my arms. The first song was a popular Christmas-Rock song, but the next one was the immortal "Christmas Song" by Nat King Cole. Carol slipped closer to me as we started slow dancing. I held her in my arms, and could feel her breasts brushing up against my chest. I tried to concentrate on something else, but my cock would not listen. It insisted on rising up, like it wanted to check her out for himself. The song ended, but the next song was another slow song, so we continued to dance. Carol moved closer to me, and our bellies were now touching. I could not help but rest my head on her shoulder, and could smell the light sent of perfume on her neck. I enjoyed the smell, and as the song drew to a close, I lightly kissed her neck. This surprised myself, but I could not help myself. The next song was a Christmas rap song, so we moved off of the floor. She excused herself to go off to the ladies room, and I went to get myself a drink. I was trying to decide what this would mean when Mr. Dale walked up to me, and asked to see me alone for a second. We went to his office, and he told me that I should be careful with Carol. Mr. Dale is my boss, and one of the senior partners in the company. I told him that so far, our dancing had been mostly her idea, and I had not done anything inappropriate. He looked skeptical, but said that if I hurt her, he would be sure to remember it. I was a little confused as I headed back to the party, but smiled when I saw Carol at the punch bowl, looking for somebody. It was obvious that the somebody was me when she smiled, and made a bee-line to where I was. I poured her a drink, and she asked where I had gone. I answered her that Mr. Dale wanted to talk to me for a sec, and that seemed to be good enough. We talked for a bit longer, and were soon dancing again. When another slow song came on, Carol almost melted into my arms, pressing her entire body against mine. Carol was much shorter than me, standing only 5'2" to my 6'. She pressed her head to my shoulder as we danced. I could feel her breasts press into my chest, and her groin against my leg. My groin was pressed to her belly, and she seemed to be pressing herself more firmly to me there. I was feeling a little numb. This beautiful young girl was sending signals that she wanted me, a man almost 14 years older than her. I held her, and noticed that the lights in the dance area were now darker than they were earlier. I moved my head down, and softly kissed her neck again, this time leaving my lips there. She moaned softly, so I continued to kiss her, moving up to nibble on her ear. As I did so, she pressed her belly closer to me. I gently bit and licked on her neck, then moved back to her ear. We finished the dance, then Carol said that she had to go to her office for a second to get something. She said that she was a little nervous of going there by herself, and asked if I would come along. Carol worked in the basement, so I could understand her nervousness. I said that I would, and we both headed for the elevator. Once in the copy room, I followed Carol into her office, and watched her pull a book out of her desk, and turn her computer off. She was standing with her back to me, and I walked up behind her. She moved back, pressing her back against my front. I wrapped my arms around her, and held her for several minutes. Neither of us spoke, simply holding each other. She then turned around, and raised her head for a kiss. I bent down, and kissed the softest lips that I had ever felt under mine. After kissing for several minutes, she broke away and looked up into my eyes. I wanted to sink into her dark brown eyes. Without breaking our hug, we both moved to the couch in the room, and sat down. We resumed kissing, holding each other while we sat on the couch. It was like being in High School again. We spent almost 2 hours like that, necking like 2 kids. I kissed her face, neck, and ears. I also caressed her back, shoulders, arms, and head. She did the same, making me feel wonderful. We finally broke apart, and she almost collapsed against me. We simply held each other in silence, trying to control our breathing. We shifted around a bit more, and she was now sitting on my lap. We resumed kissing, and she started moaning softly when I moved back to her neck. It was soft and smooth, and she wiggled her bottom slightly as I kissed and gently licked her neck. I caressed her side, and she moved closer to me as I did so. I reached my hand up in front of her, grasping her shoulder. I could feel her breasts against my arm, and they felt wonderful. I started to remove my hand after a few minutes, and was surprised when Carol gently took my hand, and pressed it to her left breast. I gently squeezed, then moved it away. I whispered into her ear that I would like to take my time. She moaned, but agreed with my reasoning. I told her that if she wanted a quick fling, that I was probably not the best choice. I was more interested in long relationships than quick one night flings. She softly whispered that she was hoping for one too, with me! She had been attracted to me for a long time, but was not sure if I would be interested in her. She said that she thought her age, low position in the company, and other factors would not make her as attractive. I assured her that this was not the case. I knew what kind of a person she was, and that was what mattered. We started kissing again, and she laid back. I slowly laid her down on the couch, and I laid on my side. We were now on our sides, facing each other. I allowed my hands to explore, from her nicely shaped hips to her shoulder. I would caress along her side, lightly teasing the side of her breast. She seemed to like this, so I did it a little more. She started to caress my chest through my shirt, feeling the muscles and caressing my skin. She undid one button, and slipped a delicate hand inside. She now had free access to my skin. Carol was soon teasing my nipples. Unable to resist any longer, I moved my hand to the front, and caressed her breasts. Carol moaned my name, and pressed herself to me more tightly. We kissed and necked for another 45 minutes, then took another small break. I looked at the clock, and was amazed to see that it was almost 2am! We got ourselves re-arranged, and returned to the party. But it was already over with, and we were the last 2 people there. I walked her to her car, and we kissed goodnight. I went home, and fell fast asleep. Since Christmas was on Wednesday, our party was held Friday night. Saturday I just relaxed, reliving the night before as I watched TV. I was surprised to answer the phone and find Carol calling me. I had forgotten that I had given her my number the night before. She said that one of her favorite movies would be on that night, and was wondering if the offer was still open. I assured her that it was, and she said that she would be over at around 7pm. I told her that I would make us both dinner, and she promised to provide the wine. When she arrived, I had a table set with Fettuccini Alfredo, garlic bread, and salad. She brought along an exceptional bottle of wine. We greeted each other with a tender kiss, then sat to eat. I asked her about the wine, knowing that she was not old enough to buy it legally. She laughed, and said that she had gotten it from her Uncle Rick. The dinner was wonderful, and Carol rubbed her foot along my leg during the entire time. The first time, I was in the middle of a sentence. I was flooded with the desire to hold her again, and lost track of what I was saying, mumbling and stuttering. Carol giggled, and promised to be good. After dinner, we retired to my living room with the remainder of the wine. The movie she wanted to watch was coming on soon. As it so happened, it was one of my favorite movies also. "Dr. Zhivago" was one of my long time favorite movies, and I was looking forward to seeing it. I surprised her when I mentioned that instead of watching it from the satellite, we should watch it from my cassette. I have the letter box version in my collection. That way we could see it in its full screen version, and pause it if either of us needs to go to the bathroom or anything (after all, it is over 3 hours long). We had to wait for about 5 minutes for the movie to rewind, so we naturally started kissing. I realized as soon as I started to run my hand down her back that she was not wearing a bra. Carol moaned softly as I rubbed her back. When the Introduction to the movie started, I made a few last minute preparations. I lit the gas logs in my fireplace, then threw on a couple of pinecones for the scent. I then turned off all of the lights. I then turned on my stereo, so we could hear the movie with better sound than my TV could produce. I finally grabbed a large blanket, then we curled up on the floor as the movie started. As the epic unfolded before us, we gently caressed each others bodies. I was laying back slightly on a few cushions, and she was in front of me. I caressed her shoulders and sides, occasionally kissing her neck and ear. She was between my legs, and ran her hands up and down them. Like most girls, she cried in the appropriate places. I held her tighter then, wrapping my arms around her. When I did this during the parting scene of Dr. Zhivago and Nurse Laura, I did not let go afterwards. During the interlude, we both stood up to go to the bathroom and stretch. I got a bottle of Mead that I had been saving for a special occasion, and poured us both a drink as the movie restarted. She was fascinated by the honey drink, and sipped it as the movie continued. I was feeling mellow, and was enjoying the feelings of holding a beautiful woman in my arms again. I had not been with another woman since my wife had died 3 years before. It had been sudden, and I had not even been able to date since then. Now I was holding somebody else in my arms, and I wondered if I would be able to be alone again. As a love scene between Yuri and Laura unfolded, I slowly lowered my hands, gently taking Carol's breasts in my hands. She moved back against me and moaned slightly, rising her hands to hold mine against her. I caressed and kneaded her firm breasts, her nipples already hard inside her blouse. A short time later, I unbuttoned her silk blouse, holding her breasts in my hands. She pressed back against me more firmly, and started to rub my legs. We teased each other like this throughout the rest of the movie. Carol cried at the end, and I held her in my arms. After the closing song ended, I used the remote to turn off the TV, and turned the stereo to a jazz station. We relaxed, facing each other now as we continued to hug and kiss each other. We were laying on our sides, holding and kissing each other. I gently squeezed one breast while my other hand caressed her back and hips. I slowly moved my hand over and started caressing her ass. I was soon kissing her lovely neck again, working my way from her ear to her shoulder, then back again. Sometime during this time, we both removed our shirts. We were kissing, bare chests rubbing against each other. We had our hands on each other's ass. I moved my hands down, and caressed her legs as she kissed my neck. Like her, my neck was a very sensitive spot. She rolled me onto my back, and started to work me over. Carol kissed me from my ears to my chest, slowly moving, making sure she kissed, licked, or sucked every inch of skin. I was clawing her back and moaning as she kissed the hollow of my neck. I felt the shivers running from my feet up to my head, and back again. When she started to lick and suck on my nipples, I had to hold on to her as I gasped out how good it felt. I was caressing her back, neck, head, and breasts at the same time. I raised my head, looking down at her body lying half on top of me. Her black skin was in sharp contrast to my white skin. She looked like a shadow on top of me, making love to me. She finally moved back up, and I kissed her deeply before rolling her over onto her back. I followed much the same trail that she had on me. I moved slowly from her ears to her neck, then to her shoulders. When I moved to Carol's chest, I kissed around her breasts, kissing only the top, sides, then bottom of her wonderful breasts. Her areola were the size of half dollars, and the nipples on the end were almost as big as the first part of my little finger. They were stiff and hard with her desire. I teased her, kissing around her breasts for almost 5 minutes, until she groaned that she could not take it much longer. I then started working my way up, kissing all over her breasts. I continued my teasing though. I carefully avoided her nipples, kissing the rest of her breasts. When she realized what I was doing after a couple of minutes, she tried to steer my mouth to her nipple. When I did not let her, she tried to move under me, bringing her nipple to my mouth. I relented part way, caressing one of her nipples with my fingers. I did this for a few seconds, then stopped. I moved down, kissing my way down her belly. I reached her navel, licking and kissing the little indentation that I found. I then continued to lick my way down, finally reaching the waistband of her skirt. I inhaled deeply as I kissed and licked her writhing stomach. I could smell her need, the distinct smell of a woman rising to my nose. Carol moaned as I slowly kissed my way back up. She made a light attempt to push my head back down, but she knew that I was not ready to do that, yet. I kissed the underside of her breasts again, moving up to the top. Again, I kissed in a circle around her left nipple, never quite touching it. I was ready to stop the teasing, and lightly licked her nipple. Carol gasped, pulling me tightly to her chest. I gently licked and sucked on her hard nipple as she slowly writhed under me. In just over a minute, she was gasping and writhing, calling my name softly. Then I felt her hips buck, and she held me tightly as she went stiff, then relaxed, still slightly pumping her hips. I realized that she had just had an orgasm! I had gotten her so aroused, that my sucking her nipple was all it took to push her over the edge. I held her gently in my arms, continuing to lick and suck gently on her nipples as she finally laid fully back, limp as a rag doll and softly moaning my name. We broke apart, and she said that she needed to use the bathroom again. But when she tried to stand, she wobbled. I quickly grabbed her, and she said that the wine and passion must have gotten to her. Between the two of us, we had killed 2 bottles of wine. I helped her to the bathroom, then tried to figure out what to do next. She was in no condition to drive, and neither was I. When she came out, I offered to let her sleep on the bed, while I slept on the couch. She said that we would do nothing of the kind, and she would trust me to sleep in the same bed as her. When I told her that I was not sure is I would trust myself in the same bed with her. She giggled, then said that she was willing to take that chance. I showed her to my bedroom, and got one of my old t-shirts out for her to wear to bed. I left the room, then asked her if she was afraid of the dark. She was puzzled, and asked me why. I came back in when she called, and showed her my windows, with shutters on the outside (which I then closed by remote control), the venetian blinds, the roller blinds, then the thick, dark blue curtains. I explained to her that the room was pitch black at night, with the only light coming from the clock on my nightstand (even that was covered with cloth, only allowing a dim amount of light to escape. I explained that I preferred the dark, and liked sleeping in it. She said that that was not a problem, and slipped into the bed. I turned off the lights, then stripped to my underwear and slid in myself. We kissed for about 30 minutes, then she rolled over so we could go to sleep. I curled up behind her, spoon fashion, and she guided my hand to her breast. We then fell asleep. I awoke during the night, experiencing a wonderful feeling that I had not felt in a long time. I looked down, and saw my erect cock appear, then disappear in the near total darkness of my room. My mind was still fuzzy from sleep, and marveled at this sight. I looked again, just as my cock reappeared, then disappeared. I moaned as the sensations again came. I realized that it was being caused by Carol, who was giving me head. Her skin was as dark as night, and it was almost impossible to see her. I reached down, caressing her face as she gave me what was the most perfect blowjob of my life. I saw her dark hand moving up to play with my chest and she moved down to lick my testicles. After licking me for a few minutes, she resumed her fantastic oral ministrations. It had been over a week since I had had an orgasm, and I was on the edge of cumming. I warned her that I was about to cum, to give her a chance to pull away. All Carol did was to pull back, only keeping the head in her mouth. She captured the remaining part of me in her hand, and proceeded to give me a handjob. I could not hold off any longer, and shot my load into her mouth, moaning her name as I came. I don't remember the last time I came so hard. My orgasm went on and on. I could hear Carol moaning over the sound of blood pounding in my brain. When I finished, I laid back, exhausted. Carol stayed down for a few more minutes, licking my cock clean, then moving back up. I grabbed her head, and pulled her down for a passionate kiss. She stiffened at first, then realized that I did not mind kissing her with my sperm on her lips. We kissed for several minutes, then she curled up against me. She asked me if it had been a long time for me, and I admitted that this was the first in 3 years. This seemed to make her sad, and she asked why it had been so long. I realized that she did not know about Mary. I told her about my wife, and the discovery after only 1 year of marriage that she had advanced Uterine cancer. Even with chemotherapy, she only lasted 2 more years, dying the week after our third anniversary. Carol cried, saying that she did not know. I told her it was OK, that it was OK now. It had taken me almost 2 years to get over it, and I had not dated simply because I had not found the right lady, "until now" I told her. We kissed, and she said that after the wonderful orgasm I had given her, she simply had to return the favor. We kissed a little more, and we went back to sleep. When I woke up again, I was alone in bed. I walked out, and smelled something wonderful in the kitchen. There was Carol, still wearing my t-shirt, placing bacon, eggs, and french toast onto two plates. She saw me, then ran over (a wonderful sight, considering that she was not wearing a bra) and jumped into my arms. After a deep kiss, she told me to get back into bed, and cover up unless I wanted to be attacked by her. I looked down, and realized that I was still nude. I do not remember her removing my underwear during the night, but she must have before her late-night present. I climbed back under the covers, and she turned on a light as she handed me a plate. We ate together, then curled up together again under the covers. We kissed and cuddled for most of the day, simply enjoying being together. I told her about Mary, and she talked about her Uncle. It seems that her parents died in an accident when she was young, and she had been raised by her Uncle Rick, and his wife. She had been in a private school in another state the last 4 years, and had returned after a vacation in Europe. She heard about the job at the firm, and took it, against her Uncle's wishes. It seems that he wanted her to go to college, and she did not. At least not yet. She obviously idolized her uncle, and wanted to rise up on her own, not because of school, or who her uncle was. I told her that I was the same, working my way up, starting from where she was. She giggled, saying that I had obviously risen high, and was on the rise again. She was referring now to my cock, which had been on the rise for the last several minutes. She gently reached down, taking me in her hand. She had a gentle touch, and we kissed as she pulled on me, causing wonderful feelings. I reached down, gently sliding my hand between her legs, which she parted for me. Carol was very wet, and she moaned into my mouth as I slid my fingers around her vulva. I simply caressed her, not entering, and avoiding her clit. I wanted to get her as hot as possible. I started kissing her neck and working my way down as I felt her up. She was moaning my name, telling me how good it felt. I started to pull on her lower lips, lightly squeezing them between my fingers. I then slid one up and down, just inside. I felt her jerk as I lightly caressed her clit, then slid my finger down and into her. Carol was very tight, and very wet. I could feel her muscles clenching on my finger, and she moaned as I sucked on her breast at the same time. I started to caress her clit with my thumb as I inserted a second finger into her. Carol was sobbing in pleasure, telling me how good it felt, and how badly she wanted me inside her. I could tell that she was trying to hold off, but I won. I moved back up, kissing her deeply. This was enough to set her off, moaning and thrashing as she came on my hand. After she came down, I gently removed my fingers. She visibly relaxed, clinging to me. She told me that she had never come like that before. We gently kissed for about 10 minutes, then Carol turned the heat back on. She lowered her hand, grasping me firmly as I caressed the cheeks of her ass. I continued to tease her, lightly grazing her vagina from behind. Finally she pleaded "Enough!", and pushed me onto my back. She climbed over me, and grasped me, sliding me around the entrance to her most secret place. After a minute of this, she spread her legs a little wider, and sighed as she slowly lowered herself onto me. Once I was all the way in, she fell down onto my chest. We kissed passionately as I felt her grasp me inside of her body. Carol was by far the tightest girl that I had ever been inside of. Neither of us moved at first, we simply kissed and held each other. I moved my hands down, grasping her wonderful ass in my hands. Finally she started to move, slowly pumping her hips up and down on top of me. I looked into her face, and she seemed to be in a little pain. When I asked her if she was OK, she said that she had expected the pain. I looked at her again, and quietly asked her if she was a virgin. "Not anymore" was her whispered reply. I kissed her deeply, then asked her why. She was crying now, saying that she had a crush on me, and had for the last 3 months. The private school she had gone to had been for girls only, and had only dated at "approved functions". She had snuck away on a few occasions and necked with the boys, but that had been the extent of it. She had dated a guy for a few months while she was staying in Europe, but had never gone all the way with him. The most she had been willing to do was to perform oral sex on each other. They had done that for several months, until she saw him with a prostitute one evening while going to his place. She confronted him, and he admitted to it. She broke off the relationship, and had herself tested for disease (it was negative). That had been the extent of her experience until recently. The entire time she talked about it, I was slowly starting to pump my hips. By the time she reached the end of her story, she was slowly rocking back. She said that she was hoping that I would ask her out, but I never did. Her flirting was a way of trying to tell me she was interested, but I did not believe it. When she saw me at the party, she decided to make her move. She had asked the DJ (who was a friend of hers) to play a lot of slow songs if she saw the two of us dancing. She giggled, saying that right before we had left the party, her friend flashed her a "thumbs up" sign. Carol soon lost the ability to talk, however. She was pumping her hips a little more firmly now, and I was caressing her entire back, from her shoulders to her ass. She told me that she had never thought that making love would feel so good. She was so tight, it was all I could do to hold off. I kissed her deeply, and once again, it was enough to set her off. Carol moaned loudly, then almost sucked my tongue out of my head as she came. Her legs clamped around my hips as she bucked and groaned around my hard cock. Being unable to hold off any longer, I held her tightly as I came inside her. I must have shot for 5 minutes, in what was an explosive orgasm. When it was over, she collapsed on top of me, limp as a rag doll. We caressed each other, and whispered sweet things into each others ear as we came down from paradise. We took a shower together, and I surprised her by gently leaning her against the wall, then going down on her. I licked and sucked on her delightful pussy until she came, clawing my head as she came around my tongue. We made love 3 more times that day and evening, not getting dressed until it was time for Carol to go home. Carol had to go home so she could do some things before work tomorrow. We decided that we would try to act as professional as possible at work, and would get together again after work. We kissed gently, and she went home. We only had to work a day and a half, since Tuesday was Christmas Eve. The first time I had to get copies on Monday, Carol grinned when I walked in. We touched a few times, and she let her hand linger on mine before I had to return to my desk. I tried to go to lunch with her, but she said that she was having lunch with her Uncle. We met in her office after I got off that evening. We kissed, and decided to go out for dinner. After dinner, we saw a movie, then went to my place. Before we left work, she had placed a small bag in my car. She told me to wait in the living room, then called me into my bedroom a few minutes later. The room was lit by 3 candles, and she was curled up in the center of my bed. She was wearing a dark blue nightgown, which looked very elegant. It was full length, silk, with a deep neckline. I could see her breasts, with her nipples poking through the thin fabric. I sank onto the bed, kissing her deeply as I laid down next to her. We kissed deeply for a long time, then she broke away. Carol had me stand up, and she gently stripped me. Once I was nude, she slipped the nightgown off of her shoulders, and I watched as it sank to a blue pool around her ankles. Without saying a word, I watched my ebony Goddess sink to her knees, and slowly take my hard cock into her mouth. She gently sucked on me, looking up into my eyes as she did so. I watched her close her eyes, a look of pleasure on her face as she took me all the way in. She pulled back, and gently removed me from her mouth. Carol moved herself upright a little more, then pressed her breasts to each side of me, surrounding my cock with her soft skin. She moved her chest up and down, fucking he with her breasts. I could see her playing with her nipples as she moved. I reached down and softly caressed her cheek, and was rewarded with a beautiful smile. She asked if it felt good, and I chuckled. I told her that if she kept that up for a few more minutes, she would find out how good it felt. Her response was to pull away, and to lay back onto the bed. She said that she wanted to feel me cum inside her again. I moved over, and slowly sank onto and into her. We made love slowly, kissing and telling each other how good it felt. I was looking into her eyes, when I realized that I might be falling in love again. Then she closed her eyes and moaned my name, her orgasm causing her to clench her muscles around me. Once again, this was all it took as I came inside her. I collapsed on top of her, staying inside of her until I became soft and slipped out of her. We cuddled again, falling asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, we took a shower together and I drove us to work. She would not be seeing me until Christmas evening, having to spend it with her family. Neither my parents nor Mary's parents (even though she was dead, we still kept a close relationship) lived near me, so I would be spending it alone. I was surprised at 10 am, when Mr. Dale called me into his office. He told me to sit down, then asked me what was going on between Carol and myself. I was a little surprised, but recovered. I told him that it was personal, and that it was none of his business. That whatever our relationship might be, it would not affect us here at work. This did not satisfy him, and he asked again. Now Mr. Dale is a large man, having been a semi-pro football player years ago. He proudly displayed his old jersey on the wall of the office, with the nickname "Black Lightning" on the back. He again asked what was happening, and I again refused to answer him. He realized that this was going nowhere, and his voice dropped to almost a whisper. He asked again, this time shocking me. "I just want to know if you are using my niece to get to me." He sounded sincere, and this shook me also. I knew that Mr. Dale's first name was Richard, but I never made the connection with him being "Uncle Rick". Now some things fell into place. He noticed the looks on my face, and said nothing. Finally, I was able to talk. I assured him that until that moment, I had no idea that Carol was his niece. I was interested in her for himself, and would never use her for anything like that. I had to keep from shaking, the emotions were that strong in me at the time. I looked into his eyes, and told him "if I have to choose between my job and her, you can have my resignation before the end of work today." He knew that I was a hard worker, and this shook him, and to be honest it surprised myself. I assured him that I was serious. That if my dating Carol was a problem with working here, I would leave. "I care a lot for her, and she is the first person that I have dated since Mary died. She means a lot to me, even more than the promotion or this job." His looks softened, and he obviously believed me. He told me that he was intending on telling me that I was going to get the promotion before we left for our vacation today. He looked sad for a moment, then looked at me. He said that I would not be getting that promotion now. I felt like I had been kicked. He looked back at me, and told me that I would be getting a different promotion, and a transfer! It seems that the branch manager at the office across town was leaving next month, and he wanted me to do that instead. It was a better job, with even more money. I asked why, and he said that my dating somebody that I worked with was not a good idea. He understood, but a transfer would be for the best. "After all, you would not want to end up like Bob and Lucy, do you?" he said with a chuckle. I accepted his offer, and then he said that he was going to ask some personal questions. He would understand if I did not answer, and he was asking as a concerned Uncle. He asked if I had slept with her, and I quietly admitted that I had. He asked if I loved her, I said that I was not sure, but I thought I was falling in love with her. He then asked me what my plans were for the next couple of days, and I told him that I had nothing planned. "Not anymore" he said in his deep bass voice. He insisted that I come to his house for dinner, and that I not tell Carol. He wanted me to call right before I arrived at his house, so he could meet me and present me as a surprise present for Carol. I liked that idea, and agreed. I went down and saw Carol before I went home. We kissed for several minutes, and she promised to call me that night before she went to bed. It was all I could do to not tell her what her uncle had in mind for that night.

Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" stories I read, I decided to write some my own way. They are much longer than most, and have (I feel) more character development than most other adult stories. This story is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults. It is based on both real life experiences and fantasy. Any similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional. Only the names have been changed to protect the involved parties. If you are interested in more like these, my E-Mail address is [email protected]. All of my stories and more are now available at my web site, "Adventures In Erotica". This is a free site, and the address is http://scroll.to/erotica I welcome any input, or comments, or your own stories. Since I distribute it for free, please do not place it in any "pay for access" sites. Other than that, as long as nothing is cut out (including these comments) distribution is unlimited. Thank you, and enjoy. PS: My thanks to the lovely lady who gave me the inspiration for this story, you know who you are. Mandy 1 It had been an OK party so far. I was in Los Angeles for the week, enjoying spending some time with my cousin. While Paul and I were not real close, he was good for a free place to stay. So when he got invited to a party I was naturally invited also. So here I was, in a town 2,000 miles from home on a Friday night, drinking beer with people I did not even know. What a dull way to spend the night. Well, at least there was a keg for me to pull from. Most of the people here were kids. 16, 17, maybe 18 years old. There were a few around my age (25), but those that were female were either butt ugly, or with their boyfriends or husbands. But I did go ahead and dance with a few of the girls. One of them was a hot little thing, with titties that were obviously unencumbered by a bra because of the way they bounced all over when we danced. But she was probably no more then 17, and 3-6 years for pussy is not my idea of a good time. After we finished, I went to the bathroom, and then decided it was time to go outside for a little breather. Los Angeles in April is fairly mild, so I did not need a jacket. Only 65 outside, a far change from the 20 and 6" of snow that we had back in Albuquerque. I was wearing a light jacket, more for the damp breeze then the actual cold. Compared to what I had been used to, this was practically a summer heat wave. I went over to the far corner of the backyard, enjoying the cool night air, and looking up at the stars. Not that I could see many through all the light. But they were there. And it kept me from having to actually look at the couple pressed against the wall near the entrance, groping each other in the darkness. Well, at least somebody is getting lucky tonight. I was about to sit at the patio table when I suddenly saw a flare of light a few feet away. I looked, and saw a young girl lighting a cigarette. "Oh, excuse me, I did not see you there" I said. A soft chuckle sounded through the muted sound of the DJ playing in the house. "It's ok. I came out here to get some fresh air. You are more then welcome to join me if you wish." I smiled and took a seat, trying to see exactly who I was talking to. "My name is Mandy" she said. My eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness, and while she was a pretty little thing, I realized that she was far to young for me. I had noticed her hanging out near the DJ off and on throughout the night. Barely 5 feet tall, with probably the longest hair I had ever seen. I had looked at her off and on throughout the night though. She was wearing a black dress which fit nicely on her. While on a normal gal it probably would have reached mid-thigh, it fell below her knees because of her short stature. And the glasses she wore gave her a big-eyed innocent look. She embodied the phrase "Sweet 16 and never been kissed" if I had ever seen it. I introduced myself, and she said "Oh yea, you're Paul's cousin. He told me you were gonna be here this week. What do you think of LA so far?" We then started to talk about my visit, and all the places I had been so far. I had done some of the usual tourist things. Disneyland, Universal Studios, Whiskey-A-Go-Go, Santa Monica, Hollywood, and a few other places. "Yea, The Whiskey is pretty good, if you can stand all the punks and jerks there. I prefer some of the more quiet clubs myself. That one is just to "hip" for my taste." I took a closer look at her after she said that. "How long have you known Paul?" I asked, wondering how old this girl really was. I found it hard to believe that she had been to The Whiskey if she was 16 as I thought she was. She laughed, and replied "Oh, I have known Paul since he was a Sophomore. We dated for a little bit, but he was just to immature for me at the time, so we both kinda moved on. But we are still friends." Well, I knew Paul was 21, so she must be around the same age. I took a closer look, and she again gave that sweet laugh. In addition to her hair and eyes, she had the most stunning smile I had ever seen. "Let me guess... I know exactly what you are thinking." "Oh really? And what do I get if you are wrong?" Another chuckle. "If you are wrong, I will go and bring you another drink. And if I win, you have to go get me a drink. Deal?" "You're on." I said. I figured that if nothing else, I could use another drink. "Well, I bet that you are wondering how old I really am. Right?" All I could do is shake my head. "Yep, you got me there. I have to admit, I find it hard to believe that you are over 21. Tell ya what, how about double or nothing? Let me try to answer something this time." "OK champ, you're on. Tell me, how old am I?" OK, she had said that her and Paul had dated when he was a sophomore. Since that implied she was older, I assume she is 22. "22" I said, with a grin on my face. "Nope, sorry. Wrong again. If ya wanna know, I'm 23." Woah, no way! "Really? You're 23!?! Wow, I could never have guessed even close, if I had not known Paul's age. But I bet you get questioned a lot." "You know it! It is hard for me to get into a new club at first, because they all think my ID is fake. I have often had to show my drivers license, ID card, work ID, and credit cards just to get into a bar or club. Now about that drink..." I knew when I had been beat. I stood up and bowed, saying "Yes my lady, and what shall I get thee, a cup of ale?" "Naw, I think I have had enough beer for the night. How about a wine cooler? Since you are playing fetch boy for me tonight, the least I can do is provide the alcohol. In the fridge in a paper bag is a 4 pack of wine coolers. Feel free to grab yourself one if you like." I bowed, and went to do just that. While I ran the little errand, I started to think that maybe this party might not be so bad after all. And hot damn, she was 23! I took a quick peek into an upper cabinet, and was rewarded with wine glasses. I opened one wine cooler, and poured it into both glasses, putting a second bottle in my jacket pocket, and returning to the backyard. I could see the whiteness of her teeth in the darkness when she saw the wine glasses. I could feel the reaction on my own face (and in another place) when I saw that. "That is a smile I would do anything for" I told myself as I sat down, this time on the patio loveseat next to her chair. "What shall we drink to?" I asked. "Hmmmm, how about new friends?" "Agreed" I said, looking into her eyes as we touched rims and each took a sip. Not a big wine cooler person normally, I have to admit, this did seem to be the right drink for the occasion. And this was much better then most of the "wine soda" that I have had in the past. We quietly talked, and she told me about her and Paul. It seemed that they were each other's first serious relationship. They had dated for about 7 months, until Paul's interest in his Nintendo started to take more precedence then she did. All I could do at that is shake my head. I knew my cousin had a few screws loose, but to give up this girl (no, lady now, no matter how she looks) for a video game was insane. "I guess that after the first few times, he just took it all for granted. So we both went our separate ways. But we became friends again after some time. Is why I knew he was looking forward to your visit." I shook my head and said "Wow, my cousin is a real fool. To choose a game over you? Did you say he was your first?" Mandy nodded. "Well, not really. I had been with a couple of guys before him, but I was his first. But after about 3 months, I guess he thought I was only there for him when he needed some. That got a little tiring, so I decided to move on. Besides, at that time I was a serious smoker, and Paul always had a good stash of grass." I nodded at that comment. "Yea, he still does. I don't use it myself, but he probably has a hit every day or so I think." "Yea, that figures. I am clean 3 years myself" and she knocked on the wooden patio table in front of us. "Wow, that is good. I never got much out of the stuff myself. But I think it is great that you stopped. Now if the two of us can get together, maybe we can get Paul to knock the shit off." "Yea, I wish. I have been trying for years. I gave up trying. But at least all he uses is grass. Will you excuse me for a moment? I have to go use the ladies room." "Of course" I answered, and am proud that I remembered to stand up when she did. The smile she rewarded me with told me that the gesture was appreciated, and she told me she would be right back. I was treated with the sight of her hips swaying, silhouetted by the light coming from the patio door as she walked back into the house. Damn, but this girl has a body! Not being a real big "tit man" myself, her small dimensions there (maybe a B cup) did not disappoint me to much. But her nice hips and tight bottom was a thing of beauty. And the 3" heels she wore added just the right amount of sway to those hips. I topped off our glasses again, killing the last of the two bottles I had brought along. I was just starting to wonder where she was when she came back into view. Her long hair blew slightly to her side as she walked back, and I could see that she had another wine cooler in her hand. "I thought we were about out, so I went ahead and grabbed another one. I hope you do not mind." I stood again as she got closer, saying "Not at all, I had just finished the last bottle refilling our glasses." Mandy smiled, and this time took a seat next to me, instead of in the chair she had been using. I sat down again, and handed her glass back. She took a sip, then turned slightly in her seat to look at me. "I have to admit, is rare to meet a true gentleman nowadays. Do you always act so gallant?" "Only when I am with a pretty girl" I admitted, winning yet another of her laughs. I had to fight to look into her eyes, having a glimpse of her thighs because of the position she was now in. "Thanks, is nice to hear that. So how much longer are you going to be in town?" "Well, I plan on going home on Monday. I do not have to be back at work until Wednesday, so that gives me a full day to rest and take care of things before I have to go back. But I have to admit, am actually kinda sad to see it end now." "Oh? And why is that?" she asked, one eyebrow arching slightly as she pulled out another cigarette. I pulled out my lighter and another smoke for myself, lighting them both before I responded. "Because I finally met somebody here that seems worth knowing, and now I have to leave her." I tried to make that corny line sound as honest as I could, because it was true. Mandy placed her hand free hand on top of mine, and told me she actually felt the same way. "To bad it is Paul that lives here, and not you. Any chance you will be coming back out here?" I told her that my next vacation would be in the summer, and that I would try and make it back here if I could. But because of my work, that was sometimes hard to predict. But I did occasionally spend time on the road, and sometimes even came to LA for an overnight stop. We then spent another half hour or so talking about our jobs, and a few other things. She actually made a pretty good amount of money for being only 23. But I found it amazing that somebody as pretty as her was single. I am sure I could have seen a blush if there was enough light to see by. She seemed to exaggerate a shudder, and I asked if everything was ok, if I had said something wrong. "Oh no, everything is ok. I am just getting a bit chilled here is all." She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms to prove the point. Being the gentleman that I am, I stood and removed my coat, gently pressing her forward on the shoulder so I could wrap it around her. "Oh no, I can't do that. Is not fair if you get cold..." I told her it was , I was used to much colder temperatures then she was here in LA. I won another of those smiles and felt my blood race at it. Damn, but she could charm the gold fillings out of a miser with that smile. I decided to take a chance, and sat back down, placing my arm along the back of the loveseat behind her back. Still smiling, Mandy turned so her back was diagonal to me, and leaned her back against my side, her hand resting on my thigh. Of course I did the natural thing, and moved my arm from the back of the seat to rest across her upper chest, resting on her outside shoulder. "Hmmmmmmm, nice" she said softly, snuggling against me. We continued to softly talk, cuddling like that. I have to admit, I had never felt so comfortable with a lady that I had just met. We were talking like old friends, and sharing things that I rarely shared with others. Mandy shifted slightly, and arched her back, obviously uncomfortable being in that position for so long, so I removed my arm, letting her shift if she wished. She turned her body so her feet were resting up on the seat (shoes on the ground I noticed), and I placed my arm across her back, giving her what support I could. I both expected, and yet was surprised at what happened next. Somehow, we were just kissing. Not a passionate "I want you now" kiss, but a nice tender "I want to do this just because" kiss. I found my other hand reaching across her belly to rest on her waist at the same time her arms went around my neck. We broke and looked into each other's eyes, then moved to kiss again. I slowly lowered her back onto my legs, and I bent over to continue the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as we continued kissing. I let my hand caress gently along her waist. I felt the warmth of her skin under the dress, and gently moved it up and down, just a few inches at a time. Mandy kept one hand behind my neck, the other one running through my hair, caressing the back of my neck, and softly touching the side of my face. I was amazed. Somebody that was a total stranger an hour ago was now kissing me with great skill. Be both began to get caught up in the kiss. As I felt her fingernails scratch along my neck, I started to move my hand up and down more and more. I was now caressing her hip, feeling the swell out from her waist, and could almost feel her pelvic bone through her hip. This girl had no meat to spare on her body, but had just enough to give those curves a fully fleshed feeling. And as I ran my hand slightly higher up her side each time, I could feel her breathing deeper each time. I was gently tracing her ribs against her side when I felt her shift slightly in my lap. Now it was obvious that I was getting a hard-on against her back. But I did not care, and she did not either. She rolled slightly towards me, and I moved from her lips to kissing the side of her neck. Mandy moaned softly, as I kissed back along her jaw line, reaching her ear and gently nibbling on it. Her hands moved down to gently scratch my back, and I continued my kissing and gentle bites. At the same time, I started to caress her side with my thumb. And I resumed my hands slow movement up and down her side, each time moving up slightly higher. I was not thinking as much of trying to cop a feel, as much as giving her a chance to stop me if I went to far. But 10 minutes later, we were still kissing, and my thumb was now gently caressing the side of her soft breast. And her breathing had moved to almost quiet moans. This girl had a VERY sensitive neck! Mandy had moved almost on her side now, her face buried against my belly, and almost kissing me through my shirt. I was moving from her throat back to her neck, then kissing along her shoulder not covered by her dress, then back to her ear again. I slowly moved my hand forward, waiting for her to pull it away. But if anything, she pressed herself tighter against my hand as it cupped her breast. Oh my, but what breasts she had! It fit perfectly into the palm of my hand, and I could feel her nipple, hard through her bra, pressing into the palm of my hand. I moved back to her lips, kissing her deeply as I massaged and caressed her breast. With gentle massaging motions of my fingers, I could feel her moans into my mouth, her nipple seeming to grow even harder against my palm. I slowly moved my hand across her chest, feeling her bra gently with my fingertips. I felt my breath catch as I felt the front clasp of her bra. I pulled the material together in the front, twisting it so that it would come open in my hand. I could feel her take a deeper breath as it came free in my hand. I moved my hand slowly back to her breast, this time under the cup of her bra. I could feel her nipple against my palm now, very large and very hard. It felt so very big for such a small breast, on such a small girl. I could only compare it her own finger. While Mandy had small hands, her nipple felt to be about the same size as the first part of her pinky. Very large around, and very long. I moved my hand down slowly, as our tongues dueled in our mouths. I caressed her areola with my fingertips, tracing a circle around her distended nipple. I could feel the smooth skin around it, and even how it was crinkling up with excitement. I had only felt that when the gal I was with was VERY excited, so I knew that she was enjoying this as much as I was. I continued to caress and play with her nipple, and felt her hand moving to the crotch of my jeans. I was glad now that I had decided to wear loose jeans, because it let her actually get a grip on my cock through the material. I am not sure how long we were like that. It may have been 10 minutes, it may have been 2 hours. Time seemed to both stand still, and race by. I switched hands and breasts, letting my left hand rest under her neck and reach down the front of her dress, starting to caress her other breast as she rolled onto her back, arms going around my neck again. As I moved to kiss her neck again, my hand started to caress her belly, moving slowly downward. I could feel how smooth and flat it was, actually making a small cave as I moved down. I found her navel, and played with it through the fabric of her dress. Mandy moaned softly "I'm not like this, but it feels so good, and so right, I don't want to stop." I whispered softly into her ear that it was unusual for me also, but if she wanted me to stop, I would. "No" was all she said, and started to gently bite my ear at the same time my fingers started to caress her panties through her dress. Mandy's right leg bent up at the knee, pressing it against the back of the loveseat. As she did this, her left leg slid off of the seat as she set it on the ground. This was a silent request, and I wasted no time thinking about it. I kissed her deeper, slid my hand up her thigh, slowly feeling the soft smoothness that spoke of her shaving very recently. I waited for her to protest, ready to stop as soon as she let it be known I had moved up far enough. However, that soft "no" and restraining hand never came, not even when I reached the apex of her thighs and started to caress her through her panties. We shared a low moan, each of us moaning into the mouth of the other. Her panties were silk, and she felt very... humid was the only way I can use to describe it. Hot, wet, and the desire was obvious as her hips rotated back, making her mound even more prominent. It took all the willpower I had not to just dig in and touch her everywhere. It had been a long time since I had been this intimate with anybody. And while I wanted to do nothing more then toss her onto the grass behind us and fuck her silly, I also felt a kind of special attachment already. I knew even more as I gently slid my hand up to the top of her panties, and slipped it down under them. I moaned deeply as she did, sucking on each other's tongue as I slipped my fingers through her pubic hair. A small neat patch it felt like. I slowly caressed downwards, until I felt the very top of her cleft. Mandy was not a silent passive partner either. One hand continued to caress the back of my head, occasionally pulling gently on my hair, almost in silent approval to something I did at the moment. Her other hand was held in front of us, caressing my bare chest after she opened a button on my shirt and reached inside. Her small soft hand felt wonderful, caressing my chest and playing with the hair covering it. She even played with and teased my nipples. I never really had a lover do that to me before, and it was heavenly. Now I have an idea why women enjoy it so much. I found my attention returning to my fingers, as I could feel how wet she was for the first time without her panties in the way. Those silken panties hid a pussy that was fully deserving of the soft fineness that covered it. In my mind, I could visualize the gentle compact lips I was caressing. The bulge of her clitoral hood made it obvious that she was very excited. And her labia were swollen, and covered with the wetness that had to have been leaking out of her. Mandy pulled her lips away from mine and gasped deeply as I let my middle finger slowly slide between her lips, and felt her heat and softness. Slowly I slid the tip of my middle finger slowly up and down her slick slit, feeling her labia press against the sides of my fingers. Back and forth I caressed her, both in a rush to get inside, yet also wanting to prolong this moment forever. I slid all the way down until I reached her vagina, gently pressing against her opening. Very careful not to slide inside, I could feel how small she was. I had never felt such a compact and tight pussy before. I took my slick finger and trailed it up, covering her clit with wetness as I coaxed it out from under the hood. Hard and erect, it was almost like a third nipple. I felt her shudder as I gently caressed her clit. Mandy's breathing got deeper, and I let my lips slide back to her neck. My other hand moved back to her other breast, feeling how hard her nipples were. While her breasts were not big, I could picture them in my mouth. And her hips started to make a back and forth movements, almost fucking my fingers back. I wanted her like nobody else I could ever remember. She seemed to feel the same way, unbuttoning my shirt up to my collar and pulling it aside, gently biting and kissing my shoulder. She actually whimpered when I pulled my hand from her panties. But she was more then willing to help once she felt my hand grasping the side and trying to pull them off. Her bottom lifted up from the seat, and I slid them down her legs. Mandy lifted her right leg and I slipped it out, then let them drop down to her ankle on her left leg. My fingers returned to her pussy, this time pressing harder against her entrance. I felt her shiver as I slowly slipped into her body. She was even tighter then I imagined. I wondered if this was because of either sexual inexperience, or simply a reflection of her small physical stature. But I did not care, as I slid my middle finger into her as far as I could. In and out, in and out, in and out. She felt SO good. I felt her lips on my earlobe, her teeth gently digging in. "Do you have a place we can go?" she whispered softly into my ear. "No" I replied. "I am staying with my cousin for the weekend. How about you?" "Damm. I have my own apartment, but I came here with a friend. So until she is ready to go, I have no way home. Ohhhhh, yesssssssssssss!" The last came as a low moan as I slid my ring finger into her alongside my middle finger. I do not know if it was by reflex, or her own desire that I felt her contract around my fingers. I continued to slide them in and out, as her tongue slid into my ear. "I want you" I softly said, pulling back so I could look into her eyes. The soft light was reflecting from her glasses, but I could still see her eyes through them. Damm, but I wanted her, and badly! I felt her hand pull down my zipper, and gasp as she reached inside to grasp me. "Oh boy" I remember thinking. If anything that I am cursed with, an oversized member is not one of them. While in High School, I was often teased for being slightly underdeveloped in that area. In fact, during the breakup with my last steady girlfriend, she made several references to my "pencil dick", much to my shame and discomfort. Strange that she had never commented when we had been engaged in lovemaking, only when our relationship was in it's final heartbreaking death moments. What I did not expect was her to gasp "Ohhhhhh. Oh I have to have you inside me. This is so perfect!" Perfect? Barely 6" long, and about as big around as a quarter. Hardly the big thick members that are seen in porn movies or in magazines. But feeling her hand inside, squeezing me and gently tugging up and down, I did not care. She thought it was perfect, while I knew that real perfection was where my fingers were at the moment, caressing her soft tender inner skin. I wanted her more then ever now. I started to run through my head where we might go. There were bedrooms in the house. But I did not know these people, and the idea of making love on a strange bed where anybody might walk in did not appeal to me. I did not know this area, so walking or taking a taxi to a motel were out also. I looked at the patio table where our cigarette packages and wine glasses were sitting, and I knew what I needed to do, and where. I broke away, and gently pulled my fingers out from inside of her. Mandy moaned, obviously not wanting me to stop yet. I helped her sit up, then pulled her to her feet. Mandy tried to protest weakly, but stopped when I gently coaxed her the foot and a half to the table and bent her over it. With her chest lying on the top, I pulled out my wallet and opened the secret compartment where I kept my little packet of protection. "It's almost a year old" I remember thinking to myself. "I hope it's still good." I dropped the wallet on the table, and when she asked me what I was doing, I whispered "I'm getting a condom, is that ok?" "Yesssssss" she moaned, reaching back and pulling the hem of her skirt up, and over her bottom. As I rolled it on, I watched her reach back, pulling her cheeks apart and squeezing. Fully covered, I pumped myself a few times to ensure I was still hard, and pressed myself up against her. I felt my cock press against her slit, and slide forward. It rubbed against her clit then poked a bit more before stopping. Moaning, I pulled back some more, pressing forward to the same result. "Oh shit" I thought. "She must think I'm a real loser now." A third attempt, and I felt embarrassment as this time I slipped upwards, pressing between her tight ass cheeks. I felt hot with shame, knowing that she was going to laugh at me and leave because of my total inability to get it inside. A forth try, and this time I slipped forward again, pressing against her clit and parting her lips gently before I slipped out again. "Dammit!" Mandy swore, and I knew it was over. But I felt her hand leave her bottom and reach down in front between her legs, grasping me in her hand and pressing me up. "Damm, don't tease me like this!" she said. "I want you in me, and in me now! No more teasing!" Either her passion did not let her see what was the real cause for my failure to enter, or she was covering my embarrassment, I did not care. I grasped her hips in my hands as her delicate hand pressed me against her opening, and opening her labia, walked me inside. I felt her fingers slide along my cock, pausing to grip it and push it deeper into her body. She would then slide them further up my shaft, repeating the motion again and again until I was fully inside of her. She was so tight, so wet. I do not think I have felt such a constriction inside of a woman since I lost my virginity along with my first girlfriend when we were both 16. "Ohhh, go slowly" Mandy moaned, bowing her back and pushing her bottom tighter against my hips. I slid my hands down to her hips, grasping them as I saw her pull her hand out from under her and crossing them in front of her, resting her head on them. I slowly started to slide in and out of her body, grateful for the condom that I was wearing. I was certain that without it I would not last long at all. Even with it on, I knew I would not last anywhere near as long as I wanted to. Between the foreplay we had enjoyed and the exquisite tightness I would be lucky to wait 5 minutes. I could tell that the tight gathering of the waist of her dress would not allow me to slide my hands up her back, so I reached up and caressed her back through the fabric. Mandy arched her back even more, increasing the pressure of her bottom against me, and letting me enjoy the feeling of her back. I moved my hands to her sides, and could feel the swell of the sides of her breasts. I continued to slide in and out, hearing her soft moans and gasps on each stroke. Wanting to make it last as long as I could, I tried to turn my mind to other things. Baseball, work, even the traffic I had to fight on the way to work. I noticed Mandy putting the side of her thumb into her mouth and biting on it. Obviously she was enjoying this as well. The discomfort she had when I first entered appeared to give way to pleasure. Her hips also started to rock with me, making it feel like I was sliding in even deeper. I moved my hands under her chest, and Mandy lifted up a bit so I could slide under easier. I grasped one of her breasts in each hand, gently massaging in time with my thrusts. I was making slow deep thrusts in and out now, trying even harder to keep my mind clear of what we were doing. I knew if I thought to much of the pleasure radiating up from my cock being buried in her tight cavity, I would loose all control. In and out, in and out, in and out. I tried to think of nothing but giving her as much pleasure as I could. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint this fabulous lady by cumming to soon. But it seemed to be a loosing battle. And Mandy was not helping between her thrusting her hips back and forth against me, and her soft moans and groans. I moved my hands back to her hips and pushed all the way in, holding myself inside as I tried to regain my composure. But Mandy pressed back against me, moaning "Dammit, don't stop now." "But I'm so close" I whispered, fingers caressing her hips as I pressed back. "I don't want to cum yet." "Don't worry about that, just keep going. I want to feel you cumming inside of me." While I knew that the condom would prevent her from actually feeling me cum, I knew that the throbbing would be unmistakable. And never wanting to let a lady down, I resumed my thrusting. I started again with the long deep thrusts, speeding up as I let my mental barriers down. I felt my balls tighten up, and knew that I was going to totally loose it very soon. "Ohhhh, oh Mandy, I'm gonna cum" I hoarsely whispered. "Yesssssss, do it!" she moaned back, and I then felt the burning rush start in my groin and shoot like a bolt of lightning up to my brain, then back to my cock. I could feel myself throb inside of her as I started to spurt into the condom. Mandy moaned also, obviously feeling the throbbing and squeezing me even tighter in return. I collapsed down against her back, gasping for breath and kissing the back of her neck. We both were muttering affection for each other, and how good it had felt. And while I had achieved the most pleasurable climax of my life, I knew that she had not achieved hers yet. I gently pulled myself out and reached down to my ankles, pulling my pants back up. I pulled the condom off and slipped my wet and wilting cock back into my shorts before I zipped back up. Looking around, I opened the empty pack of cigarettes and dropped the rubber inside. I held Mandy gently by the waist and pulled her back into the chair with me, sitting her in my lap as I gave her a long and deep kiss, trying to fill it with as much passion as I could. Finally we broke for air, and I apologized for not lasting longer. "Shhhhhh" she said, placing her delicate fingers on my lips. I looked into those deep dark eyes as she softly said "I did not expect you to last even that long. It had obviously been a long time for you also, and am just glad that I was the one that was with you. I do not expect to cum every time, and even without an orgasm, it still felt very good." As she talked, I was sliding one hand up under her dress, and the last word was said with a gasp at the end as my fingers found her wetness again. I could feel that her labia were still slightly parted, obviously because of our mutual exertions. "Mandy, while I was not able to hold off any longer, there is nothing preventing me from repaying you, and giving you an equal share of pleasure." I kissed her then, and she returned the kiss with equal passion. Her arms went back around my neck, as I slid my middle and ring fingers back into her body, once again feeling her honeyed walls surrounding my fingers. My thumb searched out her clit and started to caress it as she broke from the kiss, burying her face in my neck as I slipped them in and out, my thumb pressing a little harder and manipulating her in a manner that I was sure would bring her as much pleasure as she had given me. I looked around briefly, trying to make sure that nobody had seen us in this dark corner of the yard. I spied her panties lying on the ground near where she had been bent over the table. I ran that through my head again as my free hand reached down her front again, playing with a hard nipple as I continued to slide my fingers in and out. After a few minutes, I could feel the contractions start, erratic at first, then growing faster and stronger. This combined with her breathing told me she was close. I kept going, kissing along the side of her face, seeking out her lips. Mandy's hands suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me in for a long deep kiss as she started to shiver against me. Her thighs moved together quickly, clamping against my hand as she lifted her knees, trapping my hand both between her thighs, and against her belly. Again and again she convulsed, bucking in my lap as she rode that long wave of pleasure. After what felt like over a full minute, she gasped and broke the kiss, her legs slowly lowering as her hand reached down, grabbing my wrist and whispering "no more!" Remembering from past experience how sore my lovers said a good orgasm can make them, I simply held my hand still, feeling the fluttering and squeezing slow down and lessen. Finally I gently pulled my fingers out, and we shared another long deep kiss. We spent another 20 minutes cuddled and caressing each other. We murmured the normal endearments that you give to a wonderful lover. I discovered that I was the first man she had been with like this in almost 3 years. And she was the first woman for in just over a year for me. We both agreed that it was sad that we lived so far apart. But my business sometimes took me here to LA, and I would also be sure to keep in better contact with my cousin. So even if we never actually became a "couple", we might enjoy some more time together. "Of course, I do not actually leave until Sunday. That gives us another day and a half together if you wish" I said, trying to keep from sounding to desperate. But she smiled at me again (and I felt my heart and other parts of my body react to that smile). "I would love to. Paul has my number, or I can call him tomorrow if that would be better." "If I don't hear from you by noon, I'll call you" I said, then gave her another soft kiss. "It's a deal." Mandy said, closing her bra and her top as I picked up her panties and handed them to her. She held onto one of my arms as she stepped into them, and I got a last glimpse of her heavenly treasures before she smoothed out her dress, and we returned to the party. I wondered what the rest of the weekend would bring us.

Glimpses. A Lesbian Seduction. A story by Lara Nickles. [email protected] Part 3 of the Glimpses series. Copyright 1999 All rights reserved. May not be posted at pay sites. Limited permission is granted for downloading and archiving for personal use only. This title header must remain intact. Warning. This story contains depictions of sex. Read no further and remove this document now if you are not of legal age in your area or of this document infringes any local laws or customs. This document is intended as personal adult entertainment only. There is no other purpose, implied or otherwise. The characters portayed here are entirely fictional and their interactions the product of the author. Comments or problems : [email protected] ===================================================== Glimpses. A Lesbian Seduction. A story by Lara Nickles. Sitting in the lounge, lights low. A few wines between us and I'm beginning to think well maybe, just maybe, this is the night for me and Kay. I know she's not a dyke, not yet, which kind of makes this an even bigger deal. All the same, for weeks now I've sent the signals and she hasn't run a mile. If anything she's relaxed. She smokes a cigarette, stubs it out, in a while lights another for herself and one for me, the filter wet with her saliva. Our conversation gets mellow and easy and sexy. She is sexy. She turns me on. My body is tight and flushed, and I sigh whenever I imagine that frightening moment when I must ask her if she will stay the night with me. But then we are interrupted. Kay sits up straight, the mood retreating. I go and look along the hall. In the dim light I see Marcel and Damien and David. And someone else. Damien strides down filling the room with his noise, past me and Kay, into the kitchen. He comes back with a bottle of wine. I ask who she is, the woman in the hallway. He says, 'Fuck knows.' I watch them, trying to figure whether I can rescue the evening with Kay. Damien joins the others, all of them almost too drunk to stand up. The woman's drunk too. The light goes on in Marcel's room and I can see her better. Fuck. Fifty? Short, plump, hair cut hard and ragged, dyed ink-black. The black skirt is so tight her middle age stomach bulges under fat shapeless boobs. Her stupid giggle rattles through the house. In the bedroom she squeals. Damien's standing at the door not paying any attention to me. I go down and Marcel is spinning the woman around on her toes like a grotesque music-box angel, pinching her bottom and breasts as she goes. She grins a hugely excited eastern-european grin, oblivious to how ridiculous she looks. I guess she doesn't care. Somehow she thinks she's got lucky with three young shit-heads to fuck her senseless. She's got no idea of what she's in for. I've seen these guys when they're like this. Psychotic. I stay away from them. Damien pushes past me and into the bedroom and I throw him a scowl. With all the sarcasm I can muster I tell him to have fun. He smiles with raised innocent eyebrows and gives the air a big long lick and says he'd rather be watching us two, meaning me and Kay. I don't have to turn around to know Kay is down there watching this. I tell him, 'You're a bastard.' He blows me a kiss and quietly shuts the door in my face. Kay is by the couch. Her body language says it all. She doesn't really need to say, 'Hey. It's time I was getting home.' That's ok. I see her out, the two of us ignoring the obscene noises coming through Marcel's door. I apologise to her, the least I can do. She shrugs and to be most optimistic I'm sure I detect an element of regret. The night would have been a loss anyway. I'm tidying up everyone's mess in the lounge when Jodie arrives through the front door. She is supposed to be away for the weekend. Something tells me to mind my own business. She goes through to the bathroom, slams the door, comes out and goes to her bedroom and slams that door too. She's out of there in ten seconds, goes to Marcel's door and nearly breaks it down. She screams at him, 'Marcel! If you don't shut the fuck up in there I'll kill you.' She glares at the door, and then at me, blinking as if she's just seen me for the first time tonight. She disappears back into her bedroom and this is the last I see of any of them. So, had I really hoped for a whole night alone with Kay? Oh well. I brush out my hair, tie it up in a pony-tail, change into a singlet for bed. Jodie's room is deathly quiet. I can hear soft deriding laughter, one of the boys, coming from Marcel's room. My own bedroom is relatively peaceful. I lay on the bed stroking my pubes feeling let down. Too horny to read. Too tired to do anything about it. I would say I'm surprised to hear from Kay the next afternoon, so soon after the disaster. She says there's a Tati festival on at the Factory. Will I go with her? Maybe a coffee afterwards. It will be nice to get out of the house. Jodie's moping in the lounge ready to burst into sobbing for no apparent reason. And then she's gone, to her room I suppose. I go out food shopping and when I return Marcel's on the couch where Jodie's been all day. He has a video playing. Takes me a moment to work out what's going on. It's them, last night, with the tart. I don't look long enough or hard enough to see whose arse it is going up and down between her legs. I tell him it's disgusting and he says, 'Yeah.' Later Marcel's gone out and Jodie still hasn't surfaced and curiosity kills me and passing the couch anyway I flick the play button and the tape's still there. Just like Marcel. From the odd shape of the picture he's had the camera under a coat or something, on his table, looking straight up the bed. The scene is one of subdued excess. The tart's laying on her front, not really moving, legs spread out behind. David is half-heartedly fucking her. He climbs off and shakes his head and Marcel takes over, doing his best to get a semi-hard cock into her. David watches for a while. Marcel is a bit more energetic and makes her groan a protest, but in a moment he too seems bored and gets off. David gets on again. I am affected by the dullness of it all. Except I rewind a little to be sure. And yes I can see to the left part of Damiens's leg. From the glimpses of his hand and cock it's clear he's sitting in a chair masturbating. As the guys get on and off the tart I see she's watching Damien with an almost maternal pride. From woman to woman I'd have to say she wants him. Or perhaps she's had him already and he's the only one who's made her come. There's just that kind of dreamy wistfulness in her eyes. Nothing that's going on behind her matters, only her Damien rolling his foreskin up and down as though he's doing it for her. Soon he stands and watches David fuck his tart. He comes around, obscures the camera briefly, leans over the back of David. Without warning I'm watching what almost becomes a fight. David pushes him hard and Damien retreats out of sight. While this is going on, thinking no one can see her, the tart gently massages herself from underneath. Now she's looking the other way, I guess watching her beautiful Damien. I don't think she even knows who gets on her again. Decisions, decisions. I decide on tight jeans and sandals, a black top, bare midriff showing my belly button. Discreet earrings and a hint of makeup. Not too lez, not too straight. To soften the image I leave my hair out. Kay is very femme. I'm sure she'll like this. In the darkness of the cinema our arms meet and touch. She doesn't pull away. She turns her hand palm upward and I complement it with my own, fingers meshed. Later she needs her hand to open a mint. This is the anxious moment. Will she return to the touch? I wait and wait and wait. She throws the wrapper under the seat, closes the bag, tucks it away. And then there it is. Her arm is pressed against mine once more. I take her hand. She squeezes my fingers and we mesh. It seems that just as Ms. Hulot negotiates the perils of the modern world, we two negotiate the perils of a lesbian seduction. And that beautiful squeeze she gave me will go down in my diaries as one of the great erotic moments of my life. That squeeze said it all. I want you. Take my panties off. Kiss me till I come. At least I think that's what it said. Outside the cinema there's nothing more to say. We stand close watching the crowd dispel into the night. I glance up at her. She is very beautiful tonight, flushed and yet sure of herself. I ask if she's coming over for a coffee. She says, 'Are they home?' Meaning the idiot boys. Unfortunately I must nod. 'What about your place? We could have coffee there?' She says her cousin's staying with her. I suggest we could have coffee alone in my room. 'I'm never disturbed there. It's like my own little world.' She purses her lips apologetically. She goes home. I go home and climb into bed aroused yet numb. I curl into a ball and whisper goodnight to my pillow. Marcel has gone out and Jodie's still sulking in her room. I call Kay and sit in the bright morning sunshine. We talk for an hour. I invite her over, but she's doing something. I find Jodie watching television eating breakfast. Or is it lunch. Her hair's a mess. Hasn't been out of her room since yesterday afternoon. She's wearing just a floppy singlet and panties. Her left breast is exposed through the arm hole down to the brown pointed nipple. Her slit is perfectly outlined in her panties. I could tell her she shouldn't dress like this, not around here with the boys likely to turn up at any moment. She wouldn't care though. I came home once and found her watching Oprah, spread-eagle, absently stroking her clit with the tip of a pencil. I was the one who was embarrassed. I sit with her, amused that the sight of her naked breast does not in any way interest me. I pat her thigh. 'You can tell me anything. Whatever it is that's worrying you.' She throws herself out of the couch dramatically. To complete the theatre she cries, 'For fuck's sake. If you must know. I think I'm a fucking dyke.' Actually, her tight bottom ripples quite nicely when she makes an angry stomp. The boom of her door echoes down the hall. I don't see her again till dinner time. I find Marcel's tape on top of the cabinet, slip it in the player. Just wondering. It seems much later in the night now. Damien is on the bed alone with the tart. She's curled into a plump ball leaning over his hairless stomach. She holds his limp cock like a hot saveloy, kissing the glans. I need to sit down. I turn the sound up a bit. Someone's snoring, Marcel or David. I assume they're on the floor. Damien smokes a cigarette blowing lazy plumes into the air, ignoring the tart and his cock. The tart revels. She is fascinated. She rolls the foreskin, chews it, stretches it with her lips, rolls it down, savours the knob against her tongue. She kisses the slack glans with genuine tenderness, slaps it playfully against her cheeks and outstretched tongue, blows kisses and air. She holds his sack, feels the loose balls inside, pinches the skin, teases the hairs. Damien lights another cigarette. He contemplates her and yet doesn't seem to notice the extraordinary loving she gives his cock, or that she is becoming excited. She is restless. Her whole body seems to swell with a sensual voluptuousness. Damien is behind her, so only the camera sees how now and then she strokes and squeezes a breast, a nipple. She pinches the protruding lips of her pussy, massages them, pushes a finger deep underneath her belly and hair. After some time she says something to Damien too low to hear. Damien nods and stubs out his smoke. The tart rolls over facing him, brings her pussy around nearer his head. She lifts a leg up and back, resumes kissing his knob. Damien seems more interested now. I can see his hand working behind her fluffy brown hair. He is opening her, touching the lips, exploring, fingering. She responds with a shudder, head drooped in surrender, lips parted. She reaches over her belly, her nipples hard and long now. She masturbates while he feels her inside. Damien's cock lengthens, begins to stand up between his legs. She pulls it over, swallows it to his balls in a single glide. Unfortunately here the tape ends. Ok, that's it. I give up. I hurry to my room, get naked, throw myself on the bed. I spread my legs, hook them back under my arms, pussy stretched. This is good. I relax the muscles and watch and feel the lips fold open, my hole loosening into a perfect O. This is good too. Fantasies cascade through my mind one after the other. Damien lowers his endless cock into my gaping pussy. Jodie whimpers while an unknown third person forces her mouth down on my cunt. My ex-lover smacks my pussy and arse with a riding crop, fucks me with the handle. I am wet and unbearably aroused by three days of frustration over Kay, by Damien and the tart, by just being alone for so long. Playtime is over. My whole body tells me it's time to come. Not that I could stop right now anyway. My favourite way, one lip pulled tight, two wet fingers scissoring my clit. Delicious friction spreading a warmth becoming urgent. I start to come, hook a finger inside, pull hard. I vibrate my clit, scratch it with a fingernail just like my first ever lover taught me. Hovering. Stroking. Squeezing away the waves of pleasure. This is what it's all about. These six tiny seconds of orgasmic eternity. And before long I'm going to do this to Kay. I read the newspaper, my body still tingling and refreshed, ignoring Jodie at the table by the window in the late afternoon sun. I can't help wondering if she will ever get dressed again. She's curled into a ball on the chair, head bowed, hair hanging limply as she picks at her fingers. Out of nowhere she asks, 'What's it like being a lesbian.' I have several pointed answers for her. Instead I say, 'Jodie. You are not a lesbian.' She pulls a face. After a while she says on Friday night her friend Kelly kissed her. 'That doesn't make you a lesbian.' She says, 'But after, I wanted her to do it again. I enjoyed it.' Oh boy. 'Still doesn't make you a lesbian. You're curious. That's all.' She gives me a stare across the room. I wish she would go away again. In the kitchen making toast I daydream it's Kay here helping prepare a post-coital feast for our room. Jodie leans against the door jamb. She says softly, forcefully, 'I never come with a guy. When she kissed me, I nearly did it. You've got no idea how it made me feel.' Maybe I have. I ask, 'Do you come on your own ok?' She says with credulously zeal, 'Never have any problem.' I tell her, 'Then you're just not trying hard enough. With guys, I mean.' She sighs. I force her a sympathetic smile. Her nipples are so hard her singlet stands out like a circus tent. I don't know what she's thinking about in that pretty head of hers, or what she's playing at. Fuck. I just want to eat my toast in peace and think about Kay. I make my way past and she says, 'But you haven't answered my question. What's it like?' I think about this. I recall my first time. In a motel room, drunk, with a woman whose face I can hardly remember, a woman whose infinite variety of sensual delight are forever imprinted on my psyche. We did that one night everything it is possible for two women to do. Absolutely everything. My tongue ached for days. We fucked, showered, fucked, showered, and then fucked some more. I tell Jodie with all honesty, 'There is nothing like it in the whole world.' We are interrupted by a tapping at the front door. I want it so much to be Kay. My heart pounds. I dash to my room, set down the tea and toast, straighten myself. But it's the tart, not looking so much a tart, slacks and conservative blouse, hair tidy. She is very short and squat. She says, 'Damien?' Her accent is heavy, pronounces his name Dam-yen, softly, sentimentally. I tell her he doesn't live here. She says, 'No, no, no. He ask me meet him here. Now.' She is nervous. She shouldn't be here. I point her down to the lounge to wait and leave her and close the door to my room. This is an odd thing. Am I just a little jealous? Obviously she and Damien have been in contact, and he wants to see her. He could have just about any girl he wanted, but I don't need to wonder what it is this woman can offer him. I do wonder if I couldn't do the same. I could suck his cock like she did, if I really wanted. I could lay like that, let him finger me, kiss me, make me feel nice. And his reward would be a tight moist pussy for us both to enjoy, not some yawning cunt as hairy as an ancient yak. I nibble at my toast. Other things become clear. Jodie. I can see what has happened. On Friday night it was she who kissed her friend. Not the other way round as she tells it. The friend didn't like it, rejected her, and Jodie has spent the last days upset, angry and confused. And so is she flirting with me now? Most of the time she parades herself half naked in front of me. She often comes into the bathroom when I shower. I shudder when I think about it. I don't like her in that way. I don't want her to like me. After nearly an hour when I go down the tart is still there, waiting. No Damien. She asks if she can use the phone, dials a number, lets it ring out and dials again. She has hardly sat down when she's up at the phone again. This time someone answers and she slams down the receiver. She is clearly pale, trembling. She says, 'Tell Damien I cannot wait.' I hear the real fear in her voice. She makes an apology and hurries away to the front door and is gone. This is getting weird. A little later when I think of it I press the redial button. A gruff foreign man answers. Nearly lunch hour before I am alone in my part of the office. I call Kay, tummy fluttering. I listen to her beautiful voice, caress her with mine. I ask when we can get together, for a coffee or something, at my place. She's not sure about it. We make a tentative date for next Friday night. She'll come over, maybe a movie, take it from there. Fuck. That's five whole days away. I have to take it because I can't leave it. I go to the restroom, slip my panties out from under my skirt, put them in my bag. I call Kay figuring to somehow get the conversation sexy and tell her I'm not wearing panties, but she's gone out. In the tram home I sit opposite a beautiful girl of about twenty-three. I fantasise unbuttoning her blouse, releasing her small pointed breasts, mouthing her nipples until she hums. I can hear her soft moans. I cross a thigh, squeeze rhythmically. The weather has turned exceptionally warm, the nights hot and uncomfortable in my room. I wish I could sleep. So many hours to think of my darling Kay, the ways I could please her. Too many hours. For the fourth time in a night I switch on the bed lamp, get my sexy book, masturbate but don't come. I am determined that my next climax will be with Kay, however long that takes. And I vow the next day not to have sexy thoughts, but in the morning I dress and anyway at the last moment leave my panties off. Thursday night Marcel is home, Damien with him. There's a girl sitting primly with knees pressed together. Seems to be a friend of Damien's. She throws him adoring glances. Eighteen, just perhaps. Blonde. Freckles. Breasts like puppy dog's noses. So skinny she'll need to loosen her belt to get all of him into her peach-fluff pussy. Marcel's packing a bag and I ask what they are doing. He tells me they're camping for the weekend. Going over to Damien's tonight. Leaving for the coast straight after last lecture tomorrow, Friday. Externally I am as cool with him as ever. Inside I am leaping. I'll need to ring Kay early in the morning. He says to me, 'Wanna come with us? You look like you could do with some fun.' I wouldn't go with any of them - except Damien maybe - anywhere. But he's right. I do need some fun. Badly. Once they're gone, Jodie turns up out of her room, seemingly to see what I'm up to. At least she's wearing clothes. I ask what she's doing tomorrow night and she says nothing, why? I tell her that Kay's coming over - not actually having asked her yet. I look Jodie in the eye. 'Get the picture?' Jodie shrugs, ambles superciliously toward the kitchen. She says ungraciously she'll stay out of our way. She stops and turns. 'Anyway. I've got a new friend.' I'm too bored and distracted to follow up with the required query. So she says in a light prancing voice, 'It hums, never goes soft, and you don't have to say thank-you afterward. Perfect really.' I mutter to myself, 'I thought you were a dyke.' Or something irrelevant like that. She hears and levels me coolly. 'Oh, two can play just as well.' A lot of running around to do, getting stuff ready. An outfit for work tomorrow, that's easy if not boring and I burn a finger on the iron thinking of other things. An outfit for tomorrow evening requires a bit more thought. Finally a black dress, short, simple, sexy. In my bottom drawer I have been saving a pale blue g-string and bra ensemble for a special occasion. This is it. Pantyhose too, just to give her something extra to take off. I love being undressed. And she too is going to love this. I pass the phone and without thinking pick it up and dial Kay's number. A long time ringing. A sleepy woman answers, Kay's cousin. Kay comes on and I say almost in a whisper, 'Still okay for tomorrow night. Just us.' She thinks about it and says through a yawn that's still all right with her. I tell her, 'In fact, I'm alone tonight. I don't suppose' She says, 'Shit. It's eleven thirty.' Never mind. I put the iron away, hang my clothes, tidy up. Jodie strolls through the kitchen, out to the bathroom. She's wearing only a pair of old white panties. Actually, she seems to float about six inches off the ground, in her eyes a weird kind of look, lost and beatific. Her heavy breasts swing as she goes, the nipples smooth but dark and rampant. She comes back and stands watching me, rubbing her belly in slow circles, up under her breasts. She pushes one, making it swell out over her hand. It makes me tingle between the legs to think of Kay doing this. I'm ready for bed, alone. She follows and hesitates at her door, waiting for something. It obvious what she's been doing. I ask her, 'How was it?' She rolls her eyes, searching for the words. 'Six times already.' She smiles. 'I wouldn't mind six more.' I ignore her and say, 'Goodnight' I lay sprawled on my bed staring up at the shadowy depths of the ceiling, one hand behind my head. I pull my pussy lips and concentrate on Kay, rehearsing the evening. The going out, the coming home, a glass of wine, The Kiss, the invitation to stay. I stroke my clitoris. I feel guilty when I wonder what she's like down there. Is it proper, even for a lesbian, to think about such things? And yet I do, secretly. I hadn't even considered such issues till once I had a woman in my bed and her clitoris was large. Not so much to look at, but when between my lips it felt like an acorn. When she was really aroused she'd pull back the skin. Her clit was complete with shaft and helmet, and pressing with her fingers she could make it stand up erect. If I moistened my lips and held them lightly together and pushed, her clitoris would penetrate. That made her moan. And when she moaned I moaned. When she came she liked me to bite the whole area, roll it between my teeth. My next lover slapped me on the top of the head for biting her clit just as she was coming. Easy does it. The clock shows a quarter after midnight. Maybe a whole twenty-four hours before Kay is here in my bed. That's tomorrow and right now my fingers are doing delicious things. I've promised myself yet again not to come without Kay, but as if. I won't stop now, not once I flick my nipples and grind my clit. I close my eyes and pant softly. Although nothing very fancy tonight, just a little rapid fingering, very soon my orgasm creeps, hesitates, finally takes me by surprise with its power and shuddering brevity. I know I've cried out. It drains me, leaves me luxuriating in a wonderful lethargy, like a rush. I reach over to switch off the lamp and my whole body feels like lead. That should keep me going for a while. Kay's soft rapping at the front door chills me as if with dread. I feel as though nothing is ready, I am not ready. I can be stupid sometimes. She's early and I leave her in the lounge while I finish my hair. I hear her chatting politely with Jodie, and somehow I don't like this. I hurry to finish and go and join them. Jodie is all dressed up, her black bag in the hall. She says, 'I'm staying over at Helen's. I won't be here when you get back.' I sense the point in her tone, meant just for me. Kay stands aside waiting to go. She doesn't see Jodie look her up and down critically. Jodie doesn't think much of her. Who cares. We go to a secluded bar. Drink and talk, relaxing a bit, getting to know one another again after the long week. She wants dinner at a quiet restaurant she goes to, and that's fine with me, but I am not hungry. She has a good meal while I pick at a calamari. We pass an Irish pub, go in, find a table. It's nine-thirty and the evening seems to drag. A few drinks, great music, a few crazy dances, and suddenly it's eleven-thirty. We dance together. No one notices because everyone is dancing with everyone anyway. The girl singing with a voice distant and plaintive is small and slender, red hair billowing, face grossly freckled. Now and then she watches me and Kay. She knows. I think she also knows I fancy her. Anonymous in the crowd, Kay and I hold one another in a casual embrace. The redhead smiles, sings to us. I smile back at her over Kay's shoulder. She blows what may have been a kiss and my nipples harden. I let Kay feel them against her. She whispers to me, 'I need another drink.' She stands at our table, drains her beer and says, 'Can we go?' Nothing has been said, just a silent communication between us that everything so far is just fine. Kay's had a few beers, but a wine would be good. We're in no hurry. She's not going anywhere and I'm not going anywhere. Take our time. Make it good. Kay goes to the bathroom and I fetch out the wine and glasses. I check my room, everything perfect. I stop at Jodie's open door, her room dark and quiet and blissfully empty. Now I can really relax. I go down and Kay's leaned back in a corner of the couch. She smiles as though to say, 'Well? What's next?' This is not the time to sit and chat about the weather. I kiss her. I lead her by the fingertips to my room. She follows without resistance, her boots making a slow marching rhythm on the bare boards. I light a candle and she sits on my bed. Her hair is tangled already, cheeks puffy and pale in the candlelight. Her eyes glimmer pensively. She has surprised herself, shocked herself, and come away from the experience tingling, wanting more. She's enjoyed our kissing on the couch, the fumbling of hands on clothed bodies, and with this threshold crossed the time for coyness is over. This is where it all really begins. I stand before her and smile. I whisper, 'Undress me.' She performs the task as though a ritual. Behind she unzips my skirt, peels it from my shoulders. She politely steadies me while I step out of it. She folds it, places it neatly on the chair by the window. A hesitation. The panty-hose next. My gold chain. She takes my wrist, removes my watch, puts it on the desk with elaborate care. From again behind she reaches around under my arms, lifts the bra carefully up over my breasts, cups them in her hands, brushes the nipples just to see she is making them hard. I hear her soft breathing, then once more the ritual begins. She unfastens the bra and hangs it on my dress. She thumbs my g-string down but resists touching me, instead kneels, unbuckles my sandals, slips them from my feet. It is an odd thing that I notice a car go past on the street outside my window. And voices growing louder, shoes clicking on the pavement drawing near, going past, becoming faint again. They must have gone by within feet of where I am standing naked, my lover-to-be fussing over me. I wonder how many times I have past a curtained window, inside being played out the various acts of a life's innocent perversions. She seems shy. She has started undressing and I help her. She leaves her panties for me, facing away, arms crossed over her breasts. I put her panties on the pile of clothes she has made on top of mine. She has a beautiful bottom, in fact a very womanly figure in an almost old-fashioned way, if there is such a thing; robust, sculpted, deeply and generously curved. I don't know what I was expecting, if anything. The shape and fullness of her delights me. We take a position on the bed much as we were on the couch, she stretched out, I along side her, a thigh resting over hers. Of course now the position is far more intimate. We do more than kiss and hold. My pubic mound is pressed against her thigh, our naked breasts warm and smooth together. As we kiss I bring my knee up and gently massage her. The light bristling of her hair excites me, so soon fills me with a need for her, and she responds with a kiss becoming wetly passionate. She relaxes her thighs and I rub her more firmly. I replace my thigh with my hand, feeling her hairs through my fingers. I rub her in small circles, tugging in a way I know sends pleasant sensations down to the lips. Once more she responds, her kiss becoming open-mouthed, tongue delving and exploring. She whispers, 'Oh yes. Do that' I lean on one elbow, watch her. Her smile is suspended. Her nipples harden, distend, become like wrinkled knots. I caress her lightly from low near the cleft of her bottom, draw my fingers up and over her pussy lips to her hair. Her legs quiver. I press a finger against the fleshy resilience of her lips and suddenly she jumps and my finger slips inside a liquid flowing heat. She curls in my arms, pulls my mouth to her nipple, fumbles to find my breast and nipple wedged between us. I lift so she can have it. She can have anything she wants. She is not content with passive pleasure. I read her, move away onto my back against the pillows. I lift my legs and open them as I do when alone. She comes around, crouching, driven as much by fascination as desire. She touches my breast, scoops it, pokes the nipple. But she is more interested in other things, other parts more secret, private, intimate. I roll toward her and offer my pussy, inviting her to explore. I am pleased she needs no encouragement. She comes around and touches me. I reach down and open myself to let her know it's ok. She takes over and with an involuntary sigh she spreads my pussy wide. This is what she wants. This is what I like. Is it vanity? A warped mind? I don't know what. All I know is the way she looks at me with such wide-eyed wonder and naked lust, my heart swells and I nearly choke with emotion. How sexy and delightfully slutty is this, hoisting your pussy within inches of your lover's face? I squirm and squeeze my muscles, enticing her with my folds and wetness. I pull back the hood with just the tip of a finger, show her the smooth beak of my clit. She sees what she's doing to me. She touches my clit, the first other than her own, discovering it, nudging it from side to side, pushing it right up under the skin, pulling it down, stretching. And oh shit, I know she's not trying to make me come, but the white heat judders through me, and if she's not going to make me come - then fuck! - I can't take it any more. I snap my legs. She looks up, a quizzical smile. But she knows. She herself has been here before. And I want to do it to her, take her right to the brink over and over again. I tell her, 'You need some' She flops onto her back next to me, gathers her breasts, pinches and holds the nipples, waiting. She draws her knees right up and drops them to the sheet in a single motion. She covers herself with a hand and whispers, 'Come look at me.' I guide her hand away, rest it on her breast. Her bikini line is freshly trimmed, otherwise she is adorned with a forest of dark curling hair. Some hairs cover her lips, sticky with moisture. I part them, brush them aside. She is a woman very aroused, her lips wrinkled and heavy, stiff, fringed purple. Just inside she is scarlet and her clitoris peeps from under folded arches. I have to wonder if many men know these intimate secrets of her. I nudge her peaches with my thumbs and hear the tiny wet noises her lips make. Low near her entrance and inside the whorl of folds is a tiny pink tongue. I touch it, penetrate a way, stroke her there. She tosses her head and hair, rolls her nipples rapidly. She's not shy any more. I slide a finger inside and for a second time she cries, 'Oh yes. Do that' She pulls a sharp breath as I slowly slip my finger out. She tightens, and I feel her tremble. She relaxes with a gush of air and I penetrate once more. She tightens once more. I love the way her pussy sucks my finger, the way her lips stretch and flow. Then something new happens. She becomes loose, cavernous and hollow. I glance up. Her eyes are pressed closed, breasts lolling on shallow breath. She licks her lips, swallows, pants softly. I push my finger firmly into her and feel deep inside. She gives me a first low moan. I have a choice. I can make her come right now if I wish. Or not. I choose not. I hold my finger and show it to her. She takes my hand and kisses the fingers one by one. I smile and she sits up as if coming awake. She says, 'I want yours.' We sit facing one another and I hold her nipples as she fingers me, gathers my moisture, tastes it. She drops to the pillows, pulls a hair from her mouth and says, 'Either I really need a cigarette or I really need to come.' I tell her, 'You need a cigarette.' But I move my bottom forward, lift, press my pussy lips against hers. She gasps, 'Fuck! Oooohhh, fuck!' She bites her hand hard. I pull away, not only because it is she who nearly comes. She looks so beautiful and sexy like this, eyes hot and lidded, hair in a tangled cloud on my pillow. She makes a laugh in frustrated surprise. 'Why did you stop!' I tell her, 'Because you need a cigarette.' I kiss each of her newly risen nipples and she tries to capture me as I climb from the bed. I make my way down to the kitchen in the darkness. I fetch a tray, bottled water, the wine, glasses, cigarettes, ash-tray. I take my time, coming down, letting ordinary movement subdue the physical tension that at any time could erupt into orgasm. Returning to my room something is not quite right. I stop dead in the hallway. Jodie's door is closed. Even before my conscious mind fully absorbs this I am already whispering, 'You fucking bitch.' She's there. I know it. Been there the whole time, hiding from us, sneaking around. I am angry, so angry I could burst into her room and beat her on the head. But that would be dumb. I can't make a scene. Not right now. That can wait till tomorrow. In the meantime, let her listen, maybe even look, and enjoy her agony all alone. These thoughts are clear and sensible in retrospect. Jodie will never know how close she comes to getting a black eye. I sit on the bed, in no hurry, pour the wine, arrange our glasses on the bed table. Kay curls around me affectionately. She rubs my back, slips a hand under and gathers my breast. She says, 'Do you know what I was thinking while you were gone?' I shake my head. I turn around and graze my lips across her tummy. I prompt her. 'What were you thinking?' She doesn't answer. She guides me down, straddles me, sits on my pelvis. She rocks her hips against my mound and hair, rides very slowly up and down. She takes my hands, presses them to her breasts. She says, 'I was thinking this is nice.' There's a devious, impudent gleam in her eye. She likes being in control like this. Still she moves, her pussy going lower with each stroke. I spread my legs and she falls between, her pussy pressed firmly against mine. We nudge one another, enhancing the pleasure. She's right - this is nice. Very nice. As she moves her breasts rise and fall in my hands. I hold her hot nipples. She throws back her head, but in a moment pulls away. She sips her wine, reaches for the cigarettes. I take them from her. She has started something in me that needs finishing and it can't wait. I pull her back on top. I desperately want to eat her, and I want her to eat me, but that will have to wait. Right now all I know is this is good and I'm going to come real soon. She grinds her pussy, leans forward, sucks my nipple, bites it, pulls it hard. She is very perceptive, a beautiful lover who is attentive and generous with the way she moves. She glides her body up and down the length of mine and I feel her nipples lightly against my skin everywhere all at once. She stares down at me, waiting, caressing my pussy with her own, doing wonderful things to my clit with her mound and hairs. The sensations are elusive, excruciating. My orgasm fizzes and fades a dozen times, each frustrating peak just that little bit closer, never quite there. At last I growl playfully, 'For fuck's sake lick me' She doesn't make it in time. Doesn't matter. Once her mouth finds me properly I don't actually stop coming. I want to cry. I want to scream. I think I scream. I pull her legs and pussy around and that first moment when I bury my face in her soft hairy wetness I ask myself why I always wait so long. This is bliss. Heaven. I need do nothing, just lay here with my mouth open, tongue out, and she does the rest. She comes, fingers me roughly. I am not coming, yet I am coming. Staccato climaxes rifle through my body. She is cooing at my pussy, her sounds muffled and distant. Her bottom jerks erratically. I open her pussy and she melts with a long deep sigh. Sometimes I forget that everything is new to her, then I remember and this too sends a shiver through me. But women are lovers. Kay doesn't need experience or lessons. She opens her heart to our lovemaking and does what comes naturally, and so naturally she writhes against my mouth without inhibition. She pulls me open, sucks me hard, shakes her head. She makes soft whimpering sounds of delight and extreme pleasure. I put the tip of my thumb against her anus and push. Her head shoots up and her bottom twitches forward, away. She gasps hoarsely, 'Oh, don't do that!' Her body says something else. She returns to me, blossoming. My thumb enters and her pussy begs at my tongue. I lick her in long firm strokes and thumb her anus and soon her whole body shimmers. She lays on me with her full weight, pants softly, lets it all happen. She allows me this as long as she can stand, long after she has come. She reaches around, grabs my hand, hesitates as though torn between a moment of satiety and the guilty excess of eroticism and the obscene. I graze her clit, bite it. She sits up sharply, kind of growls as though surprised or even angry that I am making her come again so soon. I can't breath but I don't care. She bounces on my tongue with new energy. It goes through my mind I really want to come with her. I drive my tongue and heave my bottom off the bed. My pussy hovers in the air. I am so close it hurts. She reads me, grabs my pussy, shakes it hard. Her fingers vibrate across my clit. She hisses, 'Come Come Come' Her pussy spasms in my mouth and she comes and I come. Our bodies fuse. Her final orgasm is an outpouring of the animal. It reaches something deep inside her. She lifts her body, every muscle trembling. There is no noise, no crying, no desperate moaning, and yet she fills the room with the hush of her pleasure. She has my pussy clenched in her fist. It hurts, beautifully, and I strain to prolong my orgasm. I try to kiss the swollen lips hanging just inches from my mouth but she jerks away. She is silently whispering, 'Don't touch. Leave me. Just let me be.' Her body is here, but her erotic soul has flown some other place, somewhere I suspect she's never been before. I am beginning to wonder if she will ever return to me when suddenly with a long exhausted sigh she snaps back to this ordinary world. She becomes limp. It is frightening, exciting. She makes an odd sound. And I think she laughs. She looks down as though puzzled to see her hand gripping my pussy. She lets it go, squeezes her breasts, tosses her hair. She says to herself, 'Fuck that was good.' Somewhere amongst this we have bumped the table, the glasses tipped and wine spilled, a metaphor. The candle flickers, nearly burned down. Pillows everywhere, bed a mess. It is a long time since I've been treated to lovemaking like this. She lays curled, her bottom against my thigh. I touch her skin and she opens out, stretching lazily. She lifts an arm, drapes the fingers in the air, contemplates them. She is pleased with life, physically and emotionally. A quiet peace surrounds her in an aura. I stroke her because I share the experience, and in the moments after our storm my fingertips tingle to relive the sensation of her. She misreads my touch and takes my hand, 'I can if you want to.' She doesn't really want to. I kiss her shoulder, declining. I too, rarely for me, have had enough. I just want to hold her. She sits on the edge of my bed, her back to me, brushes out her hair. She really does have a beautiful bottom. It excites me anew even though I don't have the energy or the will to do anything about it. My clitoris stings, retreated into its folds, recovering the onslaught of finger and tongue. I like it that she is not embarrassed for the things we have just done. I wonder if she is like this after sex with a man, high, flushed, alert. I hope not. I hope this has been more than special for her. I leave her, head for the bathroom, standing up and feeling giddy. A light is on in Jodie's room, the door open just a crack. I push it. She's sound asleep, naked on the tangled sheet, sprawled face down, her small purple vibrator on a pile of tissues on the floor next to the bed. I guess Kay and I weren't the only ones coming endlessly tonight. I wonder what Jodie thought of us. She was certainly listening. How could she have missed it? I'd like to think she was watching, snatching glimpses of our lovemaking, rushing back to her bed, masturbating, returning for more, tormented. Or did she squat in the darkness of the hallway, finger herself, hope beyond hope one of us would catch her? I think that's more like her. I'll ask her in the morning. The room is dark, the candle extinguished. I hear the rustle of sheets. I climb on the bed, find her. Or rather, she finds me. Her arms go around my waist, pull me to down to her. She pushes the sheet out from between us and our bodies meet. She hooks me, kisses my cheek, and I nuzzle the silkiness of her shoulder. We need more of each other, but this is not sex now. It is an intimacy as known only between two women who feel. I hold her and listen to her breathing, the way it quietens, steadies, and is soon slumberous and rhythmic. I slot my arm between her breasts, press my belly against her bottom, hug her. This is ridiculously cosy and suburban, but I like it. In the morning we will make love. I hope she want me again after that. I would like to spend the whole afternoon with her in my bed. There is so much I want to show her, to give her. She is a very natural lover, especially for her first time. She must have done a lot of fantasising about this. She was a lesbian before tonight, only now she is consummated. I kiss her shoulder and whisper goodnight. She doesn't hear. She's asleep. I snuggle close and if you asked me why, I couldn't tell you why, in these last drifting moments before sleep I think of the gorgeous little redhead at the Irish bar. I wonder what she's doing right now.

AFTER MY JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL PROM During my junior year in high school, I had the opportunity to join a club called the International Band and Folk Dancers. The members of this group were all flaky. I took it up because of loneliness, seeking female companionship. My partner, which I chose, was the best looking girl there, good looking, but a little bit messed up in the head. Candice (I called her Candy) was a sophomore at Denver Senior High. She stood about five foot two, a trifle short by comparison to most gals her age, but what she lost in height she made up for in personal endowments. Candy had jet black hair shoulder length worn with as light outward sweeping curl. Her hair shone, the way you would expect a Veronica or Sophia's hair would shine -not a fine texture, but thick hair with weight to it. Framed in that hair was a cherubic face with high prominent cheek bones permanently blushed. Ample out-turned lips made sure you were aware that she was a mature young woman and not a short sophomore girl. Her eyes had a deep fathomless quality behind the black pupils. A guy could lose himself trying to find her soul beneath those eyes. As the reader is aware off by now, you note that I prefer my women on the slightly thinner side. What possessed me to attach myself to Candy? Her stature and the unmatched, if somewhat dumpy clothing she wore, implied the type of body that was molded into the clothing. You know, the type that looks absolutely voluptuous dressed, but expands to a size 48 tub of lard upon removal of the tight panty-hose and girdle. Candy was anything but that. What you saw clothed was the same shape undressed. There were no elastic supports on this lady; she didn't need them and they surely would have been a waste of time. Candice was a member of the Church of Scientology an organization, that if I understand everything Candice told me, believes the only form of government is anarchy. They have an aggressive recruiting program. saying they can take care of the worlds problems through mind control and modification; and that it would only cost $625 for the first class. Sounded like mind control to me, alright. My friend, Rick, and I tried to talk her out of the organization, but our efforts never really worked until five years later when she saw the light of our reasoning. Pathetic as her membership in this organization was, it did have some beneficial spin-offs for me. For one, Candice had moved away from her legal guardians because the church said so. She lived in a house by herself. Two; Scientology preaches free love. This affected her way of looking at life and her sexual relationships; though she was afraid(as any normal teenage girl growing up would be), she didn't have parental guidance and because of the church's meddling with her mind she didn't have the normal constraints of society. Her guardians were flakier than her. My most enduring memory of Candy is of our Junior Prom night. Though Candice was a year younger than me, I flouted tradition and asked her to be my date at the prom. I showed up at her house with a corsage. She wore the most gorgeous red velvet dress, adding a certain flair of sensuousness to the air. I wore the obligatory black tuxedo. There is not much to say of the actual prom, other than ignoring girls in my class with an outsider, getting our picture taken, and some very close dancing. After the prom, we when to the IHOP near the Civic Center for breakfast with her guardians. Candice, though normally avoiding contact with her guardians, had invited them to meet me and I knew my meeting and making a good impression was very important to Candice. She wanted to show and prove to them that she wasn't a slut, as they seemed to impress upon her, but just a normal teenage girl trying to grow up. They were very direct in their questioning and asked if I'd been fucking their daughter and if I had enjoyed it. Upon my negative nod, her step-father told me bluntly that I ought to get some, saying he ought to know, he's had her many times. Even his new wife was no moral help. She's lecherously eyeing my crotch. I tried my best to maintain my composure, but they soon had me to a quivering mass of jelly, embarrassed and fidgeting to get out of there. We finally said our good-byes, without the convictions behind them; even declining a much needed ride north on a cold and frigid night. Instead, we availed ourselves of a Farwest cab. The ride to her place is quiet; uneventful. She is simmering I feel. I can understand why. She has been embarrassed and made to feel worse than a two-bit whore in front of a date she has just presented to uphold her respectability. I don't know the whole story; just what she has been through in her home life, but I think her running away and becoming hooked up with the scientologists is somehow related to the treatment she has gotten at home. She has tried to mend fences and as I was about to find out, she was going to tear those fences down forever, to totally alienate herself from her family. I could feel to raw hatred. I also took note that I was beginning to assume some of this heat myself. I was present at this despicable scene. However, I never expected that I would be her instrument of revenge, albeit, an unknown and un-presented instrument. We held hands in the cab, but I was holding a cold lifeless hand - Candice' energies were directed elsewhere; she was debating some fundamental course of action; and I was available. Five dollars and thirty-five cents later we pulled up the darkened street on upper View Ridge, pulling to the curb in front of her house. Candice opens her side before I can get out and huffs off towards the steep, unpainted wooden steps up to the front porch. "Do you want me to wait for you?", asks the hack. "No, I don't suppose so. I can catch the bus home from here." And the cabby drives off with a knowing conspiratorial smile on his face. No wonder no one likes cabbies. I rush up beside her fumbling for her keys in her clutch, difficult to find anything under the burned out porch light. I can't think of much to say to her. It has been a spoiled night for me. Even more so for her. "I enjoyed myself tonight, Candy. Really, I did.", but I don't sound all that convincing to her and she knows it. She finally locates her keys and clutching them in frustration, turns to face me, the rage still there, but softened by glistening eyes, ready to let forth a torrent should her guard ever relax so much as a hairbreadth. "I tried so much to be normal, to show them I was good and proper and respectable. I've lived with that asshole for so long that I don't know what's proper and right anymore. She pauses to stifle a sniffle with the back of her hand; I don't know what to say. "I tried to get you as mine to be mine, and not what they wanted. I tried to make it a good night for us but I failed. I'm sorry" the lone tear in the corner of her eye welling up, about to breach the dike. "I'm not going to worry about your parents. We tried, but after all, I went out with you and you're the one I'm trying to impress, not you're parents. I took you to the prom because I like you, and you were marvelous. Did you see how many turned their heads to see you? Don't put yourself down." I grasp her by the shoulders trying to emphasize my point, but I see doubt and anger still there. "Is there anything I can do before I go home, honey?" I say softly. I regret having to leave her in this state, but the last bus of the night will be going by in about fifteen minutes and I'll have the rush the six blocks to catch it. I don't look forward to a cold, damp and dismal walk home at three in the morning. "Stay with me tonight. Stay and keep me company. I need someone around me now; I'm all alone in the world now - don't have anybody to call on." I'd never stayed out all night; at least not to the point, that after a night of carousing with the guys, I wouldn't be back in my own bed at home by five or six in the morning. To stay with a woman all night, with the implications that you just can't get up at six and sneak home(after all, that wouldn't be proper); but must stay through the next morning, and probably the better part of the next afternoon as well -well I don't know. I wanted to, but my responsibilities to home said this was a no-no; jumping into the frying pan on the other burner when they haven't even lit the fire under you yet. You know what they say about fools would tread where they shouldn't. Well I certainly wasn't an angel. Problem was, Candy was vulnerable. Vulnerable to herself (the altruism in me) and vulnerable to me (the devil may care in me). I let myself be led in, hook, line and sinker and onto the living room sofa. Candy wasn't rich and the surroundings reflected the frugalness of her existence. Furnished early college-freshman style with shelves made of painted cinder blocks and pine planks; K-mart special stereo and lots of bean bag chairs scattered around the dimly lit room. The sofa I was sitting on had seen many a year in other living rooms before ending up here. But the place was clean I could see; something to be proud of given the circumstances. I knew Candy was a proud woman. It was with a surprise that I recognized the zip-lock, rolled baggie with shredded wheat inside for what it was, and for the bottle of not quite cold Cold Duck sparkling wine Candy brought out from the kitchen, shutting off the lights behind her. She busies herself rolling a deft pinwheel joint while I watch in fascination; so, I get up to play some music on the stereo. Some records we have in common, something light and befitting this mood, I put on some Mystic Moods and join her in an oversized bean bag chair and take the offered joint, inhaling deeply and holding as I feel the thick acrid smoke clear from my lungs into my bloodstream. I am not a frequent user of weed. On the few occasions I've partaken (all since moving to here), I've noticed that it strikes me very fast and potently. So fast and effectively that I avoid it except under the most secure and familiar of circumstances. I have a very thin ego-shell and worry about exposing the real me. As they say, knowledge of thine enemy is the most potent weapon. It is perhaps a tribute to Candy that I did accept that night. We had never toked together before - I wasn't even aware she did, nor she, I. But I felt very comfortable here with her; alone, just the two of us, behind a securely locked door and no wild parties to arouse the ire of the neighbors. Too, Candy's psyche was an open wound, the ragged edges of her needs requiring attention. I couldn't empathize with her needs unless I dropped my barriers to show that I was just as vulnerable. I accepted, took a guzzle of Cold Duck and settled back into the bean bag with Candy crisscross over my stomach, my drawn up knees supporting her back. I let the beautiful sounds of a rainstorm accompanied to the piano recital of Sleepy Shores waft over and through my senses. Like I said, I've always enjoyed the Mystic Moods orchestra with its mixing of natural occurrences(like rain) with mood setting music. The mood was set. We shared a second joint between us, this one more conventionally rolled with a hefty helping of grass. This hog of the tokes, a veritable Columbian Cigar was meant to reinforce and amplify for a longer period of time the high we got from the pinwheel at the 'snap of a switch'. It was heady, cloying smoke that we tunneled into each other. The method of 'tunneling' is an art in the MJ culture. It means to take to lit joint backwards into your mouth, while your partner takes the other end, and to blow the THC laden smoke forcibly into the lungs of your partner. Doing it this way produces less carbonized burn products, release of greater amounts of the volatile oils of THC, and more volume of smoke in the lungs than your partner can reasonably expect to draw under his or her own power. The effect is dynamite. The high produced is higher, more sense distorting, and longer lasting than toking three to four times the regular way. I was glad when we finally finished that joint. I wanted to enjoy this floating consciousness. My hand holding my glass of wine in Candy's lap was frozen and I stared at it for the longest time, trying to make the glass move. I didn't want a drink, I just wanted that obstinate glass to move. Finally I manage to tilt the glass enough but all I managed was slopping half the wine into her lap. I felt the moisture over my hand, wet under where her beautiful dress collected a puddle of slowly warming vin a' rouge. We both giggled at my feeble attempts as I try to slurp the spilled wine from her lap. "Come on Larry. Let me change out of this dress into clothes you can make a mess out of without destroying", Cathy says as she climbs unsteadily to her feet and toddles off to the bedroom. I make myself busy finding some more mood music for the player and plop back down into my now comfortable bean bag. It has a well-worn indent where my body slides right back into. Cathy returns dressed in now familiar jeans and cream-colored blouse and plops right back into her comfortable niche, facing me, back propped against my knees, legs straight out beside me. I run my hand lightly up the inside of her legs and back a couple of times, bringing my up-turned palm to a rest atop the pubic arch, the back of my hand feeling the warmth beneath. Cathy rests her own glass, atop my palm, hands steepled around the stem. I stare across the arms length interval between us. My head is swirling as I try to focus on myself, dressed in faded jeans and creamy-white blouse. I feel the heat exuding from my crotch. I feel sensuous, an ache between my legs that cries for something, a need, a lacking. Lifting my hand, I undo one of the buttons to my blouse, reaching under to feel the firmness of each breast, nipples hard and painfully sensitive. Why ain't I wearing my bra? I undo a few more buttons and let the warm evening air circulate around my taut skin, each small flurry of breeze sending shivers up the inner thighs. I'm intrigued as I study my breast from a distance, one in each palm. They don't exactly weigh the same. The one on the left, which is my right, is heavier, but the same size, it seems. Candy is doing something between my legs and it feels exciting. Maybe I could tell the difference between titties if I tasted them, so I reach forward, titties still in hand and give a 'popsicle-like suck, taking in each nipple and letting it slide out over my tongue, grasping the fore-end of each nipple lightly between my teeth before they wetly pop free again. Slightly salty; not bad! Something is definitely going on between my legs, I feel it as if I had an extension there, stuck out in the cold being slowly pulled up and down. I feel someone's fingers wrapped around me, but I have no dick, I have a vagina... that's silly, and I reach down to feel my pussy, spreading my legs just so wide to accompany my hand. There is nothing there; but I feel the hand going up and down. I undo the button to my jeans, sliding the brass zipper down. With both hands, I yank my jeans and panties down to my ankles with one fluid pull towards me. Reaching out a finger, I run it up the lips to emerge wet and slick as well-oiled machinery. Absent-mindedly sucking my finger dry, I suddenly feel the urge for something to eat. Eat! Isn't that what men do to women and vice versa? I wonder what I taste like and I bury my head between my pussy voraciously attacking with tongue and teeth the soft tender meat there. "Easy Larry! I'm not a piece of hamburger to chew on. Tenderly and slowly. Please", cries Cathy and I realize where I am all of a sudden and taper off my attack. I reclaim my identity and body as I delightedly feel a moist warm cavern descend over my cock, taking me to the base, where lips tightly seal and Cathy begins to draw up, her tongue rolling acrobatically over my shaft. I groan with pleasure. Rolling Cathy atop me in one fluid, if awkward, motion, I run my tongue around the inside of her pussy taking in the animal smell of musk. I pass my tongue rapidly, butterfly style , slowing down now and then to feel the texture with my tongue. I can feel her shudders as she alternately tightens and relaxes her thigh muscles slapping against my trapped head like a sledgehammer. Candy's clitoris is an ample piece of dark red flaccid meat, triangular in shape, with a tumescent shaft rising along the lower edge; the actual love bud; packed with thousands upon thousands of sensitive nerve endings. It is about three-quarters to an inch long, enough to protrude from the outer labia when those lips are closed. The sides are soft and smooth, like the walls of her pussy lips. No patterns in this skin as elsewhere on the body. No one will ever finger-print a pussy. Candy's cock-sucking has progressed to a steady up and down pattern with a new twist to it. As she goes down, her lips just barely skimming the skin, tongue dancing whirlpools over the head and retreating back into her mouth to stay over the pee-hole, she rotates her mouth about ninety degrees, only to rotate back in the other direction as she draws my cock up with her now tight lips. Each time her lips close over the head on the up-stroke, she darts the pointed tip of her tongue sharply into the pee-hole eliciting a pleasurable tingle of sharp pain. The lip-tight seal is complete as she clears the head taking and swallowing the lubricating saliva intermixed with the first tentative drops of seminal fluid. Each ever-increasing down stroke brings the head closer to the glottis, the underside of my cock-head feeling the texture, every rough taste- bud coating the surface, contributing a little taste of me to each; sweet, sour, bitter, or salty bud tasting cock. I can by God, feel the bony ridge of the roof of her mouth covered by smooth mucus membranes. My face is wet; covered with salty-thick pussy juice. I open my mouth as wide as I can planting it atop lips and clitoris both, trying to suck as much of her in as possible, vacuuming the juice down over my tongue for flavor and down my throat for sustenance. While my lips hold her pussy captive, my tongue washes and licks every nook and cranny. I suck as hard as I can over the clit, drawing as much blood to the surface as possible, heightening her sensations. Licking both thumb and forefinger of my free hand, I slowly guide one each into her anus and vagina; ever so slowly so as not to cause harm until her natural lubrication takes over. I can only penetrate a half inch of so into her anus, but it is enough to rouse a wide more feral beast in her. My thumb is in her vagina to the hilt keeping time to the mouth-sucking she is giving me. Her spasms have already tried to pinch it free from my hand. White mucus is forming a ring about the base of my captured thumb. . . a waxy dike around her vaginal mouth. . . and I tongue around it to get a taste of her inner joy. Tart, almost like alum. So much different than the clear pre-nuptial lubricant. I savor it for the fervor of the moment. All my senses are playing a part in this. Cathy is going wild on my manhood now; attempting to swallow me whole, if possible. She no longer travels the entire length of my cock, instead leaving the furthest down she's gotten in her throat, relaxing her lips, her tongue lying flat and quiet. Saliva drips and slides from her mouth as she makes small up and down jabbing motions with her head, my cock-head bending slightly as it rounds the downward turn in her throat at the base of her tongue. I can feel the barrier each time my cock softly runs into her glottal muscle, partially open and forced more each time she slightly withdraws an eighth inch and forward a quarter. I place my other hand atop her head, reinforcing and adding my own desired thrust up with my cock. Finally I feel her throat muscle relax and with a vicious upward thrust with my cock and a violent downward push of her head, her lips slam and mash into the hairs at the base of my dick. Her lips nibble and stretch to the loose skin of my scrotum... as if she wants to suck my balls up into her mouth as well. She tightens her lips and mouth, starting a sideways sweeping motion with her flattened tongue. The smooth muscle lining the esophagus has started its own milking action, trying to swallow the head of my cock protruding through the glottis. I can feel every action from Candy's voluntary sucking in her mouth to the heavenly automatic milking in her throat. I feel the full feeling spreading like acid up the tube of my cock. My dick begins to throb in her mouth, so tightly and irrevocably locked onto me. I pull my thumb free of her hole and jab my tongue into her vagina as far as it will go during a relaxation of the spasms; only to be locked onto as her vaginal muscles begin their rhythmic contractions around the tip of my tongue. I'm barely able to breathe, my nose is squashed against her buttocks. I play my fingers in fast motion across her clit as first one wave, and then another crest over my tongue, being torn out by the roots. I can't stand it so I begin rapid and violent thrusting motions with my hips raising them fast and hard her facet only to have her head, locked in place and milking away, bob up and down with my thrust. "My God. I'm coming! Suck me, baby. Suck me dry, uh!!!", I shudder between clenched teeth as a hot and full load of semen explodes free, burning the length of the shaft as it spurts upward. "Take all of me, every last fucking drop baby!!!". With each ecstatic spurt, I feel her tongue draw backward to accommodate her drinking reflex, throat muscle doubling the rate of milking. One spurt, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve electric jolts; and each a complete tube emptying. Finally the jetting ends and I relax my death's grip in her jet black hair allowing my cock-head to slip free of her esophagus. Her tongue is slippery and slick with my semen as she begins a gentle milking action, the tip of her tongue running up the underside to milk every last drop from my relaxed penis and down her throat. I feel myself going soft in her mouth, her bruised lips still sucking the last drops of cum from my cock. I drop back exhausted as she rolls off me. My face is covered with her sticky love juices drying masque-like, immobilizing the skin. My eyes itch from intrusions of alkaline juices smelling for all the world as if I were still between her legs sucking away. I have only to run my tongue through my mustache to relive the tense arousal of the last half hour. Candy is grinning widely at me, a drool of semen marring her pixie features from lips to chin. She reaches down and pulls draped slacks from her ankles then removes her sweat-socks. "Let's go at it again", she says, helping me to remove the rest of my clothes, discarding them carelessly to the side; then taking my soft cock gain into her mouth, slowly rolling her tongue in a massage designed to cleanse it of cum and work it to hardness again. At first, her tongue-work is just an irritant to my sensitive and sated cock; but Candy keeps up the tongue massage and adds a sucking rolling vacuum that soon has me feeling renewed desire and I feel myself growing behind her teeth again. After five or six minutes of her tender ministrations I am rock-hard and ready to go again, but Candy stops her work at this point and straddles me, lowering her pussy directly atop my cock. Ever so slowly she allows me to enter her, controlling her down movements alternating with small up jabs to spread the lubrication and accommodate my throbbing dick. The warmth of her vagina is almost enough to send me off; but I control my impulses and concentrate on the ceiling. When I'm buried to the hilt, Candy tucks her feet behind her and hands upon my chest starts a rhythmic up and down crescendo of slow, sliding, and sensuous fucks that hold me just at the borderline as I feel the texture inside her with my cock. Up... Down... Up... Down. My cock is wet with her juices and is frigid cold when she is up, only the head in the firebox. Every time she descends she sends shivers through me as cold dick and hot vagina co-mingle. Her juices run through my forest and over my balls, cooling in the night air. The evaporation causes my sac to tighten and pull my balls in close; and the juices continue, flowing across the peritoneum and across my asshole and onto the slick plastic of the bean bag. Her vagina is not so tight now; fully oiled. I feel a bead of cum work its way towards the tip, tingling and stinging a little as a prelude to what will soon happen. My prostate cannot long hold back this pressure building. I deposit this lone drop of cum on her cervix as I bump into it on one of her down strokes. Hands on her hips, I guide her more forcibly onto my cock; deeper and faster pushing against her cervix until she stretches the length to give me a bottomless pit to drive into. Candy picks up the increasing tempo her vaginal muscles twitching now and then to grasp my cock and momentarily stop its' flight. Abruptly, Candy stops, vagina tightened around my almost jetting cock. My climax is stopped midstream! I'm buried to the hilt between her hips trying to grind in and find release. I feel a mini-climax as I spasm lightly into her in empty throbs; feeling the pleasure of coming; but not letting loose my load and staying constantly hard. "Feel good, Larry?" she asks all too knowingly. She has read me like a book and knows when to cut-off or slow down stimulation. As I nod my head in agreement, she draws her knees, at my sides, closer together, raising her pussy a little off my pelvis. With one hand, she reaches behind her and grasps my sac, fondling my balls roughly. Her other hand goes to the base of my cock and fingers pinch the urethra tightly closed. This quickly dampens my climax but keeps me hard inside her. Up and down her pussy goes. Her vaginal muscles tighten clamp-like around my cock each time she withdraws, milking my penis. I come full-blown only to throb against her finger cutting off exit at the bottom of my cock. Nowhere to go, it resides and we work it up again. I must have release, but each time I come, she cuts it off and continues the thrusting. My cock is painful; sore from rubbing in a tight pussy, squeezed at the base. Again I cum and she clamps her fingers at the base but I cannot be denied. I feel a full-blown climax and feel the jetting and pulsations; but I also feel a sharp pain inside me and I realize that I have cum inside myself. I have shunted the semen up my urethra and into my bladder. Candy's pressure on my cock has kept it hard and thought I am sated I continue to thrust into her as I feel her build towards a massive climax. Candy has abandoned all finesse now and slams her pussy hard and fast onto my pole in earnest desire. I slam upwards with each down stroke and her vagina clamps hard around my sore cock as she begins a rhythmic shudder and collapses atop me. We lay there like this for some time, cuddling each other and kissing deeply, my half-limp cock inside her spread legs. We roll over so that I am on top and tongues still entwined, I slow- fuck her in a loving fashion designed to be felt with the romantic senses and prolonged. I am hard again but feel no immediacy to ram inside her; rather I feel like I'd like to prolong this all night. Candy responds by sensuously rolling her hips into mine. My hands roam her body feeling the texture and goose-bumps of her skin in the night air. I lift my chest to cup her tits and massage them ever so slowly as her tongue digs deeper into my mouth. I taste her saliva and we share our juices. Our tongues fuck each others throats, dancing tip-to-tip. Candy wraps her legs around my torso, hooking ankles together. In and out like a slow, hot knife into butter. My cock is battered and bruised but is still up to the renewed sensations of a slow fuck; the tension of coming there, but the ability to hold it back and ride the crest much as a surfer rides the crest of a large wave. I do not want to come crashing down just yet. "Does it feel good, Candy?" "Oh, God...yes!" she says. "I want to keep this up forever." "Me too. I've felt like coming a hundred times. No one told me going slowly could be like this... Uh... Uh... Jesus! it feels so nice inside you! I want to come." I pant into her ear. Just then, the phone rings. God, what an incessant distraction. Candy is startled and contracts her vagina. I lose all control and begin to spasm into her, spurting hot cum as I bury my cock deep into her convulsing pussy. Candy scrapes her fingers across my back as she bucks into me taking all of my cock and more. We lay silently, panting heavy and exhausted while the phone continues to ring in the background. Finally, laughing together she reaches for the phone on the table beside us, our bodies still locked together. I listen to her trying to catch her breath and answer the phone at the same time. "Hello" "Oh, hi...No, I wasn't doing anything special. Just watching TV... "No. I had to run from the kitchen. I'm alright... "I'd rather not, Lisa. I've got company... "Come on. What's wrong?... "Okay. You can come over...Ya. I'm sorry to hear that too. Come on over and we'll talk. Larry's here... "Okay and I'll see you in awhile...Bye." and she replaced the handset. "I'm sorry, Larry. I do want to be alone with you. That was Lisa and she's got some problems she wants to talk about...I guess our fun is over for the night." "Okay sweets. Let's get presentable and straighten up this place before she arrives. What time is it?" "About four AM. Where's my panties?" "Over there...beside the wine bottle." I give her a quick peck on the lips and start pulling on my clothes. Lisa is a pert little girl; a sophomore at Denver. I'd seen her at school but paid scant attention other than fleeting appraisals of her sexy lines. Candy knew her well and they often were seen talking together. We had turned on the TV on to support our contention of our activities and had just about covered all other tracks of our loving when the doorbell rang. It was Lisa, all bundled up against the cold night. Candy let her in and I noticed that she wobbled at little unsteadily. Under that bulky coat she was clad in a stunning mini-dress that emphasized her shapely legs and thighs and cut low across the bodice (giving ample evidence of her swelling cleavage) that this was not a girl, but a growing woman. Candy navigated her to the couch and plopped her down on it. Lisa landed with a bounce and settled back, legs separated. I could see hints of her panties from my vantage on the bean-bag on the floor in front of her. I absently rubbed my cock through my pants in sexual desire. Lisa noticed me a moment later and said "Hi, Larry", as if I were part of the furniture. She was preoccupied with a problem, so I said hello and leaned back to watch an insane movie about werewolves on channel 13. Watching TV from the position I was in was difficult because of the angle, so I slowly edged my way over towards the sofa, resting my back against it, still sitting on the floor besides Lisa's legs. Candy came over and sat down next to me and I draped my arm over her shoulders. Lisa's legs vibrated a warmth I could feel against my arm and shoulder, and I sneaked glances at them. After awhile, Candy rolled another joint, lit it, and passed it around. I took a heavy toke and turned around between Lisa's legs, one hand on a knee and offered her the joint. She took it and sucked greedily, then passed it back while I stared hungrily up her short dress. We finished off two more joints and Candy turned the record player back on. The TV was still on and we where getting the giggles, providing dialogue to the antics of the silent screen. Lisa slid off the sofa into a sitting position beside me, in the process, accidentally hiking her already short skirt past her crotch. I lit another joint and offered Candy the first drag but she was in blissville against my shoulder, so I turned to Lisa. While she was pulling on the joint and holding her breath, I traced my fingernails up and down the insides of her thighs. Ohhh, my cock was beginning to tingle again. She looked at me impishly and slightly parted her thighs to give me some more room. Emboldened, I ran my palm up her thighs and cupped her panties crotch. I could feel the heat and dampness of her womanhood as I rubbed trying to slip a finger under the elastic and into her pussy. After a laid back moment, Lisa removed my hand to lower down her thigh, near the knees. The shifting awoke Candy. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked. "Only a few minutes", I said. "Let's play a game or something." "Okay", said Candy. "How about poker? I've got a deck of cards around here somewhere." and she goes off to find them, returning a moment later with a battered deck. "I've seen you around school", says Lisa as we spread out in a circle on the carpet. "I didn't know you knew Candy." "We've been seeing each other for a few months now." "Yah, Larry and I are in the Folk Dancers together. That's where we met", says Candy. "He's real nice...sexy", she says with a conspiratorial wink at Lisa. "You're not too bad, either" I retort back at Candy. "For that matter, you have good-looking girlfriends, Candy. I like Lisa!" I said, admiring Lisa's female form from the short distance separating us. "Behave yourself, you chauvinistic pig. You've had enough for one night" "Enough what, Candy. Lisa interrupted the best part." Lisa is silent throughout this exchange but she is embarrassed and fidgeting beside us. I busy myself rolling a few more joints, lighting one and passing it to Lisa. Pretty soon we are all feeling good and giggling away, not really paying much attention to the poker game. I pour some more wine and pass it to Candy and Lisa snatching a lingering kiss off of Lisa's lips as my free hand runs up her thigh. "Let's have some fun. Okay?", I say to the thick air around us. The girls are all for it and soon we are into a rip-roaring game of strip poker. Since I cannot keep my attention under the weed's influence and these sexy women, I am not doing too well at this game and am soon down to only my briefs left. The girls aren't doing too well either. Candy has her bra and panties left on and Lisa is down to her silken panties; her small firm titties jutting firmly into the smoke-filled room. We are having fun though, giggling and pawing each other. I am hard and wanting some action. My dick is hard and tent-like under my briefs and I play with it through the sweaty cloth. "Let's make the game more daring", volunteers Candy. "How about if the winner of each hand gets to tell the losers what to do and they have to do it. Okay?" "Anything?" asks Lisa in mild shock though I don't know why because we all are pretty well brazen and sinful right now. "Sure! Anything the winner wants the other two to do...just as long as it's not dangerous or sick. Okay Larry?" "I agree. It'll make it more interesting and fun... We are having fun, aren't we?" No one really answers this question so to get things started I pull my briefs off and toss them into the corner. My pole sticks ramrod straight up and I slowly jerk it up and down reveling in the tingly feeling. "Come on girls, off with the rest of your clothes and start out on even ground with me... Come on Lisa. Don't be embarrassed. Hell, you're half naked now and after all, you are among friends. What ever happens between us tonight is after all among friends. Let your inhibitions go and just enjoy your feelings. Be natural." Lisa slowly peels her panties over her hips and down, finally tossing them aside as she tightly clamps her legs together in mild shyness. We begin the game. The first hand dealt I received a pair of fours and discarded two for two more useless cards. Lisa won with a pair off nines and could barely contain herself in glee and relief. "Come on Lisa. What do you want us to do." "Well. I don't know...Anything, right?...Larry, kiss Candy first and then me. A real deep down and passionate kiss with your hands behind your back." Now this was more like it. Not exactly what I had in mind, but a start. I move over to Candy. "Come on lover. I'm waiting," says Candy as our lips meet and my tongue probes deep. After an interminable amount of time Lisa slaps me on the rear end and says, "Uh uh, Larry. My turn now." I scoot over beside Lisa and kiss her deeply, my arms embracing her. Lisa breaks and tells me to put my hands behind my back and I do so. The kiss is deep, our tongues fighting each other for domination. All of a sudden, Lisa's hand is upon my cock, gripping it tightly and pumping up and down. Each time I attempt to bring my arms around front she firmly pushes them back behind my back. I lean forward against her and she tumbles backward with me atop her naked form. Our lips are still mashed against each other and she loses her grip on my dick. God I need her. With my legs, I force hers apart and wheedle my cock up against the opening of her pussy and with one savage thrust enter her. I start a gentle yet full thrusting into her love box. Just as I feel the juices start to build up for eruption, Candys fingers grab my balls and twist painfully. "No you don't lover. You were just told to kiss her. Now out and back to your corner." Candy keeps the pressure on my sac until I pull all the way out and away. My cock is aching for love. All Lisa can do as she sits up is moan. The next hand has me with a pair of queens, ace high. I discard the other two cards and come up with another queen and when we show our cards I'm the winner. I chuckle to myself as I decide what punishment these two girls deserve for stopping me twice tonight. A devious and sexy plan evolves... "Since you two are close friends I want you to make love before me." "No. Come on Larry", say Candy. "You can't be serious!" she says in astonishment. Lisa doesn't look to happy either though her head is hung low. "I hear it happens all the time between close girlfriends; meeting at slumber parties to dive between each others legs and lick each other up a frenzy." "You've done it before, haven't you Lisa?" I ask point blank. She doesn't answer so I continue, "You girls agreed to do whatever the winner wanted and I want to watch the two of you do it. Please!" I look first with dejected eyes from Lisa to Candy acting like an innocent little boy in front of his momma. A few more pleases and more cajoling and Lisa starts to move towards Candy as I move over to kiss Candy to take her mind off what is to happen. Lisa starts by lightly kissing her way along Candy's thighs; light tracery along the insides. I can feel Candy respond in my arms so I break loose and sit back to watch the two of them, idly playing with myself. Candy is laying back on her elbows, legs straight out in front of her and parted with Lisa's head moving closer and closer to Candy's pussy. Her head is back, eyes closed and mouth open, her chest and titties rising in slow ragged heaves. When Lisa's tongue finds her wet pussy and starts running around in wide circles around the inside of her pussy lips, Candy pulls her knees up and leans back more. Lisa's rump is high into the air and all the more exciting, the patch of lightly browned and bristly pussy mounding softly out between her legs. I crawl on my knees behind her and kiss her closed pussy lips, running the tip of my tongue up and down the soft cleft. She tastes good; not as aromatic as Candy-- milder. Standing up behind with my hard cock horizontal in front of me I guide it into her love-box; slowly at first to loosen the oils and then more forcibly to get further into her hot furnace. Candy groans under Lisa's tongue-lashing and Lisa presents more of herself to me. I watch in sexual fever as my cock glides in and out of her-- the indentation made as I push in and the clinging lips holding my dick tight as I pull out for another warming session. I go slow to enjoy this feeling of a tight pussy, never loosening up; almost virgin. When I think of her possible virginity I almost come while halfway out of her so I stop for a moment to compose myself and get under control; then start with fresh vigor. Lisa's pussy sticks to my cock like glue, squeezing tight, even when I get my full length into her and am pounding up against her cervix. Candy is laid all the way back now, a leg hooked over Lisa's neck and her hands in Lisa's hair guiding her to her secret places and muttering urgings to her. Lisa is rapidly flicking her tongue back and forth over the tip of Candy's clit, trying to keep her position over Candy as my ramming rocks her body back and forth on her knees. I squeeze Lisa's firm and ample buttocks cheeks together around my cock elongating the tunnel I have available to slide my cock in and out of and I pound the entire length of it, the cool skin of her ass soothing the raw and hot skin of my pole before it enters Lisa's firebox again. Just then Candy goes rigid under Lisa's ministrations, her pubic mound arched high in the air while she grabs great ragged breaths of air between sobs of passion. I ram in fast and deep and let loose inside of Lisa's love-box and as I feel the last of the jism squirt out the tip, pullout and scamper around the Candy's head and allow her to suck on my softening and sticky cock. We roll over with Candy's lips atop my prong licking away and Lisa crawls over to join us. I help her by directing her head down between my legs where she swallows my balls one by one and gives them a delicious licking. I manage to contort myself enough to get my head between Lisa's thighs and get a taste of her sweet pussy commingled with my sticky cum still oozing out the cunt hole. I've cum too many times already tonight and at most all I can manage is a semi-hardness but the girls do me the honor of slowly keeping up their sucking of the remainder of the night as I alternated between pussies eating one while finger-twiddling the other. When I awoke the next morning we were still in this position with my soft cock partially in Lisa's pert lips and dried out cum crackling along its' shaft and hardened glue like along her cheeks. I didn't stir from the comfortable position I was in for the better part of the morning until a craving to take a piss forced me the extricate myself and get up. By the time I returned, still naked and sticky, the girls had some semblance of a breakfast ready with some hot coffee which I solely needed. It was only after a long hot shower together that we got dressed and said our good-byes. Candy and I dated and got together at her place a few more times on a steady basis but as school ended and I took summer employment in a logging camp on Vancouver Island, we drifted apart and she fell back in with the Scientologists. When I returned for my Senior year, she was long gone with a cold trail. Lisa and I never mentioned that night again, though I saw her in school every day and even dated her a couple of times. Our dates were proper with just the right amount of groping and exploring but never like this night had ever happened. She didn't want to talk about it and I didn't bring it up in deference to her wishes.

Batman and Robin 1 by Steve NOTE: This story takes place in the DC comics world of Batman, not the movies'. In the DC comics world, (The accurate one) Dick Grayson left Batman to become Nightwing. Then Jason Todd took over as Robin, but was killed by the Joker. Then Tim Drake took over as Robin, and that is where it stands at the time of this story. This is also after Bruce Wayne returned as Batman after Bane broke his back. The only real inconsistency is that Batgirl is still Barbara Gordon, and she is still the same age as Tim Drake. And though Tim Drake is only like fifteen in the comics, in my story he is about twenty-two or so, as is Barbara. A dark haze hung over Gotham City. It was late and most of the city was asleep. Batman stood atop a building looking out over the barren city. Robin stood next to him, doing the same. The both looked so valiant in their rubber costumes, perched high above the sleeping city. "Do you see anything?" Batman asked, carefully scanning the streets below. "Nothing, I think it's time to turn in," Robin said. He was tired and wanted to get home and get to bed. "One more sweep," Batman replied. He always very thorough, and that annoyed the hell out of Robin. "Come on Bruce, it's three o'clock in the morning for christ's sake!" Tim said, raising his voice. "There!" Batman shouted, pointing down to a lower building's roof. Within a second, he was gone, already swinging towards the building. Robin grabbed his rope and did the same, sighing as he did so. Batman landed on the roof and crept slowly towards a shadowy figure who appeared to be looking through a skylight into the building. Robin crept slowly behind Batman, keeping his distance for now. "Little late to be out isn't?" Batman asked to the shadowy figure. The figure jumped at the sound of his voice, catching it off guard. "Jesus christ Bruce!" Batgirl said, holding her chest and breathing heavily, "You almost gave me a heart attack!" "What are you doing here?" Batman asked as Robin walked up behind him, seeing Batgirl. "Hey Barbara!" Tim said, almost surprised to see her. "Hey Tim," she replied, ignoring Batman. "Why are you here?" Batman repeated. "I got a tip that this department store we're on top of is going to get robbed," she said, returning her attention to the skylight. "Who would rob a department store?" Robin asked sarcastically. "Petty criminals," Batman answered in his usual monotone voice. "They take the jewelry," Batgirl added, "Wait, here they come." Batman crouched next to her, seeing four men run into the room, all carrying automatic weapons. They headed towards the large jewelry case in the middle. "Let's go," said Batman, hastily jumping through the window and landing in the center of the room. The thieves all looked right at him, and ran for the door. "Not just anyone can jump through a window with that much flair," Robin joked. "Let's head em off at the door," Batgirl said, running to the edge of the roof. She latched herself to a pipe with some rope and repelled down the building, with Robin not far behind. Batgirl hit the ground and took off running to the back exit of the building, where the thieves would likely exit. Robin hit just after her, and took off to the front. Robin rounded the corner and saw one of the guys running out the front door. He gave chase and eventually caught up with him, tackling the man in mid-air. Robin quickly got up, as did the burglar. Robin crouched in a fighting stance as the man took a swing at him. Robin grabbed his fist and twisted it hard, hearing the man's elbow break as he did so. The man fell to his knees and screamed in agony. Robin kicked him hard in the face, knocking him unconscious. He lifted the man's body up over his head and carried him back to the scene of the crime, where he saw Barbara tying up the other three. Robin threw the man on his shoulder next to the others. Barbara added him to the pile. "Where's Batman?" she asked, wiping her hands together, quite pleased with herself. "I though he was with you," Robin said, baffled. "Oh shit," They said simultaneously. They ran back into the building quickly, calling out his name repeatedly. "Batman!" Robin shouted over and over again. "Oh my god! Tim over here!" Batgirl called out in horror. Tim ran to her side and gasped and what laid before him. Batman was lying in a pool of blood, clutching his stomach tightly. "Get me to the batcave," Batman said shakily, barely able keep his eyes open. "Shit, grab his legs," Tim commanded. Batgirl complied, lifting Batman into her arms. "Where is the batmobile?" Barbara asked. "About a block or two from here," Robin responded. They carried Batman out of the store and out onto the street. The nearly ran to the batmobile, struggling to keep Batman in the air the whole way. "You're going to be just fine," Barbara said to Bruce, trying to comfort him. "It's right back here," Robin said, turning down a dark alley. They ran through the darkness, Barbara having no idea where she was going because of the lack of light. "Doors," Robin said. A sound of hydraulics filled the air and from the darkness, Barbara saw the batmobile, its door sliding open slowly. "Get his legs in first," Barbara said. "OK," replied Robin, rotating Batman so she could slide in his legs. "OK," slowly set him down," Barbara directed as Tim laid Batman gently into the back seat of the car.. "He's in, let's go," Robin said frantically. He jumped up into the front seat and started the car. "You coming?" "Me?" Barbara questioned. "Yes you, now come on," Robin urged. "I really shouldn't," she said nervously. She really didn't want to go to the batcave without Batman saying so himself. He was very anal that way. "Just come on," Robin said impatiently. Barbara thought about it for a second and realized that Tim wouldn't leave with out her, so she jumped in the car. "Fine, let's go," she said. They drove for what seemed like hours, Batman moaning and groaning in pain the whole time. Barbara was really starting to get worried about Bruce's condition. He didn't sound good and the longer he went without treatment, the worse he was going to get. "Who will fix him up when we get there?" Barbara questioned. "Alfred will," Tim said casually. He didn't seem to be too worried anymore. Barbara was almost annoyed by his calmness. "How much longer?" Barbara asked impatiently. "Give it a second," Robin said, chuckling slightly. Suddenly, Robin swerved off the road and headed down on a narrow path through the woods. Straight ahead was a large piece of rock. "You might want to turn," Barbara said. "No I don't," Robin said wryly. He pushed a button on the console and the rock began to slide apart slowly. "Cool," commented Barbara. The car flew through the boulder and down a long corridor, before finally winding up in a large, open room, which quickly flooded with light as they entered it. The car came to a halt and Robin quickly jumped out. Barbara sat in the car for a moment, taking in the beauty of the batcave. "Come on," Robin said, lifting Batman from the back seat. "Sorry," Barbara said. She jumped from the car and assisted Robin in carrying Batman to a table on the far end of the cave. "Oh dear! What happened?" Alfred gasped as he walked into the cave. "Bruce got shot, I think," Robin said. "You think?" Alfred questioned. "He's bleeding from his stomach," Robin said, moving aside as Alfred walked by him. "Oh my!" Alfred said, "Come then, help me get this suit off of him." "Sure," Robin said solemnly. He and Barbara helped Alfred slide the body armor off of Bruce before he made them leave. "You'll only be in my way," Alfred said, they both knew it was true, so they left the room. And wandered through the cave. "Want some coffee?" Tim asked as he pulled the mask from his eyes and deposited it onto the ground carelessly. "Sure," Barbara said, doing the same, only keeping her mask in her hand. "First, I have to get out of this suit, so just give me a minute," Robin said, taking off his cape next. "Me too," Barbara said. "We have some clothes you can change into if you like," Robin said. "No, I'm fine like this," she said, "Is there a bathroom in here somewhere?" "Yeah, follow me," he said. He led her through the cave and up a flight of stairs to a door, which turned out to be the back of a giant grandfather clock in Wayne Manor. "Nice house," Barbara said. "Too big," Tim sighed, "I get lost a lot." They both laughed momentarily, before continuing through the living room. "The bathroom is the first door on the left," Robin said, pointing down a hallway. "Thanks," Barbara said. She walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. This bathroom was bigger than her living room. "I wish I was this rich," she said to herself. Barbara carefully removed her suit, placing each piece of it on the counter as she removed it. When she was done, she was clad only in a pair of tight fitting cotton shorts and a cotton sports bra. The shorts came to her mid thigh, so she felt comfortable wearing them outside, and the sports bra wasn't too revealing either. Barbara splashed some water on her faced and grabbed her clothes and went back out to the living room where Tim was sitting on the couch drinking some coffee. He had removed his suit as well, and didn't put anything else on either. He wore only a pair of boxer shorts, leaving his muscular top half naked. She gasped softly when she saw him. She never realized he was that built. She found herself oddly turned on by him. Even though Tim was in the same year of college as she was, she always found him a lot younger than herself. It was mainly because he was always with Batman. And next to Batman, anyone looks like a kid. But now, Barbara began to appreciate Tim's virile young body. "Your coffee's on the table over there," Tim said, pointing to the table in front of her. "Thanks," she said softly, still staring at his massive frame. Tim looked up at Barbara for the first time, almost dropping his cup when he did. "Wow!" he said. "Excuse me?" Barbara said in that wonderful feminist tone. "I was expecting you to have more clothes on, that's all," Tim said. He stared quite obviously at her near naked body, running his eyes up her long, smooth legs, to her flat stomach and over her enormous breasts until finally reaching her beautiful face, her green eyes staring back at him with a disappointed look in them. "You could be less obvious you know," Barbara said, disgusted with him. She like the fact that he was enjoying her body, but she didn't like the way he was doing it. "I'm sorry, you just look really good," Tim said in awe. "Thank you, but could please stop staring?" she asked. "Admiring," Tim corrected her. "Oh." she said, acting as though he had just enlightened her. "OK, I'm done," Tim said, taking his eyes off her body and directing them to her face. "That's better," she said. She lifted her coffee off the table and sipped it, almost spitting out what was in her mouth, "Jesus christ! How much sugar is in here?" "Not much," Tim said. "Let me taste yours," she said, walking over to him and grabbing his cup from his hand. "Bleck! This is worse!" "I didn't put nearly as much into yours as I did into mine" Tim said, giggling slightly at Barbara face. "How can you drink that?" she asked. "I don't know, I just do," he said. Barbara took a seat next to Tim, leaning her head back far and sighing. "I'm really tired," she sighed. "Me too," Tim said, sipping more from his cup. Then they heard someone coming up the stairs from the batcave. They both ran to the clock and waited. The sounds got closer and then the wall opened, Alfred stepping into the room carefully. "How is he?" Tim asked desperately. "He is fine," Alfred said calmly. "Can we see him?" Barbara inquired. "No, he needs his rest. Why don't you wait until morning?" Alfred rationalized. "Fine," Tim said. He walked back over to the couch and sat down again. Barbara followed suit, sitting next to him once again. "Who's are these?" Alfred asked, holding up Tim's suit. "Sorry," Tim said, taking the clothes from Alfred. "And these?" Alfred asked, holding up Barbara's suit. "Sorry," Barbara said, taking the clothes from his hand. "You already fit in perfectly," Alfred joked to her. "Well, I'm going to bed," Tim said, standing up and yawning. "Me too," Barbara added. "I'll show you to your room then ma'am," Alfred said. "No, I can do it. It's on my way up anyway," Tim said, motioning for Barbara to follow him up stairs. She got up from her chair and bid Alfred goodnight before following Tim through the hall. "Here it is," Tim said, opening a door and turning on the light. Barbara looked in and saw a huge room, twice the size of her apartment, all to herself. "Thank you very much," Barbara smiled. "If you need anything, I'm right across the hall," Tim said, "Goodnight." "One last thing," Barbara said. "What is that?" Tim asked. "This," Barbara said. She reached up onto her tip toes and gave Tim a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," Tim staggered, surprised by her actions, "But don't I get anymore for being cute?" he joked. "Almost forgot," Barbara responded. She reached up again, but this time, she kissed him full on the lips and wrapped her hands around his neck. Tim grabbed her waist gently with his hands, pulling her closer. Their kiss lasted a few minutes or so, both of them groping and feeling the other. "I'm that cute, huh?" Tim joked as he released his lips from Barbara's. "And then some," Barbara joked, wiping the lipstick from his lips. "Well, I'm headed to bed now," Tim said, giving Barbara one last kiss before walking across the hall to his room. "Don't I get to spend night with you?" Barbara asked as Tim turned the knob of his door. He spun around quickly and saw Barbara standing there, smiling beautifully at him. "You mean that?" Tim asked, making sure before he continued. "You tell me," Barbara said, lifting her bra over her head and tossing it into her room. Her pert breasts rolled out into the light. Tim stared at the big round nipples as they jiggled wonderfully. Barbara was usually not this forward with men, but Tim seemed different. She wanted him like she had never wanted anyone before. Though at the time she didn't like him staring at her, she was now feeling very horny because of it. She now liked that Tim was looking at her, mainly because she thought he was so attractive, and to have an attractive person be attracted to you is a wonderful feeling. Tim said nothing, just grabbed Barbara in his arms and kissed her passionately. Barbara responded with her tongue, swirling it gently in his mouth. His hands carefully felt their away across Barbara's naked torso. Barbara whimpered softly when he found her breast, pinching the nipple delicately under his fingers. "That feels great," Barbara giggled into Tim's mouth. "Why don't we finish this on the bed?" Tim suggested. Looking rather happy now, Barbara pulled Tim over to the bed. She flopped back onto it and giggled loudly. "Having fun?" Tim asked. "I'll be having more in a minute," Barbara said naughtily, pointing her head at Tim's growing erection. "I hope so," Tim said, pulling his shorts down to his ankles. His boner popped free from its restraints, pointing directly to Barbara's smiling face. "Bring that here," Barbara said, beckoning him with her finger. Tim walked to the bed and sat down next to her, grabbing her in his arms and kissing her erotically. Barbara broke from Tim's lips and laid back on the bed, lifting her ass into the air so Tim could remove her shorts. He reached out and gripped the cotton shorts and pulled them from her thighs, revealing her neatly trimmed red bush. Lovingly, Tim kissed his way up Barbara's body, paying special attention to her tits. "You're so beautiful," Tim said to her, feeling kind of lame afterwards. Luckily, Barbara didn't even hear him, she was moaning far too loudly. "Oh Tim! Fuck me please!" she moaned. Tim looked up from her chest and right into her eyes. They stared at one another for a moment before Tim situated himself between Barbara's legs. In one quick movement, Tim was deep inside of Barbara, her juices allowing him to slide in easily. The next five minutes were comprised of Tim's long hard strokes and Barbara's siren like cries. The feeling Tim was giving her was unlike any other she had ever felt, or maybe it had just been so long since she had had sex with anyone but herself that she forgot what a man felt like. No matter what it was though, Barbara knew she was going to climax soon because of it, and she loved it. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" she cried. Tim complied and sped up. He listened to the sound of his balls slapping hard against Barbara's ass as he pumped her harder than he thought possible. Though focusing mainly on his dick's actions, Tim still took the time to kiss Barbara's heaving tits from time to time, sending her into a fury of shivers and soft moans. The thought of pregnancy flashed quickly through Tim's mind as he unloaded his seed into Barbara's womb. He shot only once before pulling out and spraying the rest across her stomach. Barbara hardly noticed until she felt Tim collapse on the bed next to her. She was too preoccupied with her own pleasure to realize that Tim was totally spent now. "That was so great baby," Barbara said lovingly while running her hands through Tim's hair. He raised his head slightly off the pillow. "Yes it was," he said, collapsing once again to the bed. Tim didn't want to be a stereotypical male and fall asleep directly after sex, something he usually gets around, but this time it was too powerful. There was nothing that could have stopped him from falling asleep right then. Barbara got up from the bed and searched around the room for something to clean herself up with. She hoped to find something in the closet, and she did, the bathroom. Grabbing a towel, Barbara cleaned herself off and thought about what just happened. She grinned. Even though Tim was asleep in the other room, she still found him wonderful as a lover. She wished he were still awake, to hold her, to touch her, but he wasn't. Barbara only found this trivial now. He was so great in bed, who cared if he fell asleep afterward. Barbara crept silently back into the room, shutting the bathroom door quietly. She crawled into bed next Tim, kissing him on the cheek as she did so. "Good night," she whispered. Her arm came to rest across his chest and she sank slowly into a beautiful dreamscape. ~ "Wake up beautiful," was the first thing Barbara heard when she awoke. She opened her eyes groggily and saw Tim lying next to her brushing the hair from her face gently. "What time is it?" Barbara asked sleepily. "Seven o'clock, your class doesn't start for two hours," he said softly, caressing her face gently. "Good, more time to spend here with you," she said, smiling and placing her hand on top of Tim's, guiding it across her face smoothly. "I'm sorry I fell asleep so quickly, it's just that you took so much out of me," Tim laughed. Barbara joined in Tim's laughter before grabbing the sides of his face and kissing him softly. "That's for last night, and this is for being darned cute," Barbara said, disappearing under the covers. Tim was about to lift the blankets to see where she had gone when he suddenly felt her wet lips encircle his flaccid dick. Thoughts reminiscent of the night before flashed through Tim's head. If nothing else, Barbara was a wonderful cock sucker. "Oh that feels so good," Tim mouthed, the words barely escaping his lips. He felt his erection grow to its full length, expanding within Barbara's skillful mouth. She was almost gagging from the size, but she kept it under control, sucking him in and out skillfully, giving him more pleasure than he thought possible from a blow job. Then, as quickly as it had started, it ended. Barbara appeared once again next to Tim in the bed, giving him a little kiss as she resurfaced, but her hand stayed firmly wrapped around his cock. "That was so good, please don't stop," Tim begged. "I don't plan on it, I'm just taking a quick break," she said. Barbara laid there motionless for a few seconds before jumping up and throwing the covers from the bed. Before Tim knew what was going on, Barbara mounted him gracefully, resting her hands on his chest. It took Tim a few seconds to realize what he was now doing, but when he finally did, he did it well. He took Barbara by the waist and started thrusting upward violently, slamming his prick deep into her. Barbara matched each of his thrusts with an equally forceful downward movement. The sound of their flesh slapping together rang throughout the house, as did their urgent cries of passion. ~ "It seems as though Master Tim has found himself a new friend," Alfred said dryly to Bruce, who was sitting next to him at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. "How lucky for him," Bruce said, laughing to himself. ~ "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck me harder!" Barbara cried out as she threw her head back and let her orgasm course through her. She hadn't climaxed from just plain sex in years. "I'm with you baby," Tim said, pulling her off of him just in time to shoot his load across her stomach, watching a little drip on him. Barbara smiled and giggled softly as she bent over to kiss Tim. He had the same grin on his face. ~ "Bruce!" Tim said, running down the stairs at this sight of his mentor, alive and walking. "Good morning Tim," Bruce said modestly. "So you're OK?" Tim asked, knowing the obvious answer. "Yes, I'm fine. So where's your new friend?" Bruce asked, almost laughing as he did so. "You mean Barbara?" Tim asked, blushing slightly. "Who else? I could hear you all the way down here," Bruce laughed, patting Tim on the back heartily. "Thanks," Tim said, taking it as a compliment, but still blushing profusely. "Good morning guys," Barbara said cheerfully, walking into the kitchen wearing one of Tim's shirts and pair of his boxer shorts. "Nice attire," Bruce commented. Barbara spun around and looked at Bruce, who was smiling uncontrollably. Then she looked at Tim who was blushing terribly. "Oh God," Barbara said bashfully. The covered her face with her hands and sat down at the table, embarrassed beyond belief. "Well, I have to go now. See you tonight Tim. And I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of you Miss Gordon," Bruce smiled as he grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door. "Oh my god," Barbara repeated over and over again. "It's OK honey," Tim said, sitting down next to her and putting an arm on her shoulders. "I just feel so cheap now," Barbara said shamefully. "Why?" Tim wondered. "Because Bruce knew we had sex, I just feel so cheap, like I was that obvious that he heard us," Barbara said, burying her head into Tim's shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed, so he heard us. Who cares?" Tim said. "I care! I always tried to uphold this good girl image to everyone, and now." "You destroyed that image last night in my mind," Tim joked. Barbara laughed a little. "I just hope he doesn't tell anyone, it's going to be bad enough having to face him, but all of his friends too," Barbara said. "Bruce wouldn't tell anyone," Tim paused for a moment, "Is it that bad let someone know that we had sex? Are you ashamed?" "No it's not you," Barbara assured Tim, "It's just the sex in general. I don't like to be looked at as a slut." "But you're not," Tim comforted her. The two didn't say another word. Tim just held her in his arms. Batman and Robin 2 It has been two weeks since Tim and Barbara's night together. Since then, they have started dating. Batgirl has also been out with Batman and Robin a lot lately. Barbara got used to Bruce knowing about her and Tim, and it didn't seem to bother her much anymore. She just accepts it. "Where is my bra?" Barbara asked to a still half asleep Tim. "I have no clue," Tim said, rolling over in bed and putting a pillow over his head. "I can't leave without my bra and I have a class in half an hour," Barbara yelled at him. She looked frantically through the room, throwing things a side in the process. "You don't have to have a bra," Tim said, knowing she would insist that she did. "Yes I do," she said firmly. "Whatever." "Here it is!" she shouted, from under the bed, "Good bye honey, see you tonight," she said, kissing Tim on the cheek and racing out the door. She had learned to navigate her way through Wayne Manor quite well in these past few weeks. "Tim, your breakfast is getting cold," Alfred said from the doorway. "I'll be down in a minute," Tim mumbled from under his pillow. "Yes sir," Alfred spoke, walking back down to the kitchen. He turned on the stove and reheated Tim's bacon and eggs just Tim came down the stairs, rubbing his eyes. "Morning Alfred," Tim said groggily, falling lazily into his chair. "Good Morning Tim, did you sleep well, or whatever it is you do in there," Alfred spoke wryly. It was a joke, but Alfred said it so seriously, that one could never tell. "Yes I did, thank you very much," Tim said, glaring at Alfred as he set his plate down in front of him and left the room. Tim pulled the paper across the table and began to read it as he hungrily devoured his meal. He saw an article that caught his eye. "World's biggest ruby to be shipped into Gotham today," he spoke aloud to make sure he was reading it right. He wondered why the papers printed such valuable information, it only helped the criminals out. He hoped Bruce had read the article as well. It said the ruby would arrive at the museum at 4:00 this afternoon. He looked at his watch. It was a little before noon. Tim quickly finished his breakfast and headed for the batcave. To Tim's surprise, Bruce was already down in the cave, and not at work. He was reading something on the computer. "Are you worried about the ruby coming In today too," Tim asked as he walked over to Bruce. "Yeah, right now I'm trying to decide who would have the most gain from it, so we can know who to be prepared for," Bruce said, staring with a perplexed look at the screen. "Who have you got so far?" Tim inquired. "The Joker, Catwoman, The Penguin , Two-Face, anyone really," Bruce said, slamming his hands down in frustration. He ran his hand agonizingly through his hair. "Well, let's go check it out!" Tim yelled in his 'Let's go kick some ass!' voice. "That is probably our best option right now," Bruce concluded, standing from his chair. He and Tim walked into the next room, dawning their costumes for their little excursion. ~ "See anything over there?" Robin asked, obviously frustrated as he hung his head low and dropped his binoculars to his side. He and Batman hung up high in the rafters of the museum. From where they were, they were able to see outside to the loading docks below. "Nothing yet, but then again, the ruby has not arrived yet," Batman replied. "They're late," Robin noted. According to his watch, it was already 4:15. "Here they come," Batman said, motioning for Robin to follow him down to the floor of the room. "The ruby or the bad-guys?" Robin asked as they climbed to the floor. "Both," Batman said, throwing open the door to the loading docks . Robin followed quickly behind. As he rounded the corner, Robin saw something he found highly ironic. The workers were cowering in the truck, as Catwoman and the Joker fought over ownership of the ruby. "I was here first clown," Catwoman growled as she swung her foot at the smiling man. "Too bad, kitty, It's mine," the Joker said, dodging her leg and countering with a wild swing of his tightly clenched fist. "You're out of your league clown," Catwoman said, connecting her fist with the Joker's jaw. He cringed to the ground, blood spurting from the wound inside of his mouth which the punch had opened. She gave the Joker a swift, hard kick to the face, knocking him unconscious instantly. "Give it up Selina," Batman said, making his presence known to the feline. "Shit, what are you doing here," Catwoman pouted. "We're here to stop you," Robin broke, sounding corny as usual. Catchy dialogue wasn't his strong point. "Now you wouldn't do something like that, now would you?" she asked sexily. "Give up now, I don't want to take you forcefully," Batman tried to reason. "Well, I guess," she said, walking closer to Batman. Robin stood about five feet behind him, his hand on a throwing star stuck in his belt, ready to throw it as soon as Catwoman tried something funny. "Slowly," Batman urged, Catwoman creeping towards him seductively. Batman knew she had something planned, she would never give up this easily, and he was ready for her. Luckily. As she came within a few feet of Batman, Catwoman pulled her whip from behind her back and lashed him across the chest, exposing the naked flesh of his chest. A few drops of blood even dribbled out. "You bitch," Robin screamed, launching his throwing star at her. Being as nimble as she is, Catwoman jumped out of the way and even had time to laugh at his futile attempts to harm her. "You can't stop me junior," Catwoman said, drawing her whip back, ready to strike. Behind her, the Joker regained consciousness, seeking revenge. He quickly drew his gun and fired. Being the maniac he is, he shot the gas tank of the truck, blowing it to small pieces. Catwoman was thrown from her feet, landing on top of Batman, who also was on the ground. The drivers weren't so lucky. They became crispy critters. As for the Joker, he ran away laughing, just pleased that someone at least died for his troubles. And the ruby, still in one piece, as it was stored safely in a solid steel case. "Are you OK?" Robin asked, running to his fallen mentor's side. "I'm fine, but Selina." Batman looked down at the woman in his arms. She had blood streaming down her forehead, coming from a cut on her scalp. "What should we do with her?" Robin asked. "Take her home, make sure she is OK," Batman concluded. "Why don't we just drop her off at a hospital?" "The cops will get her then." "And what is wrong with that?" "She is just a lost soul, she is good, if given chance to be." "You still have a thing for her, don't you?" Robin laughed disgustedly. "Let's get out of here," Batman said, picking Selina up in his arms and heading for the batmobile. They left behind the blazing inferno that five minutes ago was a truck and two nice drivers with families. All of it gone. ~ "Where am I?" Selina said drearily. Her head throbbed terribly, blurring her vision. She didn't recognize her surroundings, so she assumed someone had taken her captive. She prayed it wasn't the Joker. Oh how she loathed that man. She clutched her head and attempted to get up, but fell back down to the bed quickly. "Well, look who's awake," Batman sighed as he walked to Selina's bedside. "Who is that?" Selina asked, reaching her hand out in his direction. "It's me," Batman said, wanting her to find out for herself. Selina found the figure that stood in front of her with her hand. She ran it across his stomach and stopped as she hit his utility belt. "It's you," she said spitefully. "You have a serious wound on your head. It would be to your benefit to stay lying down," Batman suggested. "Why do you care about me?" Selina asked. "Because, Selina, I think you're a good person still," Batman said, "You just need a little push towards a new life." "And you think you're going to give me that push?" she said arrogantly. "I'd like to try," Batman said. "What is It with you Wayne? You think that you can change me? You think you are some high and powerful man that can do what he wants? You're wrong," Selina threw at him. "Just hear me out," Bruce tried to clam her down. "No, I don't think you understand," Selina said, clenching her fist tight, ready to strike. She stood up to lunge at Bruce, but her dizziness got the better of and sent her flying to the floor. "Careful now," Bruce said, picking her up from the floor and placing her back on the bed. She felt sleepy now, so she closed her eyes. She felt Bruce kiss her on the forehead just as she slipped into a peaceful slumber. ~ Selina dreamed of wonderful things during her little nap. She thought of being rich, of having it all. And also in her dream, she saw herself with Bruce Wayne as her lover. She had always thought he was cute, but so did every other woman in Gotham City. She knew he was attracted to her, but she just never thought anything of it, he was rich and famous, and Batman. She was a wanted felon, middle class, and the Catwoman. They just never fit together in her mind. But now after the concern Bruce had shown before she fell asleep, Selina thought that maybe there was a chance for them. Then conscious began to flood into her head, and soon she was opening her eyes. She was no longer in the batcave, but in a Victorian style bedroom, one of the many in Wayne Manor. There was a glass of water and some aspirin on the table next to her. She downed the aspirin quickly, leaving the water untouched. "Well look who's up," Tim said, walking in the room with a big grin on his face. "Screw off junior," Selina said bitterly. She was in no mood to deal with him. "That's no way to talk to the people who were nice enough to save your life and give you a place to stay," Tim smirked. "What do you want?" Selina demanded. "I was coming up to make sure you weren't dead or anything, but you seem to be doing fine." "Yeah, I'm fine, now please leave me be." "Fine, I'll see you at dinner then," Tim said happily, loving to piss her off. "Whatever." Selina said, throwing her head back into the pillow. She sighed and nodded off once more. Selina was woken by Bruce tapping her on the shoulder. He led her down to the dining room, where Tim and Barbara sat at the table. Selina had a little bit of trouble walking at first, but nothing too bad. "Don't we just look so happy tonight?" Tim mocked. Selina gave him the stare of death, her eyes blazing though him like he was nothing. "Leave her alone Tim," Bruce jumped in, not wanting Selina to jump up on the table and behead his faithful sidekick. "Yeah, play nice with the other little girls and boys," Barbara joked. Selina gave her the next evil glare. "You play nice too," Bruce said to Selina and Barbara. ~ Dinner went slow. No one really spoke too much. Bruce would try to make conversation, but he would only receive quick answers that resulted in nothing. Selina just stared around the table, sizing everyone up, more or less. She came to the conclusion that Barbara and Tim were sleeping together, just by the way they looked at each. She also concluded that Bruce was genuinely concerned with how she felt, and that comforted Selina strangely. She felt at peace for the first time a long time. "Would you like me to help you back up to your room?" Bruce asked politely. Selina set down her wine glass and nodded, a smile streaking across her face. She placed her hand in Bruce's and rose to her feet. She gripped onto his shoulder tightly as they made their way through the house. She knew she could walk fine, but she liked the attention, and that fact that Bruce was willing to do this for her. "Here you are," Bruce said, helping Selina into her bed. "Thanks so much for all of this Bruce," she sighed as she situated herself into her bed. "I'm glad to see you're finally beginning to appreciate all of this," Bruce replied, pleased with Selina's new attitude. "I'd even like to repay in some way," Selina smiled slyly. "Oh, and how is that? Not with stolen money I hope," Bruce joked, but Selina didn't laugh. She just continued her sly smile. Bruce's experience told him something was wrong, but before he could react, Selina lunged for him, but instead of attacking him, she kissed him, deeply, passionately. At first, Bruce was taken aback, but now he was into it, wrapping tongue around Selina's and stroking her long, black hair. "Was that satisfactory?" Selina whispered into Bruce's ear after pulling her lips away. "Definitely," Bruce nodded. Though Selina had stopped, Bruce wasn't about to. He had dreamed of this for so long and now he was so close. He couldn't just let it end. So he began kissing down Selina's neck, licking and sucking little moans out of her. Selina wanted this to continue, but she wasn't sure how Bruce was going to react, but now it seemed he was fine with it. Selina wasted no time, throwing her shirt to the floor. She wore no bra, so Bruce had perfect access to her ample tits. Showing no hesitation, Bruce began to suckle sweetly on one of Selina's breasts. She put her hand under it and lifted it closer to Bruce's mouth, reveling in the pleasure that his tongue was bringing her. The minutes went by and Bruce kept his lips on Selina's sensitive little nubs. She moaned happily, and combed her fingers through Bruce's hair. The sheer joy of having someone to talk to was thrilling Selina, but now she had someone who could talk to her and make love to her, so she was rather pleased with the moment. That, and the fact that Bruce was licking so wonderfully, that Selina could already feel herself getting a tad wet. "Oh Bruce," she cried out, "Make love to me now!" Bruce didn't say a word, just pulled himself away from Selina and pulled off his pants quickly. His cock fell from its restraints and stared directly at Selina, who was now licking her lips, just waiting to get him in her. She motioned him with her finger, wanting him closer to her. Bruce obliged at stepped up to Selina as she splayed her legs wide for him, pulling the rest of her clothes off as well. Bruce stared gloriously at the thatch of blonde hair between Selina's legs, knowing he would know what it felt like all too soon. "Oh god! Just put it in me now!" Selina cried at the sight of Bruce's more than average cock. It was standing up straight, just waiting for its journey inside of her. Bruce stepped up to Selina and grabbed her thighs with his hands as he positioned his prick in front of Selina's drooling hole. With one quick motion, Bruce was inside of her, which gave Selina a great needing to scream out in ecstasy. Bruce pushed and slammed himself into Selina, feeling her buck under his ministrations. His legs began to tire from the pressure that was on them, so he eased himself on top of Selina gently, making sure not to stop his rhythm in the process. Selina needed this so badly. It had been so long. It wasn't long before Bruce felt himself coming close to his finale. Bruce wanted it to last longer, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. "Uggghhh!!!" Bruce muttered. Selina clenched her pelvic muscles tight around Bruce's spurting cock. She felt his warmth flood inside of her. "Ohhh!!!" she screamed. She loved the feeling of a guy cumming inside her. Bruce loved cumming. It all worked out for the better. Bruce rolled off of his new found lover and flopped down on his back next to her. Selina nuzzled her head into his shoulder and threw her arm over his chest, smiling brightly the whole time. Bruce wrapped his arm around her shoulder and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead. "So are you really going to turn over a new leaf?" Bruce asked. "For you, anything," Selina said, rubbing her hand slowly over Bruce's soft penis. THE END

COMPUTER FLIRT by Taria for Anne and Kim two women who Know What They Like and How They Like It ------------------------------------------------------- Alicia made a moue at the computer, glowering at it as she chewed on a stray tendril of hair. "Don't do that," said her friend Diana, swatting her on the shoulder. "You'll split the ends. Why so grumpy, sweetie?" Alicia sat back in her chair and stretched out her legs in front of her. "It's this damn America Online. I've been trying to sign on for ten minutes already." Diana moved behind her and began to massage her stiff shoulders and her neck. "Have you tried another access number? I have two others set up at 'New Location,' on the bottom--" She trailed off as she heard Alicia growling deep in her throat. "Okay. So you knew that. But really. I could think of so many better ways you could be spending your time than sitting in front of the computer. For instance, we could--" She was interrupted by the loud "boop-beep" of the modem's latest dialing attempt. Then suddenly there was a "click" instead of a busy signal, and then the familiar crackling and shushing of a successful connection. "All riiiight!" Alicia crowed, and she leaned forward to grab the mouse as the screens piled up atop each other: "Connected", "Channels", and finally "Welcome DiAli". Quick as a wink Alicia clicked on the big box that said "People Connection." "C'mon, c'mon..." she muttered, bouncing her knee impatiently. "Member Rooms, Member Rooms...hurry up!" "Hey," said Diana. "What's the deal here? You turn into a chat junkie while I wasn't looking? I thought you always said that was stupid!" "Well, yeah," Alicia responded. "I did, but that was only all those guys and their endless IM's. You know--'Hey babe, 24M here, looking for action. Wanna cyber?' That kinda stuff." She was clicking busily as she spoke, her eyes scanning the screens that unfolded before her. Diana looked closely at her. "So what's different tonight?" Alicia stopped clicking and scanning, and turned to look at Diana. "Promise you won't get mad." Diana looked back at her, puzzled. "Hmmm. All right. I promise. But what's so bad you think I'd get mad?" Alicia looked away, a blush starting in her cheeks. "Well, you see...remember that night you had to work late? And you left me here alone for a while until you got back?" Diana chuckled. "You mean that night last week when I tried to call you and got a busy signal for an hour and a half?" Alicia blushed a little brighter. "Yeah. Well, the busy signal was 'cause I was online. On that screen name we set up." Diana smiled. "You're kidding," she said sarcastically. "I never would've guessed. And by 'that screen name' you mean this one. DiAli." Alicia nodded. "Right. The one we created to use together. The one that's for both of us." Diana rubbed Alicia's shoulders softly. "What happened?" Alicia looked back at the screen. "I don't know how it got out of hand. I was just cruising around, and then I started flirting, and then one thing led to another..." She trailed off. Diana moved around until she was in front of Alicia, and knelt until she could look into her face. "Do you mean...you met someone?" she asked, in a quiet voice. Alicia raised her eyes and looked at her sharply. "No! I mean yes. I mean--" Diana frowned in puzzlement, and then laughed aloud as she figured out what Alicia meant. "You mean you cybered! You chatted and flirted and then one thing led to another..." Alicia nodded, blushing furiously now. "So you finally had cyber sex!" Diana proclaimed. "It's about time you popped your cherry! I was wondering when that would happen. So how was he?" Alicia was quiet. Diana narrowed her eyes. "You mean..." Alicia looked away again, and softly said "that's right. It was a she." Diana giggled. "That's what you were scared to tell me? Didja really think I'd be mad?" Alicia nodded again. "Aw, don't be silly. 'Sides, lots of the 'girls' out there are really guys, anyway." This time it was Alicia that giggled. "I know--aren't they awful?! I got propositioned by at least five of 'em...There was a Bi69Girl, and someone named Hot18Bi, I think...Yuck!" Diana laughed. "So how do you know this one was for real? Give her the 'Panty Size' test?" Alicia chuckled and looked at her for a moment. "So this is no big thing? You're OK with this?" Diana smiled and tickled the back of Alicia's neck until the seated girl scrunched up her shoulders out of ticklishness. "Of course, ya goof," she said. "And that probably explains why you're in such a hurry to get online tonight." Alicia blushed again, and resumed clicking the mouse. "Well...yeah. Kim said she'd be on tonight, and so I said I'd look for her." Diana got behind Alicia and began to massage her shoulders again, beginning at the outer curves, and then beginning to move further up and in toward her neck again. "Kim's a nice name," she said. "Oh, she's great," Alicia responded as she moused about. "You'll just love her. She's funny, and sexy, and...where IS she, anyway?" Diana leaned down until her chin rested on Alicia's shoulder. "Try locating her online," she murmured, and pointed at the tool bar at the top of the screen. "Oh, I'm such a doofus," said Alicia as she moved the mouse. Within moments the computer told them that "KimQ" was signed on and ensconced in a Member Chat Room called "curiousbiF4F." After several minutes of repeated clicking, Alicia managed to tease the computer into letting them into the room, which was packed full of curious biF's. Or at least some reasonable facsimile thereof. With their heads close together, they watched the words appear on the screen. ------You are in room "curiousbiF4F"------- Pam18: Sure is quiet in here 18JeriBi: yeah sure is quitest room anywhere I thimk 18JeriBi: think BIGROD: HEY AL YUO LADIES I AM HERE ANY FINE LADIES WANNA CYBRE Candi18f4f: LOL Jeri "Eeeewww," said Alicia. "Maybe we oughtta get Kim's attention somehow." "You could try saying 'Hi' to everybody," said Diana. "That's usually a good opening gambit." "Hmmmm..." said Alicia. "Sounds like you're not totally new at this yourself." Diana chuckled. "You'll have to work harder than that to find out my secrets, dear." Alicia chuckled too, and then started to type. DiAli: hi room They waited expectantly. 18JeriBi: Hi DiAli Pam18: Hi DiAli BIGROD: HEY ANY FINE LADIES WANNA CYBER TYPE 1 RIGHT NOW Pam18: 1 Candi18f4f: 1 Alicia sighed. Diana said "well maybe we could -- look!" The screen now said: KimQ: {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ALI}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} Alicia looked quizzical. "What's that mean?" "She's huggin' ya, babe," answered Diana. "Give her one back." DiAli: {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{KIMMY}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} KimQ: So, oyu've come back to the scene of the crime KimQ: you've DiAli: that's right I couldn't stay away from you any longer KimQ: My animal magnetsm? DiAli: i'll say! Diana giggled. "You cyberslut! Why didn't you tell me you had this in you?" KimQ: So tell me what it is you like best about me DiAli: your wit, your passion, your Pam18: Your big tits DiAli: imagination KimQ: @-->--->--- A rose for you my sweet 18JeriBi: Looking for a hot sweet F KimQ: Can i get you something else besides a rose? ;) Diana looked at Alicia, who was intent on the words scrolling down the screen. "Go for it, baby" she whispered. Alicia smiled, and began typing again. DiAli: i really dont need anything else... DiAli: ....but you KimQ: :::blushing::: DiAli: ::::wlaking over to Kim:::: DiAli: walking DiAli: ::taking Kim's chin in my soft hands, cupping it gently:: KimQ: ::::melting:::: DiAli: ::lifting the chin ever so softly...moving my face closer:: Pam18: Raming my hard cock into Kimmys wet hot pussy DiAli: ::whispering:: could we go somewhere where we could be alone DiAli: i've wanted to be with you so much since last time DiAli: somethimes i wanted you so much i could hardly breathe Diana looked closely at Alicia, watching her type. Her breath had quickened, and her knees had resumed their nervous bouncing. Diana smiled, and returned to rubbing the seated woman's shoulders. But this time her touch was gentle, more of a caress than a massage. Her hands moved beneath the neckline of Alicia's t-shirt, and her fingers brushed against warm skin. Then the two heard a small chime from the computer speakers, and Diana felt Alicia's muscles tense up as a small rectangular "Instant Message" window blinked into being at the center of the screen. KimQ: U really mean that? What u just said? Alicia typed for only a moment--"yes"--and immediately clicked on "Send." After a moment, a response appeared. KimQ: ok then. meet me in private room <kimali> asap Diana brushed Alicia's cheek with the edges of two fingers, and then followed down the curve of her jawline. "Want me to leave?" she murmured in Alicia's ear. As she typed in her instructions Alicia whispered back "no...but I should ask her..." ---------You are in room "KimAli"----------- KimQ: hi Alicia turned her head and looked at Diana. Then she turned back to the screen. DiAli: hi Kim. can i ask you something? KimQ: i'm all ears...and all yours. Shoot DiAli: is it ok if somebody else is in the room with us KimQ: ? KimQ: look. i liked last week, but im not into group cyber DiAli: lol that's not what i meant KimQ: ?! DiAli: i meant in the room with me. now. for real KimQ: well, who...hey!! is it "Di"?! DiAli: yep! 1 sec...di says hi kim KimQ: well howdy! It's nice to meet you in the flesh KimQ: so to speak Diana moved around Alicia and leaned over to reach the keyboard. DiAli: Hi, Kim--Diana here. So what have you two been up to?! KimQ: Oh little of this little of that DiAli: I bet! KimQ: ROFL well im sure its nothing compared to you two! KimQ: So whats the arrangement? are u lovers? };) DiAli: Sometimes KimQ: roomies? DiAli: Nope--in my house now, tho KimQ: lesbians? DiAli: Not exactly KimQ: Straight girls on a field trip? DiAli: LOAO... we suppose you could say that There was a pause, as if nobody knew quite what to say. Finally, more words appeared onscreen. KimQ: So...how exactly do we work this? DiAli: <---alicia...not sure--your the experts DiAli: you 2 cum up with something hehe DiAli: kim--di says its not fair your alone DiAli: but we have each other here KimQ: hmmm...actually thats not a bad idea KimQ: Ali--put Di on 1 sec DiAli: what? oh--ok--here she is KimQ: Diana? DiAli: Ready and reporting for duty, sir. Maam. KimQ: Really? i mean, would you do anything i say DiAli: Anything you say, Mistress Kim KimQ: for real? DiAli: Remember--Ali's still new at this DiAli: But I'll be happy to do as Mistress Kim DiAli: commands me to do to her-- DiAli: --if she says OK, that is ;) Alicia stared at Diana as the words appeared on the monitor. Diana turned her head to look back at her, a mischevious grin on her face. "Better not do the crime if you can't do the time, honey," she said, and their eyes locked for a long moment before they both looked toward the screen for Kim's reply. KimQ: Alright. Alicia you sit in the chair & type DiAli: im here kim KimQ: :) first rule of cyber: describe what ur wearing DiAli: ok im in a t-shirt and shorts, no socks or shoes KimQ: no good...i'm in a black silk robe & nothing else KimQ: it's hanging open & u can see the curve of my breasts KimQ: my tummy, top of my bush...i was waiting 4u KimQ: Diana-- DiAli: she says yes mistress kim KimQ: help undress Ali till she's more like me Diana looked at Alicia for a moment. "So...?" she asked. Alicia looked at the words on the screen and then back at Diana. A small smile crept across her face, and she nodded. "Uh-huh." "Sit up a little," said Diana. Alicia quickly typed a message -- "yes mstrss kim 1 sec" -- and then sat up against the chair back. The movement had the effect of thrusting her chest up and out, and as Diana moved her hands to pull off the t-shirt she massaged the outthrust mounds with her palms, moving around in circles. Right away, Alicia's nipples hardened perceptibly through the t-shirt material. The seated girl moaned softly and half-closed her eyes. "Mmmm," she said. "That's nothing," Diana replied, as she let her hands wander under the bottom of Alicia's loose-fitting T and caress her belly and bra-encased breasts. Alicia moved forward, thrusting her breasts more aggressively into Diana's hands; Diana took that opportunity to lift the t-shirt up and over Alicia's head. There was some more incidental rubbing as Diana stroked downward firmly, her hands now grasping the waistband of Alicia's shorts. Obligingly, Alicia raised her hips to allow Diana to pull the shorts down. Diana pulled, her hands tugging at not only Alicia's shorts but also her panties. The shorts, and the underwear, traveled partway over the sitting girl's hips before Diana let go of the panty's elastic waistband and removed Alicia's shorts completely. "Describe yourself to her," said Diana, in a husky voice. Alicia began to type. DiAli: kim di just pulled down my shorts & took off my shirt DiAli: i am sitting in the comp chair in just my bra DiAli: white lace, front clasp, top of my breasts showing DiAli: my nipples are hard from di touching them & rubbing DiAli: my panties are partway down my thighs, dark pubic hair DiAli: peeking out di is masaging my legs DiAli: i am spreading them wide so she can carres them inside DiAli: she asks what now mistress? Diana scrunched down on the floor beneath the computer desk and began kissing Alicia's ankles. Slowly but surely she moved up to her calves, her knees, and finally her inner thighs, alternating between soft puckered-lip kisses and light tongue licks. Unconsciously Alicia spread her legs wider, and as she kept her eyes on the screen for Kim's reply she emitted a long "mmmmmm" from deep in her throat. Then words appeared. KimQ: I am watching the two of you--a delightful sight KimQ: meanwhile I am rubbing my tits KimQ: kneading them and caressing, the hard nipples making KimQ: points in my palms...My robe is totally open now KimQ: my hands moving up and down my body, arousing me "What's she saying?" Diana asked from below, her head still between Alicia's thighs. "Read it to me." Alicia did, and as she read she could sense Diana wriggling out of her own clothes. She began to type again, reading the words aloud as she composed them. DiAli: kim im reading what you wrote out loud to di DiAli: shes undressed too i think she has nothing on As she spoke she was rewarded with a hot embrace from beneath, as Diana pushed her torso against Alicia's leg and let her unfettered breasts rub back and forth. DiAli: hehe I KNOW she has nothing on DiAli: she says what shall i do now mistress kim? Carefully Alicia shifted one foot, and then she experimentally wiggled her big toe. It seemed to be touching something fuzzy and warm, and so she rubbed up and down a little and then pushed with it. She was rewarded with a gasp from Diana, who shifted around and then pressed against the outstretched digit. Alicia giggled as she felt warm dampness, and she used as much dexterity as she could to move her toe in circles around and just inside Diana's pussy entrance. DiAli: hehe were getting a lil impatient mstrss kim DiAli: di's on the floor between my legs DiAli: i think my big toe is rubbing her pussy DiAli: she seems to be enjoying it hehe KimQ: mmmmm...i wish your toe could reach my pussy right now KimQ: ::sigh:: KimQ: OK...Ali--tell Di to remove your bra & suck yr tits Alicia read the instructions out loud to Diana, who pushed Alicia's chair away from the computer desk. She ran her hands up the outside of Alicia's thighs and then up her sides. When she reached her breasts Diana grabbed them roughly and squeezed hard, causing the sitting girl to groan loudly. Diana smiled tightly and flicked at the front clasp, opening it effortlessly. With the now-open brassiere dangling uselessly off Alicia's shoulders, Diana continued to squeeze the warm exposed globes in front of her. Then she let them go and moved her mouth in close. Diana kissed and licked, sucked and nibbled at the other woman's breasts. Alicia grabbed her friend's head in both hands and pulled her close, holding Diana tightly to her chest as the kneeling woman feasted voraciously at her bosom. Diana furiously attacked Alicia's breasts with her lips, tongue, and teeth, even as she tightly straddled Alicia's foot between her own legs. They went on this way for several minutes: Alicia moaning ecstatically beneath Diana's oral efforts, and Diana feeling her own juices beginning to flow as she rubbed her vulva up and down, up and down against Alicia's smooth silky leg. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Alicia noticed that Kim had left a new message while they'd been busy. KimQ: Hey--whats going on out there?! Alicia managed to lean in close enough to type, though she was distracted as Diana continued to manipulate her heavy breasts and engorged nipples. DiAli: ummmm...sorry kim di is doing ummmm what u said DiAli: it feels incredible...im soooo turned on DiAli: shes licking and sucking and biting my tits DiAli: i can feel how wet her pussy is and mine too KimQ: wow KimQ: Diana--STOP!!! RIGHT NOW!!! DiAli: no! aaagh!!! YOU BITCH!!!! ok she stopped happy now?!? The two women were breathing heavily, panting as they unclenched. Diana sat back on her haunches, squatting naked in front of Alicia with her back to the computer. She swallowed hard, once, and then asked "OK...what now?" Alicia licked her dry lips, and then said "here it comes." KimQ: hehehe Very good. We have to prolong this... DiAli: thats fine for you but it FELT GREAT KimQ: You'll feel better soon, I promise. Diana? DiAli: she says yes mistress KimQ: I want you to pull Ali's panties down Diana reached out gleefully. Alicia was about to help, but then she stopped. "Um...Diana?" "Uh-huh?" "Um...she says you have to do it with your teeth," Alicia giggled. "And she says after that you can do anything you like to me, but only with your mouth--no hands." Diana growled. "And she says this time I have to keep typing all the way through, no matter what. OK?" Diana mock-growled for another moment, and then said "tell her 'Yes, Mistress Kim.' But she'd better not be some kind of cybertease..." Diana placed her hands at her sides and went to work. She rubbed her cheek along Alicia's upper thigh to the point where the white elastic waistband was stretched tight against the skin. She carefully closed her teeth on the elastic--pinching some skin in the process and raising an indignant "ouch!" from Alicia--and pulled, tentatively at first. Then she moved her head across Alicia's lap, her soft hair trailing over Alicia's skin as she did so. With Alicia tilting her hips to help, Diana managed to get a grip on the other leg of the panties and yanked them down about a quarter-inch. She did this back-and-forth three times more, until the panties were midway down Alicia's thighs and a little easier to maneuver. Alicia kept typing, or at least she tried. But she kept knocking the mouse off the desk, and hitting all the wrong buttons. By this time the two women were nearly helpless with laughter. But they were close now--the sides of the panties were mostly down. Only the crotch remained stuck, wedged up at the juncture between Alicia's thighs. With shining eyes, Diana looked up at Alicia's face. "Oh, baby..." she said, tenderly. With her head, Diana nudged Alicia's legs wide apart. Then she brought her face closer and pressed it deep into Alicia's crotch. She inhaled deeply, and moved her nose and mouth against Alicia's pubic mound through the cotton fabric of her panties. Alicia sighed and skootched down further in her chair as Diana nuzzled at her sex. "Oh, yessss..." she hissed, and then typed that to Kim for good measure. Diana leaned forward until her mouth was level with the top of Alicia's panties. She clenched her teeth once more around the waistband, and began to pull downward slowly and deliberately. Her nose tickled the thicket of Alicia's pubic hair; her nostrils were filled with her friend's tangy scent. She continued to pull, her pace agonizingly slow, and looked down entranced as more and more of Alicia's dark triangle was revealed. Soon Diana's face was nearly buried in an unruly bush of curly hair, moist and fragrant from Alicia's growing arousal. She continued to pull at the panties with her teeth, and as she did so her nose touched lightly at Alicia's now-lubricated opening. Alicia moaned and rocked her hips forward. Diana's clenched teeth gritted in a broad smile, and she intentionally let the tip of her nose roam about the other girl's damp slit, dipping in and out and bumping against the hidden fold at the top where her clitoris pulsed. Alicia groaned loudly and pushed forward, trying to impale herself on her friend's nose. But Diana chuckled through her teeth and instead yanked hard at Alicia's panties until they came loose and dropped down around her ankles. Alicia lifted her hand as if to pull Diana's head deep inside her pussy, but Diana ducked her, laughing. "Na-ah!" she warned. "You keep right on typing, if you know what's good for you!" Alicia snapped her teeth but did as she was told. DiAli: my panties are on the floor now, di's between my legs KimQ: Oh, yum...what's she doing? DiAli: shes TEASING ME dammit KimQ: LOLOL how, exactly? DiAli: mmmm...shes kissing my thighs again DiAli: now shes licking me...ooo thats it...higher DiAli: o yes yes...thats it...shes almost there DiAli: i have my legs spread wide as i can DiAli: OH!!!!!! shes trying to find my pussy no hands DiAli: shes licking all round my bush DiAli: ohbaby...yeah she found my slit now DiAli: UMMUMMUMM her tong is movin insid me DiAli: OH FEels so good almost cant typr DiAli: OYES she found my cliyt KimQ: yesyesyes oooooooooooohhhhhhh DiAli: o shes sucking hard yes di lick me DiAli: o di...light tonge flicks o amazing KimQ: cuming aAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DiAli: ohjeez reading out loud to di so hot soooo DiAli: sooooooooooooo close now KimQ: STOP KimQ: STOP KimQ: STOP KimQ: STOP As Diana heard Alicia read Kim's words out loud, she stopped her rapid tongueing movements and pulled her head away from Alicia's body. She sighed regretfully, knowing that the pulsing and squeezing she'd perceived in Alicia's pussy had heralded an approaching orgasm of magnificent proportions. Meanwhile, Alicia was infuriated. She was howling and cursing at the top of her lungs, so angry she couldn't even type. "THAT FUCKING COCKSUCKING BITCH!!" she yelled in genuine anger. "JUST ONE MORE FUCKING MINUTE...!!" The sight was almost comical, as Alicia fumed on her chair, naked limbs splayed out every which way. It was also undeniably erotic. Alicia's cheeks were flushed, her body gleaming with perspiration and effort, her scent heavy in the room. Diana licked the taste of Alicia from her lips and rested on her knees once more, waiting to see what would develop next. KimQ: Ali? Alicia? KimQ: Sweetheart? Alicia watched the sentences appear onscreen, and sullenly bent forward to type. Using two fingers, she picked out one word: "what?" KimQ: Oh, youre mad DiAli: FUCKIN A im mad DiAli: i mean you came--i saw KimQ: :)) buckets DiAli: DO YOU KNOW HOW CLOSE KimQ: I bet you were about to cum your head off DiAli: I WAS??? DO YOU?!?? KimQ: Oh no, this won't work at all. Put Di on, Ali KimQ: We need you to calm down a little DiAli: Diana here, Mistress Kim KimQ: Oh, Di--what shall we do with Ali? DiAli: If you don't mind a suggestion... DiAli: Whatever it is, I'd do it soon DiAli: I think Ali's head is about to blow up KimQ: hehehe Wonderful!!! DiAli: LOL...She doesn't seem to think so! KimQ: Oh, we'll fix her...here's what you should do... "The kitchen?" Alicia cried out in disbelief. "She wants you to go to the kitchen?!? NOW???" Diana couldn't help herself -- she laughed out loud. Then she reached forward and patted her frustrated companion on the cheek. "It's OK, sweetie," she said. "I know what she's after, and I can almost guarantee that you're going to enjoy this." Then she jumped up and took off for the kitchen, leaving Alicia alone in front of the computer. DiAli: well i hope your satisfied KimQ: LOL...well, yes actually. You gave me an A+ orgasm DiAli: so...whats the deal with this kitchen business?!?!? KimQ: ::mysterious evil grin:: DiAli: at least tell me why she has to bring *2* surprises KimQ: :( don't you still love me, Ali? DiAli: ::grumpy:: not sure KimQ: Well, then. Will you at least do me one more favor? KimQ: Before I sign off to have a good cry :((( DiAli: lolol...alright already alright DiAli: what is your bidding mistress kim? KimQ: :-)))) KimQ: ok then...get out of the chair & stand up Alicia got out of the chair, shook her dangling brassiere off her shoulders, and stretched full out. She leaned forward to type on the keyboard. DiAli: ok im up now what? KimQ: well first of all, how're you standing? DiAli: ?? i dunno im just standing i guess KimQ: why don't u try standing sexy :) DiAli: <g> ok im game KimQ: step back a little from the keyboard KimQ: spread your legs as wide as u can KimQ: then bend over so u can keep typing DiAli: ok...but u know this is a perfect postion DiAli: for somebody to Alicia shrieked and jumped as she felt something ice-cold poke her from behind. "YIIIIIII!" she yelled, and then she heard a low chuckle behind her. She heard Diana say "Oh, I'm so sorry...I just couldn't resist..." She was about to turn around and give her friend a piece of her mind when more words appeared on the monitor before her eyes. KimQ: Ali? oh, I bet Di just got back DiAli: SHE GOOSED ME!! and its somthin COLD!!! KimQ: hehehe I wish I couldv'e seen your face DiAli: lol di says u should try the view from her angle KimQ: OK, Alicia...would you like to cum now? DiAli: i guess so if i must KimQ: Well, if you'd rather not... DiAli: no thats ok KimQ: I could always sign off...its been over 1 hr anyway DiAli: nonono KimQ: You sure? DiAli: yes please make me cum pleasepleasepleeeease KimQ: wellllll... DiAli: please mistress kim i want to cum DiAli: di says ive been so good i deserve it PLEASE KimQ: LOLOL OK Ali...tell Di she can have her way with u KimQ: ALL the way...but u have to tell me whats happening KimQ: Now reassume the position DiAli: ok im "standing sexy" my legs r spread DiAli: im bending waaay over my tits hanging down DiAli: i cant see what di is doing down there OOHHHHH KimQ: what? DiAli: o she must be sitting up on the floor beneath me DiAli: i feel her spreading my pussy lips apart DiAli: o wow shes using her mouth DiAli: her tongue is going up my pussy DiAli: omy she found my clit again DiAli: o o o shes licking nice n hard now DiAli: ummm thats her finegr entering me i think DiAli: o that feels good big circles inside DiAli: oyes shes still licking my button too KimQ: Mmmm...feel her eating you out...u moving yr hips DiAli: yesssss back and forth o this is sooo good DiAli: o im sooo wet now wait her fingers are stoppin DiAli: shes not licking so hard either whats she doin? DiAli: i feel wetter than before--whats that DiAli: COLDCOLDCOLD what the hell KimQ: HEHEHE cucumber?? eggplant?? DiAli: YIPE di says zucchini JESUS THATS COLD DiAli: umm shes pushing it DiAli: in DiAli: o musta used k=y or somethin, so smooth DiAli: OHHH deeper...its so cold n im so hot...o baby DiAli: o holy smokes thats incredible From between Alicia's legs, Diana chuckled. "So you like that?" she queried, as she moved the slim green zucchini in and out of Alicia's pussy in long, slow strokes. Alicia moaned in assent and rocked her hips in rhythm with Diana's motion. Diana reached up and caressed Alicia's hanging breasts, then stretched to take one in her mouth and suckle at the nipple. "Oh, this is AMAZING," Alicia gasped as she struggled to maintain enough concentration to type to Kim. "It gets better," said Diana. Holding the zucchini in Alicia's pussy with one hand, Diana scrunched down and scooted between Alicia's widespread legs. She emerged behind the moaning girl and without letting go of the zucchini managed to lurch to a standing position behind her. "Now," she whispered, "I'm gonna fuck you from behind until you cum...do you want me to do that?" "Oh, please...yes," Alicia groaned. "I wanna cum so much...please make me cum..." She bent over as far as she could, leaning on the computer desk as Diana turned the phallic vegetable round and round inside her pussy. Then Diana lightly trailed her other hand down Alicia's uncovered back, starting between her shoulder blades and continuing down her spine. Alicia shivered, and tried to focus enough to tell Kim what was occurring. KimQ: So Ali--how's it going? DiAli: o kim...shes behind me now DiAli: fucking me in & out in & out DiAli: an her other hand rubbing my back DiAli: now my waist, oh yes shes rubbing my ass DiAli: mmmmshes spreading my cheeks open and OHHHHHHHH DiAli: ithink i think that shes DiAli: thats her tongue i think DiAli: o this is awesome shes fucking me and rimming me DiAli: mmmm oh owww her fingers in me a little KimQ: mmmmm...inside your ass? DiAli: yes shes filling both my holes DiAli: o feels good yes fuck me diana DiAli: ummmm wait her fingers leaving DiAli: now somethin DiAli: something wet DiAli: OH COLD jesus fuckin H KimQ: hehehe SURPRISE #2!!! DiAli: OW ohhh pushing in DiAli: its long but its skinny DiAli: o deeper whats it--a carrot? KimQ: :-) <g> u know yr garden vegetables DiAli: oh kim this feels so good oh oh ohhhh DiAli: o shes filling me and moving and o o o KimQ: Oh, Ali, r u close? DiAli: o im gonna die this feels o wow KimQ: Cum, Ali...let me hear you cum DiAli: i cant describe oh oh ohhhhhh KimQ: yesyesyesssss cum ali Diana plunged her tools in and out of Alicia's sopping holes, thrusting deep as Alicia began to buck wildly. Alicia's breath was coming in ragged gasps -- "uh-HUNH, uh-HUNH" -- and her body shook as she rocked with Diana's thrusts. Suddenly her moans turned into screams, and Alicia slammed her hands down wildly on the computer keys. DiAli: OHCUMING DiAli: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA KimQ: OH YES CUM ALI OHBABY IM CUMMING TOO YEEEEESSSSSS Alicia's body went rigid as her orgasm hit, the deep dual penetration pushing her over the edge. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHH" she screamed as she exploded into release, her pussy and her ass clenching around the stiff hard objects that filled her. --Squeeze--squeeze--squeeze-- her apertures pulsed, with such force that Diana was amazed that the carrot and zucchini hadn't snapped in two. Alicia's grunts and sighs subsided and the tensing of her pussy and ass ceased. With great care, Diana pulled the slick vegetables out of her friend's body, sliding them out gradually until they slipped out entirely. Alicia's legs were trembling and her chest was heaving. Diana moved next to her and took the spent girl in her arms. The two women embraced, their warm bodies pressing against each other. "Here...sit down" Diana murmured, and she guided Alicia down to the carpeted floor. As Alicia sank down gratefully onto the rug, Diana hooked the computer chair with her foot and then sat down before the screen. DiAli: Hi, Kim? It's Diana--Ali's a little wasted right now KimQ: Ummmm...me too I'm afterglowing...WOW DiAli: You're not kidding! I've never seen her cum so hard KimQ: hehehe veggies really ARE good for u DiAli: Well YOU had a lot to do with it too, Mistress Kim KimQ: :))) I can't complain--I came TWICE 2nite KimQ: wait--poor Di!!! Only one who didn't!! DiAli: LOL It's OK...well worth it DiAli: In fact, this was worth $19.95 a month!!! KimQ: Absolutely!!!!! KimQ: Oh no...is it really past MIDNIGHT?!?!? DiAli: Uh-huh...12:21 on my computer clock KimQ: SHIT Rob's gonna kill me DiAli: Hubby? KimQ: No...more like my Kept Man...i like 'em tamed DiAli: I'll BET!! We'd better let you--HEY!!! KimQ: Hey what? DiAli: "Hey" there's someone down there under the desk DiAli: and she's moving the chair DiAli: oh...mmmm...what're you doing down there?!?!? KimQ: LOLOL!!! Looks like you're gonna get that cum after all DiAli: LOL Well I certainly hope so!!! KimQ: That's my cue to exit then...have fun!!! DiAli: OK, can't type & cum same time anyways KimQ: hehehe...bye! DiAli: gnight, Kim! Diana turned away from the blinking computer screen and happily hitched one leg over the armrest of her chair. As she reached down to spread her pussy lips wide for Alicia's exploring tongue, Diana sighed blissfully. What a wonderful night! Stabs of pure pleasure coursed through her as Alicia began to work her magic, and Diana felt the quick rising of passion and arousal within her. "We HAVE to do this again sometime," she thought. "I'll e-mail Kim about it... ...later..." _________________________________ THE END

Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" stories I read, I decided to write some my own way. They are much longer than most, and have (I feel) more character development than most other adult stories. This story is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults. It is based on both real life experiences and fantasy. Any similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional. Only the names have been changed to protect the involved parties. If you are interested in more like these, my E-Mail address is [email protected]. All of my stories and more are now available at my web site, "Adventures In Erotica". This is a free site, and the address is http://scroll.to/erotica I welcome any input, or comments, or your own stories. Since I distribute it for free, please do not place it in any "pay for access" sites. Other than that, as long as nothing is cut out (including these comments) distribution is unlimited. Thank you, and enjoy. Chance Meeting I It was looking like another fast-paced day at the annual trade show. I spent 6 hours, wandering through the booths, collecting literature and brochures for my company. Several times, I saw this woman through the crowd, and she seemed very familiar. Twice, I almost walked up to her, but the crowds would separate us. Finally, the first day ended, and I decided that it was probably my imagination. Unlike most shows, this one started on Saturday, then had lectures during the weekend (that he was to cheap to pay for me to attend), then continued on Monday and concluded on Wednesday. My boss was not sure about sending me the entire weekend, but I talked him into it (I am sure that the quickie we had in the office may have had something to do with that decision). Having the weekend free, I decided to wander around town. I had never been to San Diego before, and I decided to wander around. I spent Friday night cruising through some of the local bars, and even had a few dances before returning to my hotel room, and turning in for the night. Saturday dawned bright and sunny, with just enough breeze to take the worst of the heat off. I wore my new bikini under a pair of shorts and tank top. Going to the beach, I had a great time, even though my mid-west body seemed awfully pale compared to the bronzed gods and goddesses that wandered the southern California beaches. Finally, I wandered back to my hotel, and walking in the lobby ran into 4 guys that I had met the day before. Seems that they were all heading down to Tijuana, and it only then occurred to me that I was only 20 miles from the border. I asked them to wait, and quickly went upstairs to change. Coming back down, I was met by Mark in the lobby. He apologized, but said that he was the one chosen to talk to me. It seems that the guys were planning on going down partially to take in the legal prostitution, and were a little uneasy about having me along. I told them I understood, but asked if it was OK if I followed them down to the border. Deciding that was OK, I got into my rental car and followed them down the freeway until we got to a sign that said "Last USA Exit". We pulled into a parking lot, and paid the $5 to leave our cars there. We all got out, and the 5 of us walked over the foot bridge and down the other side. Mexico was nothing like what I expected. When I asked why we did not just drive across, they said it was because it was not necessarily safe to park on the other side, and that it was often a 45 minute wait to re-cross the border. Seeing the long line of cars heading north (all of them crawling), I decided that was a good idea. They told me some basic tips about coming down here. Spread your money about your body, and walk in the middle of the sidewalk. Keep my purse on the inside, away from the street. Seems like some purse thieves would drive next to the sidewalk on a motorcycle, and grab it if it was on the outside by the street. And also since I would be a single female heading back, take a taxi to get back to the border. Mark told me "5 dollars is the typical fare back to the border. If one tries to charge you more, just move on to the next. And you might want to check out some of the stores. Silver down here is very inexpensive, and of nice quality." I thanked them, and we parted company at the entrance to a little disco. I shook hands with all of them, and gave Mark a nice hug for being so helpful and polite. "Wow, one more like that and I may tell them to go ahead without me" he joked, earning a saucy wink and pursed lips from me. The disco was everything and nothing like I expected. Loud rock blared from the loudspeaker. The floor was filled with all sorts of couples, and even a few singles. Most of the patrons were Americans, with an occasional Latino. I had one of the Margaritas ($1 each, $4 a pitcher) and sat down to get the feel of the crowd. I had a few offers to dance, but decided to wander on and see the shopping district. Following the directions, I found Revolution Avenue. A long strip of small shops and bars, well lit, with donkeys and carts for the tourists to get their pictures taken at. I wandered into the first store, and was amazed at what I found. They had fire crackers, switch-blades, stuffed iguanas, trinkets, and jewelry. I found a very nice necklace, and asked about the price. Silver, diamond cut, and about 18 inches, it would go for $120 back home. When the owner told me $50, I was stunned. I looked it over, and was about to pull out my wallet, when I heard a voice behind me softly say "Offer him $20, but accept nothing more then $30." I looked, and it was the gal I had seen at the convention. Our eyes met, and she said "Here, you bargain for almost everything. And being the weekend, the prices are starting higher then normal." I countered with $20, and about 5 minutes of haggling followed, finally settling on $35. I left the store with my new friend, and we walked back onto the street. "Here, let me help you with that" she said, and I turned my back to allow her to place it around my neck. We made introductions, and she told me her name was Marie. She spoke with a neutral accent, probably from Chicago I decided. Not the normal twang of California (interesting that people from California claim they have no accent, but I can normally pick it up). I told her that she had looked familiar, but I could not place it. She told me the same thing, and we went through the normal "where have you lived and worked" game. We both came up blank. But that did not stop us from doing a little more shopping. I bought myself a silver ring with a snake biting it's own tail, a anchor link silver chain, and a delicate serpent link chain, and handed it to her. Marie tried to refuse, but I would hear nothing of it. "Girl, I would have blown far more then I saved if you did not help me, and this is the least I could do. Besides, I think it would look great on your neck." She softly thanked me, and I placed it around her neck, and clasped it. When she turned back around, I softly ran my finger over it, and said that it did indeed look lovely. We wandered a bit more, and decided to go into a nightclub on the second floor of a large building. Walking in, she said that this was one of her favorites. Not as loud as the first one was, we checked our purses in at the counter (Marie said that this was one of the safe ones to do that at), and sat to have a drink. She ordered us a pitcher of margaritas, and we sipped the first ones as we got a feeling for the place. Soon, a tall blonde stud walked up and asked her to dance. She tried to politely tell him no, but I urged her to go ahead, so she followed him out onto the floor. Soon, I had a guy asking me, so I went myself. 20 minutes later, we returned to the table, and the guys followed. The 4 of us killed the remaining pitcher, and returned to the dance floor. It was getting late, so some of the songs were slower. After the second slow dance, George and I were next to Marie and John. The guys suggested changing partners, and with a silent wicked glance, Marie and I agreed. But the guys looked shocked when Marie and I wrapped our arms around each other, and started to dance, almost ignoring them. Now we were only going to do that for a moment, to shock them and make a joke. But then George said "what, are you 2 fucking lezzies?" John quickly agreed, and Marie and I parted quickly. Needless to say, that ruined the joke, and definitely turned me off. I quickly told him off, using words that doubted his manhood, legitimacy of birth, and his intelligence since he could obviously not take a joke. Marie was saying the same sorts of things to John, and we went back to the counter to recover our purses to return to the street. I was still pissed, but Marie helped calm me down. We walked down the street, and she grabbed my hand and had me join her on one of the carts for a picture. We smiled for the camera, and each got a picture. Just as the guy was snapping the second one, she lifted my skirt, showing the bottom of my panties. I gave a small shriek, but the guy and her both laughed, and I had to join along. "I want that one for myself" she said with a wink, and it was all I could do not to double over laughing. "What, you going to use that to tease your boyfriend?" I had looked earlier, and noticed that she was not wearing a wedding ring. "Nope, I don't have one of those. Just have not found a guy to hold my interest yet." That took us to talking about our love lives, and some of the tales every mid- to-late-twenties working girl has. College boyfriends, guys we had shacked up with, and occasional one night stands. She gave a pretend shocked gasp when I mentioned giving the boss a quickie so I could spend the weekend here. She giggled, and asked me if it was worth it. I briefly took her hand, and told her it definitely was, since I had made a new friend. We smiled, then I had her almost peeing her panties when I said "since he is such a worthless fuck, I sure got nothing out of the quickie myself!" We entered another small club, this time the music was quieter, and a little slower. We each had a beer, and were soon dancing with a pair of brothers. After the third dance, I noticed that her guy was running his hands all over her bottom, and she was pressing back against him tightly. I decided that that looked like fun, and gently pressed my groin against my partners. What followed was 10 minutes of soft grinding, feeling his large hands holding my bottom as I gently bit his neck. The 4 of us returned to the table, and Marie and I went to the bathroom. Once there, we went to 2 stalls, and did the normal thing, gossiping as we peed. "I don't know about you Patty, but I think that it is about time to head back North." I looked at my watch, and was amazed that it was almost 2am. I had spent over 6 hours down there, and loved it. I agreed, and the two of us went back to say goodbye to the guys. They were a little disappointed, but we each gave our partner a nice kiss, and promised to look for them again in the future. Once back on the street, I noticed that the drinks had gotten to me a little. I asked her about sharing a taxi to the border, when she said that she lived there in Tijuana. I was surprised, and told her that I had not been sure if she was Mexican or not. She said she was not, but it was a short drive to where she worked in San Diego, and the rent was a lot less down there. "Actually, my name is not Maria, but Mary. I started using Maria after I moved down here, and brushed up on my Spanish. With the dark tan I have, I can almost fit in as a native." I looked at her closer, and said "UCLA Volleyball team". She looked shocked, and said yes. I told her that I was on the Illinois State University Volleyball team, and that we had played against each other in the semi-finals in Las Vegas. Then we both shared a laugh. "You were the bitch with the blonde hair, that smashed every return back at us!" she exclaimed. "Oh, how I hated you then! I was sure that we were going to make it to the finals, when you knocked us out." "It's OK Maria, we got knocked out by Princeton the next round, and had to watch from the sidelines also." We then started talking about our college years more, sharing a mutual interest, and finally making the connection. I remembered Maria well, she was a 5'4" dynamo on the court, her short size letting people fool themselves about her ability. I am 6'1" myself, and had years ago given up the bleached blonde hair of my youth for my natural brown. We headed to her house, about a 5 minute walk from the downtown area. The area was nice, and a large change from the bright lights we had just left. We talked as we went, and she pointed out several landmarks out to me. Maria had a nice, compact two bedroom bungalow house, and gave me a tour of it. The second bedroom was made into an office, and the master bedroom had a queen size bed. The kitchen had the nicest of electronic toys, and a pine kitchen nook filled in as a dining room set. It looked perfect, and I told her so. After the tour, we sat back on the floor and listened to some music as we sipped some good California wine. "You know Patty, This has been a great evening for me. I had thought I recognized you also, but was not sure. But when you mentioned the tournament, I immediately placed you. I even remember that you were with one of the guys from the men's team. During breaks, you two seemed to be all over each other." I giggled, and said "Yea, that was Jake. He had a red Celica, his own apartment, and was a great fuck." I giggled, and said "This wine must be getting to me, to talk like that!" We both collapsed in laughter, and she said "It's ok, I have heard ladies say 'apartment' before." We both rolled over on our backs, unable to hold it in anymore. Wiping tears from my eyes, I stood up and stumbled to the bathroom to get rid of some of the night's drinking. Upon returning, I noticed that she had changed into a long t-shirt that said "Co-Ed Naked Volleyball Team". I laughed at that, and she found another t- shirt for me to sleep in. It was a little short on me, and left the bottom of my panties showing. "Ahhh, perfect" she said. "But you should be careful, dancing got me so worked up, I might rape you tonight." We laughed again, then crawled into her bed to sleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------- Thankfully, I slept in so late so I did not have a hangover the next morning. I smelled bacon, and walked into the kitchen. Maria was also working on some pancakes, and told me that breakfast would be done in about 15 minutes. I had her tell me where the towels were, and took a quick shower. Feeling like a new woman, I came out in time to see watch her finish setting the table. We spent equal amounts of time eating and talking, and gave more details about our lives. I told her about my failed marriage. Two people with two careers can not always make things work. Our divorce 2 years before had been friendly, and we still occasionally went out together. "I mean, how many people our age love listening to Shakespeare in the park?" "Oh, you would be surprised. Normally, I have to go by myself. I talked my ex-boyfriend into going one time, but he fell asleep before the third act of 'The Twelfth Night." "Oh girl!" I exclaimed. "That is my FAVORITE play!. I have seen it probably 20 times, and have a movie version at home on video." We then went off, quoting from the Bard's words. Together, we said what is probably his most famous line: "Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them." Then the conversation took a strange twist. It seems that Maria had seen a version put on by a gay acting troupe in LA the year before, and the play went a totally different way. Instead of Olivia ending up with Viola's brother, and Viola with the Duke of Illyria as the tale traditionally ends, Olivia marries Viola, and the Duke marries her brother. "I tell you, it was so cute. The actor and actress looked so much alike in that production, you would think that they were actually twins. The girl was tall and thin, and her 'brother' was also thin, and actually rather effeminate. I myself would have had a hard time picking which one I would want." I took a moment to long to respond, and I could tell that she thought she had stuck her foot in her mouth. "Oh, I hope you are not upset at me. I did not mean to make it sound like that. I mean, I am not always attracted to tall, thin females, er, I mean..." Maria dragged off into silence, and I could tell that she was terrified of what I was thinking at the moment. Her eyes were looking down at the table, as if she was afraid to meet my eyes. Contrary to popular belief, most female (and male) volleyball players are not gay. I felt bad for not speaking up, so decided to make a joke of what she was trying to say. "Ahhh, so you are only sometimes attracted to tall, thin females." I chuckled lightly, and she finally raised her head and looked at me again. "Yea, something like that" she replied, giggling as she said it. But by the look in her face, I seemed to sense that she was telling the truth, not just going along with the joke. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------- We spent the rest of the morning together. She told me about a boyfriend she had lived with after college. Like me, she had gotten her degree in Business, and was also a purchasing agent. But where I was just another low cog in the machine of a large department store chain, she was a senior agent for a smaller local chain. The smaller chain made for a smaller salary, but the higher position made up for that. "The pay is not great for my responsibility, but if I ever do move on, it will go a long ways in getting me a better one later on" she told me. I said that I was more then a little jealous. I had been at my company for the same amount of time she had, but she had actually moved up farther. I jokingly asked if they had any openings, and she told me that they had. "We are going to start a new chain of stores selling swimwear and lingerie, and need another person to take charge of the new division." I grew silent at that, and looked at her closely. "Maria, is this an attempt to seduce me into taking that position?" I asked, smiling to show that I was joking. But she looked away, and asked what I meant. I looked at her, and felt warmer. "I mean, showing me your place, and how nice it is. Telling me about the potential for a better position later on, and the like. Are you trying to seduce me into this job, and work under you?" Then I realized the words I had used, and the possible double meanings behind them. She giggled at that, and said "No, you would not be working under me, unless you wanted to." She gave me a naughty wink, and we started laughing again. But I could tell that there was something else there. I felt things I had not felt in a long time, and silently warned myself that I had to be careful, or this might get out of control. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------- We somehow decided that I would stay the rest of the convention with her. After lunch, we walked to the border to take my car back to the rental agency and get my things. My boss would love my saving him money on a hotel room, and my pocketbook would love my saving money on the car. Since the hotel was a block away from the convention, my boss did not want to pay for a car for me. That was an expense coming out of my own pocket. She told me as we walked that normally she rode her bike to her car, or took a taxi if it was raining. It was a nice 20 minute walk however, and we did some window shopping on the way. Once there, I followed her to the rental agency, and we both took her car to my hotel to get my things and check out. As we were getting my things, I excused myself to go into the bathroom to change clothes. I was still in my dress from the night before, and I definitely needed to change my underwear. I put on a floral sundress, and a lightweight panty and bra set. When I came out, she whistled and said "Girlfriend, you are going to rock the town in that outfit." We laughed, she helped me carry my things downstairs and place them in the boot of her car. It was a 1990 VW beetle. I was surprised when she told me the year, and she explained that down in Mexico, they still made the old "bug". "And since I live in the border zone, I can bring it up as often as I want, and do not have to worry about many of the smog laws. But I did have the frame strengthened and safety glass put in to help in case of an accident." We stopped at a grocery store to get a few things, then drove to the border. We drove across the border, and I whistled at the long line of cars on the north bound side of the border. "Sunday is the worst, people heading back north after a weekend down here. Tomorrow morning will not be as bad, maybe a 20 minute wait to cross." We had a dinner of salad (after all, I may be in my early thirties, but still need to watch my weight) and decided to go out again. I got out my tightest black skirt and blouse, as she laid on the bed to get into a pair of jeans so tight, they looked painted on. We went out, and after walking back to Revolution Avenue, she asked me to pick the first stop of the night. I saw a club that had interested me the night before, and she agreed. Once inside, it seemed that every unattached male eye (and some that were not unattached) was on us. Where I am tall and slender, she is short and rounded in the right places. The tight white jeans went well with her bare midriff top. Her round breasts made sure that the hem of the top did not touch her belly, where my mid-thigh skirt showed my legs to their full potential. We looked as opposite as night and day, but it did not keep the guys away. We quickly found ourselves with Paul and Sean, the brothers we had danced with the night before. We paired off again, and had several drinks, and quite a few dances. I was enjoying the attention, feeling Paul's large hands cupping my bottom as we danced. During the slow dances, we would press our bodies fully against each other, and I could feel him swelling against my groin. This caused me to dance with my legs a little farther apart then normal, so I could enjoy the feeling of it pressing against my groin. During a bathroom break, Maria whispered to me that she could feel Sean against her belly also. We giggled and talked as we went about the business of peeing and fixing our makeup. I noticed that she was wearing the necklace I had given her the night before, and I reached out to fix it because the clasp was visible in front. When my fingers brushed her neck, she closed her eyes and smiled ad I lifted her long hair to place it behind her neck. "Thanks" she softly whispered, and lightly touched the back of my hand before we went back out. We sat back with Paul and Sean, and had another round of drinks. I felt Paul's hand on my thigh, and smiled at Maria and motioned down with my eyes. His hand was slowly moving up and down my leg, slowly moving to the inside of my thigh. I placed my hand over his, and held his hand, to keep it from going to far. I saw Maria take Sean's hand (which looked like it had been doing the same thing to her leg) and hold it on top of the table. Maria and I looked at each other, and in the silent language that all us women seem to know, communicated to each other that we would be going no further with these two guys, at least not that night. We went back to the floor, and I Quietly whispered to Paul how much I was enjoying his company, but I was not looking for anything more then just some good times. He agreed, and I had to quickly correct his thinking, that the good times did not include sex with him. He smiled, and kissed my cheek, saying "That's ok, I will just enjoy our time together then." 2 dances later, Maria and Sean were dancing next to us, and Paul suggested changing partners. The same wicked grin, and Maria and I again melted into each other's arms to start a tight slow dance. But happily, Sean and Paul did not get upset. They both laughed, and started to dance together next to us. As the four of us laughed and danced, I realized I had not been this happy in a long time. Paul reached down to grasp his brother's butt, and Sean did the same to Paul. This caused Maria and I to do the same thing. I was amazed at how good it felt to dance with her like that. And I could feel her larger breasts pressing against my body, right below my smaller ones. Several other couples started hooting and hollering at us, clapping at the show the four of us were doing. We all hammed it up, grinding against our partners and writhing in mock ecstasy. At the end of the dance, Sean grabbed Paul's face, and seemed to give him a big kiss to the loud laughter of the crowd. But it was obvious that they did not really kiss, there mouths about 1/4 of an inch apart. Maria and I decided to do the same, and I held her cheeks to give her a mock kiss. But either I miscalculated, or she decided something else (she still denies to this day that she did). Instead of kissing air, I found myself kissing her soft lips. My eyes opened, but quickly shut as we stiffened against each other, then just relaxed and shared one of the most tender kisses I have ever experienced. I barely heard the hoots and laughter behind us, our mouths tenderly kissing as my hands held her cheeks. We finally broke apart, and returned to our table with applause ringing throughout the disco. Paul and Sean joined us there, and we finished off the pitcher of margaritas, then decided to go home. Since we both had to get up early the next morning, we told the guys goodbye, but we did get their phone number. They lived in National City, between San Diego and Tijuana. Another long kiss was exchanged between us and our "boyfriends", and we headed back to Maria's house. While we walked, we giggled, and talked about the evening that was now ending. We talked about many things, but totally avoided the kiss. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------- Once in her house, we decided to have a few more glasses of wine before turning in. She changed into her "Naked Co-Ed" t-shirt again, and I put on a long blue nightshirt that I usually wear during hot weather. As I came back into the living room, she was massaging her calves, obviously working out a cramp. I sat next to her, taking over and working on the hard knots of muscles. Both of us being former jocks, we knew how to best get rid of sore muscles and joints. Maria laid back and sighed happily, whispering her thanks as her muscles relaxed under my experienced hands. "You know, I would want you to take this job, just so I can count on getting one of these massages" she joked, and I giggled. "Trying to seduce me again, are you?" I said, giving her a saucy wink. She laughed, and responded "I thought you were trying to do that to me earlier this evening." A long pause followed. We looked into each other's eyes, then took a sip from our wine glasses. I felt those flutterings in my belly again, and was unsure of what to say or do. Maria gave a soft sigh, and moved her legs from my lap, and sat with her back against the table. "Patty, I need to tell you something, and I do not know where to begin, or how you will take it." "Well, just say it. I promise not to get mad or upset." A long pause followed, and she softly said "I have to admit, the last 2 days, I have gotten very attached to you. No, maybe attached is not the word, maybe it is attracted." My heart rate picked up, and I listened to her continue. "What I mean is, I made the statement about the job, because I can tell that you care about your work, and I am sure you could do a good job. I mean, I have seen your taste in clothes, underwear, and now nightgowns. If that is any indication of how you would do the purchasing for our company, you would be a hit. "But as we spent more time together, I started to find myself wanting you to take the job for other reasons. Oh shit, I am messing this all up." She then hung her head, and took a deep breath, letting it out in a long, shuddering sigh. I placed my hand softly on the back of her hand, and softly whispered for her to continue, please. "Well, maybe I should tell you something more about me, then you might fully understand. I am sure you already suspect this about me. "You see, when I went to see 'The Twelfth Night', it was with a girlfriend. I do not mean a 'Girl Friend', two words. I mean a 'Girlfriend', one word." "I see, so you're telling me that you're bisexual" I said, giving her hand a soft squeeze, so she would know I was not using that word as an accusation, but as a description. "Yes. I'd be lying if I said I was not attracted to you from the moment I saw you again. But I pushed that aside, and I really do want to be your friend. The last 2 days, have been just great. I realized last night that when you said seduce, that that may really have been the word for what I was doing. It made me think, and I realized that I really was trying to seduce you. And I suddenly became afraid that if you saw that, you would not want to be my friend any more." I took her in my arms, and stroked her hair. "Nonsense." I said, that one word saying everything. "Maria, I have to tell you something, and please hear me out, and do not read into it anything more then what I am saying. "My last year in college, I started a 'relationship' with my roommate." She looked up at me, and could tell by the look on my face that it had not been a good thing. "I actually thought that I might be falling in love with her. We were together for our first 3 years of college together, and were the best of friends. One night, we both got drunk. Somehow, we ended up in bed together, and had sex. I thought it was making love, but looking back, I can see that it was just sex. "For the next 3 months, we were together constantly. We had sex most every night, took long showers together, and it seemed great. Then she started to get more and more remote. Then she finally told me that I was getting to 'clingy', her words, not mine. She told me that our sex was great, but she was not looking for a long term relationship with another girl. Basically, she had been using me for sex, but tried to say it another way. I moved out the next week, and have not seen her since graduation. It hurt to much, thinking of how we would tell each other we loved each other, because I realized that I had meant it, and she had not. "That was my only experience with another female, and I had told nobody about it other then you. Not even my husband knew about it. I met him shortly after I graduated, and got married a year later. She hurt me bad, and turned me off of sex and love for a long time. Strange as it is, I feel more used by her then any of my boyfriends. At least with them, I knew when they were using me for sex, and I would be doing the same thing. I just felt that she was different, and it all turned out to be a big lie." We held each other tight, just sitting there in the middle of her living room, hugging each other. She then told me about her last girlfriend. She had been with 3 girls, and the last one was the one she saw the play with. Amber had been a tall slender girl, similar in build to me. But unlike me, had fiery red hair and green eyes. "A real Irish temper too" she said whimsically. They met through a mutual friend, and then became lovers. After a year, she had come home to find Amber in bed with 2 guys, fucking in their bed. "She apologized, and promised not to do it again. But about 2 months later, I caught her at it again. I came home early, because I had a bad headache. I walked into the house, and walked back to the bedroom. She was in bed with the 18 year old daughter of our next door neighbor. I just stood there for like 10 minutes, listening to her whisper to the girl how much she loved her, and how she was the best lover she had ever had. The same things she had whispered to me 2 nights before. "I just turned around and left, not saying a word. I stayed in a motel room, and ignored the pages she sent to me all night long. The next day, I left her voice mail on her pager, saying that I was taking a quick weekend trip to see some friends. I drove down to Mexico, and found this place on my second day. I rented it, and drove back up to get my things. "When she saw me, she told me that she had been worried sick, but I just walked by her, and started to pack my things. It became an ugly scene, with her crying, and begging for forgiveness. She told me that she had been trying to stay true to me, but that the girl had seduced her. I told her that she could have said no, and just kept packing. Finally, she lost control and slapped me after I called her a slut. I just thanked her for giving me a real reason to leave, and left. I had a friend go back with me when she was at work to get the last of my things. That was 2 years ago. I have dated a few guys since then, and had some good sex." She giggled at that, and I smiled, seeing her smile again. I held her had tight, understanding the pain she must have felt. "I swore to myself that I would never again allow myself to be attracted to another woman. And that had been true, until Friday. I do not know why, but I just knew that I wanted you to be my close friend." She looked deep into my eyes, then whispered "Or maybe something more." I pulled her to me, and we shared a long, tight hug. It was not sexual in any way, just two women holding each other tight, after sharing their pain. The hug felt like it went on forever, but I am sure it was only 2 minutes or so. After we broke apart, we still held each other loosely. The sexual tension in the room was so thick, I could feel it. "Maria, I do not know what will happen, but I think I should tell you this. If your company will hire me, I want to come down here and live with you, if you will let me. I do not know what will happen, but I am sure I feel the same way you do. If that is so, I think taking it slowly would be best however." I took a deep breath, and continued. "Even though I want nothing more then to take you to bed and make love to you all night long, I can think of 2 reasons not to. For one, going slow would be best, so we can get to know each other even better, if that is possible. That way, if it does grow into something like love, it will be stronger." After a long pause, Maria looked up at me, and said "What is the second reason?" I took on a serious look, and said "Why, because we both have to get up early tomorrow to return to the convention, of course." We both broke up laughing, and held each other again. We finished off the bottle of wine, and went to bed. Unlike the night before, we held each other tight as we relaxed. After a long cuddle, we shared a soft, tender kiss, then she rolled onto her side to go to sleep. I curled up behind her spoon fashion, and held her as we drifted off to sleep. The last thing I remember is her whispering "Tomorrow night, I get to cuddle you like this as we fall asleep"

Sandy and the Boys &#8211; Chapter 6 Kevin Farnsworth, a freshman studying at the UCLA College of Letters and Science and a proud member of the Delta Iota chapter of the Alpha Psi Alpha fraternity, left his frat house on Saturday morning at about 11 a.m., alone, and headed out towards the northwestern edge of the campus, commonly known as the Hill. The Hill is where all the UCLA&#8217;s dorm buildings are. It wasn&#8217;t a long walk, because the Fraternity Row, that is the area where almost all of the frats have their houses, is conveniently located around Gayley Avenue, which encircles the Hill from the south. Kevin always thought that the name Gayley Avenue sounds pretty fuckin&#8217; gay, so he was glad their house stood on Ladfair, which runs parallel to Gayley. The Delta Iota chapter of Alpha Psi Alpha was founded in 1929, as one of the first frats at UCLA and one of first to have its house on campus. The house was built in the 1920s and is a large Georgian-revival, American Colonial-style villa. Along with Theta Xi, it&#8217;s one of only two frat houses to have their own swimming pool &#8211; but, the Alphas have the edge over the Thetas, because they can also enjoy their own basketball court. The building has a live-in capacity of fifty brothers, who live in single, double, and triple bedrooms, without private bathrooms. The second floor and the basement have community gang-style showers, along with washrooms and toilets. Showerheads are installed both on walls and on standalone columns, enabling large numbers of young men to shower together at the same time. The toilets in the basement still have old school wall urinals, while those on the floor were refurbished and are equipped both with way cool, stainless steel pissing troughs, and porcelain urinal bowls shaped like opened mouths. During the renovation, the walls were tiled with black marble and had decorative metal elements added, but since then have been defaced with graffiti, scribbles and crude, obscene drawings, same as the toilet stall doors. Despite having such comfortable facilities at their disposal, a lot of the frat jocks liked to piss straight onto the walls, through open windows, or in sinks and basins, especially during house parties &#8211; as it is pretty common around young drunk dudes. Apart from the baths, the basement also holds a swanky gym area and a sauna. There is another gym on the 2nd floor, but that one is smaller and has no weightlifting room. Kevin&#8217;s gut-wrenchingly hot, hard-muscled upper body was barely covered, as the 18-year-old boy had only put a cropped football jersey on, before going out to visit a friend in one of the student residence halls. The jersey&#8217;s sleeves and lower half were ripped off, so that any dude who&#8217;s wearing it could show off his massive guns and his washboard abs. The skimpy cloth looked perfect on the young jock&#8217;s chest, decorating his broad set of pecs with a cartoonish image of Joe Bruin, UCLA&#8217;s bear mascot. His exposed, well-formed six-pack was attracting glances and stares from passed-by guys and girls. He was going commando, rocking a pair of grey Abercrombie sweat shorts &#8211; and since his pubic area was perfectly smooth &#8211; they were lowered virtually to the base of his swinging dick, just the way straight college jocks like to wear &#8216;em. Yes, it was a bit indecent, but a lot less than if he actually had any prominent pubic hair. In the back, the top of his two melon-like ass globes were on bold display, parted by an inch and a half of a smooth, tight, dark ass crack. Kevin&#8217;s long, lightly haired legs were one of his sexiest features &#8211; he was on the soccer varsity team, just like his bud Josh Alcott, so his thighs were just two massive slabs of hard teen jock muscle, while his marvelous, darkly tanned calves, flexing with each step, looked liked they belonged to a male runway model. To complete his look, instead of the usual flip-flops, he wore black Vans Authentic CA sneakers, no socks, and on his head &#8211; a white BLVD Fashion snapback hat with an allover roses print. The 6&#8217; tall figure of the 18-year-old frat jock was the epitome of swaggy, teen, dick-hardening sexiness. The young stud was born and raised in the bible-thumping bumfuck city of Midvale, UT, so getting admitted to UCLA and moving to Cali was like a dream come true for the perpetually horny high school jock. At the beginning of the fall semester, after the rush period had started, Kevin attended sports events and parties organized by several of the frat chapters, trying to figure out which ones were the best for him. He didn&#8217;t know much about the Greek system, same as he didn&#8217;t know about living in Cali, but pretty soon he fell in love with the sense of close community and mutual commitment among the frat brothers &#8211; always there for one another, members of each chapter seemed to form a tight-knit group of the closest of friends. Kevin liked that very much, he wanted to belong to a group of some cool, like-minded dudes, make a lot of new friends as quickly as possible and then finally begin to partey! He was in luck, because his rugged good looks, immaculately sculpted and well cared-for body, enticing charm and nonchalant easygoingness made him the perfect frat boy material. He immediately caught the attention of the most important houses around campus, whereas on his part, Kevin found the &#913;&#936;As to be particularly to his own liking. One thing he noticed and which he thought was way awesome, was how all the frat boys from that house were comfortable with their own and each others&#8217; bodies. All those beefy Alpha male jocks flaunting their tite as fuck, rippling with young muscle bods every chance they got, almost putting on a homoerotic strip show each time they were going somewhere &#8211; always wearing as little clothes as possible, no inhibitions whatsoever. Apart from that, they were constantly touching and feeling up themselves and other hot looking dudes &#8211; hands on six-pack abs and pecs, tracing all the sexy curves and ridges, squeezing and slapping hard asses, groping crotches, poking each other with fists, putting arms over shoulders. It was all buddy-like, and although sometimes very intimate, still it seemed unconscious and innocent. Moreover, being so body-focused and all, the athletic studs very much enjoyed comparing and openly praising their respective builds and musculature, rubbing and fondling each other all over not only during gym workouts, but practically all the time. While at it, they were saying stuff like: &#8220;Fuckin&#8217; awesome abs, man!&#8221;, &#8220;you got one sweet lookin&#8217; ass, dawg!&#8221; and &#8220;those are some hot fuckin&#8217; pecs, dude&#8221;. Respect and appreciation of the male body and its incomparable beauty were important values cherished by apparently both Kevin and the &#913;&#936;As. The teen stud thought it was way cool and awesome as fuck, and that he would fit in perfectly &#8211; even more so when he discovered that all the high-flown crap from almost each and every frat&#8217;s statute and fliers about &#8220;wholesome mental, moral, physical, and spiritual growth&#8221;, &#8220;committing to lives of excellence&#8221; and &#8220;building better men&#8221; was just fancy talk intended for keeping up appearances. In reality, frat houses were about hot looking, well-muscled, athletic dudes getting together to indulge in all sorts of debauched acts of depravity and unparalleled hedonism &#8211; the &#913;&#936;As being the most notorious of them all. And though the really awesome stuff came only after he completed his pledge period and became a full-fledged member, even at the stage of recruitment there was enough of booze, drugs and fucking for a kid from Salt Lake &#8216;burbs like Kevin to blow his mind. All in all, the UCLA frat boys were a pack of loud, confident, outgoing, competitive, horny studs with cocky, macho attitudes, always high-fiving, chest bumping and horsing around, focused solely on drinking, smoking pot and meth, working out, playing varsity sports and most importantly, busting a nut as often as they could. After narrowing it down to a few of the most elite houses and eventually receiving bids from them all, Kev settled on &#913;&#936;A after all. It was the most prestigious fraternity on campus, with a decades-long tradition and hundreds of freshmen desperately trying to join their ranks every year. It was a great honor to be chosen &#8211; along with Kevin, only five other boys were offered to become pledges: Tim, Casey, Jon, Rashaun, and Josh. Among the most important conditions for the rushees to meet during the recruiting process, even before pledging, were high levels of their fitness and athleticism, as the frat prided itself in its members&#8217; outstanding achievements in varsity sports. Plus, the brothers always had to look exceptionally hot and sexy to honorably represent the colors of their House &#8211; with or without any clothes on &#8211; so that meant strict workout routines, diet, and regular practice on the field for all those who wanted to join. Since candidates were also required to be particularly well endowed, the &#913;&#936;A members had to inspect each and every boy who was rushing for their frat, buck naked. Such examinations were usually held twice during recruitment, with the final one being decisive about the candidates&#8217; fate. The guys were gathered at the frat&#8217;s function hall, ordered to strip and get their cocks hard. After that, selected frat members were proceeding to look over their bodies closely, feeling up and kneading the muscles, measuring the length and girth of the rushees&#8217; steel-hard, throbbing dicks &#8211; sometimes snapping pics while at it and openly discussing between themselves shit like the hardness of some particular pair of jock-glutes, the amount of some dude&#8217;s body hair, the pointiness of some other one&#8217;s erect nipples, or the development of yet another one&#8217;s leg muscles. As for the cocks, seven inches is the required minimum for a guy to be considered for a member and very few exceptions from this rule had been made throughout the years. Josh made it by the skin of his teeth, as he was 7.1&#8221;. Kevin, being 8&#8221;, passed with flying colors, but it was Rashaun, with his exactly 10.8&#8221; long, mighty cunt-fucker, who got the biggest round of applause from the brothers. It wasn&#8217;t all just for the sake of some outdated tradition, as guys with the biggest cocks get all kinds of perks, like the best rooms to live in, or lenient treatment during the pledge period. When word about their impressive tubes of fuck-meat gets out, young cunt from sororities and local high school cheerleading squads lines up to them, their twats leaking in anticipation of getting thoroughly fucked by some extra-large, freshman college cock, that way scoring popularity points with other cunts and eventually maybe even getting a hot boyfriend. Other dudes stop the big-dicked, young freshmen in corridors to ask if they can see their big fuckers by themselves, same thing in toilets and locker rooms&#8230; A big dick ensures popularity and earns respect of fellow brothers and guys on campus; quite often it helps being promoted to the frat&#8217;s authorities, and even to the Interfraternity Council. Unfortunately for the newly accepted &#913;&#936;A members though, according to the frat&#8217;s regulations, they are not allowed to fuck cunt, nor have ANY other contact with girls, whether sexual or non-sexual, until the end of the official, two-month pledge period! On his way to Dykstra Hall, one of the four original residence halls on the Hill, Kevin had a smirk on his handsome face, reminiscing about his and Josh&#8217;s own time as pledges. His cock was quickly getting hard, tenting out the sweat shorts he was wearing on his bare ass, as memories of what he had thought back then were the two longest months of his whole life &#8211; were coming back to him. Hazing, though officially banned, in reality is very much alive on campuses all around the country, including UCLA. &#8220;Fuck&#8221;, he chuckled under his breath, &#8220;I don&#8217;t think I ever stayed without cumming for so many days as that time when they&#8217;d told us that from now on we can&#8217;t even fuck each other&#8230;&#8221; It was a sunny April day, with about 75F. Since it was a Saturday morning, not many people were out to enjoy the spring weather, most of them still sleeping off the craziness of the previous night. A few toned, lean, shirtless and barefoot guys were already up, throwing Frisbee on a lawn; a cute-looking 18-year-old hipster dude, with a high fade and hard part hairdo, a short beard, tunnels in his ears and colorful tattoos on his arms, was reading a book under a tree; a small group of fat and ugly girls was apparently doing some Buddhist meditation shit, sitting around and trying to get into half-lotus positions, but instead just being pathetic. The hipster boy had a loose black T with a pink &#8220;I&#8217;m too sexy for my ex&#8221; inscription on the front, Calvin Klein jeggings and a pair of worn, low-top, white Chucks on his bare feet. He noticed Kevin approaching, just a few feet from where he was sitting &#8211; he gulped, wide-eyed, upon seeing the beefy, skimpy-dressed figure of the freshman soccer jock. Then, he spotted the huge tent in Kev&#8217;s shorts and before realizing what he was doing, the cute boy gasped audibly, his hand unconsciously travelling to his own, confined inside the tight pants, rapidly growing dick. As the athletic stud walked past the hipster, Kev realized the effect he was having on him and grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth. Next, he reached with one hand to his crotch, brazenly pulled down the front of his A&F sweats and flashed his hard, fat, 8&#8221; cock at the bewildered boy. &#8220;Like something you see, dawg?&#8221; laughed the naughty stud, noticing the look of animalistic lust on the kid&#8217;s face, as he tucked his enticing erection back into his shorts. Kevin thought the swaggy kid was damn cute, especially after turning beet red from getting caught perving over him. Kev bet he would look even better with his lips wrapped around a fat dick and with some fresh jizz splattered over his pretty mug. &#8220;Be at the back of Wooden Center tonight at 9 if you want a taste,&#8221; said the frat boy with a lewd smirk, as he continued to walk towards Dykstra, leaving the stunned kid behind, with his jaw dropped to the ground. &#8220;T-t-thanks,&#8221; mumbled the hipster boy. &#8220;Hey! Can I bring a friend?&#8221; he yelled to the walking away Kevin, after regaining some composure, still blushing, his hand squeezing his hard cock through the skinny trousers. After another few seconds he was already wildly grinning from ear to ear. &#8220;A friend? Sure, dude! The more the merrier. Your brother would be even better!&#8221; *** Kevin was greeted by a crudely written &#8220;DICKstra hall wellCUMS&#8221; graffiti defacing the building&#8217;s main entrance. The ten-storey residential block used to be co-ed up till year 2014, when a coalition of UCLA fraternities, the Undergraduate Students Association Council and various student sports organizations forced through their demand to turn it into an all-male dorm. This praiseworthy idea made national headlines after what had started as bluntly rejected initiative by a few varsity basketball players, quickly escalated into truly epic proportions, with tens of thousands male supporters all around the country. At the core of the problem was a group of &#8220;progressive&#8221;, &#8220;feminist&#8221;, female students, too ugly to get laid, who kept nagging and complaining about how &#8220;indecent&#8221;, &#8220;provocative&#8221; and &#8220;obnoxious&#8221; the behavior of the boys living in Dykstra is. Since most of those boys were popular school athletes, they were simply behaving the way such boys usually do. This, for some reason, was really pissing the cunts off. The shovel-faced, fugly twats kept bitching about completely irrelevant nonissues, such as perpetual partying and binge drinking; used condoms, clothes and men&#8217;s underwear being dumped all over the place; guys walking naked around the dorm, always leaving doors to the shower areas and toilets open; guys jacking off and rutting like animals in common-space areas; and finally &#8211; the constant use of &#8220;sexist&#8221;, &#8220;derogatory&#8221; language towards cunts. Another thing they apparently did not appreciate was the pervasive, overwhelming, manly odor of sweaty cock and balls. And so one day, a group of five black sophomore basketball players was heading towards the community showers, each of them naked but for bath towels slung over their shoulders, and leather flip-flops on their long, bony feet. Additionally, three of them were in snapbacks. The boys varied in the color-depth of their skin, but all had toned, well-muscled, beautiful bodies, with powerful biceps, smooth chests, shaved-off pubes, deeply curved abs, and marvelous asses. Their dicks, ranging from 6.3&#8221; to almost 8&#8221; in length while still soft, swung freely between their beefy thighs, while they were busy talking in loud voices about fucking cunt. One of the boys, Diondre, had almost his whole upper body covered in tattoos. He was donning his Lakers snapback backwards, high on the top of his head. His earlobes were decorated with little diamond studs, while his hard, brown nipples were pierced with diamond barbell rings. The sexy young stud was just telling the others a funny story about a 15-year-old, white cheerleader with some already exceptionally big titties, whom he had been fucking in her asshole two days earlier, after which she reportedly couldn&#8217;t stop audibly farting out his cum during classes, when suddenly the &#8220;feminist&#8221; cunts showed up from around the corner. Immediately, the PC bitches began to moan about the guys making them &#8220;feel uncomfortable&#8221;, strutting around bare-assed like that, shamelessly flaunting their long, fat, African-American schlongs. Moreover, since the young athlete boys had just returned from a run, they were oozing a funky, heady, all-man aroma of sweat. This seemed to be aggravating the mud shark cunts even more, but at the same time making them unwillingly feel irresistible lust. The dick-hungry twats, despite all their stupid bullshit, couldn&#8217;t take their greedy little eyes off the statuesque nigger bodies, but most of all &#8211; those enticingly succulent, beautiful cocks. &#8220;Fuck, yous bitchez be sum batshit crazzee muthafuckin&#8217; hoes! Ain&#8217;t nuthin&#8217; wrong &#8216;bout a nigga showin&#8217; sum skin, fuckin&#8217; Keebler bitch! Me and mah homies, wez be proud of deez &#8216;ere Ds!&#8221; laughed Diondre, baring his glistening white teeth at the stupefied female students, as he grabbed the lengthy shaft of his dick in one hand, reaching for his friend, Anthon&#8217;s, own meaty tube with the other. Having two handfuls of ebony cock, he wagged them both teasingly at the Crisco cunts to make his point clear. &#8220;Fuck yeah! No way no honkie bitch can&#8217;t tells me what and when I be wearin&#8217;! Betcha wanna go down on me and suck mah nigga dick rite &#8216;ere, rite now, huh, Snow White? Whaddya say, cunt? Wanna choke sum on diz &#8216;ere whang o&#8217; mine? Huh? Confess, bitch! Yous be hungry fo&#8217; mah dick?!&#8221; Tyrice, a towering, 6&#8217;9&#8221; tall, densely inked thug, was sticking his still flaccid, but nonetheless sizeable shaft at Felicia, one of the feminist twats, a senior. &#8220;How yous espect wez be goin&#8217; to shower, dumb-ass hoe? Wearin&#8217; fuckin&#8217; trench coats?! Fuck dat shit! Diz &#8216;ere crib should be MENS-ONLY! Ain&#8217;t no place fo&#8217; no naggin&#8217; bitches &#8216;ere!&#8221; And so Anthon, with his growing dick still held by his friend Diondre, turned out to be the original proponent of moving all the female students out of Dykstra Hall. The other boys followed up on the idea with sheer enthusiasm, but to their great dismal &#8211; the UCLA authorities quickly turned it down, fearing that taking such a decision could be interpreted by the liberal media as a chauvinist move, or something. This in turn triggered an immediate response from the male student community, resulting in a wave of unqualified support, first from fellow tenants of Dykstra, then boys living in all the other dorms on the Hill, and finally &#8211; from other university campuses, nationwide. Young guys everywhere felt it wasn&#8217;t right that a dude can&#8217;t be naked when and where he feels like it, especially if it&#8217;s in a college dorm, of all the fuckin&#8217; places. No cunt has the right to tell a man what he should, and what he shouldn&#8217;t be doing. If he wants to piss in the kitchen sink, leave his used jockstraps everywhere, or revel in his sexy, masculine stench after workout, then by all means he should. If he wants to get a blowjob or have a sandwich done, then it&#8217;s not a cunt&#8217;s thing to argue, but her duty to obey. Guys in more than thirty states took to campus plazas and their surrounding alleys, organizing support rallies and various crazy, often penis-themed happenings. They were showing up either in their athletic gear, shirtless, just in undies, or with towels draped around their waists, chanting slogans, singing, getting cross-faded. Dykstra Hall quickly became #DICKstra, a hashtag trending on Twitter, accompanied by selfies posted by young Insta-studs &#8211; some of them not only not in college yet, but even high school &#8211; showing their cocks and balls as an act of solidarity with Diondre, Anthon, and the other boys. Some particularly hot-looking dudes became Tumblr-famous celebrities, all thanks to tagging their naked pics and sex vids on Vine in support of the cause. Soon #DICKstra began showing up in popular T-shirt phrases and memes. As for Anthon himself, he along with Diondre, Tyrice, and the two other boys, D&#8217;Quan and Craig, became somewhat famous. Due to their scorchingly hot bodies and big nigger cocks, they were flooded with offers to become editorial models, strippers, porn stars. A few Western Conference NBA teams even offered them contracts! The boys appeared on Letterman and Jimmy Kimmel, and ultimately got their own MTV reality show. Due to such pressure, both from the student community and the public, UCLA Residential Life, the university&#8217;s department responsible for student housing, decided to meet the male students&#8217; demands and not only transform Dykstra into an all-male residence hall, but give the entire Rieber Court the same treatment. Moreover, the authority over those dorms was transferred to the Interfratenity Council, effectively turning them into shrouded in meth smoke, totally corrupt dens of non-stop partying. *** Kevin didn&#8217;t bother to knock; he just turned the doorknob and entered. The room belonged to Jayson Prescott, a 22-year-old senior, and Kim Woo-Suk, a 20-year-old sophomore. Jayson was the older brother of Kev&#8217;s best friend back from Utah, Matty, while Woo-Suk was a Korean boy whose family had moved from Incheon to the States when he was 12. Their room was a small, cramped place with two beds, two desks, a closet, and a couple of lockers. The cheap-looking furniture was stacked with various stuff belonging to the two students, primarily heaps of crumpled clothes, underwear, empty beer bottles, school books, DVDs, and Woo-Suk&#8217;s manga volumes. A MacBook Pro, lying on one of the desks among piles of random junk, was playing an upbeat techno EDM tune. The walls on Jayson&#8217;s side had posters of some of the hottest NFL players, either in gear or shirtless, including Brady Quinn, Cam Newton, Jordan Cameron, Danny Amendola, Colin Kaepernick, Erick Decker and Richard Sherman. Woo-Suk&#8217;s side was covered with posters and drawings of K-pop boy idols, handsome ulzzangs, anime characters in hardcore yaoi poses and scenes &#8211; mainly &#8220;Free!&#8221; swimmers and Guts from &#8220;Berserk&#8221;, plus some regular gay boy-favorites &#8211; a couple of Tom Daleys and Zayn Maliks among them. Woo-Suk, or Woody, as his friends called him, was spread out on his bed, lying lazily and checking something out on his iPad Mini 3. Next to him, propped against the wall, stood his 18&#8221; plush mascot of a chibi Grimmjow. The Asian sophomore had a black BOY dropped armhole and extreme racer back tank top, pink Dsquared&#178; Paint Spots cotton fleece sweat shorts, and green HUF Plantlife socks on him. Young Koreans are universally known for their uncanny beauty, and Kim Woo-Suk was no exception &#8211; he was stunning. It wasn&#8217;t just his gorgeous, youthful, almost feminine face &#8211; the boy had the whole damn package. Thick, pitch black hair, painstakingly stylized into an ultra-cool, perfect quiff. His delicate, well cared-for skin was alabaster white, without a sight of blemish. Sharp, dark eyes, their beauty discretely emphasized by a touch of guyliner, and rosy lips with a warm, wide, pearly smile. And his body&#8230; his body was pure masculine perfection. For an Asian guy he was tall, had little over six feet, and was ideally proportioned, with probably none body fat at all. His slender yet muscular figure, with large pecs, a deeply curved eight-pack, narrow waist, round little butt, and powerful thighs and calves, was the stuff every man&#8217;s dreams are made of. There is an inherent paradox about the Korean society, which &#8211; though claiming to be modern and progressive &#8211; is generally homophobic and conservative. Various Christian sects from the West have a hand in this, consequently uprooting and devastating Korean culture, and poisoning the hearts and minds of the Korean people with twisted Catholic and Protestant ideologies. This stands in stark contrast to how young men in South Korea look and carry themselves, which is in no way conservative or traditional in the Western sense of the word. They put tremendous effort into skin and hair care, and are very meticulous about fitness and exercising their bodies. Plastic surgeries are a common thing; even children get them, all in the name of physical perfection. They use beauty products and cosmetics which in the States are usually reserved for women. Moreover, Koreans are fabulously fashion-conscious, thus combining pretty faces and hot bodies with cool clothes &#8211; it&#8217;s truly an enigma, how is it they aren&#8217;t all gay. Woody, however, was very much gay. He was, in fact, a shameless, cock-crazed, cum-guzzling slut &#8211; always in wanton need for dick, insatiable for hard-muscled, perfectly chiseled college jock studs and their succulent, dripping manhoods. The boy was one of his dorm&#8217;s &#8220;official&#8221; cocksuckers, and spent most of his time servicing straight dudes who were in an urgent need of getting off and blasting a hefty load. A lot of the guys living in the Hall were out-of-town students from all across America; others came to study from different countries. That meant they were separated from their girlfriends, and there wasn&#8217;t always enough local cunt at hand for them to fuck. This was where boys like Woo-Suk were coming into the picture. The Korean&#8217;s &#8220;job&#8221; was to be ready at any time of day or night to give up his ass and mouth to any number of horny dudes who needed to dump a load of jizz. A healthy, normal boy in his late teens or his early 20s usually needs to cum at least twice a day; though in reality most guys have to drain their balls thrice, fourfold, or even more than that. If jacking off doesn&#8217;t feel like enough, or you go out for a night of clubbing and somehow don&#8217;t score, or &#8211; let&#8217;s be straight here, guys, nothing gay about it &#8211; you simply find it fuckin&#8217; hot to pulverize another dude&#8217;s beefy ass, ramming your raging hard-on between those hard, smooth, pale mounds, right into that blissful cavern of his moist, tantalizing pussy &#8211; well then, Woody is your man. If he was nowhere to be found, you had a good chance of catching him in one of the locker rooms, busy worshipping the bodies of all the male athletes there, licking their shredded abs, pressing his face into their jockstrapped butts, caressing their well-defined, hairy calves, and milking their cum-filled nutsacs, while trying to take as many of their dicks up inside his own lithe body as possible. The Korean appeared to be ostentatiously ignoring his roommate, Jayson, who in turn seemed very preoccupied with slamming his fat cock balls-deep into what looked like maybe a 12-year-old bitch&#8217;s tiny cunt. The tween slut was sprawled on the senior&#8217;s much larger body, dressed in an erotic, cupless, red-and-black, lace bustier set, complete with matching garter belts, pasties on her nipples, and stockings. Her exposed tits were unnaturally big and round, even for an adult female, all the more a bitch as young as that one &#8211; clearly the outcome of several boob jobs. The resulting effect was fabulously obscene. Apparently, she was gagged with some black jockstrap, stuffed into her mouth. Her makeup was smudged and a complete mess. &#8220;Hey bros, sup?&#8221; &#8220;Heeey Kev! Not much. I&#8217;m checking out a new exchange dude&#8217;s Facebook, while Mister &#8220;Look how fuckin&#8217; straight I am&#8221; over there is busy being a sick pedo,&#8221; answered Woo-Suk with a smirk, pointing towards the bed on the other side of the room. &#8220;Whoa, dude&#8230; You&#8217;re fucking a middle schooler? How did you get your hands on her?&#8221; asked Kevin, surprised at seeing how young the cunt was. &#8220;Hey dawg&#8230; You should know, same place the frat&#8230; fuck&#8230; got the boy toy for their last party,&#8221; answered Jayson with a knowing wink. &#8220;Oh, and don&#8217;t mind Woody, he&#8217;s just&#8230; oooh&#8230; just butthurt it ain&#8217;t his ass&#8230; that&#8217;s&#8230; fuck&#8230; sitting on my dick,&#8221; he hit back at his roomie in between fucks. The senior had a powerful, gorgeously muscled body, which made it all the more arousing to see him fuck his fat, 8.7&#8221; jock-meat into the twat of the big-boobed, 12-year-old whore. Two deliciously looking, large, shaved smooth orbs jostled below his cunt-fucker every time he forced it inside the girl&#8217;s petite body in an erotic show of primal, masculine power. The young stud&#8217;s legs were just two incredible, huge slabs of hard muscle, both his bulky thighs and calves hairless and ready to be licked and worshipped, same as his exposed, smooth, marble ass, sexily decorated between its hard cheeks with a virgin, puckered hole. &#8220;Oh, believe me, Jays, I&#8217;ve got enough eager heads in this building to fuck my ass to get me fuckin&#8217; pregnant,&#8221; laughed Woo-suk. &#8220;Oh, I&#8217;m sure of that, you fuckin&#8217; slut! Fuck&#8230; speaking of pregnancy&#8230; I would so fuckin&#8217; love, ughhh&#8230; to knock this fuckin&#8217; bitch up! Would be so hot&#8230; fuuuck! &#8230;to get a kid pregnant with a kid!&#8221; Jayson&#8217;s incredible, perfectly sculpted physique was covered in a shiny layer of sweat, as he looked determined to fill up the child he was power-fucking with his creamy essence, and soon. His large hands were tracing patterns all over the little body lying on his chiseled chest, feasting on the size and age difference between the jock and the underage cunt. It was a shameless, ostentatious show of young, masculine prowess. The stench of sex in the room was intoxicating. &#8220;Yeah, you could wait for the baby to get born and then have sex with it. What a fuckin&#8217; perv&#8230; sorry, STRAIGHT perv,&#8221; said Woody while still browsing through photos on his iPad. Kevin laughed heartily at Woody&#8217;s words, who indeed must have been very jealous his sexy roomie was deep-dicking a young cunt, and not him. Jayson liked to call himself straight, though it wasn&#8217;t stopping him from whoring around with all of his football buddies, ever since as a teen he had begun molesting his brother, Matty. But truth be told, overall he did fuck more cunts than boys. &#8220;Hahahah, OK guys, enough with the marital quarrel. Who&#8217;s the new dude you&#8217;re checking out? He hot?&#8221; &#8220;The exchange guy? Hot enough. His name is&#8230; uuum&#8230; Woy-tak?! Fuck if I know how&#8217;s it spelled&#8230; A sophomore, from Poland&#8230; So he&#8217;s Russian or something, right? Haven&#8217;t fucked him yet, though. Take a look.&#8221; &#8220;Poland? Isn&#8217;t that in fuckin&#8217; Maine&#8230;? My aunt lives in Maine,&#8221; asked Jayson, as Kevin took the iPad from Woody&#8217;s hand. The boy&#8217;s name was Wojtek, and he was indeed from Poland. Kev was browsing through his Facebook gallery, looking at pics of a young dude with a blonde, side part pompadour hairstyle, a lot of them taken in front of a gym mirror, shirtless. He wasn&#8217;t very muscular, yet his exposed body was lean and nicely toned. A stylized cross was tattooed on his left pec. &#8220;Poland, like a country in Europe, dumbass,&#8221; said the Korean. &#8220;Dayum! Not bad, not bad at all, dawg! Bet if you wiggle that sweet lil&#8217; ass at him a couple of times, you&#8217;ll get your hands on his fat Polish sausage!&#8221; &#8220;Fuck Poland, I&#8217;m gonna cum, guys. I&#8217;m close&#8230; Like, in a secooo&#8230; UUUGGHHHH!!! MUTHAFUUU&#8230;!!! TAKE IT, CUNT!!!&#8221; Jays began to shoot spurt after spurt of creamy goodness inside the cunt&#8217;s body, pumping her full of his rich, thick jizz, delivering it deep inside her 12-year-old pussy. His smooth balls were pulled up, the beautiful rosebud between his butt cheeks tightened. Even though he wasn&#8217;t fucking a boy, the muscle stud was still in ecstasy, moaning while probably hoping he was making the bitch pregnant. It was pure bliss to observe it, the glorious pedo debauchery of the act making it even more appealing. &#8220;Fuck, I love watching a dude cum,&#8221; said Woo-Suk. The boy hopped off his bed and squatted right next to his orgasming roomie. He reached out and scooped some of the whitish jizz running down the shaft of Jayson&#8217;s dick, coating the massive offensive lineman&#8217;s smooth set of orange-like balls in a layer of freshly milked spooge, then brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. &#8220;Mmmm&#8230; I am such a cum junkie,&#8221; he grinned, and then dove to feast even more on the leaking man-cream, making slurpy sounds while at it. Jayson pulled out of the 12-year-old twat and shoved her away, making her hit the floor. He reached into a locker, got his wallet, and took out a Benjamin. &#8220;Here, cunt. You earned it. Now get yourself dressed and get the fuck outta here.&#8221; The girl slowly picked herself up from the floor, spit out the jockstrap, and took the money. &#8220;Thank you,&#8221; she murmured. Woody still had his head at the level of Jays&#8217; crotch, sensuously tonguing his muscled roomie&#8217;s hefty nutsac. Once the football stud&#8217;s dick was out of the middle school hooker&#8217;s pussy, the Korean engulfed it greedily, sucking it whole in an expert, cocksucking manner. He began bobbing up and down, cleaning the cut 8.7&#8221; penis of the cummy residue. &#8220;Dude.&#8221; said Kevin. &#8220;Now that you finished breeding the bitch, we gotta talk about where you got her from,&#8221; he showed Jayson the mysterious black business card. *** Thirty minutes later Kevin and Jayson were sitting at an outdoor table surrounded by a plethora of shady trees amidst a bed of luscious green grass, sipping cool Pliny the Elder beers. After cleaning up Jayson&#8217;s cock, Woody went to visit Sebastin, a 21-year-old Latino running back living on the same floor as the two boys did, who had recently broken his leg during practice and was now practically confined to his dorm room. The Korean offered he would suck his dick on a daily basis, plus let the young football jock fuck him in his ass, so the crippled athlete wouldn&#8217;t be limited to just jacking off to porn all day. The 12-year-old cunt, on the other hand, straightened up, washed off her make-up, got dressed, took her $100, and left without a word. &#8220;So, dude. What&#8217;s the deal with this card? Where did you get it?&#8221; Kevin began. &#8220;Dude, you know I wouldn&#8217;t lie to you, you&#8217;re one of my best buds. But I really don&#8217;t know that much. Two weeks ago Taylor and Justin took me to a party at Micky&#8217;s. We spent several hours there and I was already cross-faded after drinking the whole evening, when some guy started hitting on me. It took me a while to realize it was Blake, Blake Wheeler. We went to elementary school together. I haven&#8217;t seen him in years. So we danced and made-out, he was roaming my bare chest and abs with his hands. It was all pretty hot. Then, at the dance floor, he unzipped my pants and took my cock out. I was so drunk I didn&#8217;t care, so he gave me head in the middle of the club. After cumming on his face and licking my cum off it, I felt like wanting to fuck him. He also wanted to get fucked by me, so I said we could go to the toilets, but he invited me over to his place instead. It turned out he&#8217;s loaded, and lives in Holmby Hills&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;Get to it already!&#8221; &#8220;Okay, okay. So we took a cab to the Hills, and I spent the night. I fucked him three times, even let him fuck me once. In the morning, when he was still asleep, I got out of the bed and went on a little tour of his house. I came by a large TV-room with a 105&#8221; Samsung 4K set. Without a second thought I turned it on, and dude, you won&#8217;t believe what I saw&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;Yeah? What did you see?&#8221; inquired Kevin. &#8220;The TV started playing a movie from a DVD. It was a porn flick. A little white boy, maybe eight years old, had his face squeezed between the ass globes of a gigantic black dude, who looked like he could be 6&#8217;5&#8221; and over 250 lbs. The boy was rimming his sweaty nigga ass, making hot, squelching sounds while at it, moaning like a fuckin&#8217; bitch in heat. It was fucking amazing. The black dude had an 11&#8221; cock on him, which was leaking pearly pre-cum onto his 8-pack abs and the boy&#8217;s head. Behind the boy there was another black guy, equally big, who was ramming his fat nigger dick into the kid&#8217;s asshole. It was fuckin&#8217; kiddie porn, dude.&#8221; Kevin&#8217;s eyes grew wide, while his dick began getting hard, &#8220;So what did you do?&#8221; &#8220;First I just stood there, staring. Then I started getting a hard-on. So I sat in an armchair and began jacking off. The dude fucking the boy pulled out and moved to his face. Both the black dudes started jerking off onto the lil&#8217; kid&#8217;s face, covering it in a thick layer of steamy nigga jizz&#8230; That&#8217;s when I started cumming myself. And that&#8217;s when Blake came into the room.&#8221; &#8220;Yeah?&#8221; &#8220;Suddenly there was dead silence. He caught me masturbating to interracial kiddie porn. On the other hand, it was his house and his fuckin&#8217; DVD player. He must have been watching the movie himself sometime earlier and forgot to turn it off and remove the disc. Finally he asked me if I liked what I saw. I said yes. He asked me if I wanted to see more. Again, I said yes. So he walked to a wooden cabinet, opened a drawer, and got a plastic DVD box. He showed me the cover: It said &#8220;After Class Cruising&#8221; and had a picture of three elementary school-aged boys in their school uniforms, each one with his little mouth open in the shape of an O, as if they were ready to suck cock. Blake switched the discs and turned the new movie on. 20 minutes into it and we were fucking again.&#8221; &#8220;Jesus fuck, what about the business card?! Did Blake give it to you?&#8221; &#8220;Finally, after dropping two more of my loads up his sexy ass, I wanted to go. That&#8217;s when he gave me the card. He blatantly admitted that it&#8217;s an exclusive escort service for kid-lovers and that if I liked the movies, I can dial the number and order a boy or a girl, my choice. I would be asked about his or hers specific looks and preferred age. Since then I&#8217;ve had three girls, including the one you saw today, and one seven-year-old boy! My wallet is drained, dude, hahahah,&#8221; laughed Jayson. &#8220;Oh my fuckin&#8217; Gawd, seven years old?!&#8221; Kevin&#8217;s mouth was dry with lust. &#8220;Yup. Words can&#8217;t begin to describe the softness of his skin, the beauty of his eyes, the warm, moist tightness of his young pussy&#8230; Dude, I may be a sick pedo, as Woody calls me, but my dick never felt as good as when I was fucking those lil&#8217; kids!&#8221; the offensive lineman had a wide, beaming smile on his handsome face. Mind you that English is not my mother tongue, so please be tolerant about any mistakes and inadequacies. I apologize for making them and hope that they won't spoil your fun. Please email me about what u think of this chapter and the story so far, what u liked and what u did not, what would u like to read in the next installments and so on. I enjoy hearing from you very much, so go ahead and speak your mind. Thanks! [email protected]

Mind you, that there is quite a lot of racial slur in this chapter. Its use serves a purely entertaining purpose, accentuating the objectification of some of the characters mentioned. I am sorry if I still managed to offend somebody, it was never my intention. Sandy and the Boys &#8211; Chapter 4 Keantay&#8217;s room looked like every other typical 10-year-old boy&#8217;s room&#8230; except for a few minor details. In terms of furniture, there was the bed, of course, with colorful Marvel superhero sheets. One of the walls had a double door, which hid the boy&#8217;s spacious closet. A custom-built computer desk, with a locker beside and shelves above it, had a XDNA Aurum 24K set with a Dell 5K monitor, all in all worth around $16K, plus a white 13&#8221; MacBook Air. Paperback comic books lied scattered all around, together with singular pieces of a young boy&#8217;s clothing. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. So, what was unusual about the room, you ask? First of all, there was a huge, framed poster, hanging on the wall opposite to Keantay&#8217;s bed. Limited to just 1000 copies and highly sought-after by wealthy fans and collectors worldwide, the poster was a part of the promotional campaign for Keantay&#8217;s first-ever movie where he starred as the lead, &#8220;Lost in Magic Kingdom&#8221;. The nigger boy, nine-years-old at the time of the shoot, was pictured naked and on all fours, wearing a pointy birthday hat and smiling wide for the camera. He was surrounded by a group of equally naked white men, with oversized masks of Disney characters covering their faces. Mickey, Donald, Pluto, Goofy, Huey, Dewey and Louie, Scrooge, Aladdin, the Genie, the Beagle Boys &#8211; they were all there, towering over the tiny-in-comparison, ebony boy. The men had young, shredded, hairless bodies, rippling with pure muscle, including huge pecs, washboard abs and beefy thighs. They were holding their fat, giant, ivory, cunt-ripping cocks in their large palms, pointing them menacingly from behind at the happy-looking, seemingly unaware, prepubescent boy. A red sticker beneath the movie&#8217;s title was saying: &#8220;Shot on location at Walt Disney World Resort, Bay Lake, FL!&#8221; Apart from the kiddie porn poster, a couple of things around Keantay&#8217;s desk also seemed a bit out of place. A glass bowl filled with Viagra, Cialis, Levitra and various brightly-colored X pills, stood right next to the boy&#8217;s hi-tech monitor. The monitor itself had a movie on; the screen was playing a scene from BelAmi&#8217;s timeless classic, &#8220;Greek Holiday 2: Cruising Mykonos&#8221;, with the gorgeous Brandon Manilow and Sascha Chaykin fucking like crazy in their cute sailor caps. Instead of the sounds of moaning, panting, slapping and gasping, the loudspeakers were rocking the place with Slayer. The shelves above stored maybe a dozen different dildos, plus a few bottles of Swiss Navy and Gun Oil products. No books, no school-bag, no school equipment. Just a pile of empty Pabst Blue Ribbon cans and a waaay cool, black, penis-shaped, ceramic bong on a wooden nightstand beside the bed. Sandy froze for a second upon seeing what was going on in the lil&#8217; ebony boy&#8217;s room. Connor was half-sitting and half-lying on Keantay&#8217;s bed, leaned against the wall, spread-legged. His gargantuan, mighty-looking, 10.5&#8221; steel-hard cock was buried inside of Keantay&#8217;s chocolate-colored preteen body, firmly held by the man&#8217;s burly paws, which could probably rip the 10-year-old black kid apart with very little effort. Beneath the connected in that sacred, man-boy fusion pair, crouched on the Captain America and Hulk sheets, was Teion, Keantay&#8217;s nine-year-old neighbor from the room next door. He seemed to be very focused on what he was doing, and that was sensuously kissing and licking Connor&#8217;s smooth, bull-sized, sweat-dripping cojones. His younger by two years brother, Breion, was positioned next to him, also working his pink baby-tongue all over the luscious-looking, heavy ballsack. Connor was a 27-year-old dude who acted as the nominal owner and the only official occupant of the Apartment. He&#8217;s been an employee of the Organization for six years, got recruited after being scouted in a rather shady and &#8211; putting it simply &#8211; illegal New York club, whilst still a student at Columbia University. He was half-Irish, half-Norwegian, had a lush, light blonde mane of hair, which he kept shoulder-length and partly braided into decorative cornrows and plaits. He had hypnotic, sky blue eyes, well cared-for, pale white skin, prominent, high cheekbones, and a strong, square jaw, always with a five o&#8217;clock shadow. Connor was 6&#8217;3&#8221; and weighed almost 220 lbs. His powerful, rock-hard physique looked as if it was sculpted by the Norse gods themselves: perfectly smooth, bulging with young muscle chest, broad shoulders and ripe, firm pecs, accentuated with hard, dark, pointy nipples; chiseled, well-worked eight-pack abs, carved so deeply you could spend all day licking and worshipping all those sexy grooves. A similarly deeply accentuated Apollo&#8217;s belt encircled his lower abdomen and led the way to a manscaped bush of thick, blonde pubes. Connor had both his pit and pubic hair, limiting the whole grooming thing to trimming &#8216;em a bit, but at the same time kept his balls completely shaved and perfectly lickable, of course. His magnificent, veiny, 10.5&#8221; uncut schlong was the Scandinavian hunk&#8217;s biggest pride. The thick trunk of luscious man-meat, mesmerizing in its teasing beauty and fullness, was made to be choked and gagged upon, to have cunts and asses ripped apart and then have them flooded with a tidal wave of steamy, delicious man-cream. Connor&#8217;s marble ass globes could crush stones in that deep crack between them. Both his dreamy butt and his long, perfectly muscled legs were covered in a delicate, hot-as-fuck looking layer of blonde fuzz, hairier around the athletic calves and ankles. He truly was a perfect specimen of an all-man, hot-as-fuck Viking boy-fucker. Think of Chris Hemsworth in &#8220;Thor&#8221;, but way hotter. Keantay, Teion and Breion, at first glance at least, all looked similar to each other. They were skinny preteen niggaz after all, hard to distinguish. On a closer look, one could see that Keantay was quite dark-skinned and very handsome; his lil&#8217; body, only 10 years old, of deep, ebony tinge, all shiny and glistening with sweat, upon licking surely must&#8217;ve tasted like the most exquisite of dark chocolates. He had big, licorice-black eyes, a broad nose and thick, pinkish lips, his curly hair stylized into a high top fade cut and his ears sexily decorated with white tunnel plugs. The two brothers, on the other hand, were lighter-toned, more of a milk chocolate flavor. They both had that cocky, streetwise look characteristic of African-American youths, with the older boy sporting an extra short buzz with temple fade, while his younger bro had a curly, stylized top with wave fades on the sides. Thanks to cute little eyes, slightly protruding ears and generally slender, delicate faces, they both brought to mind images of the extremely hot and fuckable Jaden Smith. Like Keantay, they wore plugs and stud men&#8217;s earrings. All three boys had slim, athletic bodies, delicately muscled in an appetizing way, with little to zero fat whatsoever. Their young, coltish limbs were slender and smooth; none of them had any body hair spoiling those delightful, boyish looks. Their asses were small, but firm and round, well trained and cared for at gyms and sports halls, in order to look as seductive and inviting as possible for anyone who&#8217;d want inside of them. Being black and all, the mocha cuties were anything but shabby in the cock department, sporting tasty looking cunt-fuckers well above the size of your average preteen slut. At that moment, the boys were nude except for Teion and Breion, who had white, knee-high athletic socks on, contrasting in a maddeningly seductive way with the brown color of their skin. Besides that, the younger brother wore a C-IN2 white jockstrap. Fuckin&#8217; awesome how they&#8217;re making sexy, kid-sized jocks and thongs nowadays. &#8220;Aw, Con. You fuckin&#8217; nigger-lover&#8230;&#8221; laughed Sandy at the unspeakably obscene, but at the same time beautiful sight on the bed. Connor had maybe five inches of his white sausage stuffed inside the prepubescent darkie&#8217;s rectum. It was already a lot of dick for any 10-year-old boy to take up inside his body. There are so many 10-year-old cuties walking the streets of our cities, who&#8217;d probably strongly object to being impaled on a 10.5&#8221; spear&#8230; Not that such protests would even mildly bother nor stop anybody from proceeding with the boy&#8230; but not Keantay. He definitely wasn&#8217;t one of those wimpy boys &#8211; he was having the time of his life. The lil&#8217; jungle bunny turned his head towards Sandy and greeted him with a shit-eating grin of utter slut-satisfaction and a stoned-as-fuck look in his black eyes. He was so wasted. The two mocha brothers, nine and seven years old respectively, were also seriously fucked up and high on whatever Con was treating them to. &#8220;Aahhh&#8230; About the fucking time you showed up, blondie&#8230;&#8221; Connor gasped in utter bliss, his club-like dick rammed half-length into the hot, damp insides of the tween hottie. He was in absolute control of Keantay&#8217;s delicate body. If he wanted to, he could ram his fat cock to the limit in one quick thrust, balls deep, inflicting painful and permanent damage to the kid. That would be sooo hot, but alas, Keantay wasn&#8217;t his; the chocolate cum container over him belonged to the Organization, and was too valuable to just wear it off during one fuck session. Connor was obsessed with his big dick. For him, and for guys like him, life was all about fucking. Since the age of 10, his main concern every day was to get his rocks off &#8211; by jacking off as many times as he could, or simply by fucking like crazy. Every boy needs a lot of sex &#8211; that&#8217;s just how they are &#8211; but with Connor, it was bordering on addiction. Being rich, handsome and athletic, he was always a very popular kid in all the subsequent schools he attended. Both girls and boys looked up to him; he was charming, intelligent, self-confident, a natural born leader, attracting everyone around him, immediately cottoned to by everybody. As a champion athlete and later the star quarterback, he was well-respected (and lusted after) by his friends and teammates, plus desperately desired for the role of boyfriend by all the pretty girls, so they could show-off in front of and put down their cheerleader friends. Connor, of course, was using all that to his advantage, literally fucking his way through elementary school, middle school, high school and then college. By the age of 13 he was already a notorious cocksman, with gossip about his big, luscious cock, insatiable libido and amazing fuck-stamina spreading like wildfire. He was rough, often violent, and &#8211; to top it off &#8211; a true misogynist. He treated his girlfriends like trash, using them like the cum-dumps they were, abusing and sharing them with his buddies, hooking them up on drugs, practically whoring them out and turning into fucked up, cocksucking skanks. Like for so many of today&#8217;s teenage boys, a cunt was nothing more than an object with holes to stick your dick in and start thrusting, a dumb as a post cum rag, who owed respect to men. In all, Connor got ten bitches pregnant, with the youngest one being barely 13 years old when he knocked her up. He never ever used condoms &#8211; he was always saying that the rubber spoils the fuck com-plete-ly. As soon as a cunt told him she was pregnant, Connor was either dumping her like a hot potato, or was passing her on to some of his kinky friends, who got turned on by a bloated belly. The girls usually loved him too much to complain and obediently went along with everything, dumb twats that they were, or more often, were getting vacuumed, so Connor would, just maybe, allow them to remain by his side. The glorious Irish-Norwegian hunk also had a serious weakness for boy flesh, naturally. He considered himself straight, never got fucked in his ass and rarely sucked cock, but throughout the years he&#8217;s plowed more than his fair share of boy pussies, including his two brothers and a few other blood relatives. He constituted a wonderful addition to the Organization&#8217;s family and, since joining, has proven himself to be an invaluable worker. For fuck&#8217;s sake, the dude actually gave up his promising career in football to lead a luxurious life of a famous movie star in the porn industry&#8230; Every little boy&#8217;s dream cum true. Sandy knew Connor was a jockstrap-freak, hence his Andrew Christian&#8211;strapped ass cheeks. Being such a good little boy, he enjoyed making all of his friends happy, all the time. Plus, it was always good to score some points with Con and thus keep him calm and contented. The 12-year-old tween boy summarized the events at the Alpha Psi Alpha frat house to the freakishly good-looking muscle stud, emphasizing every single debauched and obscene act he could remember. Josh and Kev were supposed to send him video clips with material which had been shot during the course of the party; there were bound to be heaps of wild stuff in them he couldn&#8217;t recall by himself, being too out of it then. The young jocks probably thought the vids would be a cute memento and some hot jack off material for Sandy and whomever else he&#8217;d show them to, nothing more. Little did they know that their amateur porn would serve as important proof in a peculiar vetting process conducted by the Organization, all in order to establish whether the constantly cross-faded frat boys were eligible to join its elite ranks. Sandy observed as his words were turning on Connor ever so more. The two black boys licking and fondling Con&#8217;s tightened, sweaty ballsack, his hard taint, the thick slabs of his manly, muscular thighs, were also clearly getting very aroused, speeding up their actions, lapping at the 27-year-old&#8217;s most intimate parts, caressing and fondling their own preadolescent, chocolate bodies&#8230; So young, and already so delightfully corrupted. Sweat was dripping from their foreheads, loud and obscene sounds of slurping and sloshing were mixing with violent thrash metal. Connor&#8217;s schlong was slowly, but steadily, moving deeper and deeper into Keantay. The sneaky Viking cocksman had a can of BLACK MAX Ethyl Chloride and a small rag next to him. Sandy was excited to see how the stud sprayed the cloth and held it against the coon pup&#8217;s face, leaving him with no choice but to inhale deeply. The slutty 10-year-old kid was so out of it. His jutting 5.2&#8221; cock could not yet spurt, but it was twitching like crazy, with no doubt the result of multiple mind-blowing dry boygasms, since he was moaning like a mounted doggie bitch. With even the slightest of moves made by Connor&#8217;s groin, the jigaboo cutie he was stuffing with his enormous fuck-stick twitched and wriggled and squirmed. His moans and loud gasps turned to yells and even screams each time another fraction of an inch of Con&#8217;s cock disappeared into the boy&#8217;s pussy. They were both sweating profusely in the sweltering atmosphere. The heady smell of sex, typically present in every young boy&#8217;s room, was so much stronger in the damp air of where Con and the others were all pleasuring each other. Apparently, the blonde dude had decided to stick his whole 10.5 inches into Keantay&#8217;s incomparably smaller body, because he was neither pulling out nor starting to properly fuck the boy with what was already in. The reddened lips of the lil&#8217; nigga boy&#8217;s hungry pussy, though grotesquely outstretched to accommodate that almost arm-thick dick invading the ebony slut, engulfing it ever so tightly, somehow were still able to leak the boy&#8217;s ass juices and Connor&#8217;s pre-fuck, smearing Con&#8217;s smooth perineum and his marble ass with an appetizing mixture of their body fluids. Thanks to weed, X and poppers, all the boys&#8217; senses were heightened and the wild sensations they were experiencing &#8211; so much enhanced. Still, Keantay was in a lot of pain. &#8220;Fuck, bitch. You&#8217;re so fuckin&#8217; tight!&#8221; &#8220;Aaaarrgghhhhh...!!!&#8221; &#8220;Yeah baby boy. I&#8217;m gonna fuck you so hard&#8230; Just lemme put that mean cock of mine up inside your baby cunt&#8221;. &#8220;OOOOOOhhhh&#8230;!!!&#8221; &#8220;That&#8217;s it, lil&#8217; one&#8230; Open up for Uncle Con&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;AAAAAAAGGHHHH&#8230;!!! Please, Uncle Con&#8230;! It huuurts baaad&#8230;! Ugh! I don&#8217;t kno&#8217; if I can takes it!&#8221; &#8220;Ssshhh&#8230; Hush, sweetie. You&#8217;re 10, you a big boy already&#8230; A man! But want me to make a REAL man outta you? You have to take dick up your ass the way REAL men do&#8230;&#8221; Connor again sprayed the rag with BLACK MAX and shoved it against the prepubescent boy&#8217;s handsome face. He was using both his big hands to sensuously caress Keantay&#8217;s thin body, his small, delicately muscled chest and flat tummy, to pinch his miniature nipples and play with the cute lil&#8217; nigga&#8217;s not-so-lil&#8217; dick and his smooth sack. There are few, if any, greater pleasures known to man other than molesting and corrupting young boys. Keantay had been at the Apartment for just over a couple of weeks then. Before that, he was staying at a secluded house on a large parcel of land outside Las Vegas, owned by the Organization. Before getting recruited, he was a petty shoplifter and a thug in the making, who lived with his two older brothers and an alcoholic mother in the projects of Watts, Southeast LA. His two nigga bros started molesting him when he was three. By the age of eight, Keantay was a burned-out cocksucking tweaker bitch. His health was deteriorating rapidly, he was malnourished and hooked on almost everything he and his brothers could get on the corners. The boy got thrown out of school. He was spending his days hangin&#8217; out with his lil&#8217; homies, doing drugs, stealing, and sucking cock for dozens of young, local nigga and spick thugs. Before Keantay&#8217;s brothers decided to start working on his pussy and finally shove their big nigga dicks up their baby bro, so to teach him to love thick man meat up his ass, they thought of an even better idea. The two dudes had ties to the Organization, so they recommended Keantay for the position of an actor and quickly sealed the deal. The worn out preteen cocksucker was nine. He was taken away and worked on by a small team of expert personal trainers and coaches. After a few months his butt was more or less prepared to take big dicks, his cocksucking techniques were expanded on, his small body got slender and more muscular. A risqu decision was made to give him a big opportunity and the relatively inexperienced boy landed the lead in a major production, scheduled for shooting in Florida. As it turned out, &#8220;Lost in Magic Kingdom&#8221; became a blockbuster and a smash hit, at least among certain circles of people, those who could appreciate quality adult entertainment. The lil&#8217; nigger became a movie star, hand to mouth. Now, after transferring him under the guidance of Connor, 10-year-old Keantay was preparing for another big role. The Irish-Norwegian muscle-god had over 8&#8221; of first-prize fuck-meat up the ebony kid&#8217;s chute. Despite the slut&#8217;s wriggling and fidgeting, he had zero problem with holding his body down. The fucked up, screwed coon child was getting more and more vocal. Tears began to form in his eyes. Sandy couldn&#8217;t help himself &#8211; he was very intently stroking his 12-year-old cock through the damp fabric of his Andrew Christian jockstrap, marveling at the extreme hotness of what was going on. &#8220;Get that bong there, fill it and give these niggers some,&#8221; Connor ordered. Sandy released his straining, leaking penis and did what the older stud asked him to do. After preparing the cock-shaped bong, he made Teion and Breion turn towards him and sit on the bed&#8217;s edge. The blonde cherub started with the younger boy. He locked his lips on the seven-year-old&#8217;s mouth and kissed him affectionately for a couple of minutes. Then, he took the weed bong and inhaled deeply, only to again kiss Breion and shotgun the potent smoke in the smaller boy&#8217;s lungs. Sandy repeated the action and moved on to also refuel the bigger bro&#8217;s high. The weed was extra strong, laced with quality meth &#8211; it sure was the good stuff. Only the best of the best for the hard working Organization boys. Sandy then handed Connor the pipe, and the sexy stud shotgunned Keantay, though a lot more roughly than the tween beauty did. &#8220;You, nigger boy. Brian, or woteva the fuck your nigger name is. Suck Sandy&#8217;s cock!&#8221; Before Sandy could begin to protest, the stoned little kid, like the true cock whore that he was, dropped to his knees in front of the 12-year-old white boy. He pushed his innocent-looking face against Sandy&#8217;s jock clad crotch and inhaled the musky boy smell of sweaty cock and balls. Next, he opened his baby mouth and stuck it to the fabric of the underwear, trying to suck the dampness out of the soaked-with-pre-cum material. At the same time, he began to make use of his supple tongue, licking and poking at Sandy&#8217;s hard cock with feverish gusto, expertly teasing the sensitive little cockhead. The older boy moaned in ecstasy. Teion returned to pleasing Connor orally, who in turn was smiling wickedly at the two black & white cuties, playing so nicely with each other. The hunk then laid his right hand on Keantay&#8217;s abdomen and traced it with his bony fingers. He found a sizeable bump, bulging out the 10-year-old&#8217;s belly; it was roughly cock-shaped. Connor could feel his own mighty dick through the preteen coon&#8217;s thin layer of skin and muscle, with his hand! &#8220;FUCK YEAH!&#8221; the blonde stud cried out and in just one final enthusiastic and powerful thrust, he pushed the last couple of inches of his trunk-like schlong into the 10-year-old&#8217;s bowels. His filled-with-spunk, smooth and sweaty balls jostled and slapped violently against Keantay&#8217;s chocolate flesh. Any guy who fucked a kid knows how fuckin&#8217; hot it is to feel and see your cock inside a little slut&#8217;s abdomen. &#8220;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&#8230;!!!&#8221; Keantay&#8217;s agonized scream tore through the sultry air. The 10-year-old boy had a thick 10.5&#8221; monster cock shoved deep inside his ravaged cunt, poking at his internal organs and pulsating as if it was a second heart, rapidly beating in his small chest. The black bitch immediately experienced another boygasm, which caused his already exhausted and fidgety body to shake and tremble like a leaf in the wind. He was dripping with sweat; eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth was mumbling something incoherent, with saliva dripping off his chin. The lil&#8217; faggot&#8217;s vision faded and turned to black. He passed out, impaled on that magnificent piece of 100% man dick that he craved so much, the fucking slut! &#8220;JEEESUS FUCK!&#8221; cried out Sandy upon seeing how the faggot cock-hound&#8217;s limp body flopped a little, but was still more or less kept in position by the steel-hard pole of flesh it was skewered on. Already wracked with pleasure by observing the fuckfest, the 12-year-old&#8217;s mind and body couldn&#8217;t take it anymore &#8211; even though Breion had begun to pleasure his dick only a couple of minutes earlier &#8211; still in his purple jockstrap, the blonde angel started orgasming. Spurts and spurts of thick, fresh cum were amassing in the jock pouch, bloating it out and leaking abundantly, coating the young stud&#8217;s thighs, dripping onto the floor. His piss slit was shooting jism like a machine gun, causing the skimpy pair of undies to overflow with tween seed. Breion, the ebony preteen at Sandy&#8217;s feet, was scooping as much cock slop as he could with his pink lips, swallowing hungrily and immediately reaching for more, licking not only at and around the Andrew Christian jock, but also lapping up the tasty spooge from Sandy&#8217;s legs and small feet, even off the floor. Sandy was feeling like he was about to faint himself, overwhelmed by the pleasure pulsating from his groin, being continuously tickled and teased by the preadolescent puppy&#8217;s tongue, lips and hands. He flipped the jockstrap&#8217;s golden waistband with his trembling fingers, allowing unobstructed access to the cum gathered inside. His other hand reached for some of that creamy ejaculate; he dipped three fingers, gathered some of the jizz and lifted the coated digits to his opened mouth. Sandy watched as Breion sank his face into the sloppy mess and began eating the remnants of the older boy&#8217;s orgasm from underneath his cute innie belly button, he himself likewise savoring his own seed and delighting in its gourmet taste. Connor shook off his brief daze, when he stared motionless at Sandy and Breion, captivated by the breathtakingly beautiful and poetic sight of an orgasming 12-year-old boy. He contracted his muscles a bit and pulled half-way out of Keantay. The slut was still unconscious, but then Con forcefully rammed his dick back inside, tearing through the 10-year-old body. Needless to say, that woke the bottom bitch up. At first, he was too zoned out to even comprehend where he was and what was happening to him. That ended quickly though, as the 10.5&#8221; hard shaft began to fuck him mercilessly. The coon fag again started screaming and fidgeting, but he was held tight by his beautiful lover. Con was pulling out his dick just a little, so the thrusts weren&#8217;t very forceful, but soon that mouth-watering piece of meat was popping almost completely out of the nigga cunt, only to sink back into that hot, velvety tunnel of manly pleasure. Accompanying the first few pull-outs of the Scandinavian stud&#8217;s cock were torrential gushes of ass juice and pre-fuck, pouring out of Keantay&#8217;s sloppy asshole. A stream of the headily smelling liquid splashed Con&#8217;s balls, fouled the colorful Marvel sheets and began to steadily drip onto the floor. It was an exquisitely erotic sight. The sexy stud was bucking his hips up and down rhythmically, clenching and unclenching the powerful muscles of his hard ass, fucking the 10-year-old boy with total abandon. Once again he reached for the can of ethyl chloride to relax the black kid, intensify his pleasure and, well, fuck him up. After some time, Keantay, unbelievable as it might seem, was beginning to actually enjoy the ride. He was 4&#8217;4&#8221; and had a 10.5&#8221; slab of meat up his guts &#8211; hot, pulsating, moving in and out of him through his dilated hole. Despite that, his screams and cries gradually made way for soft, quiet grunts and moans of pleasure. Finally, Connor heard Keantay blurt out the magic words he had been waiting for: &#8220;Fuck me&#8230;&#8221; Meanwhile, Sandy came down from his orgasmic high, but being the permanently horny 12-year-old that he was, the sweet boy was immediately ready for more. Yeah, yeah, he was tired; he wanted to lie down, badly. But this shit was too hot to miss. Not only were there three hot as fuck bodies to ogle on the bed, two of &#8216;em engaging in some ridiculously obscene rutting, but lil&#8217; Breion, in his insatiable hunger for dick, was again engulfing Sandy&#8217;s pecker with his baby mouth. His older brother, Teion, couldn&#8217;t worship Connor&#8217;s bull-sized balls anymore, because the stud&#8217;s body was moving too rapidly. Thus, he was feeling idle, but not for long. The nine-year-old chocolate cutie rose up and went to the desk, opened and grabbed something from the locker, then returned and kneeled on the bed, facing Connor and Keantay. He looked simply amazing in his white football socks. The boy arched his firm ass upwards, presenting it to Sandy as if it was on a shop window display. &#8220;Sandy&#8230;?&#8221; &#8220;Yeah&#8230; Teion?&#8221; &#8220;You knows why I ain&#8217;t wearin&#8217; no jockstrap, like Breion iz&#8230;?&#8221; &#8220;No, Teion, I don&#8217;t know&#8230; why you are not&#8230; ooohh&#8230; wearing a jockstrap&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;Dat cuz Connor ripped it ofs me before he fucked my nigga ho ass&#8230;&#8221; He spread open his bubble butt cheeks to reveal the puffy pink cunt lips between them. The sphincter muscles were barely clamped. Teion stuck a few fingers and loosened his asshole without effort, it was so well fucked. The end of a red butt plug became visible, rammed soundly inside the young kid, preventing his backside from leaking. Apparently, Connor must&#8217;ve had already fucked the nine-year-old before moving on to Keantay&#8217;s ass, with Sandy not there yet, and then plugged his chute up with one of the toys belonging to the boys. &#8220;A lil&#8217; help here, bro&#8230;?&#8221; Teion asked his brother. The seven-year-old, who was on his knees in front of Sandy, deepthroating the boy&#8217;s hard nail, released the spit-glazed dick from his mouth and scrambled towards Teion&#8217;s sluttily exposed ass. Grinning madly, the young boy shoved his small hand inside his older brother&#8217;s asshole and poked about a little. Connor slowed down his thunderous fucking and reached for his iPhone to immortalize the marvelous sight of the prepubescent kid with the palm of his hand stuck inside his older sibling&#8217;s ass, who in turn was moaning and panting like the fuckin&#8217; bitch he was. After grasping the handle, Breion slowly pulled out the toy, leaving behind a gaping crater which once was his bigger bro&#8217;s pussy. At its widest part, the butt plug was almost 9&#8221; in circumference. It was covered in slime, with strings of the gooey goodness clinging and outstretched between the boy&#8217;s rear entrance and the toy. &#8220;Lick it, faggot!&#8221; ordered the aroused Connor, seeing how deliciously the plug looked. Breion really didn&#8217;t have to be told what to do; he was a big boy after all. He put out his cute lil&#8217; tongue and started cleaning up the plug, licking off the sweet residue made up of cum and his brother&#8217;s ass juices. Sandy was wildly stroking his hard cock while Teion, that sneaky fucker, suddenly produced a pink drinking straw and a cocktail umbrella. It appeared that those were the things he took out of the cupboard. The nine-year-old boy handed them to his lil&#8217; bro, who knew exactly what to do. He made a show out of sluttily licking off the last traces of the cum coating and then put the butt plug away. Next, he placed the received items inside Teion&#8217;s dilated hole, decorating it like a fancy drink glass. The hot nigga ass was arched high, preventing its yummy content from dripping out; decorated with the straw and the toy umbrella it looked funny, sexy and ridiculously obscene at the same time. &#8220;Sandy, yous thirsty? Wanna fuel up on da juice&#8230;?&#8221; Teion asked slyly. Sandy, with animalistic hunger written all over his handsome face and apparently very thirsty indeed, leaped at the exotic looking snack served to him on Keantay&#8217;s bed. The 12-year-old put the straw between his lips and started slurping greedily, sucking out the elegant mixture of Connor&#8217;s heavy cum load and Teion&#8217;s ass juices, delighting himself in that classy sperm cocktail. Breion, on the other hand, slid between Sandy&#8217;s spread legs, leaned against the bed and again engulfed Sandy&#8217;s trembling dick, returning to his expert cocksucking and ball-licking. Connor &#8211; the blocks of granite his god-like body was made out of dripping with sweat &#8211; was getting close to the finale of his ass-wracking fuck with Keantay. The kid wasn&#8217;t struggling anymore, quite the opposite &#8211; he was on cloud nine, crying out with pleasure and cheering Con on to ravage his weightless-in-comparison body even harder! &#8220;Oh gawd, yaaaaass&#8230;! Fuck me! Fuck mah fuckin&#8217; insides out! Fuck mah worthless nigga body! Ugh&#8230;! Fuck me&#8230; harder&#8230;! Fuck me&#8230; rougher&#8230;! Breed me like da bitch I iz&#8230;!&#8221; Kids. So hard to please, so difficult to satisfy. They never have enough, always craving more. Shove a 10.5&#8221; cock up their ass and you&#8217;d think they finally got what they wanted, but no! After a while, they still yell for and demand more. Fuck! But Connor didn&#8217;t hold that against Keantay. He was a reasonable and responsible adult after all. Plus, despite his scary demeanor, deep down in his heart, he really LOVED children&#8230; Well, boys, at least. The blonde stud was man-handling Keantay&#8217;s cock, pleasuring the coon kid from both sides. His own steel pole moved like a hydraulic pomp, in and out of its chocolate flesh sheathing, hitting all the right buttons inside the 10-year-old&#8217;s ass. After another boygasm, with his petite frame convulsing violently, the ebony boy managed to clench his ass muscles enough to push Connor over the edge. The Norse hunk loved the feel of Keantay&#8217;s hot, tight insides on his throbbing member. Being almost ready to cum, the sudden sensation of the walls of the tunnel he was plunging closing in on his dick acted as an accelerant. He felt the impeding orgasm welling up in his heavy nuts. &#8220;Fuck, bitch! I&#8217;m gonna cuuuuu&#8230; UUUUGGHHHH&#8230;!!!&#8221; The sudden series of thunderous spurts somewhere inside his abdomen rocked Keantay&#8217;s already limp, exhausted body. Bucking in the throes of ecstasy, Connor almost shucked the boy off his pole. The 10.5&#8221; dick was flooding the skinny preteen boy with class A jism, filling him up and bloating out with the nutritious pedo pure protein. Keantay&#8217;s mouth was opened wide in a silent scream, the sudden impact of Con&#8217;s cum apparently cutting off his voice. The totally spent boy was sure he&#8217;d pass out. He could feel the mammoth dick with his hand, through his own belly. It was unreal. His mind was racing, he lost track of what was happening around him; he could only think of that monster cock, locked in him and endlessly gushing its hot sperm. Connor, meanwhile, was still thrusting, relentlessly carving out the 10-year-old body seated on his manly balls, enjoying every second of it. Sandy, who moved on to licking the insides of Teion&#8217;s ass, after more or less emptying it of its tasty contents &#8211; courtesy of Connor&#8217;s insatiable hunger for boy-pussy &#8211; was also close to cumming, thanks to the lil&#8217; kid beneath him who was worshipping the 12-year-old&#8217;s cock and balls. Breion, in his position, found it difficult to deepthroat Sandy, but was still able to engulf almost the whole length of the blonde boy&#8217;s penis. He was doing an excellent job on sucking the 4.7&#8221; cock, licking it all over, teasing the corona, spitting it out frequently so to not forget about the smooth ballsack below that trembling shaft. It was truly a lovely sight, young boys playing around, having fun and spending quality time with their peers, instead of playing all those violent computer games all day. Sandy knew he would cum again soon, Breion&#8217;s mouth and all the other incentives around him were too much to handle. Then, nearing the end of his mind-blowing orgasm, Connor pulled his cock out of Keantay and directed the last few warm jets on the three boys in front of him. Fresh cum splashed against Teion&#8217;s face, splattered Sandy and managed to reach Breion, who had his back turned to Con. Roaring with pleasure, the older stud was milking the last drops of his seed out of that beautiful dick of his. Keantay, still dazed, was splayed on the muscled body under him, lying motionless, a torrent of cum gushing out of the slimy hole in his well-used ass. Sandy couldn&#8217;t take it anymore. The 12-year-old began to orgasm too, his dick, which had shot a healthy load only a short while earlier, was again releasing gob after gob of tasty young seed, this time straight into Breion&#8217;s mouth and throat. Connor&#8217;s jism was slowly leaking down his face and upper body, while his own boy nectar was being dutifully swallowed by the younger boy. He couldn&#8217;t hear the music anymore; his senses were overwhelmed by the taste and aroma of cum. Finally, Sandy&#8217;s eyes closed and his body, all sticky and smelly, collapsed onto the mocha kid under him, who managed to release Sandy&#8217;s dick in time. Exhausted and drained, the blonde angel fell asleep at last. Mind you that English is not my mother tongue, so please be tolerant about any mistakes and inadequacies. I apologize for making them and hope that they won't spoil your fun. Please email me about what u think of this chapter and the story so far, what u liked and what u did not, what would u like to read in the next installments and so on. There will be more chapters! I enjoy hearing from you very much, so go ahead and speak your mind. Thanks! [email protected]

As this Chapter makes mention of some celebrities, it should be stated, once again, that this story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. Sandy and the Boys &#8211; Chapter 5 He was walking through a narrow corridor. The ceiling was shrouded in impenetrable darkness, which was extending onto the passage further in front of him. There was no telling where he might be heading; he could only see the walls of the passage on either side. He looked down and saw that he was barefoot and wearing his cute Pokmon jammies from when he was only a few years old. He was passing doors &#8211; motel doors &#8211; made of cheap plywood. Strangely, they had doorplates, but he couldn&#8217;t decipher the inscriptions &#8211; they were somehow blurry. There were windows too &#8211; large picture windows &#8211; and though each had its tasteless motel curtains pulled together, concealing the interiors, in every few of them there was a gap through which he could peek. He stopped in front of a random one and glued his face to the smudged glass, trying to make out anything in the darkness. Suddenly, the room&#8217;s lights went on, making it much easier to see. It was a sleazy motel room. They all look the same, really &#8211; as a sex worker he&#8217;d been in dozens and dozens of those. What he saw on the bed was somewhat more out of the ordinary, though. Taylor Lautner. Taylor fuckin&#8217; Lautner, in all his muscled teen idol Twilight glory, his ripped body perfectly smooth, glistening with sweat, his youthful, handsome, movie star face contorted from the effort of power-fucking the ass of a much smaller boy with his fat cock. Yup. The kid, lying on his back, looked like he might have been taken straight out of a kindergarten playground &#8211; he was so young. He was hysterical &#8211; screaming and crying and beating around in the air with his thin limbs, desperately trying to free himself from Taylor&#8217;s &#8211; a.k.a. Jacob Black&#8217;s &#8211; firm grip, the skinny little frame bouncing in every direction like a piece of rag. At one point the child was about to pass out &#8211; the pain of the fuck must&#8217;ve been excruciating. Loads of middle school girls are fingering their bald pussies every evening, thinking about being plowed by that fuckin&#8217; stud and his succulent schlong, and this lucky little faggot was getting impaled way up his little heavily heaving chest! Taylor&#8217;s tanned skin gleamed in the room&#8217;s lit lamps, his muscles flexing and bulging, his powerful and studly bod so much different from the pale, skinny kid pinned helplessly against his groin. The young movie star&#8217;s pubic area was shaved clean, as were his heavy, bull-sized balls. His dick &#8211; when Taylor was pulling it out of the preteen slut &#8211; looked like it might be about 9&#8221; long. It was bulging out the kid&#8217;s belly in a ridiculous, absolutely obscene, yet also beautiful way. Boys these young aren&#8217;t really prepared for taking in so much man-meat up their chutes. Usually, if one wants to avoid inflicting permanent damage and serious health issues, it&#8217;s best to refrain from fucking a kid with those really big ones at least until he starts elementary school&#8230; this boy would remember his fuck with Taylor all his life. He moved on to the next window. Again, the lights suddenly turned on by themselves and there he saw Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik, the cute boy singers from One Direction. This room&#8217;s walls were decorated with very tasteful and artistically enlarged photographs of young boys&#8217; spread ass globes and their little cuntholes. Some seemed virgin and intact, others were reddened and moist, but most looked pried open and were leaking precious male fluids. Zayn, the ridiculously good-looking young Pakistani, was choking on Harry&#8217;s teenage cock, which was rammed deep inside his throat, while Louis had his own hard pecker stuffed between the gorgeous, exotic looking boy&#8217;s pert buttocks. Spying on those three, he thought that their lean tattooed bodies, connected by the meaty shafts springing from between their muscular thighs, formed a definitive testimony to the age-old, primordial and animalistic lust that boys have had, and always will have for each other. The three teen idols were rutting each other like beasts &#8211; high on testosterone, dripping with sweat, their mighty cocks leaking boy-honey inside their friends&#8217; heated bodies. Harry&#8217;s curly mane was glued to his skin, all sweaty and dirty, his slim chest heaving, and his pink nipples erect and oh-so-suckable. Zayn&#8217;s hairdo was perfect as always, but his mouth was unnaturally outstretched to welcome his bandmate&#8217;s engorged, pulsating cock into his larynx. Louis, Harry&#8217;s boyfriend, was clearly getting off on watching his lover skull-fuck the handsome boy, kneeling on all fours between them. He lowered his body a little and switched into a doggy position, spreading his lightly-haired, athletic legs and waggling his smooth, appetizing ass in sync with the wild thrusts of Harry&#8217;s young loins. Imagine all the wild parties those boys must&#8217;ve had, joined by the remaining two members &#8211; Niall and Liam, plus fuck knows how many sexy teen and preteen boy groupies and the band&#8217;s tough bodybuilder bodyguards, after each show, all around the world. The amounts of fresh boy cum digested, or sprayed across entangled, naked bodies, then hosed down with hot piss&#8230; a sea of expensive booze and piles of only the best and purest drugs&#8230; His kiddie jammies were soaked &#8211; his cock was dripping so profusely. He moved to yet another window, and after a second of staring into the opening between the room&#8217;s curtains, he spotted a group of people on the bed. Even though he couldn&#8217;t see his face at first, he knew who it was, lying in the center, surrounded by two others. Tom Daley, the 20yo Olympic medal-winning star diver, a gay heartthrob and boyfriend to a much older Hollywood mogul, spread on Union Jack sheets, dressed just in his world-famous, ULTRA skimpy speedos. He immediately recognized Tom&#8217;s body &#8211; having jerked off to pics and mental images of it hundreds of times (his favorites included the ones where Tom was 13-14 years old), especially the baby-faced athlete&#8217;s long, powerful, immaculately muscled and bulging, hairy legs. Around Tom, wearing loose racer back stringer tank tops, one pink and one black, flowered hipster fullcaps and white socks, were Jack and Finn Harries, the cute-as-fuck teenage twin YouTube sensations from the UK. Bare-assed and kneeling on both sides of the handsome diver, the Brit siblings were pushing their fat, identical 8&#8221; cocks into Tom&#8217;s mouth, while sensuously kissing each other high above his head. Right next to the hot threesome, on the same king sized bed, Jack Laugher, another wet dream from #teamGB and a good buddy of Tom&#8217;s, was crouching buck naked over yet one more dude &#8211; judging from the scar on his abdomen &#8211; Chris Mears, thus completing the notorious trio of the studly water athletes, lusted for by their young fans everywhere. Jack had his melon-shaped, pale glutes resting neatly on Chris&#8217; face, the boy&#8217;s nose and tongue squeezed between those hard globes and stuck inside that moist, sweaty, musky crack, giving Chris access to Jack&#8217;s sweet, pink, puckered boy-pussy, the most delectable and luscious part of the male physique. He was lapping at the asshole offered to him with feverish, sloppy gusto, as if he was literally having his last meal on Earth. Chris&#8217; 8.5&#8221; hard-as-steel pole, rising from a buzzed down real close patch of pubes, was being stroked and fondled energetically by Jack, who was also playing with his friend&#8217;s smooth-shaven ballsack, teasing the dickhead, scooping the crystal-clear pre-cum with his fingers, only to bring them to his thirsty lips and greedily lick that sweet honey off, relishing in its elegant flavor. Tom&#8217;s dick, on the other hand, clad in the fabric of his small, cut-out speedos, was spurting copious amounts of his own pre-cum, as the Harries twins reached under the thin cloth beneath the gay diver&#8217;s perineum and each stuck a finger deep inside Daley&#8217;s not-so-virgin cunthole. They massaged the athlete&#8217;s damp, velvety insides, teasing his G-spot and causing his whole rippled body to convulse in spasms of intimate pleasure. Both brothers, each one boyishly handsome and cute as a button &#8211; with their mighty dicks stuffing Tom&#8217;s mouth and their smooth balls churning delicious, creamy loads &#8211; were not only fingering their famous friend&#8217;s pussy, but were also using their bony digits to scoop considerable quantities of delightful looking jizz out of it. Next, all slimy and dripping, they were bringing them to each others&#8217; mouths, feeding one another in a beautiful act of genuine brotherly love. The nectarous gloop coming from in-between Tom&#8217;s firm ass globes must&#8217;ve tasted like the most exceptional of all delicacies, as the twins were purring in bliss, swallowing the residue of what looked like, no doubt, multiple fucks. There is no more appropriate vessel to serve cum than the muscular ass of a young hottie. He was moving from window to window, spying on the debauched action in each of the subsequent rooms with voyeuristic pleasure. The boys and men fucking, sucking, licking and kissing, all lost in the hot frenzy of surrendering to their wildest homoerotic desires, were not only teen idols and movie stars, but also his favorite soccer players, porn actors, a wide range of all the scrumptious hotties he&#8217;d ever fantasized about. Ergo, he saw Cristiano Ronaldo and lvaro Morata in a foursome with Justin Bieber and Roma Acorn. The two athletes still had parts of their soccer uniforms on them. James Rodrguez was being fucked by Kris Evans of BelAmi, while sucking on the dicks of both Marc Bartra and Marlon Teixeira. Liam Riley, the sweet twink bottom once in Helix and now putting it out for CockyBoys, double-dicked by models Bryant Wood and Roman Dawidoff, had two more cocks (both nigga!) being forcefully pushed inside his mouth, one belonging to Richard Sherman (American football player), the other to HotRod, the enticingly handsome gay porn superstar. Eden Hazard, bare-chested, but dressed in his Chelsea soccer shorts, and Brent Everett, wearing a white 2(x)ist jockstrap and blue shin guards, were both spraying them all with their piss. Models Carlinhos Freire and Pablo Morais had their muscular asses eaten alternately by Baptiste Giabiconi and Troye Sivan. Dominic Santos (of Randy Blue) was instructing a few year old kid how to selfsuck. Armond Rizzo, DeAngelo Jackson, Sean Xavier and Ricky Roman, in the midst of a group fuck with Carlos Vela, Austin Mahone, Jake T. Austin and Daniel Skye, were being filmed by a naked Colton Haynes, with his dick clumsily sucked by a three-year-old Asian boy. Andy Taylor (of Helix Studios) had Thomas Brodie-Sangster and the hunky Henry Cavill, apparently both high as fuck, pushing multiple vibrating eggs, one after another, into his boy-cunt. And that wasn&#8217;t even the half of it&#8230; Finally, he reached the end of the dark corridor. There he saw a spacious room lit by spotlight lamps, empty except for a small bed covered with pink sheets belonging to a toddler boy, surrounded by movie cameras on tripods. There he saw himself, Alexander Sedgwick, back when he was maybe two, a beautiful and smiling blonde baby, resting naked on the smooth, muscular chest of his then 20-year-old dad &#8211; Judson. His father was a football player in high school, the star quarterback of their team. Sandy loved seeing his daddy naked, for as long as he could remember. The man never made any unnecessary fuss over nudity among other males, including his sons and other relatives &#8211; the effect of spending more than half his life as an athlete. On countless occasions little Sandy could marvel at that big, flaccid dick, swinging between Jud&#8217;s manly thighs, after his parent exited the shower, or hopped out of their garden hot tub. On those days when Mum wasn&#8217;t there, they would strip entirely and walk around the house nude, sweating in that sizzling California heat, a young father and his two gorgeous sons, all three proud of their perfect bodies. Now, with excitement growing rapidly in his 12-year-old loins, Sandy stared as his dad began caressing the body of his former self, when he was just over two years old. It was the stuff his deepest fantasies used to be made of &#8211; his father seeing Sandy not only as a son, but also an object of sexual desire, a lover&#8230; Jud held two-year-old Sandy&#8217;s miniature hand and slowly guided it to his moist, adult cock. It was a fat, almost 9&#8221; long fucker, with strings of clear honey pouring out of its piss slit. A two-year-old couldn&#8217;t even grasp his hand around it. Jud started saying his son&#8217;s name, over and over again: &#8220;Sandy&#8230; Sandy&#8230; Sandy&#8230;&#8221; Then, the 12-year-old suddenly saw the doorplates again, the ones on the motel doors, which he couldn&#8217;t read before. At last, he was able to see the name inscribed on them clearly: Alexander Sedgwick! A voice kept calling him, repeating his name. The room and the dark corridor began to turn into a blur&#8230; A sudden light&#8230; &#8220;SANDY!&#8221; Bryan once again tried to wake the sleeping 12-year-old boy up, holding onto and shaking his limp arm. &#8220;What the fff&#8230;!&#8221; &#8220;Wake up already! You been asleep for over twelve hours! It&#8217;s Saturday!&#8221; &#8220;Huh&#8230;?&#8221; Sandy looked around, still not certain where he was and what happened to his naked father. &#8220;You fell asleep after playing with Connor and three of the boys. Con carried you to a bed. And you promised to fuck me today, Sandy! You promised!&#8221; Bry whined with a pleading look in his baby eyes. They were in one of the Apartment&#8217;s two guest-rooms; it was more or less noon. It was a small room with two windows, a single bed and some basic furniture: bean bag chairs and two tables. The ceiling above the bed was covered with a giant mirror. The walls, painted bright red, were decorated with yet more posters from child porn movies, all secured inside clip frames. The titles included: &#8220;Sperm Cocktail 69&#8221;, &#8220;Preschool Buddies&#8221;, &#8220;Memories of San Fernando&#8221;, &#8220;Brothers for Life&#8221;, &#8220;After Class Cruising&#8221;, &#8220;Sandy Beach, Part 3&#8221; and more. For a minute, Sandy stared dumbly at the paper image of himself: his body tanned, wearing a white men&#8217;s g-string swimsuit, lying on a yellow waterbed, while a handsome Thai guy in his mid-20s was spraying the boy&#8217;s slim back with his cum, and smearing it all over his body like suntan oil. It was a part of Sandy&#8217;s most successful series, each movie shot on the beaches of a different country: South Africa, Greece, Thailand, Dominican Republic, Jamaica, the Seychelles, Hawaii and Spain&#8217;s Majorca. The shoots included a cast of local men, and took place while Sandy&#8217;s parents were gone and usually had to last only a few days each. Plans were being made for a part 9 in the franchise, with Sandy getting plowed on the beaches of Hainan, China. The Organization was in the process of establishing long-term business ties with corrupt Chinese communist dignitaries, providing for their perverted needs in exchange for exporting thousands of young boys out of the authoritarian state, straight into the pedophile undergrounds of Europe and North America. Finally, the blonde tween snapped out of it and returned to reality. His bedsheet was damp, same as the comforter his body was covered with. He stank of sweat and cum. After scrambling from underneath the soggy layers of material, he hopped onto the lush carpet and stood in front of Bryan. He could remember his erotic dream very clearly &#8211; the images produced by his lewd and twisted mind, a mixture of the 12-year-old&#8217;s fantasies and desires, with all the men he had ever lusted after. He was so horny he could probably bust a nut without even touching his cock. &#8220;Fuck, Bry. My dick is so fuckin&#8217; hard&#8230; wanna greet me in a proper way&#8230;?&#8221; Sandy grabbed his 4.7&#8221; shaft and pointed its exposed, purple head at the nine-year-old, smiling wickedly, getting off on his own stench. Bryan was in a white &#8220;Fuck me, it&#8217;s my birthday&#8221; tee, turquoise "scar de la Renta twill shorts and a pair of 80s vintage white Adidas sneakers. The preteen boy licked his lips and grinned at his older friend, then dropped to his knees right away, not even bothering to strip. The skinny nine-year-old boy was starving for dick. Broken in at the tender age of four, his short life had been a constant whirl of perverted debauchery, to which he became subjected to at the hands of some very imaginative, adult men. Bryan was taken away from his family because of the tyke&#8217;s phenomenal beauty and sexy boyish features. His parents were poor, so the authorities did not give a fuck about the kidnapping. The Organization thought that he&#8217;d do a lot better becoming a model and a movie actor, instead of just starting school and leading the ordinary life of a typical preteen boy. His prepping period lasted for nearly a year &#8211; even though he took to sex almost immediately, like every normal boy does, it was not enough to just let him get fucked on camera &#8211; besides, due to his young age, he wasn&#8217;t able to take really big cocks yet anyway. Bryan was put through not only physical training, but above all it was determined crucial to totally corrupt his young mind and turn him into not only a slutty pussyboy and cock connoisseur, but also a vile boy-fucker with insatiable taste for kiddies even younger than himself &#8211; infants, toddlers and young preschoolers. Porn involving babies is a rapidly growing market, with hundreds of thousands of paying customers around the globe, a lot of them prominent celebrities and athletes, all demanding quality product. The Organization&#8217;s subsidiary studios in Central Europe were among the pioneer movie companies in that genre, but where there&#8217;s demand, there is supply. Soon, cameras started rolling on American sets too, with the movies having much bigger budgets and higher production values. It&#8217;s best to fuck a kid who is only a couple of months old with a smaller dick, so adult cunt-fuckers were usually out of the question. Although tempted, the producers did decide not to see if it&#8217;s possible for a 20-year-old dude to shove his 9&#8221; slab of fuck-meat into the cunt of a boy whose body isn&#8217;t even twice that length. More than often, preteens and young teenagers were employed to do the ass fucking scenes, with older guys playing other parts, depending on the script. By the time of his first movie, lil&#8217; Bryan&#8217;s mind was nothing but a sloshy, cum-drenched pulp of vulgar ideas and images. After being constantly exposed to multiple forms of pornography, kept around dozens of naked men and boys fucking all day long, fed fresh cum and Viagra and regularly having his lithe body played with, fondled, teased, licked, sucked and fucked, Bryan became an insatiable elementary school-aged sex-junkie, trained in extreme kiddie sex. The cute kid had fat, leaking cocks shoved both down his gullet and up his colon, but his ultimate thrill was to molest those adorable baby boys. His antics quickly became notorious; DVDs were being sold in heaps. Guys at gyms, in locker rooms, schools, offices, at Sunday dinner tables began talking in excited voices about this hot kid who enjoys ferociously fucking 1-3 year olds. Bryan became an A-list performer before he turned seven, and his popularity grew as he got older, his still-preteen body getting more developed. He&#8217;d met Sandy over a year prior on a movie set and soon after developed a crush on the gorgeous blonde boy. Bryan did not waste any time and immediately engulfed Sandy&#8217;s throbbing penis with his small lips. The older boy, with a satisfied and lust-filled look in his eyes, watched as the 4.7&#8221; shaft of his dick disappeared in the nine-year-old&#8217;s warm, moist mouth with complete ease, filling Bryan&#8217;s oral cavity and sliding into his larynx, forcing out streams of spit, which started to leak from the corners of his mouth, down his neck and Sandy&#8217;s smooth balls. Loud slurps and gurgles filled the room. After a moment of adjusting, the young boy initiated a ravenous attack of a cock-starved cum addict on Sandy&#8217;s hard cock, deepthroating it in the manner of an expert cocksucker, without a trace of gagging. Spit was dripping from his chin; his big brown eyes focused lovingly and intently on Sandy&#8217;s handsome face. He was desperate to please this slightly older boy he was so infatuated with, using the way he was taught to best express love for a boy &#8211; going down on his dick. He remembered his teachers explaining it to him and to the other boys in his class that it&#8217;s normal and acceptable for little boys in kindergarten and elementary school to experience their first crushes on other boys, and that sucking each others&#8217; cocks is a cute and adorable manner of showing those innocent feelings. Licking other boys&#8217; assholes, shoving tongues inside their pussies, munching on those moist, smooth boy-cunts is yet another, beautiful way. Young boys often do this on all fours, just like dogs &#8211; hence the term &#8220;puppy love&#8221;. Bryan was hoping Sandy would allow him to eat his butt. The nine-year-old boy was too shy to admit his feelings for his older friend, so he was more than eager to excel at pleasuring the blonde tween&#8217;s body. Maybe, just maybe, if he was good enough, Sandy might tell him they could be boyfriends? Bryan&#8217;s little heart was beating faster each time he had that thought. Sandy is so smart and caring and beautiful and, well, perfect &#8211; he would make for an ideal boyfriend. They could make a lot of money doing films together, then move to their own big mansion and love each other forever. While having those thoughts, Bryan was sucking Sandy&#8217;s rigid cock even deeper inside his throat, sloshing and slurping audibly, pulling off the shaft to cover it with kisses and lick it sensuously, giving the same treatment to the 12-year-old&#8217;s heavy ballsack. His hands wandered across Sandy&#8217;s muscular thighs and down his sexy calves, his fingers were tracing patterns across the boy&#8217;s firm ass and the light curves of his abs. The brown-haired nine-year-old cutie wished he could engulf both Sandy&#8217;s cock and balls into his willing mouth, same way he often did with those lil&#8217; babies. &#8220;Aw, fuck&#8230; Bry, you sure know how to give a guy a good time with your mouth, you fuckin&#8217; slut&#8230;&#8221; Just then, Sandy suddenly felt how badly he needed to piss. Even with the hard-on, the urge to relieve himself was growing rapidly &#8211; his bladder was bursting. Sandy looked at Bry&#8217;s pretty face, his gorgeous, loving eyes, his smooth, delicate, unblemished skin, and his perfect faux hawk hairdo. The young boy was so focused on pleasing him&#8230; He waited until his cock was buried deep inside Bry&#8217;s throat, and at the right moment he let loose a gushing torrent of hot piss. Bryan froze completely for a second, but then immediately started violently choking and coughing. He tried to spit Sandy&#8217;s cock out of his mouth, but his head was held firmly in place by the boy pissing inside him. Bryan&#8217;s eyes reddened and tears poured down his livid cheeks, piss was squirting out of his nostrils. He looked up at Sandy pleadingly, but the only thing he saw in his eyes was animalistic lust. It took the kid a while, during which he began to feel nauseous, to get used to the flood of piss. As he stopped fidgeting, Sandy loosened his grip on the younger boy&#8217;s head and backed his dick a little, so Bryan could begin to swallow his piss, instead of drowning on it. The boy was breathing rapidly, his eyes bloodshot and his face pale white. The warm stream of Sandy&#8217;s potent piss was filling his belly and he thought that it was actually hot as fuck. He started moaning, his right hand a blur around his own 3.8&#8221; cock, stroking it rapidly. As the stream began to slowly subside, Sandy pulled out, so he could splash some of it on Bryan&#8217;s face and body. The 12-year-old&#8217;s yellow piss splattered across Bry&#8217;s nose and cheeks, soaked and matted his brown hair, and turned his clothes completely soggy. The kid was sitting there in the middle of a puddle, drenched and dripping, watching as Sandy&#8217;s cock released its last drops onto the carpet and finally stopped urinating. He gave Sandy a wide, shit-eating smile. &#8220;Gosh, that was intense! Never had something like that done to me&#8230;&#8221; Bryan piped in his girlish, but now somewhat rasping voice. He pulled off his wet tee and wrung out the yellowish liquid into his wide opened mouth. He also took off his "scar de la Renta shorts, underneath which the preteen boy had a red Andrew Christian Almost Naked Pride Y-back jock-thong. Sandy prevented him from stripping completely naked, as the sexy undies, along with the white sneakers, looked very hot on the slutty nine-year-old. &#8220;Get out of here! You&#8217;re tellin&#8217; me no guy ever pissed in your mouth? What are you, three?&#8221; laughed Sandy. He was standing naked and fondling his still rock hard, throbbing cock. Some pre-cum appeared at the tip, but the boy quickly gathered it all with his finger and licked the glistening honey off. &#8220;Well, they make me lap up piss from a doggie bowl. Cum, most of the times, but sometimes piss too. But I have to walk around on my hands and knees first and do other silly stuff. And they often piss all over me, of course. I even made a movie like that!&#8221; the boy beamed in pride. &#8220;If you want I can talk to the guys and you&#8217;ll have a scene like that, where a dude pisses down your gullet, in one of your future flicks&#8230; Somehow I know your fans will love it,&#8221; the blonde boy grinned wickedly. Bryan lit up even more. &#8220;Gee, that would be so cool! And I love my fans! They keep messaging me and liking my pics everywhere, on Twitter, and on Instagram! Even the not-naughty ones! And they keep askin&#8217; me about everything, where do I live and&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;Yeah, yeah, I&#8217;m sure they are. But there&#8217;s this big fat cock o&#8217; mine here, waiting for you to finish sucking him. And he&#8217;s gettin&#8217; impatient,&#8221; Sandy pointed his hard shaft at the little boy. &#8220;Oh! I&#8217;m sorry, Sandy. And sorry, Mr. Cock!&#8221; Bryan chirped, already dropping to his knees in front of the 12-year-old. There was a heady, manly smell emanating from Sandy&#8217;s hairless crotch. The 4.7&#8221; penis, beautiful and tasty-looking, was leering with its one eye at the innocent face in front of it, leaking pearly slime and trembling in anticipation. Bryan didn&#8217;t take it inside his mouth at once, but began teasing and worshipping the meaty shaft and tightened balls with his nimble tongue, covering them with spit. He grabbed the 12-year-old&#8217;s dick and rubbed his face with its wet tip, and then smeared the pre-cum all over his cheeks, nose and forehead, cooing while he was at it. &#8220;I love your willy so much, Sandy,&#8221; he said softly. Then, after another round of kisses and sensuous licks, the nine-year-old boy put the hard member between his sexy lips. &#8220;Fuck yeah, Bry&#8230; Show me how you really love my fuckin&#8217; dick. Work it, baby&#8230;&#8221; Bryan returned to doing an expert cocksucking job on Sandy, interrupted earlier by the cascade of hot piss unleashed into his tummy. Having sucked thousands of cocks during his short life, the sweet boy-whore knew what he was doing. He loved that Sandy was uncut, because he could nibble on that fleshy hood, push his little tongue underneath it, chew and stretch the foreskin with his teeth. Sandy was moaning and gasping each time Bry roamed across his sensitive corona, teasing the dripping cockhead with his wet tongue. The boy had no problem with filling his throat with the jutting shaft, burying his nose in his crush&#8217;s hairless pubic area. His fingers played with Sandy&#8217;s nutsac, all wet with spit dripping from the nine-year-old cocksucker&#8217;s lips. The boy was slurping sexily, his whole face begrimed with slime, his hair a mess from the piss. He alternated between pleasuring the stiff cock, and licking and sucking on those smooth, beautiful balls, lapping at Sandy&#8217;s boyish scrotum, and then shoving his tongue beneath it, where it was hot, damp and musky. The 12-year-old was going crazy with lust, as the preteen cutie licked, sucked, slurped and kissed with outrageous relish, unleashing his cock-connoisseur techniques on his beloved boy. Bryan spat the fat prick out and began feverishly licking Sandy&#8217;s luscious thighs and his tight washboard. He jacked the meaty tube a little with his small palm, squeezing copious amounts of appetizing pre-cum through the open piss slit, with no effort whatsoever. He made an obscene show of slurping it out from between the foreskin and then swallowing it down, delighting himself in its savory flavor. The boy absolutely loved making those long ropes of saliva and pre-cum, extending from the throbbing cockhead to his whorish lips. After making one he would slurp it in loudly, then swallow the slimy mixture and quickly get back to sucking and licking the 12yo boy&#8217;s penis again. Bry&#8217;s pistoning head halted every few minutes each time he sensed that Sandy was close to cumming. He was driving the blonde tween mad with overwhelming arousal and desire. Sandy&#8217;s fit, athletic body was covered in a shiny layer of sweat, his young muscles glistening in the light coming through the room&#8217;s window. &#8220;FUUUCKIN&#8217; BITCH!!!&#8221; Sandy&#8217;s scream tore through the stench of sex that was surrounding the two kids. He grabbed Bry&#8217;s skinny 4&#8217;1&#8221; frame and threw the nine-year-old boy roughly onto the bed. Bryan was going to get that fuck he so desperately wanted the day before at last. Sandy flipped the prepubescent boy onto his back and lifted his thin, hairless legs high in the air. The slut still had his Andrew Christian jock-thong on &#8211; a pair of bright yellow straps was enlacing the small, but firm and well-developed ass globes, while a Y-shaped string of purple cloth was embedded deep between those two smooth, succulent cheeks, running through the moist, musky crack. The 12-year-old licked two of his fingers and pushed them forcibly inside Bryan&#8217;s pussy, making sure the kid was loose enough. Bry screamed, but not very loud. Sandy spat a few times on the young boy&#8217;s asshole, the wrinkled rosebud looking magnificent between the little slut&#8217;s small, round globes. The boy-hole in front of him was a puckered beauty, perfect in its young, preteen form. It was breathing, leering enticingly, inviting anyone willing inside its heavenly moistness. Above it &#8211; a luscious little sac and a 3.8&#8221; nail, concealed by the skimpy, almost non-existent underwear, both just asking to be worshipped. A dude could spend his whole day with his face between those two tanned, coltish legs, munching and slurping and snorting, making the cum slut squeal in ecstasy like a baby. Sandy ripped the Andrew Christian undies off, revealing the juicy preteen cock and the small, hairless nutsac. &#8220;So, you want my dick, huh? You want me to stuff your slutty ass with my fuckin&#8217; dick? You want to get fucked nice and good?!&#8221; &#8220;Yeah&#8230;&#8221; &#8220;Say it, bitch! Say it out loud like a man: FUCK MY SLUTTY ASS WITH YOUR FUCKIN&#8217; DICK!&#8221; &#8220;Fff&#8230;uck my slutty ass with your fuckin&#8217; dick!&#8221; &#8220;LOUDER, BITCH BOY!&#8221; &#8220;FUCK MY SLUTTY ASS WITH YOUR FUCKIN&#8217; DICK, SANDY!!!&#8221; Bryan yelled in his unbroken voice, staring directly into Sandy&#8217;s eyes, turning on the tween even more because of finally using some sexy swearwords. &#8220;FUCK YEAH,&#8221; the 12-year-old boy growled. He noticed that there was some stuff lying on the nightstand, right next to the bed &#8211; someone&#8217;s Patek Philippe watch, a few cum-stained Franklin bills, a used bottle of Nair Men Hair Remover body cream, a meth pipe, and a small, ornate box made of red sandalwood. Sandy reached for the container, only to discover that it was full of little meth crystals. Out of curiosity, he also opened the locker in the nightstand &#8211; inside he found a black Mystim E-Stim vibrator, a half-empty bottle of Macallan whiskey with a worn Nasty Pig jockstrap hanging on its neck, three dirty lowball glasses, Jungle Juice and Locker Room poppers, plus maybe fifteen knots of $50 bills. The other shelf had a stack of old L&#8217;Officiel Hommes and L&#8217;Uomo Vogue magazines, a paperback copy of &#8220;Wind and Wuthering&#8221;, and Marlboro&#8217;s. Sandy took a big swig out of the whiskey bottle and grabbed the poppers and two meth crystals out of the expensive box, then again positioned himself between Bry&#8217;s lithe legs. He was leaking so badly, his luscious cock was leaving a trail of slimy pre-cum everywhere he went. &#8220;Just look what I got for you, bitch boy, some of your favourite candy!&#8221; Sandy showed the drugs to the nine-year-old boy, grinning like crazy, then wasted no time and pushed the crystal clear shreds into his damp, winking pussy, one after another. The meth started dissolving almost immediately in the preteen&#8217;s rectum, providing a so much stronger kick than if it was smoked. The burning, stinging feeling was close to unbearable at first. Bryan was squirming and wriggling, lying on the filthy sheets. Sandy unscrewed the poppers and gave the boy a couple of hits, took a few himself, then rubbed his cockhead against Bry&#8217;s puckered cunt, spreading the honey-like goo all over the boy-twat. Amped as fuck, he was so ready to plow this hungry little hole, circling around it with his majestic thickness, teasing the entrance with his tool, watching intently as the anus-administered drugs were rocking the innocent looking preteen sky-high into fuckin&#8217; gay-boy junkie heaven. Their senses sharpened, every touch of their bodies on one another feeling like an electric shock, those two young boys were truly ready for some serious love-making. &#8220;Fuck yeah!&#8221; gasped Bryan in a hoarse voice, his head buzzing, high on poppers and one of his favourite treats &#8211; crystal meth, as he felt Sandy&#8217;s 4.7&#8221; dick pushing at his boy-cunt. There was a thin but steady stream of the nine-year-old&#8217;s ass juices flowing from his pulsating hole. An aura of musky, heady, potent smell &#8211; arousing as fuck &#8211; was surrounding the two wretched, sex-crazed rascals, driving them insane with animalistic, drug-fuelled lust. Sandy&#8217;s oozing cockhead popped through the loose sphincter and entered that moist, hot, velvety tunnel, his chiselled ass muscles tight as he slowly pushed further inside the preteen fuck-cavern. His hands were all over Bry&#8217;s amazingly sexy, boyish body, gorgeously tanned and fat-free, with the nine-year-old&#8217;s small muscles bulging and straining under the thin layer of skin. His nipples were perfect for tweaking &#8211; small, pink, but pointy. Not a single hair, neither on his legs, nor under his arms, on his balls or above his baby cock. &#8220;Fuck!&#8221; and &#8220;fuck yeah!&#8221; were the only words the two young boys were able to speak. They were both lost in each other&#8217;s beauty, staring into each other&#8217;s eyes, marvelling at the fuckin&#8217; out-of-this-world sexiness of the moment. Bry&#8217;s boy-pussy was insatiably hungry for Sandy&#8217;s succulent meat, sucking the invading schlong by itself deeper into the brunette cutie&#8217;s damp insides. It took Sandy no time at all to bottom out on his preteen lover, as he suddenly hit the boy&#8217;s ass with his jostling, sweat-dripping nutsac, filling Bry&#8217;s hole with his luscious fuck-stick. It was so natural, so right, for two young boys, one 12 and the other only nine years old, to lose themselves in such a youthful, fun celebration of masculinity and passionate boy-love. Sandy suddenly thought that he wished his dad could see him right there and then &#8211; wouldn&#8217;t it be fuckin&#8217; awesome, to indulge themselves together with those raw, manly desires, to celebrate the fuckin&#8217; perfect beauty of the male body and everything that it can offer to another man, joined as father and son, lick and suck and rim and fuck in unison, sharing the bodies of countless boys, and drink at the fountain of their cumming dicks? And his seven-year-old brother, Danny&#8230; fuuuck! He was even more fuckin&#8217; desperate to violate that fuckin&#8217; little cocktease, than to get it on with his old man. No more of that &#8220;I&#8217;ll suck your cock and that&#8217;s it&#8221; bullshit from that sneaky lil&#8217; fucker. He was ripe for picking, and it was long overdue. He should&#8217;ve been ravaging that baby-cunt of Danny&#8217;s for years now. &#8220;Just wait, you pain-in-the-ass fuck, till I see you again, wriggling that pert lil&#8217; ass of yours at me, or the next time I find you and your friends swigging beer and jerkin&#8217; off your baby dicks together!&#8221; &#8220;Awww, Jeeesus fuuuck!&#8221; growled Sandy, deranged with lust, his mind overflowing with the most obscene and taboo of thoughts, as he began to piston-fuck Bry&#8217;s firm butt, pulling in and out in a light-speed rhythm. He was getting desperate for release &#8211; he needed to flood this fuckin&#8217; kid&#8217;s bowels with his jizz, breed his insides, so much that cum would start firing out of Bry&#8217;s ears and nostrils. He was picturing the nine-year-old, along with his lil&#8217; bro Danny, both in a pool of his hot, stodgy sperm, watching them drowning on his manly spooge, waves of whitish, slimy cum splashing against their small bodies and covering them whole, flowing into their screaming mouths, cum sticking to everything around &#8211; cum, the nectar of the gods, splattered just everywhere! He was working his strong hips like a fuck-machine, impaling Bry on his about-to-burst fuck-stick, saliva dripping from his half-opened mouth, grunting and moaning like an animal in heat. The damp insides of Bry&#8217;s body were bringing him to the very heights of sexual bliss. &#8216;No other feeling like fucking a preteen kid&#8217;, they say. This was pure sex at its finest, ultimate level &#8211; dudes were made to fuck other dudes, and they should be beginning as early in their lives as possible, to savour each other&#8217;s fuckin&#8217; bodies at different stages of their development. Why the long, fat, luscious cocks, why the hefty nutsacs, why the perfectly modelled legs, washboard abs, six-packs, marble asses, glorious cunt-holes, broad pecs, nipples, powerful arms and necks, what were god-like handsomeness for, the delicious cum, all the maddeningly arousing clothes and underwear, fuckin&#8217; jockstraps, thongs, and everything that&#8217;s connected to men, the smells, the charm, the attitude, if not for other men to enjoy them? There was no other answer &#8211; men (and boys) are for men. Fuck the stupid, nagging twats; they should be grateful for the precious jizz spilled inside them to make more little boys to fuck &#8211; some horny dude would be happy to chug it down instead. Dumb twats should be making sandwiches for the rest of their worthless lives, in return for all that delicious man-essence they&#8217;re gettin&#8217; inside their icky bodies. There was no use denying it &#8211; Sandy was about to cum. The tingling feeling behind his tightening ballsack was getting stronger, as the 12-year-old boy rammed and rammed his rigid dick between Bry&#8217;s pale ass globes. Bryan himself was in a state of delirium, having dry-cummed five or six times already, his eyes rolled back in his head, tongue out, a numb, sweat-soaked mess. It felt like the cock inside his guts was drilling a new tunnel somewhere below his tummy, tearing through his internal organs, guiding him to the heights of bodily pleasure. Sandy&#8217;s dick was only 4.7&#8221;, but the young cocksman sure could fuckin&#8217; fuck! Then, the inevitable started &#8211; Sandy bellowed in an orgasmic frenzy, his handsome face screwed up as his 12-year-old body convulsed in the feverish throws of slut-boy ecstasy. His tween dick, buried deep in Bry&#8217;s boy-cunt, began to fire ropes of fresh spooge that plastered the nine-year-old&#8217;s guts with its creamy goodness. He shot nine times, filling nine-year-old Bry&#8217;s ass up with the greatest gift a man can offer. He was fuckin&#8217; spent. Both preteen boys were panting like they&#8217;d just run a marathon, but they also had satisfied smiles of utter post-orgasmic joy on their young, sweat-drenched faces. Sandy, his cock still in Bry&#8217;s busted cunt, began to delicately lick and kiss the younger boy&#8217;s filthy body, tracing patterns along the curves of his delicate chest muscles, slowly moving up to Bry&#8217;s hungry and anxious mouth. Joined as they were Sandy&#8217;s tween dick still gripped by Bry&#8217;s tight hole, they locked lips on each other, kissing long and passionately. The blonde angel, having just bespattered Bryan&#8217;s insides with his boy-essence, began to slowly pull his softening dick out of the prepubescent cunt-hole, careful not to let any of the precious gloop drip outside. Bry was motionless, he too worried about wasting any of that yummy nectar stored in his asshole. His mouth was watering though, as he just couldn&#8217;t wait to once again sample Sandy&#8217;s excellent ball-juice. Once the 12-year-old had his slimy dick outside, he secured the younger boy in a position with his ass upwards, his back propped up by his arms. The naked tween boy jumped towards the locker to grab two of the whiskey glasses. Once he had them, he slowly lowered Bry&#8217;s lithe body, still containing their well-deserved refreshment. The nine-year-old child&#8217;s ass-lips were pried open, puffy and a bit reddened. Inside, they stored a healthy load of Sandy&#8217;s preteen ejaculate, after the young stud had deposited spurt after spurt of that tasty boy-milk into the little slut. Sandy poured them both a drink, filling the two glasses with his own cum and Bry&#8217;s ass juices, straight from the tap&#8230; well, almost. &#8220;Push out, Bry. Let it all out,&#8221; he instructed the boy, as a string of slimy gloop was flowing from the kid&#8217;s well-fucked asshole. Once they had it all out, the two spent kids clinked their glasses, grinning at each other with satisfied looks on their youthful faces, and then gulped their drinks down. &#8220;I love you, Sandy&#8230;,&#8221; whispered Bryan, staring into the older boy&#8217;s eyes. Or did he? No, it was just a thought in his head; his imagination was running wild because of the romantic moment&#8230; &#8220;Thank Jesus I didn&#8217;t say it out loud,&#8221; he thought, sipping the last drops of Sandy&#8217;s sperm cocktail. *** After Sandy took a shower and got dressed, Connor fixed both him, Bryan, and a few of the other boys some grub. Sandy had another of his tight-fitting One Direction tees on &#8211; a few of them lying around at the Apartment, along with some of his other duds, exactly for times like this. The low-rising skinny jeans and Converse shoes he came in with completed his attire. Underneath the trousers, the boy&#8217;s hefty package was packed in a black Baskit Energy jock. Bry did not bathe, he was still prancing around just in his white Adidas sneakers, butt-naked, his 4&#8217;1&#8221;, 57 lbs body covered in dried-up piss, cum, sweat and spit. Sharing their meal with two other boys, 16-year-old Ryan and 17-year-old Felipe, they all had some avocado and tomato guacamole, some pasta with smoked salmon, fruit salad with extra mango, and beer. As they were chatting with their mouths full of food, Felipe couldn&#8217;t take his eyes off the naked Bryan, staring hungrily at the slutty preteen kid, openly stroking his 7.5&#8221; Latino dick at the kitchen table, after pulling it out of his Givenchy cotton-jersey shorts. Sandy managed to finger some more of his cum out of Bry&#8217;s ass, but not a lot. He poured it all into the guacamole. After the meal, as Felipe was stuffing Bry&#8217;s mouth with his leaking, meaty tube of a cock, serving him yet another course, Sandy finally remembered to check his iPhone: five unanswered calls from his mother, three from Noel, one each from Hunter, Noel&#8217;s husband, and Josh, the jock frat stud. Fuck! &#8220;Oooh, fuck&#8230;,&#8221; sighed the boy, as he decided to choose Josh&#8217;s recorded voicemail to listen to as the first one. Upon hearing the handsome 18-year-old soccer stud&#8217;s cocky voice, he immediately got a raging hard-on. &#8220;Hey, you slut! Me and the boys over here just wanted to check if you&#8217;re okay. That was some sweet fuckin&#8217; A partey we had over here, huh? Bet you still don&#8217;t remember much from it, hahah&#8230; I&#8217;ll send ya the videos from it in the evening, ok? Oh, and Kev found your coat and tee, lil&#8217; dawg, so you can cum over anytime you want and take &#8216;em. Still no sight of your undies, though&#8230; Well, we&#8217;ll be waiting for ya, we even have a surprise for ya, so cum visit your new buddies soon, dawg&#8230; Oh yeah, yeah&#8230; Justin tells me I should tell you he wants to double dick you with his brother&#8230; and&#8230; what? Taylor wants to introduce you to his swim team&#8230; All right, you dirty fuckers, shut the fuck up already. Perverts. I mean, like, for real&#8230;&#8221; Mind you that English is not my mother tongue, so please be tolerant about any mistakes and inadequacies. I apologize for making them and hope that they won't spoil your fun. Please email me about what u think of this chapter and the story so far, what u liked and what u did not, what would u like to read in the next installments and so on. There will be more chapters! I enjoy hearing from you very much, so go ahead and speak your mind. Thanks! [email protected]

Archive name: Hairy Peeter and the Philosopher's Bone - Chapter 1.txt Authors name: SensualKink ([email protected]) Story Title: HP 1 - Ch 1 ------------------------------------------------------------ This is a work of parody. There is no intention to infringe on any copyright owners. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------------ Hairy Peeter and the Philosopher's Bone - Chapter 1 (ped, inc, cons, size, cum eating) By SensualKink ([email protected]) Chapter One - The Boy Who Didn't Get Bunged to Death Mr. and Mrs. Droolsley, of number four, Pervert Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr. Droolsley was the director of a firm called Gruntings, which made dildoes. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any cock, although he did have very large testicals. Mrs. Droolsley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors, and on her knees in search of longer and longer cocks to suck. The Droolsleys had a small son called Didley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. The Droolsleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Peeters. Mrs. Peeter was Mrs. Droolsley's sister, but they hadn't had sex for several years; in fact, Mrs. Droolsley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDroolsleyish as it was possible to be. The Droolsleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Peeters arrived in the street. The Droolsleys knew that the Peeters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Peeters away; they didn't want Didley mixing with a child like that. When Mr. and Mrs. Droolsley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Droolsley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Droolsley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Didley into his high chair then took his infantile genitals into her mouth to calm him down. None of them noticed a large, tawny owl with human genitalia flutter past the window. At half past eight, Mr. Droolsley squirted a huge load of cum into his wife's slurping lips, some of which she milked out into Didley's gruel to add flavor. He picked up his briefcase, wiped his spent cock on Mrs. Droolsley's cheek, and tried to kiss Didley good-bye but missed, because Didley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little fucker," chortled Mr. Droolsley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar -- a cat with enormous human vulva reading a map. For a second, Mr. Droolsley didn't realize what he had seen -- then he stopped jerking off to look again. There was a tabby cat with bulging pink vulva standing on the corner of Pervert Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Droolsley blinked and stared at the cat's succulent genitalia. It stared back. As Mr. Droolsley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror, beating off and imagining what it would be like to fuck it. It was now reading the sign that said Pervert Drive -- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Droolsley gave himself a vigorous handjob and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of dildoes he was hoping to get that day. But on the edge of town, dildoes were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat whacking his pud in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in thongs. Mr. Droolsley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes -- the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his free fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Droolsley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green thong! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Droolsley that this was probably some silly stunt -- these people were obviously selling something... yes, that would be it. Maybe even dildoes. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Droolsley arrived in the Gruntings parking lot, his mind back on dildoes and pissed off that those weirdos had kept him from squirting a load in his coffee. Mr. Droolsley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor because he was always jerking off at work. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on dildoes that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past with their oversized genitalia flapping in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Droolsley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people over the intercom while he was fucking his new, young secretary in the ass. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more while she knelt and took his copious load in her mouth. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a cum bun from the bakery. He'd forgotten all about the people in thongs until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single advertisement. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large cock-and-ball shaped doughnut with the cashier's pussy juice all over it in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying. "The fucking Peeters, that's right, that's what I heard yes, their fucking son, Hairy" Mr. Droolsley stopped dead. Fear flooded him and he peed his pants a little. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it. He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his cock, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Peeter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Peeter who had a son called Hairy. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Hairy. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Horace. Or Hubert. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Droolsley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her -- if he'd had a sister who was that fucking hot... but all the same, those people in thongs... He found it a lot harder to concentrate on dildoes that afternoon even when he made his secretary get under the desk and suck his ass-fucked cock but after two hours he finally gave up ever being able to squirt in his secretary's mouth again. He left the building at five o'clock and he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door. "Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr. Droolsley realized that the man was wearing a violet thong. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. Or by the fact that his ill-fitting thong became displaced and his genitals were swinging free for all the world to see. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muffles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!" And the old man hugged Mr. Droolsley around the middle, taking an opportunity to squeeze Droolsley's fat ass. The old man hummed happily grinding his flopping genitals around Droolsley's crotch and walked off. Mr. Droolsley stood rooted to the spot. He had been fondled by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muffle, whatever that was. And given the inexplicable hard-on he was now sporting, it was safe to say he was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw -- and it didn't improve his mood -- was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall slowly lapping the perfect pussy flower between its hairy legs. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes. "Shit!" said Mr. Droolsley loudly. The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Droolsley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he made a point to not look at the cat's wet labia and let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. Mrs. Droolsley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her lesbian daughter and how Didley had learned a new word ("Fuck!"). Mr. Droolsley tried to act normally. When Didley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news: "And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern or why they all appear to have oversized genitalia." The newscaster allowed himself a grin. "Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGulpin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?" "Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kunt, Yankshire, and Dumdee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of steaming semen! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bunfuck Night early -- it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a sticky night tonight." Mr. Droolsley sat frozen in his armchair. Raining semen all over Britain? Deformed owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in thongs all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Peeters... Mrs. Droolsley came into the living room in her leather and chains one-piece carrying two cups of tea. She looked very attractive with her cone-shaped tits protruding from circular cut-outs with black pasties over her long, hard nipples. Her camel toe was completely obvious and her shapely ass was bare in the back with only a thin leather thong running between her cheeks. She adjusted her black eye-mask and knelt down to slurp and suck his huge balls, wanking his little cock to produce the evenings tea flavoring. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er -- Peetuna, dear -- you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?" As he had expected, Mrs. Droolsley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a hot sister who got all the cock. "Fuck no," she said, sharply squeezing his balls. "Why the fuck would you ask that?" "Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Droolsley mumbled. "Owls... raining semen... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today..." "So the fuck what?" snapped Mrs. Droolsley, slipping her thin lips over his now-dribbling cock and easily sucking him into her warm mouth. "Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know... her crowd." He struggled to get the words out as she deftly brought him off and laced their tea with long squirts of his thick goo. Mrs. Droolsley sipped her cummy tea through pursed lips. Mr. Droolsley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Peeter." He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son -- he'd be about Didley's age now, wouldn't he?" "I suppose so," said Mrs. Droolsley stiffly, using a small cracker to scoop up a thick glob of white sperm sauce then lifting it to her hungry mouth. "What's his name again? Hobart, isn't it?" "Hairy. Nasty, common name, if you ask me." As if in warning that he'd ruined the mood, she reached down and detached a device from her belt. It was a flail on one end and a thick black dildo on the other. "Oh, yes," said Mr. Droolsley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree." He shivered with dread as she began to stroke the flail over his huge balls. He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs. Droolsley was in the bathroom preparing his enema, Mr. Droolsley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there licking itself. It was staring down Pervert Drive as though it were waiting for something. Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Peeters? If it did... if it got out that they were related to a pair of -- well, he didn't think he could bear it. The Droolsleys got into bed. After whipping his ass and fucking him relentlessly with a strap-on, Mrs. Droolsley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Droolsley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Peeters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Droolsley. The Peeters knew very well what he and Peetuna thought about them and their kind.... He couldn't see how he and Peetuna could get mixed up in anything that might be going on -- he yawned and turned over to take some pressure off his aching ass-- it couldn't affect them.... How very wrong he was. Mr. Droolsley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue licking itself, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Pervert Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat stopped its steady licking at all. A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's labia twitched and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Pervert Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his beard and pubics, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes that swept the ground over a purple thong, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his cock was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Anus Dribbledong. Anus Dribbledong didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his loose thong, looking for something. It left his huge cock and balls dangling around in the night air though he seemed unconcerned. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled, wagged his long crooked cock up and down muttering, "I should have known." He found what he was looking for amongst his gray-haired balls. It seemed to be a silver anal vibrator. He gave it a lick, held it up in the air, and clicked it to buzzing life. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again -- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Each time the light was seemingly sucked out of the lamp into the vibrator which made it glimmer and vibrate more vigorously. Twelve times he clicked the Poot-Oscillator, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Droolsley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dribbledong slipped the violently-shaking Poot-Oscillator up his ass and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat and began stroking his long, bent cock. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. "Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGulpitall." He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a thong, an emerald one, but it was pulled aside and those same outturned pussy lips glimmered like a pink flower in the night. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. "How did you know it was me?" she asked, lifting her feet up so her skinny legs were bent and her delicious pussy was poised on the edge of the wall. "My dear Professor, I would recognize those pussy lips anywhere. Plus, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." "You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGulpitall. She eyed his growing shlong and added her skinny fingers to help him stroke. "Let's see if we can't get you stiff right now." "All day? When you could have been copulating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and orgies on my way here." He reached over and gave her sopping wet lips a stroke with his finger. He lifted his sticky finger up to her face and smiled, "This would surely have been in high demand at any celebration." Professor McGulpitall sniffed angrily, then gave in and slurped her own juices from his fingertip. McGulpitall could never resist fresh secretions, especially her own. "Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said, impatiently ramming his hand back down to her pussy. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no -- even the Muffles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Droolsleys' dark living-room window since both hands were now busy yanking Dribbledong's crooked cock to hardness. "I heard it. Flocks of owls... raining semen.... Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Raining cum down in Kunt -- I'll bet that was Deadass Dingle. He never had much fucking sense." "You can't blame them," said Dribbledong, gently pulling her head down to his now-throbbing cock. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years." She slid her expert lips over his huge head and he sighed contentedly as she slurped wetly on six inches of his enormous penis. "I know that," said Professor McGulpitall, irritably pausing from her favorite pastime. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muffle clothes, swapping bodily fluids." She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dribbledong here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she jerked his huge cock with both hands and went on. "A fine fucking thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muffles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dribbledong?" She tongued the clear juice oozing from his urethra and looked up at him hopefully. "It certainly seems so," said Dribbledong, standing up so he could properly fuck her throat. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a semen drop?" "A what? You better be planning on giving me more than a drop." And with that, she expertly slid her lips over his fat head and inhaled a good 10 inches of his massive dong. "A semen drop. They're a kind of Muffle sweet I'm rather fond of." He mumbled a few words and waved his fingers. Suddenly McGulpitall squealed and sat up straight. She spread her legs further apart and held her cupped palm beneath her fat vulva as sticky, white candies popped out of her pussy. From the way her hand shook and her voice became shrill, it was likely that he'd just given her a small orgasm. She held the candies up to him in a puddle of her pussy juice with a withering look. "No, thank you," said Professor McGulpitall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for semen drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone-" "My dear Professor," Dribbledong said, reaching down to take the sticky candies and pop them in his mouth. "Surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You- Know-Who' nonsense -- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Moldywort." Professor McGulpitall flinched, but Dribbledong, who was slurping pussy juice from two semen drops, seemed not to notice and pushed his fat cock down her throat again. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Moldywort's name. "I know you haven't," said Professor McGulpitall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Moldywort, was frightened of." Mewling like a kitten, she jerked his fully hard cock and bent to slather his huge balls with her tongue. "You flatter me," said Dribbledong calmly reaching down to push her robes aside and play with her saggy little tits. "Moldywort had powers I will never have." McGulpitall hissed with pleasure and leaned back to finger her sopping pussy as he thrilled her with nipple play. "Only because you're too -- well -- noble to use them." Belying her age, she lifted her feet high, forming a V with her beautiful pussy at the apex. "It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Palmfury told me she liked the way my cum tasted." Professor McGulpitall shot a sharp look at Dribbledong and said, "That silly bitch!" She pulled him forward by his huge cock, obviously wanting him to devote his attentions to her alone. "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?" It seemed that Professor McGulpitall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day licking herself. For neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dribbledong with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dribbledong told her it was true. Dribbledong, however, was busy lining up his fat head with her soaking pussy lips. "What they're saying," she pressed on, moaning as his fat head parted her sweet lips and sank inside her creamy warmness, "is that last night Moldywort turned up in Goodick's Hollow. He went to find the Peeters. The rumor is that Loli and Jism Peeter are -- are -- that they've - been fucked to death. " Dribbledong bowed his head, even as his long cock sank further into her fiery depths. Professor McGulpitall gasped and grabbed handfuls of his robes to hang on. "Loli and Jism... I can't believe it... I didn't want to believe it... Oh, Anus..." She wrapped her legs around him as his huge penis continued to disappear inside her splayed pink flower. Dribbledong reached out and traced her panting lips with his sticky finger. "I know... I know..." he said heavily, pushing more. Pushing until his entire cock was firmly buried in her gushing wet pussy. Professor McGulpitall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to rape the Peeter's son, Hairy. But -- he couldn't. He couldn't rape that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't rape Hairy Peeter, Moldywort's cock power somehow broke -- and that's why he's gone." Dribbledong nodded glumly, even as his scrawny ass cheeks clenched and he made his bent cock lurch inside her pussy. "It's -- it's true?" faltered Professor McGulpitall, grinding her hips around, needing to be fucked. "After all he's done... all the people he's sodomized... he couldn't ass fuck a little boy? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of humping asses did Hairy survive?" "We can only guess," said Dribbledong. "We may never know." And then he pulled back and began to give her his cock the way she always wanted it. Professor McGulpitall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles, even as she lifted her lithe hips to meet his long thrusts. Dribbledong gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve stylized penis hands but no numbers; instead, little genitalia were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dribbledong, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hogrod's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?" "Yes," Professor McGulpitall moaned in ecstasy as his huge cock slid in and out of her pussy. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?" "I've come to bring Hairy to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now." He returned to twisting her sensitive nipples as he lunged into her sopping cunt. "You don't mean -- you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGulpitall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dribbledong -- you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son -- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for a blowjob. Hairy Peeter come and live here!" Dribbledong calmly turned her around, bent her over the wall, lifted her robes and began to fuck her from behind. "It's the best place for him," said Dribbledong firmly squeezing and caressing her surprisingly beautiful ass. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter." "A letter?" repeated Professor McGulpitall faintly, clawing the wall and arching her back as he fucked her silly. "Really, Dribbledong, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous -- a legend -- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Hairy Peeter day in the future -- there will be porno movies made about Hairy -- every child in our world will want to do him!" "Exactly," said Dribbledong, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. As if to emphasize, he began to give her tight ass cheeks quick, sharp smacks as he balled her furiously. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?" Professor McGulpitall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes -- yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dribbledong?" She turned back and eyed his big cock repeatedly disappearing inside her, as if she was afraid they might not have time to finish. She was so close... "Hogrod's bringing him." Dribbledong pulled her ass cheeks apart so he could watch her pretty wrinkled anus pulse as he shoved his fat cock up her over and over. "You think it -- wise -- to trust Hogrod with something as important as this?" she panted, feeling her orgasm rising inside her as his cock expanded and she knew he was ready to blow. "I would trust Hogrod with my life," said Dribbledong, loving the way her tight ass wiggled each time he rammed into her. "I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGulpitall haltingly. She was cumming hard and just barely squeaked out, "But you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to -- what was that?" A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky -- and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. Which was probably a good thing since this was also the moment that Dribbledong's huge penis began to lurch, pumping huge fountains of thick, creamy cum into McGulpitall's quivering pussy. She pinched her nipples and wailed like a whore. Meanwhile, Dribbledong was gripping her ass cheeks in strong fingers, lunging into her with each torrent that exploded from his cock. He too threw his head back and wailed in a deep, cracking voice as a massive orgasm burned through him. Torrents of hot milky cum poured out of McGulpitall's fat, pink lips and each thrust pushed out more. It ran down the wall all bubbly and chunky, pooling in the dirt. If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the cock of the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, but nothing could hide the gigantic penis and balls between his legs. He had hands the size of trash can lids, and his testicles in their leather thong were like bowling balls. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets. "Hogrod," said Dribbledong, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?" Dribbledong looked down, eyes alight, watching his huge cum coated cock slide in and out of McGulpitall's fat pussy lips. The sound of cum pattering on the ground with each in and out stroke was like music to his ears. The only thing more beautiful would have been the sound of excess cum pattering into an open mouth below him. "Borrowed it, Professor Dribbledong, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke, his giant cock flopping around. "Young Spurious Blank lent it to me for an assfucking. I've got him, sir." "No problems, were there?" Dribbledong pulled his messy cock out of McGulpitall's cunt and used his fat head to scoop up cream that was still oozing from inside her. He pushed it up through her fat lips repeatedly and let it spill over onto her tiny belly. She cooed and bore down to push out more and more. Then she bent her body impossibly and began to lap up his hot cream from her tummy with her tongue. "No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muffles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Pisstol." Hogrod stood over them with an interested look. McGulpitall looked up to see his giant testicals and cock dangling over her head. When his cock twitched, she cried out and jumped, almost falling off the wall. Hogrod extended his hand down between them to show them what he carried. Dribbledong and Professor McGulpitall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black pubic hair that concealed his little penis they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning that ran down the top of his cock and ended just above his peehole. "Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGulpitall, gently running a nail down his little penis. "Yes," said Dribbledong. "He'll have that scar forever." He was now sliding his wet cock all over McGulpitall's tummy full of cum. "Couldn't you do something about it, Dribbledong?" And as if to emphasize her request, she bent forward, stretched her thin lips and slid his huge bent cock down her throat. "Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself on my left testical that is a perfect map of the Longdong Underground. Well -- give him here, Hogrod -- we'd better get this over with." Dribbledong took Hairy in his arms and turned toward the Droolsleys' house. His huge cock popped out of McGulpitall's mouth and she raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Well fine then..." "Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hogrod, giant hands nervously fondling his own massive balls. He bent his great, shaggy head over Hairy and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss, slurping his tiny genitals into his giant mouth. Then, suddenly, Hogrod let out a howl like a wounded dog and stood upright, his gigantic cock sticking straight out now, a large dollop of clear liquid poised at his enormous hole. "Shhh!" hissed Professor McGulpitall, "you'll wake the fucking Muffles!" With a few muttered incantations, she leapt forward and her jaws stretched impossibly to take Hogrod's cantaloupe-sized head into her mouth. The shaft was the size of a man's thigh and all 2.5 feet of his vein-covered length throbbed and lurched. Eyes wide, her mouth continued to stretch and Hogrod's cock slowly disappeared bulging her throat outward until she looked like a bullfrog with a witch's hat on. "S-s-sorry," sobbed Hogrod, taking out a large, cum-stained handkerchief and burying his face in it. McGulpitall slid her maw up and down the last 12" of his monster meat and Dribbledong felt his old bent cock stirring again. "But I c-c-can't stand it -- Loli an' Jism raped dead -- an' poor little Hairy off ter live with Muffles-" "Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a fucking grip, Hogrod, or we're fucked," Professor McGulpitall paused to whisper. Streamers of spit connected her now-normal-sized lips to his glistening sausage. She fondled Hogrod's huge balls gingerly and resumed her blowjob as Dribbledong stepped over behind Hogrod. He bent over with one hand on one knee and used the other to catch the Poot-Oscillator as he pushed it out of his ass. Then he pushed Hogrod's huge coat out of the way, snapped his thong out of the crack in his hairy ass and shoved the Poot-Oscillator home. "There. This will make you cum buckets." McGulpitall was really hitting her stride as Dribbledong stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Hairy gently on the doorstep, fondled his genitals for a bit, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Hairy's blankets, and then came back to the other two. Hogrod was holding McGulpitall's head in his huge hands and ramming his giant cock down her expanded throat. She held onto his huge hairy balls for dear life until the giant man sighed and came. His huge cock began to lurch, lifting McGulpitall off the ground. For a full minute the three of them were frozen watching him squirt gallons of cum down her throat; Hogrod's legs shook, Professor McGulpitall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dribbledong's eyes seemed to flare with brilliance. Hot, thick, white sperm erupted from McGulpitall's nose and exploded around his cock. "Oh, Professor!" Hogrod moaned. "I've always wanted to do that." Choking, McGulpitall ripped herself out of his grip and Dribbledong cooed as the last vestiges of Hogrod's ejaculation spilled and spurted out of his huge dick leaving McGulpitall plastered with pearlescent goo from head to toe. "Well," said Dribbledong finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join an orgy." He deftly reached around, pulled Hogrod's huge ass cheeks apart and recovered his Poot-Oscillator. "Yeah," said Hogrod slinging the last dollops of cum at her, "I'll be takin' Spurious his bike back. G'night, Professor McGulpitall -- Professor Dribbledong, sir." Hogrod took his handkerchief and wiped goo out of her eyes, then turned and walked away. Wiping his sticky, dribbling cock on his jacket sleeve, Hogrod swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night. "I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGulpitall," said Dribbledong, nodding to her. Professor McGulpitall knelt with her huge maw still filled with goo. Streamers of thick cum connected her top and bottom lips and spilled out of the side of her mouth. She bulged her giant cheeks and swallowed loudly in reply. The look on her face when it returned to normal was total shock. Dribbledong turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Poot-Oscillator. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Pervert Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat-every bit of its fur matted with goo-slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four. "Good luck, Hairy," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Pervert Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Hairy Peeter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on his penis and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Droolsley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles and blow the milkman, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Didley... He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were pausing in the love-making and saying in hushed voices: "To Hairy Peeter -- the boy who didn't get bunged to death!"

Archive name: Hairy Peeter and the Philosopher's Bone - Chapter 10.txt Authors name: SensualKink ([email protected]) Story Title: HP 1 - Ch 10 ------------------------------------------------------------ This is a work of parody. There is no intention to infringe on any copyright owners. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------------ Hairy Peeter and the Philosopher's Bone - Chapter 10 (ped, inc, cons, size, cum eating) By SensualKink ([email protected]) Chapter 10 Halloween Milftoy couldnt believe his eyes when he saw that Hairy and Rim were still at Hogfarts the next day, looking tired and sexed out but perfectly cheerful. Indeed, by the next morning, after some super- charged sex, Hairy and Rim thought that meeting the three-headed dog had been an excellent adventure, and they were quite keen to have another one. In the meantime, Hairy filled Rim in about the package that seemed to have been moved from Groinglutts to Hogfarts. They spent a lot of time wondering what could possibly need such heavy protection. He also filled Rims tight ass or mouth with hot cum 3-4 times a day since he was free to cum whenever he wanted. Rim typically used his one orgasm per day to fuck Hairys tight ass. Its either really valuable or really dangerous, said Rim, shitting out Hairys latest load of thick cream from his hairless ass onto a biscuit he had pocketed at dinner the night before. He had just let Hairy fuck him missionary style before they got cleaned up and started their day. Or both, said Hairy, swirling Rims pearlescent load around in his palm. He had collected it when Rim came at the same time he was pumping his best friends rectum full of sperm. Rim was still restricted to one orgasm a day but he always shared it with Hairy. They both found it easier to concentrate if they started the day by relieving sexual tensions. But as all they knew for sure about the mysterious object was that it was about two inches long, they didnt have much chance of guessing what it was without further clues. Neither Nubile nor Hymenie showed the slightest interest in what lay underneath the dog and the trapdoor. All Nubile cared about was never going near the dog again and finding ways to forget things so he could get a good ass reaming. Hymenie was now refusing to speak to Hairy and Rim, but she was such a bossy know-it-all that they saw this as an added bonus. Even still, Hairy found himself frequently sneaking glances at the flash of thigh or tummy beneath her robes and, more than once, he dreamed it was her tight little ass he was fucking rather than Rims. All they really wanted now was a way of getting back at Milftoy, and to their great delight, just such a thing arrived in the mail about a week later. As the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyones attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls. Hairy was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel, and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of him, knocking his bacon to the floor. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel then sat preening its oversized vulva in is plate. Hairy ripped open the letter first, which was lucky, because it said: DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE. It contains your new Numbnuts Two Thousand, but I dont want everybody knowing youve got a broomstick or theyll all want one. Ilove Wood will meet you tonight on the Quimmitch field at seven oclock for your first training session. If you disobey these instructions I will revoke your orgasm privileges and make you my personal toilet for the next month. Professor M. McGulpitall Hairy had difficulty hiding his glee as he handed the note to Rim to read. He was also intrigued by McGulpitalls threat. How amazing would it be to get used as a piss bucket by her all the time? A Numbnuts Two Thousand! Rim moaned, enviously reaching over to stroke his favorite piece of meat. Ive never even touched one. Every time something amazing like this happens to you, it makes me want to worship your cock, Hairy. They left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomstick in private before their first class. Hairy was also primed to reward Rims idolizing with a stiff cock up his tight ass. But halfway across the entrance hall they found the way upstairs barred by Crabs and Gayle. Milftoy seized the package from Hairy and felt it. Thats a broomstick, he said, throwing it back to Hairy with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face. Youll be in for it this time, Peeter, first years arent allowed them. Rim couldnt resist it. Its not any old broomstick dipshit, he said, moving possessively to Hairys side and grabbing hold of his huge hard-on. its a Numbnuts Two Thousand. What did you say youve got at home, Milftoy, a Comet Two Sixty? Rim cocked his leg and farted, grinning at Hairy. Comets look flashy, but theyre not in the same league as the Numbnuts. What would you know about it, Wussley, you couldnt afford half the handle, Milftoy snapped back. I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig. Before Rim could answer, Professor Flutewhack appeared at Hairys elbow. Not arguing, I hope, boys? he squeaked. He goggled at Hairys huge prick and licked his lips. Peeters been sent a broomstick, Professor, said Milftoy quickly swishing his robes to give the teacher a peek at his smooth ass cheeks. Yes, yes, thats right, said Professor Flutewhack, beaming at Hairy and slipping an arm around his legs. Professor McGulpitall told me all about the special circumstances, Peeter. His eager eyes were drawn to Hairys penis, sticking out at just the right height for him to suck it. Hairy had to wonder how much McGulpitall had shared. And what model is it? He reached over as if to inspect the package and accidentally brushed his gnarled fingers across Hairys huge dick. A Numbnuts Two Thousand, sir, said Hairy, moving so is throbbing member was turned toward the professor. He was fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Milftoys face. And its really thanks to Milftoy here that Ive got it, he added. Hairy and Rim headed upstairs, smothering their laughter at Milftoys obvious rage and confusion. Well, its true, Hairy chortled as they reached the top of the marble staircase. Rim had pulled his robes aside and was teasing Hairy with the prospect of fucking his tight ass again. If he hadnt stolen Nubiles Ream-me-ball I wouldnt be on the team. So I suppose you think thats a reward for breaking rules? came an angry voice from just behind them. Hymenie was stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at the package in Hairys hand. I thought you werent speaking to us? said Hairy, making sure he faced her fully with his fat penis pointing at her like an accusing finger. She blushed and tried not to look at it. Yes, dont stop now, said Rim, its doing us so much good. He sidled up to Hairy and began to lovingly stroke his veiny meat shaft. Plus, we can think of so many other uses for that mouth of yours. Hymenie marched away with her nose in the air but Hairy noticed that she swished her robes and gave them both a peek at her pert little butt cheeks. Hairy had a lot of trouble keeping his mind on his lessons that day. It kept wandering up to the dormitory where his new broomstick was lying under his bed, the bed where he fucked Rim in the ass every night, and where he knew Rim would be waiting with his soft ass in the air. Or straying off to the Quimmitch field where hed be learning to play that night, and hopefully be engaging in some seriously submissive gay sex. He bolted his dinner that evening without noticing what he was eating, and then rushed upstairs with Rim to have some butt sex and unwrap the Numbnuts Two Thousand at last. Wow, Rim sighed, as Hairy climaxed after a manic fuck session. Rim lay on his side and farted out huge gobs of semen from his pink anus as Hairy finally unwrapped the broomstick and it rolled onto the bedspread. Even Hairy, who knew nothing about the different brooms, thought it looked wonderful. Sleek and shiny, with a mahogany handle, it had a long tail of neat, straight twigs and Numbnuts Two Thousand written in gold near the top. The anal dildo was state of the art living wood that adjusted itself to the users rectum, assisted with stability, and was programmed in the arts of anal pleasure. As seven oclock drew nearer, Hairy anticipated that he would be used like a slut so he gave Rim a vigorous fucking so his own arousal wouldnt impede his performance at his first practice. He dumped one more load in Rims hungry slut mouth then left the castle and set off in the dusk toward the Quimmitch field. Hed never been inside the stadium before. Hundreds of seats were raised in stands around the field so that the spectators were high enough to see what was going on. At either end of the field were three golden poles with hoops on the end. They reminded Hairy of the little plastic sticks Muffle children blew bubbles through, except that they were fifty feet high and each was outfitted with a complicated harness. Too eager to fly again to wait for Wood, Hairy mounted his broomsticks living cock and kicked off from the ground. What a feeling he swooped in and out of the goal posts and then sped up and down the field. The dildo up his ass felt like it was part of him, expanding or contracting at just the right moment, curving and moving inside Hairys rectum producing pure delight. The Numbnuts Two Thousand turned wherever he wanted at his lightest touch or, he learned, at just the right flexing of his ass muscles or sphincter. Hey, Peeter, come down! Ilove Wood had arrived. He was carrying a large wooden crate under his arm and he was already sporting a hard-on that was sticking out in front of him. Hairy landed next to him and immediately fell to his knees, sucking and slurping on the short, fat cock he had been fantasizing about since their first encounter. Very nice, said Wood, his eyes glinting as Hairy gingerly removed the broom-dildo from his asshole without missing a cock-sucking beat. I see what McGulpitall meant you really are a little slut. Im just going to teach you the rules this evening, but youve already learned the first one. Hairy gave him a questioning look as he held his breath and forced the older boys meaty penis into his tight throat. The first rule is that my cock is your top priority. Ive been saving this load for you all day, so getting on your knees to suck it out of my cock was exactly the right move. He patted Hairys head and then thrust forward until his balls smacked Hairys throat. It only took a couple of minutes of deepthroating and Wood climaxed. He grabbed Hairys head roughly fucking his tight throat and almost ripped hair out when he squirted hot love from his prick. Hairy managed to pull back enough that the second half of his hot load was deposited in Hairys mouth rather than straight down his gullet. He didnt mind having his throat used as a pussy but he desperately loved the taste of fresh, hot cum and loved feeling it squirt into his mouth. Hairy moaned with pleasure as thick, hot, slippery cream filled his mouth. He milked out every drop from the boys fat head, savoring the delicious taste and fondling Iloves balls affectionately. Despite his butt-fucking earlier, pleasing this boy on his knees and swallowing his steaming load aroused Hairy beyond measure. Wood wiped his cock clean on Hairys grateful face and then smacked him all over with his flaccid tube of meat. Ok, Peeter. Good first step. So, like I said, Ill teach you the rules tonight and then youll be joining the team practice three times a week. He bent to open the crate and Hairy couldnt resist reaching up to caress the older boys large but muscular ass cheeks. Inside the crate were four different-sized balls. Right, said Wood. Now, Quimmitch is easy enough to understand, even if its not too easy to play. There are ten players on each side. Three of them are strapped into the harnesses in those hoops overhead. If theyre female players, theyre strapped in facing forward with their legs spread. Males are strapped in facing backward. A teacher then casts a spell that expands their pussies or asses to serve as scoring holes. These six are not really regular team members but are usually students being punished for something. He chuckled when Hairy squeezed his cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal his wrinkled asshole. Three others are called Chuckers. Three Chuckers, Hairy repeated, pulling his butt cheeks wide and tongue tickling his anus as Wood bent over and took out a bright red ball about the size of a soccer ball. This balls called the Queef, said Wood. The Chuckers throw the Queef to each other and try and get it into one of the orifices mounted in the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Queef gets lodged in an orifice. The Chuckers are also allowed to lube the Queef up with any bodily fluids they like, but keep in mind that makes it more difficult to handle. Follow me? The Chuckers throw the Queef and lodge it in an orifice to score, Hairy recited, pausing his efforts to wriggle his tongue up Woods ass. He bent down instead to tickle Iloves big balls with his tongue. So thats sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops that are really magically expanded orifices, isnt it? What the fuck is basketball? said Wood curiously. He turned around so quickly that his big, flaccid cock smacked Hairy painfully in the nose. Never mind, said Hairy, quickly taking the opportunity to slurp and suck on Woods beautiful cock some more. He was desperately hoping to get him stiff again. He wanted Ilove to fuck him in the ass right on the Quimmitch pitch. Now, theres another player on each side whos called the Kreeper Im Kreeper for Gryffindong. I have to fly around our hoops and stop the other team from scoring. I do this by blocking shots with my body or catching the Queef and throwing it to my teammates. Im also allowed to distract and blind Chuckers with piss. Three Chuckers, one Kreeper, piss said Hairy, who was determined to remember it all. And they play with the Queef. Okay, got that. So what are they for? He pointed at the three balls left inside the box. Ill show you now, said Wood. Take this piss first. Hairy moaned with desire as hot, steaming piss erupted from Ilove fat piss hole and immediately filled Hairys mouth. He was surprised so a large quantity exploded from his lips and cascaded onto the grass. Ilove chuckled and played his thick, powerful stream all over Hairys face as he choked and tried hard to swallow the acrid liquid that was bulging his cheeks outward. His huge cock throbbed as it always did when dirty, disgusting piss entered the equation. It was so filthy and made him feel like such a slut. He closed his eyes and smiled, knowing how much it must be pleasing the older boy to bathe him in urine. Hairy kept his face turned upward and his mouth open, as Ilove doused him in warm pee. Youre even a slut for my piss, arent you Peeter? Wood growled, splashing quarts of hot piss all over Hairys face and then moving forward so his fat, juicy head pushed between Hairys parted lips. Hairy was ready this time. He quickly bulged his cheeks and gulped down as much as he could, letting Wood splash his face each time. After what seemed like an eternity, Woods bladder finally emptied. He pushed his flaccid cock into Hairys mouth and stroked it in his lips, grunting out a few more spurts of steaming pee. Hairy sucked and slurped for all he was worth, hoping that his toiletry would earn him a stiff cock up the ass. But, wood eventually pulled back and slapped his wet cock all over Hairys face. I think Im going to like this season, Peeter. You and my cock are going to be good friends! Hairy grabbed his balls, kissing and suckling them lovingly as Wood turned and bent over again. He handed Hairy a small club, a bit like a short baseball bat. Hairy was momentarily troubled assuming that Wood was going to fuck him with it. Im going to show you what the Buggers do, Wood said. These two are the Buggers. He showed Hairy two identical balls, jet black and slightly smaller than the red Queef. Hairy noticed that they seemed to be straining to escape the straps holding them inside the box. Stand back, Wood warned Hairy. He bent down and freed one of the Buggers. At once, the black ball rose high in the air and then pelted straight at Hairys crotch. Hairy swung at it with the bat to stop it from smashing his genitals, and sent it zigzagging away into the air it zoomed around their heads and then shot at Wood, who dived on top of it and managed to pin it to the ground. See? Wood panted, forcing the struggling Bugger back into the crate and strapping it down safely. The Buggers rocket around, trying lodge themselves in an orifice. This results in players getting knocked off their brooms. Thats why you have two Beaters on each team the Wussley twins are ours its their job to protect their side from the Buggers and try and knock them toward the other team. Now these bats are for training purposes, but during the match boy Beaters cock is magically enhanced and used as a club. What about female beaters? Hairy asked, smoothing his hands over Iloves thighs and eyed his fat cock hungrily. Ah, yes. In that case, their clits are magically enhanced instead. So its like theyve got a huge, pink penis. Its really hot. Anyway, in either case, whacking the Bugger is very arousing and sometimes the Beaters are overwhelmed and cant stop from beating off. Sounds fun! Hairy chuckled, crawling forward so he could nuzzle the boys hairy cock and balls. He kissed and lapped at them, mewling like a bitch in heat. Maybe so, the older boy said seriously. But they also cant do much when that happens, so theyre effectively out of the game until they cum. Not a good thing, Peeter. So think youve got all that? Three Chuckers try and score with the Queef; the Kreeper guards the goal posts; the Beaters keep the Buggers away from their team, Hairy reeled off. Very good, said Wood. He moved forward and caressed Hairys face tenderly and allowed his fat head to be kissed and slurped for a few seconds. Er have the Buggers ever killed anyone? Hairy asked, hoping he sounded offhand. He imagined he might feel some life in Woods cock, so he enveloped him in warm spit and used his tongue like mad, sucking the fat penis and trying to will it to fill with blood. Never at Hogfarts. Weve had a couple of broken tailbones and pulverized testicals but nothing worse than that. Now, the last member of the team is the Squeaker. Thats you. And you dont have to worry about the Queef or the Buggers unless they smash me in the balls. Dont worry, the Wussleys are more than a match for the Buggers I mean, theyre like a pair of human Buggers themselves. Hairy giggled at that, hoping he got to find out what it was like to be buggered by the brothers. Wood reached into the crate and took out the fourth and last ball. Hairy eagerly kissed and licked his balls from behind, trying to get Wood interested again. Compared with the Queef and the Buggers, it was much smaller. It was shaped just like a set of pussy lips. It was bright gold and had little fluttering silver wings. This, said Wood, is the Golden Snatch, and its the most important ball of the lot. Its very hard to catch because its so fast and difficult to see. Its the Squeakers job to penetrate it. Hairy saw Wood glance down at his enormous hard on and he got even more excited. He opened his mouth wide and bent low so he could take Woods entire scrotum in his warm, wet mouth. Youve got to weave in and out of the Chuckers, Beaters, Buggers, and Queef to catch it and impale it on your cock before the other teams Squeaker, because whichever Squeaker catches the Snatch wins his team an extra hundred and fifty points, so they nearly always win. Thats why Squeakers get fouled so much. A game of Quimmitch only ends when the Snatch is caught, so it can go on for ages I think the record is three months, they had to keep bringing on substitutes so the players could get some sleep. What about female Squeakers? Hairy panted, letting Woods big, hairy balls slip out of his mouth. Same deal, Wood said. Their clitoris is magically enlarged to become a cock. Well, thats it any questions? Hairy shook his head. He understood what he had to do all right, it was doing it that was going to be the problem. He was also totally distracted by the idea of a female with a cock. We wont practice with the Snatch yet, said Wood, carefully shutting it back inside the crate, its too dark, we might lose it. Lets try you out with a few of these. He pulled a bag of ordinary donuts out of his pocket and a few minutes later, he and Hairy were up in the air, Wood throwing the donuts as hard as he could in every direction for Hairy to catch and ram down onto his hard cock. Hairy didnt miss a single one. He even managed to catch one in mid-air with no hands. He just aimed and pierced the falling donut hole with his huge penis. Wood was delighted. After half an hour, night had really fallen and they couldnt carry on. Hairy landed and Wood treated him to a reward. He got on his knees in front of Hairy and ate the donuts off of his cock. There was all kinds of slurping and chewing and sucking. Hairy unleashed a huge load of cum and Wood expertly caught every drop in his open maw. He bulged his cheeks to swallow it down then smacked his lips and smiled. Mmmmm! You shoot a mean load Peeter. I could get used to that! He was so turned on that he immediately took Hairy there in the grass as the sun went down. By the time he worked himself up to his second orgasm of the night, it was dark. Hairy sighed with satisfaction as the boys fat cock violated his depths and then a hot load of sperm was deposited up his ass. He took one of the remaining donuts and splurted Woods gooey load from his ass onto it. Then Wood lay side by side, slipping his cock back up Hairys ass and they cuddled, sharing sperm-covered glazed donut. That Quimmitch Cupll have our name on it this year, said Wood happily as they trudged back up to the castle. I wouldnt be surprised if you turn out better than Chortle Wussley, and he could have played for England if he hadnt gone off chasing dragons. I bet you say that to all the boys, Hairy teased, swishing his robes to show Wood his tender, white ass cheeks by moonlight. Wood squeezed Hairys cheeks and growled, Keep teasing me, Peeter. Ill come to your room tonight and destroy that ass again. Im counting on it, Hairy grinned and ran off ahead. Perhaps it was because he was now so busy, what with Quimmitch practice three evenings a week on top of all his homework, but Hairy could hardly believe it when he realized that hed already been at Hogfarts two months. The castle felt more like home than Pervert Drive ever had and the mutual love he and Rim shared was like nothing hed ever experienced. Although, Woods occasional night-time visits were putting a strain on he and Rim. He was going to have to include Rim in their love-making or there were going to be problems. His lessons, too, were becoming more and more interesting now that they had mastered the basics. On Halloween morning they woke to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin and semen wafting through the corridors. Even better, Professor Flutewhack announced in Charms that he thought they were ready to start making objects fly, something they had all been dying to try since theyd seen him make Nubiles anal dildo zoom around the classroom. Professor Flutewhack put the class into pairs to practice. Hairys partner was Semen Funnigan (which was a relief, because Nubile had been trying to catch his eye). Rim, however, was to be working with Hymenie Gangbanger. It was hard to tell whether Rim or Hymenie was angrier about this. She hadnt spoken to either of them since the day Hairys broomstick had arrived but she seemed to accidentally flash skin and ass more often. Now, dont forget that nice wrist movement weve been practicing! squeaked Professor Flutewhack, perched on top of his pile of books whacking off as usual. Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too never forget Jizzard Baruffio, who said s instead of f and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest. It was very difficult. Hairy and Semen swished and flicked, but the feather they were supposed to be sending skyward just lay on the desktop. Semen got so impatient that he prodded it with his dildo and set fire to it Hairy had to put it out by pissing on it and now all he could think about was the gaze Semen gave his cock while it was exposed. He was becoming aroused and it was even more distracting. Rim, at the next table, wasnt having much more luck. Wingarsium Lesbiosa! he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill, his semi-flaccid cock accidentally popping out of his thong patch and swinging around in circles wildly before he could put it away. Youre saying it wrong, Hairy heard Hymenie snap. Its Wing-arse-ium Lesbi-o-sa, make the arse nice and long. Hairy heard Rim mumble, Id like to give you something nice and long in your arse What was that? Hymenie barked. You do it, then, if youre so clever, Rim snarled. Hymenie rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her dildo, and said, Wingarsium Lesbiosa! Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads. Oh, well done! cried Professor Flutewhack, clapping. Everyone see here, Miss Gangbangers done it! Rim was in a very bad mood by the end of the class. And Hairy could see he had a raging hard on as well. Its no wonder no one can stand her, he said to Hairy as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, shes a nightmare, honestly. But she has a nice ass. Someone knocked into Hairy as they hurried past him. It was Hymenie. Hairy caught a glimpse of her face and was startled to see that she was in tears. I think she heard you. So? said Rim, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. She mustve noticed shes got no friends. Plus, I did say shes got a nice ass. Hymenie didnt turn up for the next class and wasnt seen all afternoon. On their way down to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast, Hairy and Rim overheard Perverti Petal telling her friend Lavoratory that Hymenie was crying in the girls bathroom and wanted to be left alone. Rim looked still more awkward at this, but a moment later they had entered the Great Hall, where the Halloween decorations put Hymenie out of their minds. A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start-of-term banquet. Hairy was just helping himself to a baked potato with Centaur-cream topping when Professor Squirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dribbledongs chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, Troll in the dungeons thought you ought to know. He then sank to the floor in a dead faint. There was an uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dribbledongs dildo to bring silence. Prefucks, he rumbled, lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately! Pussy was in his element. Follow me! Sthick together, firsth yearsth! No need to fear the troll if you follow my ordersth! Sthay closthe behind me, now. Make way, firsth yearsth coming through! Excusthe me, Im a prefuck bitch! How could a troll get in? Hairy asked as they climbed the stairs. Dont ask me, theyre supposed to be really stupid, said Rim. Maybe Pees let it in for a Halloween joke. They passed different groups of people hurrying in different directions. As they jostled their way through a crowd of confused Hufflepisses, Hairy suddenly grabbed Rims arm. Ive just thought Hymenie. What about her? She doesnt know about the troll. Rim bit his lip. Oh, all right, he snapped. But Pussyd better not see us. Ducking down, they joined the Hufflepisss going the other way, slipped down a deserted side corridor, and hurried off toward the girls bathroom. They had just turned the corner when they heard quick footsteps behind them. Pussy! hissed Rim, pulling Hairy behind the smooth, marble ball sack of a large stone griffin statue. Peering around it, however, they saw not Pussy but Snip. He crossed the corridor and disappeared from view. Whats he doing? Hairy whispered. Why isnt he down in the dungeons with the rest of the teachers? Search me. Maybe hes meeting a student to get a piece of ass. Quietly as possible, they crept along the next corridor after Snips fading footsteps. Hes heading for the third floor, Hairy said, but Rim held up his hand and sniffed his fingers. Can you smell something? Hairy sniffed and a foul stench reached his nostrils, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean. And then they heard it a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. Rim pointed at the end of a passage to the left, something huge was moving toward them. They shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight. It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long. And an absolutely enormous, gray cock and balls hung between its legs, its balls actually dragging the floor. The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room. The keys in the lock, Hairy muttered. We could lock it in. Good idea, said Rim nervously. They edged toward the open door, mouths dry, praying the troll wasnt about to come out of it. With one great leap, Hairy managed to grab the key, slam the door, and lock it. Yes! Flushed with their victory, they started to run back up the passage, but as they reached the corner they heard something that made their hearts stop a high, petrified scream and it was coming from the chamber theyd just chained up. Oh, no, said Rim, pale as the Bloody Baron. Its the girls bathroom! Hairy gasped. Hymenie! they said together. It was the last thing they wanted to do, but what choice did they have? Wheeling around, they sprinted back to the door and turned the key, fumbling in their panic. Hairy pulled the door open and they ran inside. Hymenie Gangbanger was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint. The troll was advancing on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went. One hand dragged the club across the tile floor, the other was stroking the biggest cock either boy had ever seen. The huge, dripping head was easily as large as Hymenies and it was at least four feet long. Hymenie was sprawled against the wall, eyes wide with terror. The troll moved forward and rubbed its giant head across her face. The things pisshole was as large as Hymenies gaping mouth. His rubbery head was gray tinged with pink and he left a huge layer of thick precum all over Hymenies face. Then the brute reached down and pushed her legs apart. Hymenie just lay there sprawled in mortal terror. It snuffed and then used the tip of its huge finger to push her thong patch aside. Rim and Hairy both registered their first look at Hymenies bald pussy. It was so beautiful and pale with delicate pink lips peeking out that Hairy felt his cock begin to rise instantly. His lust was further aroused as the yellow piss of fear began to leak out of Hymenies pussy and then flood outward in a torrent when the trolls deep voice boomed a laugh that knocked tiles from the walls. Confuse it! Hairy said desperately to Rim, and, seizing a tap, he threw it as hard as he could against the wall. The troll stopped stroking his tree trunk at Hymenie. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Its mean little eyes saw Hairy shaking his bare butt at it. It hesitated, then made for him instead, lifting its gigantic cock in one hand as it went. Oy, shit-for-brains! yelled Rim from the other side of the chamber, and he threw a metal pipe at it. The troll didnt even seem to notice the pipe hitting its huge penis, but it heard the yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout toward Rim instead, giving Hairy time to run around it. Come on, run, run! Hairy yelled at Hymenie, trying to pull her toward the door, but she couldnt move. She was just laying against the wall, her mouth open with terror, her legs spread wide and pee still trickling from her beautiful pussy. The shouting and the echoes seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started toward Rim, who was nearest and had no way to escape. Hairy then did something that was both very brave and very stupid: He took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the trolls penis from below. The troll couldnt feel Hairy hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood down its urethra, and Hairys dildo had still been in his hand when hed jumped it had gone straight into the trolls piss hole as Hairy hung for dear life to the saggy skin around its giant glans. Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Hairy clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to fling him off its cock or catch him a terrible blow with the club. Hymenie slumped on the floor in fright; Rim pulled out his own dildo not knowing what he was going to do he heard himself cry the first spell that came into his head: Wingarsium Lesbiosa! The club flew suddenly out of the trolls hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owners head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble. Hairy jumped clear at the last second and got to his feet. He was shaking and out of breath, grayish troll precum coating him from the shoulders up. Rim was standing there with his dildo still raised, staring at what he had done. It was Hymenie who spoke first. Is it dead? I dont think so, said Hairy, I think its just been knocked out. He bent down and pulled his dildo out of the trolls penis, which was sticking out to the side and still leaking fluid. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue. Urgh troll shmegma. He wiped it on the trolls trousers. A sudden slamming and loud footsteps made the three of them look up. They hadnt realized what a racket they had been making, but of course, someone downstairs must have heard the crashes and the trolls roars. A moment later, Professor McGulpitall had come bursting into the room, closely followed by Snip, with Squirrell bringing up the rear. Squirrell took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his balls. Snip bent over the troll. Professor McGulpitall was looking at Rim and Hairy. Hairy had never seen her look so angry. Her lips were white. Hopes of winning fifty points for Gryffindong faded quickly from Hairys mind. What on earth were you thinking of? said Professor McGulpitall, with cold fury in her voice. Hairy looked at Rim, who was still standing with his dildo in the air. Youre lucky you werent killed. Why arent you in your dormitory? Snip gave Hairy a swift, piercing look. Hairy looked at the floor. He wished Rim would put his dildo down. Then a small voice came out of the shadows. Please, Professor McGulpitall they were looking for me. Miss Gangbanger! Hymenie had managed to get to her feet at last. Her glistening wet pussy was still not covered by her thong patch. I went looking for the troll because I I thought I could deal with it on my own you know, because Ive read all about them. Rim dropped his dildo. Hymenie Gangbanger, telling a downright lie to a teacher? If they hadnt found me, Id be dead now. Hairy stuck his dildo into its penis and Rim knocked it out with its own club. They didnt have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to fuck me to death when they arrived. Hairy and Rim tried to look as though this story wasnt new to them. Well in that case said Professor McGulpitall, staring at the three of them, Miss Gangbanger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own? Hymenie hung her head and discreetly covered her pussy lips. Hairy was speechless. Hymenie was the last person to do anything against the rules, and here she was, pretending she had, to get them out of trouble. It was as if Snip had started handing out blowjobs. Miss Gangbanger, five points will be taken from Gryffindong for this, said Professor McGulpitall. Im very disappointed in you. If youre not hurt at all, youd better get off to Gryffindong Tower. Students are finishing the feast in their Houses. Hymenie left. Professor McGulpitall turned to Hairy and Rim. Well, I still say you were lucky, but not many first years could have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindong five points. Professor Dribbledong will be informed of this. You may go. They hurried out of the chamber and didnt speak at all until they had climbed two floors up. It was a relief to be away from the smell of the troll, quite apart from anything else. We should have gotten more than ten points, Rim grumbled, reaching over to see if Hairys cock was getting stiff. Rim was primed for some serious butt sex. Five, you mean, once shes taken off Hymenies. Hairys cock was positively raging but not for the reason Rim thought. He could not get the image of Hymenies piss-gushing pussy out of his mind. Good of her to get us out of trouble like that, Rim admitted, rubbing Hairys piss hole until slick precum oozed out. Mind you, we did save her. She might not have needed saving if we hadnt locked the thing in with her, Hairy reminded him. They had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Pig slut, they said and entered. The common room was packed and noisy. Everyone was eating the food that had been sent up. Hymenie, however, stood alone by the door, waiting for them. There was a very embarrassed pause. Then, none of them looking at each other, they all said Thanks, and hurried off to get plates. But from that moment on, Hymenie Gangbanger became their friend. In her gratitude, she promised herself to learn everything there was to know about pleasing a boys cock. There are some things you cant share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

Archive name: Fertile Valley Reprise - Chapter 17.txt Authors name: SensualKink ([email protected]) Story Title: Fertile Valley - Chapter 17 -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author 2010. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Fertile Valley - Chapter 17 (families, ped, inc, cons, preg, size, cum eating, watersports) By SensualKink ([email protected]) *** Author's Note: Credit for this really goes to Jim Davis. Without his brilliant original, this would not have been possible. I've been a fan of the series for a long time. I hope no one minds me trying to pick up the thread. I would welcome any feedback or ideas. Enjoy. *** Note: I added a slight amount of new text to clarify a few things. Ramping up for a new chapter! *** Chapter 17 My mind was reeling as Maggie headed up the street toward the road to our house. I was sprinkled with drying milk, sperm and who knew what else. I was filthy and searching my mind for how I could get into the house and get cleaned up before anyone saw me. I was also terribly worried about what was wrong. Had the Feds showed up asking questions? Was something wrong with one of the kids? My tortured mind dreamed up all kinds of disasters and my anxious heart was racing. It was hard to think though, with Trudy sitting up next to me, swirling my ball cream around in her cup and dribbling it slowly onto her tongue, moaning and smacking her lips. I actually felt stirrings again, but I knew (at least for the time being) I was too spent to get it up again. Maggie was chattering incessantly about how hot our most recent exploit had been. "Oh, Billy! That was so hot!! Right there in the middle of the street!" Her free hand was between her thighs, rubbing her pussy. "Next time I want you to fuck me like a dog in front of the whole town!" "Just get me home, Maggie," I replied, the worry obvious in my voice. She turned to look at me and immediately sympathized. "It'll be ok honey. I'm sure it's nothing serious." I didn't answer, just stared out the window, frantic to get home and find out what was going on. Maggie left me to my thoughts, but one hand kept smoothing sperm remnants around her huge tits and long nipples. Trudy's hand found my crotch and she whimpered, insatiable, fondling my genitals. She sipped my cum, and made wet noises in my ear as she played with it and swallowed it down. She put her sweet lips right next to my ear and whispered, "Billy, you can always come to my place. I want you to meet my friend Linda. I can't wait to introduce her to your big cock. And she has the swe-e-e-e-etest ass you've ever seen. I promise." That induced all kinds of thoughts that Trudy could feel stirring me. She groaned and redoubled her efforts to fondle me to arousal. Fortunately, with Maggie's driving, we were soon whizzing down the road out of town, nearing my house. As we approached the gravel drive hidden in the trees, I asked Maggie to pull over. The truck came to a stop off the road, in the shade, the drive winding out of sight. "I'll walk from here," I said, opening the door. Trudy had hold of my arm and I turned to see a look of unabashed love in her liquid eyes. This could get ugly. "You sure you don't want some company?" Maggie asked, all sympathy. I glanced down at her huge, cum-covered tits and soaked uniform and grimaced. "I better go alone, but thanks." Maggie glanced down as well and blushed. "Call me if you need me," she said. "Thanks," I replied, trying to exit the truck without pulling Trudy out with me. "I have to go Trudy. I'll see you both later." Trudy pouted but let me go. The longing in her eyes told me everything. She thought she was in love with me. I closed the door and tried to smile, but I was so worried. I waved as Maggie put the truck in gear and pulled back onto the road. She kicked up dust as she pulled away and I turned to head to the house. And Meagan was standing there. She emerged from the trees like some embodiment of primitive lust. Her blonde pigtails were soaking wet and her angelic face was flush with youth. Her crystal blue eyes were curious, questioning. Her firm, massive tits perched and jiggled at her chest as she walked, barely contained by a soaked red T-shirt. Her huge nipples preceded her, stretching the wet material, and the tiny garment didn't even completely cover the delicious curves that were the bottom of her tits. Her soft tummy was bare and her belly button jutted at me like an accusing finger. Beneath, she wore a bikini bottom and my heart thumped at the camel toe the soaked material revealed. Her youthful thighs were brown with summer tan and every inch of skin made my mouth water. "Daddy, who were those ladies...?" she asked with mock innocence. I was suddenly very nervous, quite sure this mere child knew much more than she pretended. "Uh...just some people from work, sweetheart," I stammered. "What are you doing out here by yourself?" I asked. The house and yard were a good 50 yards through the trees. She stopped in front of me, looking me up and down in a very critical, very un-childlike way. She put her hands behind her back and her beautiful tits seemed to explode outward at me. She turned at the waist, idly twisting back and forth. "We were playing hide and seek." My eyes followed her nipples back and forth like a hypnotist's watch. I was physically shaking with lust, even though my cock wasn't able to respond. I swallowed hard and said, "Well, let's go back to the house baby. Mommy called and was very upset. Do you know what's wrong?" A sly grin almost broke her look of innocence. As I tried to turn her toward the house by her shoulder, she refused to turn and instead pressed her magnificent tits against my legs. She looked up at me and I shivered at the power her eyes had over me. "I think Mommy's just fine." She knew something, and it was obvious she thought it was amusing. "Daddy, did you fuck with those two women?" Her big, firm wet tits were rubbing all over my legs. I firmly turned her toward the house and used my best Daddy-voice. "Meagan, you shouldn't say such things." I couldn't help but eye her tight little ass in the wet bathing suit bottom as I pushed her ahead of me. She glanced back at me mischievously. "I don't mind Daddy. If you fucked them. You're home now and you can fuck me." "Meagan, please," I said, wanting nothing more than to throw her down in the dirt and fuck her sweet little pussy. As we neared the house, I could hear screams and giggling. The normal sounds of my other girls playing. It was a reassuring sound. Meagan seemed to become nervous as we approached though. She suddenly stopped and turned toward me. She whipped her soaked shirt up, leaving her fantastic tits bobbling before my hungry eyes. Her nipples were huge and hard. "Daddy, look how big my tits are now." Her little fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples. "Don't they make your dick hard? Don't they make you want to fuck me? Can I suck on it now and make you squirt stuff all over my boobies?" "Oh, honey..." I groaned. My poor cock was actually threatening to stir again. But my addled mind sensed that she was trying to keep me here, and that brought back all my concern and worry. I stroked her beautiful face and let my hands trail over the taut flesh of her huge tits. "Later, ok? Daddy needs to speak to Mommy." She looked very unhappy as I left her standing there and walked the rest of the way through the trees and into the yard at the front of our house. The scene that awaited me was surreal. The kids had the hose running in the front yard and the sun was shining brightly. The grass was littered with empty water bottles and my heart began racing. Dee was standing with her back to me, holding the hose. She wore a red bathing suit and her tits were so big I could see the curves her top was smashing against her rib cage spilling to either side around her back. Julie and Jenny were both sitting on the stairs to the big porch with their legs splayed. Julie was topless and I didn't know if I was depressed or excited. It was obvious her tits had grown They were the size of apples, topped with beautiful eraser-like nipples. Jenny had on a soaked white T-shirt and I could see she was sporting an identical pair of tits. They both held their knees up and apart, pulling their bottoms to the side to reveal their lightly-furred, succulent pink pussies. Peter stood on the stairs above them naked, just downing a bottle of water. His huge prick was flaccid and he hefted it in his hand. Debbie's compact little form was at the bottom of the stairs. She was naked, wet skin gleaming in the sun. She sat back on her hands facing the stairs, legs spread wide. She was giggling and her huge tits were bouncing all over the place. Adam was sitting in the shade on a camp chair, Gameboy in hand. But this time he was intently watching what his siblings were doing. Not only that, I could see a few inches of a cock every bit as long as Peter's but much thinner, sticking obscenely from the bottom of his swimming trunks. Beautiful Melissa as lounging peacefully on the ground, watching the events as well. But, her precious little 8-year old lips were gently kissing Adam's turgid cock. Fluid was copiously leaking from the end of Adam's penis and Melissa's lips were quickly becoming messy. If my mind hadn't been so overwhelmed, I might have noticed that Adam's primary interest was his brother's cock. Julie and Jenny saw me and waved excitedly. Dee turned to me and squealed, "Hi Daddy! Watch this! On your mark, get set, GO!!" There was a brief pause, then golden, shimmering streams of piss erupted from Julie and Jenny's pussies. Golden arcs sparkled in the sun and splattered loudly onto Debbie's beautiful body. She smoothed it over her soft skin and giggled as Julie and Jenny lifted their asses to aim their streams and completely soak her from head to toe. Meagan took the opportunity to sidle up beside me and begin gently massaging my prick. I was frozen speechless as Peter threw the empty bottle away and moved down a couple of steps, framed by the thick, arcing streams of his sisters. With complete nonchalance he pulled his enormous cock up and unleashed a thick, white torrent of piss at Debbie. He grinned knowingly when he saw the look of shock on my face. Then he expertly directed his thick warm stream at Debbie's forehead. Part of me deep inside was astonished and a little disgusted, but the larger part of me was mesmerized by the beauty of Debbie's lithe body and oversized tits gleaming wetly in the sun, with halos forming from the shimmering mist of piss that wreathed her. Peter's thick stream remained centered on Debbie's face and I inexplicably felt my cock stirring as my little girl opened her mouth and my ears heard the hollow sound of her little mouth filling with her brother's piss. Meagan had discreetly gotten her little hand inside my zipper and was earnestly milking my flaccid cock. Debbie spit fountains of piss into the air and giggled as her brother splattered her cute face and eyes continuously. Julie and Jenny's streams subsided and they giggled together, reaching out the play in the other's piss. Peter quickly turned his massive cock downward and began to completely soak the twins' faces. To my disbelief, they each took turns holding their faces up to him willingly and even opening their mouths. I watched in disbelief as they took bulging cheekfuls of hot urine and swallowed them down with visible effort, smiling proudly and waiting with closed eyes for another mouthful as Peter took turns over and over. Dee squealed in excitement and began to spray Debbie's body clean, her little hand rubbing her camel toe excitedly. Peter's firehose finally began to ebb and the twins converged on it with hungry moans. Julie and Jenny's thin, pretty faces were dripping with piss as they giggled and played in his subsiding flow of piss. They played in the stream with their pretty lips and tongues, ending with a French kiss that Peter christened with the last of his piss. Then he rubbed his fat cock all over their faces as they kissed. My cock began to pulse and awaken as their thin lips converged on his huge head, mewling and moaning, slurping and tickling his piss-hole with their tongues. Their little fingers were frantically rubbing their pretty pink pussies in circles. I glanced down at Meagan and she had managed to extract my floppy penis from my pants. She looked up at me with innocent blue eyes and said, "Do you have to pee Daddy?" I jumped back in shock, my penis flopping around in front of me. I quickly stuffed it back in my pants and stuttered, "You kids clean this mess up. Or, stop doing this. Or, just get cleaned up. I have to talk to your mother." The words came out feebly and my voice cracked a few times. I felt like I must be losing my sanity, seeing all this. They all looked at me with something bordering on amusement. My last sight before I ran into the safety of the house was Melissa eyeing me suggestively as she bobbed her head on the end of Adam's cock, lips gripping him tightly. He looked down at her impassively, as if he had just noticed an interesting bug crawling through the grass. Melissa yanked her top down and her delicious boobs flopped out. She came off her brother's cock with an audible pop and held his throbbing cock over her huge tits. A steady stream of clear pre-cum dribbled out and she smiled brightly at me, letting it spatter all over her perfect skin and turgid nipples. Shuddering with lust, I ran into the house, feeling like I would go insane if I couldn't find Peg and restore some order to the universe. What the hell was going on? They weren't supposed to be drinking that water any more. And our three oldest children were obviously now showing the same signs as the younger ones. And how could they be engaging in such behavior so openly? Peg must have completely abdicated control over the household. I didn't know if I was more angry or scared. Peg had always been a wonderful mother first. How could she have let things degenerate to this? ***** The house was dark, cool and unkempt even for Peg. I called her name, trying to ignore the moans of Julie and Jenny behind me as they slurped Peter's cock. Debbie had obviously turned the cold hose water on them and I headed upstairs amid a chorus of squeals and giggles. I called Peg's name incessantly. I reached the top of the stairs and paused. The bedroom doors were all open except ours at the end of the hall. I called her name and headed down the hall. At the door, I paused and knocked, realizing it was ridiculous. This was my own bedroom. But something made me fear what I would find inside. I turned the antique glass knob and opened the door. The sun was shining brightly through the windows illuminating our large bed. The sheets and bedspread were a tanlged mess and Peg's naked body lay in the middle of them. She was on her side, hugging her arms to herself framing her huge breasts. As I approached her, I noticed several things. The first was that drops of fresh milk were dripping from her enormous paps. She was breathing deeply, sleeping. As I reached the bed and sat beside her, my heart raced as I recognized the smell and sight of semen. It was everywhere. Her blonde hair was matted with it and a cracked mask of it covered her face. Her entire body was littered with streaks and puddles of thick jism. "Peg?" I said, softly. I couldn't touch her. Here was my wife completely soaked in cum. I had to assume it was my sons' but there was so much, even for them. Anger and jealousy were quickly replaced by guilt as I remembered standing in the street feeding 3 women and little girl my own hot cum. "Peg?" She stirred, rolling on her back and stretching like a feline. Thick patches of cum cracked and flaked or dripped down her like icing. Her body was so full and curvy and beautiful. I felt lust rise up in me as her huge, veiny tits squashed under their own weight at her chest and little dribbles of thin, white milk leaked from her long, dark nipples, coating her breasts like hot icing. "Billy," she croaked, cracking dried cum to open her eyes and smile over at me. Then realization hit her and she sat up quickly. She looked around and pulled the sheets over her naked body quickly. One hand went to her hair and she felt the stiff mats of dried cum there. She wiped dried semen from her eyes, breath now coming in panicky gasps. "Oh Billy!" she moaned, tears streaking through the bukakke mask on her face. Sobs came from deep inside her and she buried her face in her hands. She dropped the sheet and her huge tits shook and bobbed as she sobbed, milk still dripping from them. "Oh Billy I'm so sorry! Can you ever forgive me?" "Peg, what's going on? Why did you call me and scare me like that?" Her anguish was breaking my heart. I had a pretty good idea what had happened, and I couldn't bring myself to condemn her given what I'd recently been through. She wiped a gooey mixture of tears and spunk from her cheeks and look at me miserably. "Oh Bill! Look!" she cried, holding up her hands to take in the whole incriminating scene. "I can't believe what I've done!" Without warning, a devious thought began to form in my mind. I stood up and looked down at her. She was so distraught she didn't even notice my own stained and dissheveled state. I tried to say sternly, "Peg, what did you do?" She looked up at me, moving to crawl toward me over the bed. When she got her knees under her and her legs parted, there was a loud farting sound and a huge plug of thick sperm exploded from her pussy. She shuddered and whimpered as long streamers of pearlescent goo dripped from her pouty lips and I felt my cock beginning to stir at the obscenity of it all. She looked down at the huge puddle of goo that had splatted on the bedspread, then turned her aching eyes back to me. I crossed my arms, pretending to be angry. "Peg, what exactly have you been up to? You're covered in...in CUM. Whose cum is it Peg? It sure as hell isn't mine." She was blubbering again and I backed away. She slid off the side of the bed and clutched my pant legs on her knees. "Oh Billy, I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me. Peter and his friends came in here while I was getting dressed. I should have locked the door but I never expected..." A smile was threatening to break my stern act, but I kept my arms crossed and regarded her dubiously. So Peg had taken part in a gangbang with a bunch of young boys. I could only imagine what that had been like. Rather than being jealous, I found my cock beginning to stiffen with excitement. "Billy ple-e-ease. I don't know what came over me..." "It looks like the whole neighborhood 'came' over you Peg." She sobbed again, hanging on my pant legs. "Can you ever forgive me Bill? I just couldn't stop myself. They all had their cocks out and they came in and surrounded me. And the next thing I knew..." "So what did you do Peg?" I was getting really turned on and I wanted to hear her say what she'd done. Sucking and fucking all that young cock. She didn't notice the hard-on that was beginning to snake down my leg. "Please, Bill," she said miserably, lip quivering, looking up at me with tears flowing in rivers through the thick cum on her face. "Don't make me tell you..." I pried her hands away and stepped back. She remained on her knees, her eyes begging me to forgive her. This was going to be fun. I undid my pants and let them fall. Peg's drug-induced gaze went immediately to the lengthening cock that was hanging out of my briefs and down my leg. She actually licked her lips, lust glimmering in her eyes behind her guilt and shame. I kicked my shoes off, stepped out of my pants and quickly lost my underwear. My cock was quickly filling with blood under Peg's hungry gaze and it began to lift up away from my body. I was getting really excited at the idea of 'punishing' her for what she'd done. I was also VERY relieved that Peg's impropriety was the only emergency I needed to address. "You know what I think, Peg?" I said, taking my cock in hand and stroking it firmly until it was at its full hard length. "I think you can't resist a big, hard cock. That's what I think." My balls felt like electricity was running through them. "I think you sucked and fucked all those little boys with their big cocks. I think you let them use you and fill you with cum. And I think you liked it, Peg." "Oh, Bill..." she whispered, walking toward me on her knees, eyeing my cock like a starving woman eyes food. "It's SO big..." I held my huge cock at the base and waved it up and down in front of her. "Tell me what you did Peg." She glanced up at me unsurely and the hurt returned to her eyes. Her lip began to quiver again and I almost felt bad for teasing her like this. Tears began to flow again, her face was a mess. But she was somehow so beautiful caked and coated in semen, aching to suck my cock even as she was wracked with guilt. "Bill, please forgive me. I didn't mean to..." Peg's latest attempt at forgiveness was interrupted and the touch of a wet hand on my thigh made me jump and almost cry out. I looked down to find Meagan hugging my leg and biting her lip as she regarded her mother. Peg was open-mouthed and speechless at the sight of our 8-year-old, breasts threatening to burst the wet Tshirt she wore, her little arm hooked around my leg and her little hand slipping expertly to cup my large balls and fondle them. Her sparkling blue eyes looked Peg's soiled body over then flew to the sight of my stiff cock. She looked up at me innocently. "Daddy? Mommy just had a whole BUNCH of cocks. I think it should be MY turn again. But we have to hurry. Julie and Jenny want you to be their first, and they're gettin pretty horny. Debbie and Dee are licking their pussies and suckin on Peter's cock is making them REALLY want to fuck." I think my heart stopped beating at that point. I still couldn't get used to my little girl talking like that. And the thought of fucking my oldest, most-womanly twins had my cock visibly throbbing. Meagan noticed it and giggled, her little hand sliding up to replace mine and stroke me gently at my base. "Again..." Peg breathed, confusion on her face slowly giving way to anger. She reddened and looked up at me murderously. "Again? AGAIN!! What do you mean again?!" Meagan's glimmering eyes turned to her mother and she gushed, "Daddy filled me with his cum, Mommy." She patted her tanned tummy. "I think I have his baby growing inside me." "You did WHAT?!?!?!" Peg cried, getting to her feet, fists clenched beside her. "Bill I can't BELIEVE you!!" Tears began to roll down her cheeks again and she beat on my chest in fury. I reached up to catch her flailing fists and ended up catching my wife by her elbows as sobs overcame her. "You...let me think...you bastard!" I took her in my arms and held her as she shook. My still rigid cock slid up her soft belly and was pressed between us. "I'm sorry Peg," I soothed. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't seem to think straight anymore." "You and me both," she moaned, curling her arms to her chest and letting me hold her tight. "Bill, what have we done?" I sighed deeply and held her close. "It's this place, Peg. The water, the food. It's changed us. It's changed everyone." Meagan went to sit on the edge of the bed as I held Peg close. She lifted her shirt and began playing with the long, cone-shaped nipples at the ends of her giant breasts. "Why is mommy sad, Daddy? She gets your cock all the time. Plus she had Peter, Adam and those other boys. All at ONCE." Suddenly, Peg's shaking changed character and I realized her sobbing had turned to laughter. Puzzled, I took her shoulders and pushed her back so I could look at her. She was laughing so hard, she was making no sound and I began to fear that maybe her mind had snapped. "Peg? What's funny??" When she was able to compose a sentence, she said, "Here we are, worrying about the fact that we've both had sex with our children. And all Meagan can think about is that I'VE had more 'cock' than her lately." Meagan smiled brightly, pleased she had made her mother laugh. She pulled her feet up onto the bed, tugged her bikini bottoms to the side and said, "Daddy, are you going to put your thing in my pussy again? I really want you to." Peg's laughter was subsiding, and she turned to our 8-year-old daughter. I held her close from behind, enjoying the feeling of my long penis nestled between the cheeks of her ample ass. Peg clung to my embracing arms and regarded Meagan. "she IS beautiful Bill. I just KNEW something was going on with you two." "Peg, I..." I stammered, searching for words to explain. "It's ok, honey," she shushed me. "To be honest with you, it really turned me on. Thinking about our sweet little girl sucking your big cock. Or riding on it. I got so horny thinking about it the other day that I practically raped Peter. He's been fucking me silly every chance we get since." Just hearing her say it was like a relief. My cock was throbbing insistently along her crack and lower back. She wiggled her butt against me. "You like that don't you Bill?" She turned in my arms and looked up at me with love again. "It turns you on to think about me and Peter doesn't it?" "Yes..." I croaked, so turned on and exhausted from the day's events that my knees were shaking. "But Peg..." I needed to tell her everything. She shushed me and pressed her dirty fingers to my lips. "It doesn't matter. I'm sure we've both done things we'd normally be ashamed of. But things are different now. What I want right now is to take a shower and then make love to my husband." Meagan made a disappointed noise on the bed. Peg smiled and looked over her shoulder. "Ok, honey," she gave in. "We will BOTH make love to Daddy." Meagan smiled brightly and rubbed her cute, pink pussy vigorously. "Yippee!!" We all chuckled at Meagan's outburst and I admitted that I could use a shower myself. "I already HAD a shower," Meagan announced. "Yeah, I'll just bet you did," I responded wryly. Peg looked curiously at me and I told her I would fill her in later. "Well, Daddy and I need to get cleaned up sweetie, then we'll both have a real good time with Daddy's BIG, JUICY COCK." Peg punctuated each word by flexing her ass so her cheeks squeezed my aching prick. Meagan clapped her hands excitedly and her delicious tits flounced all over the place. "Uh...Peg," I said hesitantly. "If I don't get something to eat, I'm going to pass out." Peg turned in my arms and smiled up at me mischievously. She took my huge cock in both hands and pulled up and down firmly. I groaned. "Well," she grinned. "Then we better get Billy something to eat." Milk began to leak onto my chest and I felt animal lust rising up in me. "Meagan, honey. Can you run downstairs and make Daddy some sandwiches while I get him nice and clean for us?" "Sure, mommy," Meagan beamed. She jumped up and ran out of the room, firm breasts bouncing up and down. She paused at the door. "And DON'T start without me." She said it so seriously that Peg and I cracked up as soon as she was gone. Peggy pulled me into the shower by my foot-long cock and we had a nice time touching and getting each other clean. Peggy was a little heavier and softer than before she'd had the kids, but she still had a gorgeous body. And her newly-enlarged tits were succulent to the point of making my mouth water. We played in the water and soaped each other up, giggling like school-kids again. All the cares of recent events were forgotten. Peg looked so beautiful with her blonde hair slicked back and soap suds covering her wet skin. She took my soapy cock in both hands and began to tease me in her knowing way, enjoying how well she knew me. "Ooooh, Bill! I bet you can't wait to slide this big cock in Meagan's tight little pussy again can you? I bet you pumped her so full of cum it was oozing out the sides wasn't it baby?" She was exciting herself and tiny fountains of warm milk were coating her huge tits, running down my chest. I lifted both of them in my hands. They were so heavy and full of milk, and I could see her belly was already getting a little pudgy. She felt me throbbing in her slick hands and squealed with delight. "You like my big tits don't you Billy? See how much bigger they are than before? See how big my nipples are? Your big cock is turning me on, making me squirt milk." Overcome with lust, I bent my head and took one of her enormous nipples in my lips. I sucked hard and felt warm milk spray into my mouth, coating my tongue. It was heavenly and Peg groaned, squeezing my cock hard. She pet my wet hair and cradled my head, directing me from one nipple to the other. "Yessss, love. It feels so good to feed you my milk. Drink it, Billy. Mmmmmmmmmm. All mommy's other babies have been drinking their fill. Pretty soon Daddy's little girls will be able to feed you milk too. While your big cock is deep inside their little pussies, making babies for them." "Oh Peg..." I whimpered, more turned on than at any time in my whole life. Hearing her say such nasty things. If she kept this up, I was going to cum. I didn't think I had much left to shoot, but Peg could always induce me to cum harder than anyone else. As if she were reading my mind, she let go of me and began to rinse me off. "We better get you some fuel," she said, slipping to her knees to gently rinse my balls and legs off. "I know how hard it is on you to shoot all that cum. Peter has been eating about 10 times a day to keep from passing out. The poor baby has been doing A LOT of fucking lately." My cock began to throb wildly again and Peg looked up at me knowingly. She held my balls in both hands and rubbed her face all over my stiff cock, water raining down. She was so beautiful. "Would you like to watch your little boy stick his big dick in me, hon? Watch him pump me full of his hot cum while Meagan rides your big cock?" I moaned deeply. Peg's filthy mouth always got me so excited. She was going to keep me right at the edge now that she had me. Water cascaded over her face as she licked up and down on the sensitive underside of my huge cock. "I bet her little pussy is SO tight, isn't it Daddy?" I shuddered, pre-cum beginning to leak out of my head and immediately being licked up by my wife. Just then the shower curtain was pulled aside. And there was Meagan. She stood naked before us, a plate of hastily made sandwiches held in front of her huge breasts. She had a sparkle in her baby blue eyes as she surveyed her parents, naked in the shower. Her nipples were huge and visibly pulsing as her 8-year-old eyes fixed on my cock and she said quietly, "Is he all clean Mommy?" She actually licked her lips. Peggy stood and rinsed her own voluptuous body off, smiling down at Meagan proudly. "Yes, baby, he's nice and clean. Let's get some food in him so Daddy can fuck us with that big cock of his and give us big loads of his 'white stuff'. What do you say?" Meagan bounced excitedly, her huge, firm tits making me throb as they traced sine curves in the moist air. Peggy pulled me out of the shower by my 'handle' and stood me in front of my 8-year-old daughter. "I locked the door, Mommy." Meagan's eyes were alight, looking at my cock like it was a piece of candy. "We don't have to share with the others!" Peggy ruffled Meagan's hair and brought my long, hard cock toward her cherubic face. My balls brushed the plate of sandwiches and Peggy rubbed my leaky head all over Meagan's tanned skin. My baby girl looked up at me with a grin and her little tongue snaked out and lashed my cock. I moaned deep in my throat and Peggy picked up a sandwich. I was famished and she fed me, pausing while I chewed to sprinkle the sandwich halves with warm milk. "Daddy needs to build up his strength so he can make us some big loads of hot cum, honey," Peggy smiled, cupping my aching balls in her warm, wet hand. Meagan was busy licking all over the sensitive underside of my cock, my copious pre-cum leaking ont her forehead. She answered her mother with "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Meagan had also brought cold Coke, and Peggy popped the top so I could wash the food down. I immediately felt my strength returning and I felt so good to be clean. But that was nothing next to the sight and sensation of my little 8-year-old taking my throbbing cock in both hands and showering my veiny shaft with soft kisses and licks. By my fourth sandwich, I was getting full. I was still weak though and my knees were getting shaky under Meagan's ministrations. I informed my wife and daughter so they led me into the adjoining bedroom and Meagan lay on the bed, spreading her legs. She rubbed her little pink pussy. Her lips were puffy and mature, I could see tasty liquid between her succulent labia. Peggy stood close by me and stroked my cock. She pressed her lips to my ear and whispered, "We better give you time to get your strength back. How about if you lay down and we'll both suck your big cock. Mommy and daughter together." "Peg, I love you," I said in earnest. She squeezed me hard and smiled. "Lay down and I'll show you how much I love you." A few minutes later, I was propped against pillows on the headboard watching my wife and youngest twin lay to either side of me, licking my huge cock and balls. They were both mewling and writhing around, taking turns licking up warm pre-cum as it oozed down my length. I was in heaven watching them both. Peg winked at me as she slid her hand between Meagan's legs. Meagan returned the favor and they both clamped their lips on the side of my cock and slid up and down me, mother and daughter fingering each other's pussies. Just when I thought I couldn't get any more turned on, Meagan took her lips away from my veiny length and looked over at her mother, trails of spit still connecting her to my cock. "Mommy? Can I lick you again? That was fun!" My cock started throbbing and Peg held my cock at its base grinning at me wickedly. "Why of course baby, you can lick mommy's pussy any time you want." Meagan beamed like she'd been praised for good behavior. She turned her angelic face to me and bragged, "Mommy says I lick real good, Daddy. Wanna see?" Peg turned her devious eyes to me and gently kissed my cock, like she was daring me to answer. I swallowed hard with lust and stammered, "I would love to see you lick mommy's pussy sweetheart." Peg grinned and gave me a firm lick all the way up the underside of my cock. She gripped me firmly and stroked me, making me moan, as our 8-year-old excitedly got on all fours and crawled between Peg's long legs. Peg lifted one knee and I throbbed as Meagan nestled in and brought her face close to Peg's freshly shaved cunt, her little tan butt up in the air. "There's mommy's pussy baby," Peg cooed, rubbing her outturned lips and moving her hips around excitedly. Meagan beamed and extended her little tongue. "Ooooooh! Lick mommy's pussy Meagan. C'mon, you know how!" They had obviously done this before and I groaned at how erotic it was to hear Peg say these things and to watch my daughter eagerly move her mouth to the pussy that had given birth to her. Peg's hand squeezed me hard as Meagan's little tongue gently wagged drawing near and making contact with Peg's succulent pussy lips. Peg almost hurt me and her whole body tensed. Milk was dribbling from her pulsing nipples, coating her massive tits like icing. Her eyelids fluttered as Meagan's tongue began to lap and tickle her labia. "Oooooh, Bill! Your baby is licking her mommy's pussy. Isn't that hot?" "Fuck yes," I groaned, cock throbbing in Peg's fist. I began to pet Peg's hair, frantic to touch something. She lay back, almost forgetting my cock, arched her back and spread her legs wide as Meagan went to work. I turned on my side, playfully rubbing my long cock over Peg's fountaining tits. "Oh Bill, her tongue feels so good!" I was getting so turned on now, I knew I was going to have to fuck one of them. Peg used her hands to pull up on her tits and squeeze them. Showers of warm milk spattered my hairy belly and coated my aching cock. I looked down to see Meagan's innocent face eagerly kissing and licking Peg's pussy lips, rubbing her face all over and getting her 8-year-old face messy. It was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen. Meagan looked so erotic, only 8 years old, blonde hair hanging wet around her cute babyface. Her massive tits squashed beneath her and oozing out to each side of her rib cage. Her nubile skin was tan with summer and flawless. I followed the arc of her little back up to the heart- shaped curve of her precious little butt. It was sticking obscenely up in the air and my cock began to throb wildly. Peg began to emit little staccato coos, squeezing her fat tits hard and launching sprays of milk into the air. "Oh, Bill!" she squealed. "She's licking my clit! Mmmmmmmmmmmm. She's gonna make me cum!!" I took my milk-soaked cock in hand, already fighting the urge to explode, and played it through the streams of milk Peg was giving me. I rubbed my aching cock over her huge nipples and the flesh of her wobbly tits, then I scootched up so I could rub my dripping shaft over her whimpering face. She reacted with moans and did her best to kiss and lick my huge cock as she approached orgasm. I rolled back and got on my knees, watching Meagan pull her mommy's pussy open so she could flick her tongue over her clit. Peggy was having a serious orgasm. She arched her back and began to pant and moan. I was throbbing visibly watching Meagan smile and use her lips and tongue expertly on her mommy's clitoris. I could actually see Peg's hot juices ooze from her pussy as Meagan brought her to a shattering orgasm. Then my 8-year-old daughter began to gently lap and slurp Peg's juices loudly. I couldn't take any more. I slid off the end of the bed and stood behind Meagan's upturned ass. As before, my cock looked too big to ever fit inside her. But she was gyrating her sweet, soft butt around and I saw her pause from licking up her mother's hot cum to turn her sticky face to me. She smiled sweetly and said "Daddy, are you gonna stick your big cock in me now?" "Yes I am, baby," I moaned, walking to her and rubbing my sensitive head and underside all over the perfect, taut skin of her little girl's butt. Peg was running her milky hands all over her voluptuous body, swiveling her hips and rubbing her messy cunt all over Meagan's eager face. "Oh, Bill! Stick your big cock in our little girl! I wanna watch you fuck our baby!" As usual, Peg's words fueled my lust and I took my huge cock, running it up and down Meagan's crack, between her smooth, taut butt cheeks. I was throbbing wildly, amazed at how turned on I was, sure now that a huge load was building up in my swinging balls. Meagan, arched her back obscenely, wiggling her little butt. She looked back at me, sticky juices all over her cute face. "Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me good! Please!" I groaned deeply and slid my head down to her bald pussy. Her little body tensed and she hung her head. I pushed forward, and watched my aching head spread her soft lips apart. Meagan let out a high-pitched coo and my head popped inside her. She was so snug and warm. Her little body was writhing now, begging me to give it to her. I placed my large hands on her succulent cheeks and pushed forward. Meagan's head came up and she moaned. My cock slowly began to disappear inside her. Peg got her hands under her and sat up, milk dribbling from her huge nipples. She took Meagan's face in her hands, then glanced back at the sight of my cock lancing her baby girl. She kissed Meagan's forehead. "Does Daddy's cock feel good in your pussy, baby?" "Oh yes, Mommy!! I love Daddy's cock best of all!!" I groaned at this admission from my little girl. My hands looked huge as I squeezed her baby soft butt and stroked the first few inches of my huge cock inside her. Her little pussy was so tight but she overflowed with warm juices. Peg held Meagan to her chest and soothed her as I worked my cock deeper inside her. Peg's huge tits framed Meagan's face and dribbled milk incessantly. She smoothed our baby's wet hair and cooed, "Daddy's fucking my little girl isn't he? He's fucking you so good now. Pretty soon he's going to feel so good he'll have to cum. And there will be enough for both of us won't there?" I was gripping Meagan's ass tight, loving the way her face was locked in a mask of ecstacy. She was cooing and moaning loudly as I stroked my cock smoothly, deeply inside her tight cunt. Every inch of my long dick was on fire with pleasure. It was so obscene to watch it disappearing inside her baby pussy. Meagan sounded almost like she was sobbing when she came. And she came over and over, her succulent flesh jiggling as she shivered. I wasn't ready to cum yet, so I pulled my cock out. For a moment, I had an intense urge to press my sticky head against her beautiful puckered asshole. But instead I walked up to them both on my knees and slid my cock into Meagan's sweet mouth. She sucked eagerly but could only take a few inches before her gag reflex kicked in. "Oh Bill," Peg cooed. "She looks so beautiful sucking her daddy's cock." I pulled my cock out and presented it to Peg. She smiled and began to meticulously lick Meagan's cum from every inch of my aching, veiny shaft. I rubbed my hard cock all over my wife's face, feeling so powerful with that long, rock-hard cock in my fist. I dipped my head in the dribbles of milk oozing from Peg's huge nipples and she giggled as I turned it vertical to let streams of whiteness trickle over my length. Then she eagerly licked them off and I playfully smacked her full lips with my cock. Meagan looked worn out, perhaps in need of a nap as she nuzzled at her mother's bosom. My wife and I looked down at her the way we used to when we checked on her in bed at night. Forget that at this moment, her smooth little ass was jutting into the air and her pussy had just been wrapped around my cock. I rubbed my head softly over Meagan's cheek and observed, "She's wiped out babe." Peg took my cock and kissed it tenderly on the head. "Then I guess I'll have to take care of this for you. Although I was really looking forward to watching you pump her full of cum. It's so naughty!!" "Well, as long as she keeps her ass in the air, I may still do just that." Peg giggled and slid out from under Meagan. Our baby slumped to the bed with a satisfied moan, eyeing us both lethargically, her little butt still up in the air. Peg slid back and spread her legs wide. She rubbed her fingers in circles over her beautiful pussy. I advanced on her, my throbbing cock preceding me. Peg squeezed her tits, sending fountains of milk into the air as I fell on her and sank my cock deep inside her. We fucked like teenagers, rocking the bed and making it squeak. It felt so good to be inside my wife. She showered me with warm milk and came over and over, hoarsely crying my name. I had already cum so much today that I was finding it easy to resist cumming now. So I fucked Peg like she'd never been fucked before. At some point, an insistent knocking began at the door. "Daddy! Daddy!" It was Julie and Jenny. They began to whine and beg to be let in. "Daddy please!! Please fuck US!! We've been waiting for YOU!! We want you to fill us with your white stuff and make us pregnant!" At first Peg and I were giggling about it. But at that last announcement, Peg felt my cock begin to twitch and she grabbed my hips to stop my uncontrollable stroking. "Bill! Let them in! I know you want to fuck them and pump their tight little pussies with cum. Make them pregnant!" She began to cum harder than I'd ever seen her cum before. I had to grit my teeth to keep from exploding. "Daddy, I want you to cum in my mouth," Meagan whined, crawling up to lay her head on her mommy's belly. She looked up at me with those bewitchingly innocent blue eyes. She gave me puppy-dog eyes and pouted slightly, saying "Please Daddy! Please! I want you to squirt all your cum just for me! I can swallow it all, I promise! I love to eat your cum Daddy! I want to eat it all the time!" I throbbed wildly inside Peg as Meagan said this. My baby opened her pouty, pink lips and her liquid eyes begged me. Peg's pussy was pulsing now, Meagan's words had turned her on so much. She smoothed Meagan's hair lovingly and agreed, "Do it honey! I want to watch your little girl take a load of hot cum right in her mouth! It will be so beautiful!" I was going to cum now. A man can only take so much. I could feel myself teetering right no the edge of orgasm. I grunted in response, "I'll tell you what I'm going to do." I pulled my cock out of Peg's sloppy pussy and slimed Meagan's soft face with her mother's sticky juices. "I'm going to fuck my baby girl again and then I'm going to fill BOTH your mouths with hot cum. And I want to see you swallow EVERY drop." Meagan moaned hungrily as I flipped her tiny body onto her back. I made her back up so her head was level with her mother's and I instructed them to keep their faces close together. Then I lay over my 8 year old daughter and direct my foot-long cock into her succulent little pussy again. Peg began to kiss Meagan obscenely, driving me wild with lust as I started fucking Meagan's tight pussy again. Meagan closed her eyes, moaning constantly as I fucked her hard. They sucked each other's tongues like little cocks and kissed deeply over and over. I lifted Meagan's little legs so her ass left the bed and I drove into her fiercely. "Oooooooooooooooooh!!" she squealed. "Mommy! Mommy! He's fucking me better than anyone!! Oh Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Julie and Jenny sounded like they were actually crying and they shrilled their jealousy and outrage, beating on the bedroom door. Peg had turned on her side and was frantically rubbing Meagan's clit and showering her shrieking face with kisses. I felt Meagan's tight pussy begin to clench on me as she had a shattering orgasm. It was too much for me. I felt my cock begin to jump as orgasm hit me. I pulled my huge, dripping cock out of her achingly tight cunt and held it in one hand. A feeble whimper escaped me at the beauty of my big cock, dripping copious juices to spatter on Meagan's beautiful body. Quickly, I climbed up her body, nestling my electrified balls between her fat tits. Still in the throes of her orgasm, Meagan turned to me panting and holding her mouth open. Peg too had her jaw extended and I looked into her inviting mouth. She held her tongue out obscenely and made "aaaahhhh" sounds. The first surge of orgasm rocked through me and a moan was ripped from me unbidden. My whole body shaking, I directed my dripping cock head at my wife. She smiled broadly but kept her lips parted as I rest my enormous, blood-filled head on her lower lip just as the first rope of thick, white cream erupted from my cock. "Oh yeah," I moaned, shivering as each stroke of my hand preceded a long, thick torrent of cream that splashed into Peg's mouth and pooled quickly. I gave her 5 squirts like that and the pearly goo reached my head. Gritting my teeth I managed to force my muscles to work, moving my spewing cock to Meagan's pretty, 8 year old lips. She was able to breath now and gargled through the ropes of thick semen I splurted into her little mouth. She only needed three of my long gushes to fill her mouth. The miracle of the changes that had been induced in my body were known to me, and I realized that 8 blasts was not the entirety of my orgasm. I was in the throes of a blistering orgasm and I couldn't think clearly. My next shot hit Meagan right between the eyes and immediately spread out to puddle in her eyes. I jerked my cock to the side and Peg moaned with pleasure as I milked the last 3 squirts of my gooey cum across her face. My thick cream plastered her nostrils and her breathing caused cum-snot bubbles to form. One of her eyes was also plastered shut and my ball cream laced her forehead and cheek. Jerking back to Meagan I let the less feeble squirts rain down all over her beautiful, tanned 8 year old face. One of my more feeble squirts was a normal man's entire load, and I completely coated her cute face with at least 8 of them. Finally my orgasm subsided and I slung the last drops at both their faces. I ached to ram my aching cock into a throat or pussy, but I stroked myself firmly until the throes of ecstacy faded. My wife and my 8 year old daughter both lay before me. Their mouths were filled to the brim with my thick jism and Meagan's face was a sticky mass of creamy globs and puddles of cum. "You both look so beautiful," I moaned, dipping my swollen head into Peg's cum-filled mouth until it oozed out the sides. I took my cum covered head and rubbed it all over the clean parts of her face. I repeated this until her entire face was covered with globs and a slime of semen. Peg began gargling my thick cream and Meagan followed suit. I rubbed my cock all over Meagan's cummy face and whispered, "Swallow Daddy's cum baby." She obediently bulged her cheeks so she could get her lips closed and then forced the huge mouthful of goo down her little throat. She smacked her lips and panted, totally blinded by my cum in her eyes. I continued to lovingly push gobs of sperm all over her face, loving the feeling of my piss-hole being scratched by her eye-lashes. I tenderly pushed the pearly goo from her eyes and she squinted up at me with such a look of grateful love that I felt my heart melt. I used my head to clear her nostrils as well. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Meagan moaned happily. "Thank you Daddy! Your cum is SO yummy!" Peg was making noises, so I turned to her. I winked at Meagan and asked, "Should I let Mommy swallow my cum now?" Meagan cooed, "Oooh wait!" She wriggled under me to get turned on her side. Then she stretched up so her lips were poised right over her mothers. I pet her hair lovingly as she slurped up gobs of white cream from Peg's face, slurping it up loudly and smacking her lips each time she collected enough to swallow. I was moved as she licked her mother's lips and chin clean then began to dip her tongue into her mother's mouth and lap my ball cream like a dog. "Ok, let her swallow it now," Meagan smiled playfully. I instructed her and Peg worked my huge half-load down her throat, panting once she could breathe through her mouth again. She wiped the cum out of her eyes and saw Meagan poised above her. A moan of lust escaped her lips and they began to kiss passionately. I sat back and watched as Peggy tenderly cleaned Meagan's face, both of them professing their love of each other, then sharing their excitement over both being able to eat so much of my cum. I found myself thinking: you could only think this was wrong if you hadn't experienced it for yourself. ******************************************************* NOTE: Huge apologies to everyone for how long it took me to get this chapter posted. As always, your comments are welcome. *******************************************************

Archive name: Fertile Valley Reprise - Chapter 21.txt Authors name: SensualKink ([email protected]) Story Title: Fertile Valley - Chapter 21 -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author 2010. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Fertile Valley - Chapter 21 (families, ped, inc, cons,size cum eating) By SensualKink ([email protected]) *** Author's Note: Credit for this really goes to Jim Davis. Without his brilliant original, this would not have been possible. I've been a fan of the series for a long time. I hope no one minds me trying to pick up the thread. I would welcome any feedback or ideas. Enjoy. *** Chapter 21: Peg's Story (Part II) Between Peg's filthy admissions, the way my wife had her legs splayed to the world and was playing with her own sopping pussy, and the ministrations of my angelic little Meagan in my lap, I was quickly becoming aroused yet again. I lounged back in the chair and marveled at my nubile 8-year old curled up in my lap. My hand roamed over her baby soft ass and my eyes couldn't get enough of the sight of her enormous tits nestled against me. She gently cupped my huge balls and had her little arm cradling my semi-hard penis. I still couldn't get over how large my genitals had become. Meagan's tiny body just made my cock seem all the larger to my fevered mind. Peg told her story in vivid detail punctuated by shrill outbursts and obvious loud orgasms by Maggie on the other end of the phone. My beautiful little girl lovingly kissed my meat and teased me with licks as Peg's debauchery unfolded. My wife's delicious pussy was sopping wet and she alternated between rubbing her sticky lips and clit with sliding two fingers inside herself as she told her tale. I caressed Meagan's soft ass and played with her pretty little anus, finding my wife's revelations surprisingly arousing. The kids seemed largely satiated sexually, and they played and caroused loudly in the yard. It was almost like a normal front yard. Except for the huge bouncing breasts that is. I lay contentedly holding my daughter, unconcerned with the level of emotion I felt for her now that the family had crossed the line and entered a realm where anything was permissable. My eyes closed and I ran my fingers possessively over Meagan's beautiful soft skin, listening to my wife proudly lay out her own descent into depravity. I suddenly got the distinct impression someone was watching me. I cracked my eyes open and found Melissa standing before me. Jenny had also wandered onto the porch and stood behind her. Melissa was soaking wet, angrily holding her arms crossed above the huge shelf her tits made. She had on a T-shirt that was soaked through and her big, dark nipples looked like eyes staring at me. Jenny was leaning against the porch rail, watching Peg, chewing on a dark pigtail, a faraway look in her eyes. "What's wrong sweetheart?" I asked Melissa, already knowing the answer. Meagan lifted her head sleepily and raised my spongey head up, licking it and kissing it, probably to tease her twin sister. "It's not fair, Daddy." Tears began to well up in her eyes. "What's not fair, honey," I asked, knowing what my other little blonde angel was upset about. Meagan tickled my urethra with her warm, wet tongue and regarded her twin sister. Melissa wiped her eyes quickly and her hands dropped to idly play at the waistband of her too-tight shorts. "You've fucked everyone but me!" she cried. "I should have been before Julie and Jenny! It's not fair!" "Awwww..." I heard Peg say. "My little Melissa's upset that she's the only one who hasn't had her father's big hard cock in her pussy yet," Peg explained into the phone. I could hear Maggie saying something then Peg replied, "Oh, believe me. He feels bad enough as it is." After a pause, "Oh, I don't know. The way Meagan's wrapped around his cock, this could get ugly." "Peg, do you mind?" I said, exasperated that she was telling Maggie all of this. Plus, it wasn't strictly true. I hadn't fucked Dee yet. She was a busy girl and we didn't spend much time around each other. She was usually off monopolizing Peter or fucking someone else. To my surprise, Meagan lifted her little arm and reached toward her sister. "Here, sissy," she said consolingly. "I don't mind sharing with YOU. I'll help you get Daddy good and hard. Then he can squirt his cum in YOUR pussy and make you preggers too." "Preggers too?" I thought. I knew the girls had been less than diligent with taking their birth control, but Meagan seemed certain. Absolutely certain. A tinny cry of lust drew my attention to the side and I saw that Peg was holding up the cell phone so Maggie could hear what just took place. I gave Peg a withering look but was forced to turn back as my second 8 year old twin climbed into my lap. She settled in on my right side opposite Meagan. Their tits were so big and bloated, they were mashed together on my belly. They cradled my long, semi-hard cock between them, cooing softly and running their little hands all over my genitals. I groaned in pleasure, my shaking hands taking two sweet, tight butts in my lusty grip. "Oh Maggie!" Peg whimpered, her frigging fingers making wet noises as she pleasured herself. "You should see what I'm seeing! It's so beautiful!" Just then Peg seemed to notice Jenny's lithe form fidgeting before her, her dark eyes locked onto her mother's big, wet, pink pussy. "Jenny honey..." Peg said softly, sensing immediately that her daughter was in need. Jenny's dark eyes lifted to her mother's and there was lust and wantoness beyond her years in the gaze. Peg held the phone with her shoulder and used both hands to pull her fat, juicy pussy lips open. "Would you like to lick Mommy's wet pussy baby?" Jenny was rubbing her own pussy through her bathing suit. She gave a curt nod and moved smoothly to her knees before Peg. I felt excitement rising in me again as my lithe 12 year old daughter knelt between her mother's meaty legs, whipped her soaked T-shirt up to reveal her firm new tits and began to rub her hard nipples through her mother's creamy lips. Meanwhile, my 8 year old twins smothered my long penis in soft tit flesh and used their precious lips and tongues all over my huge head and urethra. Two little hands cupped my balls together and sent thrills through me. My cock was quickly returning to its turgid state. Peg teasingly described to Maggie what was happening and I could only imagine how crazy it was driving my sex-starved colleague. "Ooooh! She's rubbing her hard little nipples in my sopping cunt and slurping my juices off Maggie!" Peg's huge nipples began to pulse visibly and spray fine fountains of warm milk that dappled her huge, veiny globes and pudgy belly. "Suck mommy's clit now, Jenny! Mmmmmm! That's it! Tickle it with your tongue!" Jenny worshipped Peg's huge pussy, rubbing her pretty little face all over her mommy's dripping labia, darting her thin tongue out to trace her mother's lips and delight Peg's clit. She squeezed her own sticky tits and lapped juices from Peg's cunt then pressed her whole face to her mother and worked her tongue deep inside. I didn't catch it at the time, but the last thing Peg said before continuing her story was, "Then you better hurry!" ************************************************* Peg's hands flew to her mouth in shock. There she was completely naked before her children with her 9 year old son's huge cock buried deep in the womb that had given him life, with torrents of thick, creamy white cum oozing out of her quivering pussy. It coated his hairless balls and pooled on his tummy. Peg's embarrassment and shame were tempered though, by the unbelievable sight before her. Meagan was her normal, lascivious self, huge tits bursting out before her, barely contained by a too-small T-shirt. She twisted her braids and grinned mischievously, twisting her hips back and forth. Peg felt an unexpected twinge of lust and excitement at the sight of her huge nipples stretching the flimsy material. Peg gasped when she looked down and saw Meagan's twin sister kneeling by Adam's side. She had lifted her shirt so her enormous tits swung free but it was what she was doing that shocked Peg. One hand was buried between her baby fat thighs, vigorously rubbing her pussy through her white cotton panties. The other hand had a firm grip on the huge penis sticking out from Adam's crotch above his pulled down swimming trunks. Peg bit her lip to keep from moaning at the sight of this new humongous boy-cock. It was quite obvious Adam had been exposed to the chemicals that had affected his siblings. Probably coupled with the genetic pre-disposition to a big cock like his father. Peg almost forgot the horror of what her children were seeing when she looked at Adam's tender pisshole opening and closing as Melissa stroked his long, meaty cock like a pro. Julie and Jenny were both there as well. Their naked bodies were lithe and muscular. As Peg took in the scene, they both finished pulling their shirts and shorts off. Not since college had she felt such attraction to another female. They both displayed their sexy bodies and burgeoning tits proudly. "Peter fucks them all the time!" Jenny announced proudly. "But they don't mind sharing with YOU mommy!" Julie added. They giggled and climbed onto the bed. Jenny lay down beside an open-mouthed Peg, lifted one leg and began to rub her pretty pussy. Peg gasped, mostly in lust, but remembered to try to salvage some respect from the situation. "Girls! What in the world are you doing?" Julie climbed up behind Peg and she jumped when she felt her 12 year old's naked body press up against her. She felt tingles where Julie's hard nipples traced over her back and she almost moaned aloud when her daughter's slim hands slid around her waist and up over her huge tits. "We're mostly here to get you and Peter cleaned up," Julie giggled. Jenny rubbed her clit and eyed the torrent of thick cream seeping out around Peter's deflating cock. She took a finger, scooped up a thick dollop of her brother's semen, then slurped her finger clean and winked at her mother. Meanwhile Julie was rubbing her sexy body all over Peg from behind and playing with Peg's aching nipples. "Girls, stop," Peg gasped weakly. "This is so wrong!" Meagan had climbed onto the head of the bed and Peg felt her pussy react as her voluptuous 8 year old hefted her huge tits and settled onto her knees framing Peter's exhaused head. She tried to protest as she saw Meagan peel her bikini bottoms to the side and began to rub her fat, pink pussy lips over Peter's forehead. But at the moment, Jenny slid her fingers through the thick puddle of cum on Peter's belly and managed to slide them around the base of his cock. In doing so, her knuckle slid over Peg's pulsing clit and she moaned instead. Jenny smiled and began to move Peter's semi-hard cock around inside Peg's cream-filled pussy, all the while making sure her fingers constantly rubbed Peg's clit. Julie's hands roamed all over Peg's back, ass and tits. She wriggled her sexy little body against her mother and tantalized her mother's nipples incessantly. Peg's hips began to move uncontrollably and her tits heaved as her breathing got heavier. Peg turned to look at the only source of aroused cock in the room and groaned in lust as she saw her little girl, Melissa, on her knees slurping and licking all over Adam's big, fat cock. "Oh my god!!" Peg whispered. "Mommy," Jenny whined, we need you to get off Peter. "All this cum is going to waste." Peg turned back to her. She was moving her brother's cock around inside her and rubbing Peg's clit. She was also dipping her other hand into Peter's cum and licking it from her fingers or rubbing it into her own delicious pussy lips. "Yeah," Julie hissed from behind her. "Jenny's going to suck all the cum from Peter and I'm going to lick it out of your pussy!" Peg shivered. "Girls! You can't say such things!" Julie's warm breath appeared at Peg's ear. "Then we won't say them, mommy. But please let me lick Peter's cum out of your pussy! I want to taste your pussy so bad mommy!" "Oh you dirty girl," Peg whispered to herself. She began to grind on Peter's cock and work herself up to a frenzy. She couldn't help it. Jenny began to scoop up Peter's thick, pearly goo and spread it over Peg's huge nipples. Then she smiled knowingly and licked it off with her thin tongue. Peg groaned, unable to stop herself from reaching up to caress Jenny's nubile skin and firm little tits. "Mmmmm. Mommy's sweet baby!" Peg sighed. "Come on mommy!" Julie complained, squeezing and kneading Peg's round ass flesh from behind. "Hurry up or it will all run out of your pussy!" "Girls, this wrong," Peg whimpered as Julie began lifting on her fat ass. "So wrong." "It's not wrong mommy," Melissa said, like Peg was being silly. "We all know you suck Peter's cock for him. And you told him you love the taste of his cum. Well," she grinned, looking up at her mother with her brother's big, dripping cock in both hands. "We do too!" Peg finally relented and let herself be dismounted and rolled onto her back. She sat up with her arms behind her and watched Jenny immediately bend her head to Peter's tummy. Peg couldn't help but run her aching, messy pussy lips as her 12 year old's tight ass lifted up before her eyes. Her hairless little asshole and protruding pussy lips were so beautiful! Jenny began to lick up long tonguefuls of Peter's thick jism. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Jenny groaned, reaching under to play with her tight pussy. "Peter always squirts so much!" Julie had meanwhile bent down to loudly slurp and suck all the cream from Peter's big balls. "Hey, no fair!" Jenny cried. "You get to lick the cum from mommy's pussy!" Julie smirked and said, "Ok, ok." Then she crawled over to her mother with a hungry look on her face. Peg shivered and shamefully rubbed her aching pussy. Her 12 year old daughter was crawling naked across the bed with the intention of licking her pussy and eating her son's cum from it! She tried to think of some convincing argument to put a stop to this, but every cell in her body wanted to feel Julie's beautiful lips on her pussy. Peg watched in wonder as her pretty Jenny slurped and lapped up thick gobbets of Peter's cum and sucked her brother's fat penis like a total whore. Then she cried out with lust as she felt Julie's lips begin to rub up and down in her creamy labia. "Oh my sweet baby girl!" she cried, as Julie knelt with her tight ass raised up behind her and began to slurp and suck Peg's lips into her pretty mouth. "Mmmmmmmmm!" Julie cooed. "Your pussy is so yummy!" Jenny straddled Peter so her firm little ass was right in Meagan's face. Meagan smiled like she was satisfied and glanced over to make sure Peg was watching. Then she pulled Jenny's tight little ass cheeks apart and began to tickle Jenny's pretty anus with her tongue. "Oh, Adam!" Meagan said in a sing-song voice. "I'm licking Jenny's ass!" Peg saw Adam blush slightly and it was then that she noticed her oldest son's attention was almost exclusively on Jenny's ministrations to his brother's cock. Jenny rubbed her face all over Peter's flaccid penis, slurping and sucking it hungrily. Melissa cooed and began slurping Adam's swinging balls and Peg could swear his long cock got even bigger. Just then Julie's lips found her mother's clit. She sucked it into her mouth and began to lash it with her 12 year old tongue. "Unnnnnhhhh!" Peg groaned. "OH yes! Lick mommy's clit! Mmmmmm! My sweet little baby!" Julie looked up happily, Peg's pussy juic smeared all over her lips and chin. "Push Peter's cum out of your pussy mommy. I want to taste it all mixed up with yours!" Peg groaned, losing all her will to resist. She arched her back and bore down, rewarding Julie with a thick ooze of Peter's white cum. Peg watched in amazement as her 12 year old daughter rubbed her pretty lips in the thick goo then began to lap and slurp it into her pretty mouth. "Mmmmmm! Mommy, it tastes so good this way!" Peg's big hips began to buck and Julie allowed her mother to rub her wet pussy all over her face. Then she gave her mother a good licking. She kissed and slurped Peg's lips, rammed her thin tongue deep inside her mother and lapped every drop she could find. She sucked her lict and tongued it expertly. Peg shivered and worked her hips, big tits jiggling as she came in her daughter's mouth. "Oh yes! Mmmmm! Lick mommy's pussy! Oooooh! Suck that clit. I'm going to cum all over your face Julie! Mommy's going to give you a big mouthful of Petey's cum!" Peg leaned back on her arms, hips rocking as Julie brought her off to a shattering orgasm. Tits heaving as she panted, she looked down to watch her little girl lap and slurp up every drop that emanated from her pussy. "Oh my beautiful girl. Mommy came so hard and you're licking up every drop! That's so beautiful sweetie!" Julie slid her hands under Peg's knees and lifted her legs. Then Peg groaned with lust as she watched her daughter's thin tongue begin to lash her asshole. "Oh! That's so naughty Julie! Licking mommy's ass like that! Oh yes! That feels good! Stick your tongue up mommy's ass baby!" Peg felt movement and looked up to find Melissa leading Adam onto the bed. They were both naked now and Melissa had Adam's cock in hand like she owned it. She yanked him up and down, his cock way out of proportion to the rest of his body and his big, juicy balls swinging around. "I think Adam would like you to suck on him the way you did to Peter, mommy," Meagan said slyly. She was fingering Jenny's pussy and licking her ass with abandon now. Jenny had Peter's entire soft cock in her mouth and was nursing him like a baby. "Do you want mommy to suck your cock Adam?" Peg asked, totally over the edge now and determined to have her boy's big cock fuck her. Adam couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Jenny but he nodded. Melissa yanked his huge cock and droplets of precum dripped from his big head. "Watch this mommy!" Melissa grinned. "I can make him even bigger!" Peg held her knees high and relished the feeling of Julie's warm tongue snaking it's way in and out of her hot anus as Melissa pulled Adam over to Jenny. Melissa pet her sister's hair and poked her in the cheek with her brother's big, dripping cock. Jenny pulled her mouth off Peter with a sigh and let his big, wet cock flop out. Peg tingled at the sight of it even when it was soft. Jenny arched her back like a slut and rode Meagan's fingers as Melissa happily played Adam's tender head all over his brother's soft cock and balls. "This always makes Adam get real big!" Melissa said, tongue sticking out to one side as she concentrated on rubbing Adam's big cock all over Peter's flopping balls and wet, rubbery penis. "Ooooh! You're right honey!" Peg gasped, watching Adam's skinnier but longer cock expand before her eyes. "Adam, you must like to feel your cock sliding over your brother's." In Peg's supercharged state she didn't immediately realize what this meant. Julie began to pump two fingers into Peg's sopping cunt and while slowly pressing a finger on her other hand against her mother's anus. She still held her knees up like a slut and couldn't help but to reach up and fondle one of Julie's new, firm boobs. "You're getting boobs just like your sisters honey. Pretty soon they'll be huge." "I know mommy," Julie smiled proudly. "And then Daddy'll look at me the way he looks at Meagan." Peg began to scold her for her thinking of her father that way, but just then Julie managed to twist her finger up Peg's warm asshole and Peg moaned at the sudden thought of Bill's big cock buried in Julie's tight little pussy. Peg knew Bill was lusting for his daughters with their knew sets of big tits and their puffy, oversized pussy lips. Especially Meagan. Hell, it wouldn't surprise her if he and Meagan were already fucking. The thought made her crazy with lust instead of jealousy. She turned to look at Meagan and licked her lips at the sight of the 8 year old's enormous tits. She seemed to sense Peg's admiration and beamed at her mother. As Peg watched, she pumped her fingers in Jenny's pussy and extended her tongue in an exaggerated fashion. Peg moaned with lust as Meagan pulled Jenny's firm, round butt cheeks open and diddled her sister's tight anus while her eyes sparkled at her mother's reaction. Melissa was giggling as she used Adam's hard cock to lift Peter's bloated balls so Jenny could lick and suck them. Adam's face was flushed and the realization began to creep into Peg's brain that Adam was getting really turned on by her brother's genitals. Adam's cock was huge and throbbing visibly. Melissa suddenly pulled him forward so he had to lean on Jenny's shoulder and she began to rub his fat, oozing head in the crack of Peter's ass. Peg watched with understanding as Adam closed his eyes and panted with lust. "Adam just loves to fuck a tight ass mommy," Melissa giggled. "I bet he'd love to fuck Peter's. Wouldn't you Adam?" She played with Adam's balls and rubbed his head up and down over Peter's anus. To Peg's surprise, Jenny helped by pulling Peter's legs open. They didn't seem taken aback in the least. It seemed as long as it was sexual and brought pleasure, everything was ok with her transformed children. "Hey! What the..." Peter suddenly squawked. Before he could get the thought out, Meagan deftly positioned her huge pussy lips right on Peter's mouth and began to dance her hips around. "Quiet Petey," she teased. "We're just getting Adam ready to fuck mommy. Now lick my pussy." Peter's protests were muffled by Meagan's wet pussy sliding all over his lips and face, but he evidently obliged her. Peg watched in awe as Meagan's eyelids fluttered and her huge tits seemed to grow even larger. Adam was shivering with lust and Melissa pulled his dick up so Jenny could slurp and kiss the steady stream of crystal precum from it. "Mmmmmmmm! Wish I could have this big cock inside me," Jenny cooed. "You can't," Julie protested, now leaning over Peg and using her thin tongue on Peg's huge, sensitive nipples. "We're saving ourselves." "I know, I know," Jenny said, biting her lip and thrusting herself back onto Meagan's fucking fingers. "Mommy," Melissa smiled. "I think Adam's ready now. His cock is really big and I think he needs to squirt real bad." Peg shivered at the sight of Melissa's huge tits swinging as she knee-walked Adam over to her. "Oh darling," Peg moaned. She used a hand to reach out and fondle Adam's big balls. "Mommy just loves your big, hard cock Adam. Would you like Mommy to make it feel better?" "I guess," Adam said. "Poor thing," Peg thought. She knew what he wanted was Peter's ass. She was sure of it. Evidently her oldest son was gay and Peg wasn't the least bit surprised or concerned about it. She only wanted to make him feel better. "Poor baby," she crooned. She bent over and began to kiss and slurp his leaking head. She felt him throb and knew she was at least giving his cock some relief. Deprived of her tits, Julie bent over and began to take long licks up and down the length of Adam's shaft. Melissa kept a firm grip at his base and gave him gentle tugs. Peg tickled his piss hole and licked all over his mushroom head, her pussy tingling at the sharp, delicious taste of her son's precum. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" Meagan cooed. "Lick my asshole Petey!" Peg let Adam slide a few inches of his cock into her warm mouth and looked over to see Meagan riding her brother's face. To her surprise, Peter's cock seemed to be rising again, and Jenny was doing her best to fuck his meat with her skinny throat. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Adam, Mommy wants you fuck her with this big cock. Could you do that for me son?" Adam watched his mother and two sisters worship his big cock and nodded distractedly. "He'd rather fuck your ass," Melissa giggled knowingly. Peg felt her son's cock throb wildly at the idea. Suddenly, the thought of being fucked in the ass like some kind of degenerate slut made Peg crazy with lust. "Is that it, honey?" she asked. "Do you want to fuck mommy's ass?" She could sense his desire and continued, "Do you want to shove your big hard cock up mommy's tight warm asshole honey?" Adam's cock grew and Julie emitted a moan of lust. "Can I lick your pussy while he fucks your ass mommy?" Without thinking, Peg pressed her lips to Julie's and shared a passionate kiss with her 12 year old daughter. She moaned at Julie's eager response. Julie slid her fingers back in Peg's pussy and frigged her almost to orgasm as they kissed. "Oh my sweet baby!" Peg whimpered. "You can lick mommy's pussy any time you want!" "Can I lick it while Daddy's fucking you?" Julie giggled. That thought sent Peg over the edge and she rode Julie's pumping fingers to orgasm while Melissa happily played Adam's leaking cock all over Peg's lips and wobbling tits. As she came down from her orgasm, Peg fell to her back. Julie quickly moved into position over top of her. Peg ran her hands over Julie's smooth thighs and found herself admiring the pretty pussy that danced above her face. Julie was slurping Peg's sopping pussy and tickling her clit as Melissa led Adam to kneel between his mother's legs. Peg held her knees high and whimpered as Melissa played Adam's fat head between her labia and Julie's lips. "Oh please Adam honey!" Peg begged. "Can mommy feel that big cock in her pussy? Just for a minute please?" "Ok mom," Adam murmured. Melissa deftly rubbed his head in Peg's creamy lips then shoved his cock home. Peg's whole body shuddered and she came instantly as Adam's huge cock slid into her pussy. Julie raised up and used Peg's preoccupation to squat over her mother's face and lightly rub her wet teenage pussy all over Peg's moaning and panting face. Losing all control, Peg reached up and grabbed her daughter's firm butt cheeks. Once she'd caught her breath from her latest orgasm, she pulled Julie's delicious 12 year old pussy to her and began to slurp and lick her daughter's slit with abandon. Peg hadn't tasted pussy since college and the aroma was intoxicating. Julie's pussy lips were so soft and her slit was so tight and warm. Peg slurped and licked and drove her tongue into her daughter's cunt like a pro. She felt her daughter's butt cheeks clenching and rubbed her hairless anus with a finger, aching for the warm cum Julie was obviously about to feed her. Meanwhile, her pussy was gripping and oozing juices as Adam smoothly drove his long cock all the way in and out of her. Peg began to cum as her tongue and lips drove Julie over the edge. She gripped her daughter's soft ass flesh and buried her tongue in her just as Julie began to whimper and rock her hips. Hot juices painted Peg's jowls and she exploded around Adam's cock when she felt Julie's fiery cum envelope her tongue. Melissa was deftly rubbing Peg's juices into her wrinkled anus and working fingers into Peg's ass As her orgasm subsided, Melissa gripped Adam's cock and slid it down to Peg's asshole. Peg couldn't protest or voice a warning because Julie's pussy was still sliding over her nose and lips. Before she knew it, Adam's fat head popped past her anal ring and Peg moaned deep in her throat. Jenny bent over to lap and slurp Peg's wet cunt and stiff clit. This freed Peg to breathe easier and gasp, "Oh Adam honey! Be careful! Mommy hasn't had a cock in her ass in a long time!" Peg grunted as Adam pushed his cock into her tight ass. She could feel his penis expand and throb at the feeling of finally being buried in an asshole. Peg tried to keep licking the beautiful pussy that danced abover her mouth, but a steady moan was being forced from her throat as Adam stroked her gently, widening her asshole to take his huge prick. Julie kept at her clit and lips and pretty soon the combination of her daughter's mouth and Adam's cock had Peg exploding in orgasm again. Melissa played with Adam's balls and his cock seemed to grow even bigger as Peg's motions caused her to fuck back at his hard cock. Pretty soon his lean penis was sliding smoothly deep into her ass. "Oh yes Adam! You're fucking mommy's ass with that big cock of yours. I feel so full. Your big cock feels so good up my hot ass!" In the throes of passion, Peg was only dimly aware of Julie climbing off her. Then Meagan's delicious pussy was hovering over her. With a lust almost equal to her husband's, Peg watched her golden- haired angel move abover her and play with herself. She hefted her huge tits, licked her own nipples and rubbed her pussy, purposely tantalizing Peg's senses with her luscious 8 year old body. Adam's skinny arms shook with effort as he held Peg's legs apart and slowly slid his cock all the way in and out of her tight ass. There was a look of bliss on his face and Peg looked down in amazement to watch the entire length of his long cock disappearing between jiggling cheeks. Meagan arched her back and lowered her big pussy lips. Peg's pussy ached, the feeling of her son's long cock plunging into her bowels provoking a need for her pussy to get attention. His deep strokes into her rectum made her writhe with pleasure and the desire to cum again made her shiver. Sensing this, Meagan danced her dripping pussy around, refusing to bend her mouth to her mother's pussy until her own 8 year old cunt was satiated. Awash with hunger for Meagan's obscenely large labia, Peg whimpered and lifted her head, chasing her daughter's sopping lips. Finally she was able to clamp her mouth to Meagan's pussy and she instantly thrust her tongue deep inside her daughter. "Oooooh!" Meagan cooed, wiggling her firm butt cheeks and letting her huge tits falls rest on Peg's tummy. "Your tongue feels so good in my pussy mommy!" Meanwhile, Julie lay beside Peg fingering herself and, pulling one of Peg's huge tits to the side, slurping and tickling Peg's nipple with her tongue. Soon, her sister Jenny joined her. Peg had a vision of what she must look like at that moment. Her oldest twins lay naked beside her, pulling her fat tits to the sides and slurping her hard, fat nipples. Her angelic 8 year old Meagan was in a 69 with her mother, wriggling her huge labia all over Peg's face and tonguing her mother's clit. While her son Adam held her legs high in the air and used them for support as if he were doing push-ups to move his long cock all the way in and out of her tight asshole. She couldn't see Melissa at the moment but she could feel her hands every so often and she knew she was playing with Adam's big balls at the very least. To make things complete, Peg managed to get her arms free and reached over to finger each of her oldest twins. They both grabbed her wrists and encouraged her to fingerfuck them vigorously. And then Peter appeard above her, his huge prick now almost completely stiff again. He held it proudly before him and slid it between Peg and Meagan. Peg groaned and gave Meagan fresh, hot cum to lap up as she felt her son's warm balls rest on her forehead and he slid his juicy cock all over his mother's face. Adam began to thrust harder and faster into Peg's loosened asshole and she discovered she loved being fucked in the ass. Meagan cleaned up Peg's latest orgasm then clamped her lips on her mother's clit as Peter deftly pulled his cock up and slid it between Meagan's huge, pink pussy lips. Peg moaned like a whore watching her son's oversized cock stretch her 8 year old's gorgeous pussy apart and disappear in her wet hole. Billy would be so jealous right now! "That's it son," Peg heard herself saying. "Fuck her with that big dick. Fuck Meagan's pussy Peter!" Peter pushed forward and his huge balls rolled down Peg's face. "Mommy, can I put my balls in your mouth?" Peter asked. "It helps me keep my cock hard so I can give Meagan a good fucking." "Oh yes darling. Mommy loves to suck your balls," Peg moaned, opening her maw. Peter's entire hairless sack fell into Peg's mouth and she closed her lips. She sucked on his scrotum and rolled his balls around in her warm spit with her hot tongue. Peter groaned and Meagan began to move her pussy back onto his huge cock. At that moment Peg felt so liberated. Surrounded by her naked children, all engaged in acts of primal pleasure with no thought to their taboo nature. Sucking Peter's balls felt so dirty and she was rewarded with Meagan's hot, tasty pussy juices as they ran down his beefy cock. She used her warm, wet tongue to tantalize her son's testicals, even finding the smell of his nearby asshole intoxicating. Julie and Jenny had such precious pussies; Peg pistoned two fingers into each of them and felt the girls rubbing their clits and heard them panting and moaning with pleasure. Adam held his body straight and used his arms to lunge up and down, ramming his huge cock into her rectum, sending thrills of forbidden pleasure out from deep inside her. Peg emitted coos and moans of muffled pleasure. Pretty soon, Meagan's motions were too much and she had to let Peter's balls go. For long minutes she just reveled in the feeling of his soaked ball sack sliding back and forth over her face. Then she began to tease and tickle his precious testicals as he fucked his sister's 8 year old pussy harder and harder. Peg felt Melissa's bursting tits press against her tummy and she squeezed Meagan's soft hips as Melissa's tongue on her clit sent her into another frenzied orgasm. Her paroxysms of pleasure caused her to clench her ass on Adam's cock and she felt it swell in size. Pussy juice gushed from her cunt as Adam lunged into her tight ass and his cock began to leap. Fiery goo splashed into her bowels and Peg cried, "Oh yes! Squirt your cum in mommy's ass my sweet baby boy!" She could feel Julie and Jenny both begin to spasm on her fingers as they rubbed their clits and came with her. Melissa's lips were clamped to Peg's clit and her 8 year old tongue ravished her mother's button. Meagan held herself up, placing her hands on her sister's back as Peter rammed his cock into her over and over. Peg couldn't see it but Meagan was pulling on her huge nipples and looking back at her brother as he drove her to orgasm. She loved the way her pert little butt cheeks wiggled whenever someone fucked her hard like this. A rolling wave of orgasm filled the room. Peg and her daughters were all cumming as Adam's cock began to squirt hot cum up Peg's ass. Peter soon joined him, driving into Meagan's pussy and holding himself there. Peg cried out in ecstasy and tongued her boy's balls as more of his thick cream exploded from Meagan's fat vulva and dripped down his fat balls into her hungry mouth. Another orgasm ripped through her at the taste of his delicious semen mixed with her little girl's cum and juices. Her mind was shattered as Adam unleashed torrents of goo up her ass and her cries became gargles as huge amounts of pearly cream slid out of Meagan's pussy and between her lips. She was dimly aware of Melissa frantically telling her brother, "Adam pull it out! I want some too!" Peg emitted a groan as Adam's long penis was withdrawn from her ass, leaving her feeling empty. She felt his still-jumping cock slap down against her burning clit and Melissa's wet moans filled the air. Peg shivered with lust as she felt hot cum spill onto her tummy and Melissa's sweet lips and tongue began to clean it up. She rolled her hips around in ecstasy as her little boy's balls rolled around in her wet labia. "Hey, no fair!" Julie cried. Light assaulted Peg's eyes as one of her oldest twins, pulled Peter back so his huge cock popped out of Meagan's cunt. Peg was treated to a torrent of steaming, thick jism from Meagan's sweet pussy as Julie grabbed her brother's lurching penis and slid her lips over it. It was such a beautiful sight that Peg almost came again. Looking up from between Meagan and Peter's thighs. Meagan's sweet, curved ass shimmied as she continued to cum. A thick torrent of white, pearlescent cream spilled from between her outturned lips and Peg opened wide to catch it all. The hot delicious taste of Peter's ball cream filled her senses and she relished every drop filling her mouth as she watched his huge balls swing above her. Julie's pretty, thin-lipped mouth engulfed his spewing head and her little girl's cheeks sucked inward as Peter groaned and finished squirting his hot cum directly into Julie's mouth. "Meagan, I want some!" Jenny whined and Peg could barely see her laying nearby, fingers a blur in her pussy. Meagan hobbled off of Peg and crawled up Jenny's sexy body, planting her big pussy right on her sister's mouth. Moans and sucking ensued and Peg could see Meagan's sweet, round butt cheeks clench as her sister cleaned out her ravaged pussy. Without warning, Julie let Peter's wet cock go with a pop and it bobbed beautifully above Peg. Then Julie smiled serenely with closed lips, pulled her hair behind one ear and bent to her mother's face. Peg still had half a mouthful of Peter's goo when Julie grabbed her jaw and pressed their lips together. Peg groaned deep in her throat as Julie's mouth opened and her daughter's tongue entered her mouth along with a huge load of thick creamy goo. Hot semen spilled over her cheeks as she and Julie kissed passionately, tongues swirling in a sea of thick cum. Flush with passion, Julie lifted up and stared down at her mother. She kissed and licked Peg's creamy lips delicately. "Swallow it mommy. It's so good!" Peg did and felt a surge of love for her child as Julie lapped up streamers of cum from her cheeks and chin, then fed them to her with a swirling tongue deep in her mouth. They then spent long minutes sharing Peter's spent cock. Julie managed to milk out a few more gobbets of thick cream and they giggled and shared it with each other. Finally, Peter collapsed at the head of the bed again. Peg got up on her elbows and looked about her. Meagan's sweet butt was clenching as she rode Jenny's face. Thin rivulets of cum and juices ran down here narrow chin as she fed on her sister's fat pussy. Adam was stroking his cock along Peg's clitoris, milking out the last wiggling drops of his fluffy, glistening semen. Peg's belly rose and fell quickly at the delightful feelings of Melissa's tongue lapping and her lips slurping up Adam's jiggling puddle of swirling ball cream. Peg rested her weary feet on the bed and watched one of her youngest twins lap Adam's drops then catch the last one dangling from his pisshole. Peg felt a thrill of lust instead of disgust as Melissa's baby lips slid over Adam's big, crimson head and began to slurp the end of his spent cock. Suddenly Julie clapped excitedly and bounced on her knees. "Oooh! I get the cum in your ass!" she whispered and quickly climbed to the end of the bed and bent between Peg's legs. Once more they were lifted in the air and Peg groaned when she felt her daughter's thin tongue began to lap and probe her wrinkled anus. "Push it out mommy!" Julie whined. "Please push it out of your butt!" Peg bore down and felt warm cum spill from her asshole. Julie emitted an "Mmmmmmmmmm!" and began to loudly lap up the creamy juices as they exited Peg's sphincter. Peg felt like such a slut but it was couple with a deep love of her children as she watched them indulge in debauchery around her. She had never felt so fulfilled as she did at that moment. Later intense feelings of guilt and fear attacked Peg's mind. She was terrified of Bill or anyone else finding out about her sins. She felt like a horrible mother. How could she have done such things? And with her own children! After their little tryst, Peg sat them all down and gave them a stern talking to. She forbid them to ever do such things again and especially with her. "Or your father," she said, pointedly looking at Meagan. Peg was left speechless for a moment when Meagan looked back at her as if she had nothing to fear and as if Peg's warning couldn't apply to her. Peg tried her best to be angry and ashamed. Before the end she broke down and yelled at them all to leave. The house was subdued after that but things looked to be getting back to 'normal'. That is until she thought to ask where Dee and Debbie were. She went to the bedroom next door to theirs and asked Meagan, Melissa, Peter and Adam if they'd seen their sisters. "Oh," Meagan supplied helpfully, sitting on the bed rubbing cream into her huge tits despite the warning Peg had just given her. "Once we saw you fucking Peter mommy, Dee and Debbie knew they had no reason to worry about getting caught." Meagan looked up at her with a smile. "So they went down the road to see that Mr. Garver. He has a great big cock and he says Dee and Debbie remind him of his daughter. So he gets REAL big and makes lots of cum when they show him their big titties." Peg was astounded. "M-M-Meagan, honey. How do you know these things?" Meagan topped off her huge nipples with cream and spoke to Peg like she was missing the obvious,"Duh mommy. We've all been fucked by Mr. Garver and his sons lots of times." "Lots of times," Melissa agreed, laying on the bed, kicking her legs as she read some teen magazine, her huge tits squashed out beneath her. "Where does this Mr. Garver live?" Peg asked, getting angry. "He's the next house down," Meagan pointed, her huge tits bobbling around and shining with a fresh coat of lotion. "Fine," Peg gritted. "I'll be back in a few minutes. You four stay put." Peg headed for the door and paused as Meagan said, "If you go down there mommy, you're going to end up with cock in you." Peg turned back to her, not liking her know-it-all attitude and fresh mouth. "I choose Meagan. I always choose. One day you'll have to learn that." It was meant as a jab, but Meagan merely smiled and said, "You'll see..." Peg's lips formed a grim line and she marched out of the bedroom. TO BE CONTINUED... -------------------------------------------------------- Finally decided to get back to the story. Constructive feedback is greatly appreciated. --------------------------------------------------------

Forbidden Fruit II By Thomas J. Hyde This continues the saga of Rob as he seeks to create his own personal harem. However, some unknown elements are starting to take objection to the people he is taking control of. Betty paced her bedroom, pondering the events that had occurred within the last few days. Her boyfriend, Stephan, had apparently vanished off the face of the Earth. Two days ago, she had gone to his apartment, where she had visited dozens of times before, only to find a young black couple with two small children where Stephan used to be. From what little she saw of the apartment itself, she could see that there was no sign of her boyfriend's possessions. She had contacted his friends and coworkers and they had never heard of him. Betty had tried everything she could think of and had not been able to find once trace of Stephan. The final straw came this morning when she screwed up the courage to call his parents, who had never really cared for her. When she did, they didn't know who she was nor did they admit to any knowledge of having a son at all. There was only one person that she hadn't called. That was Robert McLattel, one of Stephan's coworkers and 'friends.' She had always felt a strange vibe around the man, and that feeling had told her not to call him. Until recently, she had dismissed most of that feeling, but that had stopped when she had discovered about her family history. A few weeks ago, her grandfather had sent her an ancient bound book. In it's front cover was a letter that explained that she was from a long line of wizards and witches. Her parents had not believed in their powers and as such, had never developed them. However, Betty had always felt a strange connection with the world around her and this seemed to answer some of her questions. It was then when she realized that the reason why she didn't trust McLattel was because he had an aura of dark magic around him. Finally, she realized something. Apparently, something had removed any evidence of Stephen Kellen from existence. The only remaining evidence remained inside her mind and in her apartment. Each of which were protected by a powerful family spell her grandfather had told her to cast before anything else. Therefore, whatever had altered reality, was magical in origin. After calling Stephan's parents, she had remembered that while skimming her family book, she had come across a magical location spell. At the moment, she had the book opened in her lap, and was studying the spell. It was rather simple and only required a possession of the person the caster was attempting to locate. She hoped that the spell would reveal the true whereabouts of her boyfriend, who she was really beginning to miss. She placed a small baseball on the bed and began chanting the incantation to activate the location spell. Almost immediately, there was a bright flash and a small oval portal appeared above the baseball. But what she saw in the portal shocked and confused her. The portal revealed a woman passionately impaling herself on a man. From the view she was receiving, she was quite beautiful and seemed to truly be enjoying the sex. Betty could even hear her cries of passion and her hips bucked in time with the man beneath her. The scene continued for several minutes and the young woman found herself hypnotized by it. She just stared at the fucking woman and slowly began to massage herself. A little while longer and the woman came hard, crying out in ecstasy. It was that moment when Betty saw the man's face. All thoughts of arousal vanished instantly as she laid eyes upon Robert McLattel. Robert had a strange expression on his face and seemed to look around the room until Betty could have sworn he was looking right at her. Then he made a sharp gesture with one hand and the portal vanished in a puff of smoke. Betty simply sat there for a few moments as her brain worked through this newfound information. One thing she knew about Rob was that he was a creep. She had talked to several of Stephan's coworkers, and they had agreed with that assessment. She also knew that he did not have a girlfriend. So why did the spell show Rob and that woman? The woman was undeniable stunning not the kind of girl that Rob could acquire through normal means. And then the spell was supposed to find Stephen. As the logic of Betty's mind continued to process the information, she began to draw a conclusion from the data. She had heard rumors of a shop in the mall that was supposed to deal in magical transformationespecially transgender ones. What if Robert had learned this power And used it on her man? She knew he had been angry when Stephen had been promoted over Robbut was it enough to turn him into some gorgeous nymphomaniac? Her instincts told her yes. Rob was that kind of person. But how could she do anything about it? She didn't know, but she was determined to find out and bring Robert McLattel to justice. * * * Rob lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, enjoying the feel of his sweat slowly drying on his naked body. He felt a slight movement on his arm and glanced to see Stephanie snuggle closer to him as she took a short nap. They had been very busy in the last few daysbreaking only for their respective jobs. With Stephan out of the way, Rob had claimed his rightful supervisory position at Select Partners. Stephanie had also been making a killing in tips at Nol's Rabbits. Yesterday, Steph had brought over one of her fellow "Rabs" after workand that had been a hell of a time. He had had to cast a stamina spell on himself to keep up with the voracious appetites of the two women. Which brought him to the next step in his collection. He had thought long and hard about who his next victim would be. It was this morning when he determined who. When Rob had first come to Select Partners, he had been put under a jackass supervisor named Jules. He had never stopped harassing Rob about anything and everything Rob did. One of the reasons why he had wanted to get back at Stephan was because he had been the one to escape Jules. One thing Rob knew about Jules is that he always brought a banana with him to work. All Rob had to do was switch out Jules banana with an enchanted one and Jules would pay for the hell he had made Rob's life. Rob got up out of bed, trying not to disturb his stripper lover. He had found that he actually was beginning to care about Stephanie. Quietly, he got dressed, but eventually turned, hearing soft moans of pleasure. His mouth quirked up into a smile when he saw Steph pleasuring herself frantically. Rob was almost drawn back to her, but at the thought of what he would do with Jules, he restrained himself. Instead, he simply watched her bring herself to a wild orgasm. She looked at him and laughed. "Enjoy the show?" she purred as she stretched her sweat- streaked body. He sat down next to her and massaged her massive breasts. He hadn't realized at first that each fruit gave its victim a particular attribute. The apple that Stephan had eaten had given Stephanie a spectacular ass and an incredibly largeand sensitivepair of tits. He had a good idea what the banana would do and looked forward to trying it out. Stephanie was good when she went down on him, but who knew how good the new girl would be? "A very nice showhopefully you don't give all your customers that kind of treatments." "Only the ones I sleep with on a regular basis." "Ah," Rob said with a smile. "Well I look forward to the next actafter work." "Do you have to?" she whined. "I'm ready for more" "You're always ready for more," Rob said as his smile widened. "Yes, I have to. But I'll be bringing someone home with me who will step in as our new playmate." Stephanie grinned widely and leaned closer to him. As soon as she was in range, she began to attack him with kisses. Robert almost succumbed to her again, but he managed to pull himself away before her hands were again at his pants. "I'll be home around six," he said. "And you can enjoy our new toy before you go to work tonight." "Okay," she said with a huff. "Don't be late." She heaved her chest for emphasis. He assured her that he wouldn't then left the warm bedroom, walking out the apartment to the garage and his new car. That had also changed when Stephan had been altered, a product of his promotion and the added income from Steph. He could hardly wait to get to work and found himself speeding across town to make it there fifteen minutes early. He jumped out of his corvette and dashed to Stephan's old office, right next door to Jules. His target had already left his office to meet with his own boss. Rob quickly snuck in and found Jules' small fridge. Opening it silently, he found his target: the banana. Rob switched them out and bolted back into his own office. The entire switch had taken less than a minute. And it was close. Jules door slammed thirty seconds later. Soon he would have his bananaand Rob would have his revenge. * * * Across town, Betty furiously studied the book, desperate to find a spell that would take Rob out of the picture. She had a suspicion that Rob would strike again and she didn't want anyone else to fall prey to the man. She had found a few spells that could work, but determined that if Rob had the power to change a person's gender, he would be able to block most of them. Finally, she called her grandfather and explained the situation. "So this Robert has transformed Stephan into his sex toy, huh?" the gravelly voice asked. "Yes!" Betty said, close to tears. "And I don't know what to do! He's probably going to do the same to another poor guy! Even more, from what I've seen, his spell has rewired reality itself!" "Well, I see two options," her grandfather said after a few moments of thought. "The first is to try and create a backfire in whatever spell he's using to transform the guys. A backfire spell is relatively easy to accomplish if the spell isn't protected with advanced shielding. There is a serious risk though, if the spell is advanced and protected. It could ricochet back to you, causing you to be changed like the men." Betty wasn't sure about thisbut she was willing to take the chance if it would get Stephan back. But she wasn't to know about the second option. "And the other option?" Betty heard her grandfather take a deep breath before responding. "I have an old friend who might be able to help you. However, he can be a little eccentric about pricing for his services. The cost could outweigh the benefit, my dear." She noticed that he was being rather ambiguous about the second optionespecially what it would require of her. "What do you think I should do?" Another silence. "I would try to backfire spell first. If it works, then Robert will become whatever he wanted his next victim to be. After that, call me and I'll come to youwe'll try to fix Stephan together. But make sure to try and shield yourself if it fails. TG spells are very powerful." Betty weighed her two options for a few moments while her grandfather waited patiently. Finally, she said, "Tell me more about the backfire." * * * Rob was smiling evilly as he drove home wit the zombie-fied Jules following in his own car. After Jules had eaten the enchanted fruit, he had come to Rob for instructions, as he was programmed to. Realizing that his intended changes should be made in a more private venue, Rob ordered him to do his job like nothing had happened. The only detail he made was that Jules could not react in anger or annoyance to anyone. It had been fun watching Jules almost shake with internal fury at various people, but unable to release the anger. Just that was worth the work of stealing the fruit. At the end of the day, Rob had commanded Jules to follow him home where he would meet his new lifeand new body. Rob parked in the garage next to Stephanie's Miata while Jules parked on the curb. He led his victim inside and called to Stephanie, who had been making dinner. He had discovered that Stephan's cooking skills had been transferred to Stephanie, much to Rob's delight. However, he cooking abilities would no longer be needed. * * * Betty watched Rob introduce the silent Jules to Stephanie. She had studied the mystical location spell further until she had learned how to add a 'stealth' enchantment to the incantation. Now she could watch the events unfolding in Rob's house with impunity. She gritted her teeth as Rob explained to Stephanie that Jules would be their new toy. The young woman actually looked disappointed and Betty guessed that Rob had programmed her as bisexual with the male side of the equation only directed at Robert. Betty knew of Jules and that he was a pain in the ass. Stephan had been so happy to be promoted out from under him. Part of Betty wasn't really sorry about what was going to happen to himbut Rob had stolen Stephan from her and Jules was the one who was going to be her vessel for vengeance. Rob continued to talk, and to Betty's surprise, he revealed that he was going to transform Julies into Julia, his perfect exotic French Maid. As Rob began to speak the activation incantation, Betty started casting her backfire spell. * * * Jules' body stiffened as a purple field surrounded him. Rob grinned and felt a rush of power course through his body as he harnessed the fruit's magical energies. Stephanie watched in fascination, unaware that only a few days ago, she had undergone a similar experience. "Let's start with the basics, shall we?" Rob said, rubbing his hands together with glee. "Jules, what is your name?" Rob could see the confusion on Steph's face and enjoyed it. "Jules Carson Bacteer," the man said in an odd, detracted manner. "That's incorrect," Rob said simply. "Your name is Julia Carrie Baccat." Jules blinked as his memoryand realitywas rewritten. His ID in his wallet changed, as did his diploma in his home. "Now that that detail's out of the way," Rob said. "Let's move to the fun parts." "Julia, are you a man or woman?" "Man." "Julia is a rather silly name for a guy. I think if you have that name, you're going to have to be a woman." Julia's eyes widened as a small part of him tried to resist. But the spell was far too powerful and it obliterated all resistance within his mind in less than a second. Stephanie gasped as Julia's clothes altered first. His dress shirt became a severe blouse and his slacks transformed into a knee-length skirt. Rob could tell that his undershirt was changed into a bra and his boxers were now panties. The clothes looked exceedingly strange on Jules' male form. Until that too, changed. Rob had only specified that Jules was now female. Therefore, Jules became what he would have been had he been born female. The first change was the face. It lost it's previous definition and changed from a oval structure that of a soft triangle. Black hair sprouted and changed from a spiked cut to a pageboy look. The lashes of the morphing face lengthened and separated as the eyebrows became neat and elegant. The nose also changed, losing it's "hawk" look. The beard stubble that seemed permanently attached to Jules face vanished, replaced by smooth skin. The last thing to change was the lips, which simply morphed into the basic feminine form. The soft skin now covering her face rushed downwards through the neck, erasing the Adam's apple and continued into Julia's blouse. Rob glanced at Stephanie and was very amused to see telltale signs of excitement showing, Rock-hard nipples sprouted from her tight blouse, accompanied by heavy breathing. Another gasp emerged from her lips and Rob returned his attention to the transforming entity before him. Breasts began pack Julia's bra and blouse. It was fascinating to watch as the top of the fabric seemed to fill as if someone was pumping air into it. The final result was the rounded shape of two medium-sized tits. As the mammary glands grew, Jules' arms lost their shape and shrank, the hairs turning white before disappearing. The hands became dainty and to Rob's surprise, the fingernails changed from plain to being adorned with a soft pink. He had not expected make-up to be included in this spell. Jules had always been a little heavy and that translated into Julia. Unlike Stephanie's transformation, Julia did not acquire the hourglass shape, but actually rounded her breasts to her hips, which did flare out a little. Her pelvis shifted, causing her butt to grow out a little. The changes continued as Julia stood a little straighter as her manhood vanished and reformed into a woman's secret place. Then the legs grew slender, through not as thin as Rob preferred. An entire new person stood before Rob and he saw definite potential. Then again, since he had the power to reshape a person's body at will, he could see potential in anyone. He glanced once more at Stephanie and laughed at the sight of her playing with her tits, her shirt unbuttoned at the transformation before her. Whether she found the change itself erotic or Rob's powers, he wasn't sure, but either way, the show wasn't over yet. * * * "Excellent," Rob said on Betty's portal. She was watching carefully as she continued to mutter the incantations for the backfire. Already a strange green mist hovered before her, the physical manifestation of the spell she would throw at Rob. But the timing had to be perfect. If she was off with the closing of the spell, there was a good likelihood that the spell would double itself onto her, making her a clone of Julia. Betty continued to watch in a sense of horrified fascination as Rob reshaped Jules to his desires. Part of her was curious about what was next, and a moment later, her curiosity was satisfied. "Julia, what size are your breasts?" "24B," Julia said in her new alto voice, though still in the same robotic tone as earlier. "A woman in your line of work should have much bigger pillows than that. I think a 34D would be sufficient." Julia's eyes widened once more as her bra adjusted to accommodate her swelling bust line. Soon, reality had been shifted once more as Julia's tits ceased expanding, leaving her exactly as a 34D. Betty gritted her teeth again, holding herself back instead of striking at Rob as she so intensely desired to do. He was suck a menace and she bristled at the though of that man using woman as his playthings. It was maddening to watch, but when she was done, Rob would be the plaything. * * * "Well, Stephanie?" Rob asked, circling the newly well-endowed Julia. "What do you think?" Stephanie now was sitting in her favorite chair, topless, her own massive tits well displayed. Rob was sure that Stephanie preferred having a bigger rack than Julia especially since her apple had made her quite proud of them. "Very nice, lover," she said, her eyes bright with excitement and arousal. "But I think she could use a few more curves." Rob smirked and agreed, coming up with a wicked idea. "Do you want to give her those curves?" Stephanie was obviously thunderstruck. "Can I?" "Just do it like I was. Ask a question, then correct her. The spell will do the rest." Rob made a quick hand motion, releasing part of the commands for the spell to her. "Okay," the exotic dancer said hesitantly. She peered at Julia and took a deep breath, looking at Rob for a moment, who urged her on. "Julia, do you focus on keeping your body in shape a lot?" Rob wasn't quite sure what she was going for, but decided to let her play it out. "No," Julia said. "My appearance is secondary to my occupation." The warlock grinned as he figured out where his current lover was going with this line of questioning. Stephanie smiled widely, obviously become even more aroused by this. "That's not right, Julia. You've always naturally had a very sexy body. Men have always desired you and women want to be you. It's also very easy for you to keep your body that way." Immediately, the changes began to sweep over Julia as any excess fat was wiped out. Julia gained a curvaceous body that could easily be described as "drop-dead gorgeous." In fact, most women would probably kill for a form such as that. Unlike Stephanie, who radiated sex, Julia's body reflected a softer and more refined version of sexy. Despite that, Rob found himself excited just by looking at the body that now was his property. Stephanie could now barely keep herself from playing with her sensitive spots. She looked at Rob and begged for one more. Rob simply smiled and nodded. He already had a nagging suspicion what the next alteration would be. "Julia, have you ever made love to a woman?" Since history now remembered Jules as Julia, the woman, it was a fair question. "No. I have never been interested in women." Stephanie giggled. "That's not what you told me the other night. You love women and you're great at pleasuring them intensely. You've done it hundreds of times." Julia blinked again as memories of numerous hot and passionate encounters with other women sprang into her mind. A fantastic skill for eating out a woman's sensitive place came into being within her. "Okay, Stephanie, I'm impressed," Rob said graciously. "Now, let's finish her up. Julia, what's the highest you ever made it in education and how did you pay for it?" "I graduated forth in my class at Mountain University in economics. I worked as a research assistant for a business professor there." "You silly, silly girl, you know that's not true. You graduated as an entertainment major and you were a stripper at "The Nest" a few miles outside of town. You also did a lot of side work as a prostitute when you found out that you couldn't get pregnant without the help of a certain kind of fertility pills." Once more, neural pathways were remapped as the feminine version of Jules' life was replaced with a life of sex, lust and money. She suddenly remembered sleeping her way to good grades with various professors. She had been the guest of honor at some very wild frat partiesand the occasional sorority. She remembered just how good she had been on the stage and in the sack and that she had saved quite a bit of money from it all. In fact, a large savings account suddenly sprang in up the city bank as the memories popped into existence. Rob nodded happily, then moved in for the kill. "Julia where do you work and what do you do there?" "I work as a supervisor at Select Partners." "Nope. You're actually a freelance 'escort.' You've built up a reputation as being the perfect sex-crazed French Maid. In fact, you're so good that you've found that you enjoy cooking and cleaning and that it even makes you horny." Now, multiple things changed. Julia's business dress rapidly changed into a frilly French Maid costume, but one more suited to a stripper than a real maid. The top showed off a huge amount of cleavage and was at least a size too small, emphasizing her curves up there. Her curvaceous midriff showed and the skirt was almost beyond a mini. One could see small tuffs of hair coming from the top hem of skirt, which only dropped two inches below the waist. The shoes changed as well, becoming heeled black slippers. Even the small crown-like head piece appeared in Julia's curly black locks. Stephanie began bouncing in her chair, obvious eager to discover what their new toy could do. Rob prepared the last change and began to speak. * * * "Where do you live, Julia?" "1406 Covenant Drive." "No. You are currently living at the McLattel residence, acting our your role as servant and sex toy to Rob McLattel and Stephanie Kelly." Betty could see Julia's eyes flutter again and she noticed that things suddenly became cleaner in Rob's living room. But that was secondary, because now, it was time. Betty quickly uttered the final words to the backfire spell as Rob started the 'closing' incantation. The green mist suddenly darted through the portal. Betty was blinded momentarily by a flash and opened her eyes to see that the portal had expanded to cover an entire wall. The picture was now crystal clear, any distortion removed by the combination of spells. Rob reacted in shocked as the mist dove towards the purple-hued French Maid. HE threw out a few shielding spells, but the mist dodged then all like a live thing. Betty yelped in joy as the mist slammed into Julia. She watched as the purple gave way to green and she knew without a doubt that vengeance would soon be hers. That's when it all went wrong. The aura began changing colors throughout the rainbow as arcs of magical energy started to rip away from the multicolored Maid. Rob dove behind an end table to protect himself. Stephanie froze for a critical second then cried out in pleasurenot painwhen a red arc lit her up for a brief moment. Her body shook as if was under the influence of a massive orgasm, then she collapsed into a heap on the ground, panting as if she had run a three-minute mile. Then, to Betty's horror, the aura seemed to grow brighter as if charging Then it blasted straight for her. Betty flew through the air, slamming into the wall as the backfire spell integrated itself with her. The strange thing was that there was no painonly maddening amounts of pleasure. Her body bucked and writhed as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her. She could feel both Julia and Stephanie's presence in her mind. For a second, they were all connected, merging into one being. It was only through Betty's mental controls and several shielding spells that she managed to maintain control of her mind. She desperately resisted the rewriting of her memories into a synthesis of the two women. She felt as if she was drowning in an ocean of sensuality. She felt her body change, through because of the mental assault, she could fathom how. It was all she could do to keep her consciousness from being ripped to shreds and replaced by that of a mindless sex toy. The mental effect seemed to last forever during which time she was dimly aware of more arcs striking throughout her apartment and the continued morphing of her body. After what seemed like an eternity, she emerged into awareness. She did a quick mental inventory and found that for the most part, she was still Betty. Her memories showed a lot more sexual encounters that she previously rememberedwith both sexes. There was also the fact that she had apparently been a cocktail waitress at a strip club for several months, yet another new memory. Otherwise, her memories appeared intact, much to her relief. She looked around briefly and noticed that the portal was gone, and the ingredients to the backfire spell were now in ashes on the ground. The entire room seemed to be filled with a strange iridescent mist that was quickly dissipating. She slowly stood up and wandered over to the mirror to take a physical inventory. She hesitated for a moment as a part of her balked as seeing the changes that had been wrought. However, she knew that she would have to face the new Betty eventually and decided that it would be better just to get it over with now. She stepped before her reflection and gasped in shock. She still lookedgenerallylike the Betty she had seen in the mirror this morning. However, this new Betty looked as if she had been a Playboy playmate for a few years. Every single blemish on her face and body were gone. Her breasts had increased to a size much closer to what she had seen on Stephanie. It was amazing. Her clothes also had changed, becoming almost skintight. As she ran her hands along her new body, she felt an irresistible urge to play with her new and improved equipment. She managed to fight it off for the moment, but in the back of her mind, she knew that her new libido would not be denied. She began looking through her room, studying all the changes. Luckily, all the signs of Stephan were still intact, but she was shocked to see all the new and strange things. She now had a large collection of various "fantasy" itemsmostly cheerleader, nurse and the like outfits. About ten times as much lingerie has she had before as well. She wandered over to her bed stands and found a new draw filled with all manner of sex toys. Once again, her body demanded attention and she pushed it back, knowing that she had only minutes before the need for sexual attention overwhelmed her. She knew now that the backfire spell had backfired onto her. She was lucky that she had been able to fight off the mental changes, or else she probably would be a prostitute somewhere by now, screwing her brains out on some guy she had never met before. But all of this meant that Rob was still out there, with another new woman as his slave. And he probably knew who had attacked him. She also had a feeling that all of the changes hadn't manifested themselves yet. That theory was confirmed seconds later when she moaned, feeling something tease her sex. She looked down in shock, wondering where the sensation was coming from. It felt like when Stephan teased her with his hand during foreplay. Her hips bucked a little as the sensation continued and she felt herself becoming more aroused. Suddenly a voice in her head said, "Why don't you strip for me?" The voice seemed to echo through her mind, destroying any resistance to the idea. Betty had to obey it. She began to peel off her new white shirt that was filled to the brim with her newly enlarged tits. She became more excited, similar to the feeling she got when she did a striptease for Stephan. But that was different. During those time, she had wanted to strip for him. Now, she felt compelled to do it. Soon, her shirt was off, revealing in their full glory her breasts. The nipples were already rather hard and she almost felt an unseen person gazing at them in lust. The thought made her begin to pull off her skin-tight blue jeans, revealing her small white panties. Already, there was a visible wet spot in the center. Those soon fell to the floor and she was standing in her room, nude. The voice spoke again. "Suck me off." Betty was completely confused. It was as if she was living out somebody else's sexual experience. She tried to fight the sensations rushing through her body, but before she knew it, she had gone into the drawer she had found earlier and found a large flesh- colored dildo, created by the backfire spell. As she looked at it, all she could think about was how much she wanted to swallow it. And she had never felt the need to give a dildo a blowjob. It didn't make sense. Yet that's exactly what she did. She placed it on the bed, using it's built in stand and began to lovingly lick up and down it's plastic surface. Only it didn't taste or feel like plastic, but real flesh. She could even smell sweat from around it. Uncomprehendingly, she felt hands take her head and move it to the head of the dildo. That's when she got her first flash. She saw not the lone dildo, but the live, pulsing cock of a real man. She managed to look up and saw Robert. That's when she realized that she was looking through Julia's eyes. She was feeling what Julia felt and she was copying Julia's movements. "You ate my special bananna, Julia," Robert said as he looked down at her. "And I can guess what that means your special ability is." Betty heard two voices say the next line. "I am a fantastic cocksucker!" Her voice mingled with Julia's and then Betty once more saw her room and began to suck the dildo like there was nothing else in the world. She suddenly did things to the dildo she never knew about, but she had a feeling would drive a man wild with passion. Things that she couldn't describe or probably repeat ever again. But one resounding thought echoed through her head, originiating from Julia's sex-crazed mind: make the man cum. Betty was very aroused as it was and she jumped slightly when she felt a soft, probing tongue exploring her sex. And an even stranger sensation occurred as she tasted what she thought were a woman's love juices. Another vision appeared before her. This time she was looking at a woman's sex, this was hot and sweet-smelling. She could see a tongue that should have been from her mouth exploring the genetal folds. She realized that she wasn't only connected to Juliabut to Stephanie too. The rush of sensations was maddening. First, she was desperately sucking a dildo that tasted like a real man's member. Second, while doing this, she felt herself eating out another woman. And finally, her pussy felt the same eating out sensation, only from the other side. Her mind couldn't keep up with the feelings. She felt as if she was being bombarded by the power of sex itself. Unsurprisingly, the combination of stimulation sent her into an orgasm that would not end. As she came, she felt the taste of both the man and the woman become stronger and the licking at her sex become more insistent as Stephanie began eating Julia out with pure, lesbian abandon. All thoughts where pushed from Betty's mind as the orgasms continued to wash over her. She continued to see visions of both Rob's cock and Julia's pussy as her view switched from Stephanie to Julia randomly. And during that entire time, she continued to suck wildly on the dildo/Rob's member. Soon, she felt the imaginary cock stiffen in her mouth and was shocked by the taste of him in her mouth. She hungrily swallowed with Julia as the taste and scent of the cum sent shivers through her tits into her sex. The voiceRob's voicespoke again. "Julia, swallow it all. Stephanie, why don't you give our new toy her first female orgasm." The insane sensations continued as Stephanie found Julia's senitive spot and began licking, chewing and kissing with gusto. Betty cried out around the dildo as she tasted Rob's cum, Julia's juices and felt the sensation of Stephanie attacking her clit. Rob's explosions soon stopped and she managed to remove her mouth from the dildo, and a new command was given. "Why don't you two sixty-nine each other?" Rob said in her mind. "After all, you need to act like the horny, nymphomaniac lesbians you are." Betty flipped over on her back as Stephanie moved Julia beneath her. Betty watched from Julia's perspective as Stephanie's sex was lowered over her mouth. Betty had never been this aroused by a woman before. In college, she had enjoyed the experimentation with her roommate a great deal, but always preferred a man to a woman. But as the feeling doubled as the two women serviced each other, every memory from those times of sexual experimentation rushed into her mind. In fact, new memories, probably from Julia and/or Stephanie, rushed into her. Within seconds, she couldn't think of a single male encounter. In those moments, Betty became a flat-out lesbian. A very horny lesbian. She tasted both woman as they attacked each other. She felt caught in a never-ending loop of female pleasure as the two women tried to bring each other to climax. And considering what they had been doing before eating each other out, it didn't take long. Betty could taste both of the women's cum as they exploded into each other's faces. All three let out a wild cry and collapsed. As Betty's senses returned, she hoped that it was over. But she was not that fortunate. She felt a large object begin to part her folds and knew that Rob was now screwing one of his toys. She got a quick vision, enough to determine she was now feeling Julia. She was suddenly overwhelmed by intense lust for Rob and began playing with her rock-hard nipples as he moved further and further in. If Rob had suddenly appeared in her room for real, she would gladly screw him now. Finally, when she thought she would explode because of his massive member, she felt it slide all the way in. As he began to move in and out of Julia and Betty, the latter received an extremely erotic image from Stephanie of Rob screwing Julia. "Are you enjoying it?" Rob's voice echoed again, directed at Julia but sent into Betty's mind. "Yessss" they both moaned. "Fuck me" Rob obliged them, going faster and harder. He seemed to hammer out any remaining intelligence as Betty felt herself slide into sexual bliss. She had never felt sex like this before, even with Stephan. The combination of her new body and her feeling Julia's own pleasure brought her to a state of sexual addiction. She felt as if she could never get enough and she made enough noise that it seemed like the entire floor knew about her newfound sexual status. Too soon for Betty, she felt Rob nearing climax within Julia. Her short red hair continued to bounce as she felt Rob delve deeper and deeper into his new sex toy. He didn't last much longer and as he began spurting into Julia's hot sex, Betty loved every spasm and bit of new heat inside her. Before long, much to both women's regret, Rob had pulled out of Julia. Betty saw a quick flash of him smiling down upon Julia and felt a feeling of warmth rush through her body as the sight of his grin. It was only then when she realized what a slut she had been acting like. Feeling no more sexual sensations at the moment, she managed to get up and make it halfway to the bathroom so she could towel off when she once more felt the insistent tongue of Stephanie at her sex. * * * The naked Rob watched his stripper begin to eat out his new maid again and considered what had just happened. He had clearly seen Betty through the portal, which had been duplicated for a few seconds. She had struck against him and he was not going to allow such an act to go unpunished. But as the two ladies beckoned him to another session, he figured that he could deal with Betty tomorrow To Be Concluded she realized what a slut she had been acting like. Feeling no more sexual sensations at the moment, she managed to get up and make it halfway to the bathroom so she could towel off when she once more felt the insistent tongue of Stephanie at her sex. * * * The naked Rob watched his stripper begin to eat out his new maid again and considered what had just happened. He had clearly seen Betty through the portal, which had been duplicated for a few seconds. She had struck against him and he was not going to allow such an act to go unpunished. But as the two ladies beckoned him to another session, he figured that he could deal with Betty tomorrow To Be Concluded

<html> <head><!--ADULTSONLY--><title>Reaching An Understanding</title></head> <body> <p> Communication can be difficult, especially when it's easy. <p> (This story takes place in the "Newer Universe" series.) <p> Keywords: MF ScFi interr <p> <h1>Reaching An Understanding</h1> <h2>by Optimizer</h2> <p> As he stood up from the limousine, the first bellboy pounced. "Welcome, sir. Please follow me. Joseph, help them with the bags." <i>(You look rich. So let Joe do the work, and give me the tip.)</i> <p> The young man introduced himself as he led them across the lobby past the front desk. "I'm Peter. Anything you need, just let me know, sir." <i>(Keep the cash flowing, and I'll suck up just as much as you like.)</i> <p> He provided the essential service of pushing the 'up' button on the elevator panel. When Peter turned, he stiffened, just for a moment, as he took note of the two men who'd followed from the car. Humorless, dark clothing, intent. Bodyguards. <p> The door opened, allowing them all to board. "Will you be staying with us for a while, sir?" <i>(How much cash are we likely to extract from you, anyway?)</i> <p> "My plans are not settled yet." <i>(Excessive curiosity jeopardizes your tip.)</i> <p> He stole a glance at the impassive faces at the front and side of the elevator. "I see, sir." <i>(Shit! I'm sorry, I'll be good!)</i> <p> Thereafter Peter was a model of laconic decorum as he showed them the facilities of the executive suite. Two large bedrooms, two bathrooms, a well-appointed central room. It would do. <p> Joseph arrived with the bags as Peter was finishing. Thame pulled out his wallet and presented each man with a fresh twenty. He nodded to Joseph. "Your efforts are appreciated." <i>(</i>Your<i> efforts - as opposed to Peter's - are appreciated.)</i> <p> The bellhops left with dissimilar expressions - Joseph smiling, Peter nervous. <p> Stephan and Alejandro had already begun sweeping the rooms, attempting to satisfy themselves no traps or bugs lurked about. Thame loosened his tie, opened his briefcase, and started looking over the faxed reports from far-flung subordinates. Most of them were garbled and scrambled. Useless... to anyone but him. <p> The border dispute between China and India bore watching. It would be stupid for either side to escalate - but nations weren't always sensible. And when they weren't, there was often money to be had. Which side would be better to sign on with, though? At first glance, India seemed more promising, all told. More accepting of mercenaries. But long-term concerns might urge a different choice. <p> He'd had time to get through two briefings before his security team conceded they couldn't find issues... yet. Thame gathered up the papers and made for the desk in one of the bedrooms. <p> Alejandro spoke up as he passed. "Need anything, sir?" <i>(Will you be working long?)</i> <p> "Not at the moment." (<i>Into the night, I fear.</i>) "Perhaps you could look into some companionship for the evening?" <i>(Get me a girl. You know what I like.)</i> <p> "I'll check, sir," Alejandro replied. <i>(I don't care how horny - or lonely - you are, security comes first.)</i> <p> "That will be all for now, I think." <i>(I'll stay here until morning, just keep the room secure.)</i> <p> "Fine, sir." <i>(Keep the shades drawn this time.)</i> <p> He had some difficulty getting back to the briefings. It was disconcerting how much had changed in eight months. He hadn't rated such elaborate protection before. <p> Stephan and Alejandro had always been assigned to high-risk clients since he'd hired them. Former soldiers in Spain, they had become bodyguards afterward. Set assassins to block assassins, went the logic - and it had proven sound logic several times. <p> But his own risk was rather higher, now. <p> <hr> <p> Her voice sounded sharp, but it wasn't the phone's fault. Her frustration would have been obvious, even before. "Two weeks?" <i>(Your daughters are growing up without you!)</i> <p> "Nichevo." <i>(It can't be helped.)</i> Usually he stuck to Greek anymore, though sprinkled with words from a dozen other tongues. Such as that wonderful Russian term. It conveyed resignation and fatalism so perfectly. <p> As his first language, though, Greek was the easiest to carefully phrase things in. There had been some embarrassing incidents before he'd hit upon the trick of making neutral comments, letting the message he <i>intended</i> get conveyed. <p> Portia didn't sound mollified. "Come home as soon as you can." <i>(Or else.)</i> "I love you." <i>(Though you make it hard sometimes.)</i> <p> "I love you too." (<i>Despite your harangues.</i>) "See you soon." (<i>As I can.</i>) <p> He hung up the phone and sat for a moment. This life had never been in his plans. When he'd gone into intelligence, it had been in a nice quiet office. Even when he'd worked late, it was only twenty minutes from home. <p> Now he was away far more often, and for far longer, than ever before. And he still wasn't sure if his family was safer or not. <p> Alejandro would give him hell later, he knew, but he pulled open the curtains and looked out at the clouds. Natural scenes were restful now. If trees or clouds or mountains or rivers contained messages from God... those, at least, he could not interpret. <p> He went back to reviewing more reports, jotting down recommendations. Choosing clients was enormously more important now. They needed jobs Scylla could accomplish - ideally ones no one else could do. But they couldn't be jobs that would make irreconcilable enemies. <p> Not yet, at least... <p> A knock at the door to his room. Stephan leaned in. "Sir? Dinner is here." (<i>I agree with Alejandro about the drapes, you know.</i>) <p> "Thank you." (<i>Fine, fine. I'm closing them.</i>) <p> <hr> <p> The evening sun had just fully set when another knock came at the door. Alejandro called through, "Sir?" <i>(She's here. The girl you wanted.)</i> <p> "A moment." <i>(Let me secure my papers.)</i> <p> It took scant seconds to store the reports in his briefcase and lock it. He came to the door and opened it. <p> Stephan had the better English. "Mr. Panagitis will see you now." (<i>She's clean, no weapons.</i>) <p> Thame's eyes widened briefly. The young woman was, of course, attractive. He'd guess her at one hundred seventy centimeters without the heels, clean-limbed, with a slender waist that accented her rounded bosom and hips. Full lips, nose slightly wide, open brown eyes. Smooth skin, naturally. All to be expected, given the price he could afford to pay. What he hadn't expected was the tone of the the skin - a rich brown, coffee with at most a hint of cream. And her black hair was lustrous, but tightly curled. <p> Her dress was tan, sleeveless, and while not overly tight, followed her curves with suppleness. As befitted her station as a higher-end escort, the skirt was above the knee but comfortably below the hips. The neckline revealed an enticing rather than titillating amount of cleavage. The heels matched the dress and were perhaps just a centimeter or two higher than average. A light wrap, necessary on a March evening, hung off one arm. She held a small red clutch in one hand; he noted the shade matched her nails. <p> She stepped forward, smile firmly in place. "Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Panagitis." (<i>I think maybe you're not pleased to meet me. But I'm a competent professional.</i>) <p> He smiled himself as he stepped back, waving her into the bedroom. "Thame, by all means. And you are?" (<i>Let's be friendly, or at least professional.</i>) <p> "Candace. Or Candy. You pick." Her smile never wavered, but he sensed her meaning. (<i>It'll help tell me what kind of night I'm in for.</i>) While she approached, she was taking in data - his dark hair and eyes, his beard, the slight frown-lines around his eyes. His tall frame, square though not overbroad shoulders. His expensive shirt and shoes, the fashionably-pastel suit pants. <p> "I'm pleased to meet you as well, Candace." (<i>I'd prefer a young woman, not a girl.</i>) She brushed by him and he closed the door. <p> Her eyes were making an experienced sweep of the room as she set her wrap and purse down on the table by the door. Taking in the tidiness, the lack of alcohol smell. The matching jacket and tie set neatly aside. "You seemed a little surprised just now." <i>(You're disappointed I'm not white, right?)</i> <p> "A surprise is usually an opportunity, I've found." <i>(Actually, I'm intrigued.)</i> <p> "Have you been to Atlanta before?" (<i>Haven't run into too many black people, have you?</i>) <p> Americans had such a toxic attitude about race. Slavery had left deep wounds that had closed with a great deal of scar tissue. Europe's colonialism had been no better in practice, except that it had fostered a certain isolation. Racism by policy, not everyday behavior. Segregation was less marked. <p> "No, though it seems a very pleasant city. Certainly the people are interesting." (<i>Please, relax. I'm not what you fear.</i>) <p> A very slight frown as she visibly put the issue aside. "Where are you from?" (<i>I can't figure out if you have an accent or not.</i>) <p> "Greece, originally. Now... an endless number of hotels, it seems." (<i>I'm hoping for some companionship as well as sex.</i>) <p> "Wow, you sound like you grew up around here." For once, words and intent were congruent. <p> He replied with the same alignment. "I have a special talent for languages." <p> She glanced at the door. "Are those guys gonna stay out there?" Several meanings there. <i>(I don't want an audience)</i> along with <i>(I want to be able to run if you turn out to be a creep)</i> and <i>(If you need bodyguards, I don't want to get in any crossfire)</i>. <p> He responded in kind. "They're very discreet." <i>(I'm the only one you're here to entertain)</i> along with <i>(You have nothing to fear from me)</i> and <i>(They're just a precaution)</i>. <p> She paused a moment, then seemed to decide to accept his words again. "You're a good-looking man," she drawled, just a hint of slyness in her tone, her eyes. <i>(How should I play this? Are you the kind who likes the idea of screwing a slut, or do you want me to pretend to be into you specifically?)</i> <p> Thame smiled. "Ah, but seldom have I seen beauty like yours." <i>(I'd prefer at least the illusion of personal interest, please.)</i> He could see that she was a trifle unnerved, both by how perceptive and how expressive he could be. <p> And she had no idea what was to come. <p> <hr> <p> He had been a professor of linguistics and history. Fluent in nine languages, competent in half a dozen more. It had been a key reason he'd been tapped by Greece's Central Intelligence Service. He'd translated intercepted data, dabbled in code-breaking, briefed diplomats. Things had been difficult at first, since the bulk of the CIS had a military background and retained a certain reflexive disdain for civilians - particularly academics. He'd only served the compulsory term when he'd turned eighteen. <p> But he'd proven himself, and frequently demonstrated the value of his encyclopedic study of military history. He'd read Sun Tsu in the original. <p> His career had been going well... until his immediate superior had been forced out by Papandreau and Politis in '84. He'd seen the writing on the wall and retired soon after, to found a security consultancy. He'd named it "Scylla", almost as a joke. The contacts he'd made along the way allowed him to attract some talented and experienced personnel, and given him some lucky breaks on clients. <p> Then, on the evening of July 22nd, 1986, came the White Event. A bright light had shone down everywhere on Earth, all at once. A few heartbeats of white-out blindness, and all had - apparently - returned to normal. <p> Less than two days later, he'd discovered that some things had changed a great deal. That he, himself, had been altered. <p> He'd felt strangely alert as he read the morning paper, perceiving subtle implications in the stories. His daughters had been somehow more expressive, more melodramatic, as they conversed over breakfast. But he had put it down to an odd mood. He'd gone in to work and almost forgotten about it. <p> By the afternoon, though, he'd no longer been able to deny that something strange was happening. Reviewing the Pushtun texts he'd been laboring through the day before, he found them trivial to decipher, pellucid. He grasped vocabulary and grammatical constructions he couldn't recall even studying. Profoundly disturbed, he'd gone to the university library and found some books in the Devandagari script - based on Sanskrit, a language family he'd never had the opportunity to investigate. <p> He could read them effortlessly. What should have been incomprehensible scribbles were bursting with meaning. He absorbed not just the words themselves, but what the author had <i>intended</i> to convey. He couldn't avoid it. <p> He explored other shelves. It was the same everywhere. He had lost the ability to misunderstand or misinterpret any text, in whatever form. He brought up pictures of Cuneiform tablets with a microfiche reader and read lists of cattle herds and bales of wheat. <p> At that point he sat back in his chair, almost trembling, fearing he might go mad. Or more likely, had already done so. <p> Behind him, two asiatic men - graduate students, clearly - were discussing a recent automotive show in their home country. And though they were speaking Indonesian - another language he'd never scratched the surface of - he understood it all, even the slang. <p> Panicked, he bolted upright. He tripped over the chair and fell in a sprawl. The two young men ran over. One said, in heavily accented, slightly hesitant Greek, "Are you all right?" <p> "Yes, I'm fine," Thame had replied. <p> The man's eyes widened and he smiled. "I don't hear many people speak my dialect around here!" He'd returned to Indonesian. <p> "I'm sorry?" Thame managed, after a moment. <p> "No offense, I was just surprised. Your accent is perfect, you sound like you grew up in Jakarta." <p> A wild suspicion flared in Thame's mind. He told them, truthfully, that he'd always had a knack for languages. <p> But he said it in Russian: "U menya vsegda byl talant k yazykam." <p> The other man smiled. "That's an amazing gift. How long have you been studying Indonesian?" <p> Floundering, he muttered, "Tr&egrave;s r&eacute;cemment." <p> The first one shook his head, still using a language Thame had no Earthly reason for understanding. "I wish I had your ear. I've been here two years and I still struggle with Greek." <p> "W&ocirc; de z&ocirc;uli&acirc;o. Dzi&#281;kuj&#281; za pomoc." Thame said desperately, and fled. <p> "Terima kasih kembali!" <i>(You're welcome!)</i> chased him down the hall. <p> <hr> <p> That night, Thame was silent all through dinner. He didn't need any magical powers to sense the concern his wife felt. Later, alone in their bedroom, he'd confided in her. If he was going insane, she should be warned. <p> When he'd finished, Portia sat quietly for a moment. Then she spoke. "I won't say it's impossible. It has happened before." She squinted at him, torn between concern and amusement. "But <i>you</i> are no apostle!" <p> His bewildered stare finally made her laugh. Still chuckling, she walked to her nightstand and withdrew her Bible. She paged through it for a few moments, then handed it to him wordlessly, pointing to a passage. <p> Thame read through all of Acts 2. When he finished, he looked up at her. She had always been more devout than him. It would have been hard to be less so. But now... "Am I to be a prophet, then?" <p> At that, she became serious. "I don't know. But you cannot deny there have been signs in the heavens!" She shook her head, slowly. "Show me this gift of yours." <p> He told her she was beautiful, three times, in three different tongues. By the end she was scowling, watching his lips intently. He hung there, wondering which verdict he feared more. <p> Almost in a whisper, she said, "It's true. I heard you speaking our mother tongue, but your mouth..." <p> After a while, he reached out for her. She clutched him close. Somehow even her embrace carried a message - <i>What are we going to do?</i> <p> He hugged her close, but he knew his own response was involuntarily transmitted - <i>I don't know.</i> <p> <hr> <p> Three weeks later, he'd met Jesse, the contortionist. It hadn't been simply a matter of luck - he'd been putting out feelers for unusual phenomena. Still, he hadn't anticipated that there might be multiple different <i>types</i> of mutation out there. That had been another revelation. One that forced him to make a decision. <p> The logic was inevitable. Such abilities and traits would be too fascinating to ignore, if only for scientific research, even had they been useless. The fact that they were often useful - in cases like his own, invaluable - meant that there would be furious competition as soon as the players realized a new aspect of the old game had opened up. <p> There were only two obvious options. Secrecy was one - but only <i>complete</i> secrecy. And he had, all unwitting, given up the ability to hide. Eventually the various parties would grasp what the White Event had wrought. At that point anyone who'd showed a sudden interest in fringe ideas would be investigated. Alone, he'd be in the worst possible situation - an attractive target. Powerful enough to be worth securing, but not powerful enough to defend himself. <p> The other obvious course was to pick a side. If he did it quickly enough, he might secure a better deal. However, he knew from long experience that deals were only honored for as long as the most powerful side saw an advantage in it. He would become a vassal, a slave in all but name, soon enough. <p> There was one last path to take, not obvious at all. Risky - <i>extremely</i> risky. But with the head start he'd been given, perhaps just possible. <p> <hr> <p> "You seem to travel pretty light," Candace said, smiling. (<i>No special equipment, or drugs, I hope.</i>) <p> He smirked, self-deprecating. "My needs are modest." (<i>I'm not particularly kinky.</i>) <p> Her head tilted just a touch, curious. "But somehow, I don't think you're a simple man." (<i>I shouldn't pry, but you bother me a little, somehow.</i>) <p> A humble shrug, still smiling. "Uncomplicated enough for tonight." (<i>Whatever else I may be, for you I am simply a customer.</i>) <p> A short hesitation. "For tonight, then." (<i>I don't know why... but I think I believe you.</i>) <p> Thame knew why. People instinctively trusted what he said. He could withhold truth; even deceive, with effort, by presenting incomplete facts. But bald lies were beyond him now, and his involuntary clarity came through to the subconscious, at least. <p> She sat down on the edge of the table; the way her toes flexed said, <i>Ahh. Stupid heels.</i> <p> "Are you from this area?" (<i>You seem an intelligent girl. What led you to this line of work?</i>) Along with the subtext, he knew, his lack of judgment would be conveyed. He asked simply from curiosity. <p> "I'm actually from Tennessee, but I'm attending GSU. Pre-law." (<i>This profession isn't my life. It's a means to an end.</i>) <p> "I've no doubt you'll go far." Absent his gift, the deadpan delivery might have been mistaken for sarcasm. Instead, she had no trouble reading his sincerity. <p> "So what brings you all the way from Greece?" <i>(Do you want to talk - or brag - about work?</i>) <p> "Just business." (<i>I wish to actively avoid talking about work.</i>) "I may have time for a meal or two, though. Any recommendations?" (<i>Let's try another topic.</i>) <p> "Well, there's the Sun Dial, right upstairs..." (<i>Expensive, but if you can afford this hotel, you can swing it.</i>) <p> "Perhaps something a touch more far-ranging." (<i>I'm not looking for hotel food. I'm interested in actual local cuisine.</i>) <p> "Oh, in that case... well, there's Pittypat's Porch." (<i>Not sure how bodyguards would look there, though.</i>) She smiled impishly. "And I'm not supposed to like it, but the Varsity by Georgia Tech has the best hot dogs." (<i>A school-rivalry thing. But I don't take that stuff seriously.</i>) <p> "The very thing." (<i>I trust your judgment. I'll try to make time for at least one of them.</i>) <p> She hesitated; then, "You really have a way with words." (<i>How can you put all that</i> nuance <i>into what you say?</i>) <p> "Perhaps words are overrated." (<i>I'm wearier than you can imagine of conversation.</i>) <p> She licked her lips. <i>Here we go.</i> "Excited, are you?" (<i>I don't want to just hop into bed. I have to believe I'm a better class than that.</i>) <p> "My time is limited, I'm afraid." (<i>I don't think of this, or you, that way. This isn't purely about physical need.</i>) <p> "Then we should make the most of it." (<i>The customer is always right.</i>) <p> "Indeed." With his eyes, his tone, he asked her to stand. <p> She did, gracefully. Her hands came up to the back of her neck and - with a quick glance to ensure permission - she unzipped the back of her dress. Her upthrust arms, and the arch of her back, drew attention to her bosom. Her coquettish smile acknowledged the pose's deliberateness - <i>Artistic, isn't it?</i> <p> With similar practiced ease, she smoothly pulled the dress over her head and away. Her nipples were dark, and smaller than he'd expected for such sizable endowments. They did not seem out of place, however. He felt they set things off nicely, in fact. <p> She angled herself as she stuck out her rump, presenting it, as she slid her panties down. Not in a tawdry way; just smoothly, theatrically. She had to bend, anyway; why not make a show of it? They slipped without a hitch past her shoes, and were set neatly on top of the dress. <p> He appreciated the show. Greek had its own <i>mots justes</i>. He didn't utter the word "callipygious", but it applied precisely. Her rear was full, smooth, rounded, robustly female. If he was going to engage prostitutes, he was glad he could budget for excellent ones. <p> She straightened and faced him. Her pubic hair had neat triangular borders, but was thick and lush. Elsewhere she was either shaved or naturally hairless. <p> This moment came, in some form, every time. The moment when the woman revealed her body fully, when she felt most vulnerable. Mixed sentiments, always. <i>Do you like this? Am I attractive?</i> And, <i>But I don't need your approval.</i> And, somewhere in the background, <i>If only this weren't necessary...</i> <p> He let his eyes say it. <i>I like it very much indeed. You are lovely.</i> <p> Her apprehension - which few would have noticed, anyway - eased. <i>That will make things simpler.</i> And, in the background, barely a conscious thought, <i>Nice to know I've still got it.</i> <p> A flick of his eyes, a slight quirk of his mouth - <i>You can take off the heels.</i> <p> Her <i>Thank you</i> was similarly carried only by eyes and lips, but she smoothly and gracefully stepped out of them. Nude, now, save for her earrings. The pause that came then said, <i>What next? Should I give you a blowjob or a kiss?</i> <p> He sat down on the edge of the bed. The invitation would have been obvious to any lady of the evening, from experience. His power could add nothing there. <p> She accepted it, and placed herself close beside him. She leaned in, still watching carefully. But he inclined his head and their lips came together. <p> She smelled of woman and perfume. He found her tongue. For now, he kept things slow and gentle; he could tell it wasn't time yet for anything too bold. <p> Her body inched closer, offering itself for embrace. He put one arm around her - <i>Don't mind if I do</i> - and her breasts cushioned up against his chest delightfully. <p> They broke off the kiss, mutually, and a trace of smugness lurked in her smile - <i>Like that, do you?</i> <p> She undid the buttons on his shirt, one at a time, working down from the collar. She pulled the last tucked stretch from his pants, and slid it off his shoulders. His estimate of her intelligence ratcheted up a notch as she set it on the nightstand next to the bed. She'd noticed how neatly he kept the room. <p> Next she pulled the undershirt up, and off. Her smile didn't change, but something in her eyes expressed, <i>That's a relief. You're in better shape than most of the guys I've done.</i> <p> A trace of a smile, a ghost of a nod. <i>I can't afford to run to fat.</i> <p> The undershirt joined his shirt. Then, in a graceful segue, she slid off the bed to her knees and removed his shoes. <p> Just a slight tension in her shoulders. <i>Feet never smell all that good.</i> <p> A shrug. <i>Sadly so.</i> A flash of teeth. <i>Fortunately, I don't have a foot fetish.</i> <p> She set shoes and socks aside, a bit more soberly than was perhaps appropriate. Her eyes met his, even as her hands met his belt. <i>How can I understand you like this?</i> <p> A shrug. <i>My gift.</i> Rueful twitch of the head. <i>And curse.</i> <p> His zipper was undone. <i>I'm sorry, could you move a little?</i> He shifted and his pants came off and went onto the pile. All that was left was his underwear. <p> She grinned, small but genuine. "I guess you <i>are</i> excited." (<i>Got a tent pole there.</i>) <p> He stood with a smile. "As if there was doubt." (<i>And why shouldn't I be?</i>) <p> She slid his underwear down. A tiny flip of her head. <i>You'd be surprised what some guys need to get going.</i> <p> He was as nude as she, now. "Mmmmm," she purred, examining his member. (<i>Good size. Not too big, not too small. Comfortable. Clean, even.</i>) One hand grasped gently, guiding the end into her mouth. <p> He stiffened, in two ways. <i>I don't wish to finish off in this manner...</i> <p> She sensed it, of course. An amused eye-roll, the odd sensation of a smile wrapped around his prick. <i>Relax. I know what I'm doing.</i> <p> A few seconds later, he gasped. "I... see your point." (<i>That tongue is</i> impressive.) <p> He was never sure, afterward, if it was his paranormal expressiveness or her own experience that told her <i>just</i> when to stop. She wiped off her lips with the back of her hand - somehow ladylike even in practicality - and rose off her knees. <p> He placed a hand on her hip. The way she breathed, the slight turning of her leg, guided his hand up her back. She didn't want him holding her behind yet. <p> Instead he pulled her tight, forcefully but not threateningly. One hand brushed a nipple as he nuzzled her face. One of her legs curled up, rubbed the side of his. <p> They kissed, and caressed each other. His erection rubbed her belly and hip, and he enjoyed that, but she - and perforce, he - didn't want to rush. Her hair smelled clean, with a hint of fruit - perhaps apple? The curls tickled his nose. For her part, she ran her hands on his back, and up the side of his leg. <i>I don't have to pretend to like what you're doing</i>, her open mouth said. <p> Surprise lurked in the corner of her eyes, in the edge of her lips, in her hesitant hands. She was amazed at the shallowness of her breath, at the goose-pimples on her skin. Being <i>too</i> aroused was unprofessional; the focus had to be on the client. <p> He smiled and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. <i>I know. It pleases me that you are pleased.</i> <p> Her nearly-invisible blush said, <i>Damn it, I didn't want you to see...</i> <p> It was a weakness, he knew, a personal failing. In its outline, even, an everyday and pedestrian failing. Women found wealthy or powerful men attractive - advantageous, at least - so opportunity was easy to come by. And any class of men who operate on the fringes, shielded from legal oversight, will find it easy to slip from moral oversight as well. An entire branch of spycraft involved managing one's own mistresses while working to suborn those of others. <p> But the reasons for his particular fall from grace were unique. As a professor, the most he'd had to face was an occasional coed attempting to physically pry a better grade from him. He'd gently dissuaded them. In the CIS... analysts were not powerful. Even when Scylla had become a modestly successful security contractor he had never strayed from Portia. Flesh, even beautiful flesh, he could appreciate without having to conquer. <p> No, there was something quite different at the heart of it. It wasn't true that power <i>per se</i> corrupted. It was just that, for any man, there was a sufficient <i>amount</i> of power that would corrupt. And there was a side effect of his paranormality, a consequence no one deduced. The <i>real</i> reason he hired escorts from time to time. An entirely unexpected power he'd discovered that first night, clinging to his wife. <p> He, Thame Panagitis, was the greatest lover in the world. <p> Just a linguistics professor and military historian, really. A quiet man with only a handful of paramours, before. Not ugly, nor out of shape - he made sure his long hours behind a desk were matched by conditioning in the gym - but certainly no dashing figure. Yet, <i>he</i> could bring any woman willing to share his bed to ecstasy. <p> So he just couldn't resist. <p> He <i>knew</i> what each woman enjoyed, or disliked. At least, once the foreplay had begun. Their motions, the sounds they made, their eyes - all made perfectly clear what they wanted. They couldn't conceal the wishes of their hearts from Thame Panagitis. And he could convey - couldn't help <i>but</i> convey - his desires to them. Normally, sex had an element of uncertainty. But not with him. <p> He was no great <i>seducer</i>. Honesty - involuntary honesty, at least - was hardly a recipe for getting women into bed. Cajoling a woman's participation took more time than he generally had to spend, anyway. But he was a mercenary himself. He understood prostitutes. <p> True, he couldn't create attraction out of nothing. There had to be some spark, some glimmer of interest. One outright failure graced his past: a lesbian who'd been shocked that he could see through her act. They'd resolved it amicably; he'd even made sure she was paid. <p> Given just a whiff of smoke to start with, though... like an expert woodsman, he could coax it into a roaring bonfire. Few women could resist being treated <i>precisely</i> how they wished to be treated. This one diffidently, that one forcefully. Being caressed or kissed <i>just so</i>, for <i>exactly</i> long enough. And when a woman <i>knows</i> she's pleasing a man, can <i>sense</i> his excitement as clearly as her own... <p> In engineering, it was called a 'feedback loop'. <p> The time had come for him to slide his hand down, cup a buttock. His tongue became just a little more urgent. Her hand brushed the side of his face. <i>I don't normally like beards. But you... </i>use<i> it...</i> <p> They broke for a moment. He pulled her hips closer. She let out a low moan. <i>You really want</i> me<i>, don't you? You're not imagining someone else...</i> <p> They pulled apart slightly. He allowed his eyes to drift down to her breasts. <i>No, indeed. </i> She ran a hand along his chest. He was far from a muscle man, but relatively little of his body was nonfunctional fat. <p> He let his arm loosen slightly, let her lean back. He brought his lips to her breasts, using his tongue to circle a nipple while his beard and mustache tickled the skin around it. <p> "Uhhh..." she almost grunted. (<i>Now the other one.</i>) As if leading a dance, he guided her onto his lap as he shifted his head. She straddled one of his legs now, and his lower thigh was well-placed to stimulate her vulva when he raised his knee. <p> A minute or two of such diversion, and he backed off for a moment. They were both breathing heavily as her forehead rested on his shoulder. <i>That was wild...</i> <p> She raised her head, looked him in the eye. <i>I think I'd like you inside me now.</i> <p> He paused. With just his eyebrows, he asked, <i>Would you prefer I wear a condom? It wouldn't trouble me much.</i> <p> Just a moment's hesitation as she pondered. <i>Nice to have the choice. But...</i> She came to a decision. <i>...for you, no. I'm covered.</i> <p> She didn't even know herself that she wanted it. Something... pure, honest. Something lovers might do, or at least two people genuinely interested in each other. Not straining for stimulation, for an experience to prod and rouse jaded appetites. Simply a man and a woman, playing the old game together. For fun. <p> So he didn't tickle her rosebud with a finger, didn't bend her legs back, didn't play-bite. Didn't even try to use fingers to press her clitoris. He simply guided her around him onto the bed, let her arrange herself as she chose, and moved to mount her. <p> The tilt of her hips, the curl of her toes - they told him how fast to proceed, and at what angle. <p> She might, out of pride, have withheld her climax. Not allowed him to push her to that point, seeing it as weakness - the kind of weakness no hooker could afford. A John might purchase a lease on her body. So what? Her body was not her sexuality. <p> But she didn't. He simply wished to take pleasure in her pleasure, not count triumph in stealing her self-control. As with anything he conveyed, there could be no mistake. <p> And so, again because it <i>was</i> her choice, she chose to let go. To let him give her that pleasure. <p> He bent low, still moving his hips, and gave her the gentlest of kisses. His hand ran steadily up her flanks, from hips along up near her breasts. <p> She bit her lip. <i>So good, so good...</i> She opened her eyes, looked at his face over her. One hand came up, brushed his cheek. <i>Don't stop...</i> <p> An extra-forceful thrust. <i>I have no wish to.</i> <p> Her hips pushed back at him; she moaned. <i>Now, now...</i> <p> Most of his weight on one elbow, he entwined one hand with hers. <i>Not yet...</i> <p> "Aaaah!" (<i>Oh please...</i>) Her calves rubbed his ass, urging him forward. <p> He nuzzled her ear, still moving his hips. <i>Not quite yet...</i> <p> "Oh! Oh God!" (<i>I can't take it anymore! You have to...</i>) <p> "Rrrruh!" (<i>Now.</i>) He shifted up and forward, just a touch, just enough to give her - and him - extra pressure in the right locations. <p> She screamed as they came, together, both swept away in ecstatic currents echoing back and forth between them. "Oh God! Oh <i>God</i>! Oh, please! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeaaaahhhh!" <p> He savored another of those far-too-rare moments where words matched identically with their subtext. <p> <hr> <p> She curled at his side, one finger tickling his chest hair. She seemed to realize, now, that no words were needed. That her actions themselves said, <i>Thank you.</i> <p> A shift of his head, a gentle sigh. <i>Thank you, too.</i> It wasn't love, could never be love. It wasn't even a relationship. But there was a connection, now, a mutual recognition of humanity. <p> With regret, he let go of her shoulder, slowly but deliberately. <i>I'm afraid I must get back to work.</i> <p> She sat up. <i>I'm disappointed.</i> And she smiled as she stood to look for her clothes. <i>Which is not how I usually feel.</i> <p> His own smile said, <i>I wish we could linger, as well. But I have responsibilities.</i> <p> Candace dressed in relaxed silence. Then her eyes met his, one last time. "Good night." (<i>I'll remember this night the rest of my life.</i>) <p> He nodded, just slightly. "Good night." (<i>So will I.</i>) It wasn't - couldn't be - a lie. <p> She turned and went to the door. After she left, Stephan peered in, checking, one eyebrow raised in silent question. <i>Everything okay?</i> <p> The corners of Thame's mouth quirked up. <i>Yes, yes, all is well. Pay her in full.</i> <p> Stephan nodded and stepped back. The door closed. <p> He took a deep breath. It was late; it might be a good idea to get some sleep. He wanted to be on his game when he met with the potential client tomorrow. A little straightforward corporate espionage could be a refreshing change of pace. <p> It had been the riskiest possible choice. Taking a place at the table himself, joining the game. Gathering sufficient power to mount a credible deterrent, while at the same time becoming useful enough not to be perceived as a threat requiring neutralization. <p> At first it had been a race to find and recruit those special individuals the White Event had... created? Activated? Announced? For a few months, it had been easy. Intelligence types were the most skeptical people on the planet, aways wary of disinformation and hoaxes. <p> But even <i>they</i> could see reality, eventually. By now there was actual competition. They were called 'paranormal resources' or 'exotic assets' or 'extraordinary operatives' - as yet only in classified briefings. <p> Eventually, Thame new, the wider world would discover the Event had inaugurated a new era. Probably soon, something undeniable would happen, in front of cameras. But for now, it was being kept quiet. <p> His wasn't - could never be - a stable situation. He had to strike such a careful balance, juggle so many variables, straddle so many risk/benefit tradeoffs. A constant dance, staying powerful enough to be valuable, <i>and</i> valuable enough to be allowed to be powerful. <p> He'd struck that balance so far. He'd put together a... collection. 'Team' was probably too strong a term. But they worked together effectively enough, and had already accomplished remarkable things. <p> His eye fell on the slim case across the room. A few briefings remained. Finding new paranormals was usually time-sensitive... <p> Sighing, he rose out of the covers, slipped on a robe, and sat at his desk. He unlocked his briefcase and pulled out a classified report. <p> The CIS had been created by, and from, the CIA of the United States. For its first several years, the CIA had actually funded the CIS' payroll. Obviously ties between agencies remained tight. <p> Calling in favors had helped somewhat to convince his friend to pass along the occasional nugget of intel. The bribes had been much more decisive, however. <p> Means were irrelevant; the information was what mattered. This discussion of an escaped paranormal was highly intriguing. The dry language of an agent's transcribed account couldn't hide the fear. Not from Thame, at least. <p> It might be worth trying to recruit this one. Of course, he'd need at least Potiphar along. Probably George and Siegfried too, if the statements here were at all accurate... flipped over a van with his bare hands, had he? <p> </body> </html>

Hallo, da ich immer wenig Zeit habe dauert es manchmal lnger, bis ich ein neues Kapitel dieser Geschichte herausbringe. Es freut mich immer wieder positive und konstruktive Kritik zu erhalten. Fals ihr bestimmte Wnsche habt was alles noch passieren kann, dann schreibt mir einfach ein Mail an: [email protected] Ein Stadtbummel Ich habe das Hotel verlassen und gehe durch die Strassen. Ich folge der Hauptstrae, bis ich an eine groe belebte Querstrae komme. Es sind viele Menschen unterwegs. In der Querstrae sind es weniger Menschen, dafr sind viele Geschfte zu finden. Ich betrachte mir die Schaufenster. Sofort fllt mir auf, das es natrlich keine Damengeschfte sind. Warum auch Frauen tragen ja keinen Sachen. Es gibt einige Schuhgeschfte mit Schuhen fr Frauen. Die Schuhe die dort zu finden sind, sind alles sehr hochhackige Stilettos. Es gibt sogar einige Stiefelartige Schuhe. Diese sind jedoch auch mit sehr hohen Abstzen versehen. Dann sehe ich Geschfte mit Peitschen und Fesselutensilien. Ich gehe in ein solches Geschft und betrachte mir die Waren. Es sind alle mglichen Peitschen zu finden. Schwere, groe, dicke und auch eine wie sie Phyllis benutzt hat. "Mchtest du etwas fr deinen Gebieter kaufen." fragt mich der Verkufer. "Ich wollte mich nur umschauen, Herr." antworte ich. "In Ordnung" der Verkufer widmet sich wieder einem jungen Paar. Ich beobachte das Verkaufsgesprch. Der Mann ist etwa so gro wie ich und hat helle blonde Haare. Die Frau ist genau so gro und hat lange bis zum Po reichende mittelblonde Haare. Sie ist sehr dnn, ihre Brste sind nicht besonders gro. Sie hat ihre Schamhaare fast ganz ausrasiert, es ist nur ein kleiner Strich ber ihrer Votze bergeblieben. "Was schwebt ihnen vor?" fragt der Verkufer. "Ich brauche eine Grundausrstung an Peitschen fr mein Weibchen. Ich habe es vor genau 4 Wochen als Eigentmer bernommen." "Da darf ich noch Gratulieren." "Vielen Dank." "Da werden Sie ihrem Weibchen ja noch einiges bei bringen mssen. Aber wenn Sie es richtig machen, dann ist das kein Problem. Es ist immer wichtig gengend Peitschen im Haus zu haben. Denn Zucht mit der Peitsche ist immer noch die beste Art schnell Fortschritte bei diesen Weibchen zu erreichen." Der Verkufer zeigt dem Mann verschiedene Peitschen und erklrt welche Auswirkungen die einzelnen Stcke haben. Ich beobachte das Weibchen, sie hrt interessiert zu und hlt sich ansonsten absolut im Hintergrund. "Wollen Sie diese einmal ausprobieren?" der Verkufer gibt dem Mann eine kurze mehrgliedrige Lederpeitsche. "Diese Peitsche ist hervorragend geeignet fr unterwegs. Sie ist klein, aber das Weibchen sprt einiges davon." "Sehr gerne. Claudia dreh dich um!" er schaut die Frau an. Diese dreht sich um. "Zeig deinen Arsch." Sie drckt ihren Hintern heraus. "Hnde auf den Kopf." Sie nimmt die Hnde und verschrnkt sie ber ihren Kopf. Zischhhh. Der erste Schlag trifft sie. Es gibt einen knall und die Frau zuckt leicht. "Sehr gute Fhrung, junger Mann. Sie knnen mit dieser Peitsche auch die Votze schlagen. Nur wenn sie sehr krftig mehrfach auf die selbe Stelle schlagen, dann kann die Haut aufplatzen. Aber ansonsten ist sie eine sehr schne, leicht mitnehmbare, Peitsche fr die Zchtigung zwischen durch." "Zeig deine Votze." befiehlt der junge Mann seiner Claudia. Sie dreht sich um und zeigt ihre Votze. Zisch. Der Mann schlgt auf ihre Votze die Frau jammert etwas auf. "Sehr schn diese Peitsche die nehme ich. Darf ich alle ausprobieren, bevor ich sie kaufe." "Aber natrlich." antwortet der Verkufer. Ich verlasse den Laden, meine Gedanken sind wirr. Wir Weibchen sind wirklich Eigentum des Mannes hier auf diesem Planeten. Na ja....Warum nicht, denke ich mir. Ich gehe weiter auf der Strae sind viele Weibchen unterwegs. Sie tragen Taschen mit Einkufen im Prinzip wie auf der Erde, nur sind halt alle Frauen nackt. Es ist ein schner Anblick diese Frauenkrper. Mir gefllt was ich sehe. Alle Frauen die ich bisher gesehen habe, sind schlank und braungebrannt. Ihre Krper sehen durchtrainiert aus. Ich muss an unser Fitnesstraining im Hotel denken, und ich vermute, das alle Weibchen hier auf Geralmond tglich Fitnesstraining machen. Ich gehe weiter die Strae herunter und komme an einem umzunten Platz vorbei. Der Platz ist, wie ich erkennen kann, ein Schulhof. Es sind viele junge Weibchen zu sehen. Ich bleibe stehen und beobachte wieder. Es sind auch 10 etwas ltere Weibchen zu sehen. Die lteren stehen den jungen gegenber in einer Reihe ber die Lnge des Platzes verteilt. Die Mdchen sind ihnen gegenber in versetzten Reihen aufgestellt. "Wir beginnen jetzt mit der Fitnessstunde" ruft eine der Frauen. Und los geht es. Es beginnt mit Dehnbungen und dann werden die Bewegungen immer schneller und krftiger. Es ist ein wirkliches heftiges Fitnesstraining. Nicht so schwer wie das, welches ich heute noch machen muss, aber nichts desto trotz. Noch eine Weile schaue ich zu. Dann reie ich meinen Blick von den nackten Krpern weg. Es ist schn sthetische Krper in Bewegung zu sehen. Ich gehe ein Stck weiter, und gehe um die Ecke des Schulgebudes. Auf dem Parkplatz stehen einige Fahrzeuge, ein Mann kommt aus dem Gebude, ein Weibchen folgt ihm. Er geht zu einem Fahrzeug und dreht sich zu dem Weibchen um. "Deine bungen mit dem jungen Weibchen in Bezug auf die orale Befriedigung sind nicht sehr gut. Bei der Benotung der Prfung heute, konnte ich bei den Weibchen nicht ber ein gerade mal ausreichend hinaus gehen. Ich habe daher entschieden ihnen eine letzte Chance zu geben. Du wirst ab morgen mit den Weibchen 2 Stunden pro Tag ben. In 14 Tagen werde ich erneut eine Prfung durchfhren. Ich erwarte von allen Weibchen eine sehr gute Leistung ansonsten muss ich dich vom Dienst suspendieren lassen. Du wirst selber wohl auch noch ben mssen, damit du mehr beibringen kannst. Ich habe daher im Keller ein Zelle fr dich vorbereiten lassen. Dort wirst du dich gleich beim Hausmeister melden und bis morgen eingeschlossen. Es ist ein Oraldummy von mir programmiert worden. Er wird mit dir solange ben, bis du die entsprechende Leistung erbracht wird. Solltest du morgen zum Schulbeginn nicht die Leistung erbracht haben dann bleibst du fr weitere 72 Stunden in der Zelle. Der Dummy wird von dir dann alle 20 Minuten befriedigt werden mssen. Danach wirst du natrlich suspendiert. Solltest du aber morgen frh die Leistung erbracht haben, ffnet sich die Zellentr automatisch und ich erwarte dich in der Klasse. Hast du alles verstanden?" Das Weibchen verbeugt sich vor dem Mann: "Ja, Herr. Ich habe verstanden und werde gehorchen, Herr". "Sehr schn. Geh jetzt." Der Mann steigt in sein Fahrzeug und verlsst den Platz, das Weibchen geht zurck in das Gebude. Ich bin erregt und wrde gerne dem Weibchen folgen und es beobachten, aber leider traue ich mich nicht ins Gebude zu gehen. Ich lehne mich an die Wand und beginne mich zu streicheln. In Gedanken bin ich das Weibchen, das in einer Zelle eingesperrt ist und den Dummy befriedigen soll. Ich werde immer geiler, je mehr ich mir ausmale. Dann durchzuckt mich ein Orgasmus. Ich beie die Zhne aufeinander um nicht schreien zu mssen. Es tut so gut einen Orgasmus zu haben. Ich fhle mich so frei. Freier als ich auf der Erde je war und das obwohl ich hier keine richtige Freiheit habe und wohl auch haben werde. Nach einer kurzen Weile gehe ich zurck auf die Strae und folge ihr weiter. Es ist einiges auf der Strae los. Mir kommt ein Gruppe von 6 Weibchen entgegen. Sie werden von einem Mann begleitet. Kurz vor mir bleibt der Mann stehen und sieht mich an. Ich senke meine Blick. Die Weibchen haben alle ihre Hochhackigen Schuhe an, der Absatz der Weibchen ist garantiert 10cm hoch die Schuhe sind mit einem Schloss versehen und zur Zeit fest mit dem Fu verbunden. Das jngste Weibchen ist nicht lter als 12. Die lteste ist maximal Mitte 30. Alle haben beringte Brustwarzen und Schamlippen. Die junge hat links und rechts einen Ring in den Schamlippen, eine andere 2 Ringe pro Schamlippe und so weiter bis zur ltesten mit 6 Ringen pro Lippe. Die Scham ist fast vollkommen haarlos, bis auf einen ganz kurzen schmalen Strich direkt senkrecht nach oben oberhalb der Lippen. Die Ringe sind mit einer kleinen Kette untereinander verbunden. Alle Frauen tragen ein Halsband. Die Halsbnder sind untereinander verbunden, so das die Weibchen immer nur gemeinsam gehen knnen oder stehen bleiben mssen. Drei der 6 Frauen sind hoch schwanger. "Du warst aber wohl nicht sehr brav!" sagt der Mann zu mir. "Ich glaube nicht, Herr" antworte ich. "So ergeht es euch auch wenn ihr nicht brav seit!" der Mann sagt es und zeigt auf meine Striemen. "Bisher war ich immer sehr milde mit euch aber in letzter Zeit erlaubt ihr euch zu viel. Ich werde ab nun strengere Seiten auf ziehen. Habt ihr das verstanden?" "Ja, Gebieter!" antworten die sechs Weibchen wie aus einem Mund. "Ich wrde gerne dein Eigentmer sein. Du scheint ein geiles Stck Fleisch zu sein." der Mann geht um mich herum. Ich spre ein erregendes prickeln im Krper als er mich umrundet, mein Krper reagiert so anders seit beginn des Unterrichtes auf der Erde. Ich htte mir nie vorstellen knnen nackt in einer Stadt herumzulaufen, oder mich nackt derartig beschauen zu lassen. Aber hier ist alles anders. Ich bin nackt, und ich muss feststellen ich bin gerne nackt. Ich liebe es die Blicke auf meinem Krper zu spren. Der Mann berhrt mich, ich zucke etwas aber geniee doch die Berhrungen. Seine Hand gleitet ber meinen Striemen. Berhrt meine Titten, massiert sie. Ich beginne zu sthnen seine andere Hand gleitet zu meiner Votze und massiert dort. Ich werde immer erregter. Ein neuer Orgasmus kommt auf mich zugerast. "Neeeeeeeinn" Der Mann hat seine Hnde weg genommen und lsst mich mitten auf der Strae kurz vor einem Orgasmus stehen. Lachend geht er mit seinen Weibchen weiter. Ich greife mir in meine Votze und vollende schnell selbst was der Mann begonnen hat. Es dauert nur wenige Augenblicke und der Orgasmus bricht ber mich herein. Der Orgasmus ist sehr stark und es dauert lange bis ich wieder etwas erkennen kann. Vor mir steht Judith. "Hallo, Sara." Es dauert einen Moment bis ich antworten kann. "Hallo Judith" "Du bist wohl nur noch Geil, oder?" "Ich... Ja.... Ahhh... Ich glaube..." Judith unterbricht mich. "Zerbreche dir deinen Kopf nicht. Es ist so wie es ist, und ich finde du bist eine kleine geile Sau!" Ich sehe sie an. Wie kann Sie so etwas sagen? Was denkt Sie von mir? "Du fragst dich sicher was ich von dir halte? Ich habe dich immer schon fr eine kleine Sau gehalten, und wie man nun erkennen kann habe ich recht." "Das lasse ich mir von dir nicht sagen, du bist selber eine Schlampe", schreie ich sie an. Ich sehe Judith bse an und knalle ihr eine mitten ins Gesicht. "Aua" schreit Judith auf und reibt sich die Wange Ich fasse ihr voll in die Haare und ziehe ihren Kopf zu mir heran. "Ich glaube nicht, das ich mir von dir alles gefallen lassen muss, wenn wir unter uns sind." mit der freien Hand greife ich ihr zwischen die Beine und schiebe einen Finger in ihre Votze. Sie ist schnell nass. Ich reibe immer heftiger und halte dabei ihren Kopf an den Haaren sehr fest. "Au..Bitte lass mich los." "Du Schlampe ich werde dich rannehmen." Mit diesen Worten reibe ich heftig in ihrer Votze. Sie wird immer erregter, es dauert nicht mehr lange und sie bekommt einen Orgasmus. Ich schiebe einen weitere Finger in die Votze und reibe auch den Kitzler. Als sie beginnt zu Zittern und der Orgasmus unmittelbar bevor steht. Reie ich ihren Kopf schmerzvoll nach hinten, reise meine Finger aus ihrer Votze und kneife sie in den Kitzler. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" sie schreit auf und bricht unteren einem Orgasmus zusammen. Ich lasse sie auf den Boden geleiten. Sie zittert am ganzen Krper. Als sie die Augen nach vielen Momenten wieder ffnet, spucke ich ihr ins Gesicht. "Na, wer ist jetzt die Schlampe?" mit dieser Frage lasse ich sie liegen. Weiter geht es mit meiner kleinen Besichtigungstour. Ich folge der Strae es gibt weitere Schuhgeschfte. Ich betrachte mir die Auslagen auch hier sind alle Arten von hochhackigen Schuhen zu finden. Verschiedenste Absatzformen, -hhen. Offene Modelle und geschlossene, auch abschliebare, wie ich sie bei den 6 Frauen eben gesehen habe. Kurze Stiefel bis hohe Schaftstiefel. Ich wrde mir gerne ein paar Schuhe kaufen, ich habe aber kein Geld dabei. "Wie auch, du Dummchen" denke ich mir. Ich bin ja nackt und habe keine Handtasche dabei, und Geld habe ich berhaupt nicht. Ich werde Steve fragen wie das mit dem bezahlen hier sein soll. In Gedanken gehe ich weiter und dann hre ich meinen Namen. Es ruft ein Mann nach mir. Ich drehe mich um und sehe Steve auf mich zukommen. Ich warte auf ihn und als er mich erreicht hat, falle ich vor ihm auf die Knie senke meinen Kopf und ksse seine Schuhe. "Sehr brav." sagt er und ttschelt meinen Kopf. Ich bin stolz auf mich, dabei habe ich alles ganz automatisch gemacht. Erst jetzt merke ich es. "Steh auf und lass uns doch gemeinsam etwas Bummeln". Ich erhebe mich und bin eigentlich davon ausgegangen eine Menschentraube von Gaffern um uns herum zu sehen, doch nichts alles ist normal. Die Menschen gehen an uns vorbei als ob nicht gewesen war. "Ja, gerne" antworte ich Steve. Wir gehen nebeneinander her. "Steve... Gebieter... hh... Gebieter darf ich eine Frage stellen?" "Ja" "Ich wrde gerne wissen, wie ich bezahlen kann, wenn ich etwas kaufen mchte." "Ganz einfach, mein Kleines. Du hast ein Konto auf der Bank. Dein bisheriges Geld wurde dorthin transferiert und steht dir zur Verfgung. Dein zuknftiges Einkommen wird, bis du einen Eigentmer erhltst, von mir verwaltet. Ein kleiner Betrag steht automatisch zu deiner freien Verfgung. Du gehst in ein Geschft und dort kaufst du ein, an der Kasse wird dein Strichcode eingelesen und dort ist alles vermerkt was zur Bezahlung notwendig ist. Natrlich nur wenn dein Freibetrag noch nicht aufgebraucht ist, oder dein Eigentmer dir entsprechende Betrge zu teilt." "Darf ich fragen wie hoch mein Freibetrag ist?" "Der Betrag ist bei deinem Gehalt auf 200 Gera festgelegt worden. Dieser Betrag ist eigentlich sehr grozgig, da du keinerlei Versorgungskosten wie Essen und Trinken davon zu bezahlen hast." "Darf ich noch mehr Fragen?" "Na klar. Ich werde dir alle Fragen beantworten sofern ich kann. Na frag schon!" er streichelt meinen Arm und legt dann seinen Arm um mich. Ich fhle ein Prickeln als er mich in den Arm nimmt. Ich schmiege mich an ihn. Er streichelt mich. Es ist wie bei einem verliebten Paar. "Wie lange bleiben wir im Hotel wohnen?" "Nicht mehr lange, in 3 Tagen wirst du umziehen, in eine kleine Wohnung fr fremde Weibchen ohne Eigentmer." "Was heit das?" "Normalerweise wohnen keine Weibchen alleine, Das hast du in deiner Schulung ja gehrt. Aber wenn Weibchen temporr ohne Eigentmer sind, oder fremd in der Stadt sind, aber lnger bleiben, dann gibt es spezielle Wohnungen fr diese. Deine Wohnung ist ca. 60qm gro. In dem Wohnblock wirst du mit allen anderen Weibchen unserer Firma wohnen, neben einigen fr euch Fremden." "60qm ist aber nicht so klein." "Stimmt, du hast eine Kche, ein Badezimmer, ein Schlafzimmer und ein Wohnzimmer...." "Sind die Wnde durchsichtig wie im Hotel?" "Nein das nicht. Alle Zimmer sind aber Kamera berwacht. Die Aufnahmen knnen natrlich berallhin bertragen werden." "Wer steuert das?" "Das wird ber einen zentralen Computer definiert. Dieser gibt die Aufnahmen an das Fernsehen weiter und dort wird das ganze ausgestrahlt. Es sind immer 80% aller Wohnungen im Fernsehen einsehbar. Welche 80% das sind entscheidet der Computer pro Woche neu." "Ich bin dann berall zu sehen?" "Ja, jeder Winkel der Wohnung ist berwacht. brigens wenn du eine gute Quote erreichst, dann erhltst du Provisionen in Geldform zu deiner absoluten freien Verfgung." Ich fhle mich komisch bei dem Gedanken Hauptdarstellerin einer Peepshow zu werden. "Wann erhalte ich meinen Eigentmer?" "Das wird sich noch zeigen." Wir erreichen einen kleinen Park und Steve geht mit mir zu einer Parkbank wir setzen uns hin und ich lege meinen Kopf an seine Schulter. Ich geniee den Augenblick, ich fhle mich gut und frei. Steve nimmt mich fest in den Arm und streichelt mich. Ich bekomme eine Gnsehaut vor Erregung. "Woher weist du soviel?" "Ich habe in der Schulung viel mitbekommen. Wo ihr herum gezickt habt, haben wir gelernt!" "Ich habe noch mehr fragen, darf ich...?" Steve schaut mich an und gibt mir einen Kuss. Ich bin verdutzt aber geniee seine Lippen auf meinen. Er schiebt seine Zunge in meinen Mund und ich ffne ihn willig. Ich werde Wachs in seinen Armen. Er bricht den Kuss ab. Meine Kopf dreht sich. "Du darfst weiter Fragen egal wie viele du hast. Es ist mir wichtig, das du dich wohl fhlst." "Ich fhle mich gut, Sehr gut sogar." "Dann ist ja gut. Also frage deine Fragen ruhig." "Wo ist meine neue Wohnung?" "Willst du sie sehen?" "Geht das?" "Na klar." Steve steht auf und ich folge seinem Beispiel. Er nimmt mich an die Hand und fhrt mich zurck zur Strae. Dort sucht er uns ein Taxi und schnell hat er eins Gefunden. Die Wohnung "Wohnblock W40" sagt Steve zu dem Taxifahrer. Der Mann schaut in den Rckspiegel und fhrt los. Nach wenigen Minuten hlt der Mann vor einem Hochhaus. "9 Gera" sagt der Mann, Steve gibt ihm einen Schein und verabschiedet sich. Er schiebt mich aus dem Auto und der Taxifahrer fhrt weiter. "Dies ist dein neues Zuhause in wenigen Tagen." Ich schaue mir das Gebude an. Es ist recht schmucklos aber nicht hsslich und sehr neu. Ich sehe zwei Weibchen die Strae herunterkommen, Sie gehen auf das Gebude zu. An der Tr angekommen mssen Sie klingeln. Es dauert einen Moment und die Tr ffnet sich. Die Weibchen gehen hinein. "Da sind wohl zwei deiner Mitbewohnerinnen. Wollen wir reingehen?" "OK" antworte ich kurz. Ich gehen neben Steve auf das Gebude zu. Ich spre ein kribbeln in der Magengegend. Es ist wie als Kind, wenn ich sehr aufgeregt war. Steve klingelt, ein Summen ertnt und wir gehen hinein. Wir gehen ein paar Stufen hoch in die Lobby. Ein korpulenter Mann sitzt dort und sieht uns an. "Sie wnschen?" fragt er. "Guten Tag. Mein Name ist Steve Hall, ich habe hier das Weibchen Sara, sie wird bermorgen hier einziehen und wir wollen uns die Wohnung ansehen." Der Mann beachtet mich gar nicht und schaut nur Steve an. Er nimmt einen Scanner in die Hand. "Markierung!" ruft er. Ich zucke zusammen und beuge meinen Kopf vor und zur Seite. Der Mann erhebt sich etwas und hlt den Scanner auf meinen Strichcode. PEEEP "Aha, da ist sie ja. Wohnung D810. Nehmen Sie den markierten Weg in Richtung D und dort in den 8. Stock." Steve nimmt mich wieder an die Hand und geht los. Ich folge ihm bis zum Aufzug dort angekommen, knnen wir sofort einsteigen. Nach wenigen Sekunden sind wir im 8. Stock angekommen. Ebenso schnell habe wir meine Wohnung gefunden. "Lege deine Hand auf den Scanner!" sagt Steve. Ich folge seiner Anweisung und die Tr ffnet sich. Wir gehen in die Wohnung und ich schaue mich um. Die Wohnung ist gemtlich eingerichtet und vollkommen Mbliert. Ich gehe von Zimmer zu Zimmer. Es gefllt mir was ich sehe. Als ich zurck ins Wohnzimmer komme, ffnet sich die Tr und der Mann aus der Lobby kommt herein. "Hier ist die Hausordnung." Er gibt Steve ein Heft und schaut mich lstern an. Dreht sich um und geht. Steve gibt mir die Hausordnung. "Lies!" Ich setze mich hin und beginne zu lesen. Der Titel heit: Hausordnung fr Wohnungen im "Betreuten Wohnen fr Weibchen" 1. Alle Hausmeister haben permanenten Zugang zu allen Wohnungen. 2. Die Wohnung ist im sauberen Zustand bergeben worden Das Weibchen hat tglich fr Ordnung in der Wohnung zu sorgen. Die Ordnung wird vom Hausmeisterteam kontrolliert. 3. Die Weibchen werden jeden Abend um 22:00 Uhr zur Wohnungskontrolle antreten. Ein langer Signalton bedeutet, das jedes Weibchen sich vor die Wohnungstr zu stellen hat, und dort folgende Haltung einzunehmen: Beine gespreizt, Hnde hinter dem Kopf verschrnkt, Arme nach hinten gedrckt und Brust heraus. Diese Stellung hat das Weibchen solange zu halten, bis einer der Hausmeister zur Kontrolle erscheint. Das Weibchen hat vor der Tr zu warten, bis alle Wohnung der Etage kontrolliert worden sind. Sollte es Beanstandungen geben wird das Weibchen hereingerufen. Danach muss es wieder vor die Tr. Wenn die Kontrollen abgeschlossen sind, mssen die Weibchen die Beanstandungen innerhalb einer vom Hausmeister definierten Zeit erledigen. Danach haben Sie wieder vor der Tr auf den Hausmeister zur Abnahme zu warten. 4. Alle Weibchen des Blocks werden am Turnunterricht in der Sporthalle im Keller mitmachen. Die Zeiten sind bekannt. 5. Den Weibchen steht whrend der Freizeit, die Sporthalle, Sauna und Schwimmbad frei zur Verfgung. 6. Die Weibchen haben sich beim verlassen des Gebudes und betreten des Gebudes beim Hausmeister zu melden. 7. Sollte ein Ausgang vom Hausmeister verweigert werden, hat das Weibchen sich wieder in seine Wohnung zu begeben. 8. Das Weibchen hat den Hausmeistern sexuell immer zur Verfgung zu stehen. 9. Das Weibchen hat sich den Wnschen des Hausmeisters unterzuordnen. 10. Alle Weibchen haben am Sonntag fr jeweils eine Stunde eine Trainingssitzung mit dem Oraldummy. Die Hausmeister verteilen den Stundenplan. 11. Einmal im Monat werden alle Weibchen gynkologisch Untersucht. Die Termine gibt der Hausmeister aus. Die Untersuchung findet im Keller im Gynkologischen Labor statt. Weitere Punkte fr Sklavinnen: 1. Die Sklavin hat immer ein Halsband mit Leine zu tragen. 2. Die Hausmeister sind einem Gebieter gleichgestellt, die Sklavin hat ihnen vollstndig und widerspruchslos zu dienen. 3. Auf Anweisung des Hausmeisters kann der Sklavin das Bett entzogen, und gegen einen Kfig ausgetauscht werden. 4. Der Sklavin knnen permanente Fesselungen angeordnet werden. 5. Die Hausmeister sind berechtigt Sklavinnen einzeln oder zu mehreren, anderen Mnnern fr eine Zeitraum von lngstens 4 Wochen gegen Gebhr zu verleihen. 6. Jedes normale Weibchen kann eine Sklavin gegen eine Gebhr ausleihen. 7. Jede Sklavin erhlt einmal pro Woche eine Zchtigung zur Errinnerung ihrers Status. 8. Die Hausmeister sind berechtigt leichte krperliche Vernderungen an einer Sklavin vorzunehmen. 9. Eine Sklavin hat sich sofort hinzuknien, wenn ein Hausmeister im gleichen Raum ist wie sie selbst ist. 10. Die Sklavin kann whrend des Aufenthaltes in dem Gebude in einen Kfig gesperrt werden. Die Aufenthaltsdauer in Kfig darf ausserbhalb von Bestrafungen lngstens 10 Stunden/Tag dauern. Das Lesen der Hausordnung hat mich trotz allem erregt. Ich spre das meine Votze fast berluft. Ich sehe Steve an und er schaut lchelnd auf mich herunter. Ich spreize meine Beine, damit er meine Geilheit sehen kann. Steve beugt sich herab und sagt zu mir: "Na, bist du kleine Sau etwas geil geworden." "Ja, mein Gebieter. Ich bin geil." antworte ich ihm lstern. "Er nimmt meinen Arm und zieht mich hoch. Dann ksst er mich und ich schliesse meine Arme um seinen Hals und erwiedere innig seinen Kuss. Seine Zunge dringt in meinen Mund ein und ich geniesse jeden Augenblick. Seine Hand gleitet ber meine Titten zu meiner Votze und dort angekommen dringt er mit einem Finger in mich ein. Ich schmelze dahin. Es dauert nicht lange und mein Votzensaft fliesst meine Beine herunter. Er zieht seinen Finger aus mir heraus. Ich sthne und versuche mit meinem Krper seinem Finger zu folgen. Er nimmt meine Hand und geht mit mir auf den Balkon. dort schiebt er mich an Gelnder und ich sehe auf die Strasse herunter. Er ffnet seine Hose und holt seinen steifen Schwanz heraus und dringt in mich ein. Er hat kein Problem vollstndig in mich hineinzugleiten, da ich klatsch nass bin. Er beginnt mich zu ficken. Mit krftigen Stssen schiebt er seinen Schwanz in mich hinein und einen Moment spter fast vollstndig heraus zu ziehen. Es ist ein super Rhytmus, den er an den Tag legt. Ich sthne mit jeder Bewegung seinen Schwanzes. Es tut so gut einen Schwanz in sich zu haben. Ich bin noch nie so oft so geil gewesen wie hier auf diesem Planeten. Ich bin froh und glcklich hier zu sein, und nackt zu sein ist im Moment auch kein Problem. "Jaaaa... Fick mich... Bitte hrter" Steve lsst sich nicht lange bitten und stsst krftiger in mich hinein. Sein Becken knalt laut immer wieder auf meinen Arsch. Er geht so gut mit seinem Schwanz um langsam zieht er ihn hinaus um in dann schnell und krftig in mich hinein zu stossen. "Ahhhh...Uhhhhh...Jaaaa...." Ich sthne immer lauter. Auf der Strasse sind einige Menschen unterwegs ich wnsche mir nichts mehr, als sie auf mich aufmerksam zu machen, der Gedanke das jemand mich so sieht erregt mich sehr. "JAAAAAAAAAAA" ich schreie laut auf. Das hat den gewnschten Erfolg einige schauen nach oben und ich lasse meine Titten ber die Brstung baumeln und sthne noch mehr. "Ja schaut her zu mir. Ich Sau lass mich vor euren Augen ficken." denke ich mir. Steve knallt seine Hand immer wieder auf meine Arsch. Mit der anderen greift er nach meinen Titten und knettet sie durch. "Ahhhhh...JAAAA,... AAAAAHHHHHH" Ich bekommen einen Orgasmus ich erzittere am ganzen Krper und meine Augen werden nass. Ich kann nichts mehr erkennen. Ich schreie laut::"JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" und Steve fickt mich immer noch im Rhytmus. "Ohhh.... jaaaa...mach mich fertig..." sthne ich. Steve beschleunigt seinen Rhytmus und knetet jetzt mit beiden Hnden meine Titten. Er zieht an meinen Nippeln und der schmerz durhczuckt mich und ich schreie meinen zweiten Orgasmus heraus. Steve reit seinen Schwanz aus meiner Votze dreht mich herum und ich sinke automatisch vor ihm auf die Knie. Er spritzt in meinen weit geffneten Mund und ich schlucke sein Sperma herunter. Dann nehme ich seinen Schwanz in den Mund, sauge die letten Reste heraus und lecke ihn sauber. "Danke, mein Gebieter." Ich lege meine Kopf glcklich an seinen Schwanz und er streichelt meinen Kopf. Ich geniesse den Moment und nach einer ganzen Weile zieht mich Steve auf die Fsse. "Wir mssen wieder zurck ins Hotel du hast bald deine Fitnessstunde." Steve zieht sich wieder an und ich folge ihm zurck in die Lobby. Die Hausordnung nehme ich mit. "Na, die kleine ist gutes Fickfleisch!" sagt der Hausmeister zu Steve. "Ja, das ist sie und noch mehr...." antwortet Steve lchelnd. "Wann zieht die bei uns ein?" "In sptestents 3 Tagen." "Sehr schn, das ist eine Sklavin, wenn ich mich richtig errinere!" "Stimmt. Sie ist eine Sklavin" "Dann freue ich mich schon auf das geile Stck" "Ich wnsche schon jetzt viel Spa." Ich wre wohl noch vor wenigen Tage furchtbar ausgeflippt bei solch einen Gesprch ber mich oder gar ber eine andere Frau. Aber jetzt werde ich nur wieder geil davon. Es gefllt mir, nur ein Objekt zu sein. Wir fahren zurck zum Hotel. Im Hotel angekommen habe ich nur noch wenige Minuten Zeit, um in die Sporthalle zu gehen. Ich verabschiede mich von Steve und er geht in die Hotelbar, dort sitzen drei nackte Frauen und spielen klassische Musik. Schnell hechte ich die Treppen nach oben zum Trainingsraum und erreiche ihn genau zum vereinbarten Zeitpunkt. Alle anderen sind schon da. "Hallo, schn das du auch noch kommst." ruft die Trainerin mir entgegen. "Du wirst jetzt 10 Runden um die Halle laufen und dann bei uns mitmachen." Ich traue mich nicht etwas zu erwiedern und beginne meine Strafrunden zu laufen. Die anderen Weibchen beginnen mit dem Aufwrmtraining. Als ich nach einer ganzen Weile meine Runden keuchend geschaft habe, muss ich den Rest der Stunde im Training mitmachen. Das gesamte Training ist wieder sehr anstrengend aber es tut unseren Krpern gut. Ich habe kein einziges Weibchen gesehen, das etwas zuviel Fett am Krper hatte, auch die Mnner sind meist nicht bergewichtig, sondern durchtrainiert. Ich muss an meine Schwester denken, die kleine ist ganz verckt nach Sport, und das Training wre genau das richtige fr sie, da wrde ich jede Wette annehmen. Am Ende des Trainings bin ich mit der Welt fertig und lasse meinen Krper mit einer Massage verwhnen und gehe anschliessend in die Sauna. Nach 2 Stunden geht es mir wieder besser. Als ich in meinem Zimmer wieder bin, meldet sich der Computer und befiehlt mir meine Mahlzeit mittels des in der Wand integrierten Dildos einzunehmen. Ich knie mich vor de Stelle in der Wand und warte einen Moment bis der Dildo voll ausgefahren ist. Ich beginne zu saugen und als der Dildo steif geworden ist beginnt die Nahrung zu fliessen. Ich fhle mich gut bei dieser Art der Nahrungsaufnahme und ich finde die Idee sehr erregend. Ich muss zugeben, die Dinge dies es hier gibt sind einfach surreal. Es klopft an meiner Tr. Ich stehe auf und ffne die Tr. Wanda steht vor mir. "Darf ich reinkommen?" "Ja, aber sicher." antworte ich. Und gebe den Weg frei. Sie kommt herein. Sieht sich in meinem Zimmer um und setzt sich auf das Bett. Ich schliesse die Tr und folge ihr. "Ich sehe du hast einiges erlebt." Sie zeigt auf meine Spuren der Zchtigungen die ich erhalten habe. "Tut es weh?" "Nein!" antworte ich ihr. "Jetzt nicht mehr. Aber es gefllt mir Schmerzen zu erhalten." Ich habe das frei herausgesagt, weil es die Wahrheit ist und ich habe berhaupt nicht darber nachgedacht bevor ich es ausgesprochen habe. Wanda lchelt mich an. "Du bist schon eine...." Sie vollendet ihren Satz nicht. Ich setze mich neben sie hin. Doch kaum berhrt mein Hintern das Bett, spre ich einen straken Schmerz und springe wieder auf. Wanda schaut mich fragend an. Ich versuche mich wieder zu setzen und wieder spre ich die Schmerzen. "Was ist mit dir?" fragt Wanda besorgt. "Ich kann mich nicht setzen." "Wie?" "Ich erhalte Schmerzen wenn ich mich Versuche zu setzen." "Darfst du nie sitzen?" "Nein. Wenn ich alleine bin dann nie.... Ah...." Ich habe verstanden. Ich gehe vor Wanda auf die Knie und spreize meine Beine wie ich es gelernt habe. Sofort spre ich ein wohliges Gefhl in meiner Votze. Wanda schaut auf mich herab. "Ich darf in gegenwart einer anderen Person nur vor dieser Knien." erklre ich ihr. "Intressant... Du bist also eine volle Sklavin hier?" "Ja, bin ich. Ich bin hier um zu dienen." "Jedem...?" fragt Wanda unschlssig. "Ich glaube ja. Aber ich weiss es nicht. Ich gehre zur Zeit Steve und er muss das entscheiden." "Weist du das ich dich begehre?" fragt Wanda "Was meinst du?" Ich bin mir nicht sicher was sie meint oder bin ich mir doch sicher. "Ich habe eben Steve getroffen. Wir haben uns etwas Unterhalten und wir kamen auf dich zu Sprechen und er hat mich dabei durchschaut und deshalb bin ich jetzt hier" Ich sehe sie nur an und warte ab. "Ich mchte das du mich verwhnst." Ich sehe sie nur an und warte immer noch. "Was ist...?" fragt Wanda nervs. "War das ein Befehl?" frage ich sie. "Du brauchst das? OK!! Ich befehle dir mich zu verwhnen." Ich berhre ihre Schenkel und streichle sie, langsam gleiten meine Finger nach oben. Da auch sie nackt ist, ist es ein leichtes ihre Beine gnzlich zu streicheln. Ich vermeide ihre Scheide zu berhren und streichel sie sanft. Kreisend streichel ich die Oberschenkel. Meine Fingerspitzen sind in der nhe ihrer ffnung, ich berhe leicht ihre Schamhaare. Dann entferne ich mich wieder leicht um dann wieder langsam vorzugehen. Ich merke wie sie immer Erregter wird. Sie beginnt zu sthnen und meine Hnde gleiten wieder zu ihrer Scheide. Ganz langsam beginnen ich damit die Scheidengegend in die rotierenden Bewegungen einzubeziehen, ohne jedoch ihre Lippen zu berhren. Ihr sthnen wird lauter und heftiger. Sie schliesst ihre Augen und ich stosse sie auf Bed. Meine Finger nhern sich den Schamlippen und dann ist es so weit. Ich errreichte ihre usseren Schamlippen und streichel sie der lnge nach. Ihr sthnen wird lauter und nach einer Weile ziehe ich ihre Schamlippen auseinander und erreiche so ihre versteckten inneren Schamlippen. Bei diesen Berhrungen zuckt sie leicht zusammen und ich streichel beide Schamlippen. Dann ziehe ich ihre inneren Lippen auseinander und lege den Kitzler frei, der vor Erregung aus seinem versteck hervorlugt. Mein Mund nhert sich ihrem Kitzler und meine Zunge berhrt den Kitzler nur leicht. "Ahhhhhhhhhh" schreit Wanda und explodiert in einem Orgasmus. Ich nutze die Gelegenheit und Umschliesse mit meinen Mund ihre Scheide. Ihr Saft luft in meinem Mund ich trinke ihren Necktar. Dann lecke ich sie mit voller Inbrunst. Kaum ist der erste Orgasmus abgeebt, fliegt sie schon auf den nchsten zu. Sie scheint vollkommen ausgehungert zu sein, so schnell reagiert sie. Ich nehme meine Hnde und knete leicht ihre Brste und zupfe an ihren Nippeln. Jedes zupfen wird mit einem freudigen Juchzer quittiert. Auch ich geniesse es sie zu verwhnen ihre Sfte fliessen und ich geniesse jeden Schluck. Sie schmeckt einfach richtig lecker. Als ihre Orgasmen langsam abebben lege ich mich neben Sie und ksse sie inbrnstig. Sie schlingt ihre Arme um mich und ksst mich heftig zurck. Wir bleiben verschlungen liegen und streicheln und kssen uns. Keine sagt ein Wort. Wir beide geniessen den Augenblick und dann sind wir eingeschlafen. Der nchste Tag Ich wache durch ein Bewegung neben mir auf. Es ist Wanda. Sie gibt mir einen Kuss. "Danke mein Schatz. Ich liebe dich.." sie steht auf und, bevor ich etwas sagen kann, verlsst sie mein Zimmer. Etwas durcheinander ber ihren letzten Satz gehe ich ins Badezimmer um das tgliche Waschungsritual durchzufhren. Einseifen, Einwircken lassen, Abduschen. Danach innere Reinigung meiner ffnungen. Schminken, Haare machen und... fertig anziehen fllt ja aus. Inzwischen kann ich mir fast garnicht mehr vorstellen Sachen ber meinen Krper zu ziehen. Ich bin fast stndig geil, seit ich nackt herumlaufe. Dann bin ich fertig und verlasse mein Zimmer zum Frhstck. Ich gehe den Gang entlang, gerade als Anke und Elke aus dem Zimmer, das sie mit ihrer Mutter bewohnen. "Hallo ihr beiden." grsse ich sie. "Hallo Sara" antworten beide wie aus einem Mund Beide Mdchen haben Wasserstoff blonde Haare, sie sind vollstndig gebleicht worden, selbst die Augenbrauen sind stroh Blond. Ihre Schamhaare sind bis auf einen kleinen Strich, der auch blond ist, vollstndig entfernt. "Ihr seht aber verndert aus." bemerke ich. "Ja, unser Vater hat dies so gewnscht und wir sind dann gestern entsprechend verndert worden. Unsere Mutter wird zur Zeit noch behandelt." "Was passiert denn mit ihr?" frage ich schnell heraus. "Wir wissen nicht alles, aber unser Vater sagte etwas ber Plastische vernderungen, Piercings und Ttowierungen. Sie soll morgen, oder so, wieder bei uns sein." "Anke, Elke was macht ihr, wenn wir alle in der Firma arbeiten gehen?", frage ich "Ich habe heute meinen ersten Schultag." antwortet Anke. "Und ich ab morgen." antwortet Elke. "Da bist du wohl gespannt was dort wohl alles so passiert?" Sie schaut mich an und antwortet: "Na ja... Ich bin etwas nervs. Ich weiss nur das Jens und Charles in die selbe Schule gehen." "Wer bringt dich hin?" "Ich weis es noch nicht!" Wir gehen schweigend zum Aufzug und gelangen in die Lobby und ins Restaurant zum Frhstcken. Am Eingang steht die selbe Frau wie gestern. Elke wird gescannt und in den Teil fr die Weibchen verweisen, ebenso Anke. Als ich dran bin zeige ich meine Markierung und hhre das schon bekannte Piepsen. "Sklavinnen in die blaue Zone." Ebenso wie gestern gibt sie mir einen Schlag auf den Hintern. Ich gehe an das Bffet. Dieses mal gibt es verschiedene Sachen zur Auswahl. Nicht zu viel aber doch mehr als gestern. Ich nehme mir etwas was mir appetitlich auszusehen scheint. Danach suche ich mir einen freien Tisch und setze mich auf den Stuhl mit dem Dildo. Als mein Hintern den Stuhl berhrt beginnt der Vibrator zur Arbeiten und ich beginne zu essen. Es schmeckt mir kstlich, ich spre den Rausch der Glcksgefhle in meinem Krper. Ich kann mir garnicht mehr anders vorstellen, als eine Mahlzeit mit diesen berauschenden Gefhlen zu geniessen. Langsam und genusvoll esse ich. Steve erscheint an meinem Tisch. Schnell knie ich mich neben meinen Stuhl und begrsse ihn. "Guten Morgen, mein Herr und Gebieter." sage ich und ksse seine Schuhe. "Hallo Sara. Ich habe dir einen Proteintrunk bestellt. Wenn du fertig bist mit dem Essen meldest du dich am Empfang. Dort erwarten dich weitere Anweisungen." Mit dieser kurzen Ansprache dreht er sich auf dem Absatz herum und geht. Ich bleibe noch eine Weile knien bis ich mich wieder setze. Da erhalte ich auch schon das Getrnk. Ich nehme das Glas, es ist eine milchige Flssigkeit und Handwarm. Ich nehme einen Schluck und merke das es Sperma ist. Ich nehme einen weiteren Schluck und spre ein wahnsinniges Kribbeln zwischen meinen Beinen. Ich leere das Glas vollstndig. Der Geschmack des Sperma entpricht genau dem von Steve aber die Menge von 0,3 Litern kann nicht von ihm stammen. Ich wundere mich woher das ganze Sperma kommt. Ich mache mir eine Gedankennotiz Steve zu fragen, wenn es sich ergibt. Ich sehe zum Eingang, es gehen Mnner und Weibchen ein und aus. Die meisten als Prchen, einige Mnner alleine und wenige Weibchen alleine. Dann sehe ich Maria. Sie wird gescannt, erhlt einen klaps auf den Po und kommt auf mich zu. Dann steht sie vor mir. "Hallo Maria" sage ich zu ihr. "Hallo Sara. Darf ich mich zu dir setzen?" fragt sie leise. "Ja, aber natrlich!" antworte ich ihr freundlich und lchle sie an. Sie geht schnell zu Bffett und kommt zurck. Sie stellt ihren Teller auf den Tisch, kniet sich neben den Stuhl und lsst den Dildo in ihren Mund gleiten. Danach setzt sie sich auf den Stuhl, langsam lsst sie den Dildo in ihre Scheide gleiten. Nach einer Weile sitzt sie. Ich frage sie: "Wie geht es dir?" "Danke. Es geht mir gut. Ich mchte mich fr mein Verhalten von gestern Entschuldigen." "Das brauchst du doch nicht..." "Doch, mein Gebieter hat es mir befohlen!" unterbricht sie mich. "Aber..." Wieder unterbricht sie mich. "Ich bin nur eine Sklavin und eine Anfngerin. Deshalb, hat mir mein Gebieter gesagt, stehe ich auf der Rangliste ganz unten selbst unter dir, und du stehst schon ziemlich weit unten als extrem Sklavin." Mir viel im Moment nichts ein. Ich bin eine extrem Sklavin und in der Rangliste ziemlich weit unten?! Ich wiederhole ihren Satz in Gedanken. "Es ist meine Pflicht mich bei dir fr die unwrdige Scene zu entschuldigen. Ich bitte untertnigst um Vergebung. Bitte..." sie schaut mich an "Ich vergebe dir" antworte ich. "Danke." Sie beginnt zu essen und wir wechseln eine Zeitlang keine weiteren Worte. Dann sehe ich ihren Chef kommen. Als er neben ihr steht sieht sie in auch. Sie springt auf und fllt vor ihm auf die Knie und leckt seine Schuhe regelrecht ab. "Mein Gebieter, diese unterwrfige Sklavin grsst euch. Die Sklavin erwartet ihre Befehle." Der Chef grinst mich an auch ich habe mich automatisch hingekniet. "Du erhlst jetzt deinen Morgentrunk." er zieht sie an den Haaren hoch und ffnet mit der anderen Hand seine Hose. Sie nimmt seinen Schwanz und schiebt ihn in ihren Mund und dann sehe ich wie sie schlucken muss. Er pisst ihr in den Mund. Kein Tropfen verlsst ihren Mund. Sie schluckt alles herunter. Der Chef zieht seinen Schwanz heraus und stopft ihn zurck in seine Hose. "Vielen Dank das diese Sklavin solch ein vorzgliches Getrnk haben durfte." bedankt sie sich. Der Chef ttschelt ihren Kopf und geht. Wir setzen uns beide wieder hin und essen weiter. Ich brachte sie. Was fr eine Vernderung gestern noch die Rebellin und heute lammfrom. Sie schaut auf und sagt: "Dies ist die Sklavin des Gebieters." "Er verbietet dir in der ich Form zu sprechen?" "Ja, ich habe.... Diese unterwrfige Sklavin ist keine Person sondern nur ein Objekt, daher gibt es das Wort 'ich' nicht mehr fr die Sklavin." "Warum hast du es eben benutzt?" Sie schaut mich entsetzt an und fllt vor mir auf die Knie und ksst meine Fsse. "Dieser unterwrfigen Sklavin tut es leid, bitte erzhlt es nicht dem Gebieter dieser Skalvin, er wrde sie bestrafen. Diese Sklavin tut alles fr Sie. Diese Sklavin fleht Sie an." Sie sieht mich mit Trnen in den Augen an und faltet bittend die Hnde. "Ich werde nichts erzhlen. Bitte steh auf, es ist mir peinlich..." Maria steht auf und setzt sich wieder auf den Stuhl. "Die Sklavin bedankt sich." Ich esse zu Ende. "Ich muss jetzt los. Sehen wir uns noch heute wieder?" frage ich Maria "Diese Sklavin hofft es. Der Gebieter und die Sklavin hat heute noch einen Geschftstermin. Darf die Sklavin dich anrufen?" "Ja, du darfst mich anrufen." Ich gehe aus dem Speisesaal raus und wie befohlen zum Empfang. Diese Geschichte darf ungekrzt und unverndert, aber immer unter Angabe meines Namens, weitergegeben und verffentlicht werden. Ich bitte um eine kurze Angabe wo ihr es verffentlicht. Bei Wnschen, Anregungen oder auch Kritik, bitte ein Mail an: [email protected]

<!doctype html public "-//w3c//dtd html 4.0 transitional//en"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> <meta name="Author" content="Harry"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Mozilla/4.7 [en] (WinNT; U) [Netscape]"> <title>Veronica01</title> </head> <body text="#330000" bgcolor="#FFFFCC" link="#0000EE" vlink="#551A8B" alink="#FF0000"> <font size=+2>VERONICA AND THE DEADLY SIN OF AVARICE</font> <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<font face="OldEnglish"></font> <p><font face="OldEnglish">"Now is it bihovely thyng to telle whiche been the sevene deedly synnes, this is to seyn, chiefaynes of synnes. Alle they renne in o lees, but in diverse manneres. Now been they cleped chieftaynes, for as muche as they been chief and spryng of alle othere synnes."</font> <br>&nbsp;(Chaucer) <br>&nbsp; <p><b>We deal,&nbsp; in this profoundly moral tale, with the sin of Avarice. (Moral or not, clothes will be shed, eager young bodies will be passionately fondled, tongue will seek out dripping probing tongue and silky smooth SKIN will be exposed to view.)</b><b></b> <p><b>============================================================================</b><b></b> <p><b>PART THE FIRST</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>Veronica Harmsworth&nbsp; was not as happy as she would wish. She had a two bedroom flat in Hampstead High Street, the result of a legacy consequent upon the death of a rich aunt, and&nbsp; a good job in the City. BUT. Times were hard nowadays. Working in the Square Mile was rather like being in the trenches on the Western Front. People all round her were falling. Of course, they did not die when they fell - merely collected handsome redundancy packages, but it was still a sort of death.&nbsp; Her own time might come sooner than she thought.</b><b></b> <p><b>A year ago her life had been hectic but carefree, a daily round of frenzied dealing and lunchtime and evening conviviality. Now it was different. There was less to do, but no one wanted to look idle. Liquid lunches had been eschewed and all stayed late at the office, despite having so little to do. It was not a nice life. How she longed to be out of it all!</b><b></b> <p><b>That was why the little notice in the local free newspaper caught her eye.&nbsp; Independence! Freedom! No more nine-to-five! Be a millionaire/ess!</b><b></b> <p><b>There was a telephone number to ring. Veronica picked up the phone and keyed in the number. Engaged. Well, it bloody would be, wouldnt it! She tried three more times with the same result. Oh, well! Probably a hoax anyway! One more go! Brr Brrrng Brrrng Hello, how can I help?</b><b></b> <p><b>Oh! Veronica had hardly expected to be successful and was temporarily at a loss.</b><b></b> <p><b>Im phoning about the ad in the Camden News. About being a millionairess! I think it might suit me, actually! I suppose its all a joke, but Im so bloody fed up with life right now, Im game for anything!</b><b></b> <p><b>&nbsp;Game for anything, eh? replied the thin reedy voice on the other end of the line. It was the kind of antediluvian tone that could be coming from another age.</b><b></b> <p><b>Well - Ive spoken to a few people already, but I didnt much like the sound of any of them. You sound like a breath of fresh air. Half of those other buggers were bloody foreigners - cheeky sods! May I have your address and phone number? Ill be in touch in the next few days.</b><b></b> <p><b>She did as the old gentleman requested, giving him her details, and replaced the telephone, her heart aflutter with a strange excitement. She told herself it was all nonsense. But there was something in the back of her mind that KNEW she was on the brink of opportunity and great adventure.</b><b></b> <p><b>She looked at her antique grandfather clock. It was ten-thirty. Time for a quick one at the Flask. She pulled on a sweater. It was early in the month of April and the evenings were still a little on the chilly side. In a few minutes she was at her destination.</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>She pushed her way through the door of her favourite pub. Somehow, as she looked around the familiar bar, the place seemed pregnant with life. The very smoke-filled air around her reeked not only of stale beer and tobacco, but of adventure. Even the ever drunken and ever aggressive Bertha, that raddled blonde with the chip on her shoulder, was unable to jolt her out of the euphoria which she had experienced ever since speaking to the old man on the phone.</b><b></b> <p><b>As luck would have it, there were none of her usual friends here tonight. She took her drink over to the large round table in the corner and a man asked politely if he might join her. She smilingly assented and he sat in one corner, immediately taking out a book, into which he buried himself, leaving Veronica alone with her thoughts.</b><b></b> <p><b>Of course this thing was just a hoax of some kind! People just dont go around handing out&nbsp; one million pounds to perfect strangers. She had met a few millionaires in her time and they were as tight-fisted a bunch of skinflints as ever walked the earth! Of course, there were exceptions to every rule. Maybe someone with more money than he/she knew what to do with,&nbsp; or someone with a stricken conscience was finding a way to do a bit of good to someone.</b><b></b> <p><b>As she continued to muse about the future, she noticed that the man opposite was casting surreptitious glances at her. She began to feel awkward,&nbsp; finished her drink and left, noting that the fellow had returned to his book. Funny. She hadnt seen him before and at this time of night, most of the customers were regulars.</b><b></b> <p><b>That night she was tormented by strange dreams. In one of them, she found herself in the middle of a huge field and running&nbsp; for her life to escape from mortal danger.&nbsp; If only she could reach the fence and jump over in time she might escape, but fast as she ran, the sound of pursuit grew louder and the refuge seemed to be no closer. When she woke up she was sweating and the bedclothes had fallen in a heap onto the floor. She had&nbsp; awakened late and would have to forgo her morning jog. This put her in a bad mood for the day.</b><b></b> <p><b>As her day wore on, events did nothing to improve her spirits. Work was as flat as ever. Business was dead as the dodo and she knew that she would be sitting around trying to look busy for very little longer. Almost certainly she would figure in the next round of redundancies and the soul destroying task of finding another, and almost certainly less remunerative,&nbsp; job would begin.</b><b></b> <p><b>When she returned home, there was a letter waiting for her. She did not recognise the writing and opened it wondering who it was from. It was on Savoy Hotel notepaper. After reading the first few words, she had to sit down.&nbsp; It was from the mysterious would-be benefactor!</b><b></b> <p><b>&nbsp;Dear Miss Harmsworth it started. With regard to my recent advertisement and your kind expression of interest, I wonder if you would be good enough to visit me at the above address on Wednesday week. I look forward greatly to meeting you.</b><b></b> <p><b>Yours sincerely,</b><b></b> <p><b>Andrew Vane-Clatworthy.</b><b></b> <p><b>Andrew Vane-Clatworthy! Veronica knew all about him! Did she ever know all about him! The grandson of a Victorian entrepreneur who had turned on its head the old dictum about rags to riches to rags in three generations!&nbsp; He had come into control of the family businesses in his twenties and massively increased their turnover. Golly! He must be pretty ancient by now! Hadnt been seen in public for years, but was still rumoured to control his multifarious business empire with a rod of iron! And HE was the man who was giving away money by the million! Wonders never cease!</b><b></b> <p><b>She got onto the phone immediately to James Clarkson, a contact of hers, reputed to have forgotten more about the world of business and finance than any ten others knew between them. Thank goodness he was in tonight!</b><b></b> <p><b>Hi,&nbsp; there James, Veronica here!.Yes I know its been a long timewe really must get together sometime. Left it too long. Actually I had a reason for phoning (when did she ever NOT have a hard practical reason for phoning her friends!). Its about Andrew V-Clatworthy. Whats he been up to lately and what sort of a guy is he? I know hes a legend, but a recluse. Anything you could tell me to put flesh on the bones, so to speak? It really would be appreciated old sport!</b><b></b> <p><b>Several minutes later she put down the phone, very little the wiser than when she had picked it up. The old man had been rumoured to be in poor health and depressed that he had no suitable heir to pass his empire on to after his death. It seemed that one of the largest major concerns to be in family hands would soon pass into the control of the faceless men. But - added James, he was not thought to be about to pop off just yet! One thing did worry her. Although par excellence a man of his word who had never been known to go back on any agreement whether written or verbal, he was thought to have a mischievous and almost sadistic streak in him, showing itself in a love of practical joking. Just what I thought, mused Veronica.</b><b></b> <p><b>Five days remained before her appointment. She tried to contain her impatience and concentrate on the ever more dreary round of work and leisure, aching to know how her meeting would turn out.</b><b></b> <p><b>PART THE SECOND</b><b></b> <p><b>At long last Wednesday dawned and Veronica was standing in the foyer of the Savoy Hotel. A flunkey appeared and escorted her to Vane-Clatworthys suite. He ushered her in and left, closing the door silently behind him.&nbsp; The old man was sitting in a very comfortable looking armchair and motioned Veronica to sit opposite him on a&nbsp; rather less comfortable chair.</b><b></b> <p><b>A young woman like you doesnt need too much ease, not like arthritic old me! he chuckled wheezily.</b><b></b> <p><b>She looked at this living legend closely, although at the same time trying not to stare rudely. She was a good mannered girl - always had been. He was certainly old and she could see that his reference to arthritis was no passing quip. The poor man was obviously crippled by this most distressing of maladies.&nbsp; But, old and infirm though he was, there was nothing feeble about the way he looked at her out of those pale blue eyes. He was obviously a&nbsp; man who missed nothing and was used to being obeyed. He motioned again,&nbsp; this time towards a drinks cabinet, and she saw again how terribly deformed his fingers were.</b><b></b> <p><b>Get us both a drink, my dear. If you wouldnt mind, that is. Its such a devil of an effort to move an inch some days. Sorry not to be doing my duty as a host!</b><b></b> <p><b>Veronica murmured that she was delighted to help and did as requested. The old financier opted for a gin and tonic and Veronica for a mineral water. She was not a great imbiber, and despite her necessary conviviality, she never indulged in the way so many of her male (and female) colleagues were wont to do.</b><b></b> <p><b>She sat down again, sipping occasionally and waited for him to come to the point. This he did with no further ado.</b><b></b> <p><b>Well, young lady. I am a busy man and you are a busy woman. I am willing to give you the sum of one million pounds on condition you perform a series of tasks for me a week from today. I will send you instructions in good time. I never go back on a bargain and I think I can say the same of you. Straight as a die - saw it the minute you walked through the door. Shake hands and well meet again after your task is done.&nbsp; Remember to make the whole day free a week from now!</b><b></b> <p><b>Veronica grasped his deformed hand as gently as she could by way of sealing their bargain and her strange host rang a bell by his side. She soon found herself back in the Strand, at last believing that a fortune was soon to be hers!&nbsp; One worry at the back of her mind was about the nature of the tasks she would be asked to perform. She hoped they would not be too hard, but she was a resourceful young lady and felt quietly confident, if slightly nervous.</b><b></b> <p><b>She went back to work and applied herself to her duties, with half her mind on the future. Soon she would be leaving all the uncertainties of this world of economic down-turn and redundancy threats. What would she do with the money? She would certainly not be content with investing it and living on the interest. Not likely! This would be the springboard to some kind of business enterprise of her own! She spent the six days before her appointment with destiny going over a variety of options. On the whole she was inclined to leave England and invest in some kind of tourist/leisure enterprise in Spain or Portugal. The fact that she had a task to perform before all this could be realised was increasingly irrelevant as far as she was concerned. She would be up to whatever he wanted her to do!</b><b></b> <p><b>PART THE SECOND</b><b></b> <p><b>And finally, the great day was here! She woke that morning feeling sick with fear. What if she blew it and ended up at the end of the day in the same hole as at the beginning? She was shaking so much that it took her twice as long to get ready as usual. She decided not to go for customary morning exercise run today. Her instructions might arrive while she was still out of the flat.</b><b></b> <p><b>At six - fifteen the doorbell rang. She answered the bell and was handed a package by a uniformed representative of one of the more superior kind of delivery firm. She had&nbsp; to sign for the package. She took the parcel inside and opened it. Inside there was a letter which she opened and read. The rest of the package consisted of shoes and clothes and one small packet. The letter told her that she was to dress in these clothes and no other.</b><b></b> <p><b>SO! Off came the clothes she had so recently put on. Off came the tights and the smart business suit and the sensible shoes and even more sensible underwear. On went the most awful clothes she had ever worn in her life!</b><b></b> <p><b>Instead of ordinary underwear, nice navy blue comfortable passion killers, she was supposed to don some form of swimwear. Totally unlike any swimming costume she had ever worn before! Usually she favoured one-piece swimsuits,&nbsp; of a conservative cut,&nbsp; which failed to accentuate those fine thighs of hers - or any other of her not inconsiderable charms. This two piece bit of exiguousness was something she would not as a rule be seen dead wearing! The top was not too bad, although it did fail to cover her breasts in the way she would have liked and in some mysterious way accentuated her cleavage in a manner completely new to her. None of her previous clothes had ever done this for her!</b><b></b> <p><b>Her twin mammary glories were more glorious than she could ever remember them as she contemplated the effect in her bathroom mirror. The two bosoms seemed about to burst out of the restraining fabric at any second and as she moved she saw them almost ripple. How could she go out like that? Looking like a tart?</b><b></b> <p><b>It seemed that her day was about to include a visit to some swimming facility. If this were indeed so then she would probably cause a near riot! The colour was not to her liking either. Such a bright - almost fluorescent -&nbsp; shade of red. As for the bikini bottom, once she had worked out how to put it on, she realised, as she stroked her posterior,&nbsp; that it was what is called a thong. She had heard of these things before and even seen, to her disgust, a woman wearing one once. And now she was wearing one herself and probably going to be seen in public so doing! And the same shade of red - what there was of it. Ghastly!</b><b></b> <p><b>She continued to gaze at herself with increasing horror. The material was strong enough, but of an amazing delicacy and subtlety of texture. Each individual curl of her pubic hair seemed to be bursting through the material and announcing its presence to the world with shameless, brazen pride.</b><b></b> <p><b>Having put on her underwear for the day, she turned her attention to the remainder of her clothing, but before she could put them on she noticed the other smaller package and opened it. It was a make up kit. Veronica did not habitually wear a lot of make-up and certainly nothing like the lipstick and nail varnish that this kit contained. Red was obviously to be the theme of the day - and how!!</b><b></b> <p><b>She carefully put on the lipstick and stepped back a step to look at the effect. She almost fell through the floor. The natural pallor of her face showed up the bright red lipstick&nbsp; to great effect. No chance of passing&nbsp; virtually unnoticed today!</b><b></b> <p><b>She had not worn eye make up for years - not since she had been a slightly giddy teenager, and so had to take more care over this.</b><b></b> <p><b>It was the toe and fingernails that caused her particular distress. She was not one to adorn these particular parts and certainly not with the garish tints that now bedecked them.</b><b></b> <p><b>She looked at the letter again. Oh dear. She had a horror of having her hair cut, (Couldnt stand people touching her)&nbsp; but she never wore it long - always tightly done up. Now she was bidden to let it fall down about her shoulders and half way down her back, almost to her posterior. Some girls would have loved to have such a profusion of golden hair, but Veronica, the undemonstrative and perennially understated Veronica, was not keen to advertise her charms so blatantly. As she stared at herself, she hardly recognised what she saw. Something inside her stirred and it was mainly, but&nbsp; not entirely,&nbsp; shame.</b> <br><b>&nbsp;</b> <br><b>Well! So much for the make-up and underwear. Now to don the outer garments. Such as they were!</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp; <br><b></b>&nbsp; <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>PART THE THIRD</b><b></b> <p><b>Veronica Harmsworth had just been given a parcel of clothes to put on, before embarking on a day of trial which, she hoped, would see her at the end, a rich and independent woman. A woman of substance.</b><b></b> <p><b>The underwear had pained her greatly. It was swimwear - of a somewhat unusual sort. The kind of thing some bimbo on the make might wear in order&nbsp; to entice some sad bastard of a rich, but not very attractive, man. Her flesh had literally crept as she had put these items on. With loathing and disgust she had looked in the mirror at her obscenely attired body, seeing some caricature of herself staring back at her. What people will do to be rich!</b><b></b> <p><b>After making herself up, she then turned to the three remaining items (shoes count as one item).</b><b></b> <p><b>The skirt was a lulu! Bloody hell,&nbsp; I cant go out wearing this, she thought! (but then the &pound; signs flashed up before her eyes!)</b><b></b> <p><b>She had heard about slit skirts before now. But this one had TWO slits! And they went a very long way up.&nbsp; It reached on her to just below the knee. And it also was a very aggressive shade of red.</b><b></b> <p><b>And then! The TOP! Sleeveless and white with broad horizontal red stripes, it buttoned up not far enough to cover her cleavage. Veronica was never one for bare arms, even in the height of Summer - which this was not, it being early April at the time. It also left her midriff exposed, as was the fashion nowadays. She resigned herself to feeling quite a breeze in that area when she finally came to venture forth later on in the morning.</b><b></b> <p><b>No tights or stockings had been provided and this was another source of distress, for our heroine was most fastidious in this regard, refusing ever to be publicly bare-legged.</b><b></b> <p><b>The outfit was completed firstly by a pair of open toed and very high heeled shoes of the most incredibly impractical nature. The sort of thing one could not walk in, but merely totter. The final item was a shoulder bag..</b><b></b> <p><b>She surveyed the overall effect and sighed sadly. She was certainly going to earn her million in a most embarrassing way!</b><b></b> <p><b>She read the letter again. It instructed her to be at the Caf&eacute; Rouge at 9.30 am, where she was to order coffee and toast and await further instructions. She still had over an hour to wait and spent it reading the paper, which had just arrived.</b><b></b> <p><b>...................................................................................................................</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>Finally she realised that the time was nearly up. She must venture forth and go to the Caf&eacute; Rouge. This early in the morning she was almost the only customer as she tottered precariously into the place on her impossibly high heels.&nbsp; She sat in the furthest corner, hoping to avoid being seen from the street and ordered coffee and two slices of anchovy toast. By keeping her legs together, she was able to avoid exposing too much of her thighs, but there was nothing she could do to hide her brightly painted toes from view.</b><b></b> <p><b>On her way here she had indeed felt the chill against her stomach as well as her unprotected legs. The breeze had blown her long blonde hair and flimsy red skirt about a fair bit and many a passing male pedestrian had experienced a welcome boost to his morale as he spied her handsome lily white legs shown up to such effect by her unaccustomed and eye-catching footwear. The red shoulder bag only served to enhance the general tartiness of her appearance on this memorable day.</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>As she waited for her breakfast to arrive, she rubbed her bare arms and shivered slightly, feeling the goose bumps as she did so. With a cup of coffee and some warm toast inside her she began to feel better. She waited and looked anew at the morning paper. She had been there for twenty minutes when a young boy, no more than thirteen or fourteen, came in and started to distribute flyers to the few customers. Veronica was about to wave him away when the youth winked broadly at her, fished an envelope out of his pocket and handed it over.&nbsp; She recognised the handwriting and her heart began to work overtime as she hastened to open it.</b><b></b> <p><b>The letter read as follows:- Before you leave here, remove one of your shoes and leave it on the table at which you are sitting. You will go the The George and catch the 10.18 168 bus to The Elephant and Castle</b><b></b> <p><b>There was more, relating to her conduct when on the bus. This made her heart sink. But, first she must catch the bus. If she missed it, her dream of wealth would have come to an early end.</b><b></b> <p><b>The George!&nbsp; She had never heard of the George! And she had only a vague idea of the 168s route in any case. She always caught the tube of a morning and rarely travelled by bus.</b><b></b> <p><b>Excuse me, but where is The George she asked a man sitting at the next table.</b><b></b> <p><b>Never heard of it he replied. Nowhere near here, I dont think.</b><b></b> <p><b>She looked at her watch. Only just over fifteen minutes to find out where to go and then get there! Oh, shit!</b><b></b> <p><b>Just as she about to surrender to despair, another man, sitting near the door chimed in.</b><b></b> <p><b>There is a pub that used to be called the George - but not for years, now! Its called The Rat and Parrot nowadays. Bloody stupid name! I call it cultural vandalism changing the names of long established inns like that! Absolute disgrace!</b><b></b> <p><b>He looked as if he was going to continue in this vein and Veronica interrupted.</b><b></b> <p><b>Is it near here and can I get a 168 there?</b><b></b> <p><b>Oh, yes. Just go down the hill and its just after the junction with Pond Street. The 168 comes up Pond Street and turns left. Stops just outside the George - I mean Rat and Parrot!</b><b></b> <p><b>Realising that she might need to hurry, she thanked the man and prepared to leave, paying her bill and making for the door. Then she remembered her shoe and went back to her table, removing it and putting it on the table as directed. The half-dozen or so customers stared open-mouthed as she walked lop-sidedly to the door and left.</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>PART THE FOURTH</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>As soon as she left the caf&eacute;, the breeze caught again at her hair and skirt, one particularly nasty gust lifting&nbsp; the red garment almost waist high for a second, revealing her legs in all their majesty. It was possible, at that moment,&nbsp; for the discerning observer to spot that she was wearing a thong.&nbsp; A workman, toiling away at some roadwork or other, whistled appreciatively. Veronica blushed.</b><b></b> <p><b>She looked down the hill and at her watch. Not much time if she were not to miss the bus! She put her best foot forward and this was no easy matter. Normally shod, she would have made the short distance to the George in minutes, but with one foot bare and the other clad in the high heeled monstrosity that she was forbidden to remove, it was a nightmare.</b><b></b> <p><b>As she struggled, cold no longer, but perspiring freely, she saw to her horror that a bus was toiling up Pond Street and she still had a little way to go. Running was an imperative if she were not to miss out on the dream&nbsp; of a lifetime! Those who had the privilege to witness her hurried progress were to remember to their dying day the sight of a pretty young woman, her golden hair streaming behind her and her fine young legs revealed for all to see. They would relive in their minds eye the lurching and gyrating gait of this unlikely vision as she ran towards the bus as well as the look of relief on her face as she made it with only a split second to spare.</b><b></b> <p><b>She paid her &pound;1 fare to the driver. This gentleman was a middle-aged West Indian, whose impassive features betrayed no sign of any inner surprise the sight of this lady might have occasioned. She walked or limped to the back seat as the letter had instructed and sat in the middle of it. The next bit was very hard for her to do and it was only with a massive effort of will power that she obeyed the instruction.</b><b></b> <p><b>She had been told to sit with her legs crossed and so she crossed her legs as detailed by her mischievous benefactor! The unshod leg was to be crossed over the other and this she accordingly did. Of course, her skirt slid sideways to reveal her thighs in their entirety.</b><b></b> <p><b>I should mention at this point that Veronica was tall for a woman, some five feet eleven inches in fact.&nbsp; It might be of further interest to the reader to know that her legs formed a proportionately above average part of her height. In other words, she had lovely legs and plenty of them! Although the sun had not touched these milky white thighs at all this year so far, the lack of a tan was more than made up for by the delicate tracery of blue veins which adorned that satin smooth and warm surface.</b><b></b> <p><b>I should further add that Miss Harmsworth was an active and fit young lady who ran, swam and worked out as frequently as her work permitted. The fruits of all this exercise were plain for all to see, as, with her calf muscle pressed against her knee, the fine long shin bone on her raised leg was accentuated in the most appetising fashion.&nbsp; Add to this the sight of her bare foot - a foot unblemished by callouses or deformity thanks to a childhood and early youth spent going for ever barefoot in rural South Africa - with its red painted toenails as it bobbed about in keeping with the buss movement along the pothole covered streets,&nbsp; and it will become clear to the reader that the other passengers had a visual treat of the utmost richness as they glanced up the aisle at the seated lovely and her deliciously displayed wares.</b><b></b> <p><b>It was only by incessantly and silently repeating, mantra like, the words One million Pounds, One million Pounds that the embarrassed Veronica was able to keep her composure and steel herself to continue with her ordeal.</b><b></b> <p><b>She had only just begun to master her emotions and forget her embarrassment when at Chalk Farm a large Afro Caribbean youth boarded the bus.&nbsp; This young man wore jeans and trainers which would have cost a Third World peasant two years wages and a spotlessly clean white vest., despite the coldness of the day.</b><b></b> <p><b>At least Im no longer the only one around herewith bare arms! thought our avaricious heroine. I suppose the vain man is anxious to show off his muscles. Whether or not this was the case, the fellow certainly had some pretty impressive muscles to show off! He was well over six feet tall - probably six-four, she estimated, and big with it, although without an ounce of fat on any part of his magnificent body. And this black Adonis came and sat next to her!</b><b></b> <p><b>It was now that Veronica remembered the rest of the instructions relating to her bus ride. She was to speak to nobody and not react in any way to anything that was said or done to her. She sat impassively, staring straight ahead, by a gargantuan effort of will not looking at the magnificent masculinity beside her.</b><b></b> <p><b>Ignoring this gentleman became more difficult as he flashed a brilliant white smile at her and said. Hi, Missy! Sure has turned out nice!</b><b></b> <p><b>Her discomposure was further accentuated when a large black hand descended on to her thigh and began to caress it in a methodical and expert manner. No reaction - thats what the orders said she thought despairingly. Still she sat still and stared ahead, unsure what her reaction would be if she were allowed to make one! At first she had been inclined to slap the impertinent hand, as well as the grinning face to which it was attached. As the massage went on, however, a small part of her&nbsp; was slightly&nbsp; inclined to enjoy the experience and regret that she was unable to show her appreciation!</b><b></b> <p><b>The bus arrived at Camden Town and she hoped that this still largely unwelcome fellow passenger would disembark, but was disappointed. The groping did not cease, but rather increased in intensity and she finally became utterly enraged both at this&nbsp; mans insolence and her own inability to do anything about it.</b> <br><b>&nbsp;Just as her patience was being tested to destruction the bus reached Euston. Still this awful person did not get off and persisted in his attentions.&nbsp; She could smell his musky body odour next to her and funny things were happening in the area sheltered by her thong!</b><b></b> <p><b>Just as she was sure she could take no more a large white man boarded. He ambled along the aisle and stood looking down at the mortified Veronica and her tormentor. After a few seconds he spoke - if his coarse tones&nbsp; could be properly described as speech,&nbsp; that is!</b><b></b> <p><b>Ere you - tike yer bleedin ands orff the lidy - you bloody coon!&nbsp; Filthy bastard! You want that dirty black nose spread all over that ugly face?</b><b></b> <p><b>Veronicas companion replied,&nbsp; with a wealth of obscene inventiveness, that the other fellow could go and get f*cked (among other things).</b><b></b> <p><b>She cowered inwardly while remaining outwardly calm. She had never had two men fight each other over her before and was half hoping that this situation would soon be remedied! Her money was on the guy in the white singlet!</b><b></b> <p><b>But&nbsp; the appearance of the newcomer apparently persuaded the other man to back down. He was also a huge fellow and very muscular, although less athletically built. Whatever the reason, Veronicas tormentor soon got to his feet and went to sit upstairs. Her rescuer sat down next to her and made no effort to speak&nbsp; - to her immense relief.</b><b></b> <p><b>At Waterloo, the first man came downstairs and got off, followed closely by the second. Veronica saw with surprise that they were both walking away laughing and chatting like old friends. A put up job, obviously! She wondered what further surprises the old practical joker had in store for her!</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>THE STORY SO FAR</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>Veronica Harmsworth had answered a tempting advertisement and accepted the eccentric Andrew Vane-Clatworthys offer of one million pounds in return for the performance of certain services to be rendered on a Wednesday&nbsp; in April. She had already found that great embarrassment was in store for her before she could finally grasp the coveted cheque in her hot and sweaty hand.</b><b></b> <p><b>She had endured a highly humiliating ride on a 168 bus, being obliged to sit in a prominent position with her luscious and lovely legs exposed for all to see from the tip of her brightly painted toes right up to her shapely hips. A lewd and unpleasant man had sat next to her and fondled her. Another man had almost started a fight over her. Truly,&nbsp; her cup of embarrassment was full to the brim and running over today!</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>PART THE FIFTH</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>At Waterloo, the two large men had disembarked and Veronica prepared to enjoy the short remainder of her journey in relative peace. Most other passengers had left the vehicle by now and only two remained - a pair of elderly Japanese tourists who very politely refrained from looking in her direction. One stop before journeys end, this couple rose to get off. The lady nimbly ran up to Veronica and smilingly took an envelope out of her bag and handed it to her, bowing gravely and with extreme politeness. She rejoined her husband and both departed, leaving Veronica as the sole remaining passenger.</b><b></b> <p><b>Before she herself had to disembark she opened the envelope and took out the enclosure. It read simply, Remove your remaining shoe and carry it to Contis caf&eacute;&nbsp; in Borough High Street. You will order a cup of tea and a cheese sandwich and await further instructions. I hope you are enjoying your day! Oh - very bloody funny, she thought with unaccustomed savagery!</b><b></b> <p><b>It was great relief, though,&nbsp; that she read this latest instruction! Any more hobbling around as she had on her way to the George would have effectively finished her!&nbsp; The feel of the dirty pavement under her&nbsp; feet did not please her, but she soon realised that a childhood spent barefoot had been excellent preparation for her walk this morning and she soon found herself walking briskly and enjoyably.&nbsp; After a while she even began to hum to herself. The day was bright and sunny for the present, but a chill easterly wind was blowing and her skirt continued to misbehave to her continuing though increasingly resigned displeasure.</b><b></b> <p><b>It was about twenty minutes before noon when she got to the caf&eacute; and by this time she felt in dire need of refreshment and something to eat. Although this place would doubtless be very busy before too long, it was still reasonably quiet. She drew her newspaper out of her bag and tried to make a start on the crossword. The coffee arrived after a couple of minutes and she nibbled away and sipped, trying to make sense out of the cryptic clues. Today was obviously not a good one for her brain and she made slow progress.</b><b></b> <p><b>After twenty minutes she began to wonder if she had perhaps mistaken the name of the caf&eacute; and looked again at the letter. NO. No mistake, but this was a long wait!</b><b></b> <p><b>&nbsp;Just as she was beginning to think something had gone terribly wrong with the old mans arrangements, a dishevelled man staggered into the caf&eacute; and came over to her, with the manager hot on his heels, obviously anxious to eject him. Before he could be cast back out into the increasingly busy street, he dropped a greasy and crumpled envelope on the table before her. No sooner had he discharged his obligation to the ancient financier, than&nbsp; he was very forcibly ejected.</b><b></b> <p><b>Veronica felt a pang of pity for him and went to the door to see if she could thank him and maybe offer some help, as he looked to be one of lifes unfortunates in a big way. She just had time to see him walk briskly over the road and get into a very smart car, which promptly drove away - another put up job! She went back to her table and opened the envelope.</b><b></b> <p><b>Dear Veronica (I hope I can presume to this familiarity?)</b><b></b> <p><b>Would you please be so good as to finish your no doubt welcome meal and refreshing cup of strong tea. After you have done so I wonder if you&nbsp;&nbsp; would like to walk over London Bridge and make your barefoot and I feel sure charming way to The Lamb Tavern in Leadenhall Market. Order a large brandy and go and sit upstairs. Please do not fail to pass a friendly word or two with the good lady behind the bar!&nbsp; Before paying your bill and leaving this caf&eacute;, do be sure to toss your remaining shoe casually over the counter, taking care not to hurry out, but walk away slowly and with great dignity.</b><b></b> <p><b>Yours truly</b><b></b> <p><b>A V-Clatworthy</b><b></b> <p><b>At least she wouldnt have to cart that horrible shoe around with her any more. Good riddance to it!</b><b></b> <p><b>She did as directed tossing it with casual nonchalance over the counter, to the amazement of the Italian owner/manager. The clatter as it fell noisily on the floor made her wish to run out as fast as her long supple legs and bare feet could carry her, but she recalled the injunction to move slowly and with dignity.</b><b></b> <p><b>Outside in the street, she turned right and made her way North over the River Thames. The icy wind was blowing straight upriver and seemed determined to blow right up between her legs, freezing her to the marrow as well as blowing the doubly split skirt in all directions at once, flapping noisily away like the Union Jack on her office flagstaff. A policeman passed her, going in the opposite direction. She felt sure he was about to arrest her for indecency, but he continued on his majestic and impassive way, without so much as a sideways glance at the goodly expanse of female flesh that was causing so many others to turn their heads in sheer amazement.</b><b></b> <p><b>Once over the bridge, the wind abated a little, but it was still strong enough to raise a myriad of goose pimples and&nbsp; keep lifting her skirt to sometimes almost eye level. She prayed that none of her colleagues or business acquaintances would see her. If they did she was sure she would die from very shame!</b><b></b> <p><b>She turned off Gracechurch Street into Leadenhall Market and soon found the Lamb Tavern. It was not one of her favourite watering holes, being too far away from her place of work.&nbsp; She had been there a few times and had always liked the place as well as the small Victorian market with its fish and poultry shops, now sadly being replaced by boutiques and Coffee houses.</b><b></b> <p><b>The Lamb was not too crowded and for a change she had time to look at a photograph&nbsp; on the wall behind the bar. It was a picture of the late John Wayne, standing beside what appeared to be the staff in the same bar that she was in.</b><b></b> <p><b>I didnt know he was ever here! she exclaimed to the barmaid. When was that?</b><b></b> <p><b>Oh, yes! He was in a film called Brannigan It was about an American cop who pursued a killer over here. There was a scene filmed in here.</b><b></b> <p><b>Yes, I remember now! said Veronica. Silly of me not to recognise this place in it! Wasnt there a fight scene in which the place was smashed to bits?</b><b></b> <p><b>The lady laughed and said that that particular scene had been filmed in the studio using a mock up - not the pub!</b><b></b> <p><b>Having thus obeyed her benefactor by chatting to the bar lady, she walked up the spiral iron staircase to the upper floor and sat down. She sipped her brandy and soon began to feel the effects.&nbsp; As I have mentioned Veronica was not really a dedicated drinker, being in the habit of making a very small drink go a very long way. Those readers who do not know what I mean when I say that the effects of a strong drink on those unused to spirits can be profound and mood changing, had better try it out for themselves. I have neither the time nor the inclination to waste on giving a description myself.</b><b></b> <p><b>Suffice it to say that a degree of mellowness began imperceptibly to steal over her. She relaxed and stretched out her long legs, crossing her ankles and sighing with more content than she had felt thus far all day. She took another and longer sip, coughing slightly and feeling warmth and complacent contentment permeate her entire being.</b><b></b> <p><b>I wonder what comes next? she thought.</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp; <br><b></b>&nbsp; <br><b></b>&nbsp; <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>PART THE SIXTH</b><b></b> <p><b>The lunch hour time was well advanced by now and the bar was beginning to fill with the usual mixture of sober suited City men and women. The women were all smartly and decorously dressed, in stark contrast to the brazenly and scantily attired Veronica with her striped sleeveless blouse, bare abdomen, voluptuous cleavage&nbsp; and scarlet slit skirt. Many glances were directed in her direction. Thank Heaven none of the other drinkers were people she knew!</b><b></b> <p><b>With the fumes of her brandy doing their relaxing work, Veronica had failed to notice how the skirt was slipping off her legs, revealing again that wealth of milk white skin that had so enlivened the journey of dozens of passengers on the 168 bus earlier that day.</b><b></b> <p><b>Is there anybody sitting here? Veronica glanced up sharply, her euphoria temporarily dissipated. A tall young man, not quite so smartly dressed as most of the other customers, was standing over her, a glass in his hand and smiling politely.</b><b></b> <p><b>No. Im alone, do sit down.</b><b></b> <p><b>The man did as invited and proceeded to take some papers out of his attach&eacute; case. Soon he was immersed in them and seemingly oblivious to the cleavage opposite him at eye level and the length of bare leg and bare feet stretched out below him. Veronica returned to her contemplation of the immediate future. She saw that her glass was nearly empty and downed the last of the brandy with some regret that there was no more left. That drink had been just what her shattered nerves had needed!</b><b></b> <p><b>No sooner had she put the glass back on the table than the young man raised his eyes from his papers and fixed her with a blue eyed gaze of startling directness.</b><b></b> <p><b>Can I get you another? Im about empty myself he pointed to his own glass. What would you like?</b><b></b> <p><b>Oh. Its very nice of you! I dont know if I should have another. Im not exactly my own boss today, Im afraid.</b><b></b> <p><b>Im sure Andrew would love you to have another, my dear. Brandy, wasnt it?</b><b></b> <p><b>Andrew asked Veronica waveringly.</b><b></b> <p><b>Yes. Thats right! Andrew Vane-Clatworthy. My boss. Asked me to keep an eye on you for a minute or two. Cant have an attractive young thing like you drinking alone, can we?</b><b></b> <p><b>The young man disappeared back downstairs and was soon back with a pint of Special Bitter for himself and a large brandy for her. A VERY large brandy for her! She stared at her refilled glass with no little concern. Whatever she was still to be asked to do later on, she hoped that a visit to a swimming pool would not be on the itinerary. She knew it was unwise to swim whilst under the influence. But what was the swimwear in aid of, she wondered anxiously?</b><b></b> <p><b>The man introduced himself as Douglass MacTavish of That Ilk. Call me Douglass. he told her with grand condescension.</b><b></b> <p><b>What does That Ilk mean, Douglass? she asked. She had often wondered.</b><b></b> <p><b>Oh! It just means that I take my name from a place called MacTavish. The MacTavish of MacTavish - thats yours truly. I like the skirt, by the way. But then - I would, since it was I who chose it, along with the rest of your outfit!</b><b></b> <p><b>She spluttered at this, being in the process of taking a rather large sip at the time. The young man was by her side in a trice, ready to administer help if she seemed in danger of choking, but she soon recovered, thanking him for his concern.</b><b></b> <p><b>As soon as she had cleared her throat, she gasped croakily. I cant say I think a lot of your taste in clothes - or women, come to that if you go for the sort of girl who wears this kind of thing!</b><b></b> <p><b>Douglass laughed heartily at this, his ruddy face a picture of honest mirth.</b><b></b> <p><b>I cant say exactly what sort of girl I go for as you put it! I suppose that outfit is a bit revealing, but that was what I was instructed to get you. I think it suits you - seriously I do! You repress yourself the way you dress, both for work and leisure! Dont you feel just a little bit more alive today, even after the first stages of your ordeal? Come on! Admit it - this is fun in a way as well as bloody embarrassing - right?</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>Veronica blushed half in anger and half because she knew there was a germ of truth in what the man had just said. Yes! It was a revelation to her to see what she was capable of doing. The power of greed!</b><b></b> <p><b>Douglass continued. I hope you get a bit of sun on those legs this summer! Theyd look great with a rich deep tan. I bet you had one all the year round when you lived near Joburg as a girl. What happened to you when you came to England to change you? Mind you - I quite like your skin as it is today, especially after all that fresh air its had blowing over it! Very tasteful!</b><b></b> <p><b>She ignored all this and asked. How much worse does it get today, Douglass? I suppose I get to display this excuse for a swimsuit at some stage of the proceedings?</b><b></b> <p><b>He laughed again - even more merrily this time.</b><b></b> <p><b>Indeed you do, my dear. Indeed you do! After getting these words out, his amusement became so intense that he was bereft of speech for some minutes. Finally he recovered, his healthy young face redder than ever.</b><b></b> <p><b>Yes, my dear, strait-laced and conventional Veronica. You get to display that creation soon. Very soon!</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>PART THE SEVENTH</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>Veronica had been enjoying her chat with Douglass until his mention of the swimming gear and its coming revelation to a watching world. It was a cold day outside, something which the warmth of the Lamb Tavern had almost, but not quite,&nbsp; caused her to forget. This chat with another, and friendly,&nbsp; human being was a welcome change from her day thus far .</b><b></b> <p><b>As I have said earlier, Veronica was not one to display her charms too blatantly and openly.&nbsp; She would dress decorously even in the summer, never exposing much of herself. Even in her work-outs and jogging sessions she would wear all-enveloping Lycra exercise wear. Only at the swimming pool would she let her bare arms and legs be seen, and then she was mostly under water.</b><b></b> <p><b>She would never shower with the other girls and women, preferring to go home and do this in privacy. Ever since the fifteen year old Veronica had come to England to complete her education , she had been becoming more and more prudish. What had happened to her today would&nbsp; obviously have embarrassed most women but, for Veronica, it is difficult to exaggerate the awfulness of her mortification and shame.</b><b></b> <p><b>That was why the conversation with this tall and very aristocratic gentleman with his artless knack of putting people at their ease had been such a welcome relief to the ultra-embarrassed girl. Then he had told her she was soon to display her swimwear to a watching and wondering world and&nbsp; had collapsed into paroxysms of helplessly abandoned mirth.</b><b></b> <p><b>Finally he recovered and wiped the tears away from his eyes, apologising for any distress he might have caused. He turned the conversation deftly to other matters. He was obviously highly knowledgeable about current financial and business trends and events, including the downturn of business in Veronicas own chosen field. He sympathised with her discontent and unease at her immediate job prospects.</b><b></b> <p><b>Then he switched to the subject of the theatre and asked what shows she had seen lately. When he heard that she had not been to the West End in years he slapped her playfully on the hand. Well - we must surely do something about that! All that wealth of the worlds finest talent to be seen day by day and you stick at home or in the pub! Shame on you, my girl! Ill be in touch after today is over! We must go to a few shows together - if you like?</b><b></b> <p><b>Veronica said she would very much like and the chat paused for a few minutes as both enjoyed a spell of convivial silence.&nbsp; Then Douglass looked at his watch and whistled.</b><b></b> <p><b>Wow! Time certainly goes fast when youre enjoying yourself! Time for you to get your next instructions. Here you are. Ill wait while you read them and then be getting along.</b><b></b> <p><b>He produced one of the by now familiar envelopes from his brief case and passed it to her with a friendly and sympathetic smile. She opened it and read the following:-</b><b></b> <p><b>After your revivifying drink and no doubt pleasant conversation with the excellent MacTavish ( a very able and delightful gentleman, as you no doubt realise by now!), I fear that the time has now come for you to venture forth and present that fair and beauteous body anew to the rude gaze of the wondering and delighted hoi polloi. How sad that the weather on this, your great day of destiny, has proved to be less than ideal for the exposure of that tender flesh to the elements!</b><b></b> <p><b>Would you please be so kind as to go to the Ladies and restore the ravages which time and several cups of tea and coffee etc. have done to your make - up - and at the same time, remove your blouse. As you make your stately and dignified way down the stairs and leave this most excellent of establishments, you will hand the discarded garment, with a warm smile and friendly word or two,&nbsp; to whatever smartly dressed City Gent is standing nearest the door. Leave the Market and walk north up Gracechurch Street and along&nbsp; Bishopsgate. Do not hurry. Further directions will be given to you,&nbsp; all in good time.</b><b></b> <p><b>Yours most sincerely</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>Andrew&nbsp; V-Clatworthy</b><b></b> <p><b>PS I have hugely enjoyed watching the videotapes of your earlier adventures!&nbsp; You have shown great style and &eacute;lan thus far. I really like the skirt - I expect you will miss it when the time comes for you to part company with it!</b><b></b> <p><b>Douglass was watching her as she read this, seeing with amusement her face lose its pallor and become redder with rage and shame. Finally she put the letter in her shoulder bag along with the others and went over to the Ladies. Douglass got up and bid her farewell for now. She hoped that she would see him again. He was just about the one and only decent thing that had happened to her all day!</b><b></b> <p><b>Once inside the small ladies room she quickly complied with the first part of her new directions. As she leant across the washbasin she saw her breasts&nbsp; ripple and shimmer with the movement. She told herself by way of comfort that removing the blouse would not really expose a lot more of them . She had already shown far more of herself than ever in her young life before. It took only a few seconds to restore her make up. It certainly was eye-catching she thought again!</b><b></b> <p><b>And then came the first difficult bit. Button by button she undid the blouse, until it hung down exposing the remainder of her stomach and chest to view. She looked at herself and quivered in horror. This was the City! The heart of the Nations financial and business life, a place with a thousand years of tradition! And she was about to parade half naked before a phalanx of respectable business men and women. Oh - the sheer awful shame of it all! And then the thought of the million pounds came to her rescue and her courage and resolve were restored.</b><b></b> <p><b>It was only with an effort that she was able to make herself remove the blouse altogether.&nbsp; As she folded it up and prepared to leave after first relieving the strain on her bladder, she passed another and older woman on her way out. This good lady stared angrily at her. I think youre in the wrong pub, you tart! Try Browns in Shoreditch - youd go down a treat there - bloody whore!</b><b></b> <p><b>Her face burning with shame at this, Veronica walked across the floor over to the staircase, watched by some approving men and disapproving women who were enjoying a lunch time drink or two. One couple were kissing each other with great enthusiasm, until the man espied Veronica and diverted his attention to her, to the fury of his lady companion.&nbsp; There was the sound of a face being loudly slapped and a chair being roughly pushed back, scraping over the floor, and the angry woman pushed past Veronica, giving her a look in which a venomous rage predominated and quickly left the pub. The poor young man looked about three times as embarrassed as even poor Veronica was feeling.</b><b></b> <p><b>Before she went down the stairs she had time to hear a mans voice call out to the young ex kisser, Never mind, old chap! Its worth a slap in the face to get a good look at that chick. By Jove, it is - glad my wifes not around to cramp my style!</b><b></b> <p><b>CHICK!&nbsp; So Im a bloody chick, am I? she thought as she began her slow and dramatic descent to the ground floor. Never mind, its worth it if I get the million smackers tonight!</b> <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; </body> </html>

<!doctype html public "-//w3c//dtd html 4.0 transitional//en"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> <meta name="Author" content="Harry"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Mozilla/4.7 [en] (WinNT; U) [Netscape]"> <title>09 - Fighting on the Beach</title> </head> <body text="#333300" bgcolor="#FFFFCC" link="#0000EE" vlink="#551A8B" alink="#FF0000"> <font color="#CC0000"><font size=+4>Katie Part 9</font></font> <br><b><font size=+1></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie was eating&nbsp; breakfast.&nbsp; Breakfast nowadays consisted of a glass of fruit-juice, a pot of China tea and two slices of wholemeal bread covered with a thin layer of low-fat spread.&nbsp; (The pursuit of health and fitness can make life such a total unmitigated bore!&nbsp; Give me eggs and bacon and sausages and lots and lots of coffee and cream any day - author)</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie tried to assess the score, thus far, in her unasked for contest with Charlie Ford and his sinister cousin.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Chained to the ground&nbsp; for five weeks&nbsp; in a foreign police station.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Point to Charlie.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Photographed regularly over the entire period of captivity in order that every embarrassment might be recorded for posterity</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Point to Charlie</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Beaten to a pulp and satisfactorily humbled</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Point to Katie</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Duped into interviewing a phantom financier</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Point to Charlie</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Subjected to a day of servitude as a Pony Girl</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Point to Charlie.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Not a very good scoreline".thought Katie, and those five weeks - they probably counted for twenty points.&nbsp; Revised score 23 - 1.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Let's face it, my dear old thing,&nbsp; you're not doing too well, are you?"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie sighed and absent mindedly scratched at an itch, thus reminding herself of the worst photo of all.&nbsp; She had been tempted to have that one framed and displayed prominently on her sitting room wall! Perverse sense of humour!</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>There seemed nothing to do, other than wait for her tormentors' next move.&nbsp; She had escaped the bogus Consul and the fat women pretty easily, but&nbsp; next time - no way!&nbsp; They would be smarting with anger at her easy escape.&nbsp; It would be&nbsp; a very black day indeed&nbsp; for Katie when and&nbsp; if she ever fell into their evil and merciless clutches again.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie had had the presence of mind to warn her fellow bathers that her failure to turn up on any weekday morning should be treated as suspicious so her disappearance would soon be noticed by her friends.&nbsp; Her secretary had been given strict instructions to report her boss's failure to maintain regular contact, to the police, and these officers were still keeping an eye on her, though nothing like&nbsp; around the clock surveillance. She had had security at her home stepped up with barred windows and new locks and alarms.&nbsp; Her place was a veritable fortress.&nbsp;&nbsp; Despite all these precautions, she knew that when her enemies struck,&nbsp; it would be from an unexpected quarter&nbsp; She extremely sure they would be too astute to try anything so obvious as a frontal attack.</font></b> <br><b><font size=+1>&nbsp;</font></b> <br><b><font size=+1>December was now into its third week and the pond was becoming so cold that even the hardy Katie was forced to curtail the time she spent in it.&nbsp; After fifteen minutes her fingers were screaming with the pain of it all.&nbsp; Her feet seemed to tolerate it better, for some reason.&nbsp; She had thought of wearing gloves in the way that&nbsp; some of the other ladies did, but felt, somehow that this would be cheating.&nbsp;&nbsp; Katie O'Brien wanted it to be just her own naked body interacting with the water.&nbsp; Even the tiny bikini, which the lifeguards still eyed with immense disapproval, was a nuisance, and she looked forward so eagerly to her regular weekends at the coast where she could cast her naked, liberated body into the sea like some kind of quivering sacrifice feeling&nbsp; an echo of that wild abandoned day back in November - only a few weeks ago, but another age, so much had happened to change her since that&nbsp;&nbsp; magnificent experience.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Some how she still managed to walk from her car to the bathing pool dressed in the same unsuitable and unseasonal outfit, and she kept her feet unshod, but it was becoming&nbsp; much more of an effort&nbsp; and not very enjoyable either, merely a thing she needed to do to prove something to herself.&nbsp; She no longer left the enclosure&nbsp; dripping wet from the swim and shower.&nbsp; She took a large towel with her every morning and she was tending to keep it draped over her shoulders before and after swimming, despite her deep reluctance to shelter&nbsp; her skin from those&nbsp; elements&nbsp; of air and water with which she felt such an increasing and mystical affinity.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"I hope I'm not getting soft," she thought sadly.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>She still kept the heating off in her&nbsp; home,&nbsp; which&nbsp; she had not yet sold - prevarication is my middle name lately, she thought - and still remained naked whenever she was in it, even when visitors were there. Not that she got too many visitors.&nbsp; They seemd to find the place&nbsp; cold ! and always appeared embarrassed when in the presence of the unselfconsciously unclothed Katie.</font></b> <br><b><font size=+1>&nbsp;</font></b> <br><b><font size=+1>She was not looking froward to Christmas and had not&nbsp;&nbsp; for three years since the death of both her parents in a car crash.&nbsp; Katie had been their only child and they had been such a close family, so wrapped up in each other that when her mother and father were taken from her, there was no&nbsp; one&nbsp; else to turn to. Her grandparents had all died and there were a few cousins in&nbsp; New Zealand whom she had never seen and most likely never would.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>She decided to book for Christmas Day and Boxing Day&nbsp; in at that same hotel on the South Coast that she had been to in November&nbsp;&nbsp; Part of&nbsp;&nbsp; Christmas Day she intended to spend&nbsp; on her favourite remote beach, naked for as much of that sacred day as she could bear and probably a bit longer!</font></b> <br><b><font size=+1>&nbsp;</font></b> <br><b><font size=+1>ST THOMAS ' S DAY (21 DECEMBER)</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie had just finished interviewing the newly appointed chairman of the country's largest bank and was preparing to stroll back to her paper - quite a hike, but she needed the exercise, when she spotted on the other side of the road, about to descend into the Bank Tube (Subway) Station one of the two fat ladies.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>By the time that Katie had got to the station concourse, the fat lady was no more to be seen.&nbsp; Seeing this&nbsp; reminder of her day of Pony Girldom was enough to put her well and truly on her guard and she cancelled her plans to walk back to Docklands and caught a taxi instead.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>So at least one of her enemies was here in the City, right on her professional stamping ground, where she might be seen by her any time!&nbsp; For the first time since the Pony Girl episode Katie O'Brien felt frightened.&nbsp; She was probably being watched&nbsp; all day and even those very personal, private trips to the Swimming Pond and the various distant seaside beaches at weekends, were probably observed.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Well, be that as it may, her life was going on as planned. She wasn't going into purdah, becoming some kind of petrified hermit.&nbsp; Let them make their move, whenever and whichever! She would be ready for them and give them something to be sorry for!</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>The following few days of&nbsp; pre-Yuletide conviviality&nbsp; in the City and Docklands were a trial for Katie.&nbsp; She had to maintain all her financial contacts in the City and do the right thing at the office by her colleagues and it was adreary chore.&nbsp;&nbsp; She bought her loyal secretary a bejewelled wristwach, which had the dear sweet girl in tears.&nbsp; That was nice!&nbsp; But the rest of the enforced jollity was a pain in her shapely butt.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>OFF TO THE SEASIDE!</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Christmas day dawned, a duller, and and milder day than of late.&nbsp; Katie attended early morning Mass and returned to her hotel to don her by now familiar leisure wear.&nbsp; As she slipped out to walk over the Downs to the beach, the two vinegary old ladies who had commented on her first foray with such disapproval, smiled and wished her a Merry Christmas, inviting Katie to join them for Dinner that evening.&nbsp; They had decided that she was not a tart, after all -&nbsp; just mad.&nbsp; Madness, they could cope with.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie thanked them and accepted their invitation, promising that she would wear her best and smartest outfit for the occasion.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>As soon as she reached that turf-covered cliff-side path which she had come to know so well, she gloried&nbsp; once again in the way her naked,&nbsp; hardened soles leapt off the ground with every step.&nbsp; Still early on Christmas day, there was not a soul to be seen and she was nude for the rest of the walk to the beach. As mentioned, the temperature had risen in the last few days and it was appreciably milder than in November, when she had first embarked on that magical voyage of self discovery which had led her to glory in her lovely young body as never before.&nbsp; Why had Adam and Eve ever got themselves thrown out of Eden?</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>CHRISTMAS ON THE BEACH.&nbsp; KATIE MEETS&nbsp; AN OLD ENEMY AND MAKES TWO NEW FRIENDS</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>The tide was out - way out when she got to this, her favourite beach.&nbsp; An expanse of golden sand&nbsp; stretched out to the distant sea and to left and&nbsp; to right.&nbsp; My Word, you could walk for miles in either direction this morning.&nbsp; She cast her clothes&nbsp; on the ground beside a large rock and dashed out to the inviting waves.&nbsp; The air temperature might have risen, but the sea was as cold as&nbsp; inNovember and maybe a degree or two colder, so she had to fight against the freezing pain to stay in the water for the kind of length of time she needed to satisfy her craving.&nbsp;&nbsp; After 40 minutes, she came out and commenced to run as fast as she could far along the stretch of sand until she was warm again and&nbsp; then rushed back into the water swimming for another&nbsp; 45 minutes.Then more running to get warm.&nbsp; The tide was well on the turn after three hours of this and the area of sand was diminishing rapidly as the sea encroached. It was afternoon and she had better think about getting back to the hotel,as it would be becoming rather dark by half past three.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Back to the rock and her clothes.&nbsp; She would carry them up the steps and as far back to the hotel as she could before putting them on.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Leave those clothes alone Miss O'Brien, I think you need to spend a lot more time here before you go back."&nbsp; And the bogus Consul stepped out from beihind the rock. "Merry Christmas, you pretty, but soon to be ugly, and disfigured&nbsp; young lady!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"No gun, today, you creep - you won't find me&nbsp; so easy this time"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Ah,yes, your Martial Arts skills. I know all about your profficiency at school and college but a bit rusty now, I don't doubt.&nbsp;&nbsp; Let's test them out by all means.&nbsp; It will be to my great pleasure and&nbsp; your very considerable pain,&nbsp; before I knock you out and leave you naked on the beach to spend a long cold night."</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Ok,&nbsp; you bastard&nbsp; if a fight is what you want you can have it!&nbsp;&nbsp; I never wanted trouble with you or any one else.&nbsp; I've never hated any one in my life or wished anybody harm until these last months and I suggest even now that we call this off . This is so utterly&nbsp; stupid and unnecessary - to say nothing of it's being&nbsp; blasphemy on this of all days"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Very pretty speech my dear.&nbsp; You robbed my best friend and cousin, Charlie Ford of&nbsp; his self respect and career and then you cut his face, you vicious little bitch.&nbsp; You are going to pay for that."</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Only when he threatened me with violence and what about those weeks chained up like that?&nbsp; Don't you think I've got a few grievances of my own?&nbsp;&nbsp; But as you wish, you evil,&nbsp; twisted sod, but how that fat creep attracts such devotion from you and from his darling wife is beyond me - too much to ask you to remove your shoes before we fight?"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Quite my dear young lady. And so let us to it!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie knew early on, when her nose was broken by the man's first lighting-quick, well aimed, vicious kick that this guy would be no push-over.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Got to take him a bit more seriously than old Charlie,"&nbsp;&nbsp; she thought as she gathered herself together. No clever tricks with this chap. He's&nbsp; damn good - still, so am I".</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>The first thirty minutes of this merciless fight were pretty well honours even.&nbsp; Katie's nose might have been&nbsp; broken in the first few seconds but she kept out of trouble from then on, and concentrated on defensive tactics, hoping to find an opening and land a few solid,&nbsp; painful kicks or punches of her own.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>She had one lucky shot in which the back of her foot made contact with his cheekbone and wiped the contemptuous, mocking smile off his face for a few moments before it reappeared.&nbsp; But for the&nbsp; rest&nbsp; it was&nbsp; mainly a matter of keeping out of trouble and hoping to tire him out.&nbsp; Fighting on shingle was a drawback for both combatants - Katie had her problems and the guy certainly seemed to be having his.&nbsp; Her bare feet seemed to find it easier&nbsp; than his shod ones, despite the constant pain of the sharp stones as she wheeled and spun and manoeuvred her way time and time again out of trouble.&nbsp; He had great difficulty aiming his kicks and most were well wide of the mark.&nbsp; It was chiefly&nbsp; a matter of punching and chopping.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>The second half hour saw a slow but irreversible turning of the tide, with the man gradually establishing his ascendancy over his nude, barefoot, female opponent, over whom he towered by a good three inches.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie had fought many times before, always against other girls, always with some cushioning to her breasts and always under strict rules and supervision.&nbsp;&nbsp; This kind of unprotected total combat was a new experience for her and very painful one.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>She warded off successfully five&nbsp; kicks&nbsp; and blows aimed at her vagina and was mainly successful at deflecting two others.&nbsp; An eighth landed straight on target and she somehow kept on going through the slicing, sickening pain of it.&nbsp;&nbsp; She paid particular attention to the defence of this vulnerable area from then on, and this, together with her head, was her chief if not her only, concern from thenceforth.&nbsp; The rest of her body was on its own and would have, in the main,&nbsp; to take whatever knocks were directed at it.&nbsp; Quite a few hard knocks were directed, and she began to be covered by cuts and bruises.&nbsp; Her shins seemed to be coming in for particular attention and although she could keep on the move and avoid any direct, full on,&nbsp; hits they were soon becoming bruised and cut.&nbsp; Was there any part of her that was NOT being bruised and cut?&nbsp; Not very sporting of him to keep those shoes on, they were really giving her a lot of grief.&nbsp; All she had to retaliate with were her bare feet. Ok so they were pretty tough by now, but she had no hobnails on the soles of her feet or iron tips to her toes as this man had on his shoes. And was he using them to great effect.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Into the second hour and she realised that she really was was being truly and terribly beaten.&nbsp; The man was playing with her, laying on more and more kicks and punches, pretty well at will -showing her that he could finish her off any time he chose.&nbsp; But he did not choose to deliver the by now longed for "coup de grace",&nbsp; just yet.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She knew with a sick&nbsp; and fearful apprehension in the pit of her stomach, that she had a very great deal of pain ahead of her before this sadistic, vengeful maniac decided that her punishment was over.&nbsp;&nbsp; As her body became just one enormous bruise and the blows came down and down onto her in a remorseless tattoo, she started to pray for that welcome knockout blow that would end this misery.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Thirty more&nbsp; minutes of agony went by and Katie was almost out on her feet.&nbsp; At one point she stumbled and fell heavily on the shingle, the man somehow&nbsp; reeling of in the other direction.&nbsp; There was enough distance between them for her to attempt to run for the steps and maybe escape, hiding in the woods above.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"No!" she thought, "This has got to be settled today one way or another.&nbsp; It might not be settled my way - certainly won't,&nbsp; bar a miracle, but let's just get it over with.&nbsp;&nbsp; After all it's not over till the fat lady sings."&nbsp;&nbsp; So the grimly and fatalistically courageous Katie&nbsp; faced up to her near&nbsp; victorious adversary once more and braced herself to endure more ferocious punishment, which was not long in coming.</font></b> <br><b><font size=+1>&nbsp;</font></b> <br><b><font size=+1>COULD THERE STILL BE HOPE FOR KATIE?&nbsp; READ ON!!</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Through the&nbsp; pain she was aware that her opponent was getting rather careless.&nbsp; He had left himself open several times to a punishing riposte from Katie had she only had the strength to take advantage.&nbsp; He was&nbsp; increasingly&nbsp; and arrogantly careless. He had written her off as a serious contender.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>A terrible fusillade of blows left her standing before him, defenceless,&nbsp; and her poor bruised arms could scarcely raise themselves high enough to protect her battered and bleeding face.&nbsp; Blood poured out of her mouth and nose and from so many cuts all over her body. There he was, standing grinning before her,&nbsp; ready to finish it all and leave her unconscious on the beach.&nbsp; Oh come on, you bastard!&nbsp; get it over with, can't you see I'm finished?</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>The feeble strength which was all that remained to her was ebbing away and she was almost ready to collapse from exhaustion, even without the longed&nbsp; for, prayed for, merciful KO.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>He then dropped his arms to his sides and paused to get his breath back, readying himself as she supposed, for the final bone breaking blows that would leave her, a delightful girl,&nbsp; who had never knowingly wronged another human being in her whole life, and had never even met this guy until his participation in his cousin's mad vendetta, lying senseless on the beach before him.&nbsp; His arms stayed down.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"This should be my chance", thought poor half-dead Katie,&nbsp; "Hell, this IS my chance"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Never, throughout the remainder of a long, happy and useful life, did Katie work out how she had found the strength to do what she did then!</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>It was as though power was rising up from the ground and passing up through the soles of her tortured feet, being absorbed through her lacerated skin and infusing itself into every weary muscle.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>The lightning moves which had reduced Charlie Ford to a pathetic gibbering wreck were the slowest of slow motion compared to what followed on this darkening Christmas afternoon.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>She pirouetted on one bruised and bleeding leg and brought its equally damaged, but still shapely partner around in a massive kick which drove her foot straight up under his jaw.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>The bogus Consul seemd to rise up from the ground and fall backwards, hitting his head on a large pebble. He lay there on the beach.&nbsp; He was very, very still.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie stood over him and all the pain seemed to drain out of her, leaving her triumphant and happy.&nbsp; She had evened up the score a bit - that was for sure!</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>She stroked her butterfly tattoo and winced&nbsp; (was there no part of her that did not hurt?)&nbsp; "Well, my dear old butterfly, we did OK didnt we?&nbsp; But what a way to spend Christmas!!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>With a little concern she knelt down beside the fallen foe and felt his wrist.&nbsp; A good strong pulse.&nbsp; She pulled one of his eyelids down and was pleased with what she saw.&nbsp; He'd be coming round soon!&nbsp; Then she would do to HIS face what he had done to hers!!</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>He started to moan and opened his eyes.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"See this!!"&nbsp; she screamed, pointing at her bloody face.&nbsp; "Well you're going to look even worse in a few minutes" and she proceeded to kick at him unmercifully until a hand fell onto her shoulder.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"That's quite enough of that young lady.&nbsp; You won.&nbsp; Don't kick him when he's down!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie wheeled around, her hands raised at the ready, and found herself looking at a young man and a dog.&nbsp; They had obviously walked up on them while Katie had been too busy with her frenzy of revenge to hear him.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"You did really well dear.&nbsp; Best fight I've ever seen - and I mean the VERY&nbsp; best.&nbsp; Ninety four minutes of the rarest joy to watch. Wasn't it Bozo?"&nbsp; And the dog wagged its tail enthusiastically.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Don't spoil it by being so bloody unsporting,and I'm John,by the way"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie's mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions and she did not know which of&nbsp; many questions to ask first.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Finally. "I'm Katie.&nbsp;&nbsp; You mean you saw it all and did NOTHING to help me?"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Not my quarrel , old girl and any way&nbsp; you didn't need any help. You had the edge on him all the way through, except for letting him break your nose at the beginning.&nbsp; My God, but that was bloody careless - you just DON'T EVER MAKE silly mistakes like&nbsp; that you daft bitch! - don't expect any sympathy from me!!&nbsp;&nbsp; - you bloody deserved it!&nbsp; Rest of the time, though, you were absolutely brilliant.&nbsp; Took such guts to let him wear himself out on you like that, but it worked. He was played out&nbsp; and exhausted and then you struck.&nbsp; Bloody marvellous!!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>Katie tried a smile, despite the pain, "Thanks,but&nbsp; it didn't feel that easy to me! But I agree about the nose.&nbsp; My silly fault.&nbsp; Not the first time,either I got it broken by being careless"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Oh, you had it pretty rough for a while, but you were in no danger - believe me - I KNOW! He was pretty good and better technically than you - much better, but you had youth on your side. Twenty years ago he would have slaughtered you, but not now - he's all played out"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Like his cousin poor old Charlie Ford", thought Katie.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"When was the other time you did that pretty little nose in?"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"It feels anything but pretty, right now!&nbsp; Ten times its proper size!&nbsp; It was against another girl in the gym at college.&nbsp; The ref stopped the fight"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"So you lost that one, then!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"No. Not really.&nbsp; We both wanted very much to carry on so we adjourned to the car park to finish it there, and I went on to knock the shit out of her!&nbsp; Took me a good hour to get her to call it a day, and we'd gathered a very appreciative crowd, by the time we finished. We're still the best of friends, but she took up Badminton after that!!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Do you walk your dog here a lot",&nbsp; she continued.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Yes, I live pretty near and I love this spot, especially in the Summer.&nbsp; My wife and three young daughters and I come here whenever we can. It's so good as a family to get used to being naked and not embarrassed, I really believe in it.&nbsp;&nbsp; No doubt you'll be joining us. I hope!. I love it here in the summer, but I could never do in the winter what you seem to do every other week!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"You've seen me here before?"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Yip. Early in November I was up there anf we both saw you" he pointed up to the cliffs. "Didn't we Bozo"&nbsp; The dog wagged its tail again and sidled up to Katie, licking some of the blood and sweat from a cut on her right leg.&nbsp; She patted the animal&nbsp; (A sort of Border Collie) and smiled at her two new friends.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"I had a pair of binoculars - I observe wildlife&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; - a bit more wildlife than I had bargained for that day!.&nbsp; Sorry to have been so backward in making myself known to you, but you looked somehow as if you wanted solitude, so I let you enjoy yourself and kept well away. You seemed&nbsp;&nbsp; to be so much part of the earth and sea and air that watching you was almost a sacred experience!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Oh get away with you", laughed the rapidly recovering Katie. "Don't talk such rubbish!, I'm just an ordinary girl, but one who's been through an awful lot and got herself pretty mixed up as a result.&nbsp; But I'm not sacred - what crap!! And now I've a dinner appointment in the town - must go. Coming?"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>And so they left the bogus Consul recovering from his unexpected beating and strolled towards and up the steps. Katie, holding her clothes in her hand, still naked in the late December afternon, explaining her story to her new friend - her two new friends.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>She had pretty well finished when they got to the top of the steps.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"I've an apology, Katie. I really should have let you kick his face to pulp, and I'd have lent you a hand if I'd known what you've just told me. No wonder you were mad as Hell!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"Don't be sorry, you were so right and I'd have never forgiven myself if I'd given in to such rage. I'm glad you came along and also happy to have put on such a good show for you!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"You certainly did that"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>He made to go up towards the car park. "Can I give you a lift to your hotel?"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"I promised myself I would walk back and I keep my promises.&nbsp; Don't fret I know the way pretty well!"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"OK, but take this" and he fished into his pocket and pulled out a slim nightlight. "I'd feel better I you had this. Let's just take a look at that nice little nose of yours"He pronounced himself satisfied with his scrutiny. "It'll be fine - don't fret.&nbsp; Seen a lot worse than that."</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"I don't mind if it shows a bit, I think I've earned the right to feel proud of the odd battle-scar!&nbsp; See you in the summer, then, John. Bye Bozo"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>And so she said goodbye to her two&nbsp; new friends wondering how she could possibly make herself presentable for dinner.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>She found the darkness eerie and began very nuch to regret not taking Johnup on his offer.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>BACK AT THE HOTEL</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>She was able to remain nude, despite the plummeting temperatures until she reached the steps leading down to the Old Town.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>When she went up to the desk to ask for her key,&nbsp; the desk clerk who had thought himself pretty accustomed to this strange girl by this time, gazed goggle eyed at her.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"You OK, Miss"</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>"What does it look like", she grinned and went up to her room to see what kind of a repair job she could do on herself before Dinner.</font></b><b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>It seemed to Katie that no power on Earth could stop her looking a total and absolute fright.</font></b> <br><b><font size=+1></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font size=+1></font></b> <p><b><font size=+1>To be continued</font></b> <br>&nbsp; <p>. <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; </body> </html>

<!doctype html public "-//w3c//dtd html 4.0 transitional//en"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> <meta name="Author" content="Harry"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Mozilla/4.7 [en] (WinNT; U) [Netscape]"> <title>10 - More Cold and a tropical Interlude</title> </head> <body text="#333300" bgcolor="#FFCCCC" link="#0000EE" vlink="#551A8B" alink="#FF0000"> <font color="#FF6666"><font size=+4>Katie Part 10</font></font> <br>&nbsp; <p><b><font size=+2>CHRISTMAS DAY _ EVENING</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Katie O'Brien put on her dress for the evening and surveyed the vision in the mirror.&nbsp; It was a more pleasing sight than she would ever thought possible an hour ago , then it had looked as if she had just fought the battle of Waterloo single handed!.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>&nbsp;She had washed off the blood from her face and treated the cuts with an alum pencil&nbsp;&nbsp; (God - had that stung!)&nbsp; and been relieved to see that the damage was a lot less fearful and far more superficial than it had felt when the fight was in progress.&nbsp; A bit of make-up sufficed to hide all but the bruises around both eyes, but even these she was able to&nbsp; make fainter. The nose was persuaded to resume something like its normal size and shape by the application of copious amounts of ice and cold water compresses. Any one could see that she had been hurt, but she still looked beautiful.&nbsp; It was a noticeably&nbsp; batttered but&nbsp; still lovely face&nbsp; that looked out of the mirror at her.&nbsp; The bogus Consul's promise to disfigure her had proved a very empty threat indeed.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Bloody Hell,&nbsp;&nbsp; I'm not some fragile&nbsp; ornament to be kept wrapped up and protected&nbsp; from all danger, and I don't want to be.&nbsp; Not now and not ever. "</font></b> <br><b><font size=+2>&nbsp;</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>She regretted that she had brought an off-the-shoulder dress to wear for dinner. The cuts and bruises on her arms and shoulders were much harder to conceal, but she had skilfully applied make up to these abrasions and bruises and from across a room, nobody would notice any thing amiss.&nbsp; Close up would be different.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Yes, I'm not going to be the belle of the ball this evening.&nbsp; I just hope I don't give those old dears heart failure."</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>CHRISTMAS DINNER</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"My dear! Whatever has happened?&nbsp;&nbsp; Have you been in an accident. Were you attacked?&nbsp; Are you sure you are alright!"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>This had been the initial twittering reaction of the two old dears as they saw Katie walk&nbsp; into the hotel lounge prior to dinner.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Over the festive meal and later, she had related to this astounded old couple, her entire story from the long&nbsp; weeks in the police station yard, down to that epic, bruising but ultimately triumphant and exhilarating contest earlier in the day.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"I still feel on top of the world after that fight", said Katie. "I used to enjoy unarmed combat and that sort of thing at school and later at University, but it was all a bit tame and rule-bound"&nbsp; (except for that one unofficial bout in the car park - that had been great fun!)</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Ever since they kept me naked outside in all weathers, I just haven't been the girl I was.&nbsp; All sorts of thoughts and feelings are whirling around inside me.&nbsp; I was forced to survive hardship for all those weeks and now I seem to have to go out looking for discomfort, danger and exposure to the elements.&nbsp; It's kind of scary and yet wonderfully life-enhancing at the same time.&nbsp; I've got to almost hate the old routines at work, although I'm brilliant at my job - (I'm not boasting, it's just a fact. When you are really good at something - you know it)"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Her companions were spell-bound by all this.&nbsp; They had been schoolteachers until retiring to this hotel as permanent residents and their lives had been pretty tame.&nbsp; All these adventures of Katie were like a&nbsp; breath of clear fresh air - a window opening onto a new wondeful world of romance and daring.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"You should try to get that horrible man traced and put away", said Miss Amelia.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Yes, he can't be far away.&nbsp; Get the police on to it" said Miss Matilda</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"I don't see what they could do about it.&nbsp; It would just be his word against mine concerning the Pony episode and his impersonation of a British Consul was done overseas, and probably doesn't come under our jurisdiction - and again I have no witnesses.&nbsp; As for our fight today, it was fair and square up to a point and let's face it, I did beat him.&nbsp; Any way I really enjoyed it, at least when it was over!&nbsp; That's the trouble,&nbsp; I keep finding out even more about myself and discovering strengths I never knew I had. And it's all because of them.&nbsp;&nbsp; I really&nbsp; should be grateful&nbsp; to these two for what they put me through and I would like to tell them so.&nbsp; I think that would even the&nbsp; score between us and the laugh would be on them.&nbsp; Trouble is it would just make them more mad!"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"But forcing you to drag&nbsp; those two women around that estate, all day&nbsp; - you couldn't have found that liberating"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Even that was, in a nasty kind of way. It was another chance to prove myself and test my self to my physical limits. But you are right - I would just love to catch up with those two fat old buzzards and they won't like it when I do."</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Weren't you afraid they might have been around on the walk back across the Country Park?" asked Matilda.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Yes, it was all a bit creepy and I kept imagining I could see them lurking behind every tree and bush - not to say every blade of grass!&nbsp; I was jolly glad to get back, but if they had tried anything, I was more than ready to take them both on, I can tell you.&nbsp; It would have been nice to have been able to take out all three on the same day!!"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"It was certainly one up for us women,&nbsp; you beating that horrible man.&nbsp; We were never encouraged or allowed in our youth to do the sort of things that you young people do!&nbsp; You are so lucky to be young now and able to compete in the world as you do.&nbsp; It was such a men's world in our day!&nbsp; It's been so interesting and SO exciting hearing all your adventures.&nbsp; We do wish you luck against those awful people.&nbsp; Promise you will come back often and keep us up to date"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Promise - cross my heart" laughed Katie, kissing the old&nbsp; couple goodnight and going up to bed.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>BOXING DAY</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Katie awoke the next morning to find that the trials of the previous afternoon had caught up with her with a vengeance.&nbsp; She painfully and slowly levered herself out of bed and sat at the dressing table looking in the mirror.&nbsp; Some of the bruises were already beginning to assume very lurid hues and it was obvious it would be a while before that young body would be its proper, pink, glowing self.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>For the first time in weeks she ran herself a hot bath and stayed in it a long time, feeling the heat ease out the stiffness.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"I wonder how that bastard is feeling this morning.&nbsp; Not as good as I do. No one in the whole world could feel as great as I do, even if I do ache all over!"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>She was still on the same triumphant emotional high as when she had stood over his motionless body and found herself, with a fierce and terrifying joy,&nbsp; to be his superior after all.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Time to get out and about.&nbsp; She put on a sports bra and&nbsp; posterior-hugging running shorts. Though she still scorned to protect her feet from the cold by wearing shoes, she took a towel with her to the beach.&nbsp; It was a little less mild today and there was still a little rime on the grass, when she got up on to the hill.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>More people were about than yesterday and it was not until she reached the beach that she finally removed her two items of clothing and walked down to the sea.&nbsp; The salt water caused all the cuts and abrasions to sting again and the experience was rather less satisfying than she had hoped&nbsp;&nbsp; On coming out of the sea she dried herself off gently as she still hurt all over and sat on her towel, letting the cool air caress her body.&nbsp; Despite the cold, she sat motionless&nbsp; for some minutes, her sore arms around her bruised and battered legs,and her chin resting on her knees.&nbsp; "Hell, just look at those&nbsp; yellowing bruises! It's going to take weeks to get back to normal.&nbsp; I hope I get to keep a few of these marks&nbsp; for a long time, though.&nbsp; Honourable scars - I'm so proud of them all -&nbsp; nice scars,&nbsp; I love you all!&nbsp; God, what is happening to me!&nbsp; I used to be a normal first-class honours graduate with her name to make in the world, not a wild, barefoot abandoned child of nature and&nbsp; a&nbsp; mean and vicious fighter. "</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>&nbsp;She lay back , her arms behind her head, and went over that titanic struggle again, reliving every move and thinking of nice John and nice Bozo. Married!&nbsp; Why are&nbsp; the best fellows all taken?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>What had he said to her "You were never in any danger"&nbsp; Well, she'd felt doomed, she remembered&nbsp; under that onslaught and she still thought it was a miracle she had won.&nbsp; John believed in me, though and he seems to know about this kind of fighting.&nbsp; Maybe he's right and I was always going to beat the guy (what is his name?). That means I could beat him again and his fat female friends. Take them all on at once - no trouble.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>She was still tired out after her strenuous Christmas and despite the rather cool fifty degree temperature, fell into a doze.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"The sleeping Beauty - wake her up Bozo!"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Katie felt a dog's tongue licking her face and looked up to see John and Bozo standing next to her.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>She rubbed her eyes and forced herself to return to the real world.&nbsp; She had been dreaming&nbsp; and was none to pleased to have had the pleasant sequence curtailed.&nbsp;&nbsp; She shivered - gosh it was cold and she was still bare.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Nice to see you both again.&nbsp; Had a nice walkies Bozo?"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The dog wagged its tail.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Katie, if you don't have any more appointments, how about coming to lunch with us.&nbsp; You're dressed perfectly for our household!&nbsp; But I suggest you put those things on before we leave the beach. There are a lot more people around today."</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>She readily agreed and she chatted with John and patted dear old Bozo for a while, fighting back the desire to put on something - anything to keep out the cold - she had been too long immobile.&nbsp; Finally and reluctantly she put on her clothes and left the beach for the last time for a week or two, moving off to have lunch with this nudist family.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>And so Katie found herself&nbsp; being introduced to John's wife,&nbsp; Janet,&nbsp; and his three daughters, called Faith, Hope and&nbsp; Dawn (why not Charity?) and told to get out of her minimal clothing.&nbsp; John went upstairs and reappeared as naked as the rest of them.&nbsp; "Yes", thought Katie, "he knows all about extreme fighting".&nbsp; His body was covered with many&nbsp; pale scars, the trophies of many a fierce contest.&nbsp; How she envied him besause of them and would dearly love to have, in time, plenty such scars of her own!&nbsp; Never mind,&nbsp; she thought she'd collected a few trophies in the past, most of them yesterday!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>She learned a lot about the Naturist movement from this family.&nbsp; She had always used the word "nudist" before, but this was apparently not acceptable.&nbsp; It amused her to be told that users of their beach who wore costumes were called "textiles". All this jargon fascinated&nbsp; her.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It was good to be in nude and refreshingly normal company for a few hours for the first time ever in her life.&nbsp; Her nakedness had been a solitary thing up until now, and always would be, she decided, but a bit of socializing, especially with this charming family was OK from time to time.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>&nbsp;After lunch as the girls went to do the washing up, John drew Katie to one side.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"When I got up to the car park yesterday, there was only one other car there and I waited across the road for a while and your friend got in and drove off.&nbsp; Looked a bit sorry for himself.&nbsp; I copied down the registration number.&nbsp; Give this to the police and you will then know a bit more about him, including his name."</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Thanks" said Katie.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>She found it a little embarrassing to be so close to a naked man, which was stupid.&nbsp; After all she had not minded being naked in front of him and so it was only fair he should be nude in front of her. No, she would never really fit in to this scene! She was not going to be one of them at all.&nbsp; Just have to plough her own lonely furrow!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>She saw that his penis, which she had never for long been able to take her eyes away from, was totally flaccid and had shown no sign of excitement all the time she had been with them.&nbsp; It was all so natural&nbsp; - so normal with him.&nbsp; He had not glanced once at her bush, but always looked her in the eye when talking to her. It was as if these people could only expose their bodies at the cost of ignoring them and forgetting about them.&nbsp; She could never forget hers and would always be&nbsp; excited at baring it.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>A nudist beach, populated&nbsp; by people of both sexes and with her degree of excitement and physical awareness&nbsp; would pretty soon cease to be a decorous family affair and assume the nature of a Roman Orgy, the entire beach, heaving with copulating bodies!&nbsp; Not a pretty sight!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>&nbsp;She wished she could emulate these people and subdue&nbsp; her own private parts and inner feelings.&nbsp; Shehad this urge to jump into bed with this battered veteran of so many hard fights and she wanted her body to resemble his in its battle-scarred appearance so that they could go into the world and avenge wrong together, riding side by side.&nbsp; She was still a&nbsp; woman alright&nbsp; butgetting to be a bit of an Amazon, she realized.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Katie O'Brien pulled herself mentally together, wondering if she needed to consult a shrink.&nbsp; Her inner turmoil and ludicrous fantasising were going from bad to worse.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The afternoon over, Katie accepted John's offer of a lift to her hotel.&nbsp; She said goodbye, went into the hotel,&nbsp; paid her bill and went back to London and work.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>NEW YEAR IN PARADISE</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Katie lay stretched out, naked on the white-sanded beach listening to the ceaseless roar of the surf.&nbsp; Beside her lay Fred Underwood and Jim Akenside, two fellow financial scribblers sent out by their bosses, like Katie,&nbsp; to cover a secret meeting of world central bankers in this Indian Ocean Island paradise.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>What a total waste of time!&nbsp; The local police had the whole conference so well wrapped up that there was no way at all of gleaning any useful facts. No one connected with the arrangements would talk to them.&nbsp; Too damned scared.&nbsp;&nbsp; The nearest anyone could get to the meeting place - on a well protected island belonging to the local President-for-Life (and prize arse-hole) was five miles away.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Their bosses, in their wisdom had insisted that they stay.&nbsp; You might come across something, was their reasoning.&nbsp; Fat chance!!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The two guys had hired a boat to take them out to a small and deserted islet for a day of idling aroud and maybe catching the odd fish.&nbsp; Although Katie was not in the mood for company, she had leapt at their invitation and gone with them.&nbsp; She had spent hours in the water swimming far out to sea and the fellows were scared she had been eaten by a shark.&nbsp; They would have missed her company and her body, which she had revealed in its still bruised entirety as soon as she had got on board the boat, to their delight and that of the boatman.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>For some reason they had both declined to take off their swimshorts&nbsp; and had&nbsp; fallen asleep on the beach having succumbed to the effects of&nbsp; sun and alcohol, leaving the sober Katie to contemplate&nbsp; what a very different scene this was to that on the beach on Boxing Day.&nbsp; She remembered how she had slept on that deserted beach for over an hour despite the cold&nbsp; and then sat chatting to John for an hour more before getting dressed and leaving,&nbsp; beginning to feel the effects of her bravado. Here she could live all year round without clothes, and it would be no hardship at all.&nbsp;&nbsp; This was a much better climate for nudity&nbsp;&nbsp; - and yet... .</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Katie was a true child of the cold, misty rainswept land of her fathers and forefathers - she had traced her ancestry back to 1535, (not her father's side)&nbsp; no mean feat.&nbsp; This was where she was rooted and where she would spend and end her days and spend them naked. Not in the tropics.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Still, it was great here and the water had been like swimming in warm velvet. She had only headed back when she saw some very large fish and remembered that the depths here teemed with hidden danger.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Not as dangerous as Sir James Evans Bt.&nbsp;&nbsp; Yes!&nbsp; This was Chas Ford,s cousin and best friend!&nbsp; She had almost had kittens when she had learnt this from the police after giving them the details of his car registration.&nbsp; Neither she nor any of her colleagues had even known old Charlie had a cousin, let alone a bad Bart!&nbsp; What a pity he's not called Sir Jasper, she had thought and collapsed into helpless laughter.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>&nbsp; It was not that she had not met plenty of bigwigs before. It was her jobto get to know them and win their confidence and she was bloody good at her job.&nbsp; City boardrooms were full of people with titles, mostly just there to add a bit of style to a firm's letterhead, although others were members of old banking families and possessed all the guile of their forebears.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>No, she was not awestruck in the face of social rank and her dear lovely Mummy and Daddy&nbsp; had been out of almost the top drawer, themselves.&nbsp;&nbsp; Nevertheless, he was the only baronet she had kicked senseless in a brawl on a beach on Christmas Day!&nbsp;&nbsp; Maybe he would be the last - hope not, lets make this an annual event!!&nbsp; The girl at university who first broken her now slightly lopsided nose&nbsp; and then sportingly agreed for the contest to continue elsewhere, her very dear, good friend Angela,&nbsp; was a second cousin of&nbsp; an obscure and dim witted&nbsp; Central European baron, or so she claimed.&nbsp; There was a tenuous blue-blooded thread running through all this! Perhaps she was setting some kind of a trend!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Must look up old Angie when I get back.&nbsp; We could relive old times and get in a bit of practice - give each other a black eye or something!&nbsp; I miss mine now they've almost faded".&nbsp; She felt the need for true friends right now.&nbsp; One other reason for coming on this boating trip with these two was her reluctance to be alone out here.&nbsp; She still had the horrors after her last foreign assignment!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>She had seen that drunken old Charlie in the bar before she left, getting high as a kite at ten in the morning.&nbsp; Just how did he expect to redeem his career like that?&nbsp; That's how he lost his pre-eminence in the first place - booze. He was&nbsp; his own worst enemy and couldn't face the fact.&nbsp; He certainly didn't deserve the devotion his cousin showed him.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She wished she had a friend who was as fiercely loyal to her as Evans was to Chas.!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Returning to the present and the palm-fringed beach, she wondered what the weather was at home and dug her fingers into one of her sleeping companions.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Wake up, you useless lump of lard!, Whats the weather like at home! It took a few more prods to secure a response.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Ice and snow, you bitch, leave me alone" and this virile specimen of manhood lying next to a lovely naked young woman, turned over on his side and went straight back to sleep.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"You arsehole"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Prod, prod, prod.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"What is it now, you mad cow"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Bloody look at me! LOOK AT ME! DON'T YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE!!!"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Yeah, you're a good looking chick"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"And? I've been lying next to you for three bloody hours and you just lie there too drunk to care."</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"What do you want me to do about it"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Oh. Go back to sleep - you useless dickhead.!"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>And he did.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"I don't know.&nbsp; Offer yourself to them on a plate and they're too pissed to know or care.&nbsp; What do I have to do get sex around here?"&nbsp; And she went to sleep herself , despite the very unmelodious and deeply disgusting sounds of snoring coming from her companions.&nbsp; What else was there to do?</font></b> <br><b><font size=+2></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>WINTER IN ENGLAND</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Katie, DAARLING, how lovely to hear from you.&nbsp; You naughty girl, why have you left it so long?&nbsp; Awful about that arrest in El whassiname bad show, that.&nbsp; Hope you're recovered ?"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Fine, Angie&nbsp; Remember that day that asshole of a referee stopped our fight and we went outside to settle things and I licked you something rotten!".</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Don't rub it in Katie, I've still got some of the bruises!"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"How about a chance to get your own back?"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"You're on!&nbsp; I was afraid you'd never ask.&nbsp; I know just the venue"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>And so the two old friends and adversaries squared off against each other at a private gym a couple of days later.&nbsp; Katie insisted on fighting nude and a surprised Angie took her clothes off as well.&nbsp; They were dear friends, but neither let that get in the way of a fight and both girls were exhausted when the allotted time was over and&nbsp; the guy who'd agreed to act as referee declared Katie the winner.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>In the changing room&nbsp; and under the shower , hot for Angie, cold for Katie, the two buddies caught up with all the latest gossip. It felt so good after all these months.&nbsp; At school and later at college they had been inseparable mates as well as merciless opponents in the gym, but the demands of making a career had dragged them apart and</font></b> <br><b><font size=+2>they might well have lost touch altogether, if that awful battle at Christmas had not brought her dear, lovely&nbsp; friend's memory back to Katie's mind.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"When do you want the re-rematch Katie?"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"You just don't give up, do you?&nbsp;&nbsp; Come and join me under this shower, do you a power of good. It's cause you're so soft that I always beat you!"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>And a squealing Angie joined Katie under the cold shower the two friends/adversaries clasped each other's bodies in a long, long embrace.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"Angie?"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>&nbsp;"mmmm?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"If only one of us was a bloke!"</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>"I'm glad we're both women and I'm glad we're here together like this"said Angela and kissed her friend long and passionately on her lovely mouth.</font></b> <br><b><font size=+2></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>ARE ANGIE AND KATIE DYKES AND WHOSE BUSINESS IS IT ANYWAY?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Find the answers to these and many other supremely unimportant questions in a future episode</font></b> <br><b><font size=+2></font></b>&nbsp; </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>01 - A Desert and two Half Naked Girls</title> <meta name="author" content="Harry"> </head> <body style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" link="#000099" vlink="#990099" alink="#000099"> <font size="+2"><span style="font-family: creepy;">THE SLAVES IN THE DESERT</span></font><br> <font size="+2"><br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Chapter One </span><br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> <br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;Two Half-Dressed Girls in the Desert </span></font><br> <big><br style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Clarissa and Megan had been close friends all the time they were at school. Megan was much taller and bigger than Clarissa. Clarissa, at eighteen, was five foot four and slight, with fair hair, blue eyes a pert little nose and slight, feminine chin.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Megan was darker haired, six inches taller and with features that were almost masculine in their strength. She had excelled at all sports and been the head girl in the final year. In all their time together it had been Megan who had looked out for Clarissa and made sure none of the other girls picked on her or bullied her.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">The close relationship was about to be sundered now that they had left school. Clarissa was to go to Cambridge and Megan&nbsp; was to train for the police. Megan&#8217;s parents were disappointed that their daughter had not set her sights higher, but Megan was adamant. So Clarissa would no doubt go on, in time, to become a judge&nbsp; after qualifying as a barrister and Megan might find herself giving evidence in a trial presided over by her friend - or so they both joked!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">In March, before they embarked on their separate careers the two set off on a tour of North America. Megan promised Clarissa&#8217;s parents that she would look after her as she had always done up until now.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">All went much as planned until they decided to drive across from East to West, ending up in Mexico, where Clarissa had a distant relative. It was early May and they were somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Already the temperatures were soaring in this corner of the desert and the couple were appropriately dressed, with Megan in a short top and even shorter shorts and Clarissa in a fetching and tiny bikini. Megan was thinking how pretty Clarissa was looking these days, with her rich deep suntan,&nbsp; when the truck hit an obstruction on the dirt road and lurched into a pothole, tipping half over.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Golly, Megan! That was a pretty crap bit of driving!&#8221; said Clarissa. &#8220;I hope you don&#8217;t drive squad cars like that when you&#8216;re a lady cop!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Just help me get this thing upright, Clarrie!&#8221; said Megan, sweating and panting as she tried to get the heavy vehicle back on four wheels again. It was midday and the temperature was in the hundreds already. Neither wished to be stuck here for any longer than they had to. Megan was almost succeeding&nbsp; in righting the truck when the sound of a siren became audible. A cloud of dust in the distance materialised into a police car.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">When it arrived two women officers got out and came to look at the damaged truck. They took in the two girls&#8217; semi-nudity with what Clarissa uneasily recognised&nbsp; to be a disapproving look. Megan was too busy&nbsp; dabbing at her body to get rid of the sweat and grease to notice this puritanical reaction, and she was hardly one for picking up on nuances in any case. Clarissa lowered one hand to cover her pierced and bejewelled navel, the sight of which was clearly not pleasing to either of these rescuers. Clarissa was barefoot, but Megan, who had been driving, wore a pair of open-toed sandals. Clarissa found herself wishing that her thong bikini bottom covered more than precisely nought percent of her backside! These ladies were looking at her exposed cheeks with unconcealed horror. But when they spoke it was in a friendly enough tone.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;We&#8217;ll take you to the nearest town and you can arrange to have your vehicle towed away and repaired.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">This seemed reasonable and both girls took their minimal amount of luggage out of their car and got into the back of the police car. Clarissa rummaged around for something to cover herself more respectably and found a cotton dress which she slipped on, feeling better able to withstand the world&#8217;s gaze. Megan looked a bit worried.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Funny thing, Clarissa! There are no badges on either of these cops and the car&nbsp; doesn&#8217;t look right, somehow. You&#8217;d think they&#8217;d be showing some sign as to which state&nbsp; or jurisdiction we were in. But they just&nbsp; look vaguely like cops, but I suppose they do things differently here!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;I suppose we didn&#8217;t cross a border or anything?&#8221; said Clarissa. &#8220;I agree, these two don&#8217;t look right, but they&#8217;d hardly be driving around like that if they weren&#8217;t genuine. The way they were looking at me was very worrying! I got the idea they regard us both as loose women and a threat to public morals! The sooner we are somewhere half-way civilised the better!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;And we don&#8217;t seem to be going anywhere in the direction of any town I know of&#8221; said Megan. &#8220;I don&#8217;t like this!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">As she spoke, the car turned a bend in the road and in front of them, about five miles away in the flat shimmering desert was a set of buildings surrounded by a high wall. It looked dilapidated and deserted, but as they got nearer they could see that there were four towers at each corner of the quadrilateral enclosure and all four were manned.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Looks like some kind of fort, maybe built by the Spanish.&#8221; whispered Clarissa. </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">The car was forced to drive slowly because of the appalling terrain and it took twenty minutes before they reached the building. A gate was opened and they drove inside.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">The driver and her companion got out and opened the rear door.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Come this way, please!&#8221; one of them said in a pleasant enough voice. The girls followed the two officers across a large compound to the main building and were shown into an office.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Wait here and when your vehicle has been retrieved we will let you know. You can stay here overnight if it takes time to repair it.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Then the officers left. Megan went over to the window and saw them drive away.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;It&#8217;s a funny sort of place, this! It seems deserted, but there are people on each of those towers. It&#8217;s almost like a Stalag, except there are no prisoners!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Maybe they are all out working in the heat!&#8221; joked Clarissa, who had come to stand next to her friend. &#8220;I&#8217;m thirsty! Let&#8217;s see if we can find some water.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">But when they tried to open the door, they found that it was locked. </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Odd. Well - there are no bars to the windows!&#8221; said Megan. Soon the pair were out in the compound, a large area of dried mud.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;It must get very muddy when it rains - if it ever does rain around here!&#8221; said Clarissa. &#8220;I wonder what goes on around in this place? Oh, here comes someone!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">The someone in question was actually three people, all female and all uniformed. All were armed and all looked anything but friendly.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;What are you two doing outside?&#8221; asked the leading lady.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;We got locked in somehow and climbed through the window. It&#8217;s hot and we&#8217;re thirsty. Our car broke down and a couple of police dropped us here and said we could wait until someone towed it away and got it fixed.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Get back inside! As for water - that is rationed. You&#8217;ll get some later when the others return.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;What others?&#8221; asked Clarissa.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;The other prisoners. You are prisoners, now. Drugs were found in your car and you have been sentenced to thirty years hard labour. Get back inside at once.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;How can we be sentenced without even being charged!&#8221; asked an irate Megan. &#8220; Is this some sort of joke? Because I&#8217;m not laughing. I demand we be allowed to use a phone.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;There is no phone here. Not for the use of prisoners. Go back inside!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">This instruction was accompanied by a threatening gesture with the rifle the woman was holding. When this had no effect, Megan was struck on the face, making her mouth bleed. Reluctantly the pair went back into the building. This time they were not shown into the office but marched along a long corridor and into a dark room with barred windows high up on the walls so it was impossible to see out.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;I still think this is some kind of practical joke!&#8221; said Megan, although her bruised face made her doubt this explanation inwardly. But she had to try and cheer Clarissa up, because the smaller girl looked to be near hysterical. She put an arm around her and felt her trembling gradually die down. Then she replied.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;It&#8217;s no joke, Megan. Not the way that bitch hit you! What if we&#8217;ve strayed into an area run by some kind of religious sect? It might be quite easy to take over a small community and impose a lot of mad laws. The central government probably leaves them alone, not knowing just how insane they are. We must have struck them as deserving of locking up. Maybe we were not modestly enough dressed, (especially me!) or maybe they just felt like picking on two strangers who won&#8217;t be missed for months and can never be traced. We&#8217;ve got to get away from here, Megan. Because we won&#8217;t get any help from others. We&#8217;re on our own!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Well, we aren&#8217;t going anywhere just yet!&#8221; said Megan who had just tried the door, which refused to budge a millimetre. &#8220;That door was built to withstand a tank!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">They had been there for three hours when the door opened and one of the uniformed women came in. She placed a tray containing food and water on the floor and left. Both girls tried to question her about what was going on, but she ignored them. They shared the meal and resumed waiting.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Two hours after this the door again opened and two guards came in. One of them carried a pair of garments over her arm.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Get undressed, both of you. Then put these on. It&#8217;s all you get to wear while you&#8217;re here, so look after it!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Megan looked as if she were going to protest, but another blow to her face convinced her to obey. Both girls took off all their clothes, except Megan&#8217;s shoes, since footwear was not part of the dress they had been issued with.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Shoes too! Off with everything!&#8221; barked out the guard. So Megan joined Clarissa in being barefoot.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">So Megan and Clarissa put on the grey briefs and blue cotton dresses which buttoned up down the front and came half way down Megan&#8217;s thighs and almost to Clarissa&#8217;s knees. Their own clothes were taken away and the pair left alone again - but not for long this time.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;I hope you get something to put on your feet, Megan! It&#8217;s so hot you&#8217;ll be burnt out in the open. Even I get a bit uncomfortable and I&#8217;m more used to it than you are. I guess the other prisoners are all out somewhere breaking rocks or whatever it is they have in store for us. We won&#8217;t get far on foot either, judging from what we&#8217;ve seen of the terrain.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;I guess that&#8217;s the idea, Clarrie! No shoes means we&#8217;ll never get far on foot. And any transport will be well guarded - but stealing a vehicle is our only hope.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;They can&#8217;t get away with this for ever, Megan! One day the authorities will get wise to this and it won&#8217;t be us behind bars, but the people running this place!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;But how long will that take? I suppose we&#8217;ll know more when we get to talk to some of the others.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">They had only minutes to wait before they were ordered out onto the parade ground to be lined up for inspection. The other women were still being unloaded from the transport. They were a varied looking bunch, ranging from several girls little or no older than Megan and Clarissa to others who looked to be in their sixties, although Clarissa guessed they were much younger.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Most&nbsp; wore the same gear as the two girls, but quite a few were naked. And a couple only wore briefs. Many of the prison dresses were torn and in some cases the buttons had clearly been lost, as the women concerned had no means of hiding their breasts from the sun and the stares of the guards.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;I suppose some of them just had their clothes wear off them and they won&#8217;t get any more issued. Let&#8217;s hope we won&#8217;t be around long enough for that to happen to us!&#8221; said Clarissa in a whisper, scarcely moving her lips. She might have not moved her lips but both of them were shifting from one foot to the other. The ground was incredibly hot and even Clarissa&#8217;s&nbsp; soles were getting blistered. One of the guards saw this and yelled at them to keep still. They obeyed and the agony soon became almost unendurable.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Once all the women had been lined up the roll was called, and both newcomers&#8217; names were included. Then they were all left to their own devices. A group of women came and gathered around the two friends.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Welcome to Hell, girls!&#8221; said a large woman, as tall as&nbsp; Megan . &#8220;Hell, first because of the guards who&#8217;ll work you to death and hell from the inmates, if you aren&#8217;t careful! But this little treasure will be OK! I like sweet little things like you, honey!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Keep your hands of my friend!&#8221; said Megan, putting herself between her smaller friend and the woman. &#8220;You&#8217;ll have me to deal with if you touch her.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;And me!&#8221; said Clarissa. &#8220;I won&#8217;t take anything lying down! Just lay off us!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Keep out of it&#8221; said a voice behind Clarissa. A hand was laid on her shoulder. &#8220;Let your friend take care of herself - if she can!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Clarissa looked round and another big woman was behind her. This one looked less threatening than the one who was now squaring up to Megan, clearly with a view to beating her up. </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Megan can deal with that cow! Just watch!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Megan indeed knew how to take care of herself. The big woman hit out at her and found herself on the ground, blinking dazedly.&nbsp; She looked at the others of her group and they all made for Megan who was soon fighting off four women at once. This was too much, even for the skilled Megan who had excelled at martial arts,&nbsp; and she was soon being pummelled by three angry women whilst being firmly held by two others. Then the guards came running up and Megan was left standing as her attackers backed away. She had a cut lip and bruised cheek but was otherwise none the worse for her little fight.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Who started this?&#8221; asked the chief warder.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;She did.&#8221; answered the big girl who had started all the trouble. &#8220;I wanted her friend as my toy and she objected.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Is this true! Did you attack this inmate!&#8221; screamed the guard, whose rifle butt had&nbsp; already crashed twice into Megan&#8217;s face.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Yes, But she was&#8230;.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Megan got no further as she was sent sprawling by a swinging, clubbing blow from the warder&#8217;s rifle. She struggled to her feet, her face streaming with blood and her nose obviously badly broken. The terrified Clarissa was almost sick at the sight. The pressure on her shoulder was increased and the woman behind her whispered. &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry! They won&#8217;t kill her. But she won&#8217;t be looking after you for a while. Luckily, I will!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;As long I as I become your toy, I suppose! No thanks!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;I&#8217;d like you as my lover. I&#8217;ll be honest about that. But there&#8217;s no compulsion! I&#8217;ll look after you until your mate is able to again - and that will not be for a very long time!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Why? What&#8217;s going to happen to her?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Plenty!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Plenty of bad things?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Very bad things! I hope she&#8217;s strong. She&#8217;ll need to be!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;And you&#8217;ll look after me? Why will you?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;I like you. And you remind me of someone! Don&#8217;t keep looking at her! It won&#8217;t help either of you! You can&#8217;t help her now. I wish I could take you away from this back to the cells. But they&#8217;ll make us watch.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;What will they do to her?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Beat her, humiliate her. Make her wish she was dead. It isn&#8217;t going to be pretty. But they won&#8217;t kill her. They never do. And all this was so unnecessary! I saw what was happening and was coming to sort it out when your friend got in first. She&#8216;s a good girl, alright, but she&#8216;ll wish she&#8216;d thought first in the weeks ahead!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Clarissa&#8217;s mysterious benefactor became silent, as did the rest of the chattering women, as another woman, whom Clarissa was later to know as Warden Kane, came marching across.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;What goes on here?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;This new inmate assaulted Debbie, Ma&#8217;am.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Once again Megan was asked if this were true, once again she tried to explain and once more she was clubbed brutally to the ground. This time she got up very slowly and Clarissa saw that her friend and protector was now very frightened indeed.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Just answer either yes or no!&#8221; screamed the Warden. &#8220;Did you start a fight with this inmate?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Yes!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Once again Megan was sent to the floor, her face becoming bloodier each time the rifle butt struck it. A horrified Clarissa hardly recognised her friend by this time, but the steady pressure on her shoulder warned her not to say anything. There was nothing she could do for Megan except pray.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;On your feet! You aren&#8217;t that badly hurt - yet!&#8221; ordered the Warden. And Megan obeyed.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;You address me as Ma&#8217;am! Once more - did you attack this inmate?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">&#8220;Yes, Ma&#8217;am!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">The warden turned to the senior guard. She ordered, &#8220;Deal with her!&#8221; and then walked away.</span></big><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> <br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>09 - Where did Clarissa get to?</title> <meta name="author" content="Harry"> </head> <body style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" link="#000099" vlink="#990099" alink="#000099"> <big><font size="+3" style="font-weight: bold;"><big><span style="font-family: creepy;">THE SLAVES IN THE DESERT</span></big></font></big><br> <br> <span style="font-family: arial black; font-weight: bold;">Chapter Nine</span><br style="font-family: arial black; font-weight: bold;"> <br style="font-family: arial black; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-family: arial black; font-weight: bold;">Where is Clarissa?</span><br> <font size="+2"><br> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Feeling better, Stella?&#8221; asked Megan as they worked at the rock-breaking, three days after their release. This was the first day they had been fit for work after being stretched out in the sun for five days. They had been taken in the new truck which had arrived to replace the one taken away by Clarissa. By this time they had quite lost hope that the escapee had survived.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;A bit, Megan. I&#8217;m not as strong as you three. I wonder how Miranda and the others are. The poor girl in the cage looked close to dying when I left this morning. It must be terrible to be cooped up like that all the time, but you survived it I suppose!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Yes. I survived. But I did get let out to stretch myself every few days, thanks to Wanda. Without that I think it would have sent me mad. That poor thing will be permanently bent double when they let her out. I heard one of the guards say they&#8217;ll keep her there for a year and then throw her in the solitary cells.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Poor girl! She&#8217;d be better off if she did die!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Get on with your work, you two! No talking!!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">This injunction from the guard with the twisted smile was accompanied by a vicious cut from her whip which whistled angrily through the air, with all the woman&#8217;s considerable strength behind it and cut Megan&#8217;s back open across the shoulders. She uttered an agonised squeal and got on with her useless and exhausting toil, not anxious to be lashed again. She tried to ignore&nbsp; the pain, which was severe, and the anger. How much more of this was she going to have to endure?</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Even at her most downcast and pessimistic, she hardly imagined this nightmare, which had taken her friend&#8217;s life, was going to last for all of thirty years. The bunch of lunatics running this remote neck of the woods would be found out one day, although when she took on board the fact that the prison had been operating for fifteen years already, she realised she might be here for a year or two. </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">When the truck deposited the tired and dust-covered women back at the prison, Megan and Stella were about to relax in one of the few bits of shade available before going inside to eat when the Warden saw Megan&#8217;s back, which still hurt badly and had barely stopped bleeding.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;How did this prisoner get that cut on her back?&#8221; she shouted at the guard.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;She was talking, Madam and I gave her a good hard lash to shut her up!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Was she? Well! I hardly think one silly little flick across the shoulder is enough for that. Let&#8217;s see a lot more red marks! - I&#8217;m getting really tired of the girls in that cell! One escapee who disobeyed my orders and another who had to be put in the cage on her first day and STILL hasn&#8217;t learned the virtues of obedience and hard work! Give her a really good taste of the whip and have all the others made to watch!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Megan knew it was useless to plead for mercy and allowed herself to be led towards the whipping station. Then the Warden had an idea!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Bring her over to the cage! We may not have room inside it for her, but she can stand underneath it!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">So Megan&#8217;s hands were tied and she was secured to a rope which was run through one of the bars at the base of the cage, which was raised enough to bring Megan up on to the tips of her toes.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Now whip the bitch!&#8221; shouted the Warden, whose behaviour seemed to be growing more insane by the day. &#8220;Give it her on her front as well as her back. Whip her all over from top to bottom! Then we&#8217;ll think what more to do with her!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">The Warden then walked off, presumably to find refreshment - she was reputed to be drinking heavily since Clarissa&#8217;s escape. The grinning guard was also tired after a long day in the sun and the task of punishing Megan was given to the one who had been left behind at the prison all day. This woman was much less thorough in her chastisement of Megan than the Warden would have liked to see if she had been there. When she had finished, Megan bled from twelve cuts to her back and half a dozen to her stomach. The guard had rounded off her work by bringing the whip down across both breasts. Long before this had reached the half way stage Megan had ceased resisting the impulse to scream and her tortured shrieks rang around the compound. How Clarissa had endued her much more severe whipping in silence, Megan would never understand. Stella swore she could hear the screams echoing all night!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Megan was cut down and taken to be fed on bread and water and brought back to the cage, once the occupant had been lowered to be fed and then raised again. She was told she would be left underneath the cage all night.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;She&#8217;ll be peeing and crapping right on your head!&#8221; sneered the guard before leaving her.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;How is it up there?&#8221; Megan asked the poor captive, as soon as they would not be overheard.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;I&#8217;m going mad up here! I can&#8217;t take much more. I want to die!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;I know the feeling! I was up there like you for three months! It&#8217;s no picnic, I know!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;I&#8217;ll try to hold out until they take you away. It&#8217;s not as if I get that much to eat and drink and it&#8217;s so infernally hot up here, I hardly pee at all most days!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry! Being crapped on from a great height is something I&#8217;m used to by this time, figuratively at least! Get some sleep if you can! It helps, as I had plenty of chances to find out!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;I know I should get some sleep. But it&#8217;s such a wonderful change to have a friendly person to talk to, after all this time. I wonder if your friend might still get help? I hope so, because I can&#8217;t last much longer!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Then the caged prisoner did fall asleep. Megan hurt too much for sleep and her semi-suspended position made her even more uncomfortable. By the time morning came she was in agony both from the continuing pain from her wounds and from her shoulders which felt as though they had been dislocated by this time. An hour before the prisoners were due to be taken off to work the Warden came over to her, accompanied by two guards.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;I hope your punishment has taught you a lesson. Has it?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Yes, Madam.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;And what lesson has it taught you?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;That I am here to work hard and not talk, Madam&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Good. You are nothing but a piece of shit! What are you?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;I am nothing but a piece of shit, Madam!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Will you tell this to the other women when they are all lined up?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Yes, Madam!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Twenty minutes later the women were all made to stand in line and the Warden spoke to them all.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;This prisoner thought, yesterday, that the working day is a time for chatting and other social pleasantries, but it isn&#8217;t and she had learned her lesson! You are here to work and even this idle and useless piece of shit who came here four months ago, half naked along with her even more shameless whore of a friend has been taught that. She will now confess her misdeeds to you all and rejoin you at work. Listen carefully to what she says and mark well her whipped body so that none of you suffer the same. Tell them what you told me, Prisoner!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;I was whipped for talking and laziness and I am a useless piece of shit who deserved her whipping.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Then Megan, still sore physically and devastated mentally by the humiliation she had just endured, was released and got into the truck with the others, still hungry and thirsty after not having had a morning meal and only a cup of water and slice of bread the night before.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Clarissa would NEVER have given them the satisfaction of saying what you did!&#8221; muttered&nbsp; Stella. &#8220;They could have kept her there till she died but she&#8217;d never have let herself be humiliated like that - or Miranda. I wonder what it is those two have? Because I would have been just like you! I&#8217;d have screamed and I&#8217;d have said anything it took to be freed!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Neither girl said another word that day. By mid morning Megan was getting more and more dizzy, scarcely able to lift the hammer, let along pulverise rocks with it, and she received three more lashes before finally collapsing. Stella brought her a drink at lunch time and she was able to get to her feet and carry on working for three more hours before again fainting under the combined effects of the strong sun, her continuing thirst and the lashes from the guard&#8217;s whip. Stella had to carry her to the truck when that dreadful day was finally over.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Once again the Warden came over to look at Megan&#8217;s body. She counted the raw and still weeping wounds.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;I see you got another six lashes today. Still don&#8217;t like work?&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;I love work, Madam. But I was dizzy from heat, hunger and thirst. I did as much work as I could. I swear I did, Madam!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Whip her again, Guard! But make sure she is properly fed. She can spend the night in the punishment cell.&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Addressing Megan, the Warden said.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;If you work hard tomorrow, these punishments will cease. It&#8217;s up to you. Take her away!&#8221;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Once again, Megan was tied up under the cage and her whole body cruelly lashed, this time under the Warden&#8217;s gaze, so her torments were even worse than the previous day. Once again she tried not to scream and once again, after a dozen lashes, she uttered a piteous scream of pure pain as the lash cut into her. But this time she heard a voice coming from inches away.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;Be brave, Megan! I didn&#8217;t scream like that! Nor should you!&#8221; said Clarissa&#8217;s voice. And Megan closed her mouth and forced herself to keep quiet until they had finished with her.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">When they cut her down she folded up and collapsed. Even cold water thrown over her quivering raw body failed to revive her.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;That mad bitch has killed her!&#8221; thought the guard with the twisted grin. But Megan was not dead, merely exhausted and dehydrated. After they had taken her inside and given her food and drink she revived and was put in the punishment cell for the night. Next day she was not beaten again and after a week had almost recovered. </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">With Megan feeling better, she and Stella started again to think of escape. But with both of them denied clothing they would not be able to smuggle the water bottle out of the prison. And having lost one truck, the prison staff would be guarding the replacement very zealously. It was agreed that they would have to wait until the weather cooled and hopefully it rained.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">&#8220;If we came across a few pools of water here and there - that would be all we needed&#8221; said Stella.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Meanwhile the days dragged on until Miranda had been tied down for two long weeks. As for the girl in the cage and her helper, they had already become fixtures, scarcely looked at by the other women, all of whom had plenty of troubles of their own now that the Warden&#8217;s insanity, aided by drunkenness, was causing so many backs to be torn to shreds each day.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Megan and Stella had all but decided to make a run for it one night, when they were finally rescued and the nightmare was over.</span></font><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"> <br> </body> </html>

<!doctype html public "-//w3c//dtd html 4.0 transitional//en"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> <meta name="Author" content="Harry"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Mozilla/4.7 [en] (WinNT; U) [Netscape]"> <title>20 - Guilt finally purged - Victory</title> </head> <body> <br>.......................................................................................................... <br>ANNIE AND ERIC <p>Annie was in charge! She had been a little lonely these past three weeks. Joanne was still suspended in the cage, purging her guilt rather painfully, and dieting rather severely at the same time. Francesca had gone off to the nearest village to arrange for the camp to be provisioned and try to recruit a few lusty and brave local wenches to the cause. Annie had been in charge for three days now and was making the most of her time in control. <p>Rosie was seeing to the prisoner once daily. The acting Commander was too busy with her responsibilities. Fran might be gone for weeks. Rosie had reported that Joanne had needed to be reminded several times of the need to show respect and bear herself bravely. Annie had been disappointed to hear that her friend still displayed these signs of weakness. It did not bode well for Joanne's future! <p>Josephine was a great help, of course, but that was all the proper support she had, since Francesca had taken Frieda off with her to the village. Lucky pair! It seemed such a long time before Jo was due to be back. Silly Joanne! Brave and honourable, but silly and not very considerate, leaving poor Annie all alone at nights! It was still very cold at night. <p>This particular day she had roused all the girls a little before dawn and taken them on a ten mile run down into the densely wooded valley. It was becoming a little warmer by this time, at least at these lower altitudes, and the entire party were soon sweating. The undergrowth, containing briars and sundry other thorny vegetation, had played havoc with everyones bodies. There was not one of the young women who did not sport a myriad of scratches, many bleeding, by the time the run was half finished. <p>Annie called a temporary halt as they reached a forest clearing. The exhausted girls flopped onto the grass, panting and inwardly cursing this diminutive Tartar. <p>My feet hurt and Im cut all over moaned one of them. <p>On your lazy feet, you stormed Annie at the lady in question. Come over here! <p>The unfortunate complainer did as she was told. Annie drew herself up to her full height and stuck out her firm determined chin. <p>Of course your feet hurt - you stupid girl! You arent wearing shoes - idiot! What do you expect - HALF-WIT! We all have sore feet. And of course youre scratched. You dont have any clothes on and the woods full of thorns. We are all scratched, but WE dont beef about it. And another thing! On the way back we run through a forest of nettles, so by the time we get back to camp well all be stung as well! Now get back into line and the rest of you MOVE! <p>Annie pretended not to hear, later on, as the screaming and protesting moaner was picked up by half a dozen of her fellows and cast bodily into the nettles, not once, but several times to everyone's huge amusement, ensuring she was stung over her whole body and not just her legs. <p>When they were back at the camp, Annie dismissed the rest but called Annette, the unhappy sore footed lady over to her. She directed her to a level area covered with many razor sharp stones. <p>Now! Mark time where you stand! Come on LEFT_RIGHT LEFT RIGHT! Get those knees up chest high and DRIVE those feet onto the ground HARD. HARDER!! Youll know all about sore feet after a few hours of that! <p>She left an impressed Josephine to see that the poor girl was kept hard at it and went to organise the rest of the women. <p>Later on Annie rested after overseeing the digging of some latrines. Later, there would be another forced march. Those girls really had to be watched every second if they were to kept hard at it! Anybody would think this was some of Girl Guide camp, the way they behaved. There was a war to fight and an army to train, and some of these airheads thought that it was all a joke and an adventure. <p>And then, as she was about to get back to work, there was this tall, bronzed and bearded youth toiling up the hillside towards her! As soon as she had seen who he was, Annie had forgotten her newly conferred importance and scampered down the hill towards her long lost and almost forgotten boyfriend, rushing up to him and, on tiptoe, putting her arms around him , bestowing kiss after frenzied kiss on that handsome and excitingly bearded face! <p>Oh, Darling, darling, darling Eric! Its so lovely to see you again! And what a surprise, all the way down here! You look so gorgeous! I love that beard, Eric! I still recognised you, though! Its been such a long time, my love! Just think of all the things weve got to talk about! To say nothing of the things we have to do! <p>They went into Annies lonely tent - lonely no more! - and settled down together. She admired the muscularity of his bare arms and shoulders. It had been a long climb and, despite the coolness of the Spring morning, he had been heated by the exercise, removing his coat and shirt. <p>Youve really filled in a lot, Eric! Thats an impressive load of muscle youve built up. I could eat you, Eric! I really could, you gorgeous heap of man! <p>Eric and Annie took a while to renew their acquaintanceship and exchange stories. Eric had gone over to the rebels after Annies arrest. He had partly been shamed into it. If that little girl was a rebel, then so would he be and maybe one day rescue her from wherever the State had put her, or avenge her if she had died. <p>Finally he remembered why he had been sent here. <p>Where is Joanne Esterhazy? Your leader, Annie! I have some messages for her from general Anderson. <p>Oh. Joannes hanging about somewhere giggled Annie with callous humour! Gosh! But it was good to have Eric around again! Not very bright, but a real hunk of a man! <p>She cant see anyone, Im afraid Eric. Its a long story, but Francescas in charge - the new Dukes missing daughter! And Frans away for a few weeks so Im the boss for the time being. You can give me your messages and Ill see Joanne gets them if needed. <p>Eric supposed that would have to suffice. He emphasised that the general wanted a reply soon. He was most anxious to have Joannes opinions about several things, now that the State was under new and more aggressive management. <p>Hows Angela? asked Annie after they had made love for about the seventh time. She had never really taken to her, especially after all that time spent on the beach with a raw back, but felt it only polite to express an interest. <p>In the guardroom, Annie and shes due to stay there for a long time to come. She made a pretty bad mistake and got a lot of good men killed because she was so careless. She was flogged before the whole regiment and permanently reduced to the ranks. Id say she was silly not to stay with you. <p>Im glad she didnt! replied Annie. She was a bit generous with her strict punishments for my liking! Not that it hasnt taught us all a thing or two about discipline. Ive been whipped quite a bit, Eric. Take a look! And she was pretty brutal to Joanne, although I admit she was fair according to her upbringing and training. Can you stay a few days, Eric, darling? In the evenings I get a bit lonely nowadays. I can guarantee youll have a great time! <p>Yes, I heard about her temporary command and the reason for it! You certainly know how to be hard on each other! And, yes, Annie I can stay a while. The general seemed to think it would be good for us both! <p>Annie took Eric to look around the camp. <p>That girl being punished? he asked, pointing at the wretched Annette, well into her third hour of marking time and looking ready to fall over with pain and exhaustion. <p>No, Eric! She loves doing that all day long! What do you think! <p>Eric reddened at this and Annie apologised for her sarcasm. He looked at his girl and saw how much she had changed from the sweet innocent he had known a few months ago. He like what he saw, though, and was proud of her. <p>How long can you stay, Eric? she asked. <p>Well - I think about thirty days. <p>Good! You must promise not to cover up that lovely hairy chest until you leave us! I'm afraid Joanne still won't be available then, Eric. There's unfinished business left over from the Island. But it will be great to have you around. Francesca will be back before you leave, though and you can give her your messages. The girls need a boost to their morale and so do I! And you cant just hang about in my tent all the time waiting for me to come home after a hard days work! I have lots of things for a big strong man to do around here! We cant let those lovely muscles go to seed, can we darling! <p>FRIEDA AND FRANCESCA <p>I like this village, Freddy! Reminds me of a place Daddy took me too once, years ago, just after Mummy died. We were so close at that time, and he had never yet laid a hand on me. After that things just went downhill! <p>Shut up Fran! I hate it when you talk and talk! Lets make love, not talk! <p>Francesca Moroni, daughter of the latest despot, obeyed her lovers command and ceased prattling. Once they had finished their pleasant antics, both of them fell asleep. Frieda was the first to wake up. She prodded Francesca in the ribs. Francesca woke up abruptly. <p>I could have you whipped for that! Trouble is, youd most likely enjoy it! I know I would, as long as you were doing it! <p>You bet, Fran! Lets try it, one day! Weve tried everything else by this time! giggled Frieda. "Not as much fun as both of us being whipped together though! Lucky old Joanne gets all the decent whipping around here! You'd think she could spare a couple of dozen lashes apiece for us!" <p>Francesca shrieked with laughter. <p>"And she'd still have hundreds left for herself!" <p>Frieda tried stuffing a bit of the bedsheet into her mouth to stop herself laughing but it was no use. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. She managed at length to gasp. "That girl might not get to do much fighting, stuck up there, but she sure as hell must hold some kind of record for being punished, and it's all voluntary, the daft bitch!" <p>The two calmed down by degrees. Francesca dived between Frieda's legs and licked away hungrily. Her tongue was busy for some time, as was Frieda's with Francesca! <p>"All that talk of floggings has made us both pretty horny, Fran!" said Frieda, raising her head briefly "You're lovely down there!" <p>"You too, darling." said Francesca, smacking her lips. "Yummy!!" <p>Frieda had an idea. It was so brilliant that the force of it made her see stars. <p>"Why don't you hand over to Annie, Fran? She's going places, that girl. In a few months, once the fighting gets going for real, she'll be a general or something - always provided she doesn't get herself killed. Then you could get yourself busted back to Private and given some lovely lashes and I can be implicated in whatever you have done and we can be flogged side by side just like that other time! Wouldn't that be great?" <p>"As long as we got the same quota of lashes, Frieda. Just think how jealous you'd be if you got less than me and had to listen to me still getting it long after your back had cooled off!" <p>"It's a risk we'll have to take, I suppose. It is a good idea, though Fran - admit it! We'd be able to sleep together every night and never need to pretend to be different again!" <p>"And if you were an officer, we could share officer's quarters and have a bit of privacy, not having a whole barrack room full of jealous girls listen to us make love every night!" <p>"It would be fun to be flogged again though." <p>Francesca agreed. After that experience of being punished side by side with her darling, nothing had measured up in terms of sheer excitement. And paying someone would not be the same. It had to be a genuine punishment from which there was no escape or it wouldn't be half the fun! Then she took her mind back to Frieda's poke in the ribs. <p>"Why did you wake me, sweetheart?" <br> <br>I woke you because I think there are visitors who wish to speak to us. <p>Visitors turned out to be a delegation from the village. Three young and naked girls stood behind the village elders. The mayor waited until the two rebel girls came out to meet them. <p>We have delegated these three to be our contribution to the Amazon rebels. Dont worry! They are all eager volunteers. They cant wait to start fighting. Two of them lost brothers and one her boy friend - arrested and shot for talking out of turn on a visit to the Castle. They have burnt their clothes and swear never to wear any more until we are free. They will carry the provisions up to the camp and report for duty at the same time. <p>Both Francesca and Frieda warned the three volunteers that discipline was strict in their elite corps. Even the slightest offences were punishable either by whipping, staking out or confinement to a tiny cage - possibly a combination of all three. Training was hard and tiring and the coming battle would see many dead and even the survivors might well be maimed for the rest of their days. <p>All three agreed to abide by all this and insisted that nothing would stop them playing their part. <p>Francesca thanked the mayor and directed the three girls to report to Annie. They then went back to bed. As they lay side by side they relived the excitement of their joint whipping at Angelas behest on the island. They agreed that they must experience that thrill again and soon! What fun they were having as they lay together, warm and snug. Poor Joanne, cold and hungry in her resumed penitence was far from their thoughts! <p>Later that day they set off for the next village, further down the valley. This part of the country seemed a fertile recruiting ground. By the time their leader was free to join them, they hoped to have doubled the size of their group. This should be the kind of optimum number agreed with Joanne before she had been left to continue her penance. <p>In the meantime, Annie had sadly bid adieu to Eric after he had been persuaded to extend his visit by fourteen days. Eric was a sweet boy and so strong now, but Jo was nicer and more interesting to talk to! Boys were better, though! <p>Annie decided to read the general's messages herself. They were mostly about the coming campaign, for which they had a month to prepare. Joanne would not be ready, stuck up the mountain. It would be up to Annie to get the women ready and she knew she could do it! Eric returned to the general with Annie's reply. <p>"Looks like Miss Esterhazy is a broken reed, my boy." the general toild Eric. "I know she felt guilty about what happened on the island, but she should be able to put that behind her. While the rest of us fight, she has to go on her guilt trip. Let her rot up in that cage, that's what I say!" <p>................................................................................................................ <br>JOANNE <p>Joanne was weak and in constant pain after having been in the cage for sixteen long and cold weeks. She had lost many pounds in weight, what with the meagre diet. The weather was still cold and at that height the night times had been worse than on the island. <p>During the last few days she had been increasingly desperate for all this to be over and had been counting the seconds in her anguished yearning for freedom and the chance to stretch her limbs again. Another day of this and she would go out of her mind. Annie was coming up the slope, together with Rosie whose had been the only face she had seen in all that time. <p>How is the prisoner? asked Annie, looking directly at the pale and anguished face of her closest friend. She saw with a spasm of shock that her hair had many white streaks after so many weeks suffering. <p>Not well, Annie. Not at all well. <p>I am in command now, Prisoner! You should address me as Maam. And you look well enough to me. I don't like complainers who can't take their punishment cheefully. You aren't coming out just yet! Joanne felt her insides turn to jelly and her heart sank. Panic rose inside her at the thought that the long imprisonment was still not over. She saw how pointless and counter productive a plea for mercy would be, so she stifled her instincts and kept silent. <p>Annie turned to Rosie. <p>Has the prisoner been of good behaviour during her captivity? <p>Not at all times, Acting Commander. She three times failed to address me with sufficient respect. I think we agreed that I was to be addressed as Guard at all times. <p>Any other matters to report to me? <p>Rosie nodded. She complained about the food we gave her on six occasions. I have a note of all the times. <p>Annie looked at Joanne. Is all this true, Prisoner? <p>Joanne nodded . <p>I expect a spoken answer, Prisoner. <p>Yes, Maam. <p>And you still intend to abolish the whip and the cage when you resume command? <p>I do. <p>I have decided that they must be retained and this is the view of the entire group. We are a hardened and disciplined force now, Prisoner Esterhazy. We have already been in battle against the enemy and have lost two dead and several more were wounded. We can't afford to be soft, not now the war is beginning in earnest. You will stay where you are until you agree to accept our decision. Will you agree now? <p>Joanne pushed feebly against the bars, desperate to be free. Knowing that the great struggle was already under way made her frustration almost too painful to bear. She had been here too long to have any thought other than being able once more to move. It was almost more than she could stand to see the longed for release cruelly postponed. But she had her principles. She shook her head. <p>Very well. You remain here. I shall be back to see you in twenty days. You will not attempt to speak to your guard at any time until then and your rations will be reduced. Failure to serve yout punishment cheerfully and obediently will be penalised. <br> <br> <br> <br> <p>........................................................................................................... <p>ANNIE, FRANCESCA AND FRIEDA <p>Annie? <p>Yes, Fran? <p>I want to make a suggestion that might surprise you. I have been watching you these past weeks when Joanne has been away. You have changed a lot, Annie. Gone is the sweet little girl who got into this by accident. You have become hard and ruthless and in many ways not very nice to know. I think you should be the leader. The women would follow you anywhere after that last fight and so would I! How about it? <p>And what role to you intend for yourself, not to mention Joanne? <p>Ill be at your disposal. Frankly, I am so devoted to Frieda and she to me that we only want to be the same rank, whatever it is. <p>OK Fran. Ill promote her to Lieutenant. And I must ask you both to be discreet about your affair. Its not good for discipline! <p>Francesca looked relieved and she smiled. And what about Joanne? Shes served her twenty extra days tomorrow. What if she agrees to our continued use of the whip and the cage? Will you hand back command to her? <p>I suppose so, Fran, although it will be a mistake. I agree that she will play a leading part in the new country after victory and will be a good leader, full of ideas for restoring civilisation .But I doubt that she is tough enough mentally to take all the brutal decisions well need to in the war ahead. This business of wanting to purge her guilt and all that. It's nonsense, Fran! She should just have kept her mouth shut in the first place, but she's weak - too weak to lead in battle. It makes me sad to say that of such a dear friend, but that's how I feel now. <p>Francesca nodded. Although she still remembered Joannes saving her life after the wreck,it was a while since she has seen her and the thought of being led by Annie was too attractive for her to want the original leader back. <br> <p>JOANNE <p>Have you decided, Prisoner Esterhazy? Will you accept that we keep the whip and the cage as instruments of discipline? <p>I accept, Acting Commander. What the Hell! All Joanne wanted was to get out of this horrible tiny cage and be free to move her arms and legs again. Where was the key? Surely there couldn't be yet more delay. Could they not see she was almost done for? <p>Good. And now we come to the matter of the nine offences reported by your guard when we last met. Also there are two instances of insubordination to me. I award ten extra days for each of your nine acts of indiscipline in the presenceof the guard. As for your failure to address me properly, I award you twenty extra days for each offence. I further order that your final whipping be increased to three hundred lashes and that you be removed from all position of command in this unit thereafter. Do you have anything to say? <p>Joanne could hardly believe her ears! After one hundred and twenty four days of sheer hell, which she had pretty well volunteered for, here was her best friend sentencing her to remain here for one hundred and thirty more, to be followed by a ferocious and quite likely fatal beating. What had come over this sweet young thing? <p>I accept your punishment, Maam With respect, I should tell you that I shall be dead long before my extra days have been served. <p>If you are tough enough, you will survive. If you are not, then you are of no use to us. And be careful not to commit any further offences, or you will stay there for ever. <p>******************************************************************* <p>FRANCESCA AND FRIEDA <p>It was seven weeks since Joanne had been given the dreadful news that, far from being about to be freed, she was only halfway through her ordeal. Much had happened since then. Francesca and Frieda were now Lieutenants and had led sveral successful attacks. They had still hankered after another whipping, though, and decided to provoke one, after both had been a little tipsy one night. <p>And now here they were, tied to adjacent wooden frames, their arms and legs stretched wide apart. Their feet were not able to touch the ground. It was obvious to an observer that they had both been there for some time. Both victims' long hair was tied up leaving the two backs, one slim and tapering and the other small and compact, free to receive unprotected the searing flail of the lash. That lash had been making their lives painful for a while now. <p>As both agony stricken women knew, they were due to be here for much, much longer. They also knew that it would be useless to plead with Annie. Annie was known by now to mean what she said and never go back on her word. Their long wished for whipping had hardly started and already they were bitterly regretting their stupidity! When they heard her pronounce sentence they had half opened their mouths to protest but a look from that heartless young madam had shut them up again. <p>"Wise of you, for a very welcome change! Any protest and you'd have got even more. Take them away!" <p>That had been half an hour ago and, already it seemd like for ever. Their first whipping, at Angela's behest, had been fifteen lashes, but this was due to be eight hundred. No one had ever heard of a punishment on this scale. Neither girl could walk to the whipping frame to receive their punishment; their legs had turned to jelly and they had needed to be half dragged and half carried. Those of the battalion who had not been co-opted to wield the whips on the foolish couple stood around expectantly. When the two smooth backs had received their first lash, trickles of blood had appeared. Now both girls were shedding blood copiously and their torment had scarcely begun. <br> <p>"One hundred and Twenty"sang out Josephine, who was in charge of the punishment. <br> <p>Two whips hissed angrily through the air yet again, each on to a very sore back. A team of three pairs of strong Amazons were lined up behind Francesca and Frieda, both broken to Private. They had allowed their infatuation for each other and the open abandonment of their love-making to offend Annie once too often. As a result they were getting their wish and getting it in spades! The pair who had given them their last twenty lashes handed the whips to the next team. Fran took advantage of the slight intermission to whisper to Frieda. <p>"OK my sweet?" <p>"Piece of cake, darling. Love you!" <p>Annie never missed a trick. <p>"Stop talking! Aren't you two disgusting perverts in enough trouble as it is? You each get fifty more for that!" <p>"One hundred and twenty one" barked Josephine, trying not to look too hard at the bloody backs as they suffered yet more lacerating blows. She had warned and pleaded with that idiot pair not to push their luck, but they took no notice! Maybe this would make them see sense! <p>"One hundred and twenty two" <p>Both girls jerked under the impact of the resumed flogging. Each bit her already chewed-up lip and contrived to remain silent. This was far more than either had bargained for and they were beginning to wish they had been more discreet and gone and found someone in the village to beat them. They had deliberately brought this on themselves but had never imagined the sentence would be this severe. Neither had uttered a sound so far, except for their overheard conversation. Francesca found she could still get some pleasure from the combined thrill of hearing Frieda being flogged beside her and feeling the leather cut deeper into her own back, but the pleasure was wearing off fast and would be replaced shortly by nothing but pain. She recalled the sight, both back on the Island and later here, of Joanne's tortured young bodybeing sliced by the lash, exposing her ribs. She knew that this was what was happening to her. After today, neither of the two lovers were to step out of line again and none of the other women, seeing how merciless Annie was being to her two best friends, would risk a fate as terrible as this. <p>Another change-over. Another all too brief respite. This time both girls held their peace. They did not even dare dare turn their heads towards each other to give a bit of encouragement, having been warned to face straight ahead at all times. The whipping went on and on. <p>"One hundred and forty one." <p>Frieda heard a gasp from Francesca. She herself, hard as she was, was beginning to crack and the floggers were not even a quarter of the way done with them yet! Not wishing Fran to be left alone to face the inevitable penalty for making a noise, she uttered a similar gasp herself and both got fifty more from the sharp-eared Annie. The pair fainted three times during the interminable course of their punishment and were revived with cold water. At one point, Annie saw that the teams were tiring and called over some other women to take the place of the most exhausted. These two were going to be taught a lesson they would never forget and she was to make sure that each lash was as merciless as the last, right up to the end. <p>Finally. <p>"Nine Hundred! Punishment complete, Ma'am." <p>Annie strode up to them, her hard bare feet squelching through the blood on the ground. She looked sternly at the two semi conscious women. <p>"Next time you two perverts think of using me to gratify some pathetic kinky fantasy, maybe you'll think again! Do you think I'm stupid or something. DO YOU?? ANSWER ME UNLESS YOU WANT SOME MORE!!" <p>"No, Ma'am." said Francesca. "We were the stupid ones!" <p>Frieda nodded her assent to this. She was consumed with guilt to think that it had been her crazy idea in the first place and she had brought this on her beloved Francesca. There was a fear in her heart that she might have lost her love. <p>When they were cut down they folded into a motionless heap on the ground, lying in a pool of their mingled blood. As they were taken away to recover, Frieda opened her eyes for a second and saw Fran grin weakly at her. "Love you for ever, my darling." she whispered faintly and passed out. Frieda knew Fran was still hers and shed a tear of gratitude. <p>They were in the makeshift infirmary for seven weeks after that, lying side by side on their stomachs and delirious for much of the time. With use of the remaining supply of ointment forbidden by Annie, they healed only slowly and suffered many more agonies before they were better. Both would bear the marks for years afterwards. Although their love had only been deepened by passing side by side through such horror, from then on they were to remember that they were soldiers first and lovers a very distant second. They would both hate Annie for the rest of their days. Annie knew this but did not care <p>As far as Annie was concerned, Frieda was a real soldier who had been led astray by that spoiled rich kid Francesca and Francesca was responsible for leading Frieda astray. They both richly deserved what had happened to them. She was forced to admit, though, that both had been incredibly brave and this was something she set great store by - hence her growing contempt for Joanne. In due course both were reinstated as officers. <p>************************************************************************************************************************ <br> <br> <p>How is she today, Lieutenant Moroni? <p>Joanne had finally served her time in the cage. <p>Improving, Commander. Shes still a bit bent over, but shes getting the stiffness out of her joints. We had a lady from the village up here to look at her, yesterday, when you were away. She worked on her for hours, rubbing all kinds of foul smelling things into her and going up and down her spine, bashing away at her. Jo said she felt miles better afterwards, although it looked pretty painful to me <p>Bring her to see me, please. <p>Joanne, under guard, was marched in to Annies tent. She was still very weak after more than ten months confinement. Thirty more days had been added to her sentence. Rosie had seen her crying one morning a few days after being told she had much longer still to serve. Annie had been summoned and given her the extra time for being a coward. After fifty long terrible days of living in fear of committing further offences, Joanne had found dull resignation take over and come to accept her position. By the time she was released it was all the same to her whether they let her out or not. <p>Any better, Prisoner Esterhazy? <p>A lot better, thank you Commander. I guess Ill be fine and straightened up to get my last three hundred lashes nine days from now! <p>Thats what I like to hear, Prisoner. That will be all. Dismissed! <p>*************************************************************************************** <p>Two Hundred and Ninety <p>Joanne was almost through the final stage of her long and painful expiation. Once more, her back was raw and bleeding and a pool of blood was forming at her feet. This time she had avoided making a sound until well into the third hundred, but after the two hundred and fiftieth lash had descended, wielded by a fresh and strong girl who had been longing for this chance to punish the woman who had defeated Angela, for whom she still felt great loyalty, she could contain herself no longer and began to scream. Now there only ten more to come. <p>The prisoner will stop that noise! I am getting sick of it. Start again at two hundred and fifty when that cowardly whining started. shouted Annie. This time I do not expect to hear a sound. <p>Joanne controlled herself after that and received three hundred and forty lashes that day. When the ordeal was over, Annie addressed the women. <p>For her cowardice in crying out, I award the prisoner two hundred more days in the cage, to be followed by five hundred lashes. The cage will be brought down from the mountain and placed in the middle of the encampment for all to see how cowardice is punished. Take her up the hill and put her inside. She will be brought down in the morning. <p>Francesca and Frieda saw this and wandered away from the rest of the women. <p>"We still hold the record for the biggest single whipping then." whispered Frieda. "And we didn't scream like she did. You let out a gasp of course and I joined you, but we never screamed like that. I'm so proud of us both!" <p>"Me too" replied Francesca, loking at her lover's seamed back and rubbing her own equally terrible scars. It had been a terrible experience but they had come through it and were still together. "Mind you, Joanne has a bigger total already than us and after her last five hundred, she'll be a hard act for anyone to follow! I think I'm happy for her record to stand!" <p>********************************************************************************************** <p>A month after this the group, now highly trained and deadly in combat, were sent out on a dangerous mission. Joanne was left behind with only a couple of guards for company. After ten days, the fighters returned. Several were missing., among them Frieda. Francesca was badly wounded and scarcely able to stand. Annie had been hit by one bullet which had passed through her thigh, chipping the bone and another which had made a terrible mess of her shoulder. She had led from the front throughout, keeping up the others fighting spirit when all seemed hopeless. Annie had walked every step of the way back, carrying her rifle, despite the pain from her wounds and the loss of blood. <p>Joanne watched this heroic group from her confinement and bitterly regretted that her own moral weaknesses had prevented her from leading a battalion that had been partly her own inspiration. Annie must have had some similar thought. She made sure that the wounded were being cared for and comforted the distraught Francesca. After this she came limping over to Joanne. <p>We won a great victory against the Government, Jo. I hope youre proud of us. After all, this army would never have been formed had it not been for you. I would release you if I followed my instincts. Of course I can't do that, but I'm sure there will still be plenty of fighting for you to do after we let you go. <p>Joanne served the rest of her time without committing any further offences. She survived the terrible flogging, whose marks she would carry for the rest of her life, and uttered not a sound from start to finish. After her release she was involved in many actions against the enemy. She showed herself to be a brave and resourceful soldier and was finally commissioned by Annie, who was now a many times wounded and much decorated Brigadier. Joanne stood proudly to attention as her naked former protg placed the Lieutenants badge in her greying hair. <p>As the rebel campaign began to drive the government further and further back, Joanne was invited by the Rebel Council to take up a leading role in the provisional government. She left the group that she had helped to form, and the new leader, Annie. Until the end of the war, as the representative on the council of the Naked Amazons she was to remain unclothed herself. <p>Two years later, after victory had been won, Joanne, now a senior Minister in the new government bumped into the splendidly uniformed Annie at a reception in the liberated Castle. She gasped at the sight of this once frail and sweet person, now a proud General. Annie, too, was greying and her face was lined prematurely. Saddest of all was the sight of one empty sleeve pinned to her side. How tragic that the poor girl should have lost not only her youth but an arm as well. All those medals, including the very highest awards for bravery the State could confer, were no substitute for what had been lost. <p>Annie must have been thinking something similar about Joanne. <p>"You needn't have spent all those months in that cage, Joanne. Did you ever regret putting yourself at Angela's mercy and then mine?" <p>The newly appointed Minister shook her head. Her hair might be quite white and her shoulders might sag, but her calm grey eyes were as clear and beautiful as ever. <p>"No, Annie. I made a mistake. Mistakes cost lives and have to be paid for. I got off lightly. I can see now that once our group had been formed it was for others to lead it. I had plenty of time to think of the future during those sixteen months captivity. It taught me patience and never to give up hope. I'm so sorry you lost that arm. When did it happen?" <p>"During the final assault, Jo. Maybe it could have been saved in the old days when there were clever doctors with all sorts of equipment and drugs, but there was no choice but to hack it off just above the elbow. It hurt, Jo - worse than anything I've ever known. But I didn't cry out once. I'm a soldier." <p>"Do you know how Francesca is? I have not seen her for months." asked Joanne. <p>"Living with her darling Frieda" replied Annie. <p>Frieda had not been killed in action but wounded and captured. They had rescued her from prison more dead than alive. <p>" She nursed her back to health and they are going away together for a long holiday. Fran is very rich, you know." <p>Joanne knew very well just how rich Francesca was. Her father had been shot on the first day after the victory and all his estates had been awarded to his gallant daughter. <p>"Does Francesca still hate you, Annie?" <p>"Yes. I think it was more for what I did to Frieda, though. I don't doubt that she would forgive me if she had been the only one to get whipped. But I knew what a weird pair they were, Joanne. We had a war on and those two were obsessed with each other and it was getting to infect the whole company. That's why I had them both flogged in front of everyone. I didn't enjoy it, but you don't expect to enjoy yourself when in command - and it was Francesca who stood aside in my favour." <p>"I bet she's regretted it ever since that day!" said Joanne, who was recalling to mind the way she herself had been humbled and tortured because of this once so sweet little thing! <p>***************************************************************************************************** <p>FRANCESCA AND FRIEDA <p>"Not even a teeny weeny whipping, Frieda, darling?" <p>The couple were reclining on a white sanded beach beside a blue sea on an island owned by Francesca and once the property of her late father. Both girls were in better shape now. Francesca had got her hands on a supply of the ointment and they had been treating each others horribly marked backs for some days. Already the scar tissue was begining to give way to skin. The trouble was that the process involved an enormous amount of itching and both girls were beside themselves, scratching away at each other to relieve the symptoms! <p>"Not even that, Francesca my adorable love! Not even a little tap. I'm cured of that particular fetish. Well and truly cured." <p>"You don't mean that. I mean you can't!" Francesca pouted. "Admit it, Frieda. After the first six hundred you quite liked it really." <p>"Mad bitch! Don't stop scratching, Fran! It's the only thing stopping me going mad!" <p>"Frieda, sweetheart?" <p>"What Fran my love?" <p>"How many lashes did Joanne get altogether?" <p>"I don't know. I was away from you all for a while. You tell me!" <p>"Four hundred on the island. Six hundred and forty while you were still with us and five hundred when she came out of the cage for the last time. Plus another two hundred in tens and twenties for various minor offences after that. Annie was on to her for the least little thing! Then she got her commission and after that she left us. That's seventeen hundred and forty, Frieda! And all we got was a pesky nine hundred and fifteen. Don't you feel ashamed? Don't you want to at least get level with her? To do that, we need to get another eight hundred and forty. What do you say?" <p>"If it made you happy, Fran, then I'd go along! But nine hundred of ours was in one go. And we never squealed except for one measly little grunt which was neither here nor there. She screamed and blubbed like a little girl. We beat her Fran." <p>Fran could see that Frieda was not really convinced. Both girls felt a stirring of excited anticipation as they imagined themdelves tied to yet another whipping frame stripped and ready to be whipped until the blood ran. Their vulvas started throbbing and filling with juices. Soon they were licking and sucking each other in a frenzy of lust. When they finally lay back, panting with joyful exhaustion, their minds were made up. <p>"How do we set about it, Fran, darling? Get someone and pay him I suppose. Do we get them all at once or in little stages?" <p>"We rejoin the Army, Frieda my sweet. And we take our beatings where and when we can provoke them to whip us. It'll start off easy I suppose and we'll get heavier punishments as our records get more appalling! With that cow Annie in charge, discipline is more ferocious than ever. I suggest we sign up for a couple of years and be really bad girls. I reckon we can get twice Joanne's total in that time! Admit it, Frieda. We're not ready to retire just yet awhile! And you liked the Army before I met you!" <p>"I still do, Francesca. But how do we know we'll be kept together and whipped together?" <p>"It's all arranged Frieda! I have influence! Money buys a lot of things even in the brave idealistic world of today! Once we are posted to the North, where there are still pockets of resistance, we are on our own, but we'll be kept together. We'll be on the same unit and stay there for our entire service. There'll be patrols and the occasional skirmish. No major campaigns are planned - we're going to wait and let the remnants gradually give up. And it's an elite unit, Frieda. We'll be with the Naked Amazons up in the North where it's frosty and cold for much of the year and only the toughest of the Amazons can live and function out on patrol in all weathers. That's us, Frieda. The toughest of them all and the most whipped of them all - or we will be!" <p>They both drank to their shared and painful future. Next day they were at the recruiting office. After a week they were in their new camp, being read the usual lecture by the CO. "Play fair by me and I'll play fair by you. Step out of line and you'll be sorry. This is a crack unit and discipline is tough. Cary on girls!" <p>"Discipline tough, eh! Good. Some things never change do they.?" <p>They went into the barrack room and a few other women moved menacingly in their direction. <br> <br> <p>THE END <br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>10 Things get Even Worse but is There Hope at Last</title> </head> <body> <br> <br> Philippa stooped over her crystal ball. It had been a rattling good show last night! She had gone contentedly to bed after watching the unbeliever Roberta fight the bandit Alfonso and nearly die, her naked body sliced up time and time again before she forced the coward to give in, even though he wasn&#8216;t hurt nearly as badly as she. She was without doubt a great fighter - quite the very best. Whatever weapons she used, sword, arrow, her own body or the whip, she always prevailed. But she wished the woman would become a believer. If Roberta did she might be inclined to help her and maybe save her from a bit of grief along the way.<br> <br> Rodolfo came to back of the cave and greeted the elderly seer.<br> <br> "How&nbsp; goes, it Philippa? What progress are the brave Roberta and her faithful Paula making? They should have been back at the palace weeks ago. Even on foot they should be back by this time!"<br> <br> "She keeps being distracted, Rodolfo! And the newly formed and exceedingly&nbsp; active Ladies' League for Truth and Decency make her life a misery wherever she goes, egging on the Councillors and Mayors to work her half to death and then put her on display and whip the hide off her. She, the proud woman, refuses to dress in decent apparel and is whipped from pillar to post! The burning fiery leather kisses fall thick and fast upon that strong back and her torment has not finished yet!"<br> <br> A reedy and malevolent cackle issued from her withered frame.<br> <br> "How many times have they thus assaulted the person of one of the King's trustiest servants?" Rodolfo sounded angry. He was angry. Extremely angry - totally pissed off. He had thought Roberta&#8217;s painful exoneration should have been the end of her troubles with the whip, not the start.<br> <br> "She has been flogged three times since leaving us behind. And if you take her recent duel with our colleague Alfonso into account - four. One community flayed her twice, despite the help she gave them out of the goodness of her heart. Quite a victim of injustice is our good Roberta! HE HE HEE HE HEEE!"<br> <br> She started wheezing helplessly and looked close to collapse.<br> <br> "Well, I don't like it! She needs our help. I'll ride in the direction she took and ensure she meets no more such disgraceful indignities. I&#8217;ll teach those confounded Decency and Truth Ladies a lesson they&#8216;ll never forget! Flog a few of them and see how they like it! I'll go and pick out a dozen good riders and we shall be with her inside a week! Then she shall have an escort back to the Palace and suffer no more."<br> <br> It took the cunning Philippa a couple of fainting fits and a threat to bewitch the entire bandit company to dissuade the chivalrous Rodolfo. With sadness in his heart he contented himself with saying a few prayers for the heroic Golden Guard and her travails in a world where the dreaded Ladies League was going from strength to strength, their spies lying in wait to track Roberta's progress and have her hauled before the magistrates at whatever place she stayed.<br> <br> He guessed, correctly, that the ostensibly respectable League was in alliance with the rebels. Their supposed Puritanism was merely an excuse to shred the long suffering Roberta&#8217;s&nbsp; back time and time again. In time they hoped to get the entire Golden Guard either disbanded or fully clothed, either of which eventuality would be a disaster. He cursed these dreadful people. And if he couldn&#8217;t go to Roberta&#8217;s aid himself he would send a couple of his best men to see what they could do to help.<br> <br> He gave them their instructions late that night and they stole silently out of the camp while Philippa still slept. But one had to be up very early in the day to get the better of Philippa! Philippa might be asleep, but her watchful Black Cat was wide awake and taking notes!<br> <br> As soon as she awoke in the morning, Tiddles (her Black Cat) leapt onto her bed and warned her of Rodolfo&#8217;s continuing concern for Roberta. She cackled again. Fond of evil cackling, was Philippa!<br> <br> ******************************<br> <br> INTERLUDE<br> <br> &#8220;Twenty Five&#8221; <br> <br> WHOOOOOSH!! CRACK!!!<br> <br> The latest impact of Roberta&#8217; swishy and well used cane, as it came thundering down on to&nbsp; Paula&#8217;s red, sore arse echoed crisply in the frosty air through the verdant woodland grove.<br> <br> &#8220;Thank you, Slave!&#8221;<br> <br> Twenty Six&#8221;<br> <br> SWISH!! CRACK!!<br> <br> &#8220;Thank you Slave! That will be all for now!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Twenty Seven!&#8221;<br> <br> SWISH CRACK!<br> <br> &#8220;Ouch! Are you deaf!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Twenty Eight!&#8221;<br> <br> Whoooosh CRACK!<br> <br> &#8220;Fucking stop it this minute, Slave! &#8220;<br> <br> &#8220;Twenty Nine!&#8221; <br> <br> Etc. etc,<br> <br> *****************************<br> <br> &#8220;Fifty five&#8221;<br> <br> CRACK!<br> <br> &#8220;That&#8217;s all for tonight, Mistress! But I think I&#8217;ll leave the Mistress tied up for the night. Sleep well, Mistress Paula!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta threw a blanket over the naked and red bottomed Paula, who rubbed her wounded posterior for a few seconds before falling asleep. Even before the caning had got out of hand, she had not been feeling too great for some reason. <br> <br> Then Roberta opened the saddle bags and went through Paula&#8217;s possessions. She paid particular attention to the couple&#8217;s store of money. There was quite a tidy sum here! Roberta&#8217;s hard work had certainly gone some way to fulfilling Philippa&#8217;s prophecy of wealth and happiness! But this store of gold pieces, sizeable though it was, could hardly be called a fortune. And Paula, despite the way she always got to sleep in comfort when they stopped off at various towns along the way, was hardly that happy. She guessed that Philippa&#8217;s forecast referred to a time after the journey was over. Not that she believed all that hocus pocus in any case!<br> <br> Roberta was satisfied that they had enough here to last for almost a year at the rate it was being spent. The grateful father, for whose daughter&#8217;s sake Roberta had almost died in a suicidally unequal struggle, had given them a lot - far more than he could afford - and she had tried in vain to refuse his offer.<br> <br> There was no need for Roberta to offer her powerful body in exchange for more money. Nothing seemed to be in the way of getting on with the journey and restoring her good name.<br> <br> &nbsp;But, as the attentive reader will have gathered, Roberta still had three more good, solid whippings to endure before we get to where we came in at the beginning of chapter six. (She didn&#8217;t count the fight with Alfonso, and nor should we). And who can say what further troubles are still in store for her, even then?<br> <br> In the morning Roberta went to get the pair some breakfast. It was two days since they had left the grateful father. This gentleman and his friends had made both girls very welcome for three very pleasant weeks. Roberta, when she had recovered sufficiently from her wounds, had asked to sleep outside at night and the understanding townsfolk had agreed, allocating a fenced off section of the village square, providing her with privacy as well as fresh and freezing&nbsp; air!<br> <br> Paula had become rather too well used to comfort, though. Getting back to normal was not exactly a welcome experience. Roberta had just caned the little girl, partly because Paula liked it and partly because she was beginning to resent her airs and graces. Damn it all, she was only a jumped up parlour maid with a bottom His Majesty liked pinching!<br> <br> Having got a nice breakfast of fried fish, Roberta went to waken her. She was horrified to see that Paula was shivering&nbsp; and seemed not to recognise her Mistress/Slave. When she felt her forehead , Roberta realised that she was burning up with fever. The girl needed to be taken somewhere warm - and quickly.<br> <br> It took Roberta, cursing herself for mistreating her beloved so cruelly the night before, only seconds to get Paula on the horse. She had to hold her to stop her falling off and she never loosed her grip until they were in the town they had been hoping to bypass but now needed to visit urgently.<br> <br> &#8220;Will you give my friend a room? And she needs a physician and nursing through her fever. We can afford to pay you well.&#8221; she asked the innkeeper.<br> <br> The host&#8217;s wife helped Roberta put Paula, now&nbsp; in a&nbsp; raving delirium, to bed.<br> <br> &#8220;Why are you naked? Are you her slave? Or have you been attacked and stripped by robbers? You have been wounded many times. You must be the notorious Roberta who fled the King&#8217;s wrath and this is Paula his favourite whom he seeks with forgiveness in his heart.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;You seem to have got the general drift of things! I was accused of treachery but was guilty of no more than stupidity. I hope to clear my name. I did not know Paula was in the clear. If I had I would have sent her back. The rigours of life on the road are clearly too much for her. Look after her well. I will be back to see how she is in seven days. One way or another, her fever will be over by then!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;It&#8217;s best you leave the town if you won&#8217;t wear clothes. You could be in for a whipping, a week in the stocks or both. Return to your camp and wait there for a messenger to bring news of your Paula.&#8221; The man&#8217;s voice was kindly and full of concern, making what followed later that day even more of a shock.<br> <br> Roberta went back to where the pair had spent the night, after first leaving enough money to pay for Paula&#8217;s accommodation and care. She also left all of her friend&#8217;s clothing and other possessions. On her way back to the clearing she cursed again. It might have been the same whether she had caned Paula or not. But she bitterly regretted the violence to her little companion&#8217;s person. <br> <br> &#8220;I won&#8217;t touch her again!&#8221; she vowed as she led the horse away. For some reason she didn&#8217;t want to mount her friend&#8217;s steed. Her place, both as a Slave and as a warrior,&nbsp; was on foot. The Golden Guard had never been mounted and, on those long powerful tireless legs, could cover many miles in a single day, keeping up their relentless running for hour after hour - as Paula had so admiringly seen on that day that their eyes had first crossed. How she missed the Guard, the camaraderie, the hard work and harder discipline! A soon as Paula was well again she would press on and allow no more distractions to impede her progress.<br> <br> Hardly had she settled herself back into the encampment and prepared for a long stay than twenty men came crashing through the undergrowth, armed with sticks and swords. Without any warning, Roberta was clubbed to the ground and beaten unconscious. She tried to fight back but it was quite hopeless against so many.<br> <br> When she came round she was tied face up to Paula&#8217;s horse, her body painfully arched backwards and her hands and feet tied together under the animal. In this very painful position she was taken back to the town. It would seem that the Ladies&#8217; League had struck again!<br> <br> But it was not the puritanical women who were responsible for Roberta&#8217;s arrest. It was Paula, as Roberta soon found when she was taken to a cellar and strapped to a table, her hands and feet secured to each of the four corners. In a niche was a brazier and a pair of bellows. In the coals, being heated white hot, were two irons. Roberta had been through this before, as her belly and chest still bore witness!<br> <br> One of her captors removed one of the white hot irons and held it before her face. She felt the heat even though it was a foot away from her. The man touched her chest, exactly where it had been seared more than a year ago in the torture chamber at the Palace. She smelt her flesh being scorched and saw the blue smoke rise from her body. The pain was worse than a thousand floggings! Three more times she had the iron held against her writhing body and the iron was put back to be re-heated. The second iron was taken out of the flame. After five applications of that, Roberta fainted.<br> <br> On recovering consciousness she found herself in a body shaped cage, scarcely large enough to hold her, and suspended from the ceiling. Her stomach and thorax hurt from the many terrible burns and she felt weak and sick. Not a single word had been said to her by the silent and masked torturers, but she knew why she was being tormented. And she knew they had hardly started on her! And she knew that, as a disobedient Slave who had physically assaulted her Mistress, she deserved it!<br> <br> The physician had examined Paula carefully and seen the marks on her bottom. These were clearly the result of a vicious and wickedly unmerciful caning. The plight of this sweet little girl angered all who saw it. Had they known that the caning was consensual, all might have been well. But Paula started talking and shouting. <br> <br> &#8220;Stop, Slave! Beat me no more. Stop it, Slave!!&#8221;<br> <br> Immediately a posse was despatched to seize the wicked and disobedient Slave and make her pay a hundred times over for what she had done to her Mistress, obviously a great lady.<br> <br> *********************************<br> <br> Paula woke up. She was in a strange room&nbsp; and in a strange if comfortable bed.<br> <br> &#8220;Suzie!!&#8221; she said. But this was not that room. This was a larger and more airy and light chamber than the cosy room at the inn where the cat had been so affectionate. A woman sat in a chair, asleep. She woke at the sound of Paula&#8217;s voice.<br> <br> &#8220;I&#8217;m not called Suzie, Paula! We have nobody called that here! You look better suddenly. My word, but we have been so worried about you! I&#8217;ll call the physician!&#8221;<br> <br> An elderly man soon hurried in and looked at the patient. He felt her forehead and smiled.<br> <br> &#8220;We are well on the mend this morning! You have had a terrible time, Paula. Terrible!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Where is Roberta? Can I see her, please. My darling Roberta!&#8221;<br> <br> A worried look passed over the kindly physician&#8217;s face.<br> <br> &#8220;Your darling Roberta? Surely you cannot mean that cruel woman and rebellious slave who beat you so badly?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;How dare you call her cruel! There is nothing cruel about her. She is the best and kindest of friends! And she&#8217;s not a slave! That&#8217;s just a silly game we play! As for the caning - that&#8217;s my idea. Call me weird, but I like it! Now, where is she? What have you done with her?&#8221;<br> <br> The doctor hurried out. Half an hour later, a pale and hardly recognisable Roberta was brought into the room. Two men were holding her. Without their aid she would have collapsed. Her upper body was covered with horrible burns and she seemed not to have eaten for days. Paula screamed at the sight of her and leapt out of bed, running across the chamber and embracing her darling companion.<br> <br> &#8220;What have they done to you, my sweet. What have they done!&#8221;<br> <br> **********************************<br> <br> &#8220;No, Paula! I will not cane you.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Just a few gentle ones? Pleeeeease!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;NO!&#8221;<br> <br> It was ten days after Roberta&#8217;s release from the torture chamber and as usual she had made a miraculously rapid recovery, but the memory of all the nasty things they had done to her was very fresh in her mind. In view of the trouble it had recently got her into, the very idea of caning that delightful backside again brought her out into a cold sweat!<br> <br> Even after she had detailed all the things they had done to her, Paula still wanted to be chastised. Selfish girl!<br> <br> For all of seven days Paula had been ill and raving and for that same seven days they had kept Roberta in that dreadful room, giving her no respite from pain, day or night. Last time she had been tortured she had hardly known what was happening because of her drugged condition, but this time her mind and perceptions had been razor sharp and crystal clear. It had not been fun!<br> <br> After the burning with white hot irons she had fainted. On waking she had been in a coffin shaped cage and hung from the ceiling. A deep bath had been placed directly under her and heated until it was scarcely bearable to be immersed in it. Needless to say, Roberta had been lowered into the nearly boiling water, gradually feeling the scalding hot liquid cover her entire body. Countless repetitions of this treatment had taken up most of the remainder of her first day.<br> <br> Next day they had subjected her to the near drowning experience from which the King&#8217;s Chief Torturer had derived so much simple pleasure over&nbsp; a year ago. The Village Tormentor, a master of his craft, had been interested to see how long Roberta could spend with her head under water and live to tell the tale. He had a theory that people could be got used to longer and longer immersions over a period of time. Roberta had been his far from willing guinea pig in this interesting experiment. After her release he had told her, his eyes shining with mad enthusiasm, that she had been able to last over a minute longer at the end of his programme of experiments than the beginning.<br> <br> Roberta was convinced that her thumbs were far flatter than she remembered them before the thumbscrew experience, although Paula assured her that she could see no difference in shape.<br> <br> &#8220;You let your imagination run away with you, darling!&#8221; she had said. &#8220;You should get out more!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta had got to know the rack extremely well during hat long and painful week.<br> <br> &#8220;I&#8217;m inches taller, Paula. Inches! And it still hurts all over.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;You look the same height to me, Roberta.&nbsp;&nbsp; Your posture is better, though. You&#8217;d been inclined to slouch recently. In the Guard they&#8217;d have pulled you up for it. You really do make the most of all your troubles, don&#8217;t you?&nbsp; I never met such a one for complaining!&#8221;<br> <br> &nbsp;And now the silly girl wouldn&#8217;t cane her any more. Just because of a few days pain! There were times when Paula almost lost all patience with her!<br> <br> As a gesture of good will the council had refunded all of Paula&#8217;s living costs and medical expenses, giving her a handsome purse full of gold pieces into the bargain. Roberta had been fed on wholesome food and allowed to sleep in the Chief Tormentor&#8217;s garden while Paula continued her recovery. Surprisingly, in view of the pain he had caused her, Roberta got on very well with this cruel gentleman and they shook hands warmly when the couple departed.<br> <br> &#8220;You are the first of my customers who never cried out, Roberta. What a wonderful girl you are! A pleasure doing business with you! Some of my clients make a terrible fuss with their shrieking and groaning. It can be very upsetting to one so sensitive as I!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I always try to show consideration to other people!&#8221; replied Roberta with perhaps a tinge of sarcasm in her voice!<br> <br> She promised to give his regards to the Chief Torturer at the Palace when she next met him.<br> <br> *****************<br> <br> &#8220;Does my illness and your torture count as an adventure, Roberta?&#8221; asked a slightly sulky Paula when it became clear that she would get no more lovely caning from her &#8220;Slave&#8221;.<br> <br> No! In view of the fact that I wasn&#8217;t whipped, we must think of it as&nbsp; more of an interlude than an adventure!<br> <br> &#8220;I do hope we have a real adventure soon, Roberta. One where you get a really imaginative whipping and I&#8217;ll get to stay in some nice hostelry and maybe meet another cat. And you don&#8217;t mind a bit of hard work at the same time, do you?&nbsp; Just so long as you&#8217;re out in the fresh air!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Quite, Paula! It&#8217;s the confinements I can&#8217;t take! Might I remind you, by the way, that in our second port of call I spent days and days on end in a filthy stinking cellar in near pitch darkness! It isn&#8217;t all fresh air for me when we have our adventures. Being chained up in that noisome hole was even worse than being tortured. At least the Village Tormentor kept his Chamber of Horrors sparklingly clean! Very house proud! I think maybe he was gay!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Like us, you mean?&#8221; giggled Paula, sticking her finger, first into Roberta&#8217;s cunt and then into her mouth .<br> <br> Roberta frowned at this.<br> <br> &#8220;We&#8217;re different! &#8230;&#8230;.. aren&#8217;t we?&#8221; she asked.<br> <br> <font size="+3"><br> THE FOURTH ADVENTURE</font><br> <br> The Area Convenor of the Ladies&#8217; League for Truth and Decency stood in her back yard in the charming hill town of Rockwell Green. She had her eyes fixed firmly upon the heavens, not only because of her high minded and otherworldly righteousness of soul, but because she was expecting a message from the said heavens, to be delivered by a pigeon. Soon the winged messenger came swooping down and settled in its box. <br> <br> With trembling and eager hands, Sister Amelia removed the message from the bird&#8217;s leg. It read simply.<br> <br> &#8220;The whore Roberta and her companion Paula are heading your direction STOP They hope to bypass your village, in the same way as they have avoided the last five on their way STOP Vital you intercept STOP Philippa MESSAGE ENDS.&#8221;<br> <br> Sister Amelia hurried to the house of her assistant and fellow bigot, the Mayor&#8217;s nagging wife, Clarissa.<br> <br> &#8220;Our chance is coming, Clarissa! Whore Roberta, whose juicy cunt drives men wild with filthy desire, including our husbands, is coming this way. We must inveigle her into the village.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Exactly how are we supposed to do that, Amelia? Roberta is a big girl and she knows how to use that sword. And the men are no help. The first sight of that naked whore, with her big tits and succulent cunt, and they are putty in her hands. Let her pass and thank our lucky stars she gave us a miss!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;No, Clarissa! Where is your sense of moral purpose? Where is the zeal you once possessed? Shame on you! Some of the men will do as we tell them. My husband for one. I&#8217;d like to see that wimp even think about disobeying me! That&#8217;ll be the day!&nbsp; Round up the entire Chapter and five men with axes. We&#8216;ll be having Whore Roberta as our unwilling guest tonight. Are the stocks ready?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;No, Amelia. They are still away being serviced!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Curses! Foiled again! Never mind, we&#8217;ll think of something just as good - or bad - for her. But no burying her underground in a cellar this time! She must be confined in such a way that all can see the utter powerlessness of her and her reactionary degenerate kind before the mighty forces our movement has unleashed! Come, sister! We have not a second to lose!&#8221;<br> <br> *****************************<br> <br> &#8220;Did you hear something, Roberta? A sort of crashing sound?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Yes. It came from up ahead. We&#8217;ll soon enough find out what it was. Hand me my sword belt and the rest of my gear. Best be prepared. Put on your dagger, Paula! If there is any trouble we&#8217;ll fight our way out. No more diversions from now on!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;That&#8217;s what I like to hear, Roberta! A bit of action! I can&#8217;t wait!&#8221;<br> <br> Coming round the next bend in the winding road that led through the forest the couple soon saw&nbsp; what the noise had been. Three trees had been felled and lay right across the narrow road, blocking their path. <br> <br> &#8220;What insolence!&#8221; exploded Roberta. &#8220;Blocking the King&#8217;s Highway! Never mind! We&#8217;ll soon get this mess cleared. Two of the trees are small and light enough for me to move and the horse will see to the other. Get out the rope, Paula! Then I&#8216;ll ride into the town and seek out those responsible!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Are you mad, Roberta? Can&#8217;t you see that&#8217;s just what they want? They&#8217;ve blocked the road to make us go through the town, where they&#8217;ve got something painful planned for you!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I am the King&#8217;s servant, Paula! I must do what I can to bring those responsible to justice. I have no choice.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;A King who would have you put to death if he could catch you! Remember that, Roberta!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Not if the proofs of my innocence are still in the Palace as you claim.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;If the Ladies League get their hands on you, it&#8217;s going to be bad this time - really bad. You won&#8217;t be coming out of that town for ages. You know the score, Roberta! Six weeks hard labour with a whipping half way through and another at the end. You don&#8217;t need any more lashes, Roberta, and what&#8217;s more you can&#8217;t spare the time. We need to finish this journey and expose the true villains. You know that! Let&#8217;s just be on our way once we&#8217;ve cleaned up this mess!&#8221;<br> <br> But Roberta was adamant and so, three hours late, the inhabitants of Rockwell Green were amazed to see a tall naked women with blonde hair, already beginning to be long again, galloping into the town. Across the saddle was the form of Sister Amelia. Amelia was screaming to be freed at once.<br> <br> After the trees had been cleared, Roberta had spotted Amelia, who had not gone back to the town as had the others through secret forest paths. She had been too keen to admire the consternation on Roberta&#8217;s face as she realised that she must go through the town. She had tried to run away when spotted but Roberta was too quick for her and soon grabbed the fleeing bigot, tying her up and taking her back to the town to demand her imprisonment for vandalism.<br> <br> Roberta, looking furious, asked for the Mayor. The chief citizen came hurrying out of his house. He was no lover of the Ladies League for Truth and Decency, having one of them for a wife. At the sight of Roberta with her magnificent, if somewhat scarred, young body he was all smiles and anxiety to please.<br> <br> It seemed that the Ladies&#8217; League had over reached themselves this time, and Amelia looked to be headed for the cells, when it all went wrong.<br> <br> There was a commotion from the end of the street and a disconcerted Roberta saw Paula being escorted into the town by a bevy of women. The silly girl had disobeyed Roberta and her curiosity had got the better of her. She had approached too close and been captured.<br> <br> &#8220;If you want your friend to be released you&#8217;ll free out leader!&#8221; shouted one of the women.<br> <br> &#8220;Are you going to allow my friend to be treated like that? She has done no wrong, unlike me. Make those women let her go, put this woman in prison for malicious damage and I&#8217;ll surrender myself to you for being naked while suspended from the Golden Guard.&#8221;<br> <br> The Mayor nodded. Roberta released the squawking Amelia into the clutches of the Town Constable and Paula was freed. Then came more drama!<br> <br> From the other end of the town could be heard the sound of many riders. Soon Alfonso and a dozen well armed ruffians came up the party . He leered at Roberta.<br> <br> &#8220;We meet again, my dear. I see you still bear the marks I gave you!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;What brings you here, Alfonso?&#8221; Roberta guessed it was nothing good!<br> <br> &#8220;I thought about your advice to find a new means of earning a living. And I and my men agreed with you. So now we have joined the noble struggle for Truth and Decency. This town is ours now! Mine, actually! Welcome to my town, Roberta!&#8221;<br> <br> Had there been warning of Alfonso&#8217;s approach, Roberta might have organised a resistance as she had in an earlier adventure, but there was no chance in the present circumstances. She dismounted and handed the reins to Paula, who led the animal away to be stabled. She was sorry for Roberta. But she HAD warned the silly headstrong girl!<br> <br> After Roberta had made the now familiar visit to the blacksmiths and been fitted with another fetching pair of leg irons she was brought before Alfonso, the new Acting Mayor, and Sister Amelia to be told her fate.<br> <br> &#8220;It seems that previous experiences have failed to convince you of the error of your ways, Roberta. You are a Golden Guard no longer and your nudity is an affront to decency. In time all the Golden Guard will be punished for their shameless mode of dress. Now is the time to make an example of you. I hope that in the coming weeks you will reflect upon your moral failings and resolve to lead a new and better life in future.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Get to the point, you bastard!&#8221; snarled Roberta. When she was reinstated she&#8217;d pursue and destroy this swine if it took her the rest of her life!<br> <br> &#8220;The sentence of the new Council is that you serve six weeks hard labour and receive three floggings, the first tomorrow morning, the second after three weeks and the third to send you on your way, knowing that the same treatment awaits you in every community you pass by or through! Do you have anything to say?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Let my friend alone and do what you will to me. Harm a hair of her head and I will kill you one day; and one day a lot sooner than you think!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Empty threats from an empty vessel. Put the whore on display for the night. All citizens are to assemble in the morning at first light to witness the justice of the Ladies&#8217; League!&#8221;<br> <br> ***********************************<br> <br> &#8220;What&#8217;s for lunch today, innkeeper?&#8221; asked Paula, who was feeling very hungry. Cold weather always did this for her and she had been forced, like all the other townsfolk, to watch Roberta being flogged several hours earlier. Paula hated to go out without a full breakfast inside her!<br> <br> &#8220;Roast beef, followed by steamed chocolate pudding, cheese and biscuits.&nbsp; We have a selection of fine wines.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Yummy! Can&#8217;t wait!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I am relieved that madam has an appetite. In view of what happened to your friend I thought you might be off your food.&#8221; replied the friendly innkeeper.<br> <br> This good man had watched disgustedly as Roberta had been savagely whipped by three of Alfonso&#8217;s men, each taking it in turn to give the poor girl her lashes. At present the victim was raising buckets of water from the well, walking in circles as she pushed the rotating mechanism, her wounds still bleeding. Later on she would be harnessed to a cart and made to transport supplies to all the houses in the town, there being no running water in this distant time. It would be long past nightfall before she was chained up for the night and allowed a few hours of rest.<br> <br> &#8220;If that stupid girl had listened to me we&#8217;d be miles away from here by now. I have lost patience with her. We have a very important mission to fulfil and she keeps getting involved in sorting out the cares of the world. We&#8217;d cleared the road. Why couldn&#8217;t she leave it at that? Don&#8217;t worry about her! She&#8217;s amazingly tough, you know! She&#8217;ll sail through the next six weeks!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;She did try to help us, madam! And it makes us ashamed that we can do nothing to stop her mistreatment! I doubt she will be here for six weeks. Long before then we will have moved against these horrible women and their bandit accomplices!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Those men will kill you all! They are really desperate criminals! Roberta has told me all about them! She&#8217;d be the last person to want you to court certain death for yourselves and a fate worse than death for your women and children. She&#8217;d sooner go through ten times what she&#8217;s going through today than see that happen!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;You may be right. But it shames me all the same to think about it. I heard that Roberta trained the people of one town to fight back against marauders. Could she not do the same here?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;If she were free, she could. But they guard her too well. Leave her to serve out her time. It may sound callous of me, but it&#8217;s the only way!&#8221;<br> <br> Three days later, Paula had a walk around the town. People were keeping themselves indoors as much as possible. Alfonso&#8217;s men looked to be everywhere, lounging around and keeping their eyes open. She wondered just how much they were being paid for all this?<br> <br> Roberta was looking much less distressed by now. She always recovered well after her frequent punishments. Today she was shovelling dirt from the street into a cart. Later she would be pushing the same cart to the tip a mile outside the town. Her next day on water duty was tomorrow. Today it was less the hard work that made Paula&#8217;s heart bleed, so much as the degrading nature of what she was being forced to do. She could bear to watch no more and knew it would make it worse for Roberta to see her friend observing&nbsp; her brought so low.<br> <br> Paula decided to walk a few miles into the woods where this particular adventure had started. She heard a whistle coming from a group of bushes and her name being called. A man stepped out and she recognised him. It was one of Rodolfo&#8217;s band!&nbsp; What was he doing here?<br> <br> &#8220;We were sent to watch over Roberta. Philippa was against Rodolfo sending any more than us two. In fact she was angry that even we should have been sent. It took us far longer to reach this place than it should because of that old witch, casting her spells and leading us a merry dance. Roberta has made a bad enemy there! I fear there is little we can do for her this time! I shall go back to Rodolfo and implore him to send sufficient men to save Roberta from as much of her ordeal as is possible.&#8221;<br> <br> Paula shook her head.<br> <br> &#8220;It&#8217;s pointless. I see it all now. Philippa has willed all these misfortunes for my Mistress! She is fated to endure whatever the old woman decrees. We can do nothing for her. Go back to Rodolfo and leave events to take their ordained course.&#8221;<br> <br> The two men did as Paula said. But Philippa had been having second thoughts.&nbsp; What right did she have to punish that brave girl further for her failure to believe? Poor Roberta had suffered enough. She decided to raise to more objections to helping her. As soon as the two men returned and told Rodolfo what was happening he despatched enough men to defeat Alfonso and rescue Roberta.<br> <br> This party arrived&nbsp; in Rockwell Green twenty four hours after Roberta had received her third and final whipping at the end of a very gruelling six weeks. Alfonso had made sure she was worked harder during that time, than even at the terrible Hell Island Prison. He had a score to settle after being bested in combat!<br> <br> So she and Paula were on their way again. After chasing Alfonso and his band away and seeing that Amelia and Co. had been put in prison for conspiring against one of the King&#8217;s Golden Guard, the band set out in pursuit of Roberta and Paula, determined to escort them in safety back to their appointment with destiny at the Palace.<br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>14 The Final Chapter</title> </head> <body> PAULA<br> <br> On this particular morning, when Beatrice and Jenny were brawling over the maid, Lily,&nbsp; and Roberta was once more inside the Palace confines, Lady Paula had slept poorly for some reason and kept yawning. The Queen was sinking faster these days and the King, or Teddy, as she had learned familiarly to call him in the last few months, was at the poor lady&#8217;s bedside a great deal, waiting for the end, which could not long be delayed. <br> <br> Although a loving and attentive husband in his wife&#8217;s final days, as a conscientious ruler he still needed to attend to important affairs and this he did for three hours each morning. He liked to have the Lady Paula standing by during these tedious sessions. She would stand near the large windows, sometimes looking out over the small Private Courtyard and sometimes the main courtyard where the nightly whippings of defaulting Golden Guards took place. Last night Bertha had received her second punishment in a week, getting twenty lashes this time, weakly applied as usual. Why the Commandant didn&#8217;t dismiss her, Paula could not make out. She probably wasn&#8217;t even a good lover! Paula couldn&#8216;t imagine her to be a good anything! Although the Commandant and she were getting to be almost an embarrassment recently with their ill concealed affair.<br> <br> When not staring at the goings on outside, Lady Paula contented herself by looking around the large Presence Chamber and the myriad of petty officials and humble petitioners who pestered poor old Teddy until he became almost frantic.<br> <br> The two Golden Guards, stood discreetly on either side of the entrance, scrutinising all the visitors as they came in and never taking their eyes off them until they left. Since the attempt involving Rowena and her alleged collaborator, the traitor Roberta, security was very tight. The only other naked woman visible to the visitors was the Lady Paula, who tried to look haughty, as befitted a Great Lady. Even after several months&#8217; experience, Paula still occasionally found that nudity and haughtiness did not always go too well together - but she was getting there and these days the diminutive former parlour maid was the haughtiest nude in the Kingdom!<br> <br> This particular morning, while Jenny was being pulverised by her comrade and friend Beatrice, Lady Paula was watching the dried blood from last night&#8217;s flogging being washed off the polished marble flagstones where the whipping post was situated. She knew that only one defaulter had been spotted at today&#8217;s morning parade, and that was Charlotte, one of the two Personal Attendants on the King. As in Roberta&#8217;s time the two personal attendants were inspected separately, one at a time - so that the King was never left unattended even for a few seconds.<br> <br> Paula had witnessed the inspection and had been incredulous when Charlotte had been summarily sentenced to one hundred lashes for her slovenly turnout.&nbsp; The Commandant had personally inspected both girls. Paula had seen Charlotte and there had been nothing in any way amiss with her appearance. She wondered whether the increasing erratic Commandant were losing her reason.<br> <br> If Charlotte had been shocked and terrified at the savage and unwarranted award, she did not show it. With that calm acceptance of discipline that was the hallmark of the elite Guard she had saluted smartly and returned to her duties. Paula stole the occasional glance at the soon to be flogged Charlotte and marvelled at her calm demeanour. Once again Lady Paula, who had served as a frequently punished auxiliary for a time, wondered why there was so much competition to enrol in a unit which treated its members so harshly and, in this case, so monstrously unfairly.<br> <br> She went over to the opposite window and looked down at the Private Courtyard. Now that the well had been uncovered and the day&#8217;s supply of water taken up, there was not a tremendous amount of activity there, in fact it was as quiet as the grave. Even so, there did seem to be some violence going on in the Guard&#8217;s Rest Room. If a fight was in progress then the two quarrelsome Golden Guards in question had best be careful not to be found out! Quite a few unexplained bruises and cuts had been overlooked in the past few months, despite a likely breach of the strict rule against unauthorised brawling, but a crackdown was about due. It could just be that this particular quarrelsome couple would be made an example of.<br> <br> Paula rather hoped the pair&#8217;s fighting each other would not be found out.&nbsp; In Paula&#8217;s opinion, it was better to get these petty squabbles settled quickly rather than allow resentment to feste, and a good quick fight, such as appeared to be in progress right now, was the best way to go about it. And this had been Roberta&#8217;s view. <br> <br> In any case, the Lady Paula&nbsp; was getting to be a bit sick of all the punishments of late. Some of them, like the impending flogging of poor Charlotte,&nbsp; had been as grossly unfair as they had been savage. There should be a better way of regulating the Golden Guard than bloody and capriciously awarded floggings every night. Not that morale seemed to be adversely affected by so many women&#8217;s&nbsp; painful and disfiguring experiences. But, by this time, Lady Paula was tired of watching. Seeing Roberta on the punishment stand had been different, of course! But that had been a long time ago and in any case she had long since forgotten her former Mistress.<br> <br> Looking up, she saw a raven perched on top of the opposite roof. The bird seemed to be staring right into her eyes and with unnatural intensity. It winked! Paula nearly fell through the floor. She knew enough of sorcery to be well aware that this was no ordinary bird. Something significant was afoot today! Perhaps the creature constituted a threat of some kind. She was undecided over whether to have the bird shot when she felt a great need to leave the Presence Chamber for a few minutes.&nbsp; It was not an upset stomach, but a compelling feeling that she needed to be outside, that drew her away from the King&#8216;s side.<br> <br> Coming out into the open courtyard she felt the cold air against her tender skin for the first time since leaving the now forgotten Roberta. Because of the King&#8217;s insistence on her twenty four hours a day seven days a week nudity she had never&nbsp; felt much like coming out of doors in the winter. And although&nbsp; it was now springtime it was still far from warm. Today, in particular, was chilly in the extreme! She looked at the two Guards on duty outside the Royal apartments, where Roberta had once mistakenly thought a wasp had stung her, almost two years ago. Both Guards stood rigidly upright and unmoving. Paula felt colder than ever merely by looking at them with their tall and almost naked bodies. She felt colder still when she realised&nbsp; that they would be standing there, motionless in the chill breeze, for seven hours until at last they were relieved.<br> <br> She decided to walk around the Guard&#8217;s living quarters and, as soon as she was out of sight of the two gate guards, she felt a hand on her bare shoulder. Looking round she saw a naked girl, younger than she and clearly not a Golden Guard or an auxiliary. Paula knew all the auxiliaries well and this delicate raven haired beauty with the battered face and bruised body was not one of them.<br> <br> &#8220;Go straight to the King, Lady Paula, and tell him you are not well. Then go to your room and lock the door. Do not come out until you hear my voice telling you that all is safe. Hurry! There is no time to lose. Don&#8216;t worry, Lady Paula! All will be well - I promise you!&#8221;<br> <br> Paula immediately obeyed this amazing woman, who seemed not to feel the early morning chill any more than did the hardy Guards. She realised, as she sped to the King&#8217;s side, that she ought to have asked this strangely compelling apparition what&nbsp; right she had be here in the first place let alone naked and issuing orders to the future Queen.<br> <br> Ten minutes later she was in her room, locking and bolting&nbsp; the solid door behind her. As she lay on her bed she thought about that strange naked dark eyed and beautiful girl. For she was very, very lovely, despite her battered face and black and blue body. The girl had clearly been attacked recently - either that or she had been involved in a pretty ferocious fight. It had been a fight, decided Paula. Without having any reason to do so, she knew that girl was a warrior - of a sort.<br> <br> Paula had only once seen a woman involved in a fight using her bare fists and that had been when Roberta had fought and killed Bernard at the bandit&#8217;s camp several months ago, not too long&nbsp; after she had helped her to escape. She found herself fantasising about Amy&#8217;s injuries and how they had been acquired. As she constructed a likely scenario, involving this slim but obviously very exciting young woman, she found herself becoming sexually aroused.<br> <br> What Paula needed was a proper relationship, one that went beyond being slapped on the bottom from time to time! But the King&#8217;s loyalty to his dying wife meant that this was impossible for now. So Paula was forced in upon herself. Physical violence had always been a thing that turned her on sexually, even if the nightly floggings had become stale entertainment of late. She had masturbated times without number when watching the long suffering Roberta&#8217;s back&nbsp; being whipped to a bloody mess and also when she had relived these unpleasant episodes later. <br> <br> Now she found her hands reaching down to that familiar place between her legs as she writhed on the bed, imagining Amy exchanging hard blows with whatever opponent had done such damage to her and ultimately triumphing. For she had no doubt that Amy had triumphed; that had not been a recently defeated woman who had told her what to do with such authority.<br> <br> Twenty minutes after she had locked herself in her room, feeling more than a little ashamed of her timorous behaviour, a commotion could be heard from down below in the King&#8217;s Presence Chamber. Soon after this, footsteps became audible running towards her room and there was banging on her door and shouting at her&nbsp; in a rough and coarse voice to come out in the name of the People - whoever they were! She still had a dagger in her room and she ran and got it out of the drawer where it had lain for months. If the intruders did manage to get in she would not die without putting up a fight.<br> <br> The sounds increased in volume and intensity, with curses, shrieks and, finally,&nbsp; the groans of dying men. At last silence returned. A knock on the door was accompanied by the sound of Amy&#8217;s voice telling her that it was safe to come out. She opened the door and saw several bodies lying in the corridor. She recognised two as belonging to recently recruited servants. Obviously the Palace had once more been infiltrated by rebels. Roberta , with her uncanny knack of spying out traitors, would have spotted them right away, had them arrested and sent down below for the Chief Torturer and his buddies to play with.<br> <br> &#8220;Come with me, Lady Paula!&#8221; said the bruised young woman. &#8220;And why don&#8217;t you put on some of those fine clothes&nbsp; that have been languishing in your wardrobes? I realise that Her Majesty, the Queen, is still alive, but it is nevertheless wrong for you to be naked. The King will assuredly agree when he sees how fine a lady you are in those wonderful garments! Get dressed and come with me!&#8221;<br> <br> Once again it did not occur to the Lady Paula to disobey. Not that it wasn&#8217;t a very welcome command! She had been longing to dress up for ages and was heartily sick of shivering all day! Long gone were the days when she had found nudity exciting.<br> <br> On returning to the Presence Chamber Paula saw a very disturbed scene. The King, her adored Freddy, had been slightly wounded and was having his arm dressed by a surgeon. Five very dead looking bodies were being taken away by members of the Golden Guard. And overseeing these clearing up operations was Roberta, wearing her sword, arrows and quiver - and not only that!<br> <br> &#8220;What HAS been going on?&#8221; asked an astounded Lady Paula, dressed in all her finery and looking very imperious.&nbsp; &#8220;Is it OK for me to stop forgetting Roberta now, Freddy?&#8221;<br> <br> **************************************************** <br> <br> ROBERTA<br> <br> &#8220;You must be mad to come back here, Roberta!&#8221; spluttered Amelia as she was released from the blonde giant&#8217;s iron grip. &#8220;They&#8217;ll kill you this time, after torturing you so horribly that even you will scream for mercy. Why didn&#8217;t you get out of the country when you had the chance?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Shut up, Amelia! Come with me and be quiet, or I&#8217;ll send you both to dreamland like those two idiots over there!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Yes, they are a couple of fools!&#8221; agreed Joanna, who was rubbing her arm and trying to restore some feeling&nbsp; now that it had been released from Roberta&#8216;s brutal grasp. &#8220;And it wasn&#8217;t even much of a fight! Pathetic, in fact!&nbsp; Jenny should be whipped just for being so bad at unarmed combat. She needs six weeks non-stop training to bring her up to scratch , does that one!&#8221;<br> <br> Both girls found themselves being propelled towards the living quarters and were astonished when Roberta pushed them inside the Commandant&#8217;s room. This was a kind of holy of holies as far as ordinary Guards were concerned. It was an open secret that Bertha was brought here for the purpose of being made love to, but no other Guard would dream of setting foot in here!<br> <br> &#8220;You are mad, Roberta! Fucking insane!&#8221; said Joanna. &#8220;I hope you make it clear you forced us to come in here. Mind you,&nbsp; people only need to look at you to see nobody could resist you. You are totally amazing these days! How did you get such an amazing body? I want one just like it! You aren&#8217;t a mere human any longer!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Pull the bed to one side and stop talking. You&nbsp; two are really beginning to piss me off!&#8221; ordered Roberta. She felt like telling Joanna that she, too, could have a body like hers - if only she had seventy years to spare!<br> <br> It took both Joanna and Amelia five minutes to shift the heavy bed, revealing a square stone underneath it. Roberta then ordered them to pull up the flagstone by the metal ring in the middle. Once again it took both strong and sweating women a long time. When they saw what was under the stone they gasped in sheer astonishment. Inside the recess was the uniform of a golden guard together with a small packet.<br> <br> &#8220;That&#8217;s very like your sword, Roberta! It IS your sword! And&nbsp; it&#8217;s your&nbsp; belt too! I see your number etched on it! How did your uniform get here?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;It was hidden here after I was drugged and robbed. &#8220; replied Roberta. &#8220;See that sachet? That&#8217;s what is left of the drug they used to poison my food. The stupid women were afraid to be seen disposing of them so they hid them here. Also the witch who prepared the potion wanted the evidence to always be where you have found it. Don&#8217;t ask me why! I can tell you from personal experience that these witches are a law unto themselves! I suppose she wanted the Commandant to be under her power. Bertha and the Commandant conspired together in this diabolical plot. They were behind the attempt to kill the King that night and they wanted me out of the way. When the plot failed they had me accused and convicted. And this morning they are going to try again to assassinate the King and his beloved favourite, the Lady Paula.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;How do you know they are going to try again?&#8221; asked Amelia, still not entirely convinced. Joanna was completely convinced, though and was having difficulty keeping her hands off Roberta's incredible muscles! She worshipped her already! <br> <br> &#8220;Never mind that! We must warn His Majesty! One of you must go and rouse the rest of the Guard and then come to the King&#8217;s Presence Chamber. You, Amelia!&#8221;<br> <br> Amelia went to sound the alarm and returned pale-faced to tell Roberta that the entire Guard except for the two unconscious fighters, the pair of gate guards, the two personal guards and the three of them were asleep and could not be roused.<br> <br> &#8220;Drugged, the lot of them, just like me! We have no time to lose, girls!&#8221; shouted Roberta. &#8220;Don&#8217;t ask questions! I don&#8217;t know all the answers myself! These bloody witches play their cards very close to their chests - even my dear sweet Amy!&#8221;<br> <br> In a few minutes the three Golden Guards, together with two hastily alerted Gate Guards, were at the door of the Presence Chamber. The two Personal Attendants looked at Roberta with the same amazement that her presence had caused Amelia and Joanna a few moments ago. Hawk-eyed Roberta took in the scene at a glance and didn&#8217;t like what she saw.&nbsp; Talk about arriving in the nick of time!<br> <br> &#8220;That pair talking to the King! Who let them in? Are you two blind!&#8221; shouted Roberta who was now wearing again the weapons that had once been stolen from her.<br> <br> Two men looked around and saw seven Guards coming straight for them, swords drawn. Before they could do anything they had been overwhelmed,&nbsp; disarmed and killed. At the same time at least twenty other armed men burst into the room and Roberta and her six companions automatically formed a protective circle around the King, preparing to do what they had been trained for and defend him with their lives.<br> <br> Then another naked woman appeared,&nbsp; herself armed with a deadly looking sword . It was the awesomely lovely Amy, fresh from ordering the Lady Paula to safety, and she neatly killed two of the attackers before taking her place at Roberta&#8217;s side. <br> <br> &#8220;The Palace is crawling with these bastards, Roberta! I must go and protect your drugged comrades, for they are helpless the way they are. It&#8217;s going to be a busy few minutes! Have courage! We shall defeat them and you will be the one to kill the most. Just leave a few for me! It&#8216;s going to be a really super fight!&#8221;<br> <br> With these words, the incredible Amy vanished. Roberta had a vague idea that a raven was fluttering overhead and then she was slightly wounded in the side. From then on the fighting was too fierce for her to notice anything save the flashing blades of the rebels who had gained access to the Palace with such ease, thanks to the foul treachery of she knew who. <br> <br> Against seven of the Golden Guard, even the score of attackers stood little chance. Roberta alone accounted for six in as many minutes and the group, fighting as one, soon had the odds against them reduced and then eliminated. The four surviving attackers surrendered their weapons, kneeling and begging for a mercy the scurvy knaves&nbsp; would not have extended to their conquerors had the positions been reversed..<br> <br> &#8220;No prisoners!&#8221; ordered Roberta, whom no one thought to disobey, despite her fugitive status. The wretched rebels were summarily slaughtered where they knelt.<br> <br> &#8220;We&#8217;ve saved the Chief Torturer some work!&#8221; joked Roberta as she sheathed her bloody sword and&nbsp; turned to see how the King was. His Majesty, a worthy descendant of a long line of warrior kings, had taken his part in the recent battle and was slightly wounded. Roberta saw that the hurt was trivial.<br> <br> &#8220;Where is the Lady Paula and where is the Queen?&#8221; he asked.<br> <br> &#8220;Paula is safe and the Queen was not a target this morning&#8221; answered Roberta. &#8220;They know she has not long to live.&#8221;<br> <br> Amy&nbsp; reappeared after seeing that the drugged Guards were no longer in danger. A few, who had drunk hardly any of the affected water, were recovering already and preparing to rid the Palace of the remaining invaders. Several rebels were trying to get into Paula&#8217;s room but Amy and Charlotte were sent to deal with them and it took only a few minutes for the pair to slay the lot. At one point Amy was impaled to the wall by a rebel sword. She pulled the weapon out of her body and killed her astounded attacker before he had time to draw breath. No trace of any wound could be seen on her!<br> <br> &#8220;You&#8217;ve got an unfair advantage, Amy!&#8221; laughed Charlotte. Charlotte was beginning to realise that her coming whipping might not after all take place and this made her happy, despite the continuing danger.<br> <br> By this time more and more of the Golden Guard, less heavily drugged than the others, were beginning to recover. Hearing the commotion, they all made for the sound of battle and after no more than twenty minutes from the time the attack started, the rebels had all been arrested and put to death. The Commandant and Bertha, attempting to flee, were run down and captured several miles away from the Palace. <br> <br> The two traitors were loaded with chains, tied to horses and dragged across the rough ground back to the Palace. The pair were then&nbsp; brought before the King. Bertha was trembling in every limb, but the Commandant was defiant and unafraid, despite knowing she had only a short and horribly painful future ahead of her.<br> <br> &#8220;I won&#8217;t ask you why you betrayed me, former Commandant!&#8221; said the King, with a richly dressed Paula at his side. &#8220;But I want to know all about your fellow conspirators. I want names and I want them all - fast!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I will say nothing! Long live democracy. Long live the Republic!&#8221; replied the former Commandant.<br> <br> &#8220;To the torturers with her!&#8221; said the King and the former Head of the Golden Guard was dragged away.<br> <br> Bertha was by far the easier nut to crack - as Roberta had known she would be. She told all she knew and was then taken away herself to be tortured. It was at this point that Amy remembered her sister, still in the dungeon and still being tormented by the Chief Torturer and his gay friend, the Town Tormentor of Rockwell Green.<br> <br> &#8220;May sister Felicity be released, darling?&#8221; she asked Roberta.<br> <br> Roberta looked at the King, who nodded.<br> <br> &#8220;How could We have forgotten that poor woman&#8217;s plight! Release the wronged Felicity at once, Commandant Roberta! Then be back here. We have much to discuss today with you! But first you should have your wounds treated.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;My so-called wounds are no more than scratches, Your Majesty, if I may be permitted to say so! I shall indeed be&nbsp; back in Your presence soon!&#8221;<br> <br> After giving instructions for the still comatose Jenny and Beatrice to be locked in the cells, prior to being sentenced for fighting, she went down to the dungeon, that dread chamber where she had been tortured almost to death eighteen months ago.<br> <br> ************************<br> <br> FELICITY<br> <br> Felicity hadn&#8217;t quite got it right about the Torturers&#8217; schedule.&nbsp; Her immersion experience was indeed drawing to a close, but the heated irons were nowhere near hot enough as yet to be applied to her chest and stomach. These people were perfectionists to their fingertips - artists, in fact! While the torturers were waiting for the dreaded irons to become white hot, she was put on the rack and given a bit of a quick stretch. Like Roberta before her, she was to be convinced for the rest of her life that this very painful experience had added inches to her height!<br> <br> The Town Tormentor was given the task of turning the ratchet, just as son as a furiously struggling Felicity had been firmly secured to the horrible instrument. It took all seven of the dungeon staff to subdue her and, with the exception of Julian, the Town Tormentor, they were rugged and hairy chested men with terrific muscles and hard, hard bodies which they left uncovered above the waist. As she was wrestled into submission by these macho men, Felicity reflected that life down here wasn&#8217;t all bad!<br> <br> &#8220;Who are your dastardly fellows in this evil plot against the Throne?&#8221; asked Julian in his prissy self important voice. What a fucking fairy, thought an enraged Felicity as her joints cracked and strained and her sinews and ligaments tore away from their moorings. She&#8217;d need weeks of rehab to get over this!<br> <br> &#8220;I am a loyal member of His Majesty&#8217;s Golden Guard, you pathetic fairy arsehole! God, if I had just five minutes with you, my friend, you&#8217;d know a thing or two about the practical side of pain - not just the theory!&#8221;<br> <br> Soon the irons were deemed sufficiently hot to be applied to the muscular Felicity&#8217;s magnificently sculpted body and a fresh stage in the &#8220;interrogation&#8221; began. Felicity, like Roberta a few months ago, smelt the odour of burned flesh and saw a spiral of blue smoke ascending into the dank dungeon air from her freshly scorched chest and belly. <br> <br> In a few minutes time, iron number one had started to cool off and was no longer glowing so fiercely that it hurt the eyes to look at it. It still hurt the body to be touched by it, though. Did it ever!&nbsp; Iron number two was taken from the fiercely glowing brazier and applied twice, thrice and four times to the squirming, writhing body of Senior Golden Guard Felicity. As iron number two began to glow less fiercely and the first one was ready to be used again, even Felicity wondered how much more of this she could take without screaming and begging them to stop. <br> <br> Then the door burst open and the chamber was soon full of her comrades, led by Roberta. And Roberta was wearing the Commandant&#8217;s insignia!&nbsp; Roberta looked stronger&nbsp; than ever - and mad as hell! Was Felicity ever glad to see her! With Roberta, at her side and armed with a sword , was her favourite half - sister, darling little Amy. Poor Amy looked a bit knocked about and the protective older sister Felicity, despite her weakness after nearly two days of non stop torture, couldn&#8217;t wait to sort out the person responsible.<br> <br> &#8220;Who did that to you, Amy? I&#8217;ll teach them to hit you! Just let me get at the bastards!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Celestine did it, but don&#8217;t worry! It&#8217;s all taken care of, Felicity. You should have seen what I did to her!&#8221; replied Amy proudly looking down at her bruises. &#8220;And when Mother has finished with her, there won&#8217;t be much left of her for you to do anything to!&nbsp; Mummy&#8216;s really, but really, pissed of with her this time!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Two of you take Felicity to her quarters!&#8221; ordered Roberta. &#8220;Don&#8217;t even think about reporting for duty for at least a week, Senior Guard Felicity! I&#8217;ve been tortured myself and I know how long it takes to get over it!&#8221;<br> <br> FINALE<br> <br> Shortly after Felicity had been freed, the ex Commandant was brought down to be tormented herself. Within minutes they had attached her to the drowning machine and her head was being immersed in the tank. Roberta left the torturers to their grisly task. The last she saw of her former Commandant, that once mighty lady was spluttering and gasping prior to going under again! <br> <br> Roberta felt no pity. She had been shocked beyond measure at the traitorous woman&#8217;s words of defiance. Democracy! Whatever next? The very idea!<br> <br> Twenty minutes later, Bertha, screaming and weeping, was brought down and strapped to the table. Soon the white hot irons were searing her flesh and her screams were so loud that they could be heard all over the Palace. The King , upset by the irritating noise, ordered her to be gagged.<br> <br> Three days later, the pair were brought up to be hung upside down and whipped in front of the entire Golden Guard. This was the first flogging since the abortive rebellion.<br> <br> The ex Commandant, silent to the end, died under her lashing, which was what the King had decreed and Roberta had intended. Bertha was given far fewer lashes and within a week, shaven headed and hobbling on whipped feet like Roberta eighteen months ago, was led off to a lifetime&#8217;s hard labour on Hell Island.<br> <br> As soon as things began to get back to normal, the two rivals for the fickle Lily&#8217;s love were brought before the new Commandant.<br> <br> &#8220;What have you to say for yourselves?&#8221; asked Roberta.<br> <br> &#8220;We were both guilty of fighting, Madam Commandant!&#8220; said Beatrice, speaking for both girls, now firm friends once more after several days in a dark cell to think things over and reflect deeply on the error of their ways. &#8220;We are truly sorry for letting the Golden Guard down!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I award twenty lashes each. And Jenny needs to be trained in unarmed combat! I saw enough of that fight to see that her performance was a disgrace! It really sucked, Jenny! Until I judge you to be fully fit to carry out all the duties of a Golden Guard, you are stripped of your uniform. In six weeks you will fight Beatrice again. I do not necessarily expect you to win, but you must put up a very much better show next time! Since your little set-to was instrumental in at least two of the Guard being away from the refectory and happily not being drugged, I suspend the whipping for now. Should you offend again, be assured that the lashes will be added to your punishment on that occasion.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Golly! I can&#8217;t believe we got off so lightly! That would have been a hundred for sure a few days ago!&#8221; said Beatrice as the pair went back on duty, Beatrice to guard duty and poor Jenny, minus her equipment,&nbsp; to be trained to fight bare handed. (Long before&nbsp; her six weeks intensive training were done she was to be one massive bruise! But, when the time came to fight her friend and rival again - officially and in the line of duty this time - she managed to last a very respectable length of time against Beatrice and was reinstated.&nbsp; She managed to do a lot of damage this time before being knocked out again and put in the infirmary for a month.) <br> <br> &#8220;I imagine she&#8217;s been whipped often enough herself to know the lash is not always the answer.&#8221; said Jenny. &#8220;I guess there will be a lot less blood on the parade ground of an evening in future! She&#8216;ll make life much harder in lots of ways, but our backs won&#8216;t get shredded so frequently, and when they do it will be because we really deserve it.&#8221;<br> <br> The guard Charlotte, who had been awarded one hundred lashes shortly before the attempted coup, was similarly let off her punishment.<br> <br> &#8220;I know you fairly well, Charlotte! You do make the odd slip up, but this time you get the benefit of the doubt. I imagine you were punished as a way of upsetting you and making you less attentive. You more than made up for any fault in your turn out by your bravery on that day. We could not have done it without you!&#8221;<br> <br> The King appointed the totally rehabilitated Roberta to temporary command of the entire Army as well as the Golden Guard. Her first action in this capacity was to lead an expedition against the now banned Ladies&#8217; League for Truth and Decency in the part of the country where she had spent so many painful hours being flogged for doing no more than wearing the King&#8217;s uniform - albeit a very exiguous uniform! <br> <br> The League&#8217;s ringleaders were brought back and handed over to the Chief Torturer, who, together with his friend from Rockwell Green, made many very interesting discoveries concerning the ability of humans to stay under water for longer and longer periods. These findings were to be the subject of a scientific paper submitted to the Torturers&#8217; Annual Convention later that year&nbsp; - a paper which earned both men tremendous kudos. Both of these accomplished and dedicated torturers rose, in time, to the very top of their profession.<br> <br> Alfonso&#8217;s band were also hunted down and killed, except for the leader, who was also brought back and given three horrific weeks in the dungeon before being taken to the Men&#8217;s Hell Island, where he found many fellow bandits with whom to labour and toil.&nbsp; He was joined by more and more as the years went by.<br> <br> Felicity left the Golden Guard three months after the coup and married her long time gentleman friend. Roberta was glad to see her go. Felicity was a fine woman, but she had exercised an unfortunate influence on some of her younger comrades who had begun to show&nbsp; disturbing signs of a sexual and romantic interest in men. Roberta soon stamped that out, and for a while, the floggings resumed their previous severity until Sapphic love once more became the norm. <br> <br> As Roberta succinctly put it, &#8220; I want to lead a band of&nbsp; hard women, not a bunch of silly giggling girls!&#8221;<br> <br> Amy and Roberta remained quite inseparable for the rest of Roberta&#8217;s exceptionally long tenure as Commandant. Despite throwing herself into the thickest part of the fighting on hundreds of occasions, Roberta, although horribly wounded time and time again,&nbsp; did not get the glorious death&nbsp; in battle that she had wanted as a romantic girl. Mysteriously, her wounds always healed quickly and left no scars.<br> <br> The Queen died a month after Roberta&#8217;s return and Paula became Queen soon after. She had several sons in the years that followed and the future of the Royal House was assured.<br> <br> When Roberta finally retired, she and Amy went to live together near to where she had first met Queen Paula. On their first day of retirement Roberta looked at her face in the mirror. Something had been puzzling her for a while, now.<br> <br> &#8220;I seem to look younger all the time, these days, darling Amy! And so do you. Have you an explanation, you adorable little witch?&#8221;<br> <br> Amy blushed prettily, looking hardly seventeen years old, despite being every second of thirty eight.<br> <br> &#8220;Actually, Roberta, you&#8217;re a witch like me these days and have been since I fought Celestine for the second time. Mummy decided on it when Celestine behaved so badly. My bad sister looks older and older these days, being no longer a witch herself after you took her place. Oh, Roberta my sweet! We&#8217;re going to have such fun together, casting spells on all and sundry!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Nice spells, I hope!&#8221; said Roberta. She doubted it, somehow. Amy was a mischievous little darling, even after all this time!<br> <br> &#8220;Of course, sweetheart!&nbsp; Well - fairly nice ones!&nbsp; Don&#8216;t look at me like that, Roberta! It&#8216;s not our fault if some people don&#8217;t have a sense of humour! Is it?&#8221;<br> <br> <br> THE END<br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>13 A Surprise for Roberta</title> </head> <body> A SURPRISE FOR ROBERTA<br> <br> As the blindfold was taken off, Roberta was somewhat surprised to see herself back in the clearing where she had been twice whipped, firstly when Celestine and Amy had alternately attacked her back from both sides and secondly by Celestine alone. The shame of her reaction to that second whipping still haunted her. <br> <br> She had received seventy lashes and wept and screamed for mercy after each of them She, Roberta the bravest of the brave had grovelled and pleaded for mercy. Even seventy long years of ceaseless&nbsp; hard work and pain had not expunged this dreadful memory. She still feared Celestine and obeyed her every command. <br> <br> Her seventy years as a slave might be over but Roberta was still a slave at heart. Her body might be mightier and stronger than ever, but her spirit was that of a dependant who relied upon her Mistress for guidance and trembled abjectly whenever she as much as frowned.<br> <br> Roberta looked around the familiar and ill favoured clearing. It was still a horrible place! The same tent was there - or an identical tent was there! For this was a new tent, as new as the one she had been in seventy years ago. The dreaded whipping post, where she had been such a coward, was also where it had been. There was blood on the ground. With nausea she saw hordes of insects devouring the blood and bits of torn flesh. Obviously some poor wretch had recently been put through the same horror that had reduced the once proud Roberta to a compliant serf, afraid of her own shadow. <br> <br> &#8220;Do you wish for your freedom, Slave?&#8221; said Celestine, coldly. To think she had been so affectionate to her on the last night!<br> <br> &#8220;Yes, Mistress. I desire to be a free woman. I desire it as I have never wished for anything before. But I await my Mistress&#8217;s decision.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I am going to whip you again, Roberta, with all the terrible force of my supernatural strength! If you suffer in silence, rather than whine and howl for mercy as you did last time, I may perhaps free you, and then again I may not. Nothing can be certain where my capricious will is concerned! One thing is certain, though. If you utter as much as a grunt I shall enslave you for ever, but there will be no nights of love for you this time. Pain will be your lot all day and all night for ever. You bore me now, Roberta! I really feel I have totally exhausted all the possibilities where you are concerned.&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta obeyed, sick with despair. She knew how impossible were the conditions the diabolical Celestine had set for her freedom. Even after seventy years of being flogged every day and with a skin as thick&nbsp; and desensitised as hers had become, she would not withstand even one lash from the possessed Witch. She was half inclined to tell the witch to take her to whatever place of torment and slavery she wished. The whipping was no more than a formality. But Celestine was set on causing her more pain. All signs of love had vanished from those wicked eyes. If only the sweet Amy had won!<br> <br> Inside the tent she saw a whip identical to the one Celestine had used on her to such hellish effect so many years ago. There was blood - almost fresh blood - on the business end. It had been used very recently. She wondered if the poor victim had survived. Today it would be used again. She shook with fear at the thought of the horror that was ahead.<br> <br> Just as she was about to go outside and present the whip to her merciless Mistress a warm, soft hand touched her arm. She looked around and a tear ran down her cheek. It was Amy! She looked everything that her Mistress was not - kind, loving and full of sweetness by day as well as by night. Amy&#8217;s hand excitedly felt every inch of Roberta&#8217;s stronger than ever body.<br> <br> &#8220;Darling Roberta! How strong you are! What a wonderful body those seventy years have given you! But I see&nbsp; to my sorrow that your mind and spirit are humbled and broken. Have courage, my darling! With my help you will soon be the Roberta of old and my sister will have no more power over you. Look down, darling at my thighs, and how the sight of you has made the juices flow!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta obeyed. Seventy years of being silent by day had made it impossible for her to utter a word. She saw that juices were indeed running down Amy&#8217;s inner thighs. She knelt and her tongue lapped up the sweet liquid.<br> <br> &#8220;Take your fill, my sweet darling Roberta. Savour my offering of love and swallow it all! It will give you the strength you are going to need in a few moments when you face your greatest challenge yet. And speak! Make yourself speak. Speak to me and speak to Celestine. Freedom of speech is everyone&#8217;s right! How dare she have made you be silent! Just you keep quiet like the brave girl you are and then I&#8216;ll sort her out good and proper!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta thirstily licked out the willing Amy, sucking up the love juice as fast as it flowed. When she had finished she spoke, the first time she had opened her mouth during the day for seventy long and wretched years.<br> <br> &#8220;You seem to have been fighting again, Amy! I wish you wouldn&#8217;t ! You&#8217;re far too lovely to spoil your looks like that! That face is as bad as it was seventy years ago, after that struggle which I so devoutly wish you had won! I hope you won this time, after collecting all those&nbsp; terrible bruises!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I lost! I shall tell you the story, which will astound you! You have so much to learn, Roberta, and in such a short time! Soon I shall fight her again and this time I shall win. My undying and passionate love for you and my contempt for her will see me through to a glorious victory! Just you wait and see! You must play your part, my angel girl! First you must take Celestine&#8216;s furious whipping in silence and after that I must fight and beat her. From then on you and I will be together, in equal and loving happiness to bear life&#8216;s burdens and share its joys in loving harmony. No Slave and no Mistress but a devoted and caring couple. Be brave, my sweet!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Can&#8217;t you stop Celestine hurting me again, Amy?&#8221; Roberta was trembling with fear and there was pleading in her voice.<br> <br> &#8220;Yes, I could. I could easily rescue you from the whipping that is to come. But I won&#8217;t and you wouldn&#8217;t thank me if I did - not afterwards. Not when you&#8217;d had time to think about it! And the true Roberta would never ask such a question. Would she?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;No. Already I feel her contempt for the writhing cowardly worm I have become! You are right. I shall think of you and our life together as my back feels the terrible weight of your sister&#8217;s fury. You have given me strength of mind again to match that of my body, Amy! My darling Amy!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta stepped outside the tent, leaving Amy inside. Soon she was tied up again and as had happened seventy years ago, the whip hissed angrily through the air and on to her stretched back. She felt her lungs burst as the hellish agony sliced through her whole body, and not only her body but her entire being. She remained silent, even though the effort to suppress a shriek of pain seemed to have sapped most of her strength. Would she be able to withstand another sixty nine strokes like that? She must. There was no choice. The cowardice of seventy years ago must be redeemed and the old Roberta reborn in the same crucible of pain that had once destroyed and humbled her.<br> <br> An enraged Celestine increased her efforts when after thirty lashes her Slave was still obstinately refusing to cry out. She knew that she was causing Roberta far more agony even than seventy years ago and still she kept quiet, even as the flesh was ripped off her body, piece by piece. She reached the seventieth lash and was ready to go on, killing her victim rather than see her gain her freedom, when her sister&#8217;s voice rang out across the clearing. Damn that Amy!<br> <br> &#8220;Enough, you evil woman! I am ashamed to call you a sister! Leave her be and fight me again. This time I shall beat you and Roberta and I will be together.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;So you can enslave the cow as well? Fat chance of that, little sister! She is mine, Amy! Either that or she is nobody&#8217;s!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I only want her to be free, Celestine. If she will have me then I would like to live with her, but the only thing that really matters to me is releasing her from a foul bondage so that she may once more be the proud woman that destiny has intended her to be. Prepare to fight me again!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;If you want another hiding, that suits me fine! But we&#8217;ll have no referee this time!&#8221; laughed Celestine. &#8220;I think that the poor whipped Roberta needs a rest!&nbsp; The bitch is more than half dead already after the going over I gave her! She can stay here, and when I have seen to you and left you stretched out on the ground where you belong, I either make the miserable piece of shit cry for mercy or she dies!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta saw both young witches go inside the tent and when they came out, both bodies were glistening with oil and both pairs of hands were protected with what looked to the shocked Roberta, still in great pain from her flogging, to be strips of metal. They would cause each other terrible harm if they fought wearing those!<br> <br> &#8220;Don&#8217;t wear those awful things, girls! &#8221; she cried.<br> <br> Despite her weakness she forced herself to speak. &#8220;Wear leather like you did last time. Be reasonable! You did enough damage to each other with that - remember!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Who told you to speak, Slave!&#8221; raged Celestine. Her lovely face was twisted into ugliness with her fury.<br> <br> But Amy respected Roberta&#8217;s judgment in these matters.<br> <br> &#8220;If Roberta thinks we should wear something else, she is the trained warrior around here! She is the expert.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;She is a Slave. And if she talks again, I shall kill her for sure!&#8221;<br> <br> Then the aged Mother Felicity appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Actually she had been hovering around for some time, in the guise of a falcon, but the two daughters had been to preoccupied to see her.<br> <br> &#8220;Release Roberta!&#8221; she ordered Celestine. &#8220;Let her sleep. When she is awake again, she shall referee this fight as she did the one before. Do as I say, Celestine and make it snappy! I am very disappointed in you!&#8221;<br> <br> Celestine, looking like a naughty little girl rather than Roberta&#8217;s imperious Mistress, untied Roberta and Felicity led her to a couch inside the tent. She lay down surrounded by rows of lethal whips and lines of bottles, all containing various differently coloured liquids. Felicity took down three bottles and poured out some liquid from each into a shallow bowl. Roberta then fell asleep. Her last sensation was of Mother Felicity rubbing the mixture into her shredded back.<br> <br> When she came round her back had ceased to hurt and she knew that it was healed and smooth, and that as long as she lived it must never be scarred again. Walking outside she saw the two young witches, one who had been her Mistress, tormentor and nocturnal lover and the other, who only wanted&nbsp; selfless love between equals. The sinister Celestine looked in far better shape than her sister, who still bore the marks of a recent fight in which she had been beaten.&nbsp; Amy didn&#8217;t look like much of a champion, thought Roberta.<br> <br> &#8220;What happens if Celestine beats Amy?&#8221; she asked Felicity.<br> <br> &#8220;Then she has you back. I hate what she has become, but she is of age now and there is little I can do. Amy will do her best, Roberta. She loves you very much. How should my daughters cover their hands for the fight, Warrior Woman Roberta?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I suggest they wrap them in leather strips like last time, Mother Felicity. Metal would cause dreadful harm. I can&#8217;t imagine what they were thinking of. Celestine took weeks to heal last time, when she had been bruised only by leather bound fists.&#8221;<br> <br> Mother Felicity ordered her two daughters to do as Roberta had decreed. They came out of the tent with their hands once again wrapped in soft leather strips.&nbsp; Their bodies were both oiled by now and glistening, but Amy&#8217;s entire body from the waist upwards was still covered with many bruises from her recent losing fight. Roberta wondered what had been the cause of it.<br> <br> As soon as Roberta gave the order, the pair started on each other.&nbsp; Amy made the first strike and sent Celestine reeling backwards. For a bruised and tired girl, she was showing amazing energy today! She followed this up with another hard right handed blow which knocked her sister to the ground. Roberta started counting. It had been agreed that if she counted up to twenty and the felled fighter was still not on her feet, the fight was over. Roberta had no power to stop the contest in any other circumstances.<br> <br> Celestine made it to her feet at the count of seventeen and looked shaken. Amy was a different girl today! The fight resumed and Celestine managed a bit of a come back, hitting Amy&#8217;s already bruised face several hard blows and making her nose, which Roberta guessed to be already broken from the previous contest,&nbsp; bleed copiously. <br> <br> But Amy was not to be denied another knock down for long! In the third minute after her first decking Celestine, she felled her sister again and this time Roberta&#8217;s tormentor was still lying on her back as Roberta reached twenty. Amy had won - and in only a few&nbsp; minutes!<br> <br> &#8220;Congratulate the victor, Roberta!&#8221; ordered Mother Felicity. &#8220;She has given you back all that Celestine had taken from you. Love her and protect her, Roberta, and she will make you very happy for the rest of your life.&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta embraced Amy, who responded happily. She kissed her, trying her best not to touch that tender and very likely broken little nose.<br> <br> &#8220;Thank you for rescuing me, darling! Now that we are together, I fear nothing in this strange new world where all my old friends are either long since dead or very old!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Thank you for being so brave under Celestine&#8217;s flogging. It was that amazing courage than inspired me to win. Without your brave example I should have failed yet again!&#8221;<br> <br> Amy took her rescued lover&#8217;s hand and led Roberta away from the clearing, with its tent full of instruments of torture, and the whipping post with the bloodstained grass around it. Roberta&nbsp; looked round and saw that Celestine still lay flat on her back. When Mother Felicity threw cold water over her she stirred a little but showed no other sign of life. It had been a terrific punch of Amy&#8217;s - right on the button, and sending her straight into dreamland for quite some time!<br> <br> In a few hours of leisurely strolling, hand in had all the way, they were back at the lake, with the island a few hundred yards off shore. A boat, identical to that which had carried Roberta and Celestine seventy years ago,&nbsp; was moored on the shore and the two lovers got in. Roberta rowed the couple over to the island. Amy looked terribly tired , as well she might after all her recent exertions, and Roberta was happy to do all the hard work!<br> <br> &#8220;The Palace looks the same as ever!&#8221; exclaimed Roberta as soon as the two young lovers, hand in hand and pausing frequently to kiss, had reached the topmost point. Look! The Golden Guard still exist! The defaulters are being led out for their evening whipping! How I wish I were there!<br> <br> I cannot be a Guard, though. You have to be enrolled as a girl of twelve. Even with my enormous strength, they would not take me at my age. What is my age, Amy?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;You are just over twenty one, Roberta! And those Guards are your former lover Bertha , who is being punished for the second time in a week and Natalie and Celia, who are both known to you and getting ten lashes apiece!<br> <br> Roberta almost fainted! As soon as she could speak she stammered her amazement to the laughing Amy.<br> <br> &#8220;How can this be, sweetheart? How can it be?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;We are witches, Roberta and can play tricks with time that you mortals cannot. You did indeed spend seventy years as Celestine&#8217;s slave and sexual plaything. But for me and the rest of the world, it all took place over one night! Never fear! I shall play no more tricks with you and you are mine now! And I am yours!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Celestine told me that the real culprits had been put to death, but I see that she lied. For Bertha is one of the guilty ones and she still lives, the miserable traitor!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta looked at Amy&#8217;s battered face.<br> <br> &#8220;So your face was still bruised today after the fight with Celestine! And the whip I took from the tent for Celestine to use on me was stained with my own only half dried blood!&#8221;<br> <br> Amy nodded. &#8220;And the blood around the whipping post was also yours. And another thing, my angel. Don&#8217;t, bother looking for that clearing again! No matter how hard you search, you will never find it!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta had absolutely no wish whatever to revisit that spot. It might be where she had met Amy, now her&nbsp; life&#8217;s partner, but there were too many other far less happy memories bound up with it. Then her mind turned to the present.<br> <br> &#8220;I have to go to the Palace, Amy. I need to right the wrong that was done me. Will you be alright to stay here until I return for you?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I shall come with you, darling. You can&#8217;t do what you have to do alone! In any case, I want to fight by your side and maybe die with you. For if you die there is no point in my living a second longer in a world where you are gone. There is much I know that can assist you.&nbsp; Don&#8217;t stop me, I beg you!&#8221;<br> <br> There were tears in Amy&#8217;s eyes and Roberta knew that she could refuse this girl nothing. Being tied to this delightful creature was still slavery, albeit a sweet and lovely kind of servitude!<br> <br> &#8220;We are equals, are we not? How can I stop you! And how could I ever deny you anything! You seem to know so much, Amy. I&#8216;ll let you lead the way!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I hoped you&#8217;d say that! I am still a witch, darling Roberta. Remember that when things look bad. I have great powers and they are all at your disposal until your honour is restored and I become a mortal like you. You&#8217;d like me to be as you are, would you not?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I love you as you are, Amy. Witch or mortal - it&#8217;s all the same to me!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Now you are free, Roberta, you will age like anyone else. I could not bear to see you grow old and die and not share the same destiny myself. All I want is to walk the same journey as you by your side until we are both buried in the same plot of ground, our bodies touching in death as they did in life!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Right! That was so beautiful of you. What now, Butch?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;We swim across the lake to the little beach where we are nearest the Palace. The water will be cold, but not too cold for you, my hardy friend and lover!&#8221;<br> <br> They scampered down the grassy slope to the water and dived in. It was indeed cold. It had only been a day or two since she had last plunged into this freezing water on which pieces of ice still floated. Amy swam beside her, a sleek and sinuous fish once more.<br> <br> &#8220;It&#8217;s OK for you, Amy! Fish can take it better than warm blooded animals like me!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Sorry, Roberta!&#8221; said Amy, spluttering beside her. &#8220;I&#8217;ll suffer the same as you from now on. I was a nice fish, though, wasn&#8217;t I!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;The sweetest fish I ever did see! But it would have been sad if some angler had caught you! Although I&#8217;m sure you&#8217;d have dealt with the situation.&#8221;<br> <br> The pair exchanged no more words until, cold and tired, they made the little beach near the Palace. Amy was shivering badly and Roberta could see that the slightly built young witch had overdone it. She ought to have let her go on being a fish! In order to warm her up again she put her powerful arms around her and drew her close against her body. As warmth began to return to the near frozen Amy, the pair kissed and fondled each other, getting more and more excited by the second.<br> <br> &#8220;Will you go on being naked once you are a mortal?&#8221; asked Roberta. She would miss that lovely ethereally nude girl&#8217;s sweet body if it were to be clothed, although Amy would wear fine clothes and display them to perfection.<br> <br> &#8220;It might be advisable, Roberta. Nude women get into trouble with the law, unless they are Golden Guards, their auxiliaries, or the King&#8217;s latest favourite parlour maid! You found out yourself how painful it can be to offend the Ladies&#8217; League! Lady Paula is nude again, by the way. When she is Queen it will be different, but for now she is the King&#8216;s special Nude Lady.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I think we should stay here for the night!&#8221; continued Amy, now warm again, but still keeping close to Roberta. &#8220;For one thing, it&#8217;s really nice to be so close to you and for another, the conspirators&nbsp; are not due to strike until a few hours after dawn. So we have time to get to know each other. How does that grab you?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Fine! You&#8217;re the boss, Amy!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;No, I&#8217;m not. But I do know a few things you still don&#8217;t. So you&#8217;d best do as I say when the day comes. You do remember what you were told the other day? About Felicity being in on it all?&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta nodded.<br> <br> &#8220;Well, the bad people suspect her of being aware of their plans and she has been framed much as you were. The poor girl is being tortured as we speak. She is strong, Roberta, but only mortal as you are. Although she is only a half sister, I feel so desperately sorry for her. If we could make our move now, I would be happy to do so, but it is hopeless until the well in the Private Courtyard is uncovered by the Water Carrier. Our way in is via the well shaft. One hour after the water has been drawn for the day, the well will be unattended but still uncovered. Then we can get&nbsp; into the Royal Apartments.<br> <br> &#8220;How heavy is the cover on the well?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Tons and tons. It takes a special winch to lift it and a team of horses.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I&#8217;m a lot stronger than I was a couple of days ago. It was only two days ago for you but it was seventy years for me. I could raise that cover easily. I know the way to the Torture Chamber from the Private Courtyard. I&#8217;ll disable the three torturers, free Felicity and bring her here.&#8221;<br> <br> Amy shook her head, tearfully.<br> <br> &#8220;We can&#8217;t risk the plotters getting wind of our presence, Roberta. It could be months before they tried anything again and you need to be restored to favour soon. You have waited too long as it is. I&#8217;m afraid Felicity must suffer a few more hours of hideous agony before her ordeal is over. It breaks my heart, though whenever I think about it.&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta comforted the weeping Amy and the pair settled down to wait for the well to be uncovered. As soon as Amy had calmed down Roberta asked a question on a matter that had been puzzling her.<br> <br> &#8220;If witches don&#8217;t age, then how come Philippa and Mother Felicity are so old looking? &#8220;<br> <br> Amy smiled.<br> <br> &#8220;It suits them to look old, darling. But they can take on any shape or form or appear to be any age! Don&#8217;t worry, sweetheart! I&#8217;m still only seventeen.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;And your sister? How old is she?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Twenty.&nbsp; I did well to beat her today, didn&#8217;t I? And to almost beat her the other day!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Very well indeed. And another thing puzzles me. I would have though you would have healed almost overnight. You healed my back in hours, stripped of flesh though it was.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I fought against another witch, darling. Any hurt we cause each other has to heal naturally. We can heal your back for you in seconds, especially if Mother thinks it was wrong to hurt you in the first place, which she did. Celestine is in big, big trouble, by the way, or will be when she wakes up after I KO&#8216;d her!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;She should be awake by now! It&#8217;s been hours!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Not the way I hit her. The timing was prefect, sweetheart.&nbsp; If she is awake she&#8217;ll have a nasty headache!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I&#8217;m surprised a sweet thing like you is so bloodthirsty! I&#8217;m glad you beat her, though! You&#8217;ll never know how glad!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I&#8217;ll be nothing but sweetness from now on! At least to you!&#8221; <br> <br> Amy looked beseechingly at her lover.<br> <br> &#8220;Do you forgive me for helping Celestine whip you? It was a sort of punishment to you for having been a disbeliever. And also it was a kind of coming of age gift for Celestine. You were incredibly brave. But I knew you&#8217;d never hold against Celestine the second time. You have nothing to be ashamed of, my love! And you more than made up for it today, because Celestine hurt you so much more this time!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Why was it not possible for me to be quiet the other day? It&#8217;s still hard not to think of it as seventy years ago!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;It was the power she had over your mind, Roberta. If she&#8217;d only stepped on your toes you&#8217;d have most likely let out a yelp! It was partly your fault. You desired her so much that you had surrendered a goodly part of your will to her.&nbsp; But you are alright now, my sweet. Now you are ready to put right the evils that threaten the kingdom. Soon you will be back where you belong and the Golden Guard will be purged of its traitors. You know who they are, don&#8217;t you?<br> <br> &#8220;I know. The Commandant herself and my slimy former lover Bertha. But who prepared the drug that put me into such a sleep that I allowed my weapons to be removed?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;It was a renegade witch, Roberta. Your friend Paula tracked her down and she fled the country, but not before telling Paula where your sword etc and the remaining potion could be found. She insisted it had to be you who recovered your weapons for yourself or she would make the proofs disappear for ever. Hence her having to organise your escape first. <br> <br> You&#8217;d have been allowed to finish all this a long time ago, but Philippa was furious with you about the things you said. As a witch myself I have to say you got what you deserved when you were whipped at the bandits&#8216; cave and subsequently.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Well, I believe now. Knowing what I do, it amazes me that I ever had doubts. What must I do to clear myself, Amy?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;You must take two of the Golden Guard with you when you go to find the proofs. You must have witnesses because your word alone will be useless. The King&#8217;s two trusted Personal Guards will not do for this purpose, as they will be needed to protect His Majesty. And poor Felicity is unable to go. Any two guards will do, darling. They are all trustworthy except for the two traitors, and we know who they are.&#8221;<br> &#8220;The rest room is attached to the private Courtyard. There&#8217;s always a few of us there at any time.&#8221; said Roberta. &#8220;Getting from there to the living quarters shouldn&#8217;t be too hard. What will you be doing while I&#8217;m sorting that out?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I&#8217;ll be flying around, waiting for you. I think I&#8217;ll be a raven again. But try not to be too long. You&#8217;ll have maybe twenty minutes before you must be back at the well.<br> <br> *****************************************<br> <br> Beatrice and Jenny were settling a minor difference. They were both interested in the same little wench who worked in the kitchens. The wench wasn&#8217;t too bothered which of these fine young Golden Guards appropriated her. All the wench wanted was to stir up a bit of trouble and she had succeeded!<br> <br> &#8220;Why don&#8217;t you fight each other for me? Meet in the rest room just after dawn. You&#8217;ve got the morning free tomorrow&#8221; the little girl had told them the night before.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;We&#8217;d both of us be whipped for fighting. You&#8217;ve seen Guards punished. It isn&#8217;t pretty! And it wouldn&#8217;t be just a dozen. There&#8217;s not been a fight for years, but the last time there was, the guilty pair were given a hundred apiece. Sorry, Lily, we don&#8217;t fancy you that much!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Scared of a few lashes, eh? Call yourselves Golden Guards! Cowards! Roberta wouldn&#8216;t have minded getting hundred if a girl she wanted was at the end of it! She was a heroine, that one!&#8221;<br> <br> So here they both were, squaring up to each other with the sweet Lily as the prize for one and the whip as the punishment for both. Silly girls! As if there weren&#8217;t plenty of pretty wenches like Lily adorning the Palace! The King&#8217;s ever eager eye for a pretty face ensured that female beauty was a commonplace around here! <br> <br> Both of the infatuated nineteen year olds had discarded their sword belts and other impedimenta. Only two others were watching and this was two too many as far as the rivals were concerned. With total privacy there was a chance their damaged bodies might not draw the Commandant&#8217;s attention until the bruises had faded. Not much of a chance, though!<br> <br> One good thing was that Senior Guard Felicity, that hawk eyed officer, was in disgrace and being tortured horribly in the dungeon.&nbsp; As the first fierce blows were being struck in this rather pointless fight, Felicity&#8217;s head was being raised from the water tank after almost two minutes&#8217; submersion. She drew a deep breath and was immediately under water again. This had been going on all night so she knew the drill backwards by now. <br> <br> During her all too brief moment out of the tank she saw the brazier being heated up. More hot irons looked like being applied to her before too long. It would be a change from being half drowned!<br> <br> The Town Tormentor from Rockwell Green had arrived at the Palace the previous evening and was assisting the Chief Torturer in his interrogation of Felicity. Felicity had formed a deep dislike of this man, whom she suspected to be gay. She was unusual, if not unique, for a Golden Guard in being deeply in love with a man whom she hoped to marry in a year when her service was over. Being tortured by a real man was one thing, but having this fairy dunking her in the tank and neatly jotting down his findings in a little notebook was an insult!<br> <br> Meanwhile, back in the rest room, Beatrice had just landed a beauty of a right slightly under Jenny&#8217;s left eye, raising a huge lump which would take at least a week to go down. This was two minutes into the fight and it was not going poor old Jenny&#8217;s way at all.<br> <br> During the years of training, these two had often been paired against each other during the unarmed combat sessions and Jenny had always lost, especially in the kind of bare fist fighting that the wicked little minx Lily had insisted on for this contest. Why she had agreed to fight Beatrice for the favour of this silly little bitch she couldn&#8217;t work out, especially now, as Beatrice thumped her other eye and almost closed it. But a Golden Guard, once in a fight, never gave up.&nbsp; Jenny fought on, grimly determined that she would not be disgraced.<br> <br> Beatrice landed a direct hit on her opponent&#8217;s nose, cracking it and cutting it open. Jenny, on the verge of defeat,&nbsp; saw an opening and hit Beatrice hard in the gut, making her rival grunt but doing no serious damage. Beatrice paused for less than a tenth of a second and replied with a huge thudding blow to Jenny&#8217;s tummy. Jenny dropped her guard and clasped her tortured stomach with both hands. That was the last she knew for several hours!<br> <br> Amelia and Joanna applauded Beatrice&#8217;s not exactly unexpected victory as Jenny flew across the room and slid down the wall after thudding into it from the impact of the deciding punch. It had been too one sided a fight for it to be that interesting, which was why only a couple had bothered to come along and&nbsp; watch. Poor old Jenny never had a chance.<br> <br> This pair only applauded for a couple of seconds and they found themselves grasped from behind. All the Golden Guards were strong young women, but the grip that held Amelia and Joanna was unbreakable.<br> <br> &#8220;Help, Beatrice!&#8221; they both croaked. <br> <br> Beatrice, the easy victor against Jenny,&nbsp; came running to their help but a mighty kick struck her square on the jaw and sent her spinning across the room to join Jenny in a protracted period of unconsciousness. When, hours later, they woke up in the cells, chained to the walls with only rats for company, and&nbsp; with the prospect of a very severe flogging in front of them, they both agreed that Lily had not been worth the trouble! <br> <br> Lily had not really fancied either of them in any case. She was another of these rarities around the place who preferred the opposite sex to her own. Having got a couple of arrogant self satisfied dykes to beat each other up and then get horribly flogged for their pains pleased her greatly! There was not much future in the Palace environment for a trouble maker like Lily. There was only one way to go for a girl who had an attitude like that. She was fired soon afterwards.<br> <br> &#8220;You two are coming with me!&#8221; said Roberta. &#8220;I need you to be witnesses. This could be a big day for you two. Come along girls and don&#8217;t struggle. I&#8217;m a hundred times stronger than the pair of you put together!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I can believe that!&#8221; gasped Amelia. &#8220;Look here, Roberta! If we agree to come with you, will you let us go? You&#8217;re strangling me. I don&#8217;t think you know your own strength these days! Breaking rocks does wonders for the physique!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Will you both give your word, on your honour as Golden Guards? I promise you I only want you for a few minutes. After that, take me to the King!&#8221;<br> <br> To Be Concluded<br> <br> <br> <br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>09 - Paula finds Comfort and Roberta has Another Hard Fight</title> </head> <body> &nbsp;Chapter Nine<br> <br> <br> <br> THE STORY SO FAR<br> <br> <br> <br> Immediately after her escape from Hell Island, a feat none had previously though possible, Roberta and her loyal follower Paula had been captured by bandits. At the bandit lair, Roberta had been ritually flogged at the behest of the female sage, Philippa, in order to collect enough of her blood for the wise old woman to use in order mystically&nbsp; to divine Roberta&#8216;s guilt or innocence. This oracle had pronounced the wronged Roberta an innocent woman. The pair then left the robbers&#8217; hideout and started out on the long journey back to the Royal Palace and a confrontation with the real villains, who continued to menace the King&#8217;s life and the security of the realm.<br> <br> On the way Roberta was involved in a number of adventures. Her first two had brought her a total of three severe floggings, despite the great services she had performed in ridding two communities of deadly enemies, the so-called Lord Gerald and the brutal mercenary fighter Rodrigo. <br> <br> Roberta&#8217;s continuing nudity, an asset when a member of the King&#8217;s Golden Guard, was a painful liability out in the world of ordinary folk, increasingly terrorised by a rabidly puritanical group called the Ladies&#8217; League for Truth and Decency.<br> <br> Here begins:-<br> <font size="+3"><br> ADVENTURE NUMBER THREE</font><br> <br> <br> <br> "Twenty five"<br> <br> Swish, CRACK!<br> <br> "No more, Roberta. Please!"<br> <br> "Twenty six"<br> <br> Swish -&nbsp; Crack!<br> <br> "I'll never step out of line again, Mistress Roberta, my love! Honestly!"<br> <br> "Twenty seven"<br> <br> Swish - crack!<br> <br> Paula held her peace thereafter - for several reasons. For one thing, she was going to get as many strokes as Roberta wanted to give her, laid on with all of the enraged fighter's prodigious strength and that was that! What was the point of crying out and disgracing herself further?&nbsp; Roberta was, rightly, somewhat pissed off with her these days. And, let's face it she thought,&nbsp; it wasn't that bad! Now that her bottom was so much raw meat she was quite getting into it, and in a big way!<br> <br> **************<br> <br> "Fifty!"<br> <br> Swish - crack"<br> <br> "LOVELY!! LOVELY!!! More, more! Give me more!<br> <br> "Sorry, you fucking pervert! I'm too tired for any more today!"<br> <br> *********<br> <br> A week had passed since Roberta had left the last village, in possession both of a stick to beat Paula and yet another extremely sore back. When, bit by bit, she had got Paula to tell her all that had happened to her while her Mistress was either working her butt off or being immured in a stinking dungeon, Roberta had blown her top and in a big way!<br> <br> The caning she had just administered was the third so far and the longest. It would not be the last. Roberta&#8217;s anger was as incandescent as ever! As soon as Paula had healed up she would get another. It was not so much the little girl's living it up while her Mistress was going through yet more pain and grief.<br> <br> Roberta was more than happy to collect all the pain and let Paula live in comfort. It was the way she had surrendered her body to so many men on the nights&nbsp; after the fight that had truly disgusted Roberta. The thought that she had been locked up down below while the little tramp had been betraying her like that made her truly livid. <br> <br> She mounted Paula's horse and spurred it into a trot, Paula, her arse still throbbing painfully and her soles sorer and sorer on the rough stony ground, ran barefoot and naked beside her. The little assistant was barred clothing for another week. Those nice fine garments that Paula had acquired recently with money Roberta had earned by the sweat of her body were stowed away in a saddle bag and there they would stay until the miscreant had spent a few frosty nights under the stars. And it was getting nice and chilly at nights. <br> <br> It was the cold rather than the caning that really got to Paula. As indicated above, the stick gave her more pleasure than pain after the first few strokes. It was the cold at night and Roberta's continuing anger and denial of her body to her that caused the real pain. Men had been great fun for those few wild nights, but Roberta was better than all the men in the world and she hungered for her already. She hungered for a return of her affection and for the feel of her warm and strong body against hers.<br> <br> And then, the very next day, Paula woke up in the morning to find herself covered in furs and her clothes laid out for her to wear. Roberta might have a furious temper, but her rages, so terrifying while they lasted, didn't usually last that long. As far as the former Golden Guard was concerned, all was forgotten and forgiven. They breakfasted, eating fish that Roberta had caught and cooked while Paula still slept, and resumed their journey, Paula astride her horse and wearing all her finest clothes and naked Slave Roberta walking swiftly beside her.<br> <br> &#8220;Will my Mistress forgive her Slave for caning her and stripping her?&#8221; asked Roberta at mid day when they had stopped to water and feed the horse, as well as themselves. Roberta had killed a deer and they had dined well.<br> <br> &#8220;You are the Mistress, Roberta. You are the glorious woman I have worshipped for so long ever since I saw you running with the King&#8217;s carriage. Those fools at the village might have forced me to call you my slave, but we both know better than that!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I think, for the purposes of the journey, with you clothed and riding a horse and me naked and on foot, it makes sense if others think of me as the slave, Paula! That way my nudity might not get me into quite so much trouble! And this pretence will be easier to make convincing if we live the situation every second of the day. So, I repeat my question. Will my Mistress forgive her slave for her gross insolence in caning and stripping her?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;If my Slave will promise to cane her Mistress from time to time, then I forgive her for stripping me. The caning was wonderful after the first few strokes. As far as that is concerned, there is nothing to forgive!&#8221;<br> <br> They finished their meal and Paula ordered Roberta to kneel so that she might mount her horse more easily. It was a very long way up for such a tiny girl and Roberta&#8216;s strong young back was a great help, especially as the intelligent Slave rose with Paula on her back and elevated her to the saddle! It was a lot easier for Roberta by this time.&nbsp; Paula had stood on her raw and bleeding back after her last whipping and it had been days before Roberta had healed enough not to gasp in pain as those boots ground into her&nbsp; torn flesh..<br> <br> **************<br> <br> &#8220;I see a small settlement ahead, Slave!&#8221; said Paula anxiously. She was higher up than Roberta, who was running by her side as she kept the horse trotting. The exercise was good for Roberta&#8217;s legs and the Slave was enjoying the chance to stretch herself. Paula had been keeping her doing this cracking pace for two hours now and sweat was pouring off her, despite the frosty weather. <br> <br> &#8220;What does my Mistress propose we do? Make a detour?&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta knew what would make most sense. Keep well away from towns, especially towns where the Ladies&#8217; League for Truth and Decency was strong! Roberta wanted no more floggings just yet. Unlike Paula, whose backside was already craving for more lovely swishy strokes, she was quite happy to postpone her next whipping indefinitely - for ever, even! There was more to life than a succession of severe whippings - or ought to be!<br> <br> &#8220;What would the Slave do - if she weren&#8217;t a Slave?&#8221; Paula sounded uncertain. Authority was all very well, but not when important and rather tricky decisions were to be made!<br> <br> &#8220;The Slave has no idea. The Slave does not have ideas above her station. The Slave is a good and humble Slave!&#8221;<br> <br> Paula cursed under her breath. There was no need to play this game quite so much by the book! Roberta would know what to do. She did know, but was letting Paula decide. The mistress thought the matter over for a few minutes and then decided a little tentatively.<br> <br> Paula recollected those days in that cosy little cottage with the Mayor making sure she lacked for nothing. It would be nice to stay in a comfortable inn, especially&nbsp; now that the frost seemed to be a permanent feature of life on the open road!<br> <br> &#8220;We go to the town and hope there is a nice warm inn with plenty of food and wine to warm me after all this cold. I&#8217;m fucking perished! It&#8217;s OK for you, Slave. You&#8217;re not human! If you were human you&#8217;d be blue, not a healthy pink! And let&#8217;s give this horse his head! Come on, Slave! Move that lazy butt! What do you think I feed you for?&#8221;<br> <br> This time it was Roberta who cursed&nbsp; Paula for playing the game of Slave and Mistress a little too much for real! After two hours of jogging, she was more ready for a rest than a hectic sprint! But she kept up the increased pace until the outskirts of the small community were reached.<br> <br> Two elderly people, a man and his aged wife, came out of the first cottage. They stared at the utterly naked Roberta, wearing not even her weapons any longer - these were in Paula&#8217;s safe keeping nowadays. The woman saw the red marks around Roberta&#8217;s ankles where her flesh had been seared by hot metal not very long since. This was a former prisoner, whose shackles had but lately been struck off her felon&#8216;s body! Could it be the fearsome warrior who had slain the mighty Rodrigo? There had been mixed reports about Roberta, but the balance was unfavourable.<br> <br> &#8220;Is there a good and comfortable hostelry in your town?&#8221; asked Paula, looking very imperious on her fine horse, despite her diminutive size. The villagers in the last port of call had fitted her out superbly.<br> <br> &#8220;We have two inns, Mistress. One is for low types and very rowdy and disreputable The other is a little further past the first and is well fitted for a great lady like yourself!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;A great lady! Did you hear that, Slave!&#8221; giggled Paula as she spurred her horse to complete the rest of the journey. <br> <br> Roberta smiled. Paula looked so pleased with herself to be thus addressed and she could see why the old couple had been impressed. Paula looked like a queen these days! It was fortunate, though, that the couple had not been able to see her still bruised and liberally striped backside!<br> <br> Because of the continuing discomfort in her rear quarters, Paula was glad to be helped down by her Slave. Leaving Roberta to hold the reins, she went into the inn. The owner was waiting for her, rubbing his hands and smiling subserviently. He knew who Paula was and who her companion was, also. This lady had much to spend and he was grateful she was going to spend it here - for times were hard lately!<br> <br> He showed her to the finest room and she looked around appreciatively. Very nice indeed! This would do her very satisfactorily for a few days!<br> <br> Having had her belongings taken up to the room, she made sure that the fine horse was stabled. Roberta was taken to the blacksmith&#8217;s to have a fresh manacle fitted&nbsp; - to one leg only. - and with a very short chain.&nbsp; Then she was secured to the iron rail which enclosed the public fountain. Because of the waterlogged nature of the ground in this low lying area the cellars were flooded and unsuitable. So Roberta got to stay above ground and in the fresh air. (And in the freezing cold!).<br> <br> Happily for the Slave, the Ladies League for Truth and Decency were not strong in this particular town. The place was dominated by red blooded men who appreciated the sight of a pretty woman and were fascinated by Roberta,! Drooling with unsatisfied desire, they lined up to examine her - at a safe distance, for she looked pretty angry to be ogled and they knew her reputation!<br> <br> Long after Paula had dropped off into a nice deep slumber, cosseting her body&nbsp; between freshly laundered and lavender scented sheets in a lovely warm room with the affectionately purring hotel cat for company, the men hung around and admired the tethered Slave, gloriously naked and out in the continuing cold. <br> <br> They all averred that none had laid eyes on such a cunt before - not in all their born days. They all agreed that it was a veritable joy to behold. Oh! To be the one to insert his eager member into that passage of delight! Oh, to be the lucky man to taste the sweet juices that oozed from out of that sweet cave of love! Tough luck, guys! No man ever had, or ever would! Finally they drifted off to their homes and their less than pulchritudinous wives. At last, Roberta was able to snatch a few hours sleep herself. <br> <br> It was exciting to be shackled again! She was beginning to like this game. Before she drifted off into a shallow and chilly sleep, she shook her leg and heard the chain clink and rattle. This was fun! Paula and she must go on playing this game!<br> <br> *****************<br> <br> Paula woke up an hour after sunrise. The darling cat was still sleeping and she slipped carefully out of bed in order not to wake her.<br> <br> Looking out of the window she saw that Roberta was awake and being appraised by a couple of men, both of them on their way to work in the fields. Roberta looked oddly happy. Could it be that she liked sleeping buck naked in the freezing cold? Obviously she did! But Paula preferred her nice warm bed and the company of the darling adorable pussy cat!<br> <br> The cat had started to move. Now that the warmth from Paula&#8217;s body was no longer coming up through the bedclothes she was aware that it was time get on with things! Out there were birds to be caught and killed, mice to be played with and put to a grisly death, milk to be drunk, fish to be eaten and - above all - shit to be expelled from her lithe and furry body onto some proud gardener&#8217;s lovingly tended borders. Another day! She stole gracefully downstairs and was allowed to exit the building. After some thought she decided on shitting in the Mayor&#8217;s garden this morning. She&#8217;d never liked the bastard and when he angrily threw things at her, he always missed! That creep was fucking pathetic!<br> <br> *******************<br> <br> Paula ate eggs, bacon, freshly baked rolls and a whole bunch of grapes for breakfast. Afterwards she drank several cups of incredibly aromatic coffee. She had always wondered, heretofore, why coffee always seemed to smell so much better than it tasted. This incredible brew tasted a hundred times better than it smelled! And it smelled pretty good!<br> <br> She looked up and saw a very important looking man crossing the room. If it were not for the tethered but still formidable Roberta&#8217;s jealousy, she would have fancied him! The man stood over her and coughed with extreme delicacy and politeness. He looked a real toff! And to think that she had once been a mere maid and now she was being deferred to by men like him!<br> <br> &#8220;Are you the owner of the Slave in the square, madam?&#8221; he asked.<br> <br> &#8220;I am. I was told that she could be left there overnight, so long as she was securely shackled.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Indeed, Madam! No problem! But we wondered if she might be the same mighty warrior who recently killed that over the hill drunken bum Rodrigo?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;My Slave is the very same woman. No one, male or female, can fail to be defeated by my obedient and loyal Slave. So watch out!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Just as you say, Madam!&#8221;<br> <br> Paula continued to eat her delicious breakfast. The sweet cat, having crapped over the Mayor&#8217;s prize tulips and dug them up in a ritual burial ceremony, wrapped her sinuous body around her sweet ankles.<br> <br> &#8220;Hi, sweetheart! Have a good shit?&#8221; she asked solicitously.<br> <br> &#8220;Meow!&#8221;<br> <br> ****************<br> <br> Roberta was hungry! And with hunger came anger. While that selfish bitch Paula was taking her time over breakfast, she was fucking starving out here in the square. <br> <br> &#8220;Come on, you cow!&#8221; she muttered viciously.<br> <br> Roberta contented herself with a loving contemplation of all the details of Paula&#8217;s next caning! It was going to be the most protracted and brutal yet! She&#8217;d show the little minx! But even this supremely satisfactory sadistic fantasy was not sufficient to stave off the hunger pangs for long!<br> <br> When food was finally brought over for her it was so horrible that she almost puked. The only thing that relieved the monotony that long cold day was being allowed to go the toilet!<br> <br> ****************<br> <br> Paula had been at the hotel for just over a day and it was morning again. The sweet little pussy cat had performed her morning toilet and wreaked great havoc upon the Mayor&#8217;s prized garden. The angrily aimed boot had missed by a mile - as always! Pussy was very happy today! Now that she had cleansed&nbsp; her body of impurities, it was time to check out that very nice guest who had so kindly allowed her to sleep on her bed the last couple of nights.<br> <br> Paula saw Pussy and cried out in sheer joy.<br> <br> &#8220;Darling sweetie-pie! How are we this lovely morning? Let&#8217;s go and see Slave Roberta! Come on, darling!&#8221;<br> <br> Paula picked up the purring cat and wandered over to the square where Roberta was shackled.<br> <br> &#8220;Good morning, Mistress! What a sweet little cat! Before I was selected to join the Golden Guard, I was given a gorgeous little kitten. It would have grown up to look just like that angelic darling! Where did my Mistress find her?&#8221;<br> <br> &nbsp;&#8220;It is the hotel cat, Slave Roberta. Are you well this morning?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I thank my Mistress for her concern. I am very well, except for the men folk of this place who crowd around at night to inspect my cunt!<br> <br> &#8220;You can&#8217;t blame them Slave Roberta! It is a pretty exceptional cunt! I often masturbate about it myself! I hope you are a good girl and spread your legs for them to get a good look!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Of course, Mistress! Are we moving on today, Mistress Paula?&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta wasn&#8217;t too optimistic! She saw a certain kind of look in Paula&#8217;s eye! She was going to be here a day or two yet!<br> <br> &#8220;No! I like it here! And poor pussy would be so sad if I left her. Wouldn&#8217;t you, sweetheart?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Meow!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;So your poor old Slave gets to stay here, I suppose! Have a nice few days, Mistress!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Thank you, Roberta! I intend to! Pussy and I are going to have a ball!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Mistress!&#8221;<br> <br> Paula was just going back to the hotel, fondling the pussy.<br> <br> &#8220;What is it now, Slave!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Can&#8217;t you find some work for me? That money isn&#8217;t going to last for ever. Not the way you spend it!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Mind your own lowly business, Slave! And don&#8217;t be so fucking rude! It&#8217;s all taken care of - or will be!&#8221;<br> <br> Paula went back to her room, depositing the cat on her bed where she immediately fell fast asleep (the cat - that is!). <br> <br> She counted her remaining money. There was absolutely loads and loads of it! Silly stingy Roberta with her careful peasant upbringing! This would last for six months at the rate the pair were spending it! After all, Roberta hardly spent any and she was so good with her bow and arrow that they ate for free most of the time! But the Slave did have a point. It was NEVER possible to have too much money! And the mighty Slave would start going to seed if left where she was. Hard and back breaking work must be found for her.<br> <br> Before she had time to think any further on the subject there was a knock on her door. She shouted to whoever it was to come in.<br> <br> It was the hotel keeper and two others. The cat looked up briefly, recognised her beloved owner, and went back to sleep. He came in with the two others and stood respectfully until Paula asked them to be seated.<br> <br> &#8220;I hope you are enjoying your stay with us, Madam?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Very much. Your cat is such a darling!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;She&#8217;s called Suzie! She&#8217;s very popular around here, except with the mayor!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Any way, I don&#8217;t suppose you came to pass the time of day! What can I do for you?&#8221;<br> <br> The taller of the two gentleman spoke first.<br> <br> &#8220;It&#8217;s about your strong Slave. We would like to hire her for maybe as long as a week or two. We are not the richest people, Madam, but could afford twenty gold pieces for two weeks&#8217; hire.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;What exactly do you want her to do? She can fight and she can lift and carry. At the last place we stayed at she cleared an entire grove of trees inside two weeks. Then she fought and killed Rodrigo. She was wonderful that day!&#8221;<br> <br> The taller man explained what Roberta was to do.<br> <br> &#8220;My daughter has been kidnapped by robbers who have taken her to their camp in the woods. I cannot afford the ransom they have demanded. There isn&#8217;t that much money in the whole town! We think there a dozen of them and we know where they are camped. Your Slave is a former |Golden Guard. We could see that without being told, but her fame has spread far and wide these last weeks. I can promise you our eternal gratitude as well as the money, which is very little, but all we can afford. Will you help us?&#8221;<br> <br> Paula frowned and then replied.<br> <br> &#8220;I&#8217;ll be frank with you, gentlemen. Roberta is not really a slave. In fact she is my Mistress. When she was in the Golden Guard I was an auxiliary and her special helper. It just seemed&nbsp; to the two of us that it would be prudent for her to act the part of Slave in the hope that her perpetual nakedness might not be punished so badly. <br> <br> Wherever we go she gets horribly flogged for her nudity which is a badge of honour for her as a Golden Guard. I&#8217;ll have to ask her if she will do it. I hardly think her answer is in doubt. Your daughter will be saved and she will save her And I can&#8216;t imagine it taking her as long as two weeks. What&#8217;s more, I am sure she would flay me alive if I accepted a penny from you!&#8221;<br> <br> The group went over to the square. As Paula had guessed, Roberta readily agreed to help to the fullest extent of her powers. Her manacles were removed and she and Paula conferred.<br> <br> &#8220;I want to come as well, darling! Unless you think I&#8217;d only be in the way!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;You stay here and keep furry little Suzie company! I&#8217;ll take two of the men with me. Any more would be too many. Goodbye, darling Paula! It won&#8217;t be long!&#8221;<br> <br> ******************<br> <br> A couple of hours later, the little group were looking down at the bandit encampment. Roberta recognised the leader. His name was Alfonso and she had clashed with him once in her first year. Most of his gang had been killed or captured but he had escaped after a brief duel with a hard pressed Roberta who had been unable to stop him getting away. She had needed to be in six places at once that day - luckily for Alfonso!<br> <br> &#8220;Is that her&#8221; asked Roberta of the young girl&#8217;s father. &#8220;The fair haired girl tied to the stake?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Yes. That is my Ethelberta. Poor child! She looks so frightened!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;They appear not to have harmed her. You say it was the day before yesterday, a few hours before we arrived?&#8221;<br> <br> The distraught father nodded.<br> <br> &#8220;There are too many of them to make a frontal attack. Those aren&#8217;t ordinary bandits, but trained fighters. I know the type! I will go and challenge their leader to fight me for her. Don&#8217;t worry! I recognise him and know he won&#8217;t turn down a fight! Not him! Go home, both of you! I&#8217;ll bring your daughter to you in the morning! I think I may have to be their guest overnight if I know anything about Alfonso&#8216;s hospitality! Get along home. I&#8217;ll get you daughter back!&#8221;<br> <br> The father and his friend left, wondering just how wise it had been to enlist the help of this naked woman who seemed to know the bandits and who was known to be a fugitive. But something about Roberta spoke of honesty and straight dealing.<br> <br> Making sure that the two men had indeed gone home, Roberta strode into the robber camp. <br> <br> &#8220;Well, Alfonso! It&#8217;s been a while since we last met! Taken to kidnapping poor young women, have we. Nice! I don&#8217;t think! I have a suggestion for you!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Hello, Roberta. You look more wonderful than ever, despite the many scars you have collected since we last had the pleasure! I am terribly sorry to hear about you troubles. We have no quarrel with you. Have some wine with us and leave.&nbsp; Unless, of course, you care to throw in you lot with us. You&#8217;d be very welcome and be my deputy!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;No. I want Ethelberta to come with me. Will you release her for old time&#8216;s sake?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;You are joking, Roberta! Who is to make us? You are armed and deadly, but so are we. How will you make me let her go?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I&#8217;ll fight you for her. Or are you reduced to being a miserable coward as well as a kidnapper? Once I respected you, rebel though you were, but now you make me ill just looking at you! Fight me and if I win, she goes free!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I accept. You know me well enough! Never turn down the chance of a good, hard fight! And you always give people that - good old Roberta! But I choose the weapons - right!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Right!&#8221;<br> <br> Alfonso went over to a group of his men, all with their weapons trained on Roberta and ready to pierce her naked body with a dozen arrows if their leader gave the order. They all laughed heartily and Alfonso came over to Roberta.<br> <br> &#8220;I hear that your back has tasted deeply of the lash these last years since we met on the field of battle! You will be tasting the whip&#8217;s far from gentle kisses today! We fight with whips, Roberta! Still keen or will you go with my blessing and leave the ransom negotiations to us and the villagers?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Of course I accept. Let&#8217;s get on with it! Will you strip to make it a fair contest?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;No. I&#8217;m not as stupid as I look, my fine friend! You chose to be naked, Roberta, not I!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta was handed a whip, the lash of which was twelve feet in length and Alfonso was given one of equal size. She removed her sword belt and bow. Roberta stood before her foe, unarmed except for the whip. It felt good to be wielding one for a change! As a Golden Guard she had rarely been on whip duty, but&nbsp; frequently on the receiving end! &nbsp;<br> <br> Alfonso wore breeches and a leather coat which it would take Roberta many good hard&nbsp; and well delivered cuts to penetrate. She, as ever, wore nothing but her skin! And she was unhappily aware that the said skin was about to be cut to ribbons. She wasn&#8217;t looking forward to the next few minutes! But the sight of the terrified girl, hardly more than a child, was enough to make her refuse to even think about backing out. The men backed away, none of them anxious to be sliced with the biting flying leather thongs when the fight was under way!<br> <br> Alfonso struck first and Roberta ducked, feeling the breeze as the wickedly tapering thong missed her by less than an inch. Roberta struck back and saw a tear appear in the jacket. A good start! <br> <br> She was less successful at evading the next effort from Alfonso and her muscular upper arm, midway between elbow and shoulder, bled from a slight nick as the whip flashed at her, too quick for her to avoid completely. Gritting her teeth in anticipation of more pain to come she moved in close and aimed three hard blows at the robber&#8217;s shoulders. She got the whip to land on the same spot each time and got through the material with the third. Roberta&nbsp; had the satisfaction of seeing him bleed and hearing him cry out in pain. But she was bleeding herself after three&nbsp; minor cuts and one very, very major one.<br> <br> Next time she aimed for his face and missed! He aimed for hers and missed. From then on both fighters concentrated on the body, which provided a bigger target and one easy to hit, as both fighters began to find out! For a painfully long time the stood toe to toe and exchanging more than twenty hard blows. For minutes nothing was heard save the cruel swishing and hissing of the whips and the sound of leather on clothing and leather on flesh. Roberta was cut open all over her exposed body but she reduced his coat to bloody shreds and he began to cry out in pain as she pressed home her attack, seemingly oblivious of the pain she must be suffering.&nbsp; Roberta, as ever, made not a sound. After five minutes of this Alfonso stepped back and raised his hands in a gesture of defeat. <br> <br> &#8220;Take her, Roberta. My God, you are a tough one! Stronger than any man I have ever met and not made from flesh and blood but the finest steel! Will you stay overnight with us? Your wounds need dressing. I have really cut you up! Why&nbsp; you aren&#8216;t lying in a pool of blood I can&#8216;t imagine! You aren&#8216;t human!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta shook her head.<br> <br> &#8220;Thanks for the kind offer, but I must get the child home. If you had seen how desperate her father was to see her again, you&#8217;d not keep her from him a minute longer than necessary. Try to find a more honourable way to earn you and your band a living, Alfonso! You&#8217;ll all feel the cleaner for it, even if you are poorer!&#8221;<br> <br> The girl was released and Roberta took her by the hand and led her home to her grateful father. The citizens crowded round to congratulate her on her bravery. Then Roberta , who had lost a frightening amount of blood and was already deathly pale, fainted.<br> <br> She woke up next day to find herself in bed and covered with sheets. Her body was covered in bandages and she struggled to free herself from then. She was a Golden Guard! She must remove this covering at once. Then she fainted again.<br> <br> Paula heard the commotion and came into the room where her friend lay. She saw Roberta&#8217;s distress and gave a crisp instruction to the physician tending her.<br> <br> &#8220;Take off her bandages. She will go berserk if you don&#8217;t. Every second she wears those dressings is a disgrace to her. The air on her skin will heal her soon enough! She has suffered worse than those wounds in her time and never had bandages for them!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta was unwrapped and her dreadful wounds left to the air to heal them. She lay naked on the bed and fell into a deep sleep from which she did not awake for forty eight hours.<br> <br> The heroine amazed everyone except Paula by the speed of her recovery. As the little girl had predicted, Roberta angrily refused all offers of money, but the insistence of the grateful father finally wore down her resistance. They were the guests of the townsfolk for three weeks and by the time they were ready to leave, her wounds had all healed. But the scars on her belly, breasts, thighs, arms and shoulders would never disappear.<br> <br> &#8220;Funny, isn&#8217;t it, darling!&#8221; said Paula as she accompanied her friend on the way out of the town, after bidding Suzie a very tearful farewell. She had come to adore that cat!<br> <br> &#8220;What is funny?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;The first place we come to where they accept your nudity and you still get whipped!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I&#8217;m not laughing, Paula! And I think it&#8216;s time for your next caning!&#8221;<br> <br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>07 - Hard Work, a Dungeon and a Challenge</title> </head> <body> <br> The fugitive Golden Guard had several adventures after leaving the Bandits&#8217; Cave where Philippa had divined her innocence by a mystic appraisal of her warm and freshly shed blood. This is the second.<br> <br> <font size="+3"><br> ADVENTURE THE SECOND - Part One</font><br> <br> <br> <br> ROBERTA AND PAULA<br> <br> <br> <br> "I wonder how these people will react to your nudity, Roberta?" asked Paula. "I hope you don't <br> collect another whipping just yet! A really satisfactory and aesthetically pleasing lashing needs to be done on a nice&nbsp; fresh back! Or so I think! And, thanks mainly to you, I&#8217;ve seen enough to have a right to form a judgment in such matters!<br> <br> You need at the very least, a couple of weeks to recover before the next one. Your scars are still fresh and weeping from the last. So let&#8217;s hope they at least allow you time to heal before they punish you. Of course, you might be lucky this time! Doubt it, though! I think the store is over there!"<br> <br> Paula and Roberta were in a small village looking for a nice swishy stick for Paula's backside. They needed one in order that Roberta might subject her to a fun caning. The couple were also hoping to purchase food for the continuing journey. Roberta decided that they must stay here for a while. <br> <br> "I'll see if they have any work for me, Paula. From the look of the place, there seems a lot to be done around here and a pair of strong arms and shoulders will be useful. We'll buy your nice stick and ask to be introduced to the head man!"<br> <br> Roberta was told the mayor was also the owner of the store. This dignitary, full of self importance,&nbsp;&nbsp; came out and looked angrily at Roberta. It was clear that if the Golden Guard hoped that her nudity would be more welcome here than in the last village, she was in for a major and possible very painful disappointment.<br> <br> "What have we here? A shameless strumpet who thinks her great strength allows her to behave as she pleases! I see you have been whipped recently, my good woman! They gave you quite a going over! I can guess why! I suggest you complete your purchases and move on. We won't add to those wounds today - not while they are so fresh. We are not that cruel."<br> <br> "Do you have work for me, Sir?&#8221; said Roberta in a placatory voice. &#8220;My friend and I are short of money and we have a very long journey ahead of us."<br> <br> "I&#8217;m not so sure about your little friend but we certainly have plenty of hard work for you. You are obviously very strong and can start at once if you wish. But please! I beg you to put some clothes on! We are respectable folk around here. There is a very strong Ladies League for Truth and Decency around here and elections are due. I daren&#8216;t let something as blatant as this pass. I must make an example of you."<br> <br> "I have my reasons for refusing to wear clothes.&#8221; said Roberta firmly, but politely. &#8220; I understand your feelings and those of the worthy citizenry and you may punish me as you see fit. I will accept whatever you decide and not resist. I am happy to pay the penalty for being naked, whatever it might be.&nbsp; I will always be naked. My body is as a blazing beacon of truth never to be hid from people&#8217;s eyes.&#8221;<br> <br> Paula blinked at this last remark! She had never seen it like that before! Roberta continued.<br> <br> &#8220;What is the work I am to do? There are still a few hours of daylight! All I ask is that my friend be given shelter and rewarded when we finally leave. I will sleep wherever you wish as long as she is given food and comfortable lodgings."<br> <br> Roberta was shown to a grove of trees. It consisted of about thirty in all. Some were big and with trunks that two or three people could stand around with arms outstretched. Others were hardly more than saplings.<br> <br> "We want all these trees felled and the roots taken out. We intend to cultivate this area. The timber must be cut up into suitable lengths for our craftsmen to use. You have three weeks to complete this task. We have axes, saws and shovels. Digging out the roots will be the hardest part. If you complete the job on time your friend will be given twelve gold pieces, enough with care to last her for several months. Because you are a naked whore, you will receive nothing and you must promise that she will keep it all. We will regard you as her property. If she wishes to feed you on it, that is her affair, but the money is all hers and you are merely her slave as far as we are concerned. You must give your solemn word to us."<br> <br> Roberta nodded her agreement. Paula looked after these financial things, such as they were, in any case. Roberta was a warrior, not a coin counter.<br> <br> "What if I take longer than three weeks?"<br> <br> "In that unhappy event, your friend here will get nothing. Not only that but you will be publicly branded as a whore. You will be branded with hot irons on each buttock and on your back.&nbsp; Do you agree or do you wish to go on your way?"<br> <br> "I agree. The land will be cleared inside three weeks."<br> <br> "Get to work! I see from the scars on your chest and stomach that you have already been branded! Or was that the Chief Torturer's work? Golden Guard Roberta!"<br> <br> "If you know who I am, then you must also know that I was tortured last year. Tortured unjustly, I might add! Please believe me when I say that I am innocent of any wrongdoing, save that of having been wild and undisciplined for a while for which I was well punished many times. I am a loyal servant of the King and always will be!"<br> <br> &#8220;You may be innocent but you have no right to be naked now that you are disgraced and suspended from the Golden Guard. I understand that you wish to stay unclothed but, if you persist, you must be punished for it. We will not attempt to force you to wear clothes, but we will enforce a severe chastisement before you are allowed to leave. I will make only one concession. Complete the work on time and your branding will be reduced to a whipping. &#8220;<br> <br> He looked at the two girls&#8217; purchases. His eyes lighted on the swishy stick.<br> <br> &#8220;Why have you bought this cane?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;My friend likes to be caned on her bottom. It is for me to use on her, but only when she asks me to do it. I love her desperately and would never hurt her badly.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;We do not allow these carnal relations between women. If Paula wishes to avoid great punishment, she will keep away from you until you have finished your duties here. You&nbsp; will work as long as it is light and I have decided that you should spend the nights in a cellar, chained to the wall.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;But Paula will be treated well? That&#8217;s all I ask. Do what you like to me. How will my whipping be delivered. I see that I am not going to escape that, even if I am not to be branded with hot irons.&#8221;<br> <br> The Mayor looked at Roberta&#8217;s raw and weeping wounds. He guessed that she had received them at the neighbouring town, whose recent difficulties with Lord Gerald he was aware of, as well as Roberta&#8217;s assistance. Like Paula he thought their ingratitude somewhat of a disgrace. Not that he intended to deal any more gently with this defiant whore himself!<br> <br> &#8220;I see that you have very recently been given about two hundred lashes, although mostly they were not laid on all that well. It was a very incompetent piece of work as I am sure you realise. We will tie you to the side of a barn and give you one hundred and fifty, well laid on so that you howl for mercy long before we have done with you.&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta reflected that the wretched mayor would be disappointed when she took her lashes in silence! But you can&#8217;t please everyone! The mayor then promised that Paula would have comfortable lodgings.&nbsp; Roberta made to go and start work but the mayor told her to stop.&nbsp; He was full of bad news for our heroine this afternoon!<br> <br> &#8220;I think you will have to wear something while you are with us. Two metal bands around your ankles and a long chain to link them together and stop you running away before your work is done. We don&#8217;t want our strong slave absconding before we decide to free her! Let us go to the blacksmith&#8217;s.&#8221;<br> <br> This was a new one for Roberta! Even during her trial and imprisonment she had not been treated like this. Her leg irons as a prisoner had been the sort that could be locked and unlocked. But these would be permanent, at least until they were cut away by the blacksmith. A strange excitement came over her as she realised that she was on the verge of a totally new experience in degradation and bondage!<br> <br> Paula heard the sounds of hammering coming from the smithy and, like her Mistress, she was excited at the prospect of seeing a permanently shackled Roberta! Finally her friend was led out, with iron bands around both ankles and a chain linking them.<br> <br> Her chain was long enough for Roberta to walk fairly easily, but her stride was less that its usual length and the heavy chain rattled and clanked as she made her way to the grove.<br> <br> The first tree came crashing to the ground after a mere twenty minutes. Roberta was totally untrained as a woodsman but she was strong and a quick learner! She found herself hampered to some extent by not being able to get her feet far enough apart to get the best rhythm.&nbsp; And the iron hurt her legs. The metal had still been pretty hot when the blacksmith had not ungently fixed the shackles, making her fear for her legs being crushed as he hammered the rivets into place. Her ankles would most likely bear the scars for ever. Roberta did not mind this. She collected scars and took great pride in the large number that she could sport on all parts of her body.<br> <br> Roberta had not started on the trees until two hours before nightfall and she managed to fell a third of them, mostly the smaller ones, leaving the big ones for the next few days. The thought of the hard work that lay ahead did not frighten her. She was strong enough to complete this task with days to spare!<br> <br> The cell they locked her in was deep below the prison building and stank from a mixture of the damp and the rotting corpses of dead rats and other filth. Her chain was fixed to the wall and she was left crouching on the floor with her supper, which made her feel sick to look at and smell, let alone eat. But she forced herself. She would need to keep her strength up if she were to get through the coming twenty one days!<br> <br> They fed her in the morning after a poor night&#8217;s sleep and led her to the grove. From time to time during the long hot and&nbsp; dusty day she would drink from the large jug of water they had given her. On the Hell Island she had been used to go for&nbsp; five hours at a time without drinking and this ready availability of liquid sustenance was a great blessing. She found herself working three times as hard as when she had been a convict labourer.<br> <br> Roberta spent most of this first full day cutting up the trees she had felled yesterday into the kind of dimensions that would make them, good for firewood. It was the larger trees that would provide the building material. By the time they came to take back to her cell she had achieved all she had set herself to do. Roberta was well pleased at her progress.&nbsp; This was the first really hard work since her escape and it felt pretty good.&nbsp; Her body ached all over and she slept like a log that night.<br> <br> *************<br> <br> PAULA<br> <br> &#8220;I&#8217;d like to look at my slave working, if that is alright with you, Mr Mayor&#8221; said Paula as she welcomed the Head of the Community into her comfortable cottage, lent to her for the duration. &#8220;I know she is rented out to you, but it pleases me to see her working hard and earning her keep - and my fortune!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;We are well pleased with her work so far, Paula. In five days she has felled all the trees. The smaller ones have all been cut into logs for firewood and she is stripping the bark off the larger ones and sawing them into sections for the carpenters to work on in due course after they have been seasoned. In years to come the village will have several fine buildings as a result of your generosity and your slave&#8217;s hard work.. And you may go and inspect your property. But we would ask that you not keep her long from her work.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Of course I will not hold up the work for more than a few minutes. I merely wish to see that you are maintaining my property in good condition. She may be strong but she needs feeding well. In that sense at least sense, she is as human as you and I!&#8221;<br> <br> Paula didn&#8217;t know what to think or feel of this new situation where her adored Mistress was being regarded as her Slave. On the whole she disliked the arrangement and felt bitterly for the wounded pride of the bravest of the brave. But there was an element of excitement at the idea!<br> <br> Roberta was sawing the trunk of one of the larger trees into lengthwise sections. She was covered in sweat and dust. It was clear to Paula&#8217;s eyes and, more distastefully, her nose that Roberta had not bathed for six days. She guessed that this unwashed state of affairs was destined to continue for over two weeks until the couple could continue their journey. Yuck! <br> <br> &#8220;Making good progress, darling?&#8221; she asked. <br> <br> Roberta started at the sound of that beloved voice which she had missed terribly this last few days. She continued sawing.<br> <br> &#8220;I think I&#8217;m ahead of schedule, Paula. From tomorrow I will be digging out the roots. That will make the previous five days seem like a picnic, The hardest work is all ahead of me! I won&#8217;t let you down, Paula! You&#8217;ll get your ten gold pieces!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Our gold pieces, darling!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Yours, Mistress Paula! I made a promise to the worthy Mayor!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to be your mistress. I was happier in the old days when you were the King&#8217;s trusted Guard and I was your plaything. I wish those times were back.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;They are gone for ever, Paula. You will never be my toy again and I don&#8217;t wish it. You know yourself that you grow as a person all the time. It is thanks to you that I am here and not still slaving away on Hell Island.&#8221;<br> <br> Paula looked at her friend&#8217;s toiling back and smoothly working muscles as she reduced the tree trunks to workable timber.<br> <br> &#8220;It doesn&#8217;t seem much of an improvement. You are still hard at work - work that is so far beneath you. And you still get unjustly flogged for no more than wearing the uniform of&nbsp; a Golden Guard. I don&#8217;t seem to have been too much help so far!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Yes, you have, Paula. This is a million times better than that desolate piece of rock. I have the fresh air and the greenery of the countryside to enjoy and my muscles need this exercise. I am happy enough, Paula. During the day at least!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Is it terrible where you are chained up at night, Roberta? Tell me how it is. I command you!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;It stinks. I am given foul tasting muck to eat. For the first few days my stomach revolted and I suffered from diarrhoea and vomiting. But my insides are used to it now. I hate having to sleep covered in my own filth, though and to be unwashed and foul smelling all the time. But I&#8217;m a Slave now.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I will ask the Mayor to improve your conditions. I doubt that he will agree, the bastard! But I will do what I can. Keep up the good work, darling! The sooner you are finished the sooner we can get away from here - from this hateful place.&#8221;<br> <br> As Paula had feared, her request that Roberta&nbsp; be given a more sanitary place to spend the night was refused.<br> <br> &#8220;A Slave should sleep in her own shit, Paula. Let her learn her place! It will be good for her in the long run to forget her proud past. She is the lowest of the low these days, Paula. And now to pleasanter matters! My wife and I would be glad if you would join us for dinner tonight. We are having a few friends around and they are all anxious to meet you and hear about life at Court.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I was only a humble maid and later an auxiliary Golden guard. I was hardly in the King&#8217;s inner circle. And I am on the run as well as Roberta. You could hand us both in and get a rich reward. But Roberta is innocent. The seer, Philippa, established her innocence. She examined her blood after it had been ritually shed and said it is the blood of a wild and wilful woman who is also loyal and true to her King!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I respect Philippa, Paula. And I admire you. So I shall not give you over to the King&#8217;s men when they next visit these parts.&nbsp; Now forget your slave! Leave her to rot in the cells! Come to our house and&nbsp; have a good time. I have asked a couple of really nice young men whom I am sure you will like.&#8221;<br> <br> Paula very much doubted that she would like either of the two young men. Most of the men she had seen around here sucked! And there was only one man she would ever look at. And he was married and unattainable. No man in this village would be able to give her the riches and happiness promised by Philippa all those weeks ago. Paula was keen on getting to enjoy this good life and knew she would before too long.<br> <br> But she did have a good time that evening! The wine flowed freely and the food was excellent. The two young men were a bit of a bore, but nice enough. They both escorted her home afterwards and invited her for a ride in the country followed by a picnic. It sounded a pleasant change from walking everywhere and she accepted, especially when assured there would be another girl as well as herself on the outing. It had been years since she had last rode a horse.<br> &nbsp;<br> She fell asleep easily that night, unlike Roberta far below ground who was in as much squalor as ever. Clearly Paula&#8217;s request had not been heeded.&nbsp; She hated this time chained to a cell wall and prayed every night&nbsp; for morning to come quickly. She loved her work in the wood, gruelling though it might be, but hated the stinking confinement at night. And she longed to be clean again.<br> <br> ******************************<br> <br> The excursion to the country proved to be something of a disaster. It all went pleasantly enough to start with. The four young people left at an hour or so after dawn, and Paula heard the sound of sawing coming from the direction of the grove.<br> <br> James, the boy who seemed more interested in her, mentioned Roberta as they rode past the now felled grove.<br> <br> &#8220;You slave is certainly a remarkable individual. We all admire her strength and her beauty , but she will be whipped for her nakedness when she has finished clearing that ground. Why do you insist on keeping her like that, Paula?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;She is an animal, James. Animals don&#8217;t wear clothes. And her whippings are nothing to her. Animals don&#8217;t feel pain! You mustn&#8216;t feel sorry for her.&#8221; <br> <br> &#8220;I don&#8217;t!&#8221; replied James. &#8220;Slaves are only meant for work and pain. But she is very exciting to watch at work. I&#8217;ve never seen a body like that before. Can she fight? I heard a rumour that she had been a Golden Guard before being sold into slavery.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I don&#8217;t know what she was before I bought her.&#8221; lied Paula. &#8220;But she can fight and fight well. I guess she might have been a soldier once before she became an animal and my property.&#8221;<br> <br> The four young people reached the field where they were to have their picnic. James and Paula had ridden separate horses and the other couple had ridden in a small cart drawn by one horse. The cart contained the food and wine for the outdoor meal as well as two increasingly amorous young people.<br> <br> Frieda and William soon disappeared together behind a bush. Soon the sounds of giggling could be heard.<br> <br> &#8220;Let&#8217;s go and spy on them!&#8221; said Paula with a mischievous smile. She could feel James getting more and more anxious to do to Paula what William was doing to Frieda. No matter what, she was not being screwed by this silly boy! She had a dagger concealed beneath her dress and would use it if needed.<br> <br> James agreed and the two stole quietly towards the shrubbery behind which Frieda was being shagged by William. Paula looked curiously at the writhing pair. It was the first time she had seen a naked man and she wished to miss nothing. Because of the movement of the two naked bodies she wasn&#8217;t able to make out as much as she would like of what was going on. It all looked very messy, that was for sure, but both seemed to be happy enough. There was a look in Frieda&#8217;s eyes that spoke of great ecstasy. Maybe she might allow James to do the same to her, despite her reservations of a few seconds ago! It would be nice to feel the same pleasure so obviously being experienced by the moaning Frieda. Then the rain started!<br> <br> Paula and James ran to the two horses and a still nude couple emerged from behind the hedge, clutching their clothing and running for their lives towards the horse and cart. Paula&#8217;s father had once told her that one way to cool the ardour of copulating dogs was to throw water over them The same principle seemed to apply to the human species. But she doubted a few drops of rain would stop her and Roberta finishing what they had started!&nbsp; These three were wimps!<br> <br> By the time they had returned to the village all four were drenched. The rain which had started falling so suddenly showed no signs of stopping. Far from easing up the downpour intensified. At least Roberta&#8217;s stinking hide would get cleaned by this, thought a shivering Paula as she dried herself off in the comfort of her nice warm little cottage and watched the rain beat against the windows streaming down the glass and making it almost impossible to see across the road. Soon flashes of lightning appeared and thunder followed within seconds. The noise was deafening and the flashes of lightning hurt her eyes.<br> <br> Then the rain turned to hail and its rattling against the house was even more dramatic than the rain had been. Paula saw the large stones dancing on the ground, bouncing inches into the air with the impact These stones would no doubt be bouncing off Roberta and stinging every inch of her tough young body. Sooner Roberta than her, she heartlessly thought! At least her hair was growing well by now and her head would be shielded.<br> <br> ***********************<br> <br> ROBERTA<br> <br> Roberta kept on working all through the downpour. She had been out in worse than this before now. As a trainee at the age of fourteen she and her fellows had been sent on a three week route march across the wildest part of the country, with no shelter in all that time. And the weather had been diabolical every single day. The hail did sting, as Paula had thought back in the village in the warmth and comfort of her pleasant lodgings, but Roberta ignored it and kept digging at the massive tree roots. She had never before realised that so much of a tree lay underground!<br> <br> She had good cause to be grateful for the rain. With the ground softened by this providential downpour, her task became much easier and she was pulling, hacking and digging&nbsp; one root after another out of the ground, cutting into them and accumulating a pile of them for disposal later.<br> <br> The weather stayed cold and wet for four days and at the end of that time Roberta had completed her task. She wondered what she would be given to do next. It was quite a nasty shock when the Mayor ordered her to be brought before him and told her her future for the remaining twelve days before her servitude was over and she was returned to Paula&#8217;s charge.<br> <br> &#8220;We have no more work suitable for you, Slave Roberta. So you will go down to the cellar and stay there until we bring you up for your whipping and hand you back to your Mistress.&nbsp; Take the Slave away.&#8221;<br> <br> It would be a gross understatement to say that Roberta was disappointed at this! She had been bracing herself for her one hundred and fifty lashes, after which she had hoped to be on her way. Now she was to be kept locked in that appalling little room with no respite either by day or by night from the horrors of confinement. Shit!<br> <br> They dragged her, struggling, protesting and cursing back to the cellar. It took seven of them to get her down into the cell and chain her up. She was told she could go without food for a day and be fed only on bread and water for the rest of her confinement. As the heavy metal door clanged to she almost wept.<br> <br> *****************************<br> <br> PAULA<br> <br> Two days after Roberta had been locked up, the weather improved. The four young people decided on another expedition to the same field. As before, James and Roberta rode separately, racing each other from time to time while the other pair came in the cart with the food and wine.<br> <br> Although it was October by this rime the sun was warm. Warm enough for clothes to be shed for greater comfort - and greater ease of access for William and James to the girls&#8217; sweet young bodies. Once again Frieda disappeared with William. This time Paula did not suggest they follow and spy on them. She was far more interested in doing than watching!<br> <br> She was not a slut, was Paula. Merely possessed of a healthy curiosity! Being a modest little thing, she allowed James to undress her. Judging by his less than deft removal of piece after exciting piece of clothing, her was hardly an expert. If Paula had known that she was the first girl that James had ever got this close to - or anything like - she would have been less eager to be deflowered.<br> <br> But Paula&#8217;s honour, purity and unspoilt sweetness were to be preserved on this occasion.&nbsp; She swore as James drew back, his penis poised to enter her craving tunnel of love.<br> <br> &#8220;Quick, Paula! Get dressed and hurry! I&#8217;ll be flayed alive if they catch me. I might even join your Slave in the cellars!&#8221;<br> <br> Shocked at the sudden change of mood from masterful masculinity to scared young boy, Paula obeyed. She looked in the same direction that James had aimed his fearful glance. A group of riders was approaching. One of them was a big man. A very big man. About the same size as the imprisoned and chained Roberta in fact. James looked puny by comparison and James was hardly frail and undersized himself!<br> <br> Paula, having replaced her clothes with a great deal more speed than James had managed in removing them, ran over to the other two. William was about to penetrate Frieda for the third time. He was behind her and she was crouching as he took her. Interesting! But this was no time to hang around.<br> <br> &#8220;People coming. You&#8217;ll both be caught if you aren&#8217;t quick and get dressed pronto! You&#8217;re lucky! James and I were doing it right out in the open. Both of us bare ass naked and him with a real hard on! He beats you by a good inch, William! I just hope we weren&#8217;t spotted. Apparently he&#8217;d get a real hiding if they knew!&#8221;<br> <br> Whether or not the riders had seen the alfresco quasi copulation, Paula was never to know. But nothing was ever said for the rest of her stay in the village.<br> <br> &#8220;Who is that big man, darling James?&#8221; asked Paula as they rode side by side back home. Both were very disappointed not to have known each other!<br> <br> &#8220;He&#8217;s Rodrigo, Paula my sweet! We have a rivalry between ourselves and the nearest village. Every year they send a champion to fight one of out best young men. He always wins. He&#8217;s been their champion for two years. Last year he killed out best man. The poor guy never stood a chance. Rodrigo is unbeatable but honour requires that we put up a man to fight him. I am among the strongest, Paula. I may have to be the one this year. But he is far bigger and he knows how to fight. We are just ordinary people. If only we had a champion to match him!<br> <br> &#8220;Is it a fight to the death my love?&#8221; <br> <br> Paula was a bit disappointed to be losing James so soon after getting to know him and before he had been given a chance to fuck her. The fight would be fun to watch, though, and there were plenty of young studs to replace this one!<br> <br> &#8220;Not to the death, Paula. But the injuries can be terrible. Broken limbs, cracked ribs. I&#8217;ll be unconscious, bleeding and crippled by the time he&#8216;s done with me, but most likely I&#8217;ll live. I&#8217;m a bit scared, frankly. Mind you - they may choose one of the others.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Maybe they won&#8217;t choose any of you. My slave is a wonderful fighter. I don&#8217;t say she would win against Rodrigo, but he&#8217;d get a run for his money! And it would be a chance for Roberta to get a bit of fresh air!&#8221;<br> <br> As soon as they were back in the village Paula sought out the Mayor.<br> <br> &#8220;If you like, Mr Mayor, my slave can be the challenger this year. She is a good fighter. Although she has only been fed bread and water these past two and a half days she will still be strong.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;There are two days of feasting, Paula, before the contest. We will feed your slave up in that time. There are some rocks we need carrying out of the village. She can carry them and that will restore her muscles to fighting trim. I must warn you that Rodrigo is a dangerous fighter. He may hurt her badly, even though she is as big as he. And if she loses, her whipping will be doubled.&#8221;<br> <br> ****************<br> <br> ROBERTA<br> <br> Slave Roberta sipped at the filthy water and nibbled the stale crust of bread. This meagre supply of food and drink had been thrust under the door a couple of hours ago and would be all she got until the next day. On her first day here she had consumed all her bread and water quickly - and regretted it. It was better to eke out her meagre allowance and keep the hunger pangs to a minimum.<br> <br> It had been foolish of her to resist being put here. Horrible though her normal food had been, it was a whole lot better than this near starvation diet!<br> <br> It seemed to the chained Roberta that there had never been a time when she had had a full belly! Rumblings kept disturbing the still quiet of the tiny, stinking cell. At least she wouldn&#8217;t be shitting much in the next nine days!<br> <br> When she got to be whipped, she would be weaker than she had ever been before when being punished. Maybe they would let her eat and drink first. And then again, maybe they wouldn&#8217;t! Knowing that cruel bastard of a mayor, more likely they wouldn&#8217;t!<br> <br> As she was occupied with these rather gloomy reflections the door opened. She had not expected to see the light of day, even subterranean day, for well over a week. She blinked for some seconds before getting accustomed to the light after so long in near total darkness.<br> <br> &#8220;The Mayor wishes to see you. Come along.&#8221;<br> <br> She reasoned that anything that got her out of this Stygian horror had just got to be an improvement! Her chained was unlocked from the ring on the wall and she was taken, clanking and rattling to the Mayor&#8217;s office. To her surprise, Paula was standing with the Chief Citizen!<br> <br> &#8220;Are we going, Mistress?&#8221; she asked Paula.<br> <br> &#8220;No, Slave. We have more hard and dangerous work for you! Mr Mayor! Please let my Slave and I be alone for a few minutes.&#8221;<br> <br> The Mayor left and Paula put her hand on Roberta&#8217;s strong arm.<br> <br> &#8220;Would you fight a strong man for the honour of the village, Roberta? If you don&#8217;t, James will be put up against him and maybe killed. He&#8217;s a sweet boy, Roberta! I&#8217;d hate to see him killed or badly hurt! We sort of made love earlier today. Not quite, though&nbsp; - thanks be to heaven! You will fight Rodrigo, won&#8217;t you!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;If my Mistress commands it, then I have no choice, as her slave, obedient in all things even to the death!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;You won&#8217;t die. You&#8217;ll whip his ass, Roberta. It&#8217;s in the bag!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;If it&#8217;s the Rodrigo I&#8217;m thinking about, Paula, it&#8217;s anything but in the bag!&nbsp; He was one of our trainers when I first joined the Golden Guard as a child. As a seventeen year old, just about to graduate, I was obliged to fight him! We all had to fight him and a very bruising business it was - for us, not him!&#8221;<br> <br> Paula looked crestfallen and Roberta went on.<br> <br> &#8220;We were considered to have graduated when we could last five minutes before getting knocked out! Some of the girls never made it and went back to their homes and families in disgrace. It took me five attempts! When I succeeded at long last, those were the longest and most painful five minutes of my life!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;You only lasted five minutes?&#8221; This really sounded bad! Paula had been selling her slave as a sure fire winner!<br> <br> &#8220;More like eight, actually. I did better than anyone else and he congratulated me, fifteen minutes later, after I had come round!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;But that was years ago, Roberta! You&#8217;ve grown since then and your muscles are wonderful. You were seventeen than and almost twenty one now. That year on the island did wonders for you and the work on the wood has only made you better than ever. The mayor has arranged good feeding for you and plenty of exercise for you to get your body in trim. You have two days. You won&#8217;t let me and James down, will you?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Do you love this James, darling Mistress Paula?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Don&#8217;t be silly! He&#8217;s dirt poor like all these arseholes around here. And I&#8217;m due to be rich and happy! But I feel a bit of sentimental concern for him. You can do it, Roberta! Be positive! And your whipping is doubled if you lose. I should have thought that was quite an incentive!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;You argue a powerful case, Paula! In two days we shall see whether your confidence in me is justified.&#8221;<br> <br> ***********************<br> <br> Adventure No 2 will be continued later.<br> <br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>12 Seventy Years hard Labour for Roberta</title> </head> <body> <font size="+3">Concluding Chapters Part 2</font><br> <br> Naked and frozen Roberta lay semi conscious on the little island&#8217;s white sandy beach after her swim in icy cold water. She lay there for nearly an hour, more dead than alive, until feeling slowly started to come back into her numbed body, beginning at the tips of her fingers and toes and hurting terribly, but showing her that she was still alive.<br> <br> As soon as she was able, she got to her feet and walked towards the centre of the island. This spot was high enough for Roberta to see the Palace and into the courtyard. It was evening now and three defaulting Golden Guards were being led to the whipping post to receive whatever award their carelessness had earned them today. She felt a lump in her throat and tears in her eyes at this reminder of a life that she was still exiled from. Why was she not lined up with all the rest to watch a fellow Guard being whipped. Come to that, why was she not being whipped herself. Anything was better than being out in the cold as she was. Then a soft warm hand touched her thick and sinewy upper arm.<br> <br> She looked round and saw Celestine standing just behind her. The young witch looked so utterly lovely that Roberta went down on her knees and kissed her pretty delicate feet. Celestine patted her head gently and told her to get up.<br> <br> &#8220;It is I who should be kneeling, Roberta! Strong Roberta, brave Roberta and darling Roberta!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Where is Amy? Still swimming around the island to keep intruders away?&#8221; asked Roberta, about ten minutes later, as she briefly drew back her head from a long and utterly wonderful kiss. She had never imagined, until meeting these two witches, that mouths and tongues could be so soft and so warm or that their waters could be so intoxicatingly&nbsp; sweet to the taste.<br> <br> &#8220;Yes! Now go on kissing me! Hold me tight, my darling and kiss and kiss and kiss me!&#8221; said Celestine with a mixture of the imperious and the pleading. Roberta obeyed for a minute longer and then pushed the eager, open mouthed Celestine away with extreme gentleness but very firmly.<br> <br> &#8220;Who are the three Golden Guards being punished tonight, my sweet Celestine? Upon what errant backs is the lash falling with such terrible force? It is too far away for me to see clearly.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;One is Bertha, your former lover and your betrayer, who was given twelve lashes - far less than the stupid cow deserves. The&nbsp; other two are new since you left. They are Rachel and Frances. Today is a great day for them! They are getting thirty apiece and it is their first punishment since joining. For three months they have not made a single mistake and now the inevitable has happened! They will neither of them find it easy to keep quiet today! For it is the strong armed and merciless Felicity who had been appointed to tear into their delicate flesh. You remember your first flogging at Felicity&#8216;s hands, I&#8217;m sure!&nbsp; Good, isn&#8216;t she?&#8221;<br> <br> There was sisterly pride in Celestine&#8217;s voice.<br> <br> &#8220;I&#8217;ll never forget my first whipping as long as I live! Instead of a dozen or two, I was given nearly two hundred and I almost died that night!&#8221;<br> <br> The two eager, hungry mouths might not be joined in a kiss of love and passion, though they were close enough for each to feel the other&#8217;s breath upon her face, but Celestine&#8217;s slender arms had not relaxed their grip. The young witch might be slightly built but was still far stronger than Roberta if she cared to exercise her witch&#8217;s powers.&nbsp; Roberta knew that she would find it hard to escape her clutch even&nbsp; if she wished to - which she decidedly did NOT!<br> <br> &#8220;Is Felicity due to be flogging Bertha tonight, Celestine my darling?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;No, valiant Roberta - my heroine and my love! One of the smaller women is doing the honours on the bitch! And she has been &#8220;encouraged&#8221; to go easy on her. Now let us sleep together,&nbsp; but only after several hours of the wildest and most abandoned love! Give yourself to me! Come, Roberta! Let us rest on the mound that tops this enchanted isle!&#8221;<br> <br> When Roberta opened her eyes it was to see Amy standing over her and the still sleeping Celestine. Amy looked decidedly annoyed to have missed all the fun! She kicked Celestine hard in the ribs and the young witch woke up. She looked somewhat guilty to see her sister! Up until now the two had done pretty well everything together.<br> <br> Amy&#8217;s voice betrayed as much fury as the vicious kick she had just administered to her sister.<br> <br> &#8220;While I swam round and round the island in that fucking icy lake, you had Roberta all to yourself!&#8221; raged Amy. &#8220;You cow! You fucking sneaky selfish cow! You bitch! You know Roberta loves me more than you. I want the best for her and you only want to enslave the precious darling girl! Get up and fight me for her!&nbsp; Or are you a filthy little coward as well as a bitch?&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta had never seen two women, let alone two lovely witches, so infatuated with her before , let alone so obsessed that they were willing to shed each others&#8217; blood and punch each others&#8217; noses for the privilege of possessing her! It was quite a morale booster, to say the least!<br> <br> &#8220;Are you going to accept Amy&#8217;s challenge&#8221; whispered Roberta into Celestine&#8217;s shell like ear. &#8220;Say you will! Make me proud of you, darling!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Yes. I&#8217;ll fight the cow! Try stopping me, Roberta! I want you for my Slave. I want you for ever and ever to love and to own. You want it too - admit it! Amy is my darling sister, but I will kill her to make you mine.&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta looked into her black eyes and had doubts. Was it right of her to stir her lover up in this way? Did she want to see this face bruised and bleeding? No! This impending fight must not take place. <br> <br> &#8220;Hang on! You are both too sweet to fight each other, my sweet and darling Celestine. Fighting does nothing for the appearance! Look at me and be warned! Believe it or not, I was quite pretty once!&nbsp; I would really hate it if&nbsp; either of you harmed a hair of each others&#8217; heads. Take another look at me, girls! I&#8217;m a big, big woman! There&#8217;s plenty of me for both of you to enjoy! Dive in, the pair of you,&nbsp; and get some of me!&#8221;<br> <br> Amy seemed to see the point of this and launched herself on the still recumbent Roberta in an extremely athletic leap, her legs straddling Roberta&#8217;s head. Roberta stuck her tongue into the young witch&#8217;s opened and fragrant pussy, savouring once again the flavour of those juices, seemingly a distillation of the Nectar of the Gods. Celestine worked energetically away at Roberta&#8217;s other end, lapping and slurping&nbsp; at her generous vagina. There was a magic in the way Celestine&#8216;s lips and tongue stimulated Roberta&#8216;s secret places so that her whole body began to writhe in an ecstasy she had never experienced before. Amy, meanwhile, forced Roberta&#8216;s head ever more firmly between her perfect witch&#8216;s thighs with their smooth skin and amazing strength. The Golden Guard knew that, until both witches had entirely slaked their lusts upon her, she would not be free to move a muscle. Not that she was complaining - far from it! This sure beat breaking rocks on Hell Island!<br> <br> It was two whole days before Roberta was allowed to rise from the grassy mound, on which she had originally gone to bed with just one of the two sweet and sex starved witches. By the time the orgy was over she had long since lost count of the times the two had switched ends, first it would be Amy sucking the juices out of Roberta&#8216;s cunt, while Celestine held her head in a grip that even the strongest of the Golden Guard could not break, and then the position would be reversed with such unearthly speed that Roberta had no time to move before the other pair of thighs had her in an equally vice like grip and another tongue/lips combination was arousing her to yet more heights of ecstasy, causing yet more sweet essences to flow.<br> <br> Finally the pair saw that Roberta, even with her strength and stamina, could not take much more of this. They would have been more than happy to carry on for days and days more, but realised that mere mortals have their limitations. So they left her to sleep it off for a couple of hours while they went to the lake to find a few nice tasty fishes for their breakfast. They were both ravenous after fucking Roberta non-stop for forty eight hours! When Roberta woke up she could get her own food!<br> <br> As they ate they sat looking down at the exhausted girl. There certainly was a lot of her and it was all totally, but totally, delicious! They knelt on either side of the sleeping Amazon and bit hard on her rock like biceps. Roberta slept on. She was totally shagged out!<br> <br> &#8220;It was silly to fight each other, Amy!&#8221; said Celestine. &#8220;Mother would be annoyed if she knew of our quarrel!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Mother IS annoyed, you silly girls!<br> <br> They looked up to see Mother Felicity standing a few yards away. Both young witches looked appropriately abashed.<br> <br> &#8220;Sorry, Mummy!&#8221; they both said. And then they both looked back at Roberta and experienced a return of their rivalry. However willing the big girl might be to share her favours equally, each wanted this hunk of womanhood for herself!<br> <br> &#8220;How is our step-sister, Felicity?&#8221; asked Amy.<br> <br> &#8220;Well. She knows what she needs to know. She can do Roberta&#8217;s job for her of exposing the real traitor. If you wish, Roberta can be yours for ever and not see the Palace again.&nbsp; What is your decision?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I want to take Roberta away to the quarries to be my hard working slave by day and my lover by night!!&#8221; said Celestine enthusiastically.<br> <br> &#8220;I want her to go back to her old life. I could not bear for her to be unhappy. Even with one of us to share her bed, she would long for her life as a Golden Guard. Let her go home to the life she loves.&#8221; said Amy.<br> <br> &#8220;Can Roberta decide?&#8221; asked both beautiful young witches at once. So long as Roberta made the correct decision both were happy to leave it to her!<br> <br> &#8220;No. You two must decide between you. I am waiting for you to make your minds up, girls!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta started to wake up. She was still a resilient girl and hadn&#8217;t eaten for over two days. She was tired but hungry. What a shame her bow and arrows had been taken from her, but she would work something out. <br> <br> And maybe Amy or Celestine would catch something for her - though she doubted it somehow. These two were happy to use her, but possibly not quite so willing to look after her.<br> <br> She opened her eyes, saw all three witches standing above her, looked at&nbsp; the love bites on her arms and smiled. But there was tension in the air! Something seemed to be upsetting them. Amy and her sister looked straight into Roberta&#8217;s eyes.<br> <br> Celestine spoke first.<br> <br> &#8220;I wish to take you to work for me&nbsp; in the quarries that my Mother has given me as a coming of age present. You will be fed, but not paid a penny and be my property. You will toil in the heat of the desert sun for eighteen hours a day and be my lover at night. The ruthless Taskmistress will make you work even harder than you have worked in these last two years of punishment, flight and more punishment. You will be whipped for the slightest offence and never be given a day off for the next seventy years. <br> <br> But you will not age in that time, Roberta. You will look as young in seventy years from now as you do today. Even after all those long and painful years during which your back will be horribly punished each and every day, my body at night will be as sweet to the taste and touch as it is now. And it will be yours! My silly sentimental sister wishes you to go back to your old life where you will most likely die a glorious death in battle within a year. We have to decide between us which future it is to be for you. It could well be that there&#8217;ll be a bit of a punch-up between the two of us to settle this! Exciting, isn&#8217;t it!&#8221; <br> <br> &#8220;If I do not unmask the true traitor, my beloved King will still be in danger. I have a duty to His Majesty!&#8221; said Roberta.<br> <br> &#8220;That&#8217;s all taken care of, Roberta. Felicity, our mortal step-sister, has been told all that needs to be known. The true culprit will be unmasked and the King&#8217;s life saved. So your task is done whatever we decide between us. And your reputation will be restored. Your family, whom you have not seen for so long, will be given a nice fat pension and lump sum. What do you wish for, my lovely one? Not that you have any say in all this!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Will I wear leg-irons in the quarries and be whipped until I bleed by one as strong as I?&#8221; asked Roberta.<br> <br> &#8220;Yes. You will be loaded with heavy clanking chains except when I remove them at night. And the woman who punishes your inevitable laziness will be as strong as the two who whipped you the other night. Stronger!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;That&#8217;s OK, then! Make up your minds by whatever means you decide on.&nbsp; Either way, I&#8217;m perfectly happy! At least I&#8216;ll have a steady job! And it&#8216;s always good to have a sweet body to fuck at the end of a hard day&#8216;s work!&#8221;<br> <br> The three witches left Roberta to catch up on some much needed sleep. They retreated to confer.<br> <br> <br> <br> <br> *****************<br> <br> Twenty minutes later Roberta was awake again and refreshed, ready to face whatever was in store, either a lifetime of Slavery by day and sweeter than sweet love by night or a return to the life she loved. Both had much to recommend them. She knew that her future was a whole lot rosier than when she had been stuck on that horrible Hell Island.<br> <br> The three witches came out from behind the screen of bushes. Roberta looked at the two beauteous rivals for possession of her body. Determination and resolve were writ large upon those exquisite faces.<br> <br> She saw that both young witches had oiled up their supple young bodies and were wearing strips of leather around their tiny delicate hands. They were going to settle this dispute with their fists! How primitive! How brutal! How bloody! How wonderful! Bring it on!<br> <br> Even so, Roberta was more used to fighting that watching others fight and , at first, she found this spectator position hard to take. She was a warrior, not a watcher. And a fighter was what she would never be again if Celestine won! She let out a cheer.<br> <br> &#8220;Come on Amy! Moider the bitch! Kill her, Amy! Kick her fuckin&#8216; ass!&#8221;<br> <br> Mother Felicity scowled horribly. Who did this impudent fucking cow think she was? If only she hadn&#8217;t promised the bitch that the recent flogging had been her last! She&#8217;d like nothing more, right now, than to see Roberta given a whipping to end all whippings! Then she remembered that if Celestine won the upcoming fight, Roberta would get lots more scrumptious, lovely lashings - seventy fucking lovely&nbsp; years of them! She started looking around for a form of words to get herself off the hook! <br> <br> This was not too hard. She had once been a politician before deciding that sorcery was an even more corrupt occupation. Before that she had been a lawyer. There wasn&#8217;t one dirty trick, not one incredible piece of malodorously dishonest mental gymnastics, that she didn&#8217;t know!<br> <br> &#8220;When I said that your recent lashing was your last, Roberta, I meant the last this week. And that was last week! So if you don&#8217;t shut that mouth, I&#8217;ll flay you myself. Shut the fuck up, Roberta and let my&nbsp; two darling young lovelies punch away at each other! Sit back and enjoy it, Roberta! I intend to! Stupid pair of bitches, beating each others&#8217; brains out over a cow like you!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Sorry, Mother Felicity! I thought it sounded too good to be true about getting no more lashes!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta settled down to watch the fun.&nbsp; And there was plenty of fun to watch! High class fun! She was amazed that two such sweet girls should have acquired so many fighting skills in the course of their brief lives! Both of them had totally unmarked faces and flawless&nbsp; bodies and yet it was obvious from the outset that both knew how to fight. <br> <br> Because of the skill each young sorceress possessed it was some time before either could land a fist on the other. It was Amy who struck the first real blow. It had a solid meaty sound to it and Celestine&#8217;s ivory skinned face had a red spot all of a sudden. Celestine uttered a horrible curse and a branch fell off a tree, almost braining Amy. Amy swore back, even more diabolically, and a fissure opened up in the ground between Celestine&#8217;s legs. Celestine jumped clear, her eyes blazing with hate. Why did fucking Amy always come up with the best tricks? <br> <br> Roberta was enraged at all this rather unsporting behaviour! She wanted her body to be won by the victorious&nbsp; girl as the outcome of a fair and hard contest. This was not her idea of the correct way to fight for her! Especially as seventy years hard labour without parole might be involved!<br> <br> &#8220;That&#8217;s enough of that, you two! Fight fair. Lets have a good clean fight from now on. No telekinesis, no gouging, no holding , no low blows and you break when I say &#8220;break&#8220;. Fight on!&#8221;<br> <br> She was standing between them now, towering over the two of them,&nbsp; and clearly in no mood to see any more flashy dirty tricks from either fighter. Mother Felicity held her peace.<br> <br> Obeying referee Roberta&#8217;s order, both naked oiled up witches put up their lethally wrapped fists and began circling around each other, looking for an opening. Both of them had a punch that could smash concrete and both were quick on their feet. Not many blows were likely to land, but those that did would hurt a lot and do great damage. Shamed by Roberta&#8217;s stern admonition, and anxious to retain her respect, neither of the two lovelorn fighters stepped out of line again and Roberta had little to do, except marvel at the skill these two were displaying as they parried and lunged, dancing in and out and gradually making each other look a lot less pretty.<br> <br> It took a long time for the two to hurt each other, but hurt each other they did and ribs began to crack, noses to crunch and stomachs to ache under the thrust of deadly blows from hardened fists. As the fight progressed, caution was abandoned and punches exchanged with no attempt to evade. A war of attrition had clearly been tacitly agreed on and two sweet faces were being pulped and two delicate bodies bruised.<br> <br> But, as with the whipping of Roberta the other day, these two showed no sign of tiring or slowing up. The little island echoed to the sound of thuds, gasps and cracking of fist upon bone. It was all pretty horrible and Roberta knew she ought to be disgusted, rather than excited, at all this carnage. But was the damage that real or that permanent?<br> <br> Roberta guessed that any injuries they did to each other would soon enough heal. Those black eyes and bloody noses would look totally unmarked next day. These two were not mortal fighters, but witches. Some of that damage looked pretty bad, though, and it was real blood they were shedding and real screams they were occasionally emitting as a particularly good shot landed!<br> <br> Finally Mother Felicity had had enough. For one thing she was bored out of her skull, and for another she was getting tired of seeing her daughters rough each other up. So unladylike and unwitchlike! What a terrible example to be setting in front of a mortal.<br> <br> &#8220;STOP!&#8221; she shouted. &#8220;Referee Roberta is to pronounce one of you the winner.&#8221;<br> <br> Bruised and bleeding but not breathless, the two stepped back and looked expectantly at the Referee. It was not an easy choice to make and Roberta took a minute or two to reprise the whole contest before announcing her verdict.<br> <br> &#8220;You both fought well. There was an abundance of skill and courage on both sides! I congratulate you both on a truly magnificent display!&#8221; Both witches smiled painfully. It hurt both Celestine and Amy to move even one tiny facial muscle after all the hard punches they had dished out and taken. Roberta continued.<br> <br> &nbsp;&#8220;But it looks like I go to your quarry, Celestine. You had a slight edge. Pity! I want to go back to the Palace, now it&#8217;s all over! But I&#8217;m all yours to do with as you wish. I wouldn&#8217;t try to escape even if I could! I mean to say, the nights are going to be fantastic, even if the days are going to be a bit of a pain in the arse!&#8221;<br> <br> Amy looked none too disappointed at the verdict. She had expected it, having been aware that Celestine was gradually getting the upper hand.&nbsp; She smiled at Roberta through her bloodstained face and wished her good luck.<br> <br> &#8220;You&#8217;ll need it in those quarries, Roberta! Over the next seventy years your body will be worked and your back scourged as they have never been before! It makes my blood run cold to think of the working over you are going to get! But my sister will be true to her word. The days will be hell on earth, but the nights will be like Heaven and she&#8217;ll always be there to welcome you to her bed. And I&#8217;ll find a lover to replace you. I shall grieve over you for a while, but someone will come along. Maybe a man this time! Men aren&#8217;t all bad. Not quite all!&#8221;<br> <br> Amy and Felicity went away and Roberta was left with Celestine, who ordered her to place her hands behind her back before disappearing herself. Roberta stood like this for several hours, all alone on the grassy knoll, still covered with Amy and Celestine&#8217;s blood. Finally Celestine returned with a rope and some shackles.<br> <br> &nbsp;She bound&nbsp; Roberta&#8217;s hands tightly together and placed irons on her ankles. Although Roberta was well used to this by now, she still felt a great thrill of excitement run through her. It would be seventy years before these leg irons came off!&nbsp; A five feet long chain was attached to the irons. <br> <br> &#8220;Come to the boat, Slave! You will not have to swim back to the shore, but after the boat trip is over, there is a long walk for you to the quarries! I shall ride a fine horse, Slave!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;When do we make love again, Celestine?&#8221; asked Roberta. She could hardly believe it when she heard Celestine&#8217;s icy reply.<br> <br> &#8220;Talk to me even one more time without permission and I will whip&nbsp; you once more. And you know how painful that is! This time I will not allow you to faint way! You will feel such pain as even you could not endure without crying out loud&nbsp; for a mercy that is not forthcoming. Believe me, Slave! Such pain exists and I can inflict it!&#8221;<br> <br> Shocked at the severity in her lover/mistress&#8217;s voice, Roberta obeyed. Once they had reached the shore and Roberta had carried Celestine through the shallow water, a horse was waiting. Roberta was ordered to kneel and Celestine placed her bare feet on her strong and whip scarred back, vaulting nimbly into the saddle. <br> <br> The young witch seemed utterly oblivious to the difficulty a chained Roberta might have in running beside the trotting horse, not deigning to look down once at the toiling Slave beside her.<br> <br> They stopped that night at the clearing where the flogging had taken place. The whipping post was where it had been before, as was the tent. Roberta was chained to the post and Celestine went inside the tent. In the morning she was handed her bow and arrow and ordered to kill and cook Celestine&#8217;s breakfast. She shot a rabbit and Celestine wolfed it down. For a delicate looking girl she could certainly eat as vigorously as she could fight! <br> <br> The witch tossed the bones to Roberta to gnaw. This was clearly all the food she was getting for now! Roberta looked at her Mistress and saw that her face was as bruised as ever.<br> <br> &#8220;It should have healed a bit by now, Mistress.&#8221; she said. <br> <br> &#8220;Are you deaf, Slave?&#8220; asked Celestine in a reptilian voice with a snake like smile. <br> <br> &#8220;Not deaf, Mistress. Just forgetful. Please forgive me!&#8220;<br> <br> &#8220;Forgiveness is a mortal concept. Forgiveness is for weaklings like you!&nbsp; I am no weakling!&nbsp; You know my strength, Slave. You have felt it on your back before and are about to feel it again. Get a whip out of the tent. The best and longest!&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta did as she was told. She doubted Celestine&#8217;s power to make her howl for mercy. But she knew she was in for a great deal of pain. Why had she not kept her big mouth shut? Because she had not really believed Celestine&#8217;s promise, of course. She would know better in future! She picked a good, strong whip with a twenty foot length of hide that tapered from the width of her forearm to a thin tip which would slice even her leathery back open with the first lash! She took it to the stone-faced Celestine, who secured her firmly and stood well back, raising the whip and bringing it whistling through the air. <br> <br> &#8220;I did warn you, Slave!&#8221; Celestine hissed as the first lash fell. A hideous shriek rent the air. &#8220;Please, Mistress! No more. It was just a silly mistake. I won&#8217;t step out of line again.&#8221;<br> <br> Roberta had never pleaded for mercy before. But she had never felt such pain before.<br> <br> The whip fell a second time and Roberta howled in agony. She pleaded again for mercy. Again Celestine ignored her and brought the whip down upon her bleeding back a third time, then a fourth and a fifth and a sixth and the horrible shrieks continued.<br> <br> Celestine had spoken the truth about her ability to make even the stoic and brave Roberta rend the air with her frenzied pleas for mercy. And she had been right about the said mercy not materialising! Seventy times the lash fell upon Roberta and seventy times she shrieked in an extremity of agony such as she had never even imagined before, let alone experienced. In all the long years that lay ahead, a broken and totally chastened Slave never spoke out of turn again! <br> <br> Whenever Celestine said &#8220;jump&#8221;, Roberta&#8217;s only answer would be, &#8220;How high, Mistress?&#8221;<br> <br> By the time the two had reached Celestine&#8217;s quarry, Roberta and she had both healed.&nbsp; Along the course of the long journey the young witch had many times more than made up for the horrors of that cruellest of punishments. But Roberta would never forget it. She knew who was the boss, alright!<br> <br> At night they were equals and lovers, but by day Roberta was nothing. Less than nothing. A worm whom her mistress might crush at any time.<br> <br> ******************************<br> <br> The long whiplash curled spitefully through the air looking almost leisurely as it gracefully landed on the Slave&#8217;s back. The Taskmistress was a fly fisher in her spare time, and it showed in her flawless technique! The lazy and rapidly tiring Roberta swung her pick with more vigour. She&#8217;d said it before and she would say it again (silently, of course. Speech was forbidden from dawn until dusk) There was nothing like the Taskmistress&#8217;s leather whip on her back to re energise her! <br> <br> She didn&#8217;t want too many more cuts like that today, even if her skin was as hard as leather after sixty nine years, eleven months and thirty days of hard work and harder punishment. Today would see the end of her seventy years in the quarry and she wondered what lay ahead for her. <br> <br> She would certainly not miss labouring in this arid and hellishly hot spot. It was not the hard work that got to her these days, so much as the fucking horrible deadly boredom. Roberta wanted some more constructive uses to put her enormous strength to.<br> <br> Because that strength had increased vastly over seventy years!&nbsp; Roberta calculated that it had doubled about every decade or so. She wasn&#8217;t a mathematician, but knew that she was pretty damned strong by now, and she had been hardly a weakling to start with! It&nbsp; was not so much that Roberta looked more muscular and powerfully built than ever, although she certainly did. Paula&#8217;s jaw would hit the floor if she could see her now!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; What gave her the phenomenal strength she now possessed&nbsp; was the fact that&nbsp; each individual sinew had many times more power in it than ever. &nbsp;<br> <br> Back at that road with the fallen trees, she would be able to lift all three at once and with only one hand!&nbsp;&nbsp; She was a power house on two feet and she craved for things to do with this power. Roberta wanted to launch herself on a world that needed strong champions to right wrongs and rescue the oppressed from evildoers.<br> <br> There remained little stone still to be extracted from the quarry by now. What had been a fair-sized hill was now a low depression and Roberta was breaking up the last few blocks of marble, prior to the site being turned into a housing estate for low paid elderly peasants - or some such thing.&nbsp; (Though why anyone would wish to end their days in a rainless part of the world like this was hard for Roberta to fathom).<br> <br> But she would miss her nights of love with the ever more succulent Celestine, whose youth had lasted as miraculously as had Roberta&#8217;s. It wasn&#8217;t that she was in love with the eternally youthful witch. She was too mortally afraid of her after that merciless whipping seventy years ago to feel love. But she did lust for her with more hunger than ever. Bodies like hers weren&#8217;t exactly ten a penny! She might know every last crevice of Celestine&#8217;s body and she may&nbsp; have explored all the fragrant nuances of flavour in those honey sweet juices, but each night was as exciting and wonderful&nbsp; as the first had been, seventy years ago when she had first come to Celestine&#8217;s bed, hot, sweaty, bloody backed&nbsp; and dusty after that first terrible day of servitude.<br> <br> Her lover had kissed away all the hurt in her body, restoring it so that it might receive more pain and do more hard work next day. Then she had bathed her, making her clean and sweet smelling. After these delightful preliminaries the Loving had begun! Those heavenly six hours had passed like six seconds.<br> <br> The nights might have all passed with bewildering speed but the days had dragged. How they had dragged! It always seemed to be flaming hot around here. In seventy years not a drop of cool refreshing rain had fallen on the ever thirsty Roberta&#8216;s burning nakedness. In all that time there had not been a single cloud in the sky. In all those years Roberta had known no shade from the sun&#8217;s fearsome rays.<br> <br> On her first day, the wicked Taskmistress had used her whip on her a dozen times before the all too brief mid day meal and mug of water. The afternoon had been even worse and Roberta had been taken to Celestine&#8217;s room more dead than alive. But the night had restored her vitality and next day she was ready for more hard work.<br> <br> &#8220;Do you regret awarding the fight to me, darling Roberta?&#8221; she had asked on that first night, shortly after kissing her long and hard on the mouth.<br> <br> &#8220;I did until tonight! Now I wouldn&#8217;t be anywhere else!&#8221; she replied. &#8220;I&#8217;d work a thousand days like the one that has just ended for just an hour with you, my sweet!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;That&#8217;s really a very nice thing to say, Roberta. But you are a nice girl, aren&#8217;t you? The nicest! I thought Amy had won, actually. She was just a bit sharper than I was - or so I thought!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;It was desperately close, darling Celestine. If I had thought she had won, I would have said so.&nbsp; I really would have preferred to go back to my old life as a Golden Guard, doomed to die gloriously in battle before I was twenty&nbsp; five. And I still worry about things at the Palace.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;No need to worry, brave Roberta! All has been taken care of and the wicked conspirators have been put to death, after a suitable amount of truly ghastly, stomach churningly, horrible torture, of course!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;And I never got to give that message to the Chief Torturer!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;What message, darling!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;The one from the Town Tormentor at Rockwell Green! It doesn&#8217;t really matter - not important.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;I could see your message got passed on, Roberta. If it was important.&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;It was just asking me to remember him. Quite trivial.&#8221;<br> <br> <br> &#8220;You were still an unbeliever in those days, Roberta. My mother and my sister and I grieved over you for your sceptical ways. It took so much pain and so much hard and degrading work to beat it out of you. It was worth it, though, wasn&#8217;t it darling?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;Well worth it, sweet love!&#8221;<br> <br> <br> Roberta was recalled to the present time by getting her second lash in as many minutes. She really wasn&#8217;t concentrating today! And the fact that it was her last day was no excuse to slack! All this residue of seventy long years hard work had got to be disposed of by nightfall. She put all her thoughts to one side and worked harder than she ever had before. So hard did she work that all was finished two hours before her day was officially done.<br> <br> Roberta was told that Celestine would not be in her room until the usual hour and was obliged to remain in the sun as its rays gradually became less hot and the red rim set below the horizon. Wherever she was due to go after today, she hoped it was a bit greener and cooler than this!<br> <br> Finally the hour for the last night of love arrived and the pair were together again. Celestine washed her lover&#8217;s strong body and bathed her wounds for the last time.<br> <br> Six hours passed and Roberta awoke wondering what came next.<br> <br> &#8220;Seventy years soon pass, do they not, my love.&#8221; whispered Celestine gently.<br> <br> &#8220;Too soon, Mistress. Are we still to be lovers?&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;That is up to you, Roberta. Now that you are stronger than ever, there are great things for you to do. Put this on!&#8221;<br> <br> &#8220;This&#8221; was a blindfold. Roberta, unchained at last, was led to the horse and walked, not knowing where, for three weeks. When she was finally allowed to see where she was, she gasped in total amazement.<br> <br> <br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>08 A Fight Preceded by a Feast and an Orgy</title> </head> <body> <font size="+3">ADVENTURE THE SECOND PART TWO</font><br> <br> ROBERTA<br> <br> Roberta was put back into the cellar after working the rest of the day. Now that the blacksmith had removed her chain she was free to move about. Not that there was far in any direction to move in this tiny room! The rings around her ankles were still there. It would take a file to remove them and there was insufficient time, so the smith had said. She guessed the chain would be re-attached after the fight.<br> <br> She had readily agreed to fight Rodrigo. As part of her preparation she had spent the afternoon carrying heavy rocks out of the village to a clearing in the woods about a mile away. At first she had been accompanied to make sure she didn't slack or pause. It soon became clear, though, that Roberta didn't slack. There was no such word in her vocabulary. This wonderful strenuous activity after over two days being kept chained all day and night in that loathsome cellar was such a relief that every sinew in her body sung with joy as it was exercised to its limit once again.<br> <br> The more she thought about the coming fight the more she felt she might be in with a chance this time. No swords would be involved and that was very bad news. Robertas skill with the steel blade was legend. Rodrigo was a master of unarmed combat. That was what this man had been used for in the training. He had made sure than a Golden Guard would be a deadly foe even without her weapons.<br> <br> His brawny arms could crush most mens ribs in seconds once he got a bear hug hold on. His fists were like rock and they moved like lightning, propelled by his muscular arms and shoulders. It had been a left hook that had sent her crashing bloodily into dreamland the last time she had fought him and lasted for all of eight minutes - to her own surprise.<br> <br> If she had had any sense she would have let him knock her out after having survived the necessary five minutes, but stupid Roberta, with all the self confident arrogance of a seventeen year old Leading Cadet, had actually thought she might win! Rodrigo had warmly congratulated her after she had finally woken up with a headache that had lasted for days.<br> <br> "You are the best trainee I have ever fought against, Roberta! Look at this eye of mine! None of you have ever done that to me before! Have a cup or two of wine with me, my brave girl!"<br> <br> As a rule, this was totally forbidden to all trainees. It was hardly encouraged even for mature members of the Golden Guard to taste wine. Roberta, even now, had little taste for strong drink. Clear, fresh and cool water was all she needed. But she had willingly accepted Rodrigo's offer and later staggered tipsily to bed. <br> <br> Shed been well caned later, of course, after Rodrigo had left. That had been her last caning before she had graduated, and the last punishment of any kind for well over a year - until she had started her slide into disgrace and ruin.<br> <br> <br> She munched on the food and drank the water in her cell as she looked forward to her contest. The stuff they had given her tonight was as foul as ever, but at least there was plenty of it! She wondered how they fed their pigs! She doubted it was any worse than that they fed to her! But, then, she was just a Slave these days and no better than a pig.<br> <br> PAULA<br> <br> Up above in the hall, the feast was taking place. Poor Slave Roberta was so far beneath the ground that she would have heard nothing. It was three flights of stairs down to where they kept her. Rodrigo was in a jovial mood as he downed one flagon of wine after another. Paula sat with James at the back and he had his arm around her. They kissed frequently and James was getting more and more daring as his hand crept under her dress and felt her erect and very hard nipple. <br> <br> Paula was hoping that all this was not going to lead to her losing her virginity. If James, getting more desperate and audacious by the second, had anything to do with it, she would have lost it already! Soon enough one clammy hand found its way up her long skirt and into her crevice. She allowed him to explore and fondle her vaginal lips and move a little way inwards, then she slapped his face hard. The crack of that little hand hitting that manly cheek resounded around the hall and fifty shocked glances were directed at the furiously blushing boy.<br> <br> Paula was not bothered again and James left, accompanied by two members of the council. She guessed Roberta might not be the only one to get whipped around here in the near future. Serve the dirty little sod right, she thought. Then she felt sorry for him and crept out of the crowded hall, pleading that she needed some fresh air. <br> <br> Sure enough, James was tied facing the barn wall with no shirt on. His broad and manly back had received three lashes before Paula could get across to him.<br> <br> Please dont hurt him! Its partly my fault! I led him on a bit. I feel terrible about seeing him whipped. Let him go. Hes learnt his lesson!<br> <br> The two angry men ignored Paula and continued whipping James, taking it in turn to flog him. Paula, who had seen Roberta lashed many times and enjoyed watching it, was sickened to see James treated like this. She stood and watched with increasing anger as James got twenty lashes and then she had had enough. She placed herself between the whimpering boy and the two men and they were forced to stop. Then she untied him and helped him put on his shirt. His back didnt look too bad and she took him home and dressed his cuts, which were deep and long. Paulas professional eye saw clearly that the pair had done a good job on the lad! She hoped they would be used on Roberta in a few days time! Only the very best was good enough for her former Mistress and present Slave!<br> <br> Dont try anything with me again, James! she warned him. Youre a nice boy and all that, but you are not for me! Now run along home and rest. In the morning youll be fine! <br> <br> She gave him a quick kiss and pushed him out of the house. After this little drama she returned to the festivities which were really getting under way by now. Rodrigo asked her to dance with him and he proved to be a wonderful dancer, despite his great bulk and all the wine he had consumed.<br> <br> I hear that you own the Slave who I am to fight, Paula. And that the Slave is a woman. No woman has ever defeated me! Poor cow! I hope she came cheap, because you will not find her much use to you after I have finished with her!<br> <br> I hope you are wrong, Rodrigo! She cost me every last penny! But we shall see how it goes - after another day of feasting. I like the feasting around here! Its great stuff!<br> <br> Indeed, Paula. They know how to throw a great party! Did you manage to rescue that amorous and rather inexpert young fool from having his back too badly hurt? <br> <br> So you saw it all tonight! You seemed too anxious to finish of the red wine to notice things like that! I see you are a hawk eyed man as well as a fearsome warrior! Yes! I let him get about twenty or so and pleaded with them to let him off the rest. Mind you, I am due to leave in a few days time. After I have gone they may resume his painful lesson in good manners!<br> <br> You need a real man to take away your innocence, Paula! And youre looking right at him as we speak!<br> <br> No false modesty with you, is there Roddy! laughed Paula, who had possibly - just possibly - consumed a smidgeon more wine than was good for her!<br> <br> They continued to dance for a few more delightful minutes and then Rodrigo led her to a bench by the wall and the couple watched the proceedings. Happily for Paulas much prized purity, Rodrigo was a gentleman as well as a lethal fighter. But his interest in the little girl was pretty obvious and she warmed to him - in a way.<br> <br> Youd like to fuck the arse of me, wouldnt you, darling? she whispered.<br> <br> Sure thing, sweetheart! Be a nice way to end the day!<br> <br> Ill tell you what, darling! Beat my slave and you can have me! Its as simple as that! Now, will you please take me home? Im tired and more than a little drunk! With more feasting ahead on the morrow, I think I need my beauty sleep!<br> <br> Rodrigo left her at her front door but not before giving Paula just about the most exciting goodnight kiss that she could ever recall. Not that she had experienced too many. Hers had been a sheltered life until she met Roberta after which she had lost all interest in men. Or almost all interest. There was one - but that was just a pipe dream! <br> <br> Rodrigo did things with his tongue that made the little girls pulses pound and her head reel. She broke free and shut the door behind her. Wow!<br> <br> As she fell asleep she thought that whatever the outcome of the Great Fight, she, Paula, would be the winner! While it would be wonderful, as ever, to see Roberta triumph, her defeat would mean Paula being deflowered by Rodrigo! And that would be something like going to Heaven early!<br> <br> In the morning she awoke rather late with a headache and a feeling of nausea, a condition she suffered in common with most of the villagers. By this time, of course, Roberta, her fighting slave, had been hard at work for hours! She saw her carrying a great rock, the weight of a man, across the square and out of the village. Those muscles looked awesome! She wondered if Rodrigo had seen her!<br> <br> But Rodrigo was still asleep. He had more than a little overdone it last night and would not stir until late afternoon, when he would rouse himself and resume the feasting - and dancing with that bewitching little Paula! He was aware of a big woman carrying rocks about the place and guessed that he would have the pleasure of breaking her back across his knee next day, but did not recognise in that Superwoman, the Golden Guard Trainee who had given such a hard time four years ago. Robertas hair was still short. Short enough for her to pass as a man were it not for her firm and jutting breasts and her wide juicy cunt peeping brazenly from out of her golden bush!<br> <br> Roberta certainly recognised Rodrigo and she was not impressed. The man was overconfident and riding for a fall. She guessed from his late arrival on the scene and bleary eyed appearance when he did surface, that he had feasted well last night. That was no way to prepare for a fight, especially a fight with Roberta! Far from regretting her isolation, Roberta was glad of it now. It was far better for her to languish under ground by night rather than to ruin her chances by over indulgence above it.<br> <br> He was not going to be a pushover, even in his unfit condition. In fact Roberta knew that she might quite easily be beaten by him. The odds were probably slightly in his favour. He was still a fine figure of a man, wearing only his breeches in the warm afternoon sun. But there was more than a trace of fat on that once trim belly. She guessed he might be slower off the mark than four years ago. And she was as fast and deadly as ever! And shed need to be! Would she ever need to be!<br> <br> As she rested in her evil smelling cell, she imagined Rodrigo carousing up above and making her chances against him more favourable by the minute!<br> <br> Meanwhile, Paula was resting from the non-stop and ever more energetic dancing. She had certainly wined and dined well this last couple of days and had a whale of a time! James had not turned up tonight and it was just as well. It would only upset him to see how friendly she was getting with Rodrigo, who had pretty well monopolised her this evening! James was just a boy, but Rodrigo was a man with a capital M!<br> <br> She guessed that this professional fighter had a girl in every village and town he visited and had left a trail of broken hearts and squawking fatherless brats in his wake. But Paula had no intention of being one of them! Before she had left the bandits cave, carrying no more than a pack on her naked back and her weapons, she had been given some of the ointment they had used to soften and resensitise Robertas hardened leathery skin and a magic potion to use if and when she decided to sleep with a man. Philippa had assured her that this powder would mean that no embarrassing surprises would materialise in nine months time if she did allow Rodrigo into her bed and her body! <br> <br> Rodrigo went on drinking and dancing with an ever more willing Paula until well after midnight. He escorted her home once again.<br> <br> How can you behave like this, Rodrigo, when you have a hard fight ahead tomorrow! Roberta may lose against you, but it wont be easy! Go home and sleep it off!<br> <br> Roberta? Golden Guard Roberta? Is that the giantess I saw working like a slave? How has it come to this? I had her marked out as a future Commandant! How came she to be a Slave and your property?<br> <br> You hadnt heard? You must be just about the only person Ive met that hadnt heard about all her troubles.<br> <br> I have been on a long journey this last few months. And I left the Kings service two years ago. This town is the first place Ive been to since returning. Tell me all about Roberta!<br> <br> Paula led him into her cottage and the pair talked for almost an hour before Rodrigo went back to his room in the local inn.<br> <br> Rodrigo was impressed by Paulas belief in her Mistress/Slave, but, like Roberta, he did not believe in Philippas mystic powers. She was no more than a barmy old crone with half her marbles missing - as well as all her teeth! Roberta was guilty as hell and in the morning he would save the executioner a job! Hed kill his opponent!<br> <br> He slept well enough, but as he drifted off into sleep he recalled the black eye that the defiant young trainee had given him four years ago as she gamely went down under his battering fists, fighting every inch of the way. It might not be as easy tomorrow as it had been last year against that useless peasant boy!<br> <br> *****************************<br> <br> ROBERTA <br> <br> Roberta woke early and they came for her at dawn. She asked to be given time in the morning to train further for the contest which was to be held in mid afternoon. She carried the remainder of the rocks out to the clearing in the woods. Goodness knows what the purpose of all this was. Perhaps they intended building some kind of temple there. They had enough material to erect quite an edifice!<br> <br> Three hours before the fight she was taken back down to her cell to await her entrance to the arena. As the seconds ticked away she became calmer and calmer. She had never been afraid of a fight, not even when she was in great danger. Whatever happened she would acquit herself well today! She slept for three hours and was roused ten minutes before the deathly struggle was due to begin.<br> <br> PAULA<br> <br> Paula woke early as well. She must be getting used to all this drinking and eating! Her head was clear this morning and she went out to take a morning stroll around the village. Roberta was already busy, she was pleased to see. The two exchanged a glance but nothing was said. Paula had taken to heart the warning that sexual relations between women were banned around here! But the original purpose of their coming to this town was still very fresh in Paulas mind. As soon as they were away from the place Roberta would give her sweet little arse the caning of its life!<br> <br> On second thoughts, though, decided Paula, perhaps they had better wait for a few days after the fight to give Robertas strong right arm time to recover from all the hard work it would be doing against Rodrigo. If Rodrigo won, then Roberta would no doubt go back to the cellar, in chains once more, to serve the rest of her time. If she were still alive, of course - that was doubtful! <br> <br> Paula had sensed Rodrigos disbelief after she had told him Robertas side of the story. All Paulas talk of sorcery and potions and poisoned food had clearly not convinced a man who was every bit as sceptical as Roberta. She began to regret offering up Roberta as the challenger. All she would get in exchange for losing her friend would be a night of passion with a man who would swiftly dump her as soon as he had slaked his lust on her body. Although she would enjoy being made love to by Rodrigo, she would still miss Roberta.<br> <br> Then the time finally arrived. The square began to fill up with villagers, both from this town and the rival community. Many were still bleary eyed after two days of feasting and wining. A few private fights had broken out over the last two days and a number of young men sported various types of facial bruises. <br> <br> James was there. It was the first time Paula had seen him since she had caused his whipping to be curtailed. That had been a mistake! She ought to have let them do whatever they had to do. The stupid boy would get the rest of his stripes sooner or later. Paula had learnt that much! The Ladies League for Truth and Decency had been outraged at his groping the diminutive guest. The Mayors re election depended on James being made much more of an example of than the recent twenty three lashes. If one hundred and fifty were appropriate for Roberta then James should receive nothing less..<br> <br> Stupid boy! He had said in the field that he was risking a hiding by seducing a guest. But his ardour had got the better of his discretion. His flagrant behaviour at the dance had been an open invitation to the moralists to make an example of him. At least he wasnt having to fight Rodrigo! He should count his blessings! She put him out of her mind and concentrated on enjoying the fight. She loved seeing blood shed, especially when it was that of her brave and hardy Slave!<br> <br> THE FIGHT<br> <br> Roberta was brought up from the cells and Rodrigo came swaggering over from the inn, surrounded by a group of men from the rival village, all sure that their champion was set to defeat yet another challenger, leaving her bloody corpse for Paula to mourn over - after she had made love to Rodrigo.<br> <br> People were clearly impatient and anxious to see the carnage begin after two days of anticipation. For a variety of reasons Paula was also keen to get the whole business over with, and in one way or another, get on with the rest of her life.<br> <br> Roberta was already stripped for the fight, of course. That was one thing about her very exiguous uniform! No frequent changes of costume! Her sword, belt , bow and quiver had been taken from her before her imprisonment in the cellar, and she would not need them today in any case. This was a fight where bare body was to be pitted against bare body. <br> <br> In honour of the occasion, she had been bathed beforehand by a couple of the village girls, both of whom had thrilled to touch this Amazon. They had wished her success and apologised for the way she had been treated. Its awful the way they work you to death during the day and lock you in that dungeon at night. You show them, Roberta!<br> <br> She still had the metal bands on her ankles and each band had a ring on the inside of her leg to take the chain. Because of this obvious advantage to the Slave, Rodrigo was allowed to continue wearing light weight boots. He had stripped before coming from the inn, wearing only a loin cloth and looking every inch the champion. Except, alas, that there were rather more inches around his waist than last year!<br> <br> Comparing the two fighters, the villagers began to hope against hope that this year they might have something to celebrate. She was recognisably a woman by her breasts, feminine posterior, lovely features and generously proportioned vagina, but there the resemblance ended! In every other way she was a mountain of lithe footed muscularity. There seemed to be no department in which she didnt either equal or outgun Rodrigo. And she carried not an ounce of surplus weight, which Rodrigo undoubtedly did!<br> <br> The Mayor made the announcement. The annual contest this year again features Rodrigo, who killed our brave Antonio last year after a pretty brave show by our lad (cheers from the home village). Rodrigo, that mighty man of valour (cheers from the away supporters) is to fight the Slave of our honoured guest Paula. This mighty Slave, is the former Golden Guard Roberta, disgraced and deservedly enslaved but still a fearsome warrior. (some cheers from the home supporters, who were glumly sure that they were going to be hammered by the opposition yet again, though at least it was only a Slave who would be killed this time and not some local mothers beloved boy.)<br> <br> Let battle commence, after the fighters have shaken hands.<br> <br> Looking a bit worse the wear this morning, arent we Rodrigo? sneered Robert as she held her opponents hand in a fierce grip that was clearly hurting him. You should know thats no way to prepare for a contest to the death!<br> <br> Youll be the one to die, traitor Roberta! Take a last look at the world! Youll soon be leaving it.<br> <br> Well see soon enough! Im ready to fight but I doubt that you are!<br> <br> The two fighters, one a woman and the other a man, stepped apart and waited for the command to start. It was soon given and Rodrigo started off aggressively by aiming a kick at Robertas stomach. The Slave stepped aside and took the blow on her side, most of the force being lost. It hurt all the same and she could see that Rodrigo had lost none of his power since their last encounter.<br> <br> Roberta made no attempt to counter. She evaded Rodrigos next kick and the next. Then Rodrigos aim seemed to improve and Roberta grunted in pain as he landed a hit on her solar plexus. That should have finished her but she seemed unaffected by it and answered with a swift blow of her bare but still manacled foot into his face and drew blood. First blood, thought Roberta triumphantly.<br> <br> After shaking him with that kick from a woman who should have been rolling on the ground in agony, Roberta danced away and kept Rodrigo on the move. This need for footwork was not to his liking and Roberta could hear his breathing become heavy and laboured. Too much booze and good food were having their effect already!<br> <br> The kick to her stomach had hurt her and hurt her badly. Even as she countered and kept on the move, the agony from that direct hit to her nerve centre was slow to fade. But Roberta was used to pain. For six years she had been trained never to surrender to physical pain and since becoming a full member of the Golden Guard she had endured agonies both in the field of combat and at the whipping frame, such as Rodrigo could not even dream of.<br> <br> Some awareness of this almost unnatural hardihood was beginning to percolate into his brain. If he did finally win it would only be after a terrible struggle which might leave him crippled. He tried to summon up enough energy to repeat his blow to Robertas belly, but once again she seemed to be feeling nothing and her counter was a punch to his face that broke his nose. Nobody had ever done that to him before! Certainly not a woman. He punched her face and had the satisfaction of seeing her bleed a little - but only a little and he was covered with blood as his nose gushed forth a red stream that soon covered his chest and began to drip onto the ground.<br> <br> Roberta was not so stupid as to think the battle all but won. Sheer male pride would give Rodrigo a second wind and a new lease of life. He would not take defeat from the hands of a young woman lying down. That was for sure! Roberta aimed another kick and this time he was too quick for her - more like the Rodrigo of old.<br> <br> Roberta retained her balance but was momentarily off guard and Rodrigo came at her and soon had her in one of his famous bear hugs. Roberta made no attempt to escape but countered by wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him as hard as he was squeezing her. Those nearest to the action could hear two tortured bodies creak and crack under the colossal strain. <br> <br> Her cold blue eyes gazed calmly into his brown eyes and her calm features faced his agonised countenance. Fear was in that bearded face as Rodrigo tried in vain to secure a submission from a woman who seemingly was made, not of flesh and blood, but steel.<br> <br> After five minutes in which neither fighters grip seemed about to loosen it was Rodrigo who muttered Break?.<br> <br> Roberta smiled and nodded. The pair simultaneously disengaged and stepped apart . Then began a phase of the contest that had spectators gasping with sheer stupefied amazement that two people could do such things to each other and still remain, not only standing, but trading blows as powerfully as at the start.<br> <br> Roberta aimed a punch at Rodrigo and let him return it without stepping aside or backwards. Both faces quickly began to show the effects of this uninhibited slugfest! Roberta was soon bleeding as badly as Roberto but she showed no sign of tiring of this very painful endurance test. Once again it was Rodrigo who muttered. Call it a draw, Roberta? Were getting nowhere!<br> <br> No draw. Today you die replied Roberta as she aimed a mighty kick at his throat, almost taking his head off. A neck less thick than that of the brawny Rodrigo would certainly have been broken, but he only staggered back, choking a little but still ready to carry on the fight. It was a contest he now had no hope or expectation of winning. That exchange had drained him utterly and Roberta, bloody though she might be, was as strong and as fresh as when they had first faced up to each other.<br> <br> This time it was Roberta who got her opponent in a bear hug and it was Rodrigos ribs that snapped and cracked as she put on the hold with deadly force. Those days felling trees and carrying rocks and, above all, that year on the Hell Island, had given Roberta a body that was more than the equal of any man - even Rodrigo. If he had abstained from strong drink and prepared himself properly he might, with his years of experience and great skill, have prevailed. But the overweight boozer that he had now become was no match for the superbly fit Roberta.<br> <br> He fainted after five minutes of increasing agony and Roberta picked him up and broke his back over her knee, just as he had imagined doing to her the previous night! Making sure that he was indeed dead as mutton, she stood and raised two bloody hands in a gesture of triumph. Rodrigo would kill no more untrained peasant boys as a way of boosting his reputation and lining his pockets. Today he had fought a true warrior and lost.<br> <br> Paula was the first to congratulate her victorious Slave, putting her arms around Robertas neck and kissing that bloody face many times. Rodrigo would undoubtedly have given her a great time in bed, but on the whole she preferred him the way he was right now! And, as the owner of the Slave who had rid the village of a recurring nightmare, she could have her pick of a dozen good men tonight!<br> <br> Paula was followed by the village maidens who had bathed her body before the fight. They too kissed her many times, vowing never to wipe Robertas blood off their faces! Then the young men crowded around and slapped her heartily on the shoulders, thanking her for redeeming the honour of the village. Then the Ladies League for Truth and Decency made their dour appearance. And there were a lot of them and they all had votes!<br> <br> The almost universal wish of the youthful element to fete the victor was overruled by the more numerous seniors. It was pointed out that, as the one who had donated her Slave to be the challenger, it was Paula who deserved the towns gratitude. Roberta was soon back at the blacksmiths, having a fresh chain, a much shorter one this time, attached. Within half an hour of her win she was back chained in the cellar and told she would be back to a reduced diet and not coming out for ten days.<br> <br> Ten days? asked Paula later. Surely its less than that? She had twelve days to serve after she finished clearing the trees early. You had her underground for two and a half days and then two days training and then today. She should only serve seven days at most. And after what shes just done Id have thought youd have let her off even them and allowed us to be on our way. Im really disappointed!<br> <br> Dont fret, Paula! We have three more days of feasting at which you are the guest of honour. And your Slave has earned you thirty five gold pieces. She will not feel pain in that cellar and we wil start to feed her well a couple of days before we bring up for her whipping so that when she takes her lashes she will be fit and strong enough to be punished. Forget about her, Paula! Come and enjoy yourself! Youve earned it! said the Mayor.<br> <br> So once again, while Roberta was fed on stale bread and foul water - and not too much of either, Paula lived it up for three wild and roaring days of celebration. By the time it was over she had been shagged so many times by so many lusty young men that she wondered fearfully if Philippas magic powder would be proof against such a sticky tide of semen as had flowed and been pumped into her in that time.<br> <br> On the third night, seven men had taken it in turn to fuck her time and time again until they all collapsed from exhaustion. Paula, though, was fresh as a daisy and ready for more! She left them sleeping and went looking for more lovely men. Her search was soon successful.<br> <br> Her last few days in the village were spent under something of a cloud. The Ladies League had been shocked to think of their husbands queuing up to make love to the delicious little girl in preference to the charms of their unappealing spouses.<br> <br> By the time Roberta was brought up from the cellar, taken to the blacksmiths to have her only body covering removed and tied to the side of the barn, Paula was more than ready to shake the dust of the place off her feet.<br> <br> James sidled up to her after Roberta had received fifty lashes. Still a hundred to go and Paula was getting bored already! When youve seen one whipping youve seen the lot, was her feeling at that painful moment for Roberta! At least the bandits had hung her upside down and the guys at the last dump that they had visited had tied her to a cart to flog her out of town. But these arseholes had no imagination whatsoever. Paula yawned. They were doing a pretty good job on Roberta, though. Paula granted them that much!<br> <br> They want to do that to me when youve gone, Paula. said James, a little nervously. Blood was flowing in goodly measure already. How did Roberta take it so calmly? She wasnt moving at all.<br> <br> I know! Let it be a lesson in self control, James, darling! See how brave my Slave is being under the twin lashes of your towns strongest floggers? Promise me youll be just as brave tomorrow - or whenever!<br> <br> I promise. It was worth it, Paula. Kissing you was worth a thousand lashes.<br> <br> Paula smiled inwardly. If all the men who had shagged her last night were to be lined up for a whipping, the carnage would take weeks to complete. And the two floggers would be under the lash themselves, since they had been among the most enthusiastic gang bangers last night! Their semen formed a goodly share of the fluid that was still trickling deliciously down Paulas thighs as they whipped her slave!<br> <br> *********<br> <br> ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY!<br> <br> The whip landed for the last time - for now!<br> <br> Slave Robertas punishment is complete. Return her with our most grateful thanks to her owner. said the mayor.<br> <br> The members of the ladies League for Truth and Decency applauded loud and long. They liked nothing better than to see a harlot punished. In a world without whores they would be denied the chance to see such miscreants flogged, a thought that did not cross their limited minds on that, or any other, day.<br> <br> Roberta was escorted to Paula, who stood ready to mount her horse - a gift from the grateful villagers.<br> <br> Kneel before your Mistress, slave! said the Mayor.<br> <br> Roberta knelt humbly at Paulas feet. Paula used Robertas lacerated back to mount the horse.<br> <br> Up, Slave! Let us be on our way.<br> <br> When she was almost out of sight of the village, with Roberta walking strongly beside her steed, Paula looked round. James, his lithe and athletic body bare from the waist, was being secured to the barn wall. She prayed that the poor boy might have the strength to be as brave as her former Slave - who was once again her adored Mistress!<br> <br> As soon as they were quite out of sight Paula stopped the horse and dismounted.<br> <br> Would you like to ride, darling Mistress Roberta? You must be very weak after what they did to you.<br> <br> Thank you, Paula! I think I will! Its been a tiring time!<br> <br> <br> <br> </body> </html>

<!doctype html public "-//w3c//dtd html 4.0 transitional//en"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> <meta name="Author" content="Harry"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Mozilla/4.7 [en] (WinNT; U) [Netscape]"> <title>Strip Quiz</title> </head> <body text="#003300" bgcolor="#99FF99" link="#0000EE" vlink="#551A8B" alink="#FF0000"> <b><font size=+2>Golly, Guy! Just look at that unbelievable vision.! Are we both dead and gone to Heaven, or is that incredible woman sitting over there really&nbsp; flesh and blood,&nbsp; in all its warmth and glory?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Two friends were strolling around the park near their respective offices.&nbsp; The subject of their conversation was seated on a low wall eating her lunch and chatting to a couple of other girls, both of whom seemed entranced by both her company and her conversation.</font></b> <br><b><font size=+2></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Actually its Gloria Van Hoogstraten replied Guy to his best chum, Jake. Shes had all the guys eating out of her hand ever since she joined the firm. I dont know what she does to justify her existence around here - apart from satisfy the insatiable lusts of our worthy Chairman - but she obviously does that incredibly well!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I can hardly credit it! That&nbsp; I can possibly have been granted the luck to find myself so blessedly near such sheer physical perfection! replied Jake, excitedly. I solemnly tell you that I would be&nbsp; willing to die - to be struck dead in an instant -&nbsp; just for one heavenly&nbsp; glimpse of that divine body without a stitch of clothing on it!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I bet! replied Guy. It seems so wrong that Natures cunning handiwork should be hidden from our eyes. The Lord who designed that frame must surely have meant it to be seen in all its glory!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I know I want to see her in all her glory! replied Jake. In fact I will devote all my efforts to that end until I have gained my hearts desire. Try to think of a way, Guy old fellow. You wont let me down, will you?&nbsp; I mean, its in your interests as well - the interests of all true red-blooded men every where!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Time was pressing and the two friends parted to return to their respective places of work. Jake had to cross over the River to get to his office, but Guy - lucky fellow - worked in the City itself.&nbsp; Guy soon caught up with Gloria and her friends.&nbsp; He had opportunity to study her at some length as he fell into step behind the glamorous trio.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>She was certainly a stunning girl. Long golden hair cascaded down her slim back over those sweet shoulders, bare in the summer heat. He noticed that she did not favour the navel displaying garb of her two friends, both of whose tanned midriffs gleamed with a light sweat as the trio hurried back to work. Another surprise was her legs, visible only from inches below the knee and clearly encased in tights, unlike the other two again - and also unlike almost one hundred per cent of the other business women on this warm summer day. Obviously our Gloria was no exhibitionist!&nbsp; Either that, or she was a bit of a tease.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>He could see quite clearly how Jake had become obsessed with removing those conservative clothes and seeing for himself just what delights they were hiding. He resolved to help his old friend, as much for his own sake as Jakes!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>************************************************************************</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><i><font size=+2>Later that day, Jake's phone rang.</font></i></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Hi, Jake! Guy here! Ive found out where Gloria lives! Arent you glad you have friends like me! She has a flat up in Highgate - very posh place in a mansion block right on the top of the hill, not far from where Coleridge once lived.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Who lived?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The poet. Never mind. Thats near where you hang out I think?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Right! The other side of the Heath. I often go over there for a drink. Some nice pubs in Highgate. Maybe Ill wander over that way tonight. Its a nice day, after all!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake could scarcely contain his excitement for the rest of that day.&nbsp; Ever since seeing that fair-haired lovely the previous Thursday, all his thoughts had been centred on the aim of removing her clothes and seeing the sweet silky skinned loveliness that lay beneath them. At night he fantasised about her firm and perfectly formed breasts and ripe young buttocks. It was only right and proper that all this goodness should be there for him to feast his eyes upon! What else were decorative bimbos such as the fair Gloria for?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>As soon as he had finished his evening meal, cooked by himself and not to his satisfaction - cooking was not a mans job!- he set off on a walk across Hampstead Heath to Highgate and his favourite watering hole in that salubrious hill town overlooking Londons immensity.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>On his way he saw many marvellous young examples of womanhood lying on the grass trying to capture the rest of the suns rays and add to the richness of their tans before evening took the orb of Phoebus to warm and darken the skin of maidens in the Antipodes.&nbsp; He saw a lot of luscious female flesh as he walked towards Highgate, but none of these recumbent beauties could even begin to take his mind off the lovely Gloria!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>He reached the Bishops Palace at long last and ordered a pint of his favourite bitter. He took a sip and moved to his habitual seat at the rear. He had loved this place for a couple of years, even though the new manager had seen fit to discontinue the striptease act that had drawn him here in the first place. He had not been sitting there long when Bill, the assistant manager joined him.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Hi, Jake! said Bill.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Hi, Bill! said Jake.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Its not the same since the strippers were taken off! complained Bill. Its lost us a lot of trade.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Why did your new boss stop it?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>It was getting a bit rowdy at times. The local Police were making threatening noises - though some of the most appreciative punters were from the local Nick!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Bloody hypocrites! said Jake automatically. His thoughts were not on the bodies of the now unemployed ladies! He was thinking of Gloria! Then Gloria came in with a girl friend and his heart leapt&nbsp; - so much so that he feared for his life and went pale. He placed his glass shakily on the table. Bill followed his gaze and whistled softly.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Fuck me, Jake! Get an eyeful of that honey!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I know! She must be just about the most beautiful girl in the entire world. I know her name. Shes called Gloria and I have this thing about seeing her naked!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>You and every red-blooded man in the entire Northern hemisphere!&nbsp; If only we still ran our striptease show! We could ask her to come and do an act!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Dont they need to members of Equity or something?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Maybe youre right. Well, I must get on with my work. Nice talking to you, Jake.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>And you, Bill!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake sat looking in Glorias direction for some minutes. Then he forced himself to Act! He got up and walked boldly over to her table. He fixed the pair with what he fondly imagined to be a friendly grin, but was more a painful facial contortion.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Hi! I think we have a mutual acquaintance! I mean Guy. He and I are great mates and we saw you and some friends in the City the other day.&nbsp; Made my week, never mind day!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Yes, I saw you with Guy. Hes a nice fellow. Wont you join us? Im Gloria and this is Natalie.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake could scarcely believe his good luck! Hed never had the nerve to do a thing like this before! Now that he had established relations with such ease he felt halfway to his goal already! The three conversed for maybe half an hour and Gloria got up to leave, saying how nice it had been to talk to Guy and how they must meet again soon.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Maybe we could have a drink in the City sometime! he managed to gasp.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>That would be lovely! gushed Gloria, reddening&nbsp; prettily.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Tomorrow? asked Jake, wondering if her were not pushing his luck just the teeniest little bit too far!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Half-past twelve in the Lamb and Flag. See you! and she was gone,&nbsp; together with Natalie, leaving Jake in a state midway between the ecstatic and the thunderstruck.</font></b> <br><b><font size=+2>What the fuck did you agree to see that creep again for? asked an astounded Natalie as they walked back to Glorias flat where Natalie was a guest.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I dont know, Nat. I just have a feeling about the fellow. Not a nice one either! The way he was undressing me with his eyes was so gross. It was just the same last Thursday when he and that pitiful friend Guy were following me and the others back to the office. I just feel like stringing him along for a bit. I suppose Im bored and could use a bit of a diversion!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Well - I hope you know what youre doing!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I always know what Im doing, Natalie darling. Youre the one I worry about, sweetheart!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Im fine, Gloria. Its been a rough few months, but Im fine now - honestly!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Gloria looked sideways at her best friend, still pale and thin. It wasnt the pallor that worried her, though. Something was wrong with dear old Natalie and the lovely blonde was glad she was staying with her where she could keep an eye on her.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake, meanwhile,&nbsp; was on his way home, walking on a carpet of air. When he had set out earlier that evening he could never have imagined his expedition would have been so wildly successful. That night he dreamt of Gloria and of how he was removing layer after layer of clothing. Sadly, though, no matter how many layers he removed, there was always another underneath it. When he woke up in the morning, all the bedclothes&nbsp; were in a tangled mass and he was lying on the bed totally uncovered.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>**********************************************************************</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Hi, you two! Mind if I join you? Guy had spotted Jake with Gloria and felt it incumbent upon him to spoil his mates little idyll! What, after all, are friends for!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I see you two have got acquainted, then!&nbsp; Jake took a real shine to you, Gloria, the other day. I think youve made a conquest!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake and Gloria both laughed in what Jake hoped was a casual way. Gloria was having&nbsp; much more success in being casual than poor Jake! His face was turning a very unattractive shade of crimson. Could these two be in league together? NO! Guy was a friend from way back. It was just that he wanted a chance to ogle Gloria - and who could blame him?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The lunchtime drink came to an end, far too soon for Jake and Guy, but not a second too soon for Gloria. Guy hoped to walk back to the office with her, but she pleaded another engagement and left the two friends alone.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Youre right, Jake! said Guy. We must get that chicks clothes off her somehow! Theres GOT to be a legal way to do it! I wonder if she belongs to a Sun Club?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Doubt it! said a doleful Jake. After his initial success in establishing contact he was getting nowhere! The two parted and Jake muddled his way through the remainder of the day somehow. Just before leaving for the night, his phone rang.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>He was temped to ignore it. Too often he had answered a call just before going home and found himself trapped by some garrulous idiot who seemed to think Jake had no home of his own to go to! He was glad he had answered when he heard Glorias voice at the other end of the line!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Hi, Jake! Sorry I had to dash off earlier on. How about if I come over to your side of the river tomorrow? Theres a nice little pub I know in the Borough Market. The Wheat Sheaf.&nbsp; See you. Same time! Bye!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>An overjoyed Jake put the phone down after blurting out his promise to be there. It was a bit much the way this girl was making all the running, but he was not too inclined to resent this rebuff to his maleness! There would be plenty of time in future to correct this imbalance! She was obviously smitten with him and unable to act the passive female role. He would teach her in time!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>On returning home he decided not to walk over to Highgate tonight. After almost poisoning himself with a more than normally atrociously cooked meal he went up to the Three Horseshoes and had a couple of pints of&nbsp; Abbot Ale. Once again he dreamed of Gloria and once again there seemed to be no end to the layers of clothing to be stripped off her.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The meeting in Borough Market was a bit of a disappointment. Gloria apologised and said she had to leave early to do an errand for her boss. There was one good thing that came out of it, though!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Later that day, Jake once again finished off his evening meal and this time it was delicious! He had mentioned to Gloria that he was going to cook lamb that evening and she had scribbled down a few directions on the back of an envelope.&nbsp; Not without difficulty he followed these directions to the letter. The result was out of this world!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Gloria might be a bird-brained blonde bimbo, but she sure as hell knew a thing or two about cooking! But she would, of course. Even air-heads can cook!</font></b> <br><b><font size=+2>After finishing his delicious meal his thoughts turned again to Gloria. He had asked her if she would be in the Bishops Palace that evening but she had been non-committal. He decided to take a chance on it. Half-way across the Heath a thought struck him. How had she known his number. Come to that, how did she know his surname? Surely he had only introduced himself as Jake? She must have asked Guy, of course!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Gloria was not in the pub, but he saw her friend Natalie with a large young man who seemed to be paying her a great deal of attention.&nbsp; His friend, the barman,&nbsp; came and joined him.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>We are thinking about setting up a pub quiz evening, Jake. Interested in helping organise it?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I suppose so. replied Jake, looking at Natalie and the stranger. He did not sound too interested, but Bills next words really made him sit up!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>We were thinking of having a Ladies Night to kick off with, with a stripping penalty for wrong answers. We had a licence for that sort of thing, as you know, and its still valid.&nbsp; Any lady friends of yours that you could persuade to come along for a bit of a laugh would be more than welcome!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>And Jake saw the answer to all his problems! Hed somehow get Gloria to come along. He would volunteer to set the questions and make sure that the lovely airhead got all the most difficult ones! That sweet luscious flesh would be exposed for all to see in just a few brief and glorious minutes!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>And then reality set in! She would never agree! It had been very warm these last few weeks and Gloria had made very few concessions to the heat. She had bare arms, it was true, but those long and well shaped legs were still only visible from about three inches below the knee. She relied on loose-fitting clothing&nbsp; in this weather, and a large floppy hat to keep off the sun. It made her look lovely - Jake was forced to admit that - but how much lovelier she would be if she bared a bit of flesh like her friends!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>And then Jake saw something odd about Natalie! He nudged Bill, who looked in her direction. Natalie was looking about her furtively. Her companion had removed his jacket and put it over the seat behind him. He got up and made for the toilets. The amazed pair saw Natalie lift the wallet from the mans jacket and put it hurriedly in her own handbag, which she snapped shut hurriedly and with every appearance of guiltiness.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Soon the young man came back. Natalie kissed him on the forehead and rose to her feet and left, leaving the walletless young man to finish his drink. Before the pair could recover from their amazement, he had finished drinking and left.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake had an idea!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Next day Jake was again phoned by the lovely Gloria and they met at the same place. He asked her if she would like to take part in the quiz.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Not on your life, Jake! Thats not my scene at all.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>What - quizzing or stripping!&nbsp; joked Jake.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Both!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake let the matter drop for a few minutes. He changed the subject.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I saw your friend in the Bishops Palace last night. Doing a bit of pick pocketing!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Gloria went pale. Are you sure about this, Jake?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Two of us saw her.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Shes been through such a bad time these last months.&nbsp; She was kidnapped and kept in a tiny cupboard for weeks before the police finally rescued her. She was working in Spain at the time, so maybe you never got to read about it. The poor thing is still shattered. Please dont say anything about this to anyone! Ill talk to her and get it sorted out.&nbsp; Whatever she took will be returned. I promise. Ive been so worried about her. If she were to be reported to the police - I really think it could kill her!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Later that night, Gloria and Natalie were having a chat. Gloria was holding Natalies handbag and Natalie looked close to tears.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Youve no right looking into my things like that. Give it back to me!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Gloria ignored her and opened the bag, spilling its contents&nbsp; on the table. She picked up the wallet - the sole item that was not Natalies - and looked into it. She handed it back to Natalie.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Well. If its his, I suppose thats something between the two of you. Although I have an interest too!&nbsp; What were you playing at, darling?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Natalie sniffed. I dont know, Gloria. I suppose I thought it was a bit silly of him leaving it where anyone could take it! I thought Id teach him a lesson!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Gloria looked relieved. But she was also angry.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Thanks to you being seen by a couple of people, my love, I have agreed to take part in some nasty piece of&nbsp; exhibitionist vulgarity on Friday of this week. She explained how Jake had virtually blackmailed her into taking part.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>You can back out, Gloria. Now you know Im not a kleptomaniac!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I gave a promise to that little tick. Funny thing about me, but I keep promises, however dubious the means of getting them out of me! You can come along and watch if you like! Id value a bit of moral support!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>OK, Gloria. How many clothes will you be starting off with?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I have a list here, sweetheart. Shoes, no stockings, a blouse, a bra, a skirt and panties. I get the idea that friend Jake is tossing himself off every night imagining me losing them all!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I suppose youll be bound to lose something, Gloria! But, so what? What have you got to be ashamed of?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Nothing, Natalie. I have a swell body! Just that Im a bit discriminating about who gets to see it! My list of favoured people is very short. In fact, as far as the male sex is concerned, it consists of one person and one person alone! You know who THAT is!&nbsp; But, never mind, sweetheart! Things will be fine, I dont doubt!</font></b> <br><b><font size=+2>Next day a parcel landed on Jakes desk, courtesy of Special Delivery. He opened it and found two large tomes, each entitled Quiz Questions. There was a note from the manager of the Bishops Palace explaining how Jake was to set about his task.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>There will be four contestants, all female and all very lovely (especially your gorgeous nominee!). You will prepare a list of thirty questions for each lady and hand them to me before the quiz starts. If none of them have lost all their clothes by the time all questions have been asked, then you will not be too popular! Make sure you ask a few stinkers!&nbsp; I think you can guess the one we all most want to see in the buff! Go for it, Jake!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The next three days dragged for Jake and Guy! Each night both of them dreamt of a naked Gloria, resplendent in all her golden skinned and fair haired ravishment. Jake still found that the dream Gloria never seemed to lose her clothes, but Friday was the night of destiny! At long last, it arrived.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Guy sat next to Jake at the front of the large function room. On the stage, once graced by a succession of strippers, stood four girls. Three were dark-haired and nice to look at. One was fair haired and a wonder of wonders to behold! The manager, full of self-importance, explained the rules.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>This is a stripping quiz, ladies and gentleman. And I am sure youd all like to expend a warm welcome to our four contestants tonight. Im sure we all hope to see more of them in the future!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>There was some laughter and a few cheers at this pathetic sally. Three of the girls giggled, as though they were enjoying themselves already. Gloria smiled sweetly, but a close observer might have noticed that there was no smile in her eyes, which were hard and cold as ice.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The Question Master continued.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Each girl will be asked a question in turn. A wrong answer will mean the loss of a garment, in a certain order, beginning with shoes and ending with panties. If the girl wants to pass, then she will not lose any clothes. However, if one of the other girls can answer her question then she will lose a garment. No girl can lose anything if she gives a wrong answer to another girls question. Simple enough to understand, girls?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I bet Glorias having trouble digesting all that! sneered Guy behind his hand to Jake, who nodded his agreement. But if Gloria was puzzled, it was not obvious, and she merely continued to smile her toothpaste false smile.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>QUESTION ONE! Yours, Gloria! What is the capital of the State of New Jersey?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Could you repeat that, please? asked Gloria.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Nice one, Jake! Shes fallen at the first fence! chuckled Guy.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The question was repeated and Gloria screwed up her eyes, seemingly racking her brains.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Trenton! said Gloria in a matter of fact voice. Jake jerked in surprise. Hell! Who on earth knew something like that? Maybe she had relatives there, or something.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Correct!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>QUESTION TWO! Yours, Francine! What is the capital city of&nbsp; France?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Paris, of course. Take me for an idiot or something! There was laughter and the question master glared at Jake. He could see the fellows point, of course. Everyone wanted to see Glorias body unveiled as quickly as possible, but there should be some attempt to maintain even-handedness. This was so blatant it was unbelievable.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>QUESTION THREE. Yours, Marlene! What is the highest mountain in the Himalayas?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Fucking Everest. Everyone knows that. Youll have to do better than that, mate! Do you boys want to see my tits or dont you?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Correct!&nbsp; And would contestants please confine themselves to answering the questions? We can do without your observations, thank you!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake was anxiously waiting for Glorias turn to come around again. First of all, though was.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>QUESTION FOUR. Yours, Dolores! How many pounds are there to a hundredweight?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Pass! said the sad Dolores. She did NOT wish to be the first to lose something! Let one of the others open the batting!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I pass the question to the others, starting with Gloria.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>One hundred and twelve! said Gloria. Was there just the hint of a malicious grin in the look she darted at her would-be tormentor?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>And so Dolores was the first to lose something. Jake looked at her feet and wished he hadnt! No doubt her other features would repay a second glance, but these were far from the most pretty feet he had seen. Very far indeed!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>And now, Glorias Second Question! This should fix her!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>QUESTION FIVE. Yours, Gloria! What is latent heat?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2> The heat released or absorbed per unit mass by a system in a reversible isobaric-isothermal change of phase. answered Gloria contemptuously.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Thats not quite what I have here answered the Question Master. There was a cough from the rear of the room and a thin elderly man raised his hand.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I am a Physics Master at Highgate School. The young lady is correct.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Well. Its not what I have here. Could you explain what you said, please,&nbsp; my dear?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Yes. Its the heat needed to turn&nbsp; ice at zero degrees into water without raising the temperature. Happy now?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Quite happy, thank you, Gloria!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake was in despair. He had gravely under-estimated this girl, who was clearly some kind of genius!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>QUESTION SIX . Marlene, what is the largest island in the Japanese archipelago?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Okinawa?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Wrong.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>At least Marlene had extremely pretty feet! The evening wasnt a total disaster, after all!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>At the end of the second round, all of the girls except Gloria were standing barefoot, their shoes taken away to be returned to them later. Much later!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>ROUND THREE. Your question, Gloria. Who was the last King of France?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Gloria looked a little uncertain. She hesitated, and Jakes heart leapt!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Charles the Tenth. He was the last King to be styled King of France.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Wrong, Gloria. The answer I have is Louis Philippe!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>OK, Gloria blushed deep red and kicked off her shoes. Jake was in a seventh Heaven of delight. What feet that girl had! Sweet delicate little toes, all perfectly formed and like little bits of pink coral. Did any foot in the world arch as sexily as the feet of the lovely Gloria?&nbsp; Then there was another interruption.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>This time it was a lanky man with a beard and dressed in jeans and a sweater, which must be much too hot in this weather!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Excuse me. Im Fothergill. Professor&nbsp; Aloysius Horatio&nbsp; Fothergill of University College. I specialise in French History. The lady is strictly correct.&nbsp; Louis Philippe was called King of the French and not King of France. The lady is quite correct.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>What are all these schoolmasters and professors doing here, Guy? whispered Jake. Dirty old men!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The question master knew in his heart that Gloria was about to be handed back her shoes, but he did not give in right away. Jake was sent upstairs to the living quarters to fetch the relevant volume of Britannica. The volume was consulted and the question master sighed sadly. He, too, had been entranced by the sight of those naked feet. Soon Gloria was shod again and shod she remained for the rest of the evening.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The rest of Round two saw Dolores lose her blouse. The other two survived.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>In the third round, Marlene and Francine lost their blouses and Dolores passed on her question, only to have Gloria answer it correctly for her. The audience were becoming more and more enthusiastic but all the gradually displayed flesh in the world was not enough to make up for the disappointment of seeing Gloria stay fully clothed right up to the bitter end when Francine stood naked, with Dolores and Marlene clad in a brief and tiny thong apiece.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Both the runners up removed their own surviving garments and waved them happily over their heads at the cheering audience. Gloria accepted the winners prize with a mirthless smile. The question master made a (for him) witty speech about not all blondes being dumb and Gloria started to move to the exit.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>She paused near Jake and Guy. Hi, you two! Care to buy a girl a drink?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>The trio went into the other bar, where it was more quiet. Gloria accepted her gin and bitter lemon with a pretty smile and her thanks,&nbsp; delivered in her sexiest voice.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Id no idea anyone could be as clever as you, Gloria. I feel a right pillock, if you must know! said a rueful Jake. How do you come to know everything about everything?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I went up to Oxford when I was ten. replied Gloria. I was famous at the time, but people soon forget. I got a First in Pure Maths after a year and a First in Astrophysics after two and my last year was spent getting a First in Oriental Languages. I was still far too young,&nbsp; at thirteen,&nbsp; to get a job so I just kept on studying this and that until I was eighteen and came to work for Uncle. Its nice to get away from all those academics and do something in the real world for a change!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>What exactly do you do for your Uncle, Gloria? asked Jake. Guy nodded. He would like to know what this girl got up to!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Im working on a new IT system part of the time. And the regional structure needs rationalising. Then Uncle wants me to set up a Pharmaceutical Division. With all the advances being made, its a great way to diversify. I have a degree in biochemistry, so I can be some use there!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Is there anything you dont have a degree in? asked Jake.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Lots of things! No one knows everything! Only the Almighty knows all! Gloria laughed a silvery laugh which had heads turning and Guy and Jake more in thrall than ever!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>They sat chatting for a while and Gloria got to her feet. She took off her shoes and handed them to Jake.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I must get along home. Youd not refuse to walk me home, would you, boys?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Guy was late already returning to his South London home and cried off. In any case, there was something about the look in Glorias eye he didnt like. If Jake wanted to play with fire, on his head be it!</font></b> <br><b><font size=+2>Guy left his friend at the door and went off to get the bus. He looked around and saw Gloria, barefoot, walking away with Jake, who was thinking that perhaps the evening wasnt such a total flop after all!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Ive never seen you take your shoes off in public before. said Jake.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Well - youve seen my feet already, so Im not letting you see anything you havent seen before, and these shoes are new and still hurt a bit. Its not far to my home and the pavements are nice and smooth!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>They quite rapidly reached Glorias block,&nbsp; she ushered Jake into the lift and soon they were entering her flat. Jake was surprised to see Natalie and her young man were sitting in the lounge. He had noticed Natalie at the quiz, but she must have hurried back alone.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>May I introduce you all? said Gloria. Her voice had lost its sexy sweetness all of a sudden.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>This is Terence, my fianc&eacute; and this is Natalie, my dearest,&nbsp; loveliest friend and future sister-in-law!&nbsp; Terence, here, is very upset about you threatening to make trouble for his sister and so am I. She went through enough at the hands of some rotten swine without you adding to her troubles. You bastard!&nbsp; I dont mind you trying to get the clothes off me if thats the kind of idiot subterfuge that appeals to your tiny warped mind, but I draw the line at Natalie!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake swallowed hard. He saw at once how silly he had been, but it was a bit late for apologies now! Nevertheless he did feel genuinely sorry. He looked at Natalie, obviously far from well, and felt nothing but shame. She was a nice looking girl, not as pretty as Gloria, but still attractive. If only she had a bit more weight on her and some colour in her cheeks she would be very nice to look at.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Gloria was finishing off her words to the errant Jake.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I think you and my beloved have things to do, Jake! Male, macho, manly things - like fight each other! Theres a place at the back which is very secluded! Lovely place for a bit of fisticuffs! Off you go, you two men! I wont join you. We silly fluttery little things - we women - cant stand the sight of blood!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake found himself being guided downstairs by the large and powerful Terence. He looked at the man who was about to change the shape of his face (permanently!) and tried an ingratiating smile.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>I dont suppose it matters if I say I really am sorry? No, I thought not. Well, I wont fight you ! You can just hit a man who wont hit back. Somehow I doubt that appeals to you!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>As a rule, it doesnt! replied Terence shortly. But Im about to make an exception in your case. Jake groaned inwardly, anticipating the pain to come.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>He was surprised to find himself in the street outside rather than the area behind the block. He and Terence stood for a few minutes, looking at each other.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Glorias going to flay me for letting you go unscathed. When she loses her temper - boy, does she ever lose it!&nbsp; I dont suppose youd like to return the favour?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>If I can.&nbsp; What do want me to do?</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>It might sound crazy after the way you threatened my sister, but Id be grateful if you asked her out. Shes been so withdrawn since what happened to her and never gets out and about. Youre no Adonis and I dont think shes too struck with you, but I reckon the two of you might find youve a few things in common. It couldnt do any harm if you took her out for a meal or something once in a while. I think Id trust you with her, you seem to have learnt your lesson!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>OK, Terence! As a matter of fact I was only thinking how nice looking she is. If only she ate a bit and got out and about, shed be fine. But I doubt shes be interested in me! Not after the awful way I behaved.</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>Jake did ask Natalie out a few days later and was surprised when she accepted. Of course, there was never any romance between them, but Jake was able to see the traumatised girl make great strides during their few months of seeing each other. So something good came out of his silly ambition to strip the artful Gloria, who had seen through his plans right from the start!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>A year or so after all this, he and Guy bumped into the two girls who had been with Gloria on the fateful summers day that Jake had first seen the golden haired siren. The two men asked the two girls out&nbsp; and were amazed to be accepted. Romance flourished! Neither girl was as lovely as Gloria, (or as clever!) but a bird in the hand and all that!&nbsp; And they made wonderful wives to our two heroes!</font></b><b><font size=+2></font></b> <p><b><font size=+2>THE END</font></b> <br><b><font size=+2></font></b>&nbsp; <br><b><font size=+2></font></b>&nbsp; <br><b><font size=+2></font></b>&nbsp; </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>09 - PRISON FLOGGING 02 - AND A FIGHT</title> <meta name="author" content="Harry"> </head> <body style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" link="#000099" vlink="#990099" alink="#000099"> <font size="+3"><span style="font-weight: bold;">09 - LISA&nbsp; IS </span><span style="font-family: creepy; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">FLOGGED</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> AND FIGHTS - 02</span></font><br> <br> <big><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lisa was standing at her cell door at the time appointed. The guard took her to the communal wash-room and she had to wash, shave, use the toilet and be outside on parade in five minutes. Less than&nbsp; five minutes, where she usually allowed herself ten. Her hand shook as she tried to shave and it just refused to do as it was told. She felt her head and knew it would not satisfy the zealous Rosanne. Her feet had been given a good clean last night and then she noticed the dirt under a toenail and she knew she was lost. She had no more time as the instruction came to get a move on, NOW!&nbsp; She followed the junior guard out into the inspection area, usually full of anxious women hoping to pass muster. </span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">But this time she was alone. Alone and totally sick with fright and shame. This was what happened when you get a friend to help you with something you should do yourself! As she had feared, the inspecting officer was Rosanne, so friendly yesterday and last night, but so implacable this morning as the light shone full on the one prisoner in the parade.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rosanne must have seen at a glance just how unprepared Lisa was but she made a show of looking her up and down as if subjecting her to a minute medical examination. Finally she spoke in her "official" voice. "You were told this would be a strict inspection and you turn up a disgrace. Your feet are filthy - filthy! As for your head, you could strike a match on that stubble! I may do so just to show you!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lisa bowed her head, ashamed and wretched. She just could not stop her trembling which was beginning to verge on the convulsive. Then Rosanne's voice changed "Thank Heaven we have time to get you properly cleaned and shaved before the Governor sees you! We'd best hurry!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lisa's voice shook as she was marched to the dreaded Solitary Wing. "What about my caning Ma'am? If ever anyone deserved one it's me today!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"You'll get more than enough pain when they flog you later on. Let's just say you owe me!&nbsp; I'll collect in time. You haven't got away with anything - just a reprieve!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Thank you so much, Ma'am. I was so scared this morning - not of a caning and a flogging - I know by now I can take them OK - but all the other things." The "Other thing" that had reduced this usually confident and brave young person to a near wreck was getting nearer. It was the Solitary Block with all its terrible memories.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I know! I hope you will believe me when I swear to you I had no hand in today's devilry. When I gave you that letter I had no idea what was in it. Not until I got to my quarters and read my own instructions."</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I would never doubt your word Ma'am."</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">They reached the Solitary Building and Rosanne unlocked the outer door. Soon Lisa was back in the underground reception chamber and the shaking that had impeded her attempt to shave earlier, became uncontrollable in this place of ghastly memories. Rosanne got her into a chair and put both arms round her, soothing her as one might a frightened animal or a child.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I know. This brings it all back. That's why the bastards sent you down here. You took it so bravely for two years and never cracked up, but they still want to break you. But you won't be broken - will you,&nbsp; my brave and lovely Lisa? Try to pull yourself together! It's only for a short time! Then we go up into the fresh air and you won't be coming back down here - ever!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Until next month's flogging!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I said never, Lisa. You won't be going through all this again. That is a promise! It took me by surprise this time but next time I'll refuse to go along with it and I have a certain - shall I say - influence with my colleagues. Let's see how the Justice Ministry like it when they have a strike on their hands!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lisa smiled and started to feel better. &#8220;I hate to think what that might lead to. I'm OK now, Ma'am. And if they want to bring me here before the rest of my floggings, that's OK. The panic's gone. I think I can wash and shave myself now. The shaking's quite over."</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lisa soon did a perfect job of shaving her head and cleaning her feet. Having dried herself off and removed all traces of soap she came back to the chair, bent over across the seat, presenting her buttocks to the astonished Rosanne.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I'll pay my debt now, Ma'am while there's still no interest on it! Forty two I think! Don't be afraid to lay them on properly. I'm a strong girl these days! Then let the fun commence. I hope they all enjoy it as much as I will!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"As you wish, Lisa! And it's a relief to see you your old self again!" said Rosanne raising the cane that she had still in her hand.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lisa managed not to cry out through the worst chastisement of her life to date, but she was groaning as the last few hit her right across the tops of her thighs. Rosanne was a perfectionist and Lisa was spared nothing.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Then they secured her hands behind her and put her feet in chains. Apart from the cold touch of metal to her skin it was not what she had expected. It was time by now to make the long journey up the many stairs to the ground.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">She felt foolish and degraded as she shuffled along, her chain clinking rhythmically, past the line of other prisoners. Most were silent as she walked awkwardly past them, her shaven head obediently bowed. With her hands secured behind her she had no choice but to keep her eyes on the ground so this part of her ritual humiliation lost a bit of its sting. Although most of the watching prisoners were silent, a few muttered words of encouragement and she sensed an atmosphere of sympathy. There were a few gasps as the women saw how terribly she had been caned and a bit of angry muttering. They all knew, by this time, how much more she had to endure before the day was over and most of them were willing her to come through. But she knew all this sympathy would evaporate if she failed to be brave. She would be very glad of that piece of wood to bite on as the screams rose within her and she struggled to keep them down!</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Her brother George had been caned a few times and once in front of the whole school. He had told her about this, after he had left and gone to college. It still haunted him, he had said in a moment of self-revelation to his little sister. Lisa wondered if this was going to haunt her!&nbsp; On the whole she thought not. Compared to other things she had been through, this was not the worst. And she'd have a lot to tell George when she got home! She was the one who would have all the adventures to regale her incredulous friends and family with!&nbsp; Because that was how she still saw this three years - an adventure, and one which had taught her a lot,&nbsp; not least about herself.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">She saw her three tormentors and knelt before the first of them. She did not know the woman, a fifty year old native of the country who spoke no English. She contented herself by uttering their word for "Thank you" - one of the half dozen words she had ever needed to know - in a clear voice which carried to all listeners. The next was 10343 and she said thank you in English, since this woman, who would be under her control later in the day, was American or perhaps Canadian. To the last, Sandra, she said in the same clear voice "Thank you Sandra for flogging the girl who got you into trouble." and in a lower voice meant for Sandra's ears alone but overheard by Hatchet-Face/Rosanne "For God's sake, give it all you've got. Don't get into trouble on my account!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">10343 heard this and sneered. Rosanne saw her expression and vowed to get the bitch banged up in solitary if it was the last thing she did.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Funnily enough, it was less humiliating to kneel before her three floggers that she had expected. They were three people in temporary authority, given strict instructions to hurt her as much as they could, and that was that. It was going down on her knees and getting up again that was the problem and she concentrated hard on doing it properly and not staggering and falling. Then she was helped onto the platform, her hands freed, the chain removed so that she could be tied up for her flogging. </span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lisa wondered why they were not offering her the piece of wood and Rosanne must have read her thoughts. </span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"You turned it down last time, Lisa. That decision can't be revoked. Sorry! But it really doesn't matter! Other women might need it, but you don't need to bite on a piece of wood to stop yourself screaming! You've got all you need to keep quiet stored up in that great heart of yours!" And so it turned out, although there were moments when she almost cracked.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">After it was over they did not chain her up again and the kneeling and saying "thank you" were that much easier. To 10343 she said "Thank you for flogging me" To Sandra she said "Thank you and well done" and to the third she merely said 'thank you' but in English this time.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Then she joined the others in the field and, despite hunger, thirst and a body which ached and throbbed all over and was crying out for rest, she organised the three pairs of women to get the field properly raked into a semblance of a level playing field, showing herself to be every inch the working foreman and refusing to take advantage of her new authority to rest her tortured body until the siren announced that another day had ended.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Even the hate-filled and embittered 10343 had to admit that Lisa was both brave and strong, but she felt sure she would beat her in a few days time. She was taller than Lisa, although she only had to stoop to appear the same size and a wear a blonde wig to make herself resemble her - especially if the photograph was a poor one!</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">*************************************************</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"How's it feel darling?"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Samantha was dabbing away at Lisa's back with a lint cloth dipped in saline solution. She had already applied soothing ointment to the bruised buttocks. One of the three prisoners who had been given the job of beating her was her future opponent, the mysterious 10343. This woman certainly had got in for Lisa. She had preceded every stroke with comments like "Take that you skinhead dyke"&nbsp; and "try this one for size you butch freak", and she was careful not to use the flat side of the strap. Fortunately she lacked Rosanne's strength and Samantha was relieved to see that the cuts she had inflicted were not deep, though her friend's back certainly was a mess at present.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"It feels great, my love. Just keep on like that for about ten minutes and then I think I must resume training before lights out!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Your second says you must take a rest for a couple of days. The fight is in a week and you're already more than good enough to take her out. That's the word of Rosanne! I wonder when your second fight will be and with whom? You'll have to give what's left of 10343 a rematch if she wants it of course. There! I think I've done all I can. Time to let the air get to it and Mother Nature will do the rest! You get plenty of air on your skin all day and every day so that's the rest of your treatment taken care of!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">The couple lay together in silence. The door was shut and Rosanne had promised they would not be disturbed all night! But Lisa was just too tired to do other than lie close&nbsp; and just be aware of the warm body of her dearest friend, the thought of whom had done so much to get her through those hellish two years. Her back hurt too much for passionate embraces and she was on the verge of sleep. She saw how silly was her idea of any more training for a while. It was Samantha who broke the silence.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I thought you were wonderful today! And so did all the women and most of the guards. You were the one that walked tall today even if you were shackled and forced to keep your eyes to the ground. There's such dignity about you. And when you thanked them all before and after you could see how ashamed they were, except 10343 of course. It really made that bitch's day! I wonder what it is with her. That's one thing about being in the dorm, you do get to hear more. But this is better! Just the two of us -&nbsp; like it's always going to be!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lisa managed to give her partner a kiss before drifting off.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">**************************************</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I think you'd better leave well alone, Giles."</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Giles Potts was making his latest visit to Lisa to ask how she was being treated. It was five days after Lisa's flogging and the signs of it and the caning that had preceded it had by no means faded. She had seen more than anger in his face as saw the damage. This man was beginning to get personally involved.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I don't understand. After what they did to you, I should have thought you needed all the help you can get."</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I couldn't agree more! I'll never get through the next seven and a half months on my own. But it's my friends here who will help me to get through. That and a friendly guard who has already shown she's on my side. That last was in strict confidence by the way - very very very off the record!&nbsp; But I have a hunch your coming to see me so often is just putting their backs up and my back is paying for it. So tell them you are dropping my case now I'm out of solitary and being allowed to write home once a week. Say you'd like to make a purely routine visit now and again - maybe every two months and be quick to drop the idea if you get the impression they don't even like that. I'm sure it will be easier for me that way. I'm sorry, because I really like seeing you for our weekly chats. You're a great fellow to talk to!&nbsp; And wish me luck for later on!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Later on" was her fight with 10343, which had been scheduled for midday, some two hours after Potts should have left. She wanted him to stay and watch but he was reluctant. </span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Potts called in to the Governor's office and did as Lisa requested. The relief in that gentleman's face was palpable.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I may be asked by my chief to make the occasional visit, but this case is no longer so important to us."</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Of course, Mr Potts. We will see you in a month or two. I think three short chats with her between now and her release would be appropriate. She is to help entertain the prisoners later on and at the same time settle a difference with a fellow prisoner, after which I hope the two will kiss and make up as you say in your country! Would you care to delay your departure and see her in action?"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I think not. Lisa asked me to and I said I would not." he hesitated and went on. "It seemed important to her though. Maybe I will surprise her as a last gesture before we take her case off our books!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Looking up and out of the window,&nbsp; Mr Potts had a shock as he saw a group of prisoners, one of whom he recognised. How had Gloria West ended up here? She certainly looked none too pleased about it! Her face was full of the vicious rage and general malice towards all&nbsp; which had apparently been her hallmark for her entire twenty five years in this world. He shook his head in mournful frustration. She being locked up here meant yet another avenue blocked off in his never ending fight to free Lisa, whom he had come to love as well as respect. But at least the real thief was herself in prison. There was some justice in this corrupt country, after all.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Should he tell the Governor? It seemed the logical thing. Then one or two fresh pieces of the jigsaw fell into place and he saw the danger of saying anything. He only hoped his interest in the unpleasant American thief, blackmailer and general evildoer had not been spotted! </span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Two hours later he was sitting next to the governor and other members of staff in a front row seat as Lisa,&nbsp; naked and shaven headed, but still lovelier than all the rest of the women in the world put together, climbed through the ropes into the improvised ring,&nbsp; together with an awe inspiringly grim faced lady -not one you would want to meet on a dark night - who was apparently her second. He almost fell off his seat when the poisonous Gloria turned out to be her opponent.</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Oh, Lisa! Lisa my love! Knock that bitch into the beginning of next year, never mind next week! Kill the rotten cow. Kill her!" was his silent thought. He could hardly bear to watch, but at the same time he would not be able to tear his eyes away throughout a long and bloody contest until it was all over and the loser had been carried out, still limp and senseless,&nbsp; minutes after hitting the floor!</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Lisa saw him and smiled happily. So he had changed his mind! She was so glad! But why was he looking so venomously at 10343? And then something, maybe her woman's intuition,&nbsp; told her all she needed to know!</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">***************************************</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"I agree, Potts. We must sit on this one; and very firmly. What a crying shame the poor girl has to serve every last undeserved second of that rotten sentence!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Indeed, Sir. It is plain I have done all I can, and maybe too much. Might I suggest that it's about time I had a posting? That would be&nbsp; a sure-fire way of making them think we'd truly lost interest!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Right you are Potts. I'll be sorry to see you go, and so will Lisa!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Lisa will be fine, Sir. At this moment she is probably on top of the world! This afternoon, shortly after my last interview with the well meaning but spineless governor, I watched Lisa publicly fight Gloria to settle a quarrel that had somehow arisen between them. And I had the supreme pleasure of seeing the splendid Lisa, with great skill and thoroughness, make that bitch wish she had never been born. She knows the truth, Sir. God knows how she guessed it, but she knows who landed her in this mess,&nbsp; and she took that evil morally deformed woman apart bit by bit and left the pieces scattered all over the ring - figuratively! I may hate the idea of women fighting each other, but this was one such fight I wouldn't have wanted to miss and I'll relish the memory for as long as I live!"</span><br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> </big><br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>02 - Lisa is Punished</title> <meta name="author" content="Harry"> </head> <body style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" link="#000099" vlink="#990099" alink="#000099"> <big style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">&nbsp;LISA'S STORY 01 - LISA IS PUNISHED</big><br style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"Who started this" shouted a purple faced warder.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Unfortunately, Lisa's father had not had anything to say about prison codes of honour, so when it came to answering this question, Lisa was on her own, without parental wisdom to guide her. And the silly girl spoke the truth, which is a commodity always best doled out in small measures!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"She did, Ma'am. She kept pushing me and then she punched me!" </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"Well! You sure got the worst of it. But you'll be Ok. Go and get cleaned up! No need to report sick. And I believe your story!" She seized the other woman, saying, " Come along, you! Back to solitary. Some women never learn! Let's see how you like it this time!"</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">This was when Lisa saw that her attacker was barefoot. If only she had known that this fracas was going to cost the girl twenty four weeks in solitary, she would have kept her mouth shut. She saw, now, that this was what she ought to have done in any case. At school what she had just done was called sneaking and would result in the guilty party being stripped and made to run a gauntlet of wet towels, having her body flicked until it was raw. She had no doubt that some colourful bit of prison chastisement would come her way after today's offence. At the very least, her name would be mud from now on. The worst part, though, was being so ashamed of herself.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">That night Lisa was ostracised&nbsp; in the dormitory and the remorseful, distraught girl felt that she would be willing to do anything to redeem herself in the eyes of the others. Samantha was sympathetic, but reproachful.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"If the two of you had refused to answer, they would most likely have taken no action against either of you. The most you'd both have got would have been a few extra duties and maybe a bit of a caning on that delicious and womanly bottom. But Sandra is a tough girl. She will get through it and we'll have a topless girl on the block! She's got pretty good tits, really, so she won't mind showing them off!"</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">At work next day, Lisa was attacked again, this time by two girls, who shoved her from behind and called her a filthy little snitch. She was soon engaged in another fight. She fought pretty well,&nbsp; as she brushed off a punch to the eye by replying in kind, knocking the girl down and having just the other woman to deal with while the first slunk off. Neither of these two was as big as Sandra. But she was slightly shaken and bruised by the time they were separated. This time saw exactly what she must do to restore her standing with the others, to say nothing of her own self-esteem. This was her chance!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"Who started this!" said the same warder, looking at Lisa angrily. Fighting was getting to be a habit with this newcomer, who had looked to be relishing the encounter, even if she was getting thumped again. This was a just observation. Lisa was getting to like fighting back and had determined that she would not always be the loser! Her brother had often told her of the scraps he had been in and she had regretted being a girl at times. Now she was finding that she could be a girl AND get into fights. It was quite fun, despite her black eye from today and cut lip from yesterday!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"I did, Ma'am." said Lisa. "And I further admit to having started it yesterday. I was afraid of getting into trouble on my first day and I'm very sorry!" </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Hell!, she thought. In eight weeks she would be back with her cell-mates and no longer a pariah. It would be two months in solitary very well spent. Despite this, Lisa had a distinctly queasy feeling in her stomach as she made her admission, but she was still pumped up with adrenalin after the fight. In any case,she knew she was doing the right thing - the only thing she could do. Nothing further happened that day, except that Lisa found herself suddenly very popular with the other girls.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"That was incredibly brave of you, Lisa." said Samantha. "I'd never have had the guts to do that!&nbsp; I just hope you know what you're letting yourself in ! I didn't tell you the half of it when I was talking about solitary yesterday. You'll find out soon enough, though!&nbsp; But you've saved Sandra twenty four weeks there and you'll only get eight and be barefoot for three years. She'll thank you for that when she comes back!&nbsp; I suppose you'd have soon enough got a spell in the cooler, though! Let's face it, Lisa, that fight would never have got so nasty if you'd not reacted like you did. You're quite a spitfire on the quiet!"</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Sandra was sitting on her bed when they all trooped back from the yard and the first thing she did was shake Lisa's hand and then kiss her.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"Thanks a million, Lisa. After my first stretch there I was sure I'd never last twenty four weeks. My nerve had completely gone and I'd just about given up hope when they came and let me out. It took a few hours because they needed the governor to operate the door and he was in town for a meeting. I'm sorry about starting that incident. If I'd known you'd hit me back, I'd never have touched you! You've got quite a punch for a young one!"</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"Nothing like yours Sandra!" said Lisa, rubbing her still swollen jaw. In the morning Lisa was ordered to accompany the guard. </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Samantha, Sandra and the others whispered various bits of encouragement. "Best of luck, Lisa. See you in eight weeks! It'll pass in no time and we'll all be thinking about you. Just do as they tell you and keep all the silly rules and you'll soon enough be out, and we'll all have great times together!"</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Samantha followed her to the door of the dormitory and added "Just remember, Lisa! No mattter how lonely you are you have plenty of friends up here thinking about you!"</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Within minutes Lisa was in the Governor's office. The charge sheet was read out to him and he took off his glasses and looked sternly at her.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"This is a very poor start, young lady. I see you are a person of apparently good character -at least before committing the offence which brought you here, but the rules of this prison are quite clear. As I see it, you are guilty of three discrete offences and I shall deal with them as though they had been committed over a period of time rather than all at once. Firstly you started a fight yesterday and then another one today. And we have the third offence of lying about yesterday's incident. Our system of punishments is very simple. You serve eight weeks in isolation for a first offence of this gravity. For a second offence you serve sixteen weeks, and not only that, but you must re-serve the first sentence. For the third offence you serve twenty four weeks and must first serve all previous time again."</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Lisa was quaking in her boots by this time. Her mind tried to work out just how long she would be immured in the dreaded solitary block, which none of the prisoners ever liked to be anywhere near - let alone in. Just what had her chivalrous and spurious admission of guilt got her? Eight plus sixteen plus eight.. her head was spinning and she gave up! It was a hell of a long time, that was for sure! Perhaps the governor would explain just how many weeks she was going to serve for&nbsp; offences she had not committed. She thought of retracting her confession, but decided she was in too deep and would only make matters worse by not going through with it now. She would sooner die than lose face with Samantha and Sandra and didn't imagine she could get out of this even if she did change her story. The governor was obviously one of these men whose minds run on rails. She was for it, and there was no point even thinking about getting out of it! &nbsp;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">She wished she had more idea about what to expect. She had seen a film once when a female prisoner was sent to "The Hole." It had been a rat-infested pit, awash with stagnant water. She guessed that this was the kind of spot she was to be thrown into to spend the next few months. As far as her total time in solitary was concerned, she had almost worked it out by now and it did nothing for her peace of mind. The governor confirmed her worst fears, but not quite.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"So the position is this. Your first offence of starting a brawl costs you eight weeks, your second of starting on two of your new comrades only hours after your first bit of aggression, sixteen, bringing your total to date to twenty four and you must serve the first eight weeks again. We are up to thirty two, already! This thirty two will be added to the twenty four for your third offence bringing your total time in solitary to fifty six weeks. I have also decided that you shall serve the sixteen weeks that your comrade would have served had you not owned up, although not the eight from her first sentence. That makes seventy two weeks in total. This will not be added to your sentence of three years, but you will lose all remission and serve the entirety of your sentence without any possibility of parole, which you would otherwise have been eligible for after only one year. Your punishment will date from the time the cell door closes on you! Do you accept that you are being fairly dealt with?"</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"Yes, Sir.I see the logic of what you say and I accept my punishment as being according to the rules. But are your calculations correct, Sir? By your reasoning I must serve the first thirty two weeks again before I can start the final tweny four weeks. That's sixty four plus twenty four and then Sandra's sixteen added on top.I am in for one hundred and four weeks, I think you will find!" </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">She had no idea how she was being so calmly matter-of-fact while talking herself into an even deeper hole than the one she was in already! She was to be buried for two years when two months was enough to drive some girls crazy, just because she had blurted out the truth when she ought to have been quiet and taken a caning.And here she was, facing the ordeal of her life, talking as if this were merely an academic exercise in simple mathematics!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The governor did a few quick calculations. This had never come up before since no prisoner had ever been sent to solitary three times as Lisa was, in effect,&nbsp; being. He looked at the rules and they were horribly clear. This was far worse than he had wanted to do to the girl. Even the seventy two weeks he had thought he was awarding seemed&nbsp; excessive the more he thought about it. He looked again at Rule 42. <span style="font-style: italic;">"All prisoners sentenced to a term of strict solitary confinement must first serve again all time previously served, excepting penalty weeks awarded, before commencement of their new sentence."</span> He nodded. One hundred and four weeks it was! She had hoped he might lop off a few weeks in appreciation of her doing his sums for him, but this was not her lucky day!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">&nbsp;Inwardly she was thinking that she had little choice but to do as she had, for someone else would spot the governor's error if she failed to point it out. Nevertherless she felt he was interpreting the rules in a very literal manner and missing the whole point, which was that her real offence&nbsp; was the one committed against the prisoner's code of honour. If the man had a gleam of common sense he would surely have seen that and given her the eight weeks that she knew herself to have richly merited and was not only willing but anxious to serve. But at the back of her mind was the realisation that she might be seen by the authorities to have been manipulating their rules to enforce the very real but&nbsp; quite illicit prisoner's code. She still thought it a bit thick, all the same. </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">But another bit of her father's wisdom came to mind. Once, her brother had bitterly complained to his parent about being unjustly caned at school.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"It's not fair, Dad!" the angry youth had moaned. Her father had scarcely bothered to drag himself from behind "The Times".</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"Life isn't fair, my boy. It's to learn that supremely important lesson that I'm sending you to that rather expensive school in the first place. Nice to be getting value for money at long last!"</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Lisa wondered what her loving father would think to know that his sweet little daughter was now learning just that lesson herself, and rather more painfully than brother George, firstly by being unjustly imprisoned and then, perhaps justly and perhaps not, slung into the cooler for two years! .&nbsp; She nearly laughed at the thought and there was almost a spring in her step. She had always envied boys for the adventurous lives they seemed to lead, and now she was having a great adventure of her own. Fear was the last thing in her mind as she was led away to serve her period of isolation. She had been framed for the robbery and was still incandescently angry about that, but she was not angry at her impending stretch in solitary, because she knew it was partly, possibly wholly, deserved. She was getting to put things right by paying for a genuine offence to which she had belatedly owned up, and this was the grown up thing to do. She was terrified but had no complaints and certainly no thought of resisting and having to be dragged screaming to her cell.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">They escorted her, quite convinced that she had made the most monumental misjudgment of all time but calmly happy that she had done the honourable thing, out of the prison building to a low block near the perimeter. The others watched her being marched off and were impressed by the way she held herself. None of them expected her to be away for more than eight weeks, plus maybe three or four for offences against the strict solitary rules. If they had known of the sheer horror that lay ahead of her, they would have admired her stoical bearing even more and did do when the truth finally became known to them.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">On going through the door to this block she saw that a steep flight of steps led down to a landing, maybe twenty feet below. One of the guards unlocked a heavy metal door and they went down three more twenty foot deep flights of stairs before coming to a chamber far underground. Here she was ordered to remove all clothing. She shivered as the air touched her skin. It was colder down here than upstairs and she heard a very faint humming, as of an air conditioning plant. Her clothes were folded up and put into a bag.&nbsp; Then the senior guard told her to get on a table and spread her legs. A disgusting examination of her orifices began.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"This is just a formality really, but we have to do it." said the senior of the two warders. "You'd be amazed at what we find stuffed up these little holes! No hard feelings, I hope!"</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">They shaved her head again, just as her lovely golden hair was beginning to grow back a little. She had looked quite boyish this last few days and Samantha said she liked it that way!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"It'll be lovely and long again by the time they let you out" said the guard with the razor.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Then the same lady, in a formal voice from which all friendliness had disappeared, read out the terms of her confinement.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"Lisa Sara Griffiths, imprisoned for three years for theft from a hotel, You have been awarded a total of eighty four weeks strictly supervised solitary confinement for fighting and lying and a further sixteen weeks on account of your contemptible attempt to have another prisoner punished for an offence you committed. You will be kept in a small unfurnished cell. There will be a hole in the floor for use both as a toilet and a receptacle for waste. In view of the length of time you are to be here, you will not be on reduced rations. You will be fed twice daily, once at five in the morning and once at nine at night, the food being passed to you through a grille. You must remain quite upright for the whole time between these two meals. You willl not at any time commit acts of bodily pollution. You will not use the walls of the cell for support. You will maintain the cell in a clean condition at all times. Failure to do so will result in extra time served, a week for each offence. Once every two weeks, with the evning meal toiletries will be slipped through the grille and you must return non-disposables in the morning, taking care not to leave nail clippings or other materials on the floor. You will consume your meals and place the receptacle on the shelf inside the door within three minutes of its being pushed through the grill. You will never speak or attempt to speak to anyone for the whole time you are in isolation. You will never touch the door except to take and return your meal and receptacles. You must be fully awake and on your feet when your breakfast is delivered. You must have moved your bowels between getting up and having your morning meal or wait until evening. Failure to be on your feet and ready to receive breakfast will result in one extra week for each offence. You will be completely naked for the whole time you are in solitary confinement. No matter how ill you may be, you will receive no medical treatment and there are no - repeat no - exceptions to this rule. The temperature in your cell will be sixteen degrees for the first week, reducing to ten over a period of one month. The cell is automatically hosed down every ten days. The door will be time-locked and cannot be opened by anyone, except the governor, until your time is up. And he will never open the door for you. Never! This is your last chance to speak. Have you any questions?"</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">She shook her head, horrified at the way she about to be virtually buried alive for two years, and was reprimanded for not answering properly. She guessed she had already copped an extra week before she was even safely locked away!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"I have no questions, Ma'am. My punishment is stern but just and according to rules I was aware of when I committed my offences. I will take my punishment bravely and obey all the rules and willingly take further punishnments if I fail in any way to be a good prisoner. And I'd like to walk unaided into my cell. You won't need to force me!" And so she spoke for the last time in more than two long years.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The&nbsp; hatchet faced guard almost smiled at her quiet bravery. She would have ample opportunity over the coming two years to see via CCTV&nbsp; if Lisa made good her resolve. She had a shrewd idea that she would. She had not seen the incidents for which Lisa was being punished, but guessed there was more to it all that met the eye. Nice girls like her simply didn't didn't behave this badly on their first day. But her job was to make sure all the rules were obeyed and the slightest infringement would be penalised. If she as much as brushed the wall with any part of her body, it would be a week extra. And those walls were very close together! She sighed as she looked again at this tall but slender young woman with her delicate features and golden hair, still little more than a child. Well, she had better grow up - and fast!&nbsp; And then she looked again and saw that this she was growing up even as she looked at her.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Then Lisa followed Hatchet-Face to a small door in a corridor leading off from the main hall. The door was opened and she had the first sight of her cell, which was far tinier than she had imagined. She insinctively recoiled, but brought herself quickly under control and walked in, her head held high and her back straight. The guard had time for one last lustful look at that delectable puppy fat which she would only see on screen for the next two and a half years (Lisa was bound to earn herself many extra weeks, poor girl), and the door clanged to behind her. Lisa calculated that it was just after midday.&nbsp; Her meal would be in nine hours and she must stay on her feet all that time, despite having eaten very little for breakfast. Her stomach rumbled. She looked around. So this was to be home for two years - if not longer!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Her cell was certainly minute.&nbsp; She was frightened at the tiny space where she was to be trapped for so long and panic started to rise inside her, threatening to make her scream. As the horror of it began to sink in and her forced bravado in front of Hatchet-Face evaporated, she wanted nothing more than to howl and beat on the door, tearfully begging for mercy. But she knew this was useless. She was here for the next two years at least - probably quite a bit more - and must be brave and, above all, level headed through each and every day they kept her here. Only the strongest of people could survive this ordeal and that meant she must be strong. She looked around her cell again.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">&nbsp;It was longer than it was wide, being a doubtful six feet by a little less than four. She would just about be able to lie full length at night without touching the door or the rear wall. The ceiling was high and out of her reach. The walls were smooth, as was the floor, which felt icy cold against her bare and rather tender soles. There was a light, set high up in the ceiling, not enough to read comfortably by, but sufficient to let her see every detail of her cell. In the corner was a hole, into which she supposed she must deposit her bodily wastes. She recalled the injunction to keep her cell tidy at all times. That could only mean not pissing and shitting on the floor! There was no furniture of any kind, just the marble floor, the white ceramic tiled walls and the door at one end. But at least it was clean and she had every intention of keeping it that way!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">By the time her evening meal arrived she was faint from hunger and her legs were on fire with pain from being so long on her feet. She had spent a lot of the time pacing up and down the all too short length of her cell. Once, near the end of this first day, she stumbled and only saved herself by steadying herself against the wall. Somehow, she just knew they had spotted this! So she already had two extra weeks here and her first day was not yet over. The evening meal consisted of one pint of water and three thick slices of brown bread, together with a miserably tiny apple. She ate it it quickly and the grille soon opened and the remains of the meal were whisked away. Noting some crumbs on the floor she knelt down and licked them up greedily.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Realising that she must on no account let her body go to seed in the long and lonely months ahead, she did fifty press-ups, feeling herself perspire for the first time in the hours she had been confined. There was a slight draught of cold air coming down from vents in the ceiling and she realised that the primitive cells she had read about in these third world countries and which she had envisaged being confined in when sent down here, might not be as bad as this high tech contraption. This cell was modern and sophisticated, but designed only to torture its occupant, mentally by its tiny size and physically by its cold discomfort. All through the night she kept waking. The floor was hard and her body was still soft. The air was uncomfortably cool. She wondered how she would take the gradual reduction to fifty degrees fahrenheit! Finally extreme tiredness triumphed over physical discomfort and she slept.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">It was fear that made her open her eyes and fear which made her leap to her feet. Had she overslept and got herself another penalty week to add to the two she had already earned? She squatted over the hole in the floor and performed her daily natural functions, noting with some relief, that she had not soiled the floor. Then she stood facing the door and waited for her morning meal, having absolutely no idea what the time was. The low lighting seemed to be quite constant and the only way of marking the passage of time would be the arrival of her two daily meals. In due course she hoped to build her daily routine around these two landmarks, but these were early days and she guessed, all too rightly as it turned out, that she would incur far more than the two extra penalty weeks already earned before she finally mastered the routine. But at least she would go home after three years, even if they were all spent in this tiny, cramped hole.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Luckily or unluckily for Lisa, she had woken up early, and it was three hours before her breakfast arrived. It consisted of two slices of bread, a pint of water and an orange. A single piece of toilet paper and a moist wipe accompanied the food. She wiped her bottom, put the soiled sheet in the hole and cleaned her fingers with the wipe. Then she ate very quickly. It was the orange which gave her most trouble. With only her recently clipped fingernails it took her a long time unpeeling it. She sucked out all the juice, ate all the flesh and put the peel in the steel receptacle. Sadly for her, she had missed one pip. She saw it later in the day, but it was not until evening that she was able to bend down and retrieve it. She put it in the hole in the floor. Had her carelessness been spotted, she asked herself. She was very sure that in these early days, she was being watched very closely. Only less than a day here and she had three weeks added on already! She repeated to herself time and time again that she could not afford any more mistakes. It was no fun up there in the main prison, but it was still vastly preferable to this. She clenched her fist, drew it back as far as she could and hit herself several hard blows in her naked stomach. She promised herself similar self punishment every time she caught herself slipping up. As the weeks went by it was to be the thought of Samantha to whom she had taken such an instant liking that kept her going and kept up her determination to get through this ordeal in time to spend at least some weeks and months with her before she was released and parted from her for ever.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">On the tenth evening she finished her meal, cut her toe and finger nails with the tiny scissors pushed through to her and set to doing her evening pushups and knee bends. She was quite unprepared for the douche of icy cold water that hit her! She looked up, shielding her face from the downpour and saw that water was running down all four walls and gurgling away down the hole in the floor. The flood stopped as suddenty as it had begun. By the time she came to sleep, the floor was still damp and she was shivering violently. For the first time she began to doubt her ability to survive and then she shook herself literally and figuratively. She was eighteen years old with all her health and strength and a lifetime ahead of her and would not let the setbacks of the past few weeks stop her having that life. She might have to wait three years, all of them in here, but she would get out and she would be a better person when it was all over.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">As she reached the end of her twelfth week in solitary Lisa was confident that she had made no mistakes for three weeks. At long last she could start to chip away at the remaining total and not pile up a longer and longer sentence by her silly mistakes. In her first week she had made one slip after another and added eight weeks to her incarceration in as many days. Four more weeks were added in the eight weeks that followed. Now&nbsp; she had been error free for three weeks and she knew that at last she was starting out on her sentence proper. She was totally punctilious now in obeying all the rules. Her legs were strong as iron and would easily support her weight for&nbsp; sixteen hours a day&nbsp; with none of the aching discomfort of her early weeks. Her upper body was in good shape too, thanks to her regime of exercise. The food had seemed totally inadequate in her first few days, but it did appear to be sustaining her. </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The prisoner was certainly not gaining weight, but she could look down in the pale light at her eighteen year old body and feel proud. She held her head high. The light shone directly down, throwing two shadows, cast by her breasts, onto the floor. Her trimly firm stomach was hidden in the shadow of her ribcage. She thought it would make a very artistic photo! </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The hatchet faced guard agreed. She was not being disappointed in her favourite prisoner!&nbsp; She chuckled happily at the thought of being able to feast her eyes on those juicy, firm tits and that heavenly bottom for two whole years!&nbsp; She particularly liked seing Lisa curled up on the floor as she slept and recouped her strength for the boring but tiring day ahead. She knew every curve of that delicious body by this time and she still liked to watch.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">It still caused the odd panic attack when Lisa thought how tiny a space she was in and how immensely far under ground she was, away from the sunlight and fresh air she had always loved so passionately. In the first weeks it had seemed that the walls were somehow closing in on her and she knew such terror as she had never known before. It had taken all her will power to stop herself banging on the door. It would not have helped and would have earned her more time here. God help a claustrophobe or any kind of weakling in this place, she thought - not for the first time. They would have no pity on such a person and no doubt many poor girls had been driven quite insane by being in here. As it was, Lisa had been driven to look inwards to find any sort of tolerable existence. Long before the end of her first four weeks she had counted all the tiles several times over. Six hundred and thirty was the total plus seven partial ones. For the rest of her days she would only have to close her eyes and see every vein in the marble floor.&nbsp; In happier times to come she would sometimes amuse herself&nbsp; by drawing a faithful likeness of the pattern on that cold and hard resting place for a body obliged to grow more used to discomfort each and every day. </span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">By this time the temperature was a steady fifty degrees fahrenheit. or ten degrees according to the local usage which she had difficulty getting used to! On this beginning of her thirteenth week she felt her body with the tips of her fingers and realised how the skin texture had altered since she had shed her clothes three months ago, becoming coarser and more leathery. Her hands had lost their softness long ago. She had scrubbed that floor and the tiled walls a dozen times already and would do so many many more times before she got out. Her posture also had changed with the loss of clothing and she held herself in a subtly different way, now that her hands had no pockets or other clothing to fiddle with. At first she had tried to hide parts of her body with her hands, but the temptation to cover her breasts and pubic area had quite gone and these three glories were fully exposed to the view of whatever minion was checking on her. Also she very deliberately kept her hands well away from her vagina. She had not quite understood what had been meant by "self-pollution" but guessed that she had better not scratch herself down there no matter how much it itched. Ditto her bumhole which got&nbsp; properly cleaned only every ten days and itched a lot for much of the time.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">It was the silence that got to her sometimes. Heaven only knew how thick the door must be, but she had never heard the slightest noise from outside. Sometimes her meal plate would make a slight rattle as it landed on the shelf, but the grille always opened silently. It was no longer a case of waiting for hours in the morning for it to open. She woke up regularly fifteen minutes before five. The evening meal still seemed to take its time arriving, though, as the days dragged out their tedious length and she waited for the chance to eat and lie down on a floor which she could only look at longingly for sixteen hours each day. Never was a soft and comfortable bed eyed as soulfully as a weary Lisa eyed that hard cold floor as the magic hour of nine approached!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">After her exercises and before going to sleep she would rub her legs, trying to massage the discomfort out of them. No doubt she would have developed varicose veins long before they let her out! So far, happily, they looked as sleek and healthy as ever. They were awfully hairy, though, although her body hair was all golden and downy soft. If only they would let her have one day in ten lying down! But the rules were very clear and she would avoid breaking any more of them - she hoped!</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">**************************************************</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>07 - NAKED LISA</title> <meta name="author" content="Harry"> </head> <body style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" link="#000099" vlink="#990099" alink="#000099"> <font size="+3"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: copperplate gothic bold;">07 - LISA IS NAKED</span></font><br> <br> <big style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Lisa Griffiths was in her one hundred and twentieth week of strict solitary confinement. After so long in this position she was finding it harder to get through the days and the effort of fighting down the horror was getting too much for her. Each day she woke up with a feeling of surprise that she should still be alive and in her right mind. Those first days of&nbsp; sheer horror might be two years in the past, but she continued to feel,&nbsp; each time her eyes opened to face yet another day of hopeless captivity, the despair of her first seconds after stepping into that tiny cell. Her days were still devoted to forcing her mind to enter another world and leave this claustrophobic hell behind her, but the effort was growing harder each day her ordeal came that bit nearer the end. At the back of her mind was a growing fear that her last few days of solitary might be the ones that consigned her mind to the horrors of incurable madness.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">&nbsp;She was expecting to be allowed out in three weeks time and was standing upright as ever in her cell, mentally working on the plot of her seventh novel and thinking it must be mid-day, when the door made a strange noise - the first time she had heard anything like it. To her surprise, it swung open and two guards became the first people Lisa has seen for two years and four months. And a smiling Hatchet-Face told her to come out.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I must have lost count somewhere along the line" said a delighted Lisa as she followed the guards into the reception hall where she had been stripped and shaved more than two years ago. "I thought I had three more weeks coming to me!" With a feeling of shame, she saw that she could not control her trembling - or her tears.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Your counting was correct, Lisa! But the Justice Department looked at your case and your excellent record and decided to take off a few weeks for good conduct. You will have the weeks given to you in some other form, so your punishment isn't quite over. But the worst of it is. You will not be locked up again. Please sit here in this chair!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Lisa obeyed. She was ecstatically happy to be out early and totally unbothered about any substitute punishment. Hatchet Face hurried off and returned with a pair of scissors, a bowl of hot water, soap and a razor. Soon her long golden hair which had grown down to her waist by now was lying all around her on the floor. Her head was shaved until it was utterly smooth.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Luckily for you, you have a well-shaped head!" said the guard, desperately forcing herself to keep her hands off this exquisite piece of womanhood. She had drooled over Lisa for one hundred and twenty weeks except for her annual leave and the week she had been sick. Now she had the warmth and musky feminine odour of her favourite inmate close enough to touch and smell. It was sheer Heaven!</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Lisa was told to sweep up and dispose of all the clippings and shorn tresses, finally bagging them up. She was then ordered to stand to attention, while the Guard told her about her continuing punishment now that she was finally an ex-solitary inmate.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"As you know, all solitary inmates continue to be punished by being barefoot for the remainder of their sentence. A woman serving a second term will lose her upper garments and be bare-breasted for the remainder of her imprisonment. You are the first woman to be awarded three terms and in addition you served another woman's second term. This means that you will remain naked for the remaining months of your sentence. In addition, you will keep your head permanently shaven and any sign of growth will be punished by six strokes of the cane to be administered to your bottom. So be careful to keep that scalp smooth in future" </span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">And if you don't I hope I'm the one who gets to cane you! was her unspoken thought! She pictured the sound of the whooshing cane and the sharp crack on those lovely cheeks and the red lines she was drawing on that soft skin and felt her loins throb and burn.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">&nbsp;"Further to this,&nbsp; on the first day of each month, until you are released, you will be publicly flogged on your back with a leather strap. The number of strokes will never be less than twenty and never more than sixty. The exact number will be decided at the time and you will know the number the previous night." </span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">************************************************</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">&nbsp;Samantha, working in the field near the solitary building, was the first to see Lisa emerge. She was not surprised that her much missed and eagerly awaited friend&nbsp; was nude, although she had hoped that they would at least allow her to wear briefs. What truly shocked her was Lisa's shaven head. No one else had been shaved after being freed from the punishment cells. She looked at her supervisor, who nodded, and ran over to Lisa. She stopped short of touching her, but Hatchet - Face smiled for a change.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Have a good hug, you two! Then get back to work, Samantha. Then we get Lisa over to the infirmary for a check-up. If she's OK we'll have you both working side by side before the day ends!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Lisa put both arms round Samantha and kissed her on the lips, drawing back straight away as she wondered if this might not be to the liking of her escort. But Hatchet - Face was smiling tolerantly and Samantha&#8217;s eyes were shut in ecstasy, so she kissed her again and two tongues rubbed against each other. Then the guard coughed and the tender reunion was over.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">The prison doctor gave her a very thorough examination. As a healer, she hated to think of people like Lisa being sick and untreated in that hellish place and&nbsp; was determined to ensure any damage done to her was put right as soon as possible. But this girl was incredibly fit! She asked her several questions and again was pleasantly surprised to see that her mental processes seemed to have escaped the degenerative effects of prolonged solitude. He finally returned her to Hatchet - Face's care.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Here she is, Rosanne! Fit as a fiddle and ready to get her substitute punishment at any time you see fit!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">&nbsp;Lisa was then taken to see the Governor. He looked a great deal more embarrassed than she felt! This was the first time she had been naked in the actual presence of a man, but she knew she had been visible both to Menendes and, just over a year earlier, her own father, so this was really nothing new. She stood with her arms at her side, making no attempt to hide her private parts. Because they had only shaved her head and she stood straight as ever&nbsp; he couldn't see much of her womanhood although Lisa was amused to see his eyes wander down to her generous blonde bush only to jerk guiltily back a number of times!</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Congratulations on completing your confinement successfully. I expect you have been told that your final three weeks are to be replaced with another punishment which you may chose to receive at any time in the next three weeks. You will receive twenty one strokes of a leather strap on your back - one for each day's solitary remitted. Or you may choose to go back and serve the final three weeks. And never fear! Twenty one days is all you'd get."</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I'll take the flogging, Sir! I don't know that I could face that cell so soon after getting out! Not now that I've smelt fresh air again after so long. And I don't choose to wait. There's no time like the present!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Very well! I should have mentioned that the flogging will be witnessed by all inmates and staff. You may remain in my ante-room until we get things ready for you. Maybe half an hour" he looked at Rosanne, or Hatchet-face as Lisa still thought of her! She nodded. "So! Thirty minutes it is. I hope you show the same courage as you have during the last one hundred and twenty weeks! I'm sure you will. You will find plenty of reading material to amuse yourself with while you wait!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">She went into the other room, picked up an English newspaper and started to catch up on a world from which she had been excluded for so long, and sat in a comfortable chair. Soon she decided it was too comfortable and she got up and sat on the floor. Even the carpet felt unnaturally soft and she almost longed for the cool clean touch of polished marble against her skin! But only the marble - not the awful confining walls. The Governor was as good as his word and in thirty minutes she was marched between two escorts to a wooden construction on the opposite side of the prison enclosure to the solitary block. They secured both arms and legs and she was spread out like a St Andrew's cross.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Rosanne had been given the unpleasant task of whipping her and she whispered some encouragement before laying on the strokes with great force and at five second intervals.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Don't worry! This won't break the skin and even if it does the cuts will be very superficial. There'll be no permanent marks, I promise. But it will hurt, because I am a strong woman and I hold nothing back, so you'll need to be brave!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Hatchet-Face was right about it hurting! Lisa had never been hit by anyone until getting punched bloody by Sandra and that hadn't hurt at all at the time, the excitement of the novel experience of fighting being her only sensation. But this relentless strapping was hellish! She quickly regretted refusing the piece of wood to bite on! This useful aid to bearing pain had been used before and was covered with deep tooth marks left by generations of agonised defaulters. She had grimaced with disgust and politely declined the offer! She knew she would gratefully accept it for her eight remaining floggings!</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Rosanne was good at her job and kept her promise to leave no deep cuts, hitting her ferociously hard but always with the flat of the strap. When it was all over, her back was red all over but there were no more than a few trickles of blood from abrasions which would heal in just a few days. Then the shaven headed twenty year old was released and taken back to the doctor.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I see you chose not to go back to the cell, then!" said the doctor cheerfully. "I don't blame you. After a taste of freedom those last days might have been very damaging. Now let's examine today's damage!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">She washed the blood away with some lint dipped in antiseptic. She flinched but made no sound and he apologised.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Don't be sorry, doctor. It hurt a lot less than the strapping!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">She was told there was no need for a dressing. Not that one would have been allowed, as it would have meant she was no longer naked. Thanking the doctor, she was led away and soon found herself hoeing the rocky soil of the prison gardens side by side with a delighted Samantha. The two worked hard until the day's work was over but had plenty of time to talk and the rest of the afternoon went by very quickly, as would the remaining months of her imprisonment.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Remember that day when you asked why some women were barefoot" asked Samantha.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Yes! I said it must be very uncomfortable stepping on these razor sharp stones. Take my word, Sammy - it is! But I've eight months to get used to it!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">For three weeks Lisa shaved her head every morning, getting Samantha to feel it and ensure no bristle was left before they all lined up for the morning inspection, standing outside their hut in all weathers. It was wet and windy at this time and sheets of rain were driven across the grim yard as the guards, dry under their capes walked up and down the line of cold inmates, Lisa being the coldest and Sandra, now on the mend mentally, the second coldest.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">The day Lisa didn't shave to the satisfaction of the inspecting officer was particularly stormy with the wind howling across the prison buildings and the rain forming puddles inches deep. Both Samantha and Lisa overslept by few minutes. If they had gone to sleep at lights out, all would have been well, but they had talked into the small hours as well as kissed, innocently enough at first, but very passionately after a while and it got more steamy as the hours ticked by! Finally Sandra hissed at the pair not to be such bloody fools and get some sleep.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"You'll need all your strength for tomorrow - you're both working outside all day and it's not easy, I can tell you in this weather - or had you forgotten in your mad lust for each others' young and nubile bodies! And don't be selfish Lisa. Sam can't afford to get into trouble. She needs all the good conduct marks she can get!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">This shamed Lisa into getting into her own bed and letting Samantha get to sleep, but she found it hard to get off. Some of the effects of her long incarceration were beginning to make a belated appearance after she had successfully kept the horror of her predicament at bay for so long. Night-time was not happy for her these days. When she did wake up both she and Samantha were behind the rest in the race to be ready.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I'll shave myself, Sammy without your help! Don't get yourself in trouble! I'll be fine and it's so dark and stormy they'll not check me that thoroughly!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Lisa might not need to dress, unlike the rest. But she always took a long time shaving and it was never without thoroughly going all over that naked head that she felt confident enough to face scrutiny. She felt a bit of bristle, but had no time to go over that patch again so she hurried out and took her place in line with only seconds to spare.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">As luck would have it, the inspecting officer was Hatchet-Face, a woman who was thoroughness personified. It would take more than a drop of rain to make her skimp&nbsp; on her duties! The isolation cells were empty at present, and the whole complex locked up and deserted, so she was on normal duties for the time being until some foolish woman stepped out of line, which might not be for a long while. Since Lisa had come out and the signs of what could happen to seriously misbehaving inmates were there for all to see, there had been an amazing falling off in acts of indiscipline. No one wanted to end up like her, naked, bald and facing a monthly public flogging!</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Lisa cursed under her breath as the woman made her way steadily along the line of women, taking her time to inspect each one and ordering the odd one here and there to be placed on report. She was getting colder and colder and wetter and wetter and only wanted to start working and getting some warmth into her body. And she knew that her scalp was not one-hundred percent shiny. In fact it was not shiny at all, and several tiny golden hairs could be seen. And the bitch had a flashlight with her!</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Finally she got to Lisa and shone the torch onto her head. Lisa felt herself going red in the face. She prided herself on her own thoroughness and knew that her romantic session last night had caused her to fall below her own high standards this morning. Six of the best were soon to be marking her bum, and there was no escape for her - not from this hawk-eyed cow!</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Well, Lisa! We have been careless today. What happened? Couldn't we sleep?"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">This was her chance perhaps to avoid a caning. But she refused to plead and make excuses.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I stayed awake too long, Ma'am. It won't happen again I hope. I promise to try and do better in future."</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Are you trying to get out of your caning?"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Oh, no Ma'am. That's not what I meant! Surely you know by this time that I'm not afraid to take my punishment!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Very well! I award six strokes in accordance with your tariff as an ex-solitary inmate and eighteen for talking back. Do you want to appear formally before the governor or take my punishment now?"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Take your punishment now, Ma'am."</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Since Lisa had been at the end of the line, she was told to walk over to the trestle which was always outside the girls' hut and from which many a brisk crack of wood on skin could be heard from time to time!</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">She bent over it so that she was almost doubled up. Lisa hoped that they would not tie her hands and feet as was the usual practice. She wouldn't move under her caning and the delay was making her colder and colder. Her head ached terribly as the rain and wind battered its shaven nakedness. She might have had a not too close shave, but it still felt bloody cold! She recollected how eating an ice cream too quickly had caused her similar pain in the past, but that had always faded soon enough. But this pain would last all day until she got indoors again!</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Of course, the pettifogging Hatchet-face had to secure her! And she had to read out her pompous bit of ceremonial before setting to work on her!</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Lisa Griffiths, imprisoned for theft and ex-solitary inmate, you have violated the terms of your continuing punishment by having a perceptible growth of hair on your scalp. For this you will receive the statutory six strokes of a rattan cane upon the buttocks. For failing to address me with what I feel to be the respect due to me and, I suspect, trying to wriggle out of your caning, I award a further eighteen strokes. Do you have anything to say?"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Yes, Ma'am. I was not trying to get out of my caning. I'm not scared of a bit of pain. And I repeat that you ought to know me better than to think so badly of me! And now, for God's sake get it over with. I'm perished!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"You're lucky I don't give you eighteen more on top of the eighteen I've already awarded. But, as you say, you've proved many times that you're no coward and I'm sorry to have said you were! Are we happy now?"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Yes, thanks Ma'am!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">And then the swishing started. Each time the cane struck her cheeks, sprays of water were thrown up. As it proceeded she wondered whether the wet was a bad thing after all. She was pretty sure that it was making for a decidedly less painful time than it would be if the weather were dry. In any case, the throbbing in&nbsp; her buttocks eased within the first hour and she was hardly aware of it for the rest of the day as she and Samantha toiled away in the open, drenched with rain and buffeted by the wind the whole time.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">They had just unloaded twenty heavy crates from a truck and were waiting for further instructions when the first chance came for the two friends to talk.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Does it hurt, Lisa?"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"A bit. I think the rain helped. When I get caned again and if it's a dry day, I'll be able to make a comparison. It's a big day for me, Sammy! My brother got lots of canings at his school but Dad wouldn't hear of me going to a place that used any form of corporal punishment. It was interesting to experience what George did. Mind you, I bet he never got twenty four all at the same time! The wimp never got more than six! Wait until I tell him! Won't he be jealous!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"You might joke, Lisa, but it didn't sound too funny to me! I should have helped you shave. I wish you'd let me! You know how I love helping you!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"You mustn't risk losing any points, Sammy. Sandra was right last night. I was selfish and I'm glad it was me and not you who got it! I get out in August whatever happens. I spoke to a nice man from our Embassy, called Potts. He says it's guaranteed and my ticket's booked! But you could lose loads of remission if you aren't careful. I can't let that happen to you, my darling. If you ever get in trouble, I'll always try to take the blame. I promise!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"You're such a friend Lisa. I never had a really good friend before. It's been a very bad life for me up until I met you. I'll maybe tell you about it one day. But not now. It hurts to talk about it, even to you my love!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Then a guard came up and told them to carry the cases over to an open store. Each case was heavy and needed both of them to carry it. By the time they had finished it was time to go inside for lunch.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I wonder what was in those cases?" mused Samantha as they sat side by side at the same table and ate. Lisa made sure she was close enough to be in constant contact. it was so wonderful to feel another body against her after two years of utter loneliness!</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Most likely nothing but rocks, Sammy. I don't think they're anything useful. Just a way of making us sweat! Certainly it can't be anything perishable or delicate - not if it stays out in the open in this weather!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I was sweating and that's for sure. I bet I smell!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Lisa leant sideways and sniffed her friend's armpit. </span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Yes, you do. But a nice smell! The nicest! Sammy?"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"What, Lisa?"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Come and visit me in Wales when you get out. In fact, come and live with me. I've got loads of money, you know. My grandfather left me a fortune in trust and I get to get my sticky little paws on it the minute I get home! Come and live with me. I'll start looking around for a cottage in the middle of nowhere - or a house in town if you prefer to live in a city."</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"The country would be lovely. We both like the open air, don't we?"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Having thus settled their future they got to their feet, the break being over and followed the guard outside. Lisa gasped again as the rain hit her unprotected head. Soon that confounded pain was slicing through her again. Samantha saw she was in some discomfort.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"The bottom still hurts does it? I'll kiss it better later!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"My head hurts, darling Sammy. You've no idea what it's like being bald!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I get the same in this weather. But I suppose you get it worse, like you seem to get everything worse. It's only a week before your next public flogging. I'll be there after to kiss your back better. I wonder if the same bitch will do it?</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Most likely! There's nobody in solitary is there? We're all good girls these days. And when I am paraded before them to be whipped as an example of what can happen, they'll be even better behaved!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Why don't you go to the governor and ask him to let you off the beatings? He is quite a nice guy. I know he likes you."</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"It's not up to him, Sammy. The Justice Ministry revised the rules for ex solitary people to take my case into account. Bare feet for one offence, bare feet and topless for two, naked for three, and naked, shaven headed and regularly whipped for four. I don't think they've dreamt up a schedule for five. That sixteen extra weeks means I am considered to have served four terms. And to think my father had just about managed to get me off them and I told him not to."</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"You must feel really stupid not to have let him!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Not really. I wasn't having him dig me out of this one, Sammy. It's my life and my responsibility to take what comes. That twenty one were bearable and you yourself say they haven't left a mark. Mind you, Sammy, I'll take advantage of that bit of wood next time - I think. I nearly cried out a few times towards the end. In fact, if you'd been close enough you'd have heard a few squeals!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"They must have been very little squeals. None of us heard a thing! And you'd better not cry out ever in the next eight months! You've a reputation as a hard woman, Lisa! And I get a kick out of my best mate being so tough. You mustn't lose face over a bit of a beating!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">**********************************</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Three days later, a new inmate stood in Lisa's way as she went to get a drink of water after shovelling vast quantities of gravel. It had been the heaviest hard work since they let her out and she was sweating and very thirsty.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Nice tits, baldy! Nice bum too. Those assets are wasted on a butch cow like you!&nbsp; They should shove you back down below where you belong and can't corrupt innocent girls with your disgusting ways!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I'm sorry! May I please pass! I'm thirsty and we only have a short break. I don't want any trouble!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">The new arrival's response was to push Lisa and send her sprawling, causing her to cut her bare body on the gravel. She was furious at this and all the rage which had made her attack Sandra came back to her. But she knew she mustn't get sent back to solitary and be parted from Samantha again. She loved her too desperately for that. So she kept her cool. Hatchet-face/Rosanne came up and asked what was going on. Lisa chose her words carefully.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I just slipped and fell, Ma'am. But as I was falling I decided that it would be very nice to fight this girl and wipe that stupid smile permanently off her ugly face. But I would never do so without permission!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Hatchet-Face laughed uproariously.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Well, if I had been spoken to like that, I would certainly take up such a challenge" she said to the angry new girl. "I'll try and get a fight between you sanctioned by the Governor. It'll need to be a proper organised affair&nbsp; - no crude brawling. I'll try and arrange it before your flogging Lisa. You won't want to fight a big girl like her in a weakened state."</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">&nbsp;"I'd fight her straight after being cut down! I'm not scared of her or anyone!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Calm down, Lisa!" ordered Rosanne in a kindly voice. "We don't want to be going back down below, do we. Now! I think from what I saw that you are the injured party here and I'll let you choose your weapons"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"My fists, Ma'am. Maybe the odd kick!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Bare fists it is! And feet are allowed too. My, this should be fun! Not for you, maybe But I love to watch a good fight with loads of blood and cracked ribs. Don't let us down now, you two. And let's get back to work. This isn't a holiday camp!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Lisa downed her water thirstily and rejoined Samantha. Soon they were shovelling away side by side. </span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"You've got great shoulders, Lisa. All those exercises paid off in that hole! The way you've muscled up in these weeks is amazing! They won't recognise you when you go home. You're cut all over, Lisa. That looks bad, what happened!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">She had not seen the brief scuffle, having needed to visit the toilet at the time.</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I was pushed over and fell. I asked Rosanne if I could fight the other bitch and she's going to set it up. I expect it will be after work so everyone can come and watch us. Will you be my second, darling!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"Yes. If you like. But I think you need someone who knows about patching up cuts. I might not be all that good. Ask Rosanne. She likes you - and how! - and she'd know how to repair the damage between rounds and I bet there'll be lots! I'll watch and learn the ropes in case you get in any more fights, which you will, especially if you win! They'll be lining up to challenge you!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"I'm not looking for a career as a fighter, not just to entertain my fellow inmates and Rosanne! All I want is to show that cow she can't get away with bad mouthing me and shoving me around."</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">"That's what you say now, Lisa. But it may not be your choice. If you beat that girl and give them a good show, you'll have no choice. Get to work with that shovel, Lisa! Keep building up that muscle, 'cause you're going to need it!"</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <span style="font-family: times new roman;">Lisa flung a huge pile of gravel from the skip and Samantha started spreading it out over the square prison parade ground. It was not a warm day but the sweat was pouring off her already. She had little time to think about anything apart from keeping her rhythm going, but she was aware that her body was coping well with all this hard work, and she was enjoying every minute of it. She loved being out in the open, after those two terrible years. The fact that a high wall topped by barbed wire surrounded the compound mattered not a bit. It sure as hell beat that tiny cell! And she was being allowed to work with Samantha all the time! They were still the youngest inmates and the Governor had stipulated that they should be together as much as possible. If only that new girl had not ruined it all by forcing her into a fight she didn't want. And then it hit her! She did want that fight. And if they forced her to do it again, then so be it! In fact she hoped they did! She shovelled more furiously than ever and the veins in her arms started to show with all the effort. Samantha had to ask her to slow down at one point, because she couldn't keep up!</span><br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> <br style="font-family: times new roman;"> </big><br> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>04 - Is there Hope for Lisa?</title> <meta name="author" content="Harry"> </head> <body style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" link="#000099" vlink="#990099" alink="#000099"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">04 HOPE FOR LISA?</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Still no letter from Lisa, Dad?" </span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"No, son. Your mother is so worried. It's been over a year since she wrote to say she had started her sentence and since then, nothing. I've written to the prison and the Foreign Office and my MP and to everyone I can think of and it's a brick wall. I know that she's alive and in good health. That much they will tell me, but they button up their lips when I ask why she writes no letters. There must be a pile of them we've sent her!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">George, Lisa's elder brother, was enjoying his summer vacation. Although 'enjoy' was not a word that Lisa's family had used much in the fourteen months since her arrest and never in the thirteen months she had been in prison. None of them liked to think how it would have affected the slim and beautiful girl, who had always been the cosseted baby of the family, indulged by her mother and brother and doted on by her father. </span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Both Mr Griffiths and George had flown out to the Asian resort when Lisa had been arrested and had even been allowed to see her in her holding cell. They had been encouraged by her cheerfulness and flown home in the knowledge that she was coping very well and showing a lot of bravery.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"I'm going back there, Dad. I've got until October before I go back to College. I can't just sit around here while my little sister is going through God knows what horrors. They probably don't speak English in that gaol!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"I think she's in a wing for English speaking women, George. At least that's the impression I got. She was full of enthusiasm for a girl called Samantha. You remember - I showed you the letter."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">George remembered every word of Lisa's first and only letter. He called to mind one sentence in particular. 'I like her so much, Daddy! With her as a friend I really don't mind spending three years here - and maybe it'll be less. I think they are very good about paroles and good conduct remissions and you know what a good girl I am. Pity the judge didn't think so, though! Keep smiling darling Mummy and Daddy and my love to clever old George!'. He felt, to his shame, a tear forming as he repeated these words to himself. She had certainly sounded happy enough in that letter, showing an admirable ability to seek out the good side of any situation.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">George had to wait a week for&nbsp; a visa and a further week to make the bookings. His father had arranged unlimited credit at the country's main bank ( as he had for Lisa a year ago) and all he had to do was find out what was happening to his sister. His first act on arrival was to seek an interview at the Department of Justice which oversaw the country's prison system. He was kept waiting for a week until he was asked to drop in. The Mr Hernandes who finally invited him to come round to see him was a fat and perspiring man who looked like a heart attack in waiting to the ever athletic and fit George.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"I am sorry, Mr Griffiths. I have the record of your sister's trial. The evidence was only photographic. Here is the incriminating photo taken by a security camera."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">George looked closely at it. That was never Lisa! Never in a million years!</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"That is not my sister, Mr Hernandes. How could you have identified her and convicted her on the basis of that?" He was seething with rage to think poor little Lisa had been fifteen months in custody on the basis of a blurred photo of a fair haired round-shouldered woman at least five years her senior.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"That woman is stooping, Mr Hernandes and Lisa - my sister - holds herself straight as a ramrod - always has. She'd never slouch like that!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"She was the only blonde female in the hotel at the time and she was in possession of a lot of money when arrested."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Of course she had money on her. She'd made a withdrawal from the bank that same day. I should know, we arranged the credit for her. She had all the money she wanted and had no need to steal."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Perhaps she had overspent, Mr Griffiths and was afraid to tell her father."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Rubbish. She'd never be afraid to own up - she's not that kind of girl and I should know, having experienced her total honesty for eighteen years! And anyway she can wrap Dad round her little finger and does on a regular basis, the little minx!"&nbsp; He felt tears staring up again as he recalled Lisa's preposterous wheedling, effortlessly securing any and every favour out of a father who indulged her even as he treated his son so strictly. Not that George was complaining! He was entranced by his lovely younger sister as much as anyone else.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"But this is going over old ground. I want to know why we have not heard from her since her letter dated the eleventh of August last year and it is now the seventeenth of September, over a year later. She would never be so cruel as to keep us in the dark this long."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Mr Hernandes smiled. "I am not actually in charge of that prison. My colleague Mr Sanchez handles it as a rule. But he is away for another six weeks. I fear you will have to wait until then!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">His next call was at the Embassy and they were not too hopeful. They told him that consular access was rarely granted. But they did assure him that the prison in question was well run, but strict.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"My guess is that your sister committed a disciplinary offence and is under some kind of restriction of privileges." said Mr Fordyce "I'm sure you'll be hearing from her soon."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">George left getting to doubt that his visit had achieved anything.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Another spoilt brat getting into trouble and hoping her rich relations will dig her out!" said the harassed Fordyce to a junior colleague. "God, but I detest these rich bitches going off the rails and all the trouble they cause us! I say it will do her good to find out the world isn't here purely for her gratification. But we'd best look into it!&nbsp; See to it will you? No hurry!" </span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Mr Potts, the junior official in question took a different line, happily for Lisa, and he pursued the case with an energy that even had the torpid Ministry of Justice responding. But even he had to wait until the vitally important Mr Sanches returned!</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">George came home in early October, still unaware that his sister was now in the sixtieth week of solitary confinement, and with sixty still to come. The matter of her menstruation had been resolved, with all penalties arising&nbsp; cancelled. Unfortunately, Lisa had been ill for some weeks earlier in the summer and had fainted twice in ten minutes and twice soiled the floor at the same time. It had broken hatchet-face's heart as she adjusted the time switch, giving the poor young woman four more weeks. Two&nbsp; times she had attacks of diarrhoea and soiled the floor, despite trying to make the short distance to the floor toilet, being obliged to wait four stinking days for the ten day hosing. Apart from that, though, she had incurred no extra weeks since the early part of her captivity and was quietly celebrating what she was sure was the half-way stage - unless she became ill again and there was no sign of that.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Lisa was half way through her second novel by this time. She had completed the first during her fifty second week in solitary, at about the time that a half-crazed Sandra had completed her punishment and been freed, bare-breasted and wild-eyed to rejoin a shocked Samantha. Her first novel had been a steamy romance and every word of it was committed to memory. Set partly in Revolutionary France and partly in the East Indies, it had covered the unlikely and colourful adventures of a young noblewoman who had endured prison, near execution and a shipwreck before being rescued by a dashing, swashbuckling pirate. Some of the love scenes had been so hot that as she stood still in the middle of her cell for hour after hour, going time and time again over every last gasp of passion and thrust of manly pirate penis into tight, dripping wet, hot and welcoming aristocratic vulva, that she had feared for her own bodily purity and prayed that signs of moistness in her own crotch were not too obvious to the vigilant staff.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"That girl's going off her head, if you ask me." said Hatchet-Face to the governor as they sat eating their sandwiches and sipping ice-cold beer with the sun streaming into the office. It was certainly a wonderful day. "She's not so much as moved for hours. She's gone balmy - and who can be surprised - poor girl She'll be like a zombie when she gets out - if she lives that long!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"I disagree. Look how straight she still stands! That's not a defeated girl, like some we've seen. She's just lost in her own imagination. It's her way of escaping from the awful reality she is in. Now she has got over her food poisoning she will be fine."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Both the governor and Hatchet-Face had been stricken with the bug that had swept the prison. They had been in bed for a week. Lisa had been far worse affected, but had still remained upright until, the day before the infection finally cleared her by then shattered body, she had twice briefly passed out and twice slightly soiled her cell. It mattered not that she had forced herself back to her feet each time and almost made the distance to the toilet before her bowels cascaded her stinking flux into the hole and slightly spattered the floor. She had broken the rules and knew that it had cost her four more weeks in just a few short minutes!&nbsp; Since then, the problem had been traced to the water supply, which was now deemed pure by the public health authorities. </span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"I really do hope you are right" said Hatchet Face. She looked for the millionth time at Lisa's ivory white skin, untouched by sunlight for so long and those firm breasts with their&nbsp; pink nipples and small coral pink areolas and, above all, those flawless young buttocks and she lusted anew. She loved a good arse and Lisa's was the greatest! She had caressed its sweet roundness a zillion times and planted as many kisses on it. Occasionally she imagined giving passionate and painful love bites to that posterior, leaving her teeth marks on both cheeks, and that was when she came to some marvellous orgasms! But it was not merely lust that made her hope Lisa would come out alive and in her right mind. She had grown to admire as well as hunger for that girl, and apart from that, like the professional she was, she&nbsp; would never dream of touching her for real. But it was good to look at that sweet flesh and dream!</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">The Governor was a married man with two daughters, one of whom was Lisa's age. He would sometimes have nightmares about his Carmen ending up in the same plight as Lisa. He thought of Lisa's parents, especially her father. The poor couple! And they knew nothing of what was being done to their so lovely daughter! Perhaps it was as well. He had authorised a letter to the British Embassy saying, truthfully, that she was alive and in good health. Her family would have to be satisfied with this titbit of information until Lisa came out in sixty weeks and was able to write and tell it in her own words.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">But her family were not satisfied and were more determined than ever to find out why Lisa had been silent so long. George was back home to begin his final year and Mr Griffiths began to think of going out himself. He couldn't wait any longer. Then Mr Potts phoned him.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Mr John Griffiths? Lisa's father? My name is Potts from the Embassy. My chief has asked me to look into your daughter's case. Poor girl! If ever anyone was framed it was she, but try getting that into these bastards' thick skulls! I have applied for the original evidence from the prosecutor's office so that we can satisfy ourselves as to its authenticity. That was two weeks ago and I bombard them with reminders - and nothing! Somebody is stalling and I'm getting a nasty feeling it's a high up person who's protecting the real culprit. I don't want to raise your hopes, sir, but things move slowly here, though they were quick enough to put her inside! By the time we clear her name, and I don't doubt we will, her sentence may well be complete - and that's another thing. With remission for good conduct and parole, she ought to have been freed by now, but she hasn't been. I've looked into the penal code and the reason she is still in prison must be that she committed a disciplinary offence of some kind."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"I find that hard to believe of her, but I agree that it sounds the likeliest explanation. Have you anything else for me?"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Yes. I have obtained the names of all our nationals who have been imprisoned in the women's penitentiary and I've contacted the Aussies, Kiwis, Canadians and Yanks. I'm still waiting on the US Embassy but the others have let me have the names of any girl on their books who might have known Lisa. I suggest that she may have been out of circulation since just after she started her sentence. Whatever happened must have been in her first week before she wrote her permitted weekly letter home. So I further suggest we start with those who were around on the 11th to the 18th August. Most of them are still inside and we we'll never get permission to interview them. A couple get out in six months - sisters who got into trouble. Two others have been released for some time. One has vanished without trace, but the other, a Ms Marty Jefferson has returned to England. I have her address and you might feel like getting in touch with her."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"I will certainly do that, Mr Potts. I was coming out there to be on the spot for Lisa, but I'll postpone my flight until I've had a chat with Ms Jefferson. Thank you for being so helpful"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Think nothing of it Mr Griffith! It's just me doing my job - and I have a daughter almost that age, at school in Scotland. Believe me - I do have some idea what you're going through."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Three days later, John Griffith was knocking on the door of the address Potts had given him. A slatternly woman, holding a baby, whose father must have been Chinese, from its appearance, answered the door.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Ms Marty Jefferson?"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"No. She's not here. Daft cow. She gets back from doing a stretch in some Asian hell-hole and then gets herself three months for shoplifting! Stupid bitch!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Where is she imprisoned - Holloway?"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Yeah. Visiting day is today, but you're too late." </span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">A chat with a contact at the Home Office got him a visit to Ms Jefferson, but he had to wait three weeks. Visiting was restricted and Marty had used up her quota. No amount of persuasion could get them to bend their stupid rules. John was getting to hate officialdom, with the sole exception of Potts, who was a good egg. Finally, while Lisa continued to count the days and weeks, he got to chat to Marty Jefferson. The response was not too encouraging at first but he managed to draw out of her what had happened.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"She got into a fight on her second day, Mr Griffiths. That was fine and it was a good fight to watch! She has plenty of guts that daughter of yours! She just waded into Sandra and Sandra's a big girl and strong with it. She was getting well and truly thrashed but it made no difference. She's no coward, I'll say that much"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"You mean she is still being punished for that and refused permission to write letters?"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"It started to get complicated. I don't understand all the ins and outs, but when the warders separated them, one of them asked who started it."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Oh dear! The golden rule is don't answer a question like that! I suppose Lisa did?"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Marty nodded.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"It started when Lisa was shoved and she shoved back and a fight started. But Lisa was right out of order. She was just a green kid and all that, but that made no difference. She was a leper after that. What made it worse was that the other girl had done time in solitary. One of the things they throw you in the hole for is fighting. But if they couldn't tell who started it, then they'd impose a lesser penalty - just a caning or some extra and nasty duties like cleaning out the latrines. But the guard believed Lisa when she said Sandra started it and since Sandra was not too badly marked and your Lisa was bleeding like a stuck pig, she got the blame and was shoved back in the hole."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"And what happened then?"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"It didn't take long for Lisa to realise she had to do something for Sandra. She hadn't seen her bare feet until too late. After being in solitary they take away your shoes for the duration. A second stretch in solitary works out at least three times the stretch for the first. It's complicated and that's the whole point." </span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"It is relevant to Lisa's case?"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Very relevant, Mr Griffith. Next day I and a friend, Patsy tried to shove her into a puddle. But she was waiting for someone to attack her and was ready for us. She punched me and Patsy gave her a black eye. Then Lisa really gave Patsy a whopper in her eye and Patsy had had enough! We continued to fight for a bit and were rolling on the ground giving each other what for, when they separated us and asked who started it. Guess what Lisa did?"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"I hope you're going to tell me either that she took the blame or stayed silent!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"She took the blame. Then she changed her story about the day before. They put us all back to work, including Lisa. Your girl was very popular after that. She did wrong and tried to put it right as soon as she could. But she was silly. She should have gone to the governor and changed her story. Anyway Sandra was let out and she and Lisa kissed and made up. Next day they took Lisa to face the Governor and that's the last any of us saw of her. I know her friend Samantha was getting more and more worried about her not getting back after eight weeks."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Eight weeks?"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Yes. That's the minimum. All punishments are in multiples of eight. A second offence gets you sixteen weeks, so Lisa thought she would get Sandra off her twenty four weeks and only serve eight herself."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Pretty noble of her!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Balls, Sir! She had no choice and she knew it. But she was silly starting a second fight. My guess is that they gave her two separate sentences. That would keep her inside for thirty two weeks. They are very free with their penalties for infringing the solitary confinement rules, so I'd imagine she'd get about twelve weeks added on for this and that. Her being a raw newcomer wouldn't make any difference. They've no mercy, those bitches!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Mr Griffiths went pale and even the tough and brassy Marty felt sorry for him. But he pulled himself together pretty fast.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"There must be more to it, than that, Marty. Even if she did get extra weeks she has been out of circulation for sixty four weeks. How could a second offence keep her in for so long? You spoke of sixteen weeks for a second offence."</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Yeah. But those sadistic swine make any woman sent to solitary serve her previous time all over again - then she starts her second sentence. Maybe they dreamt up a third rap wasting the governor's time by not telling the truth first time. Yes!! That would account for it. Her third session would be twenty four weeks. and she'd do the thirty two she'd already served all over. So that's sixty four weeks and a further twenty four. I make that eighty eight weeks, plus all the penalties. You're looking at two years. That's it. She thought she would do eight weeks to save Sandra from twenty four and finds herself buried alive for two fucking years. Fucking Hell! The evil bastards! No one ever got more than two spells in solitary before this and they were real hard cases. Poor little Lisa!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Do you know anything about the conditions she will be in?"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"I certainly do! But are you sure you want to know? Because you aren't going to like knowing what your little darling is suffering. Sure you want me to go on?"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">He nodded, looking as if he were about to cry.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"Well, The first thing is they strip them completely and shave their heads and they wear nothing until they some out. One girl who had been there told me the cells are tiny. Maybe a liitle less that six by just under four feet. And once they go in through the cell door, it stays locked until they come out. It never gets opened. Can you bear for me to go on? You do look awful, you poor old sod!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Griffiths indicated that he wanted to know all.</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <span style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">"They NEVER open that door until the sentence is over. So if they get ill, they either get over it or ...need I say more? And they must keep on their feet from breakfast until evening meal. They pass food, toiletries and things through a grille and she'll never see the woman who passes them to her - not even her hand! I think that's about fifteen hours they have to keep standing and if they can't and sink to the floor then that's another week they have to do! Believe you me, they pretty soon develop pretty strong leg muscles unless they want to stay there for their entire sentence. If she was ill and fainted they'd give her a week extra for that. If they don't keep the place tidy they get a week extra for that. If they oversleep, that's another week. If they play with themselves, they get a week extra. And they don't waste money on heating that place! She'd better get to like it nice and chilly!&nbsp; They watch every move through a camera in the ceiling and it picks everything up. Nobody can touch her as long as she's there, so her virginity is safe - if she hadn't lost it already! But one of the solitary cell guards is rumoured to like perving on the inmates, especially the pretty young ones and Lisa is very pretty, as you know,&nbsp; and just about the youngest prisoner there, so your little girl will have been providing that bitch with loads of night-time fantasies!"</span><br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> <br style="font-family: helvetica,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>11 - Back Home, But not to Normal</title> <meta name="author" content="Harry"> </head> <body style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" link="#000099" vlink="#990099" alink="#000099"> <font size="+3" style="font-weight: bold;">11 - Back Home - But not to Normal</font><br style="font-weight: bold;"> <br style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Lisa Griffiths had been back in her own country for six months when she heard that Samantha would be arriving in three days' time. She had kept her promise to buy a country cottage and one was ready for them to move into.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Lisa had been living mostly with her parents up till then, with only the occasional visit to her new home. Truth to tell, she had little or no idea what to do with herself. George was away on some academic exchange and not expected back until the Trinity term and her parents were smothering her with every kindness. Nothing was too good for their daughter now that she was back from her long false imprisonment to say nothing of all the extra horrors that she had suffered.&nbsp; But she had meant what she said when she wrote from the depths of the earth, half way through that dreadful two years. She wanted to be her own woman and not Daddy's little girl!&nbsp; But alas, Daddy was not anxious to be reminded of his promise. It would not be until Sammy came and the two set up house together that her new life could begin.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Early in her first days back home, her mother had come into the bathroom and found her naked in front of the mirror. Her back still bore the marks of her most recent beating, administered by the guard who had later caused her to be pegged out. This lady had not caned her, having failed to find any fault, although Rosanne would have. (It was when a snarling&nbsp; Lisa was found&nbsp; guarding Samantha from the attentions of two other inmates who had designs on her body, having given one of them a bloody nose and the other a black eye, that the excuse had been found to punish her again just a day after her flogging. She hoped Sammy was alright now that her protector had gone, but the girl had survived three years without her before she arrived so she would most likely get through the remaining months) Her mother paled when she saw her daughter's back and she failed to understand her casual attitude when asked what had caused it.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Oh, that! Is it still showing? It's usually faded by now. Golly! In ten days I was due for another flogging! I got them once a month regularly on the first day of the month. After a while I hardly noticed the strap landing on me! But it's over now, thank goodness. It was getting to be a bore! Time to move on and find bigger and better ways of getting hurt!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"What can you mean?"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I mean that I'm too used to getting knocked around (and knocking others around in return) to want to give it up just yet! I'm going to be a lady prizefighter! And when she comes to join me Sammy will be my trainer just like in prison. I do hope she gets here soon!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Her mother thought she was joking - until Lisa went off for a few days and returned sporting a black eye and a cut lip.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Did you get mugged, darling?" asked her mother.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I'd like to see anyone try to mug ME! No, I was in a fight and I won. Here's the prize money! Three hundred pounds! The first money I've truly earned!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">When her parents had recovered from the shock, her father asked how she had got such a job.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I saw an advert for female fighting tapes in a magazine at the dentist's. I wrote to the address asking if they had any opportunities for new fighters and they said I should come along. I worked out with a couple of girls and they took me on. I had my first fight in a run down former drill hall in front of about a hundred people - nearly all men! And I won easily. I knocked her out cold, Dad! They taped it and they think it will sell pretty well. I'm very good looking and brutal with it!&nbsp; I take no prisoners, as the saying goes! So they want me to do lots more work for them. I bet you hate the idea don't you"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;And she laughed prettily. Her father was stunned!</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"How do you know how to fight that well?" he finally asked.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"In prison you either learn to protect yourself or you go under. And I had to fight. I was ordered to!&nbsp; But I learned to love it. It's such a buzz getting into a ring and knowing one false move could get you knocked out. And the feeling when you win is increduble - after a while it's like a drug and you just have to have more. No wonder George loved it at school!" As a matter. of fact, George had NOT loved it at school, but Lisa had yet to learn this.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Relations were very strained for a time and Samantha's arrival was not&nbsp; a moment too soon. She met her at the airport and the entire arrivals area was treated to the sight of two very attractive girls, one dark skinned and with long black hair and one fair skinned and with her head shaved, kissing passionately for a very long time.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Have you had it shaved all the time since you left, darling!" asked Samantha as Lisa drove the two of them to stay for a day or two with Lisa's parents.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"No. I let it grow a few inches and kept it short, but when I got up this morning to drive down here, I took it all off! I think it's me somehow! What do you say? I've had some fights since I left. I'm doing quite well, but I need a gimmick, Sammy! And a topless skinhead in a skimpy thong with great tits and a fantastic arse should go down pretty well. At leasy I hope so! I haven't sprung it on them yet!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I don't know, Lisa. I think you should think about it!&nbsp; I was glad to see you just like I've pretty well always known you, but being like that was a punishment, darling and your time for being punished is over for ever!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">No more was said for some time amd Samantha was afraid she might have offended Lisa. But Lisa put her mind at rest when she did speak.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"You are so right, my love! How lucky I am to have you around to keep me sane! Do you know? I thought that it was me who would be nursing you back to mental health, but I guess it may be the other way around, because I am seriously screwed up, Sammy. Uttterly fucked up mentallly."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"You went through a hell of a time, Lisa! It's delayed shock. I bet you've got your parents worried sick! You mustn't hurt them by acting as you are! Stop this fighting and be a normal girl again, even if it's just to please them!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Lisa's parents were delighted with Samantha, whom Mr Griffiths had&nbsp; already met briefly, and who spoke English with a strange mixture of British, Australian and American accents. They made the most tremendous fuss of her and persuaded Lisa to put off her departure for the cottage for several days before the pair finally made good their escape.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"From what Lisa said of you I was expecting an altogether less feminine person!" said Mr Griffiths one day as Samantha and he were walking the family dog.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I suppose she told you about me being her trainer! Well, I am not an aggressive person myself, but I do admire Lisa for being so strong and ready to stand up for herself - and for me on more than one occasion. It got her into trouble, of course, and I spent two years pining for her. But when she came out she got involved in another fight almost right away, but this time she asked for permission and they let her. We all got to come and watch, including Mr Potts who was lappping it up! And Lisa did so well that they made her stand up and fight any girl who challenged her. Loads of women did put their names down so that she never did get around to fighting them all. She must have had fifteen contests altogether and won them all by&nbsp; knockouts. Not just hitting them so they were too dizzy to get up in time, but laying them out cold for about ten minues on average. The worst was her first, though. That girl was out for an hour! And it turned out she was the one who committed the crime Lisa did time for. That's what made her so mad that she really destroyed her. Her second, who was also a guard, got sick of seeing what she was doing and ordered her to finish it quickly and not keep dragging it out just to hurt her some more. But you can't blame her!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"No. I would have felt just the same! I'm glad she got her own back - at least up to a point. Is that woman still in prison?"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"No. She was put in solitary like Lisa was and she got sick and died in there not too long after Lisa left. Sad in a way, because she only had a few days left to do."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Mr Potts did tell me about running down the real culprit but he never mentioned this. I can't say I'm sorry she's dead. I know it's wrong and all that, but my daughter is a totally different person and that woman is the one who took the old sweet Lisa way from me for ever."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"But you've got the new Lisa, Sir! And she's a wonderful person. You've just no idea how wonderful. Try getting to know her, and you'll find out! I suppose you know we were lovers in prison and will be again when we get to the cottage?"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I'd guessed and so had her mother. I think she takes it harder than me. It's not what I'd hoped for, though. I think I've looked forward to giving her away to the right man all her life!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Samantha put her arm in his.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Maybe you still will, sir!&nbsp; We're neither of us that old - not twenty two yet. Lisa did say we'd both most likely find nice men in time!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">And they returned to the house arm in arm.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">*****************************************************</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"You two could get arrested!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">It was May and the first really warm&nbsp; day after a terrible Winter and soaking wet Spring. Lisa and Samantha were lying out on the lawn outside their home, and were both wearing not a stitch of clothing as they revelled in the hot sun. Samantha jumped up and recognised the visitor. She went red and dashed inside to put something on. Lisa saw who it was too and smiled lazily, turning over on to her back to give the visitor a full frontal view of her browning and naked body. She was glad to see Mr Potts, late of the Diplomatic Service and now looking around for a second career. </span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Welcome, Giles! Nice to see you. Take a few things off, like your coat and shirt, and come and sit next to me. Samantha will bring out some nice cool beverage for you, if I know her! She loves to play the hostess! So! What excuse do you have for being so long visiting me? It had better be good!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I've been in Uruguay since we last met. And now I am an ex-diplomat. I really don't know what to do, but there's no great rush. Linda, my daughter has left school and instead of doing the modern thing and going for a career she got married the other week!" he took off his jacket as he spoke but left his shirt on. Lisa giggled.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Take it off, Giles. Unless you want me to do it for you. It's boiling today! Come on! I don't bite!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">He complied and was soon feeling cooler, at least on top, but down below was a different matter! Lisa saw his embarrassment and grinned wickedly.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I know! Seeing me naked in jail was different. I'll spare any more embarrassment. Stay where you are and I'll get us a couple of cold beers."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;When she came back she had a minute thong to cover her most vital parts so her behind was still very visible! The breasts, still as firm as ever, remained bare.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"There, get that down you! I suppose your wife would kill you if she knew you were cavorting with a naked woman!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Potts looked sad.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"My wife died ten years ago, Lisa."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Which makes you?"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Available. And very much in love with the most delighful person I have ever met. And for goodness sake, take off that bit of buttfloss! I like you the way you were, especially now you have at least a modicum of hair on your head!</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I still keep it shaved a lot of the time, Giles. When I have a fight it all comes comes off and it's shiny skulled Lisa again. It's my trade mark. I think I intimidate my victims with it. Not that I need any psychological boost, mind you. My opponents find me an excellent cure for insomnia!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Potts might have found this last remark amusing, but he certainly did not show it!</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"And what do you propose to do with your life, aside from getting yourself brain damaged. And don't tell me there's a fortune to made fighting nude in front of a lot of sad middle-aged men."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"You need to be hit to get brain damage, Giles. And hit a lot of times. I generally avoid being hit and do all the hitting. Anyway I don't believe what they say! They're always trying to scare us with one health so-called danger or another! And I like it and I'll happily run the risk. So there! And a lot of young men watch and quite a few women."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"And what else are you going to do!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Lisa turned onto her side and leant over her friend, rubbing her hand over his chest. She bent down and kissed it briefly.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I have been writing down the seven novels I dreamt up in my two years in solitary. I did them just to keep sane, Giles. But looking at them now that I've got them on paper, I'm not sure I succeeded! They really are weird! I haven't shown them to anyone. But since you're staying with us for a while, you'll have time to go through them and tell me what you think. And you can do some more drawings of me - and Samantha."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I hadn't intended more than a passing visit, Lisa. And what will Samantha think?"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"She will be OK! And we'd better go and see how she is. I could never leave her, Giles. Not as long as she needed me. Sorry and all that, but that girl comes first in my life - a long way ahead even of you! And your "passing visit" has just been indefinitely prolonged - and don't argue with me or I'll punch you so hard you won't wake up until supper time!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Giles looked at the firm, hard body lying next to him and knew she would be more than capable of carrying out her threat, although he was sure she wouldn't. But she obviously wanted him to stay and he could think of nowhere he wanted to be apart from as close to Lisa as he could get. He was left alone to enjoy the Spring sunshine while Lisa took the empty glasses inside and went to see how Samantha was.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I've asked Giles to stay for a few days, Sammy. Don't worry! he's not taking me away from you! I'm going to get him to read my stupid novels. That should keep him out of mischief for quite some time."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">The sun went in shortly after and cloud after cloud came drifting slowly across. Samantha and Giles stayed inside and chatted while Lisa went outside to lie some more on the lawn, naked, reading and apparently not bothered by the sudden chill. Every now and again there would be a break in the cloud and she would stretch out to soak up the rays until, after a few seconds, the sun went in again. Then she carried on reading.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"You'd think she got enough sun last year" said Samantha as Lisa continued to stay where she was. "She really suffered once it started getting hotter. Not like me. I've a darker complexion and I go brown in seconds, but she went through agonies. They didn't let her have any sun block so she just had to adjust the hard way. That's her whole life, though - the hard way. At least since I met her. But she's a hard woman now, Giles. Beautiful, but hard. Think you can handle that?"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I won't need to, Sammy! She won't leave you. So don't think you'll be losing her, because you won't."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Yes I will. And to you. And I'm happy for you both. We can't live this idyll together for ever, Giles! It's great now, but I'm not ending up as one of a pair of eccentric old maids, and I'm sure Lisa doesn't want it either. This is just a rest cure for us until we've adjusted to freedom."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">******************************</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Giles had been with Samantha and Lisa for a week and was wondering if he should bring his visit to an end. He and Lisa had left the cottage and climbed the hill behind it. After climbing steadily for half an hour they stopped and sank to the turf, looking at the valley underneath them and the tiny speck of green that was Lisa's little property. Lisa had left home wearing a two piece swimming costume of daring cut and little regard on the&nbsp; designer's part for madesty, leaving nothing to the onlooker's imagination. Lisa's disdain for shavig any of her body save the head made things even worse as tufts of golden hair peeked out from the minute bikini bottom.&nbsp; Half way up she had given up trying to stop the top slipping and takenit off, asking Giles to put in his pocket.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"It's still warm, Giles, from the heat of my hot little body! Feel it! I bet it gves you a thrill. Does it make you jealous to think Samantha can put her steamy little mitts all over these luscious tits all night long, and kiss them as much as she likes and you can't touch?"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">He had not answered. For one thing he was out of breath, unlike Lisa who ran six miles every day and trained all morning. Now that they had stopped to rest, he answered her earlier question.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Yes, I admit I do have difficulty coping with having to keep my hands off you. But I live in hope."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Lisa pulled off her remaining clothing, dangled it from her fingers, laughing. She lay back a few feet away and spread her legs wide so as to give Giles a splendid view of her hairy pussy and moist pinknes.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I think Sammy wouldn't mind if I let you have just a quick one, Giles!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"A quick one?"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"All right! A nice long one! A marathon. passionate fuck, emptying yourself into me out here inder the leaden skies with the wind blowing over us and helping to cool our bodies writhing together in the wildest of wild passion. What are you waiting for Giles? Fuck me, or don't you remember how after all this time!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Giles certainly did remember how and Lisa was dripping&nbsp; wet all over after they had finished. They lay side by side for some minutes, saying nothing.&nbsp; Everything that needed to be said had been well and truly said as Lisa joyfully surrendered herself.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Shall we carry on with our walk, darling? The top is flat and you can go for miles and see the greatest views and we won't meet a soul. Come on. Then we have to tell Samantha. Poor Sammy. I feel dreadful already."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Giles got dressed but Lisa did not. She carried her bikini brief in one hand and was ready to slip it on if any wayfarer were about. But it was their lucky day and Giles had a naked Lisa to himself.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Do you ever wear shoes, sweetheart?" he asked at one point.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"No. Never! Except when it snowed, of course. I'll wear nice ones to our wedding, though! And I sometimes wear boxing boots, and gloves. I like barefoot fighting best and the sort of gloves that just protect the had but don'et soften the impact. You saw how good at brutal fighting&nbsp; I am!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I certainly did. It was very satisfying at the time seeing you slaughter that wicked bitch. But I'm sorry you haven'y put that behind you.&nbsp; I hear that woman died in solitary?"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"So Sammy says. I'm sorry about that. HI don't know how they can live with themselves, letting someone die when they could so easily let them out for a few days to treat them.And it could have happened to me, Giles - except I wasn't going to let myself ever be that ill!&nbsp; No - once I'd taken out my anger on her there was no more anger left. I couldn't do a thing to help her, though. Once you go down into that solitary wing you are lost. I should know! You need to be strong to survive there for any length of time. Even two months is too much for some poor souls. But your Lisa is very strong. Why was she just known by her number, I wonder? We all had numbers but we were hardly ever called by them. I can't remember mine, I used it so seldom!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"People get released from prison, Lisa. Like you, for instance! And someone didn't want her name getting out to the outside world. I still don't know all the facts, but that woman had a lot of secrets. Not only was she a thief but a blackmailer and she had some pretty high up victims. I know the US ambassador was involved and the Justice Minister. When she was caught stealing from the hotel wearing a blonde wig they knew perfectly well who she was but she knew too much and so you got to carry the can and she went free, for a time. Thta's why I resigned, Lisa. I am going to tell all I know,even if I go to prison for it!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"No, don't my dearest Giles! I'd come and visit you, of course. But I doubt that you could take it, my pet! Don't take it to heart, but you're not strong enough - believe me, I know! It would break you. Just forget about me, my sweet!&nbsp; I've done my time and I'll never get those years back. But we've still got the future, my darling! Let the past be!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"Too late! I've already spilled the beans! I posted off one stinker of an article yesterday. It will be all over the papers in no time. And I resent you saying I couldn.t take a spell inside! If you could do it, I could!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I wonder! But have your own way, darling! You stood by me and I'll stand by you and make a better job of getting you out of a mess than you made of rescuing me!"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Lisa had been reluctant to face the press up until now, but since Giles had taken this risk for her she was happy enough to give evidence. She told him this and added:</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">" And I'll do more that that. I'll send my own story to the papers. It's all written down, darling. The two years in solitary, the beatings - the lot. I should think it will go down pretty well, and they'll never send you to jail after reading about what was done to me. I should have done this before! I just couldn't abide being in the public eye but I won't let you go to prison. So it looks like I'm going to be famous! Worse luck! By the way! Did you finsish reading my novels?"</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">"I did. It's better that anything I could do! I enjoyed them all, Lisa. When you send them your prison memoirs, you should send the books as well."</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Giles looked sadly at her. It grieved him to think of this child of nature being made to step into the limelight. She belonged here in the hills and woods, with the occasional trip to Lodon for one of her appalling acts of mutual brutality! He could just imaging what the popular press would make of her story. Pretty young thing slung into the slammer emerging as a combination of hardened fighter and semi-recluse. He could see that Lisa hated the idea of being photographed and interviewed, traced to this peaceful spot and forced to live in a real world which would always be hard for her to cope with.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> <br style="font-weight: bold;"> </body> </html>

<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> <title>CASTLE 06</title> <meta name="author" content="Harry"> </head> <body style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" link="#000099" vlink="#990099" alink="#000099"> <big style="font-family: creepy;"><big><big><big>CASTLE 06</big></big></big></big><br> <br> <br> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Several weeks had passed since Fred had made his last visit, when he had&nbsp; found himself reluctantly but energetically strapping the suffering Girl with the wicked leather belt.&nbsp; He still blushed with the deepest shame at the memory.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Autumn was beginning to set in by now and the Girl was being kept busy by sweeping&nbsp; fallen leaves from the gravelled paths and the perfectly manicured lawns.&nbsp; Fitch was constantly behind her to ensure that she did not slack. His sturdy leather belt was always at the ready and the eagle eye of the Mistress was ever on the pair to make sure that the Slave was working and the overseer was being suitably strict in punishing her failures, which were legion in the Mistress&#8217;s eyes.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">The sharp crack of leather on flesh was a familiar sound by this time about the ancient home. The Girl had become used to the shame and loneliness of it all by now and the tears no longer coursed down her sweet face after a particularly brutal punishment, witnessed by one or more of the Mistress&#8216;s harridan friends. She had always been&nbsp; hard enough on the outside - famous for it! Now her inner self had adjusted as well.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;I hear the Girl is getting it again!&#8221; said Mr Jenkins to Mrs Huskisson as the sounds came in through the open pantry window to where the two of them were enjoying a welcome glass of sherry. </span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;She never learns - that one. Idle as they come. Make sure she gets some from you, Mrs Huskisson when she comes to clean out the kitchens later! We mustn&#8217;t be soft on that wicked bitch. Remember how she stank out the town when she was begging there?&nbsp; Shocking!&#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;I certainly do remember, Mr Jenkins.&#8221; replied Matilda Huskisson.&nbsp; &#8220;The poor dear Mistress was terribly distressed that day when she was accosted and importuned by the shameless idle wretch.&nbsp; It took me all afternoon to comfort her. Well - the Girl&#8217;s learning now the hard way that she can&#8217;t get away with being a dirty parasite.&nbsp; Never fear, Mr Jenkins! I know my duty and I am not afraid to do it!&#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;God bless you, my dear lady!&#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">They treated themselves to another glass apiece of their employer&#8217;s sherry&nbsp; and went about their separate tasks. Mrs Huskisson went to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner for the Mistress and a large gathering of guests. She examined the potatoes which the Girl had spent the early hours in peeling. At first, she was afraid there were no traces of peel left on any of them, but the disappointment faded when she discovered the merest trace of peel remaining on one of them. The rest of the vegetables had been prepared perfectly, however and even the vicious Matilda felt, with some regret, that she had no valid excuse to add to the Girl&#8217;s sufferings on this occasion. There was always the next day, though. Hope springs eternal. Never give up hope!</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Meanwhile, the Girl&#8217;s tough as leather backside was smarting after yet another of Fitch&#8217;s reluctantly applied beltings. She knew that Mrs Fitch had to put up with much worse and also that the gardener&#8217;s heart was not in it by this time. There were even times that the Girl was inclined to like him. Compared to the others, he was gentleness personified!</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">The leaves were falling all the time in late&nbsp; September and she had no sooner swept and cleared the paths and lawns when her efforts were rendered useless by another gust of wind leaving her with yet more leaves&nbsp; to be cleared. There were weeks and weeks of this wearisome task still to come! Her heart sank at the thought!</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Much of the garden was on a slope, and a pretty steep one at that. Mrs Bottomley, her Mistress, had decided on the construction of an elaborate series of terraces and the back breaking task of digging them out and moving vast quantities of earth and stones had fallen to the Girl - who else?&nbsp; She had lost count of the times she had wheeled soil and rocks up that precipitous incline to the accompaniment of curses from the Mistress and blows from Fitch applying spade and shovel, forcing them into the ground with her hardened bare feet.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&nbsp;Privately, the gardener had told her how well she had done and&nbsp; the Girl and&nbsp; Fitch were both of them very pleased, both&nbsp; at their progress and the beauty of what they were achieving together. She wished it all gave her bum less pain, though!</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">The Girl was inclined to love her outdoor work and every morning when her other duties were over, she was delighted to be in the clean fresh air. Rain or shine, it was all the same to her. To be out of the Castle and away from the awful Mistress and contemptible Jenkins/Huskisson was sheer bliss. The prospect of Winter and the end , for some months, of these happy times,&nbsp; filled her with dread.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">The worst part of the day was when she was finally&nbsp; allowed to go&nbsp; up to her little room, with its bare stone walls, high narrow window and wooden boards for a bed. No mattress and no blankets had been provided for the poor Girl and she was already finding the nights uncomfortable, sleep eluding&nbsp; her in the chill, despite her utter weariness after a long and gruelling day. </span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">To think she that had once, long ago, known comfort! Of course, she had also known similar discomfort , as well as the frequent and muscular application of the strap and cane&nbsp; to her bare bottom - her parents had sent her to a VERY good school, where her behaviour had not always been the best! But, at school she had always had companions in disgrace and misfortune.&nbsp; There was none of this awful loneliness.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">At night in the dorm,&nbsp; after some punishment or other, the girls would compare their various bruises and vie with one another as to whose bottom had acquired the most colourful marks! She had invariably&nbsp; been the winner in these unofficial contests, being a wild girl with scant&nbsp; respect for Authority. The memory made her smile as the forced the spade into the ground and dug out more of the terracing.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Late afternoon brought Fitch&#8217;s departure. </span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;See you in the morning, Girl! We&#8217;re making progress, you and I!&#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;See you, Sir.&#8221; replied the Girl, blinking back the tears as she saw his familiar figure shuffle away. She resisted the temptation to say &#8220;Give my regards to Mrs Fitch.&#8221;&nbsp; That would most likely NOT be a healthy thing to say.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">She put all the garden things away in the shed and said farewell to them until the morrow. Then she made her way to the kitchen and Matilda Huskisson. She felt sick with dread.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;Oh! There you are, you lazy cow! It&#8217;s not that far from the gardens to the kitchen. Smarten yourself up and get a move on with the cleaning. I want the floors scrubbed. If I see a speck of dust when you&#8217;ve finished, you&#8217;ll be for it. You know what that means, don&#8217;t you?&#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;Yes, Madam - I get beaten again.&#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;Right! So make a good job of it - bitch!&#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;Yes, Madam.&#8221; </span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">With this she got onto her knees and started scrubbing for all she was worth.&nbsp; She never knew what was worse, the scrubbing or the final drying. The Girl knew by now that it made no difference how careful and thorough she was, she would always be judged to have left a spot undone. Occasionally the strict Matilda would be too busy to make a thorough check and she would be safe, but as often as not the end of this task would be followed by more painful contact with leather. </span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">This time she was lucky. There was a banquet this evening and Matilda was rushed off her feet. As soon as the floor was clean, the Girl was drafted to assist with the cooking. She liked this a lot, considering herself a much better cook than Matilda, but not daring to say as much!</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">She wondered how the canap&eacute;s would be received by the guests. Sadly, it was unlikely she would ever know how her handiwork had gone down. A naked Girl was not thought to be a fit servant to wait on some very important men. There had been a steady stream of&nbsp; women visitors, anxious to gloat over her misfortunes and add to them,&nbsp; after that first day when they had witnessed her dousing with water. </span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">As the time to serve the feast drew near, Jenkins came bustling into the kitchen.&nbsp; He looked critically at the Girl&#8217;s shapely arse and saw approvingly&nbsp; that it was red.&nbsp; He gave it a cheery slap.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;I see Mrs Huskisson has chastised you, as you deserve. Well done Matilda!&#8221;, he said approvingly.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Matilda was about to say that she had been too busy, alas.&nbsp; Then she though better of it and held her peace. She did not want to be told off. Just as well that Fitch&#8217;s earlier valiant efforts had not yet faded!</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Jenkins spoke again to the Girl.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;This is your big day, Girl! You are to wait at the table. Make no mistakes, or that lazy backside will know all about it!&nbsp; Follow my instructions to the letter!&#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">**************************************************************************************</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;I understand we are to be waited on by the ex beggar girl.&#8221; said Colonel Blunderston, as he was shown to his place in the dining hall.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;Yes, Colonel.&#8221; We have been trying to make her see the error of her ways for a while now but all our best endeavours seem to be for nothing,&#8221; replied Dorothy.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">The other guests settled themselves around the fine old banqueting table and waited for the first course to be served. First of all the dignified figure of Mr Jenkins walked through the doors to the kitchen, followed&nbsp; at a respectful distance by a naked young woman. Several of the male guests gasped in amazement and delight.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">This Girl was wheeling a large container from which she proceeded to serve soup . Considering that she had never before done this, having no more idea of what to do than she had learnt from being waited on herself in happier days, she did a pretty good job, and not even the watchful Jenkins could see any just cause to administer chastisement. &#8220;Damn!&#8221; he thought, his hand itching in its frustration.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Of course it was too good to last! Disaster struck during the fish course, in the form of one of the guests succumbing to temptation and pinching the Girl on her left bottom cheek just as she was in the act of serving vegetables to the Colonel&#8217;s wife.&nbsp; This unfortunate lady heard a not successfully suppressed shriek from the ruby lips of the naked servant and immediately afterwards felt a searing pain in her breast as something very hot slipped down her cleavage.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">The poor Girl apologised profusely but knew it would be useless to point out to the Colonel&#8217;s wife that all would have been well if only her husband had kept his hands to himself. She was wise enough by now to know that when in a hole, the last thing to do is dig oneself more deeply in.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">She did her best to help the unfortunate woman, who was not inclined to make a fuss. Truth to tell, she had a pretty good idea what had happened and she smiled her thanks at the embarrassed girl&#8217;s attempts to help. &nbsp;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Dorothy was a different matter, though!</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;You wicked, vicious, ungrateful slut! I give you shelter and food.&nbsp; I try to reform you and lead you back to decency and self respect by giving you work and THIS is how you repay me! Get out of our </span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">sights this instant.&#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&nbsp;The Girl fled weeping and red-faced from the room.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;She may be a clumsy Girl&#8221; said the&nbsp; County Archivist, &#8220;but she is very decorative, as I am sure the gentlemen would agree. Perhaps she could adorn our feast without spilling more food upon us! I seem to recall, from my researches in the County Records that one mediaeval Lord of this place had a cage which hung from the ceiling of this very room. He was wont to confine recalcitrant maidens&nbsp; therein who had the temerity to resist his advances until they saw the error of their ways! Does the Cage still exist? I feel sure it must. Put her in there and we can admire her loveliness as we feast and eat.&#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Dorothy, delighted at this suggestion, assured the gathering that the Cage did indeed still exist and in very good condition, along with its chain.&nbsp; Within ten minutes, the contraption was rigged up and the Girl found herself swinging gently to and fro stooping in the confined space and with fifty pairs of eyes from time to time amusedly looking at her.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">The cramp and discomfort as she endured the insolent scrutiny of so many people was bad enough. The public shame and humiliation were far harder to bear. But all this, the Girl knew, was as nothing to what would happen to her once the gathering had dispersed and gone home.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Once she was lowered to the ground and released and then directed to complete clearing and washing up after the banquet, a vigilant Jenkins making very sure that none of the leftovers passed down her throat, she was led into the presence of the Mistress. The Mistress was in a foul mood and the poor Girl saw only doom and a great deal of imminent pain written on that podgy face.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">When she lay down on her hard, bare bed many wicked and&nbsp; stinging blows later, she almost shrieked as her body touched the boards. For the first night since arriving here she had no sleep at all&nbsp; and contemplated flight. </span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;I can&#8217;t take any more. It&#8217;s no use. I&#8217;ll have to get out of here&#8221; she sobbed to herself as the night wore on and the morning came.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">But - when she found herself once more in the garden and started to help with the landscaping, her spirits lifted.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;It will all look so lovely from the parlour window, when it is finished and from the summer house I have built almost single handed. It&#8217;s worth it. It really is. I&#8217;ll stay and let them do their worst! </span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Fitch looked at her back and at her bottom, all covered in horrible red welts. Even he looked shocked.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;I don&#8217;t know what you did, but it must have been pretty bad. I&#8217;ll not touch&nbsp; you today. You&#8216;ve had enough for many days to come.&nbsp;&nbsp; She can sack me if she likes! &#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">&#8220;The Colonel pinched my bum as I was serving&nbsp; his lady wife and I tipped something hot down her front. I though the beating would never stop, Mr Fitch. And before that they hung me in the old cage and I was stared at by them all for hours as they all jeered at me. It was the worst day yet! &#8221;</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Fitch nodded. He had heard something as he had come through the Great Hall to get to the garden. Matilda and Jenkins had been chuckling together and talking to the grocer&#8217;s boy, who had gone white when he heard what had happened.</span><br style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> <br> </body> </html>

<!doctype html public "-//w3c//dtd html 4.0 transitional//en"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> <meta name="Author" content="Harry"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Mozilla/4.7 [en] (WinNT; U) [Netscape]"> <title>Penny 01</title> </head> <body text="#000000" bgcolor="#FFCC99" link="#0000EE" vlink="#551A8B" alink="#FF0000"> <b><font color="#00CC00"><font size=+2></font></font></b>&nbsp; <br><b><font color="#00CC00"><font size=+2>PENNY - HER BAD DREAM AND WHAT FOLLOWED</font></font>.</b><b></b> <p><b><font color="#990000">Part One</font></b><b></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"..... FOUR!! - FIVE!! - SIX!! - SEVEN!! - EIGHT!!!! - NINE!!!! - TEN!!!!! OUTTT!!!!!!!! The referee finished counting over the limp body of the girl sprawled, dazed and bleeding on the canvass. The girl in the corner, still just about on her feet after fourteen punishing rounds of a fight to the finish with one of the illegal kickboxing world's most fearsome female contenders, stepped forward at the ref's signed command. He grasped her hand in his and raised her battered, weary arm.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"The winner, ladies and gentlemen, in the Blue Corner - The Naked Avenger!!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">A crescendo of cheers, that had started to build the moment the favoured contender had been floored, gathered strength, and the winner's ears began to ring painfully in tune with the buzzing in her head, battered as it had recently been by so many terrible kicks and punches.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">She gazed in triumphant disbelief at her dreaded opponent over whom she just prevailed after a mammoth fight which had left her bloody and exhausted. She raised one bruised and bleeding leg, lifting her sore foot, bruised and raw after delivering so many kicks to that well-padded body, now lying shattered beneath her, and placed the said foot on the fallen girl's stomach , raising her other arm high above her head in a gesture of victory as she did so. The cheers continued to grow and she turned away to return to her dressing room, the ringing in her ears and inside her head becoming ever more painful and insistent.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">===========================================================================</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Penny Lyle's hand reached out from under the bedclothes and firmly silenced the alarm. She groaned. Bloody Monday Morning Again! She raised herself and pushed back the bedclothes. Where was Mr. Smith, she wondered? Probably in the kitchen waiting for his breakfast - he certainly wasn't on the bed any longer. Well, let him wait - do him good, the greedy little sod!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Wearily, she made for the bathroom and got under the shower, feeling the sleepiness leave her by degrees. She always liked this cleansing cascade over her body in the morning, so warm and invigorating. Just possibly, Monday wasn't such a bad day as all that! After all said and done, she liked her job. She liked her immediate colleagues, and they all liked her. People always had liked her, ever since she was a cheery, sunny little mite at nursery school.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">After drying herself she went over to the washbasin and brushed her white and perfect teeth, noting sadly the yellowish coating on her tongue! It had been a good weekend, over much too soon, as ever.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">She looked down at her feet and her eyes travelled up her body. "Not quite the trim little girl I was a year ago", she thought. "In a year or two, I'll be an obese old bitch and I'm not quite twenty-one!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Then she looked in the mirror and almost died from shock! She was looking at her own face, but it was an appalling sight. The puffiness that had lately begun to mar the fresh girlish beauty, whose passing she had just regretted, had gone. Bright healthy eyes stared back at her from a face whose youthful vitality was quite restored. There was, though, one terrible way in which this rejuvenated face was not pretty to behold! It was bruised and cut. Badly bruised and terribly cut.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">One eye was almost closed, with a contusion under it which covered one half of her face. Her nose was twice its normal size and her mouth had been cut in two places. Horrible though it was to look at, it was to be preferred to the rather flabby and bloated condition of the physiognomy that had stared back at her last night, shortly before she went to bed after another weekend's overindulgence.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">She blinked in utter incredulity. As soon as she opened her eyes again, she was relieved to see her familiar and uninjured face restored, along with its rather distressing flabbiness. What an extraordinary hallucination! And then she recalled that ludicrous, absurd and recurring dream she had just had.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">With relief she inspected her reinstated features. Despite her incipient obesity, she was still attractive to look at. Sometimes she thought that maybe her forehead was a little too high - possibly she should change her hair style to cover it a bit. Other times she thought it was the best thing about her! Her nose was small, but perfectly straight, set between grey, calm eyes. Her mouth was an absolute dream to look at, with its wide and full lips, always seeming to be smiling at the world, even when there was little to smile about. Penny was a gentle, good natured girl, always kind and never angry - at least not for long and never very angry even then.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">This good humour and kindness showed themselves in her features. People who had only recently made her acquaintance wondered if she were not perhaps just a little too good to be true. When they knew her better, they realised that underneath a sweet and cheerful exterior was an even sweeter and even more cheerful inner woman, whose tranquil good nature made all around her feel a little better with life for having known her.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Everyone loved her, but did they respect her, she was sometimes moved to ask, instantly suppressing this thought as soon as it rose into her conscious mind. Who needs respect anyway, she would tell herself, always inspiring fear in others? That was not for her, she would say.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">She dressed in her smart business suit and went down to the kitchen to see what mischief Mr. Smith was up to. He was up to plenty! Somehow or other, after months of hitherto fruitless efforts, he had managed to prise open the fridge door and a fine piece of fillet steak was rapidly being demolished on the kitchen floor as a half enraged and half admiring Penny came downstairs and caught the thief red handed (red pawed would be a better phrase!).</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">She picked up the Russian Blue cat and raised him over her head, laughing at his thieving cleverness and complacently smug expression.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"You naughty, clever boy! Oh, I love you, my darling Mr. Smith, I really truly do - but you've had your breakfast for today. No Whiskas for you this morning! And this kitchen is barred to you from now on, if I'm not around to keep you in order!" She pushed him, purring, out into the garden to go and do whatever he did during the day, and prepared herself to leave, after first gulping down a cup of coffee and eating a slice of bread.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">As she walked to the station, she made a resolution. She MUST do something about her figure! The trouble was - what, exactly?</font></b> <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp; <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp; <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Penny Part 2</font></b> <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">As she settled herself into her first class train seat, Penny Lyle reprised the dream she had had that night. The details were fading, as is the way with dreams, however vivid they might have been at the time. She recalled being forced to fight naked in a kickboxing match against an opponent whose body had been well padded for protection and whose hands and feet had been encased in some kind of metal covering, so that every kick and blow had done terrible damage to her and caused awful pain. What rubbish! As if she ever would do a stupid suicidal thing like that!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Penny had been forced to rely on her superior speed and lightfootedness - That's a laugh for a start! she thought, I can't even run to catch a bus any more! - to evade the deadly fists and feet of her opponent. She recalled vaguely that, for much of the one sided contest, her bare hands and feet had beaten uselessly against her foe, who had laughed disdainfully and scornfully at her puny efforts as she continued to deal out terrible punishment.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Somehow, though, she had managed to wear her opponent down, finally getting through her guard and demolishing her with a series of lightning blows of great force to the head, finally and memorably sending her, in that immortal and well worn phrase, crashing to the canvass. As she was taken towards her day's work at the Bank, something of the excitement of the dream's triumphant ending came back to her, although Penny Lyle had never lifted a finger against a fellow human or indeed any fellow creature at all, in her life. She had never wanted to hurt another and she still didn't, did she?</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">The train arrived, on time for a change, at Cannon Street and she embarked on the last short stage of her daily journey to work. The security guard gave her his usual cheery greeting, spontaneous and one hundred per cent genuine in her case, unlike for some of the stuffed shirts who worked there! She went into the lift lobby, getting into Lift No 4 with a handful of others, including Madge.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Arriving at the eighth floor she made her way to her office, pausing on the way to chat with a few of her subordinates, who had arrived already. Smiling to herself at a silly joke one girl had just told her, she went into her room and sat down at her desk. She started going through her papers. One of them she had no doubt about, despite having spent half the weekend worrying about it. It wasn't her job to deal with it! That wretched Tom Brewster had passed it over to her on Friday, since it was a tricky problem and he had wanted to get away early. She rang his office. He answered.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"Oh, Tom. Come and take the Fleming file away, there's a good fellow, and please don't even think about offloading your hard cases on to me again - you are paid to do your own job and I have enough on my plate without helping lame dogs over stiles!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Tom Brewster put down his phone and stared across the desk at his colleagure, Andy Turner.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"I don't believe it, Andy! Penny won't take over the Fleming case, after all. That's not like her - she's usually so obliging and helpful"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"Too obliging and far too helpful, if you ask me! Thank God the girl's growing a bit of backbone at last! It's about time she told parasites like you to f*ck off!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Tom growled angrily and after a pause got up and went up to Penny's office to retrieve the file. He knew he had been in the wrong to take advantage of her generosity. She was an able girl and people were in the habit of picking her brains and offloading their tricky cases on to her and it just was not fair on her. Being wrong does not always make one penitent, however, and often involves resentment against the wronged one. Tom was very resentful towards Penny and this was to have important consequences for her.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">As he went into her office she handed him the file, smiled pleasantly and went back to her perusal of an office memo. He left and she continued reading.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">She put down the paper and leant back in her chair, deep in thought. She usually had insufficient time to read the mass of internal memos that came round each day, but his one had caught her eye.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"MILLER'S GYMNASIUM</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">This excellent and highly recommended establishment is offering, for a limited time, discounted rates to personnel from this Bank. Two three quarter hour sessions per week will cost just &pound;35.00 for the first six months, rising to &pound;40.00 thereafter.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Time to tone up those tired muscles and shed that unseemly flab! In their own best interests, all staff are heartily encouraged to take advantage of this offer."</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">And so it went on for a few more paragraphs, but that was the gist of it. The gym was just around the corner from the bank. She could easily spare the time and the money! This could be her path to salvation!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">For the eighteen months that she had been here at the Bank, she had worked long hours, taken work home with her and spent what little spare time she had, either drinking with her colleaugues after work or watching rubbish videos at home, eating all manner of junk food, nursing her beloved and equally sedentary and overfed cat. Her present way of life was no more than a short cut to the grave, and she was beginning to hate her flabby face, her expanding waistline and sagging bottom. Yes!! She would sign up today!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">On the way down in the lift, she met Madge again. Madge was a girl of her own age, but not her own qualifications, who worked in the post room. Despite their differing rank, both girls had taken an instant liking to each other, and although Penny usually socialised with her peers, out of necessity as much as choice, she always tried to have a bit of a gossip with Madge every once in a while.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">It turned out, after a brief conversation, that the other girl had the same idea in mind regarding exercise and its therapeutic desirability. In five minutes they were both being signed up for two sessions a week. They seemed to be the only two people from the Bank.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Forty five minutes soon passed and after a very hurried shower they both sped back to work. Penny was breathless and red faced, her heart seeming as if it were trying to burst out of her breast. It had been awful! She told Madge of her distress.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"No pain, no gain, Penny. We must both be in for a lot of gain, if that's a true statement! I feel quite utterly shagged out myself! See you on Thursday?"</font></b> <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"See you Thursday! In for a penny, in for pound and all that!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Penny - Part 3</font></b> <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">When Penny returned home that first Monday night - the first, that is, of her new healthy life - she felt like death. Never in her wildest imaginings would she have thought that a few simple exercises, indulged in over a lunch break, could cause such aches and pains in every bone, every joint and every muscle and nerve ending of her poor young body! Why had she ever allowed herself to be seduced by that memo and gone on to subject herself to such appalling torment?</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">As soon as she had changed into casual wear and fed the ever hungry Mr. Smith, she prepared herself a strong gin and tonic. A voice within spoke severely and urgently to her. She paused, the glass only half way to those sweet and ever gently smiling lips of hers. With a sense of utter amazement at her own bizarre and frightening behaviour, she carried the glass out to the kitchen and poured its contents down the sink. Things were soon to get worse - a lot worse!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Returning to her lounge, she opened the drinks cabinet. One by one, each and every bottle was opened and its precious inebriating fluids sent to join the gin and tonic on a long journey through the sewers to the sea, or wherever. "There'll be a few pissed rats tonight," she thought! Having performed this tremendous and doubtfully sane deed of self-denial she looked long and hard at the cat.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"You're getting as fat as I am, Mr. Smith - and it won't do!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">A look of hurt passed over Mr. Smith's furry face at these words. He loved Penny very, very dearly, but she could be extremely tiresome when in the grip of one of her latest fads! Despite his initial resentment, however, he was soon to adjust to his new dietary regime, especially when his regained slimness and virility made him such a wow with the local queens!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Having so dramatically resisted temptation by discarding all those expensive beverages, she turned her attention to the fridge. Cream - OUT! Butter - OUT! White Bread - OUT! Peanut butter (yuck!) OUT! and so it went on, until all that was left were the kind of things she had once read about as being "Good for You." She slept fitfully that night, with angry rumbling noises from her stomach keeping both her and the rebellious cat awake.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">In the morning she rose early and donned her shorts and trainers (and top!) for the first time in two years. She let herself out of the house, looked around to make sure she was not observed, and started running. She had only got as far as the end of the road (not a particularly long one) when a pain in her side caused her to stop and bend almost double, gasping with pain. If it wasn't a stitch, it was a full blown coronary! When she did not slump in agony to the ground, she decided it must be the former and resumed running, forcing herself to keep going through the pain. She went round the block once and arrived home, drenched in sweat and not in a particularly good mood, for once in her life.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">She went up to the bathroom and took off her clothes. A painstakingly minute inspection of her nakedness gave her little to be cheerful about. The process of restoring her figure to its pristine prime did not appear to have advanced perceptibly in the last twenty four hours of her torture by exercise! She was red all over and a bit blotchy. Tiny beads of sweat shone on her nose, making her feel slightly sick at the sight of them, and that was it!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Still in the grip of her new found enthusiasm for the healthy life she forced her protesting body to endure a cold shower, and then got dressed.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">She arrived at work at her usual time, punctual to the minute (Connex South East permitting!), and was pleasantly surprised at Bill the Security Guard's greeting.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"My word, we do look well this morning, Miss Lyle!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Whether or no it was her imagination, she appeared to be attracting quite a few approving glances as she made her way to her room. The aches of the previous evening were much less severe and she found herself polishing off her workload in record time. Gosh! It really was working already! Roll on Thursday, she enthusiastically thought. I can't wait!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">She called poor old Tom Brewster, still struggling with the file she had dumped back on his desk.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"Hi, Tom! How's that Fleming case going? Let me know if you need any help! I've not too much on at the moment Sorry to bite your head off like that! I just can't imagine what came over me. No hard feelings, I hope!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Tom was tempted to take her up on her offer, but he still felt anger at his well merited and justifiable slapping down of the day before.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"OK, Penny! I can handle it!" he said, in a confident tone. He was damned if he would ever ask for her help again! Damned bitch - he would show her one of these days!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Of course, he couldn't handle it, the incompetent oaf! He was such a proud and stupid fool to reject her offer, and the severe bollocking he received a few days later from an irate boss for his inept handling of the case made him even more resentful towards the amiable, efficient and good hearted Penny than he had been before. Strange how one uncharacteristic moment of asperity on the part of a normally placid person can inspire such totally disproportionate resentment!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Tom's colleague was right about one thing. Penny was a bit spineless! A nice girl, but too easily manipulated. Being kind and good natured are not enough to ensure success in the rat race of life. Forces were at work which would inject the most rigid and inflexible back bone into this sweet girl, and the consequences of this process would make a lot of difference to a lot of lives!</font></b> <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp; <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Penny Part 4</font></b> <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Penny never had another repetition of that violent dream, and had virtually forgotten it after a couple of weeks. They were weeks which saw her continue her twice weekly visits with her friend Madge to the gymnasium. They both made a lot of friends there and both professed to feeling a great deal better in themselves. Penny would stand before her full-length mirror every morning and will herself to see the signs of her improvement in shape and tone.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">The morning jogging sessions lengthened and she was becoming able to run for an hour each day without becoming breathless. Once, she saw a man - one of her neighbours, running in the park dressed only in shorts and running shoes. She envied him this male freedom to discard so much clothing and regretted that Society frowned on the exposure of the female breast. She was quite proud of hers and was sure no one would be offended at the sight of them. She did look around, though, for wear that was as revealing as the law would allow, and soon began to attract admiring glances from the rest of the people in her street, several of whom, male of course, took to rising early in order to see her go by.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">It was not until after six weeks of this new, energetic and Spartan regime that she decided she would run all the way to work every morning. It was only eight miles, she decided, and this early morning exercise was getting to be insufficient for her. Trouble was, it would involve a few logistical problems. She decided to consult her boss, Harry Burns.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">He was very helpful.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"Yes, I think it would be very good for you. You really look so much fitter lately, and your work has improved no end - not that I had any complaints before. You'd need to shower and then change into your business things, and we don't have the facilities here - yet. Why not ask at that gym you go to? It's just around the corner and I think they open quite early. See old Tom Brewster. Tom's a friend of the owner - that's how we got to know about it here and get favourable terms."</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">This was a bit of a setback. Relations had been frosty between the two for some time now, to Penny's distress. She had been uncharacteristically sharp with him once and he had never forgiven her, despite all she had done to make amends. However, on this occasion Tom was helpfulness itself and immediately got on the phone to Patric Murphy, the gym owner. Penny was to chat to him about the arrangements at lunch time.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">She arranged with this affable Irish gentleman to use a locker to store her working clothes at night and running gear by day. Once a week she would collect her things for the weekend. She'd have to come in by train a couple of times, but for three days weekly she could run to work in the morning and back home at night. By the time a month of this regime had been in place, she was looking very, very different to the lazy, unfit and overweight girl that she had been at the start of this little story.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Pat Murphy was taking an interest in her, which she only partly welcomed. She suspected, in some way, that his interest was anything but a good thing, especially as she had seen him chatting to Tom Brewster a few times, and she knew that this fellow worker definitely meant her no good.</font></b> <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp;<b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Early one morning, she was standing in the shower in the gymnasium, when she heard a woman scream in a terrified way, and the sound of blows. She ran out at once and saw Madge, her face bleeding, and clutching her handbag, which an intruder was trying to wrest from her. Dashing to her friend's assistance, Penny pulled at the man and aimed a high kick at him which caught him on the cheekbone, causing him to disengage from the terrified Madge and turn his attention to Penny, who squared up to him.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Before the situation could develop further, Pat Murphy came in and saw what was happening. The intruder ran off and Penny tried to comfort her shaken friend. Patric came up to the pair.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"I saw what you did there, Penny my dear. I didn't know you were into that kind of thing! Very impressive!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"I'm not", said Penny, smilingly. "Never raised a hand against anyone in anger in my life! I'm just not that kind of person. But I do watch a lot of totally rubbishy videos! It's pretty well my only vice, now that I've given up sloth and gluttony! Some of them - OK! most of them! - are these Hong Kong produced Martial Art movies with atrociously dubbed dialogue and execrable acting! It relaxes me, somehow - empties my mind. Maybe I've subconsciously picked up a few moves from them."</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"I'd say you'd be a natural, my dear. I could put you in touch with a lady friend of mine. Come and chat to her this evening, if you can spare an hour or two - the two of you would like each other! And now, I think you'd best get dressed. The sight of you is doing my blood pressure no good - not to mention other kinds of pressure!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">He disappeared back to his inner sanctum. Penny, aware after all the excitement, that she was still dripping from the shower and quite nude, assisted Madge to a seat, telling her she would be back in a minute. Then she went to dry and dress herself. She pondered Murphy's words, as she towelled herself and put her working clothes on. It had, in truth, given her quite a buzz to do what she had just done, and she almost regretted the fellow had run off, but she could not imagine ever wanting to fight someone just for the sake of it. No way!</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Madge, a brave and resilient girl, was totally recovered when Penny came back, and the two friends went to the office together.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"How do you come to be here at this time, Madge?" asked Penny.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"Oh! I was early this morning for some reason and thought I'd drop in and walk to work with you when you were ready. Not a good idea as it turned out. I'm going to have a terrible black eye!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">"You already have! I think it suits you! Makes you look mysterious and interesting. It doesn't matter how you explain how you got it! No one will believe you!"</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">Madge said she had no wish to tell others about her experience and just wanted to forget it. Penny agreed. The girls parted for two days, today being Tuesday.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">When she finished work she went round to the gym to change back into her running gear and maybe, see this friend of Pat's.</font></b><b><font color="#663300"></font></b> <p><b><font color="#663300">It was to be avery momentous meeting for both of them. But that will have to wait.)</font></b> <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp; <br><b><font color="#663300"></font></b>&nbsp; </body> </html>

<!doctype html public "-//w3c//dtd html 4.0 transitional//en"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> <meta name="Author" content="Harry"> <meta name="GENERATOR" content="Mozilla/4.7 [en] (WinNT; U) [Netscape]"> <title>Penny 02</title> </head> <body text="#993300" bgcolor="#FFCC99" link="#0000EE" vlink="#551A8B" alink="#FF0000"> <b><font color="#00CC00"><font size=+1>PENNY - HER BAD DREAM AND WHAT FOLLOWED</font></font></b> <br><b><font color="#CC0000">Part Two</font></b><b></b> <p><b>"Hi, Penny! Meet my friend Miranda"</b><b></b> <p><b>Penny looked at Pat's friend. Her first thought, illogical perhaps, was that she looked very little like a Miranda ought to look. If she had been asked what a girl with that name should look like she would have been hard pressed to come up with an answer, but it would have included femininity and a hint, perhaps, of Latin fire. It would not have been a description which included short, almost spiky hair, a hard and lived-in face and a body which looked both spare, hard and gracefully supple all at the same time.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Had a good look? So you're the female Bruce Lee! Glad to meet you!"</b><b></b> <p><b>To say that the above description was uttered in a sarcastic tone would have been utterly to fail to convey the combination of irony and sneering dismissiveness with&nbsp; which the words were spoken. Penny was already more than a little frightened by this woman, a few years older than herself, perhaps, but an age ahead of her in terms of her obvious and arrogant self-confidence. And it was an arrogance firmly based on realism. This was not a woman to trifle with!</b><b></b> <p><b>Miranda turned to Patric.</b><b></b> <p><b>"OK, Paddy! Piss off! Get lost, mate! We've girl things to talk about and girl things to do. I'll lock up."</b><b></b> <p><b>A grinning proprietor ambled back to his office and a few minutes later reappeared dressed in his coat - it was beginning to be a trifle chilly at nights - and left to spend a few convivial hours at the Crown and Anchor before pushing off home.</b><b></b> <p><b>Miranda turned her attention again to Penny.</b><b></b> <p><b>"OK Wonderwoman! Get undressed, and make it snappy. We don't have all night!"</b><b></b> <p><b>Again, the ironic contempt in this woman's voice was not lost on Penny, who began to feel very apprehensive.</b><b></b> <p><b>She took off her jacket, blouse and skirt (she'd have to in any case, if she were to run home rather than catch the train) and stood in her panties, shoes and bra, shivering slightly in the unheated gym.</b><b></b> <p><b>"And the rest! Everything!! Those sensible undies and nice smart shoes and tights. I want to see this fearless naked avenger in the raw, like Patric did earlier!"</b><b></b> <p><b>Tremblingly, she complied and stood naked, barefoot on the cold stone floor, while the hard-faced Miranda inspected her closely.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Soft! Flabby and soft! And I bet you're both those things, through and through in every aspect of your feeble little life!"</b><b></b> <p><b>She emphasized her meaning by grabbing at Penny's stomach and administering a painful belly claw, kneading and pulling away at her soft and ample flesh. She sneered and closed her hand harder, making the poor girl squeal in pain. Then she relaxed her hand and withdrew her grip, smiling in a friendly way, giving light and warmth to her face and making Penny all at once feel a whole lot better about her strange new friend.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Now take a look at what you should look like and will, if you let me take you in hand!"</b><b></b> <p><b>With a deft economy of movement Miranda slipped out of her clothes, leaving them in a neatly folded pile on the floor. Penny was impressed. This woman was so quick and so decisive. And she felt she knew her, somehow. Despite the frisson of hostility between the two of them, she was drawn to Miranda and anxious to earn her approval - why, she hadn't a clue, but she really did want this hard faced bitch to stop despising her.</b><b></b> <p><b>Miranda's body was as hard as her face. She invited Penny to, as she put it, "grab yourself a handful of my belly - if you can!". Tentatively Penny complied, finding that Miranda possessed no such yielding and malleable layer of fat as she did. She was clawing away at an abdomen of total hardness, warm, firm and lean. She longed for a body such as this! All the progress she had made these last energetic weeks seemed pointless when set against this woman's tautly disciplined physique.</b><b></b> <p><b>"What will I need to do in order to be like you? I'll do it - I really will!"</b><b></b> <p><b>"Go through Hell! Sheer bloody hell! Really think you are up to it?"</b><b></b> <p><b>"Yes! I hated myself a few weeks ago, when I was so unfit and have been so pleased with myself lately - until now, that is! I've a long way to go, but I'm definitely going there!"</b><b></b> <p><b>Miranda smiled again - the same warm grin -and started putting Penny through a series of warm up exercises, still nude, as she was always to be when under the tough girl's direction. As soon as Penny was properly warm, which took a while in the increasing chill, Miranda commenced inducting her into the art of kickboxing, being very careful not to make contact with that pretty face and delicate little nose, although the girl was convinced many a time that she was about to be sent reeling! Finally, the time came for Miranda to leave after putting a compliant Penny, for a horribly long time, under a shower of icy cold water. Penny was sternly told never again to take a hot one - either here or at home.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Run along home, now, my girl. No shoes! I want those feet nice and hard by the end of the month, when we step up your training. Try surgical spirit if they start getting sore! See you here tomorrow!"</b><b></b> <p><b>************************************************************************************</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp; <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>Mr. Smith was waiting for her as she finally staggered, barefoot as instructed by her oddly compelling new task mistress, up her gravelled drive, the stones cutting into her already sore feet. The faithful pedigree tomcat mewed piteously. His beloved owner was late and he was hungry. Not only that, but he quite missed her company!</b><b></b> <p><b>She picked him up and kissed his sweet little face, opening the door and dropping him gently into the hallway. He made his way hurriedly to the kitchen and was soon guzzling eagerly away at his dish of cat food.</b><b></b> <p><b>Penny prepared her own healthy, protein rich and starch reduced meal, and retired to the sofa, switching on the TV and putting on a tape. The phone rang. It was Miranda.</b><b></b> <p><b>"And stop watching that crap! Put on something mentally stimulating for once in your rotten lazy life! They're doing "Don Giovanni" tonight - live from Covent Garden. Watch that! I'll have a few questions about it tomorrow and if I get the idea you weren't attending, I'll beat the living shit out of you! Sweet dreams, Penny! Oh...and another thing."</b><b></b> <p><b>What now, thought the weary girl? The harsh voice continued.</b><b></b> <p><b>"I know tomorrow's one of your train days. Forget it! No more train days for you - and shoes are just for the office - take them off now if you're wearing them - and anything else you've got on!</b><b></b> <p><b>"I've booked the gym for Saturday and Sunday nights, as well. No heating over the weekend so you'll need to work harder than ever to stay warm. Seven days a week from now on you're going to be put through it and it'll get harder all the time. Remember what I said about sheer bloody hell?"</b><b></b> <p><b>Penny switched to the appropriate channel and was soon immersed in the glories of Mozart's masterpiece. What an incredibly and wonderfully odd mixture Miranda was! She'd never have taken her to be a lover of the fine arts - never in a million years!</b><b></b> <p><b>She gave her full attention to the performance. At the end, as the audience's applause faded away and the late night news came on, she was very grateful for her new mentor's command. And why was the woman going to all this trouble on her behalf? It wouldn't come cheap if she were paying for such an intensive course as this, and no mention had been made of a fee - she'd need to sort this out next day.</b><b></b> <p><b>==============================================================================</b><b></b> <p><b>The gymnasium was a little late opening next morning and a scantily clad and barefoot Penny was left hopping from one foot to another, trying to keep warm, until Patric arrived, apologising profusely for her inconvenience. He looked down appreciatively at her sore and dirty feet. He smiled. So Miranda had decided to take the girl in hand, had she? How absolutely splendid!</b><b></b> <p><b>She hurried into the gym, hoping none of her colleagues had seen her standing around half naked in her bare feet in the middle of the City! Not a good career move!</b><b></b> <p><b>It was a pleasant surprise for her to find clean underwear and a nice crisp white blouse, waiting for her, placed neatly beside her locker. One reason, apart form the welcome respite from so much exercise, for coming in by more conventional means from time to time was the need to see to things like laundry and clothing changes.</b><b></b> <p><b>Miranda was obviously an expert! The bra and panties fitted perfectly, although they were not the staid and conservative style that Penny usually favoured. She took a look in the mirror and decided that she liked the look of herself in them! Very seductive! Reluctantly she donned her business suit and went off to work and an uneventful day.</b><b></b> <p><b>In the evening Miranda was waiting for her, unembarrassedly naked in front of Patric, to whom she was chatting animatedly as the pupil walked in. Pat made his excuses and left, his mind already fixed on the three pints of draught Guinness in the Crown and Anchor, and the chat with his friend, of whom, more later.</b><b></b> <p><b>Miranda, clenching her fists menacingly, lost no time in interrogating Penny about the opera. Penny eagerly gave her fierce new friend her observations, hoping, fervently that they would be well accepted!</b><b></b> <p><b>"It's been ages since I saw it last, Miranda. I sung in it at school, believe it or not! I thought Donna Elvira was sung beautifully and I loved Lepirello. Not so impressed with the Don, I'm afraid. All in all, though, it was a solid performance and I'm glad you persuaded me to watch it! The famous duet was done splendidly - it always melts me to hear it!"</b><b></b> <p><b>Miranda nodded. "I agree. It wasn't the greatest ever performance, but a joy to hear all the same. And now to business! Off with the clothes, Penny! I like to see you nude, even in your present feeble and flabby state! Let's get straight ahead with the fisticuffs! Put these gloves on - you don't want to hurt those sweet little hands on my hard face! And don't fret, I won't hurt you!"</b><b></b> <p><b>Miranda was as good as her word, and Penny had no need to fear, either for her hands or for Miranda's face - covered, she could now see, by a network of fine scars. She kept aiming straight at her instructor, as urged, but the said face was never any where near her gloved fists, which flailed uselessly at empty air for the entire session. At the end she was drenched with sweat and thirstier than she recollected ever being before. Miranda sat herself on the stone floor and motioned the weary and perspiring Penny to sprawl beside her. She put her hand on the younger girl's shoulder and inspected her flushed features.</b><b></b> <p><b>"You've got the stamina, Penny. All the exercise you've been doing these last months has not been wasted - don't think it has. What worries me about you, though, is that you are much too damned nice for your own or any one else's good.</b><b></b> <p><b>"If only there was a hard edge to you! Do you want to be stuck in your present position for ever? You will be, you know! In five years all the girls and guys who work under you will be miles up the ladder and you'll be stuck where you are now! Such a waste of all that talent!"</b><b></b> <p><b>Penny reddened. She knew all too well that this strange and increasingly compelling woman was dead right. Even Tom Brewster was rumoured to be in line for promotion and he was such a mediocrity! But she couldn't be any one other than herself! And she was happy! She had her own lovely house, left to her by her prematurely and tragically deceased parents, and plenty of money - she didn't have to work at all if she didn't want to! Who needs the rat race, she asked herself?</b><b></b> <p><b>And then she looked at Miranda, whose hand was still lightly resting on her shoulder. Look at her, she thought! Hard as nails and confident in herself - not a person whom anyone could push around. She came to a momentous decision! It would be very satisfying to be like her and worth any amount of effort! Some of those guys at the bank did take advantage of her and it was always galling to a secret part of her, despite her amiable sweet nature.</b><b></b> <p><b>Penny shyly returned the older woman's friendly gesture with a touch of her own hand on the firm shoulder next to her, turning , as she did so, to look into that hard but strangely likeable face. Miranda's face was only inches away from hers and near enough for its warmth to be excitingly perceptible. She felt the lightly exhaled breath against her skin and trembled deliciously. Then they both rose and began to prepare to go their separate ways. The shower seemed a little less traumatic this evening than either the one in the gym last night or her first ever cold shower at home in the morning.</b><b></b> <p><b>Mr. Smith was waiting for her yet again, looking pleased to see the wearily returning Penny running barefoot over the gravel towards him. He had never understood why she wore coverings for her feet and was extremely pleased to see that, at long last, at least one member of the human race was behaving sensibly! How lucky he was to have such a wonderful mistress!</b><b></b> <p><b>After feeding him and herself, she opened the Radio Times to see what appropriate mental stimulus was to be her evening fare today. Observing that, in keeping with the relentless dumbing down of the mass media in this brave new Blairite world, only a selection of mind-numbing pap was on the evening's agenda, she opted for a book instead, and took down Motley's "Rise of the Dutch Republic" from its time-honoured place on the highest shelf in her bookcase. These three volumes had been accumulating an ever deepening layer of dust on their learned leather covers these last few years. She blew the dust away, making both herself and an irritated Mr. Smith sneeze violently.</b><b></b> <p><b>Gosh! What stirring times they must have been, she thought, as she turned the pages and refreshed her memory, reading again of the deeds of William the Silent, et al. The cat slept on the familiar, well loved and now naked, warmth of his darling mistress's still soft and flabby stomach, relieved that the television was switched off for a change. Some evenings he just couldn't hear himself think for the din!</b><b></b> <p><b>If only the contented cat had known that the stomach in question was destined soon enough to become neither soft nor flabby! Never mind, Mr. Smith! It will always be warm - that soon to be systematically, cruelly and mercilessly hardened stomach of the new Penny! And always that belly will be there for you to rest upon! And the heart of your adorable mistress will never cease to be soft as putty insofar as you are concerned!</b><b></b> <p><b>***********************************************************************************</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>Four weeks had passed since Penny Lyle had come under the sway of Miranda, Patric's intimidating but oddly lovable friend. On the second day of her tutelage, Penny had asked this unlikely new buddy what her fee was for the intensive training she was putting her through.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Nothing, my dear. Just the wonderful pleasure of making you suffer and bleed and finally seeing a new and wonderful woman emerge from it all, purified in the fierce and cleansing heat of suffering. That will be reward enough, believe me!"</b><b></b> <p><b>"Bleed?" asked Penny, rather apprehensively.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Purely figurative! Don't fret!"</b><b></b> <p><b>Purely figurative it was for the first few weeks. Penny became ever more skilled in all the moves involved in the sport of kickboxing, but never once did her fist land on that ever moving and ever unhittable face, and, by God, she tried hard enough! Some days she thought she was becoming sharper, and almost hitting the laughing face in front of her, but never could she lay a glove on that elusive target.</b><b></b> <p><b>And then, one day, it happened! A day she would never forget, or wish to forget.</b><b></b> <p><b>Shortly after they had just started an evening session early in November, a glove flipped out from in front of the skillful Miranda and landed plumb on the tip of Penny's nose. It hurt! God! How it hurt! Penny grunted in pain, but put it down to a rare lapse of concentration on Miranda's part. Then her nose was bashed again - much harder this time. Penny sensed that a new phase had been reached in her education.</b><b></b> <p><b>The first punch had made her eyes water. The second made her blood boil! She knew she had to repay this hurt. For the next few minutes she aimed for the now hated face, directing blow after useless blow at the infuriatingly moving target. And all the while that pretty nose of hers was being mercilessly pounded, harder and harder each time.</b><b></b> <p><b>Finally, Miranda directed a quick, light, but economically effective blow at Penny's jaw and sent her to the hard concrete floor. As Penny scrambled to her feet, the brutal teacher laughed and signalled that the session was over. For once Penny was disappointed! She wanted to carry on and on and on until she landed at least one revenge punch on the face of the girl who had just made own face a bleeding throbbingly painful mess. She was close to tears as she considered the humiliation of it all!</b><b></b> <p><b>"Never mind, Penny! Your nose will be right as rain in a few days. Unless it gets another bashing tomorrow, of course. And it will, unless and until you learn how to defend it! You're too slow, my girl - much too slow! See you tomorrow, or have you had enough? Believe me, if you carry on after today, it gets worse - much worse. I'll show you no mercy from now on. You've been warned."</b><b></b> <p><b>"See you tomorrow, Miranda. Don't be late. I won't be!"</b><b></b> <p><b>"Good Girl!"</b><b></b> <p><b>And Miranda briefly kissed her cheek and firmly hugged her. Then both girls left.</b><b></b> <p><b>As she ran home on those by now well seasoned feet of hers, her nose throbbing with pain and the blood still seeping out onto her upper lip and into her mouth, Penny felt better than she could ever remember! Miranda had kissed her and complimented her! She knew enough about the older woman to appreciate that this new stage of her training had only started because she was well and truly ready for it. It made her feel so immensely proud! Her bare feet flew across the distance to her home. When she arrived, she seized a surprised Mr. Smith and held him to her face, kissing him and telling him what a clever mistress he had! "I know that any way you silly bitch, let me down, you daft cow!" Was his unspoken reply!</b><b></b> <p><b>Next day, she was asked by a waggish colleague if she had been drunk again and fallen downstairs! Her reply, to the effect that she had taken up boxing and wasn't too good at it just yet, was greeted by hoots of laughter, until she punched her chief mocker hard and very expertly in the belly leaving him doubled up and gasping for breath.</b><b></b> <p><b>As soon as she saw her boss go into his office she marched straight over and went in without knocking. Not our usual polite and well-mannered Penny, thought Mr Burns!</b><b></b> <p><b>"Why are you giving that cretin Tom Brewster charge of Overseas Accounts instead of me? You know damned well, I'm worth ten of him. It bloody stinks!"</b><b></b> <p><b>An amused Harry Burns sank back into his well upholstered executive chair and smiled up at his favourite subordinate.</b><b></b> <p><b>"The job was always yours for the asking, my dear. The trouble was that you never asked! Now that you have - it's yours! And that is one hell of a red and very sore nose. Are you really serious about taking up the Noble Art?"</b><b></b> <p><b>Penny nodded, smiling happily. "Kickboxing, to be precise. I surprised myself one day when a colleague was mugged and it's sort of grown from there. I love it! Trouble is, my teacher thinks I need to learn the hard way!"</b><b></b> <p><b>Harry told her that the hard way was the only way to learn, and that he would dearly love to be able to shake this teacher by the hand.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Time someone knocked a bit of sense into you, my sweet. I've a shrewd idea that it's thanks to him you're going places at last. About time, too!"</b><b></b> <p><b>"It's a her, as a matter of fact, Harry. I think she's the most fabulous person I've ever met. Tonight she's going to beat me up again! I'd love you to meet her!"</b><b></b> <p><b>She went back to her room. Soon the news that she had got this plum job had got about the building. All morning people were coming to congratulate her, although Tom Brewster was not one of them! Most thought that it could not have happened to a nicer person. None knew that it was only because she had ceased to be quite so nice that she had got the job.</b><b></b> <p><b>***********************************************************************************</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>The next evening was indeed, very painful for Penny! Once Miranda had decided that her nose was sufficiently pulverised, she started to mark, in a very painful way, the rest of that pretty face. Both eyes were blackened and her lovely lips were cut by some brutal and well aimed blows. Penny was forced as never before to concentrate on defending herself. She managed to fend off and evade a fair number of kicks and punches. By the time it was over, she was totally whacked and her head was on fire. They both sank onto the floor at the end.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Well done, Penny. You're getting the hang of it at last! Do you think you can make it home on those tired feet tonight? I've a spare bed at my place!"</b><b></b> <p><b>Penny explained that she did not live alone and must get back, come hell or high water.</b><b></b> <p><b>"I don't live alone either! I'd have liked you to meet my partner! Some other time! I suppose it hurts that battered face of yours far too much to kiss your cruel teacher tonight?"</b><b></b> <p><b>Penny put her arms around her tutor, breathing in the heady smell of their mutual and fight induced sweat, and kissed her hard and long, paying no heed to the pain.</b><b></b> <p><b>"How's that for an answer?" she laughed. "See you tomorrow, Miranda my love!"</b> <br><b>=====================================================================</b><b></b> <p><b>Five more weeks of this went by. Bit by bit, Penny's colleagues saw her face gradually cease to bear so noticeably and colourfully, the marks of her training. In time Miranda was forced to admit that there was little more she could teach her pupil, who was now pretty well as good as she. Henceforth they would meet for the occasional friendly duel and more often than not their evening sessions would end up with a drink at a local wine bar.</b><b></b> <p><b>The more Penny learnt about Miranda the more bewitching she found her company. This was a woman who believed that since Man was Mind Body and Spirit, the health of all three was mutually dependent. Having seen to Penny's body, she began to look to the other two components of her being. They started to go to the theatre from time to time and the opera, of which Miranda was a fanatical devotee. Penny realised that she loved this woman as she had never loved any one before.</b><b></b> <p><b>Thanks to Miranda, that hardest of taskmistresses, she was fast becoming the career woman that part of her had always secretly desired to be. The new job was bringing out all manner of qualities and abilities in her that she would never have imagined herself to possess. Day after day, she was finding out just what a very able and resourceful young lady she was.</b><b></b> <p><b>And it was all because this mysterious person had appeared out of the blue and taken her in hand! She could not imagine that she would ever be able to repay her. A thousand bloodied noses would be a small price to pay for what she had learned from this dear friend!</b><b></b> <p><b>One day, Miranda stopped at the door of the gym as they were on their way out at the end of a session.</b><b></b> <p><b>"I can't teach you a lot more, Penny. You know my moves by heart after all this time! I'd like you to fight a girl I know. I'd be interested to see how you do. I warn you - she's hard and she's good! No audience - just me! Are you game?"</b><b></b> <p><b>Penny agreed, not without misgivings. This had only been a means to an end so far. She had no great desire to reduce some other poor girl to unconsciousness! But she agreed nevertheless.</b><b></b> <p><b>The fight that night was long, hard and very bloody. At the end she stood over the senseless body of her defeated opponent and looked down with a feeling of utter exaltation, despite the fact that her own blood was dripping steadily onto the defeated foe beneath her. When she got home it was a different story. All she felt then, as she prepared for bed, was abject shame! She vowed never again to fight another human being. Not as long as she lived!</b><b></b> <p><b>A week later, she was sent on a trip to the USA and was away for three months, keeping fit at a gym, of course, but not indulging in that addictive sport which she now hoped never to take part in again. The memory of the battered face of that poor girl on the canvass still haunted her. How could she have done that to another woman? What had she turned into? Despite this revulsion, however, a secret part of her still gloried in her hard won proficiency and itched to prove herself again. And again and again and again!</b><b></b> <p><b>==============================================================================</b><b></b> <p><b>Penelope Lyle returned to London and the routines of the office, her superiors unanimous in their praise of the mature, adroit and sure footed way she had handled her foreign assignment. Also she returned to the gym and her barefoot running to and from work. This had come to mean a lot to her. She still dieted rigorously and took only cold showers whatever the season. She continued to undergo training from Miranda and sparred with her in a friendly way every night. It wasn't quite the same, though! The edge was gone.</b><b></b> <p><b>Finally she was persuaded to meet and fight another girl and this time she lost and lost extremely badly! The sheer utter terrible shame of staring up at the ceiling as she was counted out never left her. As she groggily walked back to her changing room, supported by a scornful, angry and utterly unsympathetic Miranda, who furiously promised her a beating to not only match, but far surpass the one she had just had, (a promise she kept!) she vowed that she would never again let this happen to her. She had gone soft these last few months and this was not good enough!</b><b></b> <p><b>The cat, newly adjusted to the return of his mistress after being fed in her absence by an indulgent neighbour who had let him become far too fat, was also disappointed to see his owner being dropped off from a taxi, fully clothed and shod and walking unsteadily to the front door. How dare his mistress shame him like this, by being beaten, when he could lick the ass off any cat within a three mile radius? She saw the reproach in his eyes and wept tears of shame.</b><b></b> <p><b>Next day she went to the gym to face the wrath of her tutor. As soon as Miranda saw her, she barked out an order to the quailing and ashamed Penny.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Get undressed and into that ring, Penny. I promised you a beating to remember for the rest of your miserable rotten life and I keep my promises."</b><b></b> <p><b>This time, Penny did not assume a horizontal position, although she would have dearly liked to as the merciless drubbing reduced her face to a bloody pulpy mess. By a magnificent effort of will she withstood her friend's savage assault and was still just about standing when Miranda confessed herself too exhausted to continue. As soon as the angry tutor had recovered her breath she gasped out. "Why didn't you show that kind of spirit last night, you daft bitch?"</b><b></b> <p><b>"I was just out of practice. Too soon after getting home from the States. And I still had pangs of conscience about that girl I slaughtered before I went away."</b><b></b> <p><b>"Don't worry about her, Penny! She'd have loved to do the same to you, you silly girl! And if she had, she wouldn't be reproaching herself about it. I despair of you sometimes, I really do!"</b><b></b> <p><b>Then Miranda's stern face softened.</b><b></b> <p><b>"You are such a nice girl, though! I love you Penny! Yes, I suppose you're really much, much too nice for this sort of thing. More's the pity - because you're pretty damned good at it!"</b><b></b> <p><b>She put her hands on Penny's shoulders.</b><b></b> <p><b>"If you want to give this up, fair enough, my darling girl. I suppose it's not very ladylike and it's served its purpose by putting a bit of spine and some guts into you! Just don't go back to being Miss Sugar and Spice and all Things Nice again - whatever you do! Get back into that Bank and show them all who's boss! I hope we can still be mates, though!"</b><b></b> <p><b>"Oh, Yes, Miranda. I'll always want you as my friend. I really will!"</b><b></b> <p><b>And this should have been the end of their acquaintanceship, save for the odd friendly chinwag from time to time. But Fate had other ideas. Well! Not Fate, exactly!</b><b></b> <p><b>****************************************************************************</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp;<b></b> <p><b>"Are you alright Penny?" Harry Burns was concerned as he saw the worried look on Penny's face early one Thursday morning.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Yes, Harry. Just a bit worried - it's probably nothing. Just that my cat wasn't waiting for me last night when I got home and that's not like him. He'll turn up soon enough, I expect!"</b><b></b> <p><b>She tried to busy herself with her work, but the tears would not be banished And this was the tough girl who had been painfully and soundly thrashed by Miranda on many an occasion and remained bravely dry eyed throughout. She was so awfully fond of that silly infuriating animal! The phone rang. Probably that disgusting Patric again. Couldn't that creep ever learn to take "No" for an answer?</b><b></b> <p><b>She was far too busy of late to be able to go to his gymnasium every day, and he had been in the habit of ringing her at work. He wanted her to take part in another fight, damn the fellow! She was beginning to think that his introducing her to Miranda had all been part of some deep laid scheme of his.</b><b></b> <p><b>She picked the phone up.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Yes"</b><b></b> <p><b>"Penny my love. I have this fight arranged for you tonight. You will be there, my sweet and get the shit knocked out of you! I have a few friends of yours who want to see it!"</b><b></b> <p><b>"Get lost!"</b><b></b> <p><b>"Penny! You'd like to see that pretty Russian Blue cat again - alive and well?"</b><b></b> <p><b>She froze at this. A rage took over her, such as she had never known before, not even when Miranda had been pounding her nose into her face with such vigour.</b><b></b> <p><b>"You hurt my cat, and I'll kill you. That's no idle threat, either, you bastard! I'd spend the rest of my life in jail just for the pleasure of killing you, and don't think I'm joking. Just try me!"</b><b></b> <p><b>"Won't do Pussy any good, when he's dead and dead in a not very nice way! I want you at the Kennington Community Centre at 6 O'clock tonight to take part in a very special fight. You can't win it, sweetheart, but you'd better put up the show of your life, or else! Stay on your feet for ten rounds before your opponent puts you down and you get your feline friend back alive and well. Otherwise, it's bye bye Puss Cat!"</b><b></b> <p><b>The phone went silent. A distressed Penny could not think what to do. Then she remembered Miranda, whom she had not seen for weeks, since their last fight, when her tutor had punished her so savagely for being beaten the night before by a very low grade opponent. Miranda would help! She knew Patric and all his dirty ways. She would surely help! There was no answer from her number, and she kept trying all morning and all afternoon with no result.</b><b></b> <p><b>The poor distressed girl hardly noticed anything for the rest of the morning and just sat in her room, tears pouring down her face. She did notice Tom Brewster once or twice and it occurred to her that he had a rather satisfied smirk on his flabby chinless face. Realising that tears would not rescue Mr. Smith, she managed to regain some kind of hold on her emotions and forced herself to carry on for the rest of the day.</b><b></b> <p><b>She was at the appointed place at the time specified. What else could she do? She would go to any lengths to rescue her beloved companion. A burly looking bouncer admitted her to the changing area.</b><b></b> <p><b>From the auditorium she heard a growling barrage of noise. The spectators were obviously delighting in something! A seedy little man came into the changing cubicle.</b><b></b> <p><b>"You should be on in about twenty minutes, the way things are going. Only girl fight on the bill! You're the one who gets massacred, I'm afraid darling. You won't stand a chance!&nbsp; I hope you think the money's worth it! That pretty face won't be so nice to look at for a very long time after that other cow has done with it!"</b><b></b> <p><b>Penny asked the man what he meant and he explained that she would enter the ring naked against an opponent gloved and booted with metal strips and with a body well padded to protect her from any blows. Only the face and head of her opponent would be unprotected. She was going to be bloody well slaughtered and the crowd would love it! She nodded her head. So be it, she thought. "Just as long as Mr. Smith is returned safe and well, they can do what they like to me! I'm tough enough by this time, after all said and done!"</b><b></b> <p><b>A roar of sadistic cheers announced the end of the current fight and Penny was ushered naked into the arena. She climbed into the ring, with easy practised skill and looked across at her well armoured opponent. It was Miranda! Her friend!</b><b></b> <p><b>Miranda looked every bit as surprised as she! She did not look as if she relished what she was going to be asked to do, and Penny began to suspect something. It would have to wait until after, though. She had a cat to rescue.</b><b></b> <p><b>Then the referee announced the contenders for the next bout and Penny was introduced as the "Naked Avenger" It all clicked!</b><b></b> <p><b>Her dream! This was the beginning of the fight whose bloody but triumphant ending she had dreamed of so many times until the dreams mysteriously ceased. She looked around at the arena and all was exactly as she had seen it!</b><b></b> <p><b>And Miranda! Of course the woman had looked familiar the first time they had met! This was the opponent who was to half kill her for thirteen long horrible rounds only to be beaten at the end!</b><b></b> <p><b>She was totally calm now. OK! So she about to take the beating of her life, but she would win and last the requisite number of rounds and her darling friend would be safe. What else mattered?</b><b></b> <p><b>All went as she had dreamt, save for one small detail. She did not put her bare foot on the fallen body of her friend. Instead, she knelt down on one bloody knee and put her arm under Miranda's head, helping the dazed but reviving girl to her feet and helping her out of the ring and back to the dressing room. The audience did not like this piece of chivalry, utterly foreign to their nature, but they had had their fun and Penny was not about to let them have any more.</b><b></b> <p><b>A friendly official brought the girls a cup of sweet and strong tea apiece. Penny let Miranda recover for a while. Then she spoke. "Why did you come to fight in this crummy sleaze pit, Miranda?"</b><b></b> <p><b>"I was about to ask you the same, darling Penny. I knew I was beaten the minute I saw you get in the ring!"</b><b></b> <p><b>"Really!" said an astounded Penny. "I knew I was bound to WIN in the end. I dreamt it all months ago"</b><b></b> <p><b>Miranda put her cup down and stared disbelievingly at her protege.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Of course, Penny! I knew there was something about you the minute I met you. You are the girl who beat me in my dream all those months ago. And you had the same dream in reverse? Is that what you're saying?"</b><b></b> <p><b>By various kinds of cross checking the amazed pair were able to establish that they had their mirror image dreams on exactly the same nights and that both girls' dreams had stopped at the same time.</b><b></b> <p><b>"But why did you come here tonight, Penny?" asked Miranda.</b><b></b> <p><b>Penny explained and Miranda looked sad herself.</b><b></b> <p><b>"I had my Siamese kidnapped and was told to be here, or else. I'd die to save that little darling. I even half killed you for her sake, God forgive me!"</b><b></b> <p><b>There was a muffled knock on the door and the girls said "Come in" but no one came in. Penny went and opened the door and two cat baskets were on the threshold.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Oh Boofums, darling!" said Miranda.</b><b></b> <p><b>"BOOFUMS!!" shrieked Penny. "A hard nut like you and you call your cat BOOFUMS! I don't bloody believe it!"</b><b></b> <p><b>She looked at the other basket and tears started to flow.</b><b></b> <p><b>"And here's dear lovely Mr Smith! Oh you lovely old sod! Come here and be kissed!"</b><b></b> <p><b>The two cats were released and allowed themselves to be kissed by their respective and very tearful owners. They then inspected each other and seemed pleased at what they saw, purring loudly and rubbing themselves against each other.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Come on, Miranda. Time to get these two home. Give me a call in a couple,of hours. I think we've both got a bit of arse to kick in the next couple of days! And - Oh Boy, aren't we going to love kicking it! We'll take Patric and his gym apart tomorrow, and that'll just be for starters! How did he think he could ever get away with it?"</b><b></b> <p><b>Miranda started to get ready to go back home with her Boofums. Then she had a thought.</b><b></b> <p><b>"Did you see anyone you knew in that dump, Penny? 'Cause I bloody did! Two of your colleagues, one of them being Patric's gay partner, one Tom Brewster! They've been hanging about his gym for a while, only never when you're around! Make any kind of sense to you?"</b><b></b> <p><b>Too bloody right it made sense, she thought with her anger at that piece of shit rising by the second! Was he ever in for a nasty shock in the morning! The two friends embraced. Penny winced as her horribly battered face came into contact with Miranda's, but she kissed her firmly and for a long and hugely enjoyable time - pain or no pain! Then she took her darling pet back home. Time enough on the morrow to sort out those swine!</b><b></b> <p><b>And she did. But that is another story!</b><b></b> <p><b>THE END</b> <br><b></b>&nbsp; <br><b></b>&nbsp; </body> </html>

Chi by Miles Naismith "Any new business?" asked Daphne Fraser, President of the Epping Forest Women's Club. "Yes, ma'am, Madame President," said Sally Saarensen. "I know I'm the new kid on this block, but I'd like to suggest an alternative to another Chinese dinner or a talk on gardening. I move that the next monthly meeting be held at the Cock o' the Walk Pub instead of the China Inn." In the ensuing babble of conversation, a voice asked, "Isn't that one of those Chippendales-type places?" "More like Clydesdales, if my friend is right," Sally murmured, then louder, "Yeah, that's the general idea." Daphne choked back her laughter as she listened to the chaotic reaction to Sally's proposal. Trust Sally to shake 'em up, she thought. I do believe she positively delights in playing the liberated provocateur. Finally, it seemed clear that the proposal would not pass, despite an undercurrent of interest and curiosity in several of the voices. Too bad, she thought. "All right, ladies, order. Is there a second to Sally's motion?" After a long pause, she said, "Motion fails for want of a second. Anything else? Well then, meeting adjourned." Later, sitting in Sally's living room, Daphne and Sally sipped drinks and chatted about the meeting. "Did ya see the look on Betty's face? I thought she was going to choke!" "Sally, you shouldn't do those things to our neighbors and friends... compared to you, they are virtually unarmed when it comes to sexual upfrontedness. Give them a break." "Upfrontedness? Wow, you really are from the Sixties! Okay, Ms. Tolerance, I'll lay off them, but what about you? You looked like you wanted to go. And I know why." "This ought to be good... so, why's that, Dr. Freud?" "Your in a rut, girlfriend. Your kids are gone, and you have time for fun, but you're not getting any. Time to get wild, girl. Time to do something your mother warned you against." "I've done wild. We went to nude beaches in Europe, and I've been topless in the Caribbean. And we used to do a little dope before we had the kids. I don't always colour inside the lines, you know." "Dope? Oh yeah, you mean 'Mary-jew-wanna.' Hell, everyone who went to college back then tried that. And I'll bet you were so self conscious you never looked to see what men were eyeing you on the nude beaches...although I'll bet you felt real 'free,' defying convention like that! Phui. Come to the Cock o' the Walk with me." "I don't think so, Sally, but not because I'm uptight about it. I just don't think I could get that enthusiastic over stuffing dollar bills into the pouch of some over-muscled moron while squealing with girlish glee about how naughty I was being." "Well, then, come with me to yoga class. Like Ken Lee recommended." "I don't buy all that mystic Eastern stuff about controlling the flow of chi and all that. I liked the self-defense course, and I like Ken Lee's teaching style. I don't need some yogi telling me to meditate on the wonders of Krishna while assuming unnatural positions. And what's yoga class got to do with it?" "Well, I believe in chi, and so does Ken. He said he felt it in us when he singled us out to join the yoga class. It's being given by his former teacher, and as to its relevance, the class is going to be in the nude." Daphne arrived home with no conscious memory of the drive from Sally's house. She had been thinking about Sally and what she had said. She had not had a friend that she felt so close to, that she could share confidences with, since high school, and she found that Sally filled a void in her life that she hadn't even known she had had. But sometimes Sally hit too close to the mark. She was in a rut-a nice, comfortable rut, but a rut nonetheless. She had her books and her garden, her comfortable house, and her routine. Her husband was comfortable, too. She loved him, but she had known him, it seemed, forever. She loved being in bed with him, but she had to admit, she secretly wanted more. Reading erotica on the Web, secret masturbation to her fantasies - not even Sally knew about that - had awakened a yearning for that first giddy excitement of discovering sex, and later, of trying its variations each for the first time. She wanted to feel again like she felt when her husband, when he was then her boyfriend, had been the first to rub her between her legs. Lord, she had felt naughty that night-the first time her parents had allowed her to wear a miniskirt on a date. Maybe she did need to do something risky. But yoga in the nude? Posturing in unflattering positions that would exhibit every part of her body? It was easy for Sally-Sally was only thirty-two and had a face and body that made lesser women contemplate pacts with the Devil... not to mention her sexually uninhibited nature. She would be checking out the eyes of the men to see if they were looking, and probably checking out other parts of their bodies as well. Daphne knew she wouldn't look, but she'd feel every eye burn her skin like a hot iron. Over dinner that night, she said to her husband, "Did I tell you that my self-defence instructor took me aside and told me I had great potential? Sally too. He suggested we study with his old teacher." "Just you and Sally? Hmm, only the two most beautiful women in the class are invited, eh? Sounds like self-defense is not what he had in mind studying..." "Oh, stop it. But you're right that it's not self-defense. He says we need something both strenuous and meditative. He wants us to take a yoga class." "So, do you want to do it?" "I don't know, honey. It's flattering, but..." "But?" "Well, he says his teacher is very traditional and strict, and that his teacher says clothes restrict movement and interfere with his ability to see whether the student has achieved the correct posture." "Nude yoga? Sounds like an adolescent boy's dream. But you are a mature woman. And you'll know whether the class is serious very quickly. Why don't you give it a try." As soon as she heard the phrase "mature woman," Daphne knew she would be taking the class. Her husband hadn't meant it that way, but she would prove she still had it, even at fifty. She had kept in shape, and her body was quite satisfactory, thank you. Maybe her hips were a little exaggerated compared to runway models, and maybe her breasts were only adequate, rather than the pumped up DDs that men's magazines favoured... maybe Playboy wasn't beating down her door for a pictorial, but she had seen men look at her. And she knew that "mature" was not the first thing that came to their minds. And so it was that she and Sally found themselves nude under short silk robes, two of three women among seventeen men of the class, facing a wall of mirrors in a karate studio, waiting for their teacher to appear. Feeling enormously self-conscious, she noted that the men also seemed nervous. And then, suddenly, as if he had appeared from thin air, a man stood in front of them. A man with disconcertingly blue eyes under a jet-black head of hair, looking out from an almost olive complexion. A man whose eyes seemed bottomless, whose utter calm seemed in contrast to his aura of command-a man who could only be their teacher. "Relax. Sit down." He matched action to words, dropping effortlessly into the lotus position. Several of the students, including Sally and Daphne unhesitatingly followed suit. So great was the teacher's presence that Daphne did not even blush at the exposure caused by the short robe and the lotus seat until she happened to glance down, several seconds later. "My name is Sean Callahan. I will be your teacher. Please call me 'Sensei' within these walls. I know it's not a traditional title for yoga, but it's what I'm comfortable with. Let me tell you a little about the class before we start. You are all here because someone has recommended you to me as having strong chi. Two ladies come from a self-defense class, Mr. Evans from another Yoga class with another master, and the rest from martial arts classes. My goal will be to help you develop your sense of and control of your chi. "I have studied the various Eastern religious doctrines traditionally surrounding chi, and frankly, I don't believe religion is the answer. I do believe that the body contains something more than its physical components. Call it a soul, call it chi, call it The Force from Star Wars, call it whatever you like. I use the term chi. Sometimes chi manifests itself in a body as perceptible energy. Advanced martial artists have all felt it, and some can summon it at will. The hysterical strength that lets a mother pull a door off a car to save her baby is a manifestation of chi. Different people manifest it different ways. We'll begin with yoga for all of you. Yoga gives you a good base. But I may find that your chi needs a different discipline to respond to, so don't try to judge yourself by what others are doing." By the fifth week, Daphne no longer blushed when she dropped her robe to begin the class. Being one of three women in a class of twenty no longer bothered her. She no longer felt the eyes of the others, the men. In fact, she knew they weren't even looking. Their concentration, like hers, was turned inward, in an attempt to master a recalcitrant body, to focus a wandering mind, and especially to earn the very rare words of praise delivered so parsimoniously by Sensei. At home, she practiced diligently. She knew she didn't have the flexibility that came with lifelong yoga training, so she concentrated on balance and strength. But try as she might, she couldn't attain the level of focus at home that she did at the dojo. After several weeks, she had mentioned it to Sensei, and he had asked to see her house. "Dear," she said to her husband, "Sensei wants to see the house. I told him I couldn't concentrate as well here, and he asked to come by. I invited him to dinner Thursday night. I hope you don't mind." "Mind? No, indeed. I've been wanting to meet the leader of your cult for quite a while." "What do you mean, 'cult'? It's just a yoga class." Her husband laughed. "Just a class? I haven't seen you so serious about anything for years. And, to hear you talk-and Sally-too, you'd follow this guy off a cliff if it would earn some praise from him. Heck, yeah, I want to meet this Svengali to see what's so special." "Well, it's not like that at all," she replied, "and you will see him Thursday." She fussed and cooked and worried all day Thursday. She cleaned and straightened. She wanted everything perfect. She hardly noticed her husband when he arrived home, greeting him with a perfunctory kiss and distracted thanks for the wine he had brought home to accompany dinner, before returning to her chores. And then he was there. Looking past her husband to the man framed by the open doorway, she was startled. After the introductory lecture, she had hardly looked at him in the dojo. She felt his presence, heard his instruction, and even watched his demonstrations-but she had been turned inward, concentrating so hard, that she hadn't really looked at him. But, in that doorway, when his icy-blue eyes looked past her husband and focused on her, she felt like the world had been reduced to a tunnel, running from those eyes to hers. She was certain he had felt it, too. Dinner passed like a dream to her. She did her part with the small talk-"Sure and begorra, yes, I'm pure Irish... but Black Irish, y'know," he had said. It was all she remembered later-served and removed like a good hostess, and gave no outward sign of it, but she knew something had changed. Even when he corrected her with casual good humor, "Not 'Sensei' here-call me Sean," she knew the relationship now involved her conscious acknowledgement of him as master. Time and again she turned to find his eyes on her, and each time it took a conscious effort of will to turn away. Finally, dinner was over, and he asked to see where she practiced. She led the way to the sun porch. Her mat was already laid out as it was when she practiced, in front of the sliding glass doors that lead to her garden. "I think I see the problem," he said. "I know it sounds crazy, but the Chinese really do have something in feng shui. This room is not harmonious." Turning to her husband, he said, "Will you humor me by helping me rearrange a few things? I'll gladly help put them back if you don't like the result." Soon the room contained much the same items of furniture, but somehow looked like a different place. One old chair was banished, and a small table with a flower arrangement-the centerpiece from dinner-on it was added. Sally and her husband both voiced their approval. "It feels okay to me," he said, "but we won't really know until you try it, Daphne. Please do a few postures for us." Daphne blushed, and tried to demur, but her husband said he'd like to see what she had learned himself. She started to drop into the lotus, but her slacks pulled against her. She looked at him, and he said, simply, "Correct form, please." He wasn't smiling. She blushed furiously, and began to unbutton her blouse. She blushed down to the tips of her breasts as she stripped, and kept her eyes away from her husband. Finally, nude, she turned toward the flower arrangement and drew in her focus. Almost on its own, her body flowed through her postures, moving smoothly from one to the next, as perfect a routine as she had ever done in the dojo. She felt like she had felt when she was hitting the man in the Red Man Suit in the finale of the self-defense class. Not thinking-just kicking and punching, as she had been taught. A feeling of energy-gathering, energy that released in a final flurry of blows, leaving a feeling of all, and yet a feeling of nothingness. Yoga was different, of course, but she felt the same warmth, the same energy, gather as she moved, and it seemed to concentrate in her lower abdomen. The postures felt effortless. She settled into stillness in the lotus at the end, and then flinched, startled, when her husband applauded. Blushing, she turned to see him, his eyes boring into hers. He gave her a small bow, no more than a nod. He approved. It gave her an almost sexual jolt of pleasure. He stood and said, "I think that's done it. Thank you so much for the delightful dinner. It has been a pleasure. Don't get up, I'll see myself out." When the front door closed, her husband was on her immediately. No words were needed for them to know they were both ready. They didn't make love, there on the floor-they fucked liked teenagers stealing time together when the parents were out. It was what they both needed. It was what she needed. Later, in bed, he kidded her again about it being a cult to get her to do that, but he allowed as how if it were a cult, he approved if he could reap the benefits. She hugged him to her, feeling her love for him envelop them even as she remembered the little nod Sensei had given her. After her next class, he had held her back with a hand on her shoulder. At his instruction, she found herself kneeling, Japanese style, on a cushion in Sensei's office. While she waited for him, she took in the stark, traditional emptiness of the room: tatami mats, a low desk or table with another cushion behind it, a niche containing a single smooth rock, and a wall hanging of what looked like Chinese or Japanese calligraphy. She was also surprised to find that the mirrored door to the office she had seen from the other side was actually half-silvered. From the inside of the office, it was nearly transparent, giving her a good view of the great hall of the dojo where she had just been doing her postures. "I asked you-no, don't turn around, remain still-I asked you to stay today to talk to you about the other night at your house. You felt it, didn't you?" Sitting still as commanded, she answered the voice behind her, "I'm not sure what you mean, Sensei." "You felt your chi. You felt this..." She hadn't heard him move, but his voice was a whisper beside her ear. Suddenly she felt his presence, felt heat at her back... No, inside her back. "Lace your fingers on the back of your head, like prisoners do. Keep them there." It was the voice of command, no less demanding for being whispered. She put her hands up behind her head and intertwined her fingers. She felt, as much as saw, his hands come around her waist. Careful not to touch her, his hands untied the belt to her robe. When she started to move her arms, he said, "Be still." She resumed her position as his hands opened her robe. "Move your knees apart." His hands moved up, close to her but not touching, until his palms were opposite her cheeks. He held them there, and she felt the heat again, like a blush, and yet different. He moved his hands down, very slowly, still close but never touching, and heat seemed to follow them. He paused with his hand cupped around, but still not touching, her breasts. Her nipples, already erect, seemed to become a focus for the heat, as if the breasts funnelled it to the points. She was almost disappointed when his hands moved on, down again slowly. As his hands moved between her thighs, he put his right hand over his left to keep from touching her. It seemed to double the intensity of the heat, which seemed to flow from his hands to her sex. She felt as if she were getting warmer and warmer, filling with heat like a coffee cup fills from the pot. Her clitoris was tumescent, wanting. She was filled with desire, with a need for climax, with a need to be touched. His right hand moved up quickly and pulled her right hand away from her head, and down to the heat. He pushed her hand against her mons and said, "Release your chi." Her need was great, and she masturbated in front of him without reservation, without blushing. She came in great, gasping moans, feeling an intensity to her climax that stunned her. She had read about people, in China perhaps, who inserted knotted ropes in the anus of their partner, and pulled them out at the moment of climax. She felt the knots of energy in her belly leave her through her sex in what she imagined was a similar feeling, dissipating themselves in her orgasms. When she was through, he pulled her back against his chest, and supported her. "I saw it that night. Your chi is gathered and intensified by submission, freed with sex. I bet you and your husband fucked as soon as I left, and I bet it was good for you. We'll continue the yoga to help you learn to focus your mind, but we'll need some other exercises to focus your chi." She said, wearily, drained by the intensity of the experience, "Are you going fuck me now?" She knew she would not resist. "I'll see you next week at class," was the reply. "Go home now." He was not in the room when she finally rose, grabbed her clothes, and drove home in her robe. And, although she had walked out dragging, driving home in only her short thin robe was like a shot of adrenaline-and an aphrodisiac. The further she drove, the more she realized that she was practically naked. Her robe didn't cover her mound when she sat in the car, and every movement tended to loosen the hold of the belt, threatening to let her breasts escape. She almost hoped a truck or van would drive by, so the driver could see her. It didn't happen, but by the time she got home, she was ready. Her husband never knew what hit him, but it wasn't tender lovemaking. He didn't complain. She brooded over events for a week, and considered quitting the class. But she was there again for the next class, self-conscious at first. She surprised herself with her discipline, though, quickly turning inward toward the meditative blankness she sought. Even as she felt the energy, the chi, building in her again, she was not distracted by thoughts of the previous week's episode. It was only when class was over, and she received no instruction to stay, that realized she wanted it to happen again. She fumed all the way home. Not only had Sensei ignored her, but Sally had been tapped on the shoulder, and held back as the class left. Worse yet, it happened again the next week. Sally was kept back. Daphne thought she was angry, but she knew what she really wanted-for Sensei to notice her, to praise her, to tap her shoulder and keep her back. She worked even harder in class, trying to please him. But her mind was too full. Finally, the third week after the "lesson," she resigned herself to losing out to Sally, and put thoughts of praise aside. She focused her mind and did it for herself, not for Sensei's eye. The class was over before she knew it, the time having passed unnoticed in her concentration. She was surprised by the hand on her shoulder. "You concentrated well in class. It is time for your next lesson. Go to my office and kneel on the cushion behind the desk. Close your eyes and wait for me." Her eyes were closed as instructed when she heard the door open. She resisted the urge to turn and look. She never heard him enter, but she sensed his presence behind her. Silently his hands came around her again. It began as a repeat of the previous lesson. Her knees were already spread wide this time, so no words were needed. When his hands stopped in front of her sex, she could feel the energy and desire build. Then the phone rang, and his hands disappeared. Between rings, she heard him shift behind her, and then a speakerphone echoed Sally's voice. "Daphne, Daphne, are you there?" Sal sounded out of breath. Daphne didn't know whether she should answer, but her indecision was made irrelevant when he said, "She's listening. Tell her what's happening." "Oh God, Daphne, Ken Lee, from our self-defense class, he's here and he stripped me and tied me. He's going to spank me, and you have to help me. You are the..." Whack! "Ow! ...only one that can." He spoke again. "Tell her what she has to do." "Please, Daphne, you have to come. Ken will spank me until..." Whack! "Oh, shit... ...until you come." "Open your eyes, Daphne," he commanded. He was naked, by the door that led to the dojo floor. The half-silvered door. The door through which she could see a naked Sally tied to something like a sawhorse, butt up. A rosy butt, with Ken Lee, naked and erect, with his hand raised. A cell phone lay on the floor beneath Sally's face. "Tell her what to do, Sally." "Please, Daphne, touch yourself." Whack! "...Unngh. Do it, Daphne. Please." As if controlled by an external force, her hands cupped her breasts, and she began to caress them gently. She slowly moved her hands down, blushing furiously. She tentatively stroked her mound, blushing furiously under his gaze. "Daphne?" Whack! "Are you doing it? Please do it, Daphne." "She's doing it, but without much enthusiasm. Could be a long night for you, Sally." Whack! "Shit, that stings! Oh, Lord, Daphne, do it fast. Make yourself come!" Daphne speeded up her stroking, but she was distracted. She couldn't take her eyes off him, and that erection. But she was seeing Sally in her mind's eye, tied and spanked, almost wishing it were her in Sally's place. Whack! "Oooow." "She's doing better now, Sally, but I think it will be slow going like this. Do you think I should help her, Sally?" "Yesss! Let him have you, Daphne. Let him make you..." Whack! "...make you come." Once again, his hands hovered over her mons, over her hands, never touching. Once again, the heat seemed to concentrate in her abdomen, then in her groin. And then she came. Loudly, fully, feeling complete release. The pleasure was suddenly overshadowed by a feeling of transcendence in her mind-a feeling of oneness with all, yet nothingness at the same time. And then it was gone, leaving the departing flashes of pleasure like the aftershocks of an earthquake. She lay back with her legs open in silent invitation. She waited for him to enter her. Instead, his erection wilted and he spoke into the phone. "She came." She heard, "Oh, thank you, Daphne. Thank you. I don't know how much longer I could have taken it. Shit, I'm hot." Then Ken Lee's voice, "I have my finger in her, and she's wet as hell. What should I do to her, Daphne?" Daphne was surprised when she heard her own voice whisper, "Fuck her hard." He repeated her words into the phone, "She said, 'Fuck her hard,' Ken." She saw Ken move behind Sally, and heard a gasp, and then the phone went dead. He pulled a curtain across the door and shrugged on his clothes. "You didn't concentrate this time, Daphne. You let yourself be distracted. I could feel the chi, but it was unfocused. I thought you had shown me you could overcome distraction. Work on the yoga. When you are ready, we'll have another lesson." He walked out. She slumped back, her mind in turmoil. In a corner of her mind, she noted that she was not troubled deeply by what she had done, as to how it affected her marriage. feeling an "I'll think about that later" box slam down around those feelings. Instead, she was crushed that he had scolded her. And rejected her. What did he want me to do? she thought. Sally on the phone, me naked and masturbating in front of a man not my husband... How was I to concentrate on chi, damn it? Deeper, where she could pretend it wasn't so, she wondered why he didn't find her attractive enough to take her. Keeping the incident in a mental box, she went about her normal routines. Some guilt trickled out, expressed by going out of her way to please her husband, but mostly she applied herself to acting as if nothing had happened. With two exceptions: she tried to avoid having to speak to Sally, and she skipped her classes at the dojo. She knew if she saw either Sensei or Sally, she would not be able to hide her embarrassment. After missing two classes, he called. "Be in class tomorrow." No greeting, no inquiries as to why she had missed, just a one-sentence command, and a connection broken. She tried to feel anger-outrage at his presumption-but couldn't sustain it. She was in class the next day. And nothing happened. She and Sally had exchanged blushes, and sealed with their eyes an unspoken pact not to speak about it. They found that they dropped easily back into their prior relationship, with only the tiniest wariness of each other. Sensei acted no differently, making his usual critiques of her technique and focus. A great weight, that she had not known had existed, was lifted from her. After a while, though, she began to get depressed. Three classes... three weeks... and no instruction to stay late. She was not sure she wanted to get the summons-she still wasn't even letting herself think about how this all related to her husband-but she couldn't help wondering what was wrong with her. Twice in those three weeks, Sally had stayed late. Daphne had waited outside, parked down the street. Sally had come out about an hour and a half later, obviously bantering and flirting with Ken Lee and Sensei as they locked up. She wondered what Sally had that she didn't. But she knew what Sally had. Comparative youth and that gorgeous body. How was she to compete? The depression didn't last. Daphne was strong-minded anyway, and she found that her work in the dojo had given her discipline to go with that strength, when she used it. She found that she could now easily put aside her jealousy of Sally, and enjoy the intimacy that her friendship offered again. Indeed, she found the inner resources to transcend many of life's small intrusions, while concentrating on building herself from the inside. Her husband had noticed the change, commenting on her serenity and self-confidence. The feeling of energy built inside her easily as she did her exercises now, leaving her feeling vigorous and refreshed, even after a strenuous session. And her sex life had blossomed. She sought out her husband often, and performed with an abandon that she had never had before, even better than the novelties of youth. Her husband had not commented directly, but after many years of routine, he was suddenly inclined to impromptu gestures of affection-unexpected flowers, mouthing "I love you" across the room at a party, hand-drawn cards and notes. Neither of them complained. Having put the strange and sexual "lessons" out of her head as some kind of experiment by Sensei that didn't work, now given up as a failure, she was surprised when he called. As usual, there were no polite inquiries as to how she was doing, just a statement and a command. "You have progressed well. You are ready for another lesson. There is an envelope on your front door with instructions." That was all. She quickly put down the phone, and hurried to the door. The envelope had been wedged between the door and jamb, and it fell when she opened the door. She grabbed it and ripped it open. "I will be at your house tomorrow at two. Leave the front door unlocked. You will be on your exercise mat, nude, blindfolded, in the extended Child's Posture. When you hear me approach, you will raise your hips off of your heels and wait. You will not move, take off the blindfold, or speak, or the lesson will end. To confirm that you are ready for your lesson, and that you understand your instructions, you will tape a note to the outside of your door, written out in your handwriting, that says exactly the following: 'Nudity is required. No talking, or it will be ended. I am on my exercise mat, in the correct posture, waiting.'" He can't be serious, she thought. Does he really expect me to kneel, blindfolded, with my bare butt up for whatever stranger tries the door? She tore the note in half and tossed it in the little trash container by the door. When her husband arrived and went on to the bedroom to change, she had quickly pulled the note out again, hiding it in her current book. To make sure he doesn't happen upon it, she told herself. It took all her newfound discipline get through that night without seeming unduly distracted. The next day she told herself that she should call Sensei to tell him not to bother. But she remembered he closed the dojo on Wednesdays, and she didn't know his home number. Well, she thought, he'll get the message when the door is locked with no note. At five minutes to two, she was no longer trying to kid herself. The door was unlocked, the note was there, and she was nude on her mat, making the salaam that was the extended Child's Posture. She was doing every meditative exercise she could think of to stay calm. When she heard the door open, her resolve almost faltered. Her hands started for the blindfold, as she began to raise her forehead from the mat. But then she mentally shook herself, and focused inward. She pushed her fear from her mind, and let it clear. She had already begun to feel the warmth, the energy, gathering in her as she relaxed. Her will was gone, dissipated like dew under the sun. She knew she would submit to him. When she heard the steps behind her, she raised her hips, keeping her forehead on the floor and her arms extended in front of her. In a corner of her mind, she knew the vision she presented. There was only one reason for her to be in this position, and she knew she wanted it. She was going to be fucked. She assumed it would be Sensei. If not, it would be at Sensei's command. Either way, she was here, now, to offer herself; to be fucked. She felt her labia blossom under the eyes of her unseen observer. She felt like her essence had begun to flow to her mound, a charge building as if she were a thundercloud, getting ready for the lightning to strike. She sensed him go to his knees behind her. She was not surprised when she felt him enter her in one sure thrust. She had expected his entry to discharge her build up, but instead, his steady, long strokes seemed to pump her up. She was surprised when she heard someone walk to her front and kneel. It was a man's smell. She almost spoke, before accepting her position. The man in front of her put his hands gently on her head and raised her up. She felt something on her lips, and took him into her mouth. She half expected this to break the spell, but instead the erection in her mouth also seemed to pump that charge, that energy, into her. It couldn't have been long that they were in her, but to her it seemed like forever. The two men pumped, literally and figuratively. She felt almost like a balloon, getting bigger and bigger. Wanting, needing, to burst. But getting no release yet. And then she heard the door open again. The two men held her still. The cock in her mouth began to spurt, and she was forced to swallow. She thought the man in her vagina had also come. Then, as quietly as they had come, they withdrew. She heard them exit through the glass doors. She put her forehead to the floor again and waited. Again she heard the footsteps, and sensed someone kneeling behind her. She felt a hand rub her wet slit, and then another erection entered her. But this time it was no long steady stroke-it was fast and hard. Hands gripped her hips and pulled her back against him. Her cheeks bounced off his pelvis. She felt herself reaching the breaking point. She could take no more. She exploded in orgasm. She felt the built-up charge arc out of her body like a spark-no, like lightning. Her sheath convulsed again and again, and her silence was no more. She moaned out her pleasure and her release. Her fervor was too much for the man behind her. He jammed his cock in as far as it would go and grunted out his own release, convulsing himself several times. Again she felt that fleeting sense of transcendence, the feeling of all, and of nothing. Then she lost consciousness. When she awoke, her blindfold was off and her husband was pushing back damp, stray strands of hair from her forehead. His own forehead showed beads of sweat, but his flushed face sported an enormous grin. She idly wondered if he had seen Sensei and the other man leave, if knew he had slid into another man's come. Still not speaking, he got up and offered her his hand. They walked, nude, to the bathroom. It wasn't until they stood, arms around each other in the shower spray, with a newly erect cock pressed between them that a word was spoken. He said, "I love you. I can't believe you did this. I was hard all the way home after I got your message." For a second, she was puzzled. She had not left a message. Then she smiled, and pulled him down to her and kissed him. "That was amazing. Incredibly intense. I swear, it almost felt like you were taking my excitement and adding yours, and then giving it back to me. Is this some yoga trick? I approve." She knew then that the power Sensei had over her did not come from him, but rather was given to him by her. She had just demonstrated to herself she could share that power with her husband, her love. Sensei was exciting, but he was no longer necessary. "Yeah, the yoga has done something for me that makes the sex with you great again. But it also affects me in class. Sensei has hinted that my chi is tied up with my sexuality, and that I will only progress if my lessons involve sexual activities. I think he is right. Lord knows I get so hot I want to fuck the nearest man when I feel the pressure of chi. So I've decided to quit the classes." "Are you sure? I've never seen you so happy and confident, and I know I enjoy the side effects." "Babe, let me make it clear to you. He mentioned tantric sex to me in the last class. I looked it up on the Internet. There was a lot of mumbo jumbo about chakras and delayed or continuous orgasms that affect spirituality, but there is no doubt in my mind that the lessons will involve real sex. Sensei, and maybe others, having sex with me. I belong to you, my husband. I know that as sure as I know anything. I won't do anything to hurt you." She blushed and looked down, remembering what she had already done, but determined not to let it happen again. "Daphne, do you love him? Do you want him?" The questions shocked her, but helped her resolve her last bit of confusion. "No, honey, I don't love him. I respect him and admire him. And yes, I want him. Or rather, I want to continue the journey. If I go back, sooner or later, I'll let him have me. So I'm not going back." He bent her over and took her from behind. As he thrust himself into her, he said, "Go back to class next week." Again the heat built in her. She hardly noticed as the hot water began to tail out. This time, when she saw Sensei at the next class, it was she that nodded. His return bow was deep. It was better than effusive praise. She wondered what the next lesson would be. ?? ?? ?? ??

Gerry's Gift by Miles Naismith My father's funeral was short and to the point, just as he wanted. Captain Jean Pierre Devereux, U.S.N. (Ret.), may have flown helicopters, but he was a sailor in his soul. We sang "Eternal Father, strong to save . . ." and the Navy service for burial at sea was said, despite his interment in the solid earth of the little Episcopal Church in St. Mary's City, next to my mother's grave. And then, clad in my regulation black dress and poker face, I accepted the sympathy of the assembled, taking what comfort I could from the obvious respect shown for my father by men in the uniforms of many services. Among them, Dondi stood out, wearing a prayer shawl, sidelocks, and black hat. He knew Dad in Viet Nam and Desert Storm, and they were hunting buddies afterward. Dondi got his nickname from a round, guileless face said to resemble some cartoon strip character from before my time. He still looked that way when he took me aside afterwards and we sat in the Rector's office to talk. "Quite a disguise," I said. "Covert ops? I'd have thought you would have worn your uniform." "I haven't put on my uniform in several years. Besides, my haircut is no longer regulation. Just going back to my roots," smiled Dondi. "In fact, speaking of going, I have to leave soon. But I wanted you to know what your father really did in the service. I'm sure he never told you, and I can't tell you all of it, but I'll tell you about the last time he saved my life..." ***** The expressionless CPO sat stiffly in the metal chair. He faced a lieutenant who, like the chief, showed his rank with flat black insignia sewn onto his desert BDUs. The drab plainness made the gold breast device-anchor, eagle, trident and pistol-even more prominent than it normally was, representing what it did. Even among professional military warriors, SEAL team members command respect. But not good staterooms. Conversation was periodically interrupted by the massive whang of the steam catapult almost directly above. The carrier was launching aircraft. On January 14, 1991, flight ops were necessary around the clock in the Persian Gulf. In the early hours of the 16th, Desert Storm would begin. The lieutenant spoke, "Solomon, you heard the briefing. We have to try to get that staff puke into that command trailer and keep him secure inside for two hours. I don't know what lard-assed Pentagon genius decided that a SEAL platoon was the right unit to hold a static position inside an Iraqi missile site, but we're stuck with it. With inadequate time to rehearse at that. We're going to be hurt on this one, Sollie, and ordinarily I'd be counting on you to hold things together if I buy it-but not this time." Solomon automatically reached for the envelope with the broken "eyes only" seal in the lieutenant's outstretched hand before those last words registered. "I'm still going?" "Yeah, but read those orders. Helluva note." Solomon's eyes opened marginally wider as he scanned the page. "They're going to disavow this if it comes out, aren't they? It'll be my ass while the desk pilots cover theirs, won't it, Sir?" The lieutenant took the orders back and locked them in his safe. "'Fraid so, Sollie. Will you do it?" "Why me, Lieutenant." "You're a sniper. I guess they figure you've done it before. At least that's the way the bastards think. Vital to national security, though, so sayeth the man who signed those orders himself. Will you do it? I won't order you to." "Yessir. Don't much like it though. Fuckin' A." "Carry the M-14 instead of the McMillan 88. We may need the higher rate of fire, and your main job won't be sniping this time." Solomon grinned, "'One shot, one kill,' don't need no high rate of fire, Lieutenant." "Sure Sollie. Just carry the fucking M-14. And these three rounds go in the top of the magazine for your sidearm. Use them if you must carry out those orders. Be careful with them, though, they carry some ricin derivative in the hollow point. Hit your target anywhere and he's dead. Sign here. They came from the Company and the Company wants them back if not expended. And accounted for if you use them." Solomon signed the receipt, repressing his feelings about the CIA's obsession with unnecessary paraphernalia like poison bullets. God knows I don't need these to kill what I aim at, he thought. Solomon spoke, "We gonna outfit the staff puke? And the civilian?" The lieutenant answered, "Weapons only. And a personal communicator for each. For the rest, they brought their own gear. Have McDonald get on it." "Aye, aye, Sir." The lieutenant turned to put the receipt in his safe as the door closed. His "Helluva note" was drowned out by the catapult's whang. The staff puke looked bulky next to the lean efficiency of the SEAL Team members on the carrier's fantail, like a St. Bernard among greyhounds. But he had chosen the silenced H&K MP-5 with confidence from among the weapons offered by McDonald, and was calmly firing three round bursts into floating trash bags in the wake with a familiarity unlikely in a staff officer. Maybe this guy won't get us all killed right away, mused McDonald. I guess I'll carry the Remington myself, since he doesn't seem to need a shotgun to hit his targets. "Got a name, Commander?" asked McDonald. He obviously didn't buy the appellation "Smith" on the Commander's nametag. "What are we going to call you on this op, sir?" "My call sign is 'Smitty,' Mac. Cut the commander-sir crap until we get back, please. Just Smitty." With that he secured the H&K and began slow fire with a personal weapon that looked like a match grade .45. "How are your legs, Smitty? We'll have close on to thirteen clicks form the LZ to the objective, and less than four hours to do it in." This was no idle question. The team members had all seen the "water wings" breast device of a Surface Warfare Officer on Smitty's uniform. And he looked at least forty, overage for a lieutenant commander, unless he was, God forbid, a Reserve. Blackshoe sailors, especially old ship drivers were not noted for physical endurance, and Reserves were essentially civilians as far as conditioning went. "I'll get there, Mac." The commander secured his weapons and started forward. Solomon came out of the shadows from which he had watched the weapons test. MacDonald turned to him and said, "I saw a Pave Low arrive with a couple of Snakes a few minutes ago. Our ride, I presume. Who's driving this trip?" "We got lucky this time," said Solomon, "we've got Devereux in the right seat of the H-53, and Evans in the left. I don't know who's in the Cobra's. Couple of Marines, though, so we can count on close support if we need it." "I know Evans," said Jones from the side. "He's good. He got most of us out of the water before we drowned at Grenada. God, what a fuck up. But who's Devereux?" "That's Captain Devereux to you, Jonesie, and he's the guy we always requested in Nam. Best damn spec ops pilot I've ever seen. I doubt I'd be here now but for him." "Shit, just what we need: another geezer. No offense, Sollie..." "Let me know any time you think you can take me, Jonesie," said Solomon through a grin that didn't reach his eyes. "Meanwhile, let's hit the rack. Final brief at 1330 tomorrow, lift off at 1630." He turned and disappeared through the hatch toward the platoon's berthing compartment. Hours later, the SEAL Platoon moved cautiously through the desert toward its objective. The MH-53J helicopter had gone feet dry just as the sun dipped below the horizon, and had deposited them in a box canyon about thirteen kilometers from the objective. The platoon flowed over the terrain in a rough box around the two men in Bedouin robes who walked openly on the dry creek bed below. Solomon looked down and conceded that the staff puke and the elderly civilian they had been saddled with were covering the distance at a steady pace, with no signs of tiring. The staff puke had no training in the irregular, hyper-attentive patterns of movement and stillness that had let the rest of the platoon move undetected among the enemy so many times in the past, so it had been decided to let him move openly. Fortunately, they had met no one that the pair below would have to bluff. He was less concerned about the civilian. He wore his attire with obvious familiarity and looked like a towelhead, but the signs of Ranger training and of Camp Peary had been unmistakable here in the field. Clearly a Company man who had been here before. Light flared in his night vision equipment as Jonesie, the point man, exposed a small penlight to the pair to mark the next turn. It was the last turn before the objective. Just 1.3 clicks and 27 minutes left to do it in. Looks like we'll make it with time to spare, thought Solomon. Twelve minutes ahead of schedule, the Platoon rendezvoused outside the Iraqi missile site. The staff puke and the civilian shed their robes to reveal BDUs underneath, the staff puke matched the SEALs' mottled desert tan, while the civilian wore the green of the Iraqi army. The staff puke donned night vision gear and a personal communicator like the SEALs. In silence each checked his weapons, making sure there was a round in the chamber and that the magazine was properly seated. After a last pull at their canteens, the lieutenant gestured and the Platoon members moved out on their assigned tasks, communicating by hand signal only. Precisely on time, the voice of the civilian called out quietly to the nearest sentry in Arabic. This was the most uncertain part of the plan. Reconnaissance had shown that there was a sergeant of the guard in the barracks. To avoid a fight, they needed to get him out of the barracks without causing a commotion. Solomon knew the sentries would believe the civilian to be a deserter. They all knew it was an open question whether this would result in sympathy or an arrest that might awaken the camp. This time they were lucky. These were no Republican Guards, and a hushed conversation ensued. The sergeant of the guard was quietly summoned and the other two sentries came over to see what was going on. With all three sentries and the sergeant distracted by the civilian's performance, it was routine for the Platoon to take them out silently. The civilian would stand by to answer any inquiries if anyone came to check on the sentries. With the area secured, Solomon tapped Smitty and motioned for him to follow. They moved toward the door of what appeared to be a trailer mostly buried in the sand. As they moved, three members of the Platoon materialized in front of them and entered the trailer. Two silenced double taps, and then another, single, report indicated the end of the two operators inside. Their bodies had already been dragged against the wall when Solomon and Smitty entered. Two of the SEALs exited, leaving MacDonald at the doorway. Outside, Solomon knew the Platoon was setting up a perimeter to give the staff puke the time to do whatever it was they had brought him here to do. "The box, please." Solomon pulled from its case a small aluminum box he had been carrying. The lieutenant carried its twin. Carefully disarming the self-destruct thermite charge, he opened it and handed it to the staff puke. It was filled with computer disks of various sizes. The staff puke sat down before a boxy keyboard and examined the racked equipment before him. After several minutes, he reached into the box and pulled out a computer disk like none that Solomon had ever seen. The thing was huge-eight inches or more on a side. Smitty put the disk into a drive and began to type. The drive startled Solomon when it revved up. It was loud. Lines of letters and numbers appeared on the display in front of the staff puke. For nearly two hours Smitty sat in front of the display, typing and inserting disk after disk. It seemed like an eternity to Solomon, who could do nothing except watch and worry about discovery. Finally, the staff puke stood up, pushed a key, and retrieved the last disk he had put in the drive. It was 0147. Thirteen minutes ahead of schedule. He turned to Solomon and said, "Let's go." Behind him, the display was going crazy. Simultaneously the door on the opposite side of the trailer, one the Platoon had believed buried in the sand, opened. Two Iraqi soldiers looked blankly at their fallen comrades and then fumbled to pull sidearms from holsters. Two blasts from MacDonald's shot gun took them out, but the noise was horribly loud in Solomon's ears as he dove toward the door frame. For the first time he spoke into the tiny boom mike by his cheek. "Tango, this is Dondi. X-ray Foxtrot." The code for the completion of Smitty's task. "There was a buried passage to another bunker on the east side. They know we're here. Fade, out." "Roger, Dondi. Platoon, fade, out." By the time the trio was out the door, it was clear the alarm had sounded. Shouts and noise surrounded Solomon as he pushed Smitty toward the trail that led to the retrieval LZ, a kilometer to the south. Then all hell broke loose. Two SEALs and Smitty went down in the initial volley from the squad of Iraqi's running around a derelict truck. The coordinated fire power of the Platoon took them down, but now the Iraqis knew where to look. The Lieutenant moved the team into an empty, roofed revetment, open at both ends and big enough to conceal two or three mobile Scud launchers. It was a tenuous position, but the closed side was toward the enemy and it gave them a chance to regroup. It looked bad to Solomon. SEALs never leave their wounded or dead behind by choice, but the only way out of here looked like a scatter followed by a sneak to the alternate LZ, some seventeen clicks away. No way they could take outthe wounded teammates that way. The lieutenant caught Solomon's eye, then looked at the staff puke. Solomon followed the gaze then nodded. Jonesie was pressing a bloody sterile pad against Smitty's right hip. He wasn't going to make it out either. Then the noise and confusion outside was suddenly overwhelmed by jet engines and rotor wash. Solomon's jaw dropped as the MH-53 came in under the roof beam, right into the revetment. Brakes squealed as it rolled and skidded to a stop. Instantly hands loaded the wounded aboard. Solomon handed the staff puke aboard and then followed. The lieutenant was up at the cockpit already. He started pulling a bloody body from the left seat, as he called to Solomon to get the staff puke up there. Solomon helped the staff puke forward, supporting his right side. The staff puke grimaced in pain as they loaded him roughly into the co-pilot's seat. An entry hole cobwebbed the side window beyond. Devereux' helmet was cracked down the side. Must have been a helluva blow to do that, thought Solomon. The lieutenant spoke, "The Captain tells me he gets vertigo as soon as he open his eyes. He thinks Smitty can fly this bird once it's off the ground, but its risky. Smitty has no solo helicopter time. What do you think?" "Take the platoon to the alternate LZ, Lieutenant. Let the Captain and Smitty try to get the wounded out. I'll stay with them." "God speed, Sollie." And the Lieutenant and the Platoon were gone. "Smitty, set the HSI to track 172 degrees," said Devereux, with eyes clenched shut. As soon as I get us up a few feet, the aircraft will turn on its own to the HSI heading. Then you move us out, just like the lessons I gave you in the Robinson." As soon as the flight crewmen at the door called clear, Captain Devereux started the big Pave Low forward, gunning the engines and pulling back on the collective as soon as they were clear of the revetment. When the helo was five feet up, he took his hands and feet off the controls and yelled "Your airplane!" His eyes clamped shut again. As the helicopter turned toward the south, the staff puke put the stick forward and pulled the collective. The helicopter accelerated into a climbing turn. Behind them, two Cobra gunships turned from the revetment area to cover the SEAL Platoon's retreat. Suddenly the whole base seemed to explode. It was 0200, and the first air strike of the war, targeted against the antiaircraft capabilities of the Iraqis, had arrived. Ground fire ceased as the startled Iraqis took cover. The staff puke and Capt. Devereux decided to try for the carrier. The flight was surprisingly smooth and uneventful, after the Captain helped the staff puke get the aircraft trimmed out. The real problem was going to be landing. "John," said the staff puke, "I can't use my right leg. No right pedal. No right brake. Even if I get this thing close to the flight deck, I don't see how we'll get it stopped. And I sure as hell don't want to try to hover." "Smitty, we'll dial in too much contra-rotation so you will need to hold in left pedal to stay straight. Then you can ease off if you need right pedal. The carrier will be going 30 knots, so your relative speed will only be 20 knots if you make a 50 knot running landing. The cyclic and the pedals will be similar to fixed wing controls at that speed, letting you concentrate more on the collective. Get us down, put the collective full down, stick forward, and I'll take care of the brakes." "You sure you just don't want to ditch?" asked Smitty. "What, and lose this valuable government property? Shit no! I signed for this aircraft. And besides, ditching would be even more dangerous for the wounded. Give it a shot, Smitty." ***** "And he did," said Dondi to me. "We ended up too close to the edge of the flight deck for my taste, but we got down. And our wounded were in the sickbay in time to save them. Thanks to your Dad." "That's what your Dad really did, Gerry. Coming to get us at all was against normal procedures, and risky as hell. I doubt that anybody but your Dad could have figured out where we were and flown that bird into the revetment like that. And it wasn't the first time. He saved my butt in Nam and Cambodia too. He was a damn fine pilot and one hell of a brave man. The best. You should be proud of him." "Oh I am, Dondi," I said, "I always have been. But thank you for staying with him to help. I'm sure he appreciated it." "Much as I'd like to take credit, Gerry, I didn't stay with your Dad to help. I'd have gone with the platoon if I could've. But I had to stay. For a different reason." "What was that," I asked. Dondi turned and pointed out the window. "My orders were to kill that staff puke if it looked like the towelheads would get him alive. And I think you owe him some of the thanks for getting your father back." He was pointing at Buddy. ***** Buddy was a legacy from my mother. When I was nine, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Treatment options were more limited then-and the radical mastectomies and chemotherapy produced only a short period of remission. She seized that short reprieve with a passion. She enveloped me with her love as she prepared me for her death. She drew on an inner strength that I now realize was extraordinary, and shared that strength with my father. He needed it. He was a Navy pilot, with combat tours in Viet Nam, but he didn't know how to deal with Mom's illness. It was something he could do absolutely nothing about. He looked and acted helpless most of the time, and that made it harder on all of us. But Mom bucked him up, and eventually he became a rock to which I could cling after Mom was gone. After she died, I found that the thing that had consumed most of her attention when I was at school or asleep was her journal. It was more than a collection of pages; it was a time capsule. There was a traditional bound book in which she had written messages to me, family histories and anecdotes, and musings on many subjects, but the book rested in a large jewelry case with many drawers. Each of those drawers was labeled with a date or event, and each contained a special communication from my Mom. One drawer contained envelopes, one for each of my birthdays except my sixteenth and my twenty-first. Those two rated separate drawers. And there were drawers or envelopes for my first date-one was labeled "The bases" I finally figured that one out after second base-and various other events. She knew she couldn't be there in person, so she did the best she could. I'd get mad that I didn't have my mother, or feel sorry for myself, but I treasured that journal, hearing her voice in my head and taking strength again. One of the envelopes was labeled "Uncle M.," and the journal told me that one was for a time when I was hurting, needing a confidante, and when my Dad wouldn't do. I reached that time when I was twelve. The anti-war movement was virulent, and I was ostracized at school for having a father in the military. My best friend casually parroted the things she heard at home, referring to our soldiers as if they were murderers and baby-killers, and began to distance herself from me. My father was in Viet Nam at the time, and I was living with my Aunt Connie and her husband. They were nice, but stuffy and overprotective. I needed my Dad, but I also knew that he would become so furious at those who were hurting me that he would not focus on comforting me for a while-he was super a making me feel loved except when someone threatened or hurt me. So I opened the "Uncle M." envelope. I couldn't have been more surprised. The Uncle M. that Mom referred to was Buddy! Buddy was a friend of my Mom and Dad from before I was born. He was often hanging around the house, and I liked him because he didn't talk down to me. But he knew I didn't like my name, then, anyway. Mom and Dad had adopted that old Virginia custom of giving their child a last name as a first name, and mine was Giradeau. Giradeau Devereux. Even my nickname, Gerry, produced gender confusion. Of course, his solution was no clearer on that point... he called me Pip, short for pipsqueak. He was in the Navy, like my father, and would be gone to sea for months at a time, only to reappear as if he had never left. He was a familiar friend, but nothing that special to me. He was special to Mom, though. Her letter explained that she sometimes needed someone to talk to about things she couldn't discuss with my Dad. Calling him "Uncle Miles" was her code to him that what she wanted to talk about was secret and emotionally important to her. She trusted him absolutely with Uncle Miles matters. She told me that I could trust him too. Not only to keep my confidences, but also not to judge. She warned me that he didn't refrain from giving advice, and even mentioned a tendency to lecture, but she assured me that he would be there for me no matter what I ultimately decided to do. She expressly told me that he wouldn't tell Dad anything, short of preventing me from committing suicide. It was quite a long, and obviously loving story, with anecdotes and warmth radiating from her words. I was desperate enough to try. He was taken aback the first time I asked to speak to Uncle Miles. Then he laughed and said, "Why so formal, all of sudden? Am I getting to old for you, Pip?" When I told him Mom had said to ask for Uncle Miles, his face changed. He looked lost and sad for a moment. I handed him Mom's letter, and his eyes watered as he read it. Then he visibly drew himself together and said to me, "Uncle Miles it is, sweetheart. Talk to me." Little did he know what he was getting himself into. Among other things, after comforting me in that initial crisis, he got to field my questions about sex, and making out with boys, and crushes and going steady-all things I knew my Dad didn't want to think about, much less talk about to his little girl. And it was Uncle Miles who took me to the clinic to get the Pill when I told him I was ready, even though he thought I was too young at fifteen. He saw me through first love and first heartache. He helped me build the character to avoid the drug culture prevalent in college in my day, without making me a prig or a prude. And, to the best of my knowledge, he never disclosed any Uncle Miles confidences to my Dad. I believe I would have turned out okay without him, but it would have been much harder. I loved him dearly. ***** I gazed out the window of the Church at Buddy, who was smiling and gesturing as he talked to Aunt Connie, wondering who this familiar man really was. Buddy a commando? Why had he never told me? Why had Daddy never told me? Oh, I knew why they never told me, but it still rankled that they hadn't. When I turned back, Dondi was gone, silently and completely, just like so many times before at our house. Naturally, I tried to thank Buddy for taking care of Dad, as well as for all he had done for me. When I told him what Dondi had said, he would have none of it. "Me a SEAL?" He laughed heartily and patted the bulge of a more than incipient belly. "Sorry, sugar, but your friend must have mistaken me for someone else. I was just a drone at a desk in the Pentagon on CNO's staff. The Navy has the records to prove it. Besides, what would I be doing in Iraq? No ships to drive in the desert. You've seen my uniform. Not a combat ribbon on it. But I wouldn't talk about it if I were you. If it were true, and it does sound like something your father would have done, Mr. Solomon could get in deep trouble for revealing classified information. Just be proud of your father and keep it to yourself." Then he walked away, with a limp that favored his right hip. Arthritis, he said. I let it go at the time, but I knew Dondi well enough to know he was telling the truth. And I think I know what Buddy was doing there. I remember Dad commenting on the extraordinarily low losses that first night. The Apache helicopters and the Wild Weasel fighters got the credit for knocking out Iraqi defenses in advance of the strike, but their losses were amazingly low as well. Buddy did classified work with computers in his staff jobs, and he was old enough to remember how to use the computers that used eight inch diskettes. I think he was chosen because the Iraqi command and communications computers were too old for any of the young hotshots to have learned, and there was no time to teach them. So I think the Service picked a forty-odd year old staff puke to insert the virus or worm or whatever to spread through the forward Iraqi antiaircraft control network. I think a lot of families have something to thank Buddy for, but whether that is true or not, I knew I needed to thank him for all that he had done for me, and for Dad. And I knew how I wanted to thank him. Just like my mother had. I had been shocked at fourteen when I had read the entry in Mom's journal. Buddy had received orders to a ship on Yankee Station off Viet Nam, and Mom had given him a warrior's send off. In her bed. And Dad had helped. I couldn't believe it at the time. My parents, classic examples of conventionality during my youth, letting another man borrow the marital bed? How could they, if they loved each other? Dad willingly letting himself be cuckolded? Where was his pride? To that point, I had never even thought of my parents as having sex with each other, despite the obvious fact of my existence. This revelation was perplexing, to say the least. It was the one thing I never felt comfortable about asking Buddy. Later, as an adult, I began to understand. Buddy had been a very important part of Mom's life, just as he was in mine. I now knew how rare it was to have such a confidante, and how deep the feelings I developed had become. Mom's journal made it clear that she felt just as deeply. Enough to entrust me to him when she knew that I would need someone I could trust completely. I understood why she wanted to thank him in the most intimate and complete way she could. Nor was I surprised that Buddy had accepted her offer. When he was lecturing me-yeah, Mom was right about that-it became clear that he was essentially amoral. Not immoral, mind you, but rather, amoral, as in without morals. He told me that the really smart members of a society seldom adopted its rules without thought and analysis. He professed to be governed only by ethics, and pushed me to develop my own ethical code. I understood what he was getting at, but as a teenager, I didn't see much difference between his "ethical rules" and conventional morality. I will say that must have influenced me some, though, for it took two years before the birth control pills were put to the test. Anyway, if he could encompass the act in his ethics, no morality would stand in his way. No, it was Daddy I was most surprised by. Mom's journal made it clear that Daddy had personally told Buddy that he was welcome-and even then, he had to struggle to get him to accept Mom's gift. Buddy may not have had morals about sex, but as I said, he was damned strait-laced about ethics. My Dad had to argue him into bed with Mom. Mom was two months pregnant with me, so Buddy's argument about the danger of pregnancy was moot. And a recent predeployment physical proved Buddy disease free. Finally Dad convinced Buddy that they were serious. So, when Dad conveniently got TAD orders the next day to spend four days at Camp Lejeune, Mom and Buddy spent those days together. Mom even wrote that Daddy got a kick out of the whole thing once he understood that there was no threat to their relationship and that her love for Buddy would never replace her love for him. In fact, Mom mentioned that Buddy stayed a week, which would have included three days after Dad returned. And Buddy did sleep over many nights when I was young. As I grew in experience, I realized that my parents had depths I never saw at the time. But it sure didn't fit the strict Dad I knew. Well, now it was my turn. Two years after Dad died, I accepted a proposal of marriage from a wonderful man named Michael. I intended to offer him my fidelity in marriage, so it looked like it would be soon or never with Buddy. The first hurdle-getting Michael to agree-looked daunting, for I did not want to deceive him. That first hurdle actually proved absurdly easy. Ever so hesitantly, ever so fearful, I broached the subject at dinner shortly after I made up my mind. I was floored when my fianc readily, almost casually, agreed to let me have a fling with Buddy. It was so easy that I was a little hurt by the lack of apparent jealousy. Michael explained, though, "You've made me trust you. It's the foundation of our entire relationship. I trust you to avoid things that will harm what we have between us. If this will not harm us, and if it's something you need to do, do it. I'll even help, if necessary." After a bunch of Are-you-sure's, he finally said, "I understand just how your father felt, and I approve. In fact, it is kind of exciting in a way. Stand up and let me show you." Then he pulled my chair back, bent me over the dining table, and fucked me. It was like a bad movie. My skirt went up and then he literally ripped my panties off. My normally sensitive, oh-so-considerate lover was nowhere to be seen. We usually make love, but this was fucking, pure and simple. I winced when he put the head of his erection in place and thrust hard, but it was reflex only. It didn't hurt. To my surprise, I was lubricated and ready. I never come without foreplay, except that I did, and quickly. He came quickly too. And several times more that night. And several nights thereafter. I decided to believe him that it wouldn't hurt him for me to thank Buddy Mom's way. This also provided food for thought about what our relationship would be in wedlock, but I put those thoughts aside at the time. The next hurdle seemed even more formidable. Jackie. Not only was she my friend, but I knew my plans had absolutely no chance of success without her active approval and help. It was true, as I said earlier, that Buddy had no sexual morals, but with his strait-laced ethics, he might as well have been a Puritan in his outward behavior. He had explained it to me when I was just embarking on my sexual explorations. That explanation would be my path through his defenses. "Pip, I don't believe God sent word from above that this act or that position offends the sensibilities of Heaven, but most sexual acts affect other people as well as yourself. So I have made my own set of standards for myself of right and wrong, based on my own concepts of honor and courtesy. If you don't want to inflict unnecessary pain, or end up receiving it yourself, you should too." When he explained his standards to me, I exclaimed, "But your rules sound almost exactly like what they teach us in church! Fidelity, loyalty, trust, how are your rules different?" "The difference, Pip, is that my fidelity, for example, will be to a person, not to an abstract. In church, sex with someone other than your spouse is a sin, flat out, no matter what. If I get married and my wife promises me fidelity, it would not violate my rules for her to have sex with someone else if I approve. The way I see it, when she gives me the promise, it is mine. I can give it back, if I choose, or maybe just loan it to her temporarily. On the other hand, it would violate my rules for me to cheat. I hope my personal honor will never let that happen. That's the difference that I see." I saw the difference even back then, and it helped to reconcile my feelings about Mom and Buddy. And I had set my own standards. And it wouldn't be cheating if Jackie and Michael approved. But how do you approach a friend and say, "I want to take your husband to bed and screw his brains out." A friend in a marriage that has never shown an outward sign of anything except monogamy. I didn't know. So I decided to ease up to it. I arranged to have lunch with Jackie in a quiet little place that served great Sangria with the food. I made sure her glass was kept full as I first told her the story Dondi had told me. "I kind of thought it might be something like that," she mused thoughtfully. "Miles never talked about his work. I always thought it strange that he would return from a trip to do 'field tweaking of some local brasshat's command network' with bandages from chest to toe. Somehow the 'training accident' explanation never rang true." "You've known that Miles has been my confidante all these years, Jackie, but did you know he filled the same need for my Mom?" "Yes, Gerry. Miles told me about the relationships as soon as we got serious. He wanted to make sure I knew that he could not reveal those confidences even to me, even after we married. I was quite jealous at first, to have to share him with you, and with a ghost, but I finally realized he had enough love for all of us. After that I was just envious that you had had such a friend growing up. I didn't." "Jackie, Miles brought my father back to me there in the Gulf, and he filled a major void in my life when I needed someone most. Next to my father and my mother, he is most responsible for who I am today. I owe him more than words can say. I don't know how to say what I want to say now, so I want you to read something in my Mother's journal before I say anything else." I handed her the journal, opened and marked, thinking "Girl, you are incoherent." She looked remarkably calm as she read that entry, slowly sipping on her drink as she turned the pages. When she had finished, she looked up at me appraisingly. She didn't speak. Finally I was desperate. I pleaded, "Jackie, I need to do this if you will let me. I won't go behind your back, but can you share this once? Besides, Miles won't do it unless you say he can, no matter what I want. Oh, God... I know this is crazy, but I had to try. Please don't hate me, I don't want to break you up or anything..." "Okay." I almost didn't hear her reply through the babbling that came from my mouth of its own volition. Suddenly, though my eyes had opened wide and my mouth had made a big round O, all of their own volition as well. "Okay," she repeated. "Oh, God, Jackie, are you sure? I mean I really want this, but I couldn't stand it if it would turn you against me." "I said, 'Okay.' But you can only borrow him for a night. The rest of the time he's my husband, like always. In fact, you may have just solved my problem of what to give him for his birthday this year. It's the double nickel, and I wanted it to be special, something really big, but this will be better than Callaway irons." She was smiling that glorious smile as she spoke, the one that lights up the room. I was so relieved I could have slid off the chair into a puddle on the floor at the slightest push. I hadn't realized how many muscles I could tense up at once until they relaxed. Jackie became my co-conspirator. Between us we developed a plan that would make it impossible for Miles to refuse me. It was set for the night before his birthday. Jackie had gone to Miles' boss and asked for his help. Hinting that she was cooking up some special erotic evening with her husband for his birthday, she got Miles' boss to schedule a dinner meeting that Miles was required to attend. I went to Miles' house, where Jackie and I set the stage. By 11:30 p.m., I was naked in their bed, and Jackie was at Michael's house to wait with him. I didn't have to wait long before I heard Miles come in. I heard him rip open the envelope that had been taped to the outside of the front door, and then I heard his footsteps across the hard floor, then muffled by the rug in the den. Shortly thereafter, I heard Jackie's voice coming from the TV. As instructed, he was watching the videotape Jackie and I had recorded earlier that evening. She had done a strip tease while she made the tape, and I visualized what I had seen in the camcorder's little display as I listened to her talk. "Miles, honey, tonight you will have a treat like never before, provided you follow instructions. Screw up and you get nothing... at least tonight you get nothing... but do it right and you won't regret it." Her voice took on a more commanding tone, "First, strip. Right here in the Den. Just like I am doing now. I want you naked, not a stitch, and I want you hard. There's some lubricant on the coffee table. Put some on your hands and stroke it on. Keep going until you are fully erect! But don't you dare come." She was sounding coy, flirting now. I knew she was naked on the tape, except for her panties. She was toying with them, making a production of taking them off as she spoke, "Just maintenance strokes now, just keep it up. In fact, keep it up until midnight. For your birthday, you are getting a very special present. You'll be taking a special virginity. Your virgin sacrifice will be on our bed, on the edge, poised just like this at midnight." By now she had taken off the panties, and was on her elbows and knees on the floor, with her head down. "On the bed, I think you will find it a convenient height for you to stand behind. But you will have to feel for it, because the room will be dark, the hall light will be off, and you will be wearing my black silk scarf as a blindfold. You can wait until just outside the bedroom door to put it on, but you'd better be wearing it when you come in. I really want you to have this gift, but the embarrassment would be too great, presenting one's butt, as it were, if you could see. Put it in the regular place first for a couple of strokes, and then do it for real. Straight in, but slowly. Don't dawdle or second thoughts might win out. On the other hand, do it well, and maybe it will happen again. Now I'll be getting myself in the mood for the rest of this tape. I don't know exactly when you'll get home, so I'll give you something to watch until midnight." Too bad for him. It was almost midnight. He would only get to see the beginning of Jackie's session of self-pleasuring. He'd be in the bedroom before she came the first time. I put some lubricant where it was needed while waiting out the last long minutes. I was wet and ready. Had been for hours, it seemed. Then suddenly he was there. The sound of the door opening, the soft footfalls on the rug. I flinched, then shivered as his hands found my rear. I felt him move up, his knees between my feet. He pushed forward -too low. We both corrected-too high. I stayed put. Just right. He felt wonderful as his erection spread my labia. I was so excited, so wet, that he slid right in, full length. But only two strokes, then he jerked himself out. I wondered if he had realized, if he were rejecting me? But I felt him come back, aiming higher this time. I hoped I could take him without crying out. I assumed it would hurt, but I wanted to give him something special. To my surprise, the pain was small and fleeting. Good ol'Astroglide, or whatever the guy in the sex shop had called it. Astroglide-a fitting name in this case, anyway. I must admit, as turned on as I was by the situation-and a little self-stimulation, I suppose-I still couldn't work up much excitement from this form of intercourse. Oh, mentally it was nasty, wicked, but physically it just made me feel like I needed to go. Buddy, however, obviously liked it. He grunted and groaned through a few strokes, and then came in my bottom in a few quick, jerky strokes. I was happy. I had given him something I had never given another, and he liked it. I liked that a lot. He pulled out, and then pushed me over on my back. He hopped on the bed beside me, and turned my face for a kiss. It was in the middle of the kiss that he found out. When his hand wandered down, he found my A-cup breasts instead of his wife's Cs. "What the hell?" he sputtered, as he jumped from the bed. The blindfold landed on me at the same time the bedside light went on. Jackie and I had anticipated this moment. I had already pushed the play button on the VCR controller I had hidden under the pillow in the bedroom. "Don't start, Buddy. Watch Jackie." I scowled at him as best I could. "Get yourself covered up! I'll have something to say to you in a minute." "Uh, oh," I thought, "He seems madder than I thought..." From the TV in the bedroom came Jackie's voice, hard and cold, "Don't you screw this up, Miles." He whipped around, starting to sputter again. Jackie continued, "If you hurt Gerry by refusing her gift like a selfish asshole, I will be really pissed. You know she couldn't be there without my help, so you also know I'm loaning you your promise of fidelity back. But only for Gerry, and only until tomorrow noon. I expect you to be gracious and solicitous of her, showing enthusiasm, not grudging acceptance, for what she wants to give you. Oh, I know under all that talk about ethics versus morals that you truly are a Puritan at heart, but get over it. If I don't find Gerry to be one happy and well fucked young lady on Sunday, it'll be a long time before you'll get any from me, bozo." "Now, knowing you," she said, "your conscience won't let your mind focus on the fact that you have a young, tight woman who wants to make love to you naked in your bed. You will convince yourself that this is somehow like incest, and instead of relishing the delicious naughtiness that it is only like incest, you will have some difficulty getting it up again. So I offer you a chance to stiffen your resolve, so to speak, by giving you something else to think about. I was going to give you Gerry as a birthday present, but maybe you can still have those Callaway irons if you play your cards right. I am at Michael's right now, horny as the devil thinking about you and Gerry in our bed. Maybe we can trade off on the fidelity vows and call it even. You get the clubs and you get to think about what I'll be doing in Michael's bed while Gerry spreads her legs for you... Call me." I had already pushed the speed dial on my cell phone, and handed it to him as he turned back to me. As he put the phone to his ear, I washed his penis with the warm, wet washrag I had stowed in a plastic sandwich bag under the pillow. By the time the "Are you sure?"s had changed to "You have my permission to fuck his ass off," I had him in my mouth, feeling him harden. And it was like incest. All the more nasty and exciting for it. Especially the next morning, when, to shut up his "apologies," I plopped my pussy on his face as I sucked his erection into my mouth, then turned and rode him until he came deep inside me. He did pretty well for an old man. Seven times altogether-mostly the usual way, with the once in the ass and a couple of oral episodes for variety. I felt especially naughty hugging Michael with semen leaking out of me from the last time, in the car in the driveway of Michael's house. Based on her shit-eating grin, I'd bet that Jackie was leaking too as she got in the car with Buddy. Michael told me he was hors de combat, but when I told him he'd be sliding into fresh sloppy seconds, his erection was quick and firm. I came too, thinking about Jackie screwing Michael in that very bed not so long before. Michael and I married, and Jackie and Buddy were in the wedding. I have honored my vow of fidelity to Michael, and I expect him to honor his. For at least as long as I don't loan it back to him, I guess. You never know when you'll need a last minute birthday present, after all. ?? ?? ?? ??

Dear reader! So far my texts are appearing in German only, although I am very much interested in a translation into the o-so universal English. Can anyone provide or give help in a translation. Up to now: enjoy! Hallo Leute! Meine Texte, die ich mir so in schlaflosen Naechten ausdenke, stehen hier zunaechst auf Deutsch. Rueckmeldungen von Euch haette ich sehr gerne unter: [email protected] Bis dann, Euer ach-so-was Kapitel 5 Der Oktopus in Aktion Beide jungen Frauen hatten sich auerhalb des Raumes entkleidet und kamen jetzt zurck. Sie trugen -wie alle Anwesenden auer Dr. B.- die schwarzen, ledernen Gesichtsmasken, sonst waren sie vollstndig nackt. Sie standen abwartend da, unsicher, waren aber beide nicht wirklich schchtern, sicherlich hatten sie schon an hnlichen Experimenten bei diesen ''Partys'' von Dr. B. teilgenommen, vielleicht auch schon ffentlich seine Kreationen, seine Dildos, Vibratoren, seine immer ausgefeilteren Sybians ausprobiert und vorgefhrt. Vielleicht hatten sie auch schon als Testpersonen, besser "Probandinnen", bei seinen geheimnisvollen Laborversuchen mitgewirkt. Die eine der beiden Frauen war etwas jnger, vielleicht Anfang 20, hatte lange und ganz glatte Haare. Die Haare hatte sie sich a la Arielle dunkelrot gefrbt eine solche leuchtende Farbe konnte einfach nicht echt sein. Zu den roten Haaren, die ihr bis ber die schultern hingen und bei jeder Bewegung um ihren schlanken, jungen Krper spielten, kontrastierte ihre blendend weie Haut. Sie war schlank, sehr schlank, aber nicht mager und ihre Brste im Vergleich zu ihrem Becken und ihrer sonstigen Figur etwas zu klein, um wirklich topp zu sein. Wie bei vielen rothaarigen, sehr bleichen Frauen waren ihre Aureolen sehr weich, hellrosa und ihre Nippel klein und zart. Eine der kleinen Schamlippen war deutlich lnger als die andere und schaute vorwitzig zwischen den Grossen Lippen hervor. Auch ihre die Frbung ihrer Haare war sie eine ''echte Rothaarige'', wie der Streifen Schamhaare, den sie sich a la Helmut Newton zurechtrasiert hatte, zeigte. Denselben Streifen Schamhaar in dunkler Farbe hatte die andere ltere Frau. Sonst waren beide Frauen vollstndig enthaart. Die Dunkelhaarige war etwas lter, wirkte auch lter als die Rothaarige, um die 30, aber ihre Figur war sehr sportlich, wie die einer Tnzerin, fr eine attraktive Frau fast schon zu drahtig, anscheinend hielt sie sich sehr fit. Ihre Haut hatte einen dunklen Teint. Ihre Hften waren schmal wie bei einem Jungen und ihre Brste kontrastierten mit diesem schmalen, muskulsen Krperbau, denn sie waren -fr die Figur der Frau- gro, vielleicht eine groe Handvoll, Die Brste standen rund, fest und wie schwerelos vom schmalen muskulsen Brustkorb ab. Auch die Brustwarzen waren tiefbraun mit langen Nippeln und die Hfe sehr gro und sehr faltig. Die Frauen kletterten auf das schwarze Podest und setzten sich auf die Ledersessel, die in etwa wie die Barcelona-Sessel des Bauhauses aussahen. Es schien etwas schwierig und unbequem zu sein, sich darauf zu setzen, da die Sitzflchen der Sessel, weit ausgeschnitten waren und fast keinen Platz mehr boten, um mit dem Hinterteil richtig darauf Platz zu nehmen. Stattdessen schwebte der Hintern der Sitzenden frei zugnglich in der Luft. Schlielich aber ruhten endlich die Beine und Arme der Testerinnen auf den jeweiligen Sessellehnen und sie entspannten sich. Dr. B. trat jetzt hinter die beiden nackten Frauen, die in den seltsamen luxurisen Operationssthlen warteten, griff ihnen von hinten an ihre Gesichtsmasken und klappte ihnen kleine Lederstcke an ihren Masken ber die Augenschlitze, so dass die beiden nun vollkommen blind und nur auf ihre verbliebenen Sinne angewiesen waren. ''Die Maschine -unser Oktopus- wird zum Aufwrmen erst mal beiden Kandidatinnen einen kleinen Orgasmus der Strke 1,2 vermitteln, '' teilte Dr. B. nun dem gespannt wartenden Publikum mit. ''Wir haben im Laufe unserer Forschungen unsere eigene, nach oben offene Strkenskala fr weibliche Hhepunkte entwickelt. Beachtet bitte, dass die Skala nicht-linear ist, d.h. Strke 2 ist doppelt so stark wie 1, aber 3 ist doppelt so stark wie 2, also viermal so krftig wie 1. Stufe 4 ist dann schon 8-mal so stark wie der Ausgangswert 1! Um diese Strkegrade zu erfassen haben wir im Oktopus Gerte zum mental-kognitiven Monitoring eingebaut. Diese liefern dem Computer Daten, mit denen dann der Rechner die Erregungsstrke und zustzlich auch noch Daten zum Erregungsverlauf und dem Erregungstypus ermittelt. Gleichzeitig haben wir ein Programm entwickelt, das diese Daten auswertet und nach verschiedenen, vorgegebenen Schemata den Verlauf der Sitzung steuert. Dabei kann das Programm die Techniken bestimmen und variieren, die der Oktopus einsetzt, also verschiedene Massagetechniken, Reibung, Saugen, natrlich schwache und allerstrkste Vibrationen, Wrme und Klte und leichte Reizstrme, all dies kann der Oktopus mit Gerten, die in seine Multifunktionsarme eingebauten sind, an den verschiedensten erogenen Zonen applizieren. Die Maschine soll jetzt in dieser Sitzung als Techniken Massage, Reibung, Saugen, Vibration und Wrme an Brust, Labien und Klitoris einsetzt, sowie die Probandinnen vaginal leicht penetrieren und auch vaginal massieren. Um unsere vllig neue, umfassende Kontrollfunktion zu demonstrieren, soll die Maschine den beiden Probandinnen ihren ersten Orgasmus der Strke 1,2 nach 45 bis 60 Sekunden vermitteln. Mal sehen, ob sie das schafft.'' Dabei lchelte Dr. B malizis und zeigte deutlich, dass er keinen Zweifel an der zu erwartenden Darbietung seines Roboters hatte. Er wendete sich der kleinen Schalttafel vor dem Podest zu und drckte mehrere Knpfe. ''Viel Vergngen!'' Es war nicht klar, ob er sich damit an seine Opfer auf den Sesseln oder an das atemlos gespannte Publikum richtete. Zahlreiche starke LED-Leuchten flammten wie Lichtdolche in der Decke ber dem Podium auf und erleuchteten jeden Winkel des Arrangements aus dem schwarzen glnzenden Leder der Sessel mit ihrem kalt-funkelnden Chromgestell, aufgestellt auf einem schwarzen Podest, und darauf die abwartenden, nackten weien Frauenkrpern, blind unter ihren schwarzen Masken, aber fr alle sichtbar. Hinter den Sesseln ffnete sich lautlos eine Klappe im Podest. Schwarze Krakenarme des knstlichen Oktopus quollen hervor, entwickelten sich, richteten sich auf die Frauen in den Sesseln. Die ersten dnneren Arme schlangen sich von hinten um ihre Arme und Beine auf den Lehnen und fixierten sie. Schwarze gerippte Tastfinger strichen langsam und suchend ber die Krper der Beiden, ber Arme, Beine, Hals, Bauch und Brste. Die Frauen in den Fngen des Oktopus empfanden die Berhrungen der Arme, die sie nicht sehen konnten, nicht als unangenehm. Vielleicht waren sie warm und weich, wie streichelnde Haut eines vielarmigen Liebhabers? Sie schienen auch ihre Fixierung auf den Sesseln kaum zu bemerken. Der Atem der nackten Frauen ging ruhig, gleichmig in der sonst absoluten Stille im Raum. Die Zuschauer des Experiments wagten selber kaum zu atmen oder sich zu bewegen und auch die Bewegungen des Oktopus waren absolut lautlos und von gespenstischer, ferngesteuerter Przision. Man konnte nicht erkennen, wie die tastenden Krakenarme ihre Informationen sammelten, aber nach der Ansprache des Doktors hatten alle im Publikum das Gefhl, regelrecht sehen zu knnen, wie die Datenstrme durch die Arme in das verborgene, przise kalkulierende elektronische Gehirn des Roboters flossen. Nach einigen Sekunden teilten sich einige Arme und aus der Klappe kletterten immer noch mehr dickere, fettere Tentakel hervor. Einige dnnere fuhren zart ber die Arme, die Hlse, die Beine, ber die empfindliche Innenseiten der Oberschenkel, liefen wie sanfte Wellen hin und her ber die Krper der ihnen ausgelieferten Frauen. Weitere Arme stlpten sich jetzt ber die Brste der Frauen, je einer packte sich mit einem Saugerkopf die Brustwarze, whrend mindestens zwei andere die Brste ringsherum und immer herum massierten, kneteten, streichelten. Die linke, ltere der beiden legte ihren Kopf leicht auf die Seite. Ein leises Atemholen wie ein Seufzen war in der immer noch gespannten Stille von ihr zu hren. Pltzlich, nach vielleicht 20 Sekunden, erschien jeweils bei beiden Sesseln ein besonders dicker und starker Arm von unten zwischen den gespreizten Beine der Probandinnen. Bei beiden hatten sich die groen und die kleinen Schamlippen schon in Erregung geffnet und es glnzte feucht von Grund der Vulven hervor. Bei der Dunklen zeigte sich ein berdurchschnittlich langer Kitzler und sah fast schon unter seiner langen Haube hervor. Die geffneten Muscheln der Scham, dieser privateste Teil der beiden Frauen, bildete mit ihrer rosafarbenen, feuchten Lust, die im weien Licht der Scheinwerfer aufleuchtete, einen perversen Kontrast zu der schwarzen Maschine, von der unglaublicherweise diese menschliche Erregung hervorgerufen wurde, ein Roboter, der nur durch geschickt programmiertes mechanisches Saugen und Streicheln die weiblichen Krper erotisch erwecken konnte. Der dicke Hauptarm des Oktopus zgerte nicht vor der geffneten Scham seiner Opfer, die Spitze richtete sich auf den Unterleib der Frauen. Bewegte sich vor. Die Arme, die die Beine hielten, bewegten sich und spreizten sie etwas weiter auseinander, so dass die beide glnzenden Lustmuschel noch weiter geffnet waren. Pltzlich teilte sich die Spitze des Hauptarms, ging vorne auseinander wie ein sich ffnendes Samenkorn, teilte sich und eine Art Blase oder Qualle aus einem milchig - transparenten Material trat heraus, blies sich auf und stlpte sich zielsicher ber den gesamten Unterleib der Frauen, so dass sie vom Anus ber den Damm bis zum Bauchnabel alles bedeckte. ''40" Sekunden'', sagte Dr. B. Unter der opaken Quallenglocke konnten die Zuschauer pulsierende Bewegungen sehen, weitere schlngelnde Bewegungen, rotes Licht leuchtete ab und an auf. Mehr konnten sie nicht erkennen und manche genossen, manche frchteten den Kitzel, sich vorzustellen, was jetzt unter diesen Glocken die Maschine mit den gespreizten Lustmuscheln der Frauen machen wrde. Der Effekt, den der Einsatz dieser Qualle bei beiden Frauen hatte, war augenblicklich und erstaunlich. In einem bizarren Ballett warfen beide absolut gleichzeitig und synchron die Kpfe nach hinten und rissen zu einem erstickten Sthnen die Mnder auf. Ihre Krper blieben auf den Sesseln gefesselt und bewegten sich keinen Millimeter, aber unter dem Schlingengewchs der Krakenarme konnte man sehen, wie die Muskeln zuckten und zerrten. Die freien Hnde und Fe drehten und wandten sich. Die rechte, jngere der beiden Opfer begann, als sich ihr Orgasmus schnell nherte, am ganzen Krper hilflos zu zucken, als wrden sie dauernd heie Stromstsse durchlaufen. Dann verkrampften sich beide Frauen ein letztes Mal in einem, in seiner stndigen Gleichzeitigkeit grotesken Tanz, versuchten sich aufzubumen, die Jngere schrie kurz auf. Beider Hhepunkt hielt einige Sekunden an. Danach stieen mit einem langen, befreiten Sthnen beide den angehaltenen Atem aus und sackten in sich zusammen. Der Oktopus lie anscheinend jetzt locker. Sie atmeten schwer. Im Licht der starken Lampen konnte man beobachten, wie auf den hellen Leibern Schwei in dicken Perlen auf der Haut aufblhte. ''Das war Strke 1,2, '' kommentierte Dr. B., ''aber wir wollen den ''After-Love-Service nicht vergessen.'' Damit drckte er wieder einige Knpfe und die Arme begannen, die Frauen sachte zu streicheln, die Quallenglocke, jetzt in Ruhe, blieb aber an ihrem Platz. Vier Arme bewegten sich zu den Ohren der beiden Erschpften und bedeckten sie. ''So, jetzt knnen uns unsere Probandinnen nicht hren und werden stattdessen mit sanfter Musik berieselt. Es geht ihnen, wie Ihr verstehen knnt, ausgezeichnet. Unsere Testreihen und die Befragungen unserer vielen Probandinnen, von denen allerdings noch keine mit der Vollversion unseres Oktopus Bekanntschaft machen konnten, haben ergeben, dass ein Orgasmus der Strke 1.2 recht befriedigend ist, ja, erbrmlicherweise schon mehr, als manche Frau jemals von ihrem ''normalen'' Liebesleben erwarten kann. Ungewohnt oder schockierenden fr die beiden war aber sicher, dass unser Oktopus nur eine knappen Minute brauchte, wo andere Liebhaber sich ganz andere Zeitspannen mit Hnden und Mund abmhen, oder leider einfach selber kommen und ihr ''Gert'' dann nicht mehr einsatzfhig ist. Fr den zweiten Teil unserer Vorfhrung, unseres Tests, sind jetzt jeweils zwei, andere Strategien vorgesehen. Einmal wird das Programm so gestaltet, dass die eine Probandin in einem ''Erregungs-Frustrations-Schema'' ber den Zeitraum von 10 Minuten stufenweise immer weiter und immer strker erregt wird, bis sie kurz vor dem berschreiten ihrer Schwelle zum erlsenden Hhepunkt vom Programm gestoppt, man kann sagen, abgekhlt eben frustriert wird. Das wird wie gesagt 10 Minuten dauern und dann in einem Orgasmus der Strke 3,0 enden, also etwa vier Mal so stark, wie der eben erlebte. Die andere wird dem Programm ''Multiple Orgasmen'' ausgesetzt. Das heit, sie wird in ebenfalls 10 Minuten durch die Maschine zu einer mglichst groen Zahl von Hhepunkten getrieben werden, die allerdings, um es interessanter zu machen, immer mehr an Strke zunehmen. Am Ende wird sicher auch Strke 2,5 erreicht, denke ich. Eine der Damen, Frauen, Mdchen ist alleine, nur auf meine Einladung hin hier, die andere wird von einem Partner begleitet. Bitte, Mike, so war doch der Name, denke ich, ich bitte nun Mike sich zu melden und schnell zu entscheiden, welches der beiden Programme nun seine Freundin erleben darf.'' War da Ironie zu hren? Der gesuchte Mike jedenfalls meldete sich nur zgernd aus der Zahl der maskentragenden Zuschauer. ''Ich bin Mike, Claire ist meine Freundin, wir sind zusammen hier.'' ''Gut, Mike, was darf es denn dann fr Claire sein und was fr Donna? Fr alle anderen: Claire ist die Blonde, die jngere der beiden auf dem linken Stuhl.'' ''Ich wei nicht, gibt es irgendwelche Risiken? Sie sagten, Sie htten mit dem Programm, so, wie es jetzt ist, noch keine Erfahrungen.'' ''Das ist richtig. Aber unsere Erfahrungen lassen doch einige Schlsse zu. Beide Programme stellen sicher Grenzerfahrungen dar, aber das gilt fr vieles im Leben. Krperliche Schden sicher keine, das passt der Oktopus oder besser das Programm schon darauf auf. Ohnmacht und starker Muskelkater knnen sicher Folgen sein. Einige Frauen sprechen eher auf Frustration, andere auf Multiple Orgasmen an. Du musst entscheiden, Mike.'' ''Gut, dann bekommt Claire die multiplen. Das kann sie ab, bestimmt mag sie es.'' ''Dann ist das entschieden!'' Und damit wandte sich Dr.B. wieder seinem Schaltpult zu, stellte etwas daran ein und drehte sich noch einmal zu Mike und den anderen Zuschauern: ''Ich darf noch verraten, dass nach unseren Erfahrungen Strke 2,5, auch ohne dass eine Serie multipler Orgasmen vorhergeht, eine recht laute Sache ist.'' ''Wie ist das gemeint?'', fragt Mike irritiert. ''Deine Freundin wird schreien! Sie kann sich selbst nicht hren, denn die Ohrenstpsel bleiben drin, aber wir werden alles mitbekommen.'' ''Und die andere, Donna'', meldete sich eine Zuschauerin in einem Abendkleid, ''was ist mit ihr?'' ''Das hngt stark von ihrer physischen und psychischen Konstitution ab. Schreien wird sie anfangs nicht, denke ich, eher am Ende. Flehen und winseln wird sie. Und nach dem Experiment sind die Probandinnen, sagen wir, irritiert, '' Dr. B. lchelte, ''und ohnmchtig, da bin ich sicher.'' Inzwischen hatte der Roboter seine Ttigkeit, seinen Rhythmus deutlich verndert. Das sanfte Streicheln und Liebkosen der schwarzen Arme der ''After-Love-Phase'' war wieder drngender geworden. Wieder kreisten Arme um die Brste und unter den Quallenglocken bewegte es sich. ''Was passiert unter diesen Hauben da?'', wollte die Zuschauerin wissen, die sich schon um Donna gesorgt hatte. ''Ah, einiges!'', antwortete Dr. B. ''Dies ist in mechanischer Hinsicht das Herzstck unserer Entwicklungen, der Hhepunkt einer Reihe von Durchbrchen auf dem Gebiet der Robotertechnik. Unter der Glocke befinden sich auf kleinem Raum mehrere Multifunktionsarme, die sich alle ungemein flexibel bewegen knnen. Alle Arme sind in der Lage mit genau dosierter Kraft auch sehr stark zu vibrieren. Wenn Du an deinen Vibrator zu Hause denkst, wirst Du die Unzufriedenheit kennen, die die Folge ist, wenn der Vibrator zu schwach vibriert, die Amplitude der Vibrationen zu gro oder zu klein ist und immer nur in einer Raumrichtung erfolgt. Alle diese Kinderkrankheiten haben wir hier gelst. Auerdem kann jeder Arm unter der Glocke, das gilt fr alle Arme, auch saugen, natrlich streicheln, kratzen, massieren, sowie auch wrmen und khlen, wenn gewnscht auch elektrische Spannung anlegen. Einige zentrale Arme haben auerdem die Aufgabe die drei hauptschlichen Krperffnungen, hier allerdings nur vaginal, zu penetrieren. Diese Arme knnen sich auch in der Dicke stark verndern und dem penetrierten Kper anpassen. Die ''leichte Penetration'', die jetzt hier angewendet wird, bedeutet, dass die Arme nur bis zur Cervix vordringen und die Vaginalwnde nicht berdehnen. Vibration ist im Inneren der Vagina allgemein nicht ntig, aber wir stellten fest, dass die Testerinnen es als uerst erregend empfinden, wenn der eingedrungene Arm nicht wie ein koitierender Penis oder Dildo vor- und zurckgleitet. Stattdessen lassen wir diesen Arm, wo er ist, und krmmen ihn, lassen ihn sich also hin- und herschlngeln. Am effektivsten aber ist, dass der Arm seine Dicke in vor- und zurckgleitenden Wellen verndert. In Tests haben wir diese Wellenbewegung im hinteren Teil der Vagina und dadurch ohne jede Reizung des Klitorisgewebes, auch des subkutan verborgenen, appliziert. Unsere Testfrauen erreichten dadurch nicht einen Hhepunkt, berichten aber von warmen, uerst angenehmen Lustgefhlen, die sie durchstrmen. Sie fhlen sich, das ist sicher typisch weiblich, ''genommen'', ausgefllt. Um es vulgr zu sagen: Sie genieen es gefickt zu werden. Welcher Dildo kann das? Lassen wir gleichzeitig auerhalb andere Arme die Labien reizen, steigert sich dieses Lustgefhl enorm. Es kitzelt, es wird hei, sagen die Probandinnen, es heizt sie auf bis zum Wahnsinn, ohne dass sie wirklich kommen knnen. Wird aber eine Klitorisstimulation durch uere Arme und durch das innere Pulsieren und auch Vibrieren in das Programm mit einbezogen, erleben wir so erstaunlich schnell beliebig starke Orgasmen, wie wir sie eben beobachtet haben.'' ''Und das passiert jetzt alles unter dieser Glocke?'', fragte die Neugierige unglubig. ''Ja, das ist es, was die Maschine gerade mit Claire und Donna macht. Und noch einiges mehr. Faszinierend, nicht wahr?'' Der Anblick, den die Frauen auf den Ledersesseln whrend diesen Erklrungen boten, illustrierte eindrucksvoll alles, was Dr. B. ber die Leistungsfhigkeit und die Kontrolle seines Roboters gesagt hatte. Beide waren eingeschlungen in ein Geflecht sich bewegender, schlngelnder, pulsierender Arme. Die Manipulationen an den Brsten und die anderen Massagebewegungen hatten wieder begonnen. Was genau unter der Glocke passierte, entzog sich eben leider den Blicken. Claire, die jngere, die dem Programm ''Multiple Orgasmen'' unterworfen war, hatte bereits wieder angefangen zu zittern. ''Mike, ist das Zittern Claires natrliche Reaktion? Ich meine, zittert sie immer beim Sex?'' ''Ja, das macht sie fter, bevor sie kommt. Aber noch nie so stark.'' Wie bei dem vorherigen Testlauf warf Claire jetzt den Kopf nach hinten und sthnte kurz mit weit offenem Mund. Wie vorher sackte sie zusammen, ihre Hnde und Fe sanken nach unten. Sichtlich wollte sie sich entspannen, aber nicht der ''After-Love-Service'' setzte ein, sondern ein starkes Pulsieren unter der Glocke war die Antwort. ''Das war Strke 0,9 nach ganzen 130 Sekunden'', gab Dr.B. bekannt. "Das Programm hat ihr Zeit gelassen." Der Atem von Claire ging jetzt deutlich schneller. Sie hielt ihren Kopf nach unten, ihr Mund stand offen. Mit den Hnden umklammerte sie die Lehnen ihres Sessels, lie locker, klammerte wieder, lie locker. Auch ihre Fe bewegten sich und verrieten ihre wachsende Erregung. Sie zitterte kurz und heftig, dann kam wieder das bekannt Zurckwerfen des Kopfes und Claire stie einen ersten spitzen Lustschrei aus. ''Schon 1,4 nach 160 Sekunden. Das wird am Ende sicher mehr als 2,5, denke ich. Tja.'' War da wieder bei Dr. B. Ironie zu hren? ''Ist Claire multiple veranlagt. Mike?'', fragte der Doktor. Mike starrte fasziniert auf seine zuckende, hechelnde Freundin, die versuchte, sich unter der unbeirrbaren Umklammerung der Krakenarme zu bewegen, Kontrolle zurck zu gewinnen. ''Nein, eigentlich nicht.'' Er flsterte. ''Ich wei nicht. Das hier ist...'' Er brach ab. Claires Hnde griffen hilflos in der Luft umher, als die Maschine sie fr ihren dritten Hhepunkt vorbereitete. Mit ihren Brsten wurden stark gearbeitet. Die Arme, die sich ber ihre Brustwarzen geworfen hatten, zogen mit groer Kraft saugend die kleinen Apfeltittchen weit vom Krper weg und drehten daran. Dann wieder pressten sie sie nach unten und rieben die Brste herum. Ab und an lste sich der Sauger von der Brustwarze und eine kleine, sehr flexible wie eine Feder fransige Spitze am Arm schnellte kitzelnd ber Claires Nippel, die wie Orangenkerne steinhart waren. Sie schrie erneut auf. Ihr Schrei war hoch und spitz, lnger als der erste. ''1,6 nach 220.'' "Gibt es solche Federn auch unter dieser Glocke, ich meine, wird auch ihre Klit...?", eine Zuschauerin brach ihre Frage ab. "Natrlich. Diese Funktion hat jeder Roboter-Arm. Bei beiden Frauen wird Federkitzeln klitorial aber noch lange nicht eingesetzt. Das werden wir dann schon noch bemerken." Mit hngendem Kopf hechelte Claire nicht mehr, sondern versuchte, tief zu atmen. Mit jedem Atemzug sthnte sie ein kehliges, dumpfes Sthnen. Immer strker zitterte ihr Krper. Sie schwitzte jetzt so stark, dass von ihren Hnden und Fssen Schweitropfen nach unten auf das Podest fielen. Nach 320 Sekunden war Claire zum vierten Mal so weit. Die Strke ihres Orgasmus betrug laut Dr.B. 1,9. Das Programm entschied, ihr etwas Ruhe zu lassen, jedenfalls hrte ihr Zittern auf und auch ihr Atmen, bei dem sie aber immer noch so kehlig sthnte, ging langsamer. Auf dem anderen Sessel erlebte Donna ein ganz anderes Programm der Maschine. Whrend Claire schon unter dem ersten und dem zweiten Orgasmus zitterte, war bei Donna bis dahin wenig Aufregendes zu beobachten. Die Arme massierten, streichelten und verwhnten sie, unter ihrer Glocke pulste es ruhig und wenig dramatisch. Aber das nderte sich nach ungefhr 3 Minuten, als Donna pltzlich den Kopf nach rechts und links pendelte und leise sthnte. Ihr Krper blieb sonst eher ruhig, nur ihre Hnde griffen hilflos in der Luft umher. Donna pendelte den Kopf nicht mehr, lie ihn auf die Brust sinken. Ihr Sthnen ging in ein kehliges Murmeln ber, von dem man keine Worte verstehen konnte. Der Oktopus verrichtete indessen weiter seine Arbeit an ihrem Krper. Weiter bewegten sich die schwarzen Arme ber ihren Leib, massierten und saugten an ihren Brsten, krochen ber ihre Schenkel und ihren Bauch. Die Glocke wurde jetzt etwas aktiver. Wurde jetzt der Penetrator in ihre Vagina ausgefahren? Sicherlich war jetzt schon ein bleistiftdnner Krakenarm am Eingang ihrer Vagina positioniert und suchte sich in vorsichtigen, schlngelnden Bewegungen jetzt seinen Weg durch die verrterisch sich teilenden Vaginalwnde und kroch vorwrts, weiter und weiter. Am Ziel angelangt wrde er wie Dr.B. so stolz beschrieben hatte- stillhalten und sich dann langsam aber unaufhaltsam so lange verdicken, bis er Donnas Vagina exakt ausgefllt htte. Dann wrde der Arm sich verdickend und verdnnend Welle auf Welle durch Donnas Bauch laufen lassen, wrde sie fllen und erschttern und wieder leeren und sie langsam auf die Folter spannen, bis sie vorbereitet war auf den nchsten Angriff. Etwas spter warf Donna ganz unerwartet den Kopf in den Nacken, den Mund unter der Maske weit geffnet. Ihr Mund blieb lautlos aufgerissen und sie schien blicklos auf irgendetwas zu horchen, den Ton einer ganz entfernten Klingel, die sie zu sich rief. Die Arme des Oktopus zitterten ber ihren Krper, die Glocke leuchtete rot auf, Donna versuchte, sich aufzurichten, hob immer weiter ihren Kopf, die krftigen, trainierten Sehnen an ihrem Hals traten hervor und spannten sich wie Stricke, aber nichts geschah, nichts, nichts. In keinem Kitzel, in keinem Saugen fand sie gengend Reize, um endlich ber die Schwelle zu springen, zu fliegen. So wurde Donna erneut endlose Minuten lang mit klinischer Przision in immer hheren Dimension en der Lust erregt, whrend neben ihr Claire von einem Orgasmus zum nchsten taumeln musste. Langsam schloss sich Donnas Mund und ihr Kopf sank langsam, langsam sich entspannend nach unten zurck. Sie schwitzte jetzt bermig, ihr Atem ging in kurzen, harten Sten und man konnte ihren Puls rasen sehen. Das Programm gnnte ihr jetzt anscheinend eine trgerische Pause. Dann setzte es zu einem neuen Angriff an. Wieder spannte sich Donna, wieder holte sie aus und konnte doch den erlsenden Moment nicht finden, wieder blieb ihr Lustschrei ihr im Hals stecken. Das Programm hatte sie erneut genau an der Schwelle zur Erlsung festgehalten. Als ihr wieder der Kopf nach erschpft vorne fiel, floss Speichel ihr unkontrolliert aus den Mundwinkel und tropfte auf das Gewirr aus schwarzen Armen, die ihre Brste saugten, kitzelten und kneteten. Sie murmelte unartikuliert vor sich hin. Jetzt kommen die Federstriche an den Labien und der Klitorishaube, denke ich. Dr.B. war ganz ruhig. Ihr werdet den Effekt bemerken knnen. Ohne das sich an der Glocke etwas verndert htte, schien sich Donnas Konzentration jetzt ganz auf ihre Vulva zu richten. Und wieder -zum wie vielten Mal?- riss sich Donna nach oben, versuchte, sich aufzurichten, wurde aber von den starken Armen des Kraken festgehalten. Ihre Hnde tasteten wie irre suchend auf den Sessellehnen herum. Sie schttelte den Kopf hin und her, aus ihrem aufgerissenen Mund drangen unartikulierte, hilflose Schreie. Zu Schaum geschlagener Speichel flog heraus und lief ihr aus dem Mund und ber das Kinn. Endlich lief ihre Zeit ab. "Jetzt!", sagte Dr.B. Der Oktopus zndete die letzte Stufe. Der Schrei, der aus Donnas Mund kam, war nicht mehr menschenhnlich. Sie bewegte sich kaum, denn ihre Lustkrmpfe und die Gewalt der Maschine hielten sich die Waage, aber Sessel und Podium zitterten unter der Explosion des Hhepunkts, den sie jetzt endlich, endlich erleben durfte. Ihr ganzer Krper war ein einziger spritzender, schreiender Orgasmus. Der Schrei wollte und wollte nicht enden, brach dann aber so unerwartet ab, wie er eingesetzt hatte. Die pltzliche Stille drhnte im Raum, nur das Atmen der Zuschauer und Claires leises Winseln war zu hren. Donna regte sich nicht. Wie angewidert zogen sich schnell und gleichzeitig alle Arme von ihr zurck. Der Oktopus warf Donna in ihrer Ohnmacht einfach weg, sie fiel auf den Boden und die Arme schlngelten sich durch die Klappe zurck in das Verlies, aus dem sie ausgebrochen waren. Langsam kam Donna wieder zu sich. Inzwischen war Claire von der Maschine auch an die Schwelle ihres fnften Hhepunkts getrieben worden, der sich aber diesmal lang hinauszuzgern schien. Sie warf den Kopf herum, alle Muskeln vllig zusammengekrampft. Pltzlich war es so weit: Die Sehnen an ihrem Hals traten hervor, als sie den Kopf, so weit es ihr mglich war, nach vorne reckte. Sie riss den Mund weit auf, spannte sich an. Die Wellen ihrer Erregung bumten sich in ihr auf, spannten alle ihre Nerven ein letztes Mal an und berrollten sie. Dann lste sich endlich der Schrei, der ihren Hhepunkt anzeigte. Spitz, hoch, kurz. Dann schrie sie wieder. Lnger. Und wieder. Und dann hrte sie nicht mehr auf zu schreien. Nach endlosen Sekunden gab ihr Krper dann auf. Sie sackte jetzt wirklich zusammen, ihr Kopf fiel ihr auf die Brust. Ihr Mund war leicht geffnet und Speichel tropfte heraus. ''8 Minuten und tatschlich 2,2. Sie ist ohnmchtig, alle Lebensfunktionen normal. Es kann weitergehen, es sind noch 2 Minuten brig. Die Maschine wird sie jetzt mit Elektrostimulationen wieder aufwecken." ''Ist das ntig?'', meldete sich Mike, der sich aus seiner Erstarrung gelst hatte. ''Ja, das ist ntig!'', fuhr ihn Dr.B. an. ''Ihr habt euch gemeldet, jetzt macht sie auch mit!'' Wie immer die Elektroschocks Claire vermittelt wurden, ihr Erfolg zeigte sich sofort. Ihr Krper fand seine Spannung zurck und sie bewegte den Kopf. Augenblicklich glhte es in der Glocke ber ihrem Unterleib rot auf, die Brustsauger arbeiteten wieder, die penetrierenden Vibratorenarme tanzten in ihrer Vagina ihren perfiden Koitus. Dr.B. meldete mit tatschlich einem Hauch von Hochachtung: ''Jetzt wird in der Glocke ein spezieller Arm ausgefahren. Bisher wurde ihre Klitoris noch gar nicht direkt stimuliert, das bernimmt jetzt dieser Arm. Saugen, kitzeln, Vibration, alles gleichzeitig. Das wird sie dann zum Ende noch einmal schaffen!'' Claire reagierte zunchst nicht stark auf die angekndigte neue Stimulation. Aber nach und nach wachten ihre Reaktionen wieder auf, wurden zwangslufig aufgeweckt. Der Oktopus riss sie innerlich hoch, trieb sie vorwrts und dann nahm er ihre Klitoris unter seinen Angriff. Ihre Brste wurden bis zum Zerspringen weit gezogen. Die schwarzen Krakenarme hoben jetzt ihren kmpfenden Krper hoch aus dem Sessel. Die gierigen Arme spreizten mit Gewalt ihre Beine weiter und weiter auseinander. Claire war wohl sehr gelenkig, denn mhelos wurden ihre Beine fast bis zum Spagat auseinander gezogen. Die Maschine reckte Claires wehrlosen Unterleib der gnadenlosen Glocke entgegen. Ihre Schreie fllten den Raum. Dann war sie still. Langsam und vorsichtig zog der Oktopus-Roboter sich zurck. Die Brste wurden wieder befreit, der Krper ausgewickelt. Was auch immer in der Glocke gearbeitet hatte, hatte sich jetzt zurckgezogen, die Glocke fiel in sich zusammen, verschwand im dicken Arm, dessen Spitze sich schloss. Claires Schamlippen blieben weit aufgespalten zurck. Sie waren tiefrot, ihre Vagina eine tiefe, zuckende Hhle. Ohne die Glocke tropfte von ihrer Vulva ein dickes, sattes Lustl auf den schweibedeckten Boden des Podests unter ihr. Claire sackte auf dem Sessel zusammen und glitt nach unten, glitt durch die ffnung des Sessels hindurch auf den Boden und blieb dort als nasser Haufen ohnmchtig zuckenden Fleisches liegen. Sie atmete stoweise. Krmpfe packten in unregelmigen Abstnden ihren Krper. Mike trat vorsichtig zu seiner ohnmchtigen Freundin an das Podest heran. Er streckte seine Hand aus und berhrte sanft ihren Kopf. Langsam schien sie zu erwachen, sie bewegte sich und ihre erste Bewegung war es, sich embryonal zusammenzurollen. Claire schloss ihre Beine und schob sich beide Hnde schtzend dazwischen, aber diese kleinen Bewegungen waren wohl schon zu viel fr sie. Wieder zitterte sie, ihr liegender Krper krampfte sich erneut in Agonie zusammen, als die jetzt freien Glieder von den Wellen des nchsten Orgasmus gepeitscht wurden. Claire schrie leise auf. Mike richtete sie mit Hilfe eines anderen Zuschauers auf und zwischen beide gesttzt schlich die tropfnass verschwitzte Claire wie eine nach 15 Runden geschlagene Boxerin aus dem Raum. Man konnte ihre Augen nicht sehen, denn niemand hatte daran gedacht, ihre Maske zu entfernen. Erstaunlicherweise kam das Trio nach einigen Schritten zum Stehen, denn wieder wurde Claires Krper von Krmpfen geschttelt und ihre Beine gaben unter ihr nach, weil schon wieder ein Hhepunkt sie erfasste, hervorgerufen nur durch die Bewegungen des Gehens. "Sie ist tatschlich multiple veranlagt", kommentierte DR.B. "Vielleicht htte Mike das andere Programm whlen sollen." Donna war indessen ebenfalls aus ihrer Ohnmacht aufgewacht, hatte sich aufgesetzt. Zgernd sa sie auf der Kante des Podests, zusammengekrmmt. Dann gab sie sich einen Ruck, griff sich an die Maske und statt sich nur die Augenfenster wieder zu ffnen, riss sie sich gleich das ganze Lederteil vom Kopf. Ihre Augen waren tiefbraun, aber jetzt von den Qualen gertet. Sie blinzelte herum, versuchte, sich zu orientieren. "Ich... Das war... ." Donna stammelte. "Wie fhlst Du dich?" Dr.B. fragte ohne Mitleid, nur an Donnas posttraumatischer Befindlichkeit interessiert. "Ich bin so... Es war furchtbar, .. schn, nein, gewaltig, nein ... Ich muss... ." "Die Mnner hier werden dir sicher helfen. Hans, komm doch mal her!" Dr.B. wendete sich an einen der Zuschauer, die die Szene mit Claire und Donna staunend betrachteten. "Donna, das ist Hans. Er war sicher sehr beeindruckt von deiner Show gerade. Wie beeindruckt? Greif ihm an die Hose, hier!" Dr.B. nahm Donnas Hand und legte die Hand Hans zwischen die Beine, wo er tatschlich nach dieser "Show" eine gewaltige Erektion hatte. Ohne zu zgern, riss Donna mit einem tierischen Grunzen Hans die Hose herunter, sein vllig steifes Glied sprang ihr ins Gesicht und ohne Vorwarnung packte Donna den Mann vor ihr an den Hften, warf ihn herum auf den Boden und schwang sich wie ein wahnsinnige Amazone auf den Liegenden. Mit einer Hand griff sie nach unten und fasste seinen steifen Schwanz, warf sich ansatzlos darauf, pfhlte sich, spiete sich auf. Donna ritt nun auf und ab, den Kopf im Nacken, die Hnde abwechselnd auf den Brustkorb des Mannes aufgesttzt, dann wieder wild ihre Brste knetend. Ihr schneller Galopp dauerte aber nur ein paar Sekunden, dann konnte der vllig berwltigte, aber durch die lange erotische Schau vorher schon bermig erregte Mann sich nicht mehr zurckhalten und spritzte ab. Donna bemerkte es nicht, reagierte nicht auf sein Sthnen, sein Aufbumen, ritt immer weiter, in ihrer eigenen Lust gefangen. Als aber das schlaffer gewordenen Glied dem Tempo und der Hrte ihres Ritts nicht mehr standhalten konnte und aus der triefenden Vagina rutschte, schrie sie enttuscht auf, stieg ab und warf sich sofort auf den nchsten der sprachlos zuschauenden Mnner. Auch dieser wurde ohne groe Vorbereitungen auf den Boden geworfen und zugeritten und auch dieser war der geilen Amazone nicht Manns genug. Auch der zweite spritzte ab, ohne dass Donna irgendwelche Befriedigung gezeigt htte. Schon stand aber der dritte da, der die Gelegenheit nutzen wollte, jetzt auch sein Erregung abzubauen, die nach der Schau mit dem Oktopus ihn ihm aufgestaut war, auch dieser musste als menschlicher Dildo herhalten, hielt aber ebenfalls nicht lange durch. Schon kamen der vierte und der fnfte an die Reihe, diesmal gleichzeitig, denn der Vierte hatte die Lage inzwischen erfasst, sich die Hose schon vorher ausgezogen und Donna auf der Suche nach ihrem nchsten Opfer seinerseits gegriffen, zum Podest gezogen und sich auf die Kante gesetzt, so dass sich Donna jetzt auf den bequem Sitzenden schwang. Der Fnfte war ebenfalls schon entkleidet, trat hinter Donna legte ihr eine Hand auf den Rcken und schob sie nach vorne. Der untere Mann -vielleicht hatten die beiden die Aktion geplant, vielleicht zusammen schon in hnlicher Stellung eine Frau gemeinsam gevgelt- legte sich nach hinten und zog dabei Donna mit ihm mit. Dadurch hob sich Donnas Hintern etwas an, wo jetzt der hintere Mann, der Donna jetzt nicht mehr an der Schulter hielt, sondern sich ihre langen dunklen Haare wie ein Cowboy den Zgel seines Mustangs um die Hand gewickelt hatte, mit seiner freien Hand seinen Schwanz an Donnas Mse positionierte. Einen Augenblick hielt Donna still, das gengte und mit der Gewalt seines ganzen Krpergewichts schob der Mann ihr auch noch einen zweiten Schwanz in die Vagina. Endlich erstarrte Donna etwas, wurde ruhiger, aber nur eine Sekunde lang und schon warf sie sich wieder in irrem Sex vor und zurck, jetzt auf zwei dicken Schwnzen gleichzeitig reitend. "Was ist das. Was macht sie da? Tun Sie etwas, Doktor!" Die Zuschauerin im Abendkleid, die vielleicht wirklich eine Freundin Donnas war, richtete sich an Dr.B. "Da kann man nichts machen. Die Frustration hat Folgen dieser Art. Durch die vllige Auslieferung an die Maschine ist der abschlieende Orgasmus, so gewaltig er auch war, nur krperlich, nicht seelisch befriedigend. Ein starker Charakter wie Donna muss dieses Trauma unbedingt durch aktiven, selbstgesteuerten Sex abbauen. Leider, und das ist sicher ein Ergebnis des neuen, so perfekten Programms, wird sie bei einem normalen Mann eine physische Befriedigung so schnell nicht mehr finden. So hnlich haben wir das bei Tests schon gesehen, aber noch nie so ausgeprgt. Faszinierend!" "Und das bedeutet jetzt fr Donna ... ?" "Sie wird sie alle ficken. Alle. Und dann? Wir werden sehen. Die Frauen?" Damit wendete sich der Doktor ab und ging auf Donna zu, die sich immer noch von mehreren Mnnerkrpern bedeckt auf dem Podest herumwlzte. Auch eine Frau hatte sich in Erregung entkleidet und war mit dabei. Beim Gehen ffnete der Doktor seine Hose.

I've decided to put Doc Specter to bed for a while...after all, an evil perverted genius needs his sleep too, yanno! Still, the twisted tales of the TransCorp employees continues. Specten left a bit of a legacy, and it seems that history often repeats itself. Hope you like Rudy as well as you enjoyed the doc. Enjoy! Story: Mind Trans-4-ance "Rudy! RUDY!!! Are you finished soldering the phase inverter into place yet?" Dr. Jennifer Bristol called out for the third time in the past ten minutes. 'I could have welded the fucking component in myself by this time,' she thought to herself. 'Never send a boy to do a WOMANS job.' "Rudy," she said over the laboratory intercom, "if you dont answer me in the next ten seconds---" "Im...*gasp* finished...Dr. Bristol!" Rudy Camden managed to gasp, breathless from jogging across the lab floor to the open mic switch on the wall. Sometimes being the laboratory assistant for the new head of research was no fun, especially when she was in a foul mood. But then again, with the recent shuffling in the corporate pyramid, it was easy to get bogged down in a depressed mood. Jennifer Bristol had assumed the post several weeks ago following the apparent execution of the former project head, Dr. James Specten. Specten, a perverted madman, had been caught in an attempted rape, and has convicted of more than sixty other unsolved rape cases dating back over the past year. He had been tried, convicted, and executed in the electric chair. There were rumors, however, that he had somehow survived his death, returning as a revenant, or specter, of his former self. Rumors had it that he had been responsible for the termination of several key officials in the corporation, including the marketing chairwoman, Marquita Kueenland, the personnel manager, Vicki West, and the projects second-in-command, Lisa Meadows. All three women had been arrested for committing lewd and indecent sexual acts in public, and taken for psychiatric evaluation to the local mental institution. Since his arrest, Spectens project had been put on hold, but with the embarrassing upheaval of several TransCorp employees, the board of directors were anxious to restart the project, hoping its success would boost their market shares, and help get the company back on its feet. Needing their brightest engineer to follow in Spectens footsteps, they appointed Jennifer to the task. "Okay, I think we're ready now," she said idly, adjusting the instruments, and checking her notes. The transport chamber they had constructed consisted of a large metal cylinder with wire probes extending an inch from the wall in all directions. A small wire frame doorway led into the circle, completing the circuit, allowing materials---and later on, hopefully people---to enter the tube and be reduced to their component energy states, transported across the world at light speeds to their destination, and reintegrated back into its original form. *IF* all the diagrams and circuits were all followed correctly. The target material, a box of various metal components, sat in the middle of the chamber on the brightly painted 'X' mark. Crossing her fingers, Jennifer hit the main power switch, and watched the monitor. For a moment, everything looked fine. The chamber was awash in blue light, all the probes arcing strands of blue lightning across the room, enveloping the target. For a moment, the target appeared to flicker, as if it was starting to disintegrate. Suddenly, a loud alarm went off, and all the control dials spun into the red as the emergency shut-off circuit activated, cutting the power. "Damn!" she hissed, slamming her fist onto the console. "I thought we HAD it that time! Everything was perfect, all the circuits checked out, and all of the equipment was in perfect working order. So what went wrong?" "Here it is, Doctor," Rudy piped up, pointing to the flashing K-14 circuit diagram. "The flux inductor burnt out. I remember Dr. Specten having trouble with that before when HE was testing the chamber. All that power flowing through it into the buffer circuits probably reduced it to melted slag." The research assistant sighed, leaning against the desk, his hand slipping accidentally close to Jennifer's. "The components all check out except the inductor. We need one right there to control the phase variance of the energized particles that the target is changed into...without that flux inductor to stabilize the flow, the entire circuit will fail. So, what do we do now?" Dr. Bristol pulled her hand away with a jerk. "You can START by keeping your hands to yourself, mister! I've told you before my policy on inter-office relationships! Go down to supply and get another inductor grid before I have your ass canned for sexual harassment!" Rudy glanced up at the angry woman in shock. He had talked to her before of maybe meeting together outside the office, but after being shot down a few hundred times, he had gotten the message. He had meant nothing forward at all! "But Doctor Bristol, I didn't---" "Not another word Rudy. Go to supply and get me that inductor." Sighing wearily, he left the office. He didn't know why, but lately Jennifer had become steadily more irritable and testy, snapping at every little thing he did wrong. When the project had first started, he had much enjoyed working alone with the lovely young woman; even though she strictly discouraged all of his advances, she seemed to delight in flirting, wearing very revealing and provocative clothing, four and five inch heels, and ruby red lipstick, that made her pouty hot lips all the more inviting. Now, close to the end, she seemed distracted, distant. Her clothing had become almost monk-like, wearing stylish but concealing pants, letting her white lab coat cover her silken, see-through blouses, and wearing no make-up whatsoever. Any attempt at small talk on his part was met with anger and threats of termination. It was a puzzle to him, one that he thought he might never solve. Meanwhile, Jennifer sighed deeply, sliding off her glasses and rubbing her temples. Things for her had not been going well at all. The project, which she had confidently promised the board of directors would be ready within a year, was already two months overdue. Her superiors were breathing down her neck for a working chamber to show their investors, and she continued to have minor problems. Worst of all, her relationship with her girlfriend Susan had ended three months ago, in a huge fight. Before, she had delighted in teasing her co-workers, and her department personnel, letting them see but not touch, none of them having the slightest clue she was gay. Now, without Susan in her life, everyone else's happiness seemed to put more salt in the wound. One or two women she found attractive at work, that she hesitantly approached, shot her down, none crueler than Andrea Stanton, who seemed to delight in her pain. Bitter by rejection, agonizing over her supervisor's continuing urge for a completed project, she felt she was nearly at a breaking point. Poor hapless Rudy had taken the brunt of her frustrations, and deep down she knew nothing that had happened had been his fault, yet she found herself yelling at him more and more, grinding the poor man into the ground under her own built-up anger and stress. "Doctor!" Rudy's excited voice called from downstairs. "Come here quick! The circuit room outside the chamber! You've GOT to see this!" "Have you got the new inductor circuit installed yet," she asked, not bothering to look up from the diagram. "No, I haven't, but that's why I need you to come see---" "RUDY!" she bellowed loudly. "Install the component! We haven't got all night for you to play around! We are already two months behind schedule!" The harsh words stung. Rudy, having felt the brutal tongue lashing often in the past three month felt his patience coming to an end. "Yes, I know," he tried again, taking a deep breath. "But doctor, if you'll just come down here---" "For what? To help you install a simple piece of electronic machinery? After all this time I would think you could at least install one piece of equipment without having to have me walk you through---" "DAMMIT, Dr. Bristol!" Rudy yelled back, finally fed up with her bitching. "If you will be quiet for a minute and let me tell you what is going on, you will want to come down here and see for yourself! The inductor circuit can't be installed just yet---because the old inductor remains seem to have fused with the other circuits...AND some foreign material! Furthermore, the circuit seems to be charged, as if its ready to power up. Now...would you like to take a look and see for yourself?" Unable to speak for the moment at his harsh words, Jennifer sighed, rose from her chair, and walked to the door. 'This had better be good,' she thought to herself. Making her way to the Trans-4 chamber room, the smell of burning rubber and silicon greeted her nostrils. "Ewww.." she gasped, covering her nose, as she walked over to the open panel box. "You get used to the smell after a while," Rudy said dryly. "See what I mean? There seem to be fused copper and selenium strands running through this area here, as well as traces of other unidentified metals. If I had to guess, the chamber had disintegrated part of the target, and was processing the energized molecules when the inductor burned out. Those few bits of metal returned to normal right THERE, in the middle of the blown circuit, and followed the electron trail, creating a new circuit where the old one had blown out. This isn't the inductor we designed, but the accident seemed to create one of its own." Rudy turned to his boss, seeing the surprise on her face, her wheels turning as she processed this unforeseen development. "Hmmm. Well if you're right, these melded materials have created an inductor component of its own. The circuit is complete again, and its even holding a charge." Jennifer thought carefully. "I have no idea what this will do to the motherboard," she said finally. "But as its literally fused into place anyway, we might as well activate it and see what we get." If nothing else, the intense power charge might burn out the hunk of half-molten metal, removing their problem for them. "Okay here goes!" Rudy called, flipping the breaker on the emergency cut-off switch, powering the circuits again. The lights in the room dimmed as the power drained into the chamber, everything glowing with a soft blue light as strands of blue lightning jump from probe to probe, enveloping the target materials fully. Entranced by the light show, Jennifer walked closer, gazing in delight at the sight of over a year's hard work and toil coming to fruition. Unfortunately, the target was stable and sound within the field, and showed no signs of disappearing. "What the hell? It's not working!" Jennifer said, leaning forward, letting her hand rest on the edge of the framework doorway, forgetting that the frame was in fact part of the circuitry. A bolt of blue lightning struck her full on, lifting her three feet into the air, and depositing her neatly on the laboratory floor. Her scream of surprise and terror died in her throat as she slumped unconscious to the cold floor. Moving quickly, Rudy shut down the power, and ran to his unmoving boss. 'Oh shit, what have I done?' he thought to himself. 'I've really done it now! There's no telling what the chamber's energy might have done to her!'Placing a hand to her chest, he sighed with relief feeling her heart beating normally, her chest rising and falling with each breath of air. At least she was alive. "Uhhhh," she moaned weakly, her eyes fluttering open. Her face turned from a look of surprise to a look of horror and anger as her eyes focused on Rudy's hand on her chest. "What...the fuck?" she said, pushing herself up onto her feet. "Trying to take advantage of me while I was down, Rudy?" she said, coming fully awake again. "That's the last straw! First you nearly fry me with my own creation, THEN you feel me up while I'm out cold! You are OUT of here, Rudy! Terminated! Consider yourself FIRED!" "Fired? Me?" Rudy said incredulously. "For trying to feel you up? Let me tell you something, Dr. Bristol, I wouldn't touch you if you were the last woman on earth! I was only checking to see if you were alright, not feeling you up! You are biggest, most irrepressible BITCH I have ever known!" ' Bitch...bitch...you are the biggest BITCH...most irrepressible BITCH...BITCH BITCH BITCH...' The words echoed eerily in her ears, sinking deep into her mind, as everything else faded into non-existence. Suddenly, the room came back into focus again. Jennifer glanced up at Rudy, letting the anger and frustration she had felt a moment before return. She felt a growl stirring in her throat, as her lips curled back. Bitch. She was a bitch, the biggest and baddest bitch he had ever seen, and she was angry. "Huh? What the hell---what's wrong with you Doctor Bristol? Why are you on the ground like that? What the FUCK---" Rudy barely managed to get his arm up in time to block her attack. The woman pounced on him, growling, sinking fingernails deep into his flesh, drawing blood, all the while trying to sink her teeth into his throat. "Get off me!" Rudy screamed hysterically, fighting for his life, and to his surprise the woman-dog did just that, moving off him immediately, still growling and sullen. "What the hell is wrong with you? Did that machine scramble your brains or what?" Something suddenly 'clicked' in his mind at that point, as he had an epiphany. The discharge from the machine, frying her synapses, altering her mind ever so slightly. She had passed out, but had seemed perfectly fine when she had awakened. She had blown her temper at him, which was also normal. He had then reacted, telling her she was a bitch, and within seconds, she had dropped to all fours, growling and snapping like some rabid canine. He had freaked, then yelling at her to get off him, and just as immediately, she had complied, even though she still looked like she wanted to rip him to pieces. It appeared that whatever her told her became her reality, accepted by her mind as the truth. An interesting theory, but one he needed to test to be certain. "Oh, I'm sorry, I seem to be mistaken. You're NOT a bitch after all, my dear. In fact, you are the loveliest woman I've ever seen. Dr. Jennifer Bristol, you are indeed all woman." The confused woman shook her head, glassy eyes blinking, as she straightened up, moving back on two legs. 'Good,' he thought to himself. 'But she still looks angry.' "Now, I KNOW you're not still mad at me, Doctor. Surely, you're not. In fact, there's nothing to be upset about at all. Nothing happened in the past few minutes to even get you upset...I'll bet you can't even remember what all the fuss was about, now can you?" "Huh?" Jennifer replied, shaking her fuzzy head. It felt as if her thoughts were sluggish, moving through wet cement to reach her brain. "I don't understand. What...what happened? How did I get down here in the lab? Rudy, what's going on here?" Success! Barely able to hide his excitement, he walked over to the dazed scientist, pulling her over to a stool. "It's okay, Dr. Bristol. The machine shorted out a bit while we were examining the circuit I told you about, remember? It shocked you, and you passed out for a while. You seem a little confused, but I'm sure the more you think on it, the more you'll remember exactly what I just said as it happened." The glazed look faded slowly, as his words became reality in her mind. "Y...yes. Yes! As a matter of fact I do. Boy, I was lucky! I could have been killed!" she exclaimed. She walked back over to the circuit board, frowning. "Do you know what caused the discharge? And what is all of this ...whatever-it-is in there? It looks like material from the target melded into the burnt out inductor!" "I think you're right, Doctor. But enough about that for now. Come over here and rest, I think you are still a bit woozy from the shock. Jennifer shook her head. "Don't be silly, Rudy, I'm perfectly fine. I want to see what went wrong here." Rudy frowned. It wasn't working anymore. She should have obeyed his command to return and sit down, feeling weak and woozy. Perhaps the effects of the shock were only temporary? It was risky, but he'd have to give her another jolt. "Hmm, you're probably right, Doctor," he said, thinking quickly, moving silently across the room to the circuit breaker. "If those are strands of target material, maybe you should examine the target to see if there's been any...ummmm...degradation?" "Good idea, Rudy," she said, walking over to the chamber. As she stepped across the threshold, she turned back to glance at him. "Just make sure the unit doesn't activate while I'm insi--" At that moment, Rudy flipped the switch, powering up the chamber, sending another bolt of blue lightning arcing into Dr. Bristol. Hair standing on end, her body engulfed in the energy, she looked like some dark vision, an avenging angel surrounded by heavenly bolts. Rudy held the power for a few moments more, then rushed over to his 'angel' as she crumpled to the floor. "Dr. Bristol," he said, lightly slapping her face. "Speak to me. Are you alright?" Her eyes fluttered for a moment or two, then opened, with that same distorted, glassy stare that she had worn moments after the last shock. "Mmmm...what? The machine! I...I was hit...by the energy from the machine," she sputtered, trying to rise to her feet. She glanced up at her assistant in horror. "Rudy, what did you do? What have you done to me?" The once mild-mannered assistant smiled wickedly, letting a hand gently caress the woman's cheek. All of the months of abuse, of being dominated and humiliated at the hands of this beautiful young woman came roaring back to him then, and he remembered how GOOD it had felt to take charge, to let his anger flow through when he had silenced her whining and bitching and COMMANDED her to come down to the lab NOW. The worm had turned, and it was about to travle far and free. "Nothing yet, my dear. Absolutely nothing. But dont worry, the night is young." * * * * * * * * * * * "Personal log. Rudy Camden, research assistant for TransCorp transportation research and development. Completely by accident, I have discovered a process of completely controlling and dominating the mind of any subject I wish. The transportation device, known with this division as the Trans-4 system, was modified slightly, through an unforeseen circuit failure in testing, fusing the circuit with foreign material strands of various metals. The modified circuitry creates a type of energy that affects only the human brain, scrambling electrical impulses, leaving the subject severely susceptible to the power of suggestion. In short, the subject will do whatever they are told, become whatever they are told they are, and remember only what they are instructed to. My unwitting subject, Dr. Jennifer Bristol, has been exposed to this energy several times within the past three days. The effects are always the same: temporary unconsciousness, followed by a period of disorientation, followed by the before mentioned vulnerable state. This mental state lasts for precisely half an hour, no more, no less. Afterwards, the subject's mental faculties return to normal; however, any changes made in the person's thinking or behavior remain permanent. Repeated exposure to the energy thus far has shown no adverse side effects, and no damage to the subject has been recorded. It is my belief that this technology can be of great use to TransCorp and possibly to the government, however, the limits of this technology and the specific effects are still unknown. Further tests need to be done, and on other subjects. I intend to report all my subsequent findings in further logs, however it must be made clear that the final word on this technology lies within my hands. In the wrong hands, this could be disastrous. The effects of this new energy could have global repercussions. I must be absolutely sure before I release the specs on this project. Rudy Camden, research assistant for TransCorp transportation research and development, signing off." * * * * * * * * * * * Rudy shut off the recorder, sighing contentedly. In three short days, things had changed dramatically in his life. Dr. Bristol, his boss, was literally a new woman. He had remade the stuffy annoying bitch over into a nicer, more submissive version. She was now a delight to work with, and a pleasure to command. "Mmmm...Jenny darling, that's enough for now," he rasped softly, pulling the beautiful blonde up from his very satisfied cock. "You have work to do, my little slave. The project head still wants a working model as soon as possible," he reminded her chidingly. Dr. Bristol smiled submissively, wiping her mouth. "Yes, of course, how silly of me," she said with a girlish giggle. "I get so carried away sometimes. If I finish the prototype today can I...ummm...you know," she said shyly, looking down at the floor. Rudy smiled. His new slave never seemed to lose her wariness about a man's cock, despite his reconditioning of her sexuality---that had been a real surprise to him. Now, she always seemed at war with her own feelings, repulsed and disgusted with sex with a man, yet because of his control of her mind, craving it, needing it, and wanting it with a passion. It made for an interesting sex life, however, so Rudy left her that way. "Yes, if you hurry and finish, Rudy said idly, looking through a collection of video tapes. One in particular caught his eye, and he smiled as his obedient little boss sashayed out of the office. Slipping the tape into the nearest monitor, he pushed PLAY. The screen filled with Dr. Bristol's first conditioning session. The beautiful blonde sat on a stool in the middle of the chamber, the camera locked onto her face. Rudy, off in the background, could not be seen, but his voice could be clearly heard. "Jennifer, can you hear me?" "Yes, of course. But how many times must I tell you, not to call me Jennifer? Its Doctor Bristol at the workplace, Rudy." A chuckle. "Oh my dear doctor, I don't think you mean that. In fact, I think you LIKE it when I call you by your first name. You want me to call you Jennifer, don't you?" The figure in the chair stiffened slightly, her mouth moving, mouthing unspoken words. Then she relaxed again, blinking, and turning to face the camera. "Yes, you're right. It IS nice to hear you say my name. Let's just dispense with all the formalities and just call me Jenny. I'd like that." "Very good Jenny. Okay, now I want you to answer the questions I'm about to ask you, honesty, and immediately. You will not lie or omit anything, in fact you will find it IMPOSSIBLE to lie or omit anything in response to my questions. And you must answer me...no keeping silent, Jenny." "But...but that's not fair!" she protested, looking uncomfortable. "I don't want to talk to you about my personal life! Let me out of here this instant, this little talk is over---" "No, Jenny, its just begun," he replied calmly. "You're not leaving here, not until I release you. And you DO want to talk to me. You want to tell me anything I ask, and you're happy for the chance. We really don't get the chance to really TALK often enough." "No...don't want to..." she managed, before her eyes rolled up into her head. A soft moan escaped her lips, and a smile made its way across them. Coming back to herself, she nodded briskly. "Oh yes. I do so want to talk to you, Rudy. There's so much we don't know about each other, so much I really haven't shared. What do you want to know? Of course, you can ask me ANYTHING." "Good. Are you in a relationship with anyone at the moment." "No." She looked really uncomfortable. "Ah, too bad. Did you have a recent break-up or something?" "Yes." A deep sigh. "Jenny, how about a bit more input. Yes and No answers aren't very helpful." "Yes, I broke up with my...lover. We had been together for three years, but we had a big fight about two months ago and haven't spoken since." "Oh, I see. What was his name?" Jennifer shook her head. "It wasn't a him, it was a her. Her name was Susan." A woman?!? "Jennifer...your lover was a woman?" "Yes, of course. I'm a lesbian, Rudy. Didn't you guess that by now?" "No, of course not!" he replied hotly. "How was I to know? You never said anything, and you were adamant about not talking about personal lives in the workplace before. And besides, you seemed to delight in flirting with me and the other guys in the research department!" "That was all part of the fun. The whole allure of teasing a man, showing him what he can't have. Susan and I used to spend our night together, joking about how many propositions we had gotten from obsessed men that day." Sigh. "Now that she's gone, it doesn't seem quite as much fun." "I should think not. Well Jennifer, this is your lucky day. I'm going to help you with your little problem. As of now, you're going to love men. Now, I will not deprive you of your own deep passions, your love for women can remain, but from now on you are bi-sexual. Got that? You love cock. In fact, the thought of being so close to me, with my hard cock, makes you hot, doesn't it? Makes you want to feel it inside you, right Jenny?" Jennifer's face turned into a scowl. "No fucking way! I'd rather die than feel that slimy piece of shit inside me! Me, fuck a man? I don't think so, Rudy. You can go jack yourself off for all I care---its the closest you'll come to getting in between my legs!" "Shit! Its thirty minutes already?" Footsteps can be heard leaving in the background, then silence. A second later, Jennifer screams as the unit roars to life, striking her with blue bolts of energy, knocking her out. The sound of footsteps return, just as Jennifer moans, rolling her head slightly to the side as she comes awake. "Now, then, Jenny my dear, shall we continue?" Jennifer's eyes focused blearily on her tormentor. Seeing he had her attention, he began again. "Jennifer, repeat after me, as my words sink into your mind, becoming reality. You like men." "I...I l-l-like men." "You love men." "I...love men." "You love cock." "I love cock." "You love to suck it, deep throat it, and be fucked by it." "I love to suck it. I love to deep throat it. I love to be fucked by it." "Good girl. Now for the most important part. You love Rudy." "I love Rudy." "Rudy is your friend, your lover, your Master." "Rudy is my friend. Rudy is my lover. Rudy is my Master." "Very good, doctor. Remember that. Rudy is your Master, and you love to submit to him, to fulfill his wishes. You live to serve him, to please him, to pleasure him. And you love nothing better than the feeling of his glorious cock inside you, in your mouth, your pussy, or your ass---whichever your Master wishes!" "Rudy...is my Master...love to submit...his wishes...live to serve him, please him...pleasure him...mmmmm...love his glorious cock...in my mouth, my pussy, my ass." "Very good, Jennifer. I'm proud of you. Now I want you to do something for me. I want you to remove your clothes for me, and play with yourself. By doing this you will please me very much. And Jennifer, pleasing me gives you sexual pleasure. Yes, everytime you submit to me, or serve me in some way, you will feel yourself getting more and more aroused, wetter, and hotter in your pretty little snatch. Everything you do at my command makes you feel like you're about to come, but Jenny my dear, you cannot come...you WILL NEVER come, unless I give you permission." A whimper escaped the poor girl's lips as she shed her clothing, sitting back down, nude, on the stool. Her hands began stroking and caressing her soft slender body all over, teasing her nipples into hard little peaks, before sliding downwards to her thinly furred delta. Rudy had commanded her to play with herself, and as she did so her pleasure and arousal continued to build, until soon she was busy humping all ten of her fingers, moaning loudly, trying to find release. "Ohhh...oh oh ooh...please Rudy...I can't...I can't come. I need to come so badly...please Rudy!" "That's it, my little slave, beg me to let you come," Rudy said huskily. Off camera, he was naked now as well, stroking his enlarged dick with both hands as he watched his boss perform for him. "Please Rudy, let me come...I need it so badly...please Rudy, please!" "No, you can do better than that, Jenny. Beg me like a slave! That's what you are, you know, my slave! Now beg me real good and maybe I'll take care of that hot little pussy for you, and give you the release you want so bad!" Jennifer was going out of her mind with need. Her hands were like mindless automatons at her pussy, working with a mind of their own to bring her off. But she couldn't, not without her Master. Her Master. That was it, what she needed to come. Suddenly she realized what was wrong, what she had been missing. "Please Master," she begged, tears in her eyes. "Please fuck me! Slide your big thick cock inside me, stick me good and hard like the little slut I am! I beg for your fat rod, Master, I beg to be fucked and violated by your almighty dick! Split me open on that monster, please!" she screamed. Unable to resist, Rudy stepped into the picture, taking Jenny to the floor, mounting her, and putting her through her paces. After bringing her to the razor's edge of bliss a few times, he relented and allowed her to come, letting her scream and thrash her pleasure, until her very wet juices ran down their legs in a puddle on the floor. Satisfied, and fully sated, Rudy pulled himself up from the dazed and exhausted woman, smiling wickedly. "Jenny, my little slave," he gasped breathlessly, "this is how its going to be from now on. Work will resume as always, but from now on, in private, you will service your Master whenever he wishes it. Now, get cleaned up and dressed, we have work to do." In the control room, Rudy sighed softly, shutting off the tape. Just as it had the many other times he watched it, the tape had excited him. As soon as she returned from working on a miniature version of the mind-control device, slave jenny was in for another good fucking. Outside the office, down in the lab, Dr. Bristol was working furiously, soldering the tiny components into the small hand-held prototype they had designed. Her mind buzzed with her Master's voice, promises of blissful sex and untold pleasures echoing in the caverns of her mind. Deep down, she knew what he had done to her, molding her, shaping her into his image, turning her into his helpless slut. Even as she worked on a device capable of doing the same to others, she was unable to resist. Thanks to their latest 'session' she no longer had even the desire to resist. Inside, she was still herself, still Dr. Jennifer Bristol, but slave jenny was in control now, and Jennifer found herself luxuriating in her new persona. Never before had she felt so free, so uninhibited, so stress free. Things were so important to Jennifer no longer mattered to slave jenny. Her only desire was to please her Master, and perhaps receive his pleasure in return. Her clitty jumped with the thought, and she hurriedly began soldering more circuits. Just finishing, jenny turned to see the door open, and her superior in the company, Dr. Crystal Huumes stormed in. "Dr. Bristol!" she said loudly. "THERE you are! I have been ringing your office for the past five days now, trying to get an update on the project. I hope you have good news for me, Doctor, because the board is seriously considering suspending the project and cutting its losses. Including you." Slave jenny frowned. This was a problem. Dr. Huumes wanted to shut down the funding for the project. But her Master had given them a NEW project, a top-secret agenda, and one word from Crystal Huumes would put it all in jeopardy. Somehow she had to stall her. "Um, yes, yes of course, Crystal," she said quickly, smiling at her boss. "I have been busy finishing up a few loose ends, and documenting all the trial runs. Everything should be just about ready to show the board." "Good. I'll let them know the good news," Crystal said, tritely, turning to go. Jennifer reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "Wait! Not so fast, Doctor," Dr. Bristol said with a smile. "Don't you think you could come and see the machine in action while you're here? It's really quite amazing to see up close. And it would give you something more concrete to give the Board, don't you think?" "Bah, I don't think so. I have my own projects to attend to," she replied turning to leave once more. "Just send the files and documentation, and the Board will be satisfied. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for another little engagement." Dr. Bristol's hand closed on the handle of the mini-unit she had just finished creating. "Wait!" she called out to her boss, who turned yet again, anger evident in her expression. That expression rapidly changed to surprise them fear as Jennifer Bristol brought the small device to bear on Crystal's chest. "This is something you should really stick around for, Crystal." "Have you gone mad? What is that thing you're pointing at me?" Slave jenny smiled wickedly, feeling her nipples begin to pucker with excitement. "Oh this? This is the first miniaturized version of the Trans-4 chamber system. It took a few days to build, but its lightweight, small, easily concealable, and shaped like a stun-gun, it won't attract any undue attention. What do you think?" Jennifer turned the switch on the side, and the two probes lit up with blue energy. "Is it safe?" Crystal asked, backing up. "How many times have you tested that thing?" "Oh, this will be the first," slave jenny replied with a laugh, as she squeezed the trigger. A small thin bolt of blue lightning discharged, sending Crystal Huumes to the floor. jenny smiles softly, licking her lips devilishly. * * * * * * * * * * * 'I wonder what's keeping her?' Rudy thought to himself. He flipped a switch, activating the video surveillance system, then gasped as he saw not one but TWO naked women on monitor three, slave jenny and some other woman, engaging in a fast, furious, frenzy of fucking. ' What the hell? Where did she come from?' he thought, getting to his feet and hurrying down the stairs to the circuit room. "Jenny!" he bellowed. "Jenny, what is going on in here? Who the fuck is...is...oh shit! Dr. Huumes!!" The slender redhead didn't answer, her mouth and tongue busily working away at slave jenny's hot wet snatch. Giggling and moaning, jenny managed to gasp out, "ohhhh..mmmm..oh don't stop...I'm sorry Master...tee heee, hehehe.. but she only answers to the name..the...the..oh shit oh shit oh shhhiiiittt!! MMMMMMMMM!!! She only answers to the name...'pussy slave' now! Tee heee..." Rudy shook his head, trying to fight the sheer eroticism of the scene before him---trying and failing. Rubbing his growing bulge he asked, "What happened? How did she get here, and how...did she get like THIS?" Seeing her Master's need, slave jenny moved her hands to unzip his pants, pulling out his fabulous cock, and answered between sucking and licking his oh-so-sweet member. "Mmmm...well she...*slurp* came in suddenly...mmmmm...to see what...*slurp* progress me made...mmmmm...on the chamber. *slurp* She was *lick lick lick* going to go back to the Board of Directors...mmmmmm...if I hadn't stopped her...*lick lick lick* so I did the only thing...mmmm...I could think of...*slurp* I used the device." Rudy sighed deeply, in pleasure at the tender ministrations of his little slave. Cock or pussy, slave jenny had one talented mouth, and could well please either. "Uuummmm...that's fantastic news, my slave! Excellent. But from now on, only I am to operate the device, do you understand? You are never to use it." Rudy felt the thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He had forgotten to limit jenny's use of the device. Without such a command, jenny could easily have reversed the tables on him, making HIM her eager little slave-slut. In fact, in the next 'session' he would have to remove all knowledge of the device and how it works. Unfortunately, at that moment, several things happened at once. The two mind-altered slave girls, nearing their climax, were given sexual release. As Rudy came hard in her pussy, he let slave jenny come, and she in turn whispered the magic phrase to allow her own slut, pussy slave, to climax. All three of them were deep in orgasm, lost to the world, when the doors opened suddenly, and about ten security men entered. In his hurry to locate Jennifer, he had switched on ALL the surveillance equipment, including the out-going signal to the guard building. It took several minutes before the startled guards were able to leave the erotic scene before them and charge the building. After the little 'incidents' with the supposed victims of Dr. Specten, they were on alert to act upon any strange or unusual activity, especially rampant sexual behavior. The three people were led away in handcuffs, still naked, where they would be given a psychiatric evaluation. Most likely they would all be terminated, and would DEFINITELY end up patients at the TransCorp run mental facility, Bellview Mental Hospital. To his chagrin, Rudy was separated from his two new slaves, and despite all his efforts to the otherwise, he was unable to get free to see them. The miniature device, an unknown piece of equipment, was locked away with the rest of the project and moth-balled. The chamber itself was dismantled, and the project was deemed an abysmal failure. Still Rudy did not mind too much. As his predecessor, Dr. Specten had learned, all things come to those who wait. He merely had to be patient, and upon his release, he could continue with his experiments. 'Yes,' thought to himself, 'this is not the end. They haven't seen the last of me, by any means! This is simply a little vacation for me...a chance to rest and unwind. But I'll be back. COUNT ON IT!' <<<<The end...for now!>>>>>

--===CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 18===-- Chapter 18 Mass Distribution "Look, I need to know all four steps. And I have to know them now. I can't wait until later, because I will have to present this as a cohesive package to the distributors, and also, the program builds on itself, so your concept of four separate installments just won't work." "I see," replied the committee member. "Very well. Here is what we need the American people to believe at the end of the programming..." ----- When the man left, Ron was stunned. The plan was utterly simple, yet devilishly tricky to pull off. And the ramifications... *I don't know if I want to be a part of this or not. On the other hand, what choice do I have at this point? How do I deal with this?* Ron had just decided to postpone his deliberation for another time, when he heard a ruckus raised in another room. He went to investigate. What he saw were his two girls, Nikki and Tammy, rolling around on the floor, fighting. Other family members were staring, unsure of what to do. No one in the family had caused this kind of trouble before. "ENOUGH!!" Ron's voice bellowed across the room, freezing everyone in their tracks. Nikki and Tammy both bolted to their feet, and cowered slightly as he approached. Kumiko, who would normally have intervened on their behalf, was cringing on the other side of the room. Nobody expected Linda to step up to bat for them. Linda moved quickly in front of Ron. "Ron, wait. Don't deal with this while you're angry. You might do something that you normally wouldn't, something you'll regret doing when you think back on it. Please, just take a moment to calm down. For me?" She gave him a pleading look that stopped him in his tracks. Ron considered for a second her request, and realized she was right. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes. When he felt relaxed enough, he opened his eyes, and gave Linda a kiss. "Thank you." Then he moved past her to the girls. "What is going on?" They both started talking at once, then stopped. They started again, and then they just glared at each other. Ron was having a hard time not laughing. Linda had broken the tension for him, if not for anyone else. He found this exchange utterly funny, but he knew nobody else would understand him laughing just now. "Nikki? You first." "Ron, she's just become impossible. She steals my boyfriend, gets me kicked off the debate team, and intentionally makes me look bad in front of my teachers. Today, she stole my homework and I got an 'F' on my assignment!" Nikki looked ready to go back at it. "Tammy? Care to comment?" "I didn't *steal* her boyfriend, he chose to go out with me. As to the other stuff, I won't even dignify it with a comment." "I see. Well, is there any chance that you two are going to resolve this on your own?" Ron got no response. "Does anyone else have anything to add?" Sandra stepped forward. "Ron, honey, this fight has been going on now for a month. We've tried not to bother you with it." "A month, huh? Well, that certainly does imply they aren't going to get over it. So, you two, what do I do about this?" Neither of them had an answer. "If I force you two to make up, it won't make any real difference, will it?" He received reluctant shakes of the head. "Fine. Then you'll just have to be separated." Nobody really knew what he meant by that, and they were all waiting for him to explain. Tammy was the first to get up the courage to ask. "What do you mean, Ron?" "I mean, Tammy, that it is time for you to go home. I allowed you to stay here as Nikki's friend and companion. If you can no longer fill that role, it is time for you to leave. Your old room is waiting for you, and, according to my last phone conversation with your parents they would be happy to have you back. Of course, that was a couple of months ago. Megan will help you pack your stuff, and I'll go call your parents. Get moving." Tammy and Megan headed upstairs, and Nikki walked over and embraced Ron. "Thank you, big brother. I knew you'd be on my side." "You're my sister, Nikki. Tammy's just an acquaintance. She wasn't even a slave like Kumiko and Megan. She was just your friend. If you don't want her here anymore, then she goes. You should have said something to me a long time ago." Ron bent down and kissed his sister. "Remember that I love you, Sis." Ron turned to Linda, and said, "I want to thank you again for stopping me back there. I was pretty upset. I'm glad you chose to stay here." He embraced her, and then left the room. Sandra looked at Linda and said, "At least he listens to *someone* around here." "What do you mean?" She replied. "Ron hasn't taken orders from me in years." Sandra's voice betrayed no bitterness, just a wistful sadness. "I'm really not much of a mother, anymore." "This is an unusual family, Sandy. I don't know why I feel comfortable here, but I certainly do seem to fit right in." "We're all glad you're here, ya know," interjected Nicole. "I'm glad to hear that, Nikki, because I really don't want to leave." ----- Ron had returned to his workshop to call the O'Rourkes. "Yes, ma'am. No, problem, she'll be waiting when you get here... You do know how to get here, right?...That...that's right. Okay, then... Good-bye." Ron hung up the phone, and turned to see his sister standing in the doorway. "Hey, Nik. What's up?" She walked over to him, and sat on the edge of his workbench. "I don't get it, Ron. I really expected you to be all pissed off about this. I mean, you really like Tammy, and you and I haven't... you know, in a long time. I was worried you'd take her side about this whole deal." Ron took her hand, and pulled her to him. "Yes, I like Tammy. I'd have been okay with it if you two had remained friends and stayed here until you were grown. But I've got a lot on my mind now. CAMP has got a lot of work for me to do, and I'm still struggling with some stuff that I'd just as soon not bother the family about. To make a long story short, I don't have time to try to work this out. You guys can't make it work on your own, so this seems like an ideal solution. Besides, you seem more interested in guys now than girls." With that, he pulled his sister down into his lap. Nikki automatically placed her arms around her brother's neck. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and they sat like that for some time. Ron rubbed his sister's back, relaxing her out of her tension. He began to kiss her neck where he had access. Certainly she could feel his dick pressing against her leg through both their pants. She sat up, and gave him her best come-on look. "Are you trying to make out with me, big brother?" "Is it working?" He asked. "Absolutely." She pressed her lips to his, and they kissed. He unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it off her. In turn, she removed his shirt. Without breaking the kiss, they both stood and began to undo each other's pants. Soon, they were both completely disrobed. Nikki finally broke the kiss, and dropped to her knees. "Remember this, Ron?" she asked as her lips engulfed his cock. It had been a long time since Ron and Nikki had last made love, and he had allowed himself to forget how talented she was. * Oh my God, that feels so wonderful!* Nikki's lips played up and down his shaft, sending shivers up and down his body. Her tongue writhed along the underside of his dick, twisting and licking as she sucked for all she was worth. It wasn't long before Ron felt the familiar tingles that meant he was ready to burst. He gently took her head in his hands, and pushed his cock down her throat. She continued her sucking as best she could, and that sent him over the edge. He poured wad after creamy wad of cum down her throat, until at last he had no more to give. He released her, but she continued sucking. Soon she had him back to hardness. She rose to her feet, and hopped up onto the workbench. She spread her legs wide, and gave her brother a sluttish look. "Your turn." Ron complied, and dropped his mouth onto her pussy. He began licking her slit up and down in long, languorous strokes. Occasionally, he'd flick his tongue over her clit, and she would shiver uncontrollably. He worked a single finger into her cunt while he was sucking, moving it slowly in and out. Once he had it well lubed, he pressed his finger into her ass. Nikki moaned, at first in discomfort, and then in lust. Ron took her clit into his mouth and applied heavy suction. Meanwhile, his finger had worked itself fully into her bowels, and Ron was now moving it in and out at a steady pace. She was thrashing all over the workbench, and Ron knew she was close. He bit down lightly on her clit, and she screamed out her orgasm. She was flying high, completely oblivious to the world in her orgasmic haze. For minutes, she rolled her head and her body spasmed. Finally, she came down, but what she wanted was... more. "I need you inside me, Ron. Fuck me. Screw my brains out!" Ron was ready for this, and rose quickly to place his cock at her opening. He teased her briefly, rubbing his cock across her slit, but resisting all attempts to get it inside her. Finally, he placed his cock at her hole, and pressed in. In one long, slow, glorious stroke, he slid his cock in her to the hilt. He bent over and kissed his sister, letting his tongue roam her mouth. He tweaked her nipple and massaged her breast, and then began to fuck her. He began slow, but it didn't stay that way. Soon, it escalated into a mad frenzy of thrashing body parts. Ron picked Nikki up, and they both tumbled to the floor. Ron rolled on top, and continued pummeling into her. Nikki's moans were continuous now, her hips thrusting back up at Ron to match each of his own. Higher and higher they rode, climbing what seemed an endless slope of ecstasy. Ron, knowing what his sister truly loved, reached out with his extension and formed it into a cock. This, he slid home into her ass. Nikki, not expecting the intrusion, was jolted as if by an electric shock. Soon her face took on the smile of a woman happy with the world. It was the most serene expression he had ever seen, and it warmed his heart to know he had made her that way. He continued ramming into her, pulling his dick out as he pushed his extension in. Her cries grew louder and louder, until finally they both climaxed in a glorious orgasm of pleasure. Neither of them could think for several moments, until they drew down from their heights of enjoyment. "That was absolutely wonderful, Nikki." Ron kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I missed you, big brother. Let's do this more often, okay?" She kissed him this time, letting him know she was his, now, and always. ----- Ron was looking down at the passing countryside from 35,000 feet. His first class seat was very comfortable, and there was no one sitting next to him to be a bother. Had Ron been a less cautious individual than he was, he might have decided to have some fun with the stewardess, who was very cute. He busied himself trying to work together a sales pitch for his new program. He was afraid that mind control was becoming too prevalent a part of his tactics. He felt that they should be used in less obtrusive ways, as he had done with his family. Forcibly changing wills so abruptly seemed to him to be a dangerous thing to do, though he could no more point to an actual hazard than he could shake the feeling that there was something wrong in this whole scheme. Ron had decided to go along with CAMP's mission, after long internal debates and a very roundabout discussion with Linda. She refused to be let in on any of the specifics, insisting it wasn't "her place" to know about important details of his work. He had finally come to the conclusion that the Russians would probably make similar changes to his parent society, but would be much more abrupt in the process. Also was the nontrivial possibility that they would turn his country into one big slave state. That would not be allowed to happen so long as Ron breathed. Ron got off the plane in Los Angeles, and was greeted by a man named Taylor. "James sent me as a guide for you. I am completely familiar with the Los Angeles area, and most of Southern California." "That's cool. Let's drop off my bags, and then we can get to work." After checking him into his hotel, Taylor showed Ron some sights on their way to their first appointment. "So, Taylor, who do I meet first?" "Lee Franz, the head of visual effects at ILM." "That's cool. Anything in particular I should know about this guy before I go into his office?" "Not that I know of, but I'm not on the 'inside track', if you know what I mean. Hollywood isn't my normal territory." "Not a problem. I've learned to think on my feet." "So I've been told. You've become something of a legend in the organization. Your bio was very enlightening." "Glad you enjoyed it. Wish I'd had a hand in writing it, though. They tended to attribute the wrong motives to people's actions. This the place?" "Sure is. Industrial Light and Magic: the dream factory. You need a special effect done, these guys can do it. Franz's office is on the fourth floor. They're expecting you in about fifteen minutes. I'll be waiting here when you get out." Ron thanked Taylor and headed into the building. On the elevator ride up to the fourth floor, he could feel the butterflies dancing in his stomach. "Jitters?" Ron was startled out of his reverie by the young woman standing next to him. "Excuse me?" "I asked if you had the jitters. Going in to see the boss?" "I don't work here, but, yes, I'm going to see Mr. Franz. And yes, I do have the jitters." "Don't worry. I'm his secretary. He's a nice guy. He'll treat you fair. Hey, are you Mr.... um... Chaney? No, that's not right... Chaffey! Are you Mr. Chaffey?" "Yes, ma'am." "Well, the boss has been talking about you all day. Not sure what to make of you. 'There are no really new effects out there,' he says. 'Only new twists on old stuff.'" "I hope that I can convince him otherwise." "You'll do great. Come on." She led him down a corridor and into a plush waiting room. "He's ready for you now, so go ahead and go in. Good luck!" Ron thanked the nice lady, and walked through a set of wooden double doors. In the room were a man and a woman. The man he assumed to be Mr. Franz. He scanned the woman. She was his "executive assistant". *More likely, a good lay* Ron thought. He was surprised to find that he was wrong. Mr. Franz had not gotten into this young woman's pants, though further scanning revealed that he desperately wanted to. *Ahhhh. An opening.* "Good afternoon, Mr. Franz. I'm Ron Chaffey." Ron reached out to shake. Franz took his hand, and then introduced Kathleen DeMarco, his executive assistant. Ron politely acknowledged her, and then they got down to business. "So, Mr. Chaffey, just what is it you have that's so great? Some new stop-motion technique? Or a new twist on Go-Motion? What are we going to look at?" "Well, sir, this falls into the realm of CGI, and it's not a scene-maker in and of itself. It's more a sort of visual effect that could be useful in many of today's science fiction films. The tape I brought along with me really doesn't do the effect justice..." Conversation proceeded for about twenty minutes, at which point Ron could tell he was not getting through to his audience. "I'm sorry, Mr. Chaffey, but this just doesn't sound like something that ILM could use at this time." "How can you tell without having seen it, sir?" "I'm a professional son." "I understand that, sir. And I know that your time is limited. If I could, perhaps, show it to Ms. DeMarco, and she could let you know if it is worth looking into? Then you could move on to other business." Ms. DeMarco didn't see a problem with that, and, Franz was thinking, *The kid deserves at least a look-see, I suppose. Not by me, but Kath deserves some extra work for her cold attitude toward me these last few weeks.* "All right, head over to her office, and show her the tape. I'll get a report from her later." Ron and Kathleen headed over to her office. "Don't expect me to be any easier to convince than he is, kid. I don't even like sci-fi crap." "Not a problem, ma'am. You'll love this. If you could just make yourself comfortable... Oh, I see you don't have a DVD player here. Mind if I just hook this up through my computer to your TV?" "If it won't take forev-" Ron was finished before she got the sentence out. He'd done it too many times for it to take long. "Very well, proceed." For the next ten minutes, the woman stared at the most breathtaking effect she had ever seen. She was drawn into it, became a part of it. When he was finished, Ron turned off the TV, and removed the new commands from his computer program. *Mr. Franz should love the new Kathleen.* Ron walked over to her desk, and jotted down a note. She was awaiting commands from Ron, as per the programming he had just shown her. He stepped in front of her to deliver his message. "When I leave this room, you will awaken. You will act normally, and you will forget about this tape, until Mr. Franz calls you to talk about it. When he does, you will go to his office, give him this note, and then follow the instructions already given to you. Do you understand, Kathleen?" Kathleen slowly nodded comprehension, and Ron gathered up his belongings, and left. ----- Down in the car, Taylor asked, "How did it go?" "Don't know yet. We'll have to see what comes about tomorrow. Now then, should we head over to Paramount, or Universal?" The rest of the day was spent in a like manner. Nobody wanted to deal with a snotty, pushy young punk. He had a solution to this, of course. ----- Franz had pretty much forgotten the ambitious youngster who'd tried to sell him on a new effect, until Miss Malloy, his secretary, reminded him that Ron had left his card. "What shall I do with it, sir?" "Throw it- no, wait. I suppose I should talk to Ms. DeMarco first. After all, the kid might be onto something." He dialed up Kathleen's extension, and, when she picked up, he said, "Kathleen, what did you think of that kid's 'great new effect'?" He didn't understand why he heard silence at the other end of the line. "Kathleen? Ms. DeMarco!" Kathleen DeMarco strolled into Franz's office at that moment. Seeing the look on her face, Miss Malloy made a hasty exit. "What the hell? I didn't need you to come all the way over here to give me an answer." Silently, she handed him a note. He grabbed his glasses, and unfolded the note. Mr. Franz: What is about to happen to you is a minor result of the special effect I tried to show you today. Obviously, you need first hand knowledge of how saleable it could be. I wish for you to think it over very carefully. That is, after you're done. Regards, Ron Chaffey "Now what the devil is that supposed to mean, 'when I'm done?'" At that moment, he looked up to see Kathleen DeMarco standing in her bra and panties, giving a sultry look that begged him to throw her down and screw her brains out. "Ms. DeMarco, what the..." He realized that she would never, under her own free will, choose to come into his office and stand in front of him half-naked. *So, the kid's invented a television hypnosis device. Interesting. And, I think, tonight will be most enjoyable indeed.* Lee got up and moved around his desk. Kathleen didn't move. He ran his hand up her arm, and across her shoulders as he walked around her. He ended up standing in front of her, staring her straight in the eye. "Why are you doing this, Kathleen?" "I am here to do as you wish, Mr. Franz." "What if I ask you to do something you don't like?" "My likes and dislikes are irrelevant. Your wishes are my only concern." Lee reached out and ran his hand over her bra-clad chest. She shivered, but did not object. *This is going to be fun.* He reached behind him and hit the electronic lock for the door. The room was well soundproofed, so no one outside would hear them. He stepped behind her and undid her bra. He pushed it off of her arms, and it dropped to her feet. He walked back in front of her to admire the view. Her breasts were large, about a 36C, with large nipples, jutting out from her tits, hardened either by the sudden chill, or arousal. Lee could not have cared less why, but the sight was awe-inspiring. He reached out and grasped her left tit in his hand. He squeezed and pulled it, watching her reaction. She was definitely becoming aroused by the attention, and her involuntary shudder as he pinched her nipple was interesting. He moved in closer, rubbing his body up against hers. "How long will these effects last, or do you know?" "The effects of the visual stimulus are permanent, but what you are seeing now is a special program. Once today is over, I will return to my normal disposition, though I have been ordered to be nicer to you." This was recited almost like a recording. "In that case, I'm going to enjoy myself while I can." He brought his lips to hers and kissed her. She returned the kiss with vigor, embracing him and pressing her body into his. Her tongue darted into his mouth, moving, grazing, coaxing his tongue into her mouth, and back again. Lee mauled her breasts, kneading and twisting them. Soon he wanted better contact, and nearly tore off his shirt and trousers, flinging his shoes across the room in his haste. He plastered his body against Kathleen's, resuming their kissing, and now groping all over. Lee was squeezing Kathleen's ass, and she was rubbing his back. He reached further down, between her ass cheeks, and felt the wetness of her pussy through her panties. He knew he had to get at that, but first, he wanted her to demean herself, just a little. "On your knees." She complied immediately, which Lee liked. "Now, take out my cock and suck it." She reached her hands up and pulled down his briefs. His cock popped out, standing fully erect. Gently, she took him into her hands, rubbing them up and down the shaft, while she placed soft feather kisses on his cock head. She ran her tongue slowly from the base of his cock, wiggling it back and forth over the veined surface, until she reached the very tip, where she slid it over his pisshole repeatedly. Then she slid back down, only this time she was engulfing his cock in her mouth. She tongued him as she sucked, fucking him with her mouth. Her cheeks caved in and returned with the force of her suction. Lee was in ecstasy. "Oh, God, yes, that feels good!" Kathleen continued this action for some minutes. Lee, who was holding out only by sheer force of will, finally caved in, and came in an explosive orgasm. "YES!" Kathleen sucked up every drop of his come and swallowed it. She continued sucking until he was completely dry. Dry, but now very much stiff again. "Okay, get up." She rose to her feet, and stood at the ready. "Will you remember this day when it is over?" "Yes, though I will not be able to talk about it except with you." This was not entirely accurate, but she wasn't allowed to tell him about Ron's special orders. "Good. Take off your panties, and hand them to me." She bent down and pulled her panties off her legs. She straightened, and handed them to Lee. "I'm going to keep these in my desk drawer. Maybe, when you get bitchy on me, I'll take them out and remind you of the position you once held. That is, the proper position for you, bitch. Get down on your hands and knees like the bitch you are." Kathleen complied with his orders. Had she not been under the influence of programming, she would have been terrified. Of course, had she not been under the influence of programming, she wouldn't have been there. Lee examined her pussy. It was wet, and warm, and inviting. It seemed to be inviting him to pound it raw, and so that's what he was going to do. He knelt behind her and put his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He pushed the head in, and then paused. He leaned over her, placing his hands on her shoulders, and started rutting. He rammed into her fast and hard. Even as lubricated as she was, this was not all that pleasant for Kathleen. He was pounding up against her pelvis with each stroke, and jabbing at her insides. Soon she was grunting with each stroke. "That's right, bitch. Bark like the dog you are!" Tiring of this, Lee pulled out. Kathleen was grateful for the respite, but it wasn't a long one. Lee stroked his cock a couple of times in hand, then aimed for her rosebud. Kathleen had never been taken anally, and so was unprepared for the rude awakening. Lee pressed in unceasingly, not wavering in his pressure. The pain drove Kathleen to emit a long, low howl. This drove him on even more, and he pressed in harder. Finally, he was fully inside her. He took a moment's breather, and then pulled back out. As she loosened, he increased the tempo. Soon, she was grunting again, as he pummeled her backside with his hips. Lee was thoroughly enjoying himself, and wished he could do this more often. *Maybe that Chaffey kid could work something out...* As he thought this, he thought of all the other women in the building he'd just love to get out of their clothes. As his mind roamed over the possibilities, he imagined his secretary, naked and begging for his attentions. With that image in his head, his cock exploded forth in the most massive climax he had ever had. They rested for a half hour, Kathleen cleaning him up thoroughly with her tongue, and then they continued. It was well into the night before they both headed home, one of them, at least, fully satisfied. *I've gotta get that Chaffey kid back in to the office.* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Ron had a very busy two days, visiting all the studios and effects houses in the Hollywood area. In only one case was he able to show his effect. The rest of his meetings required, "encouragement". He was fully expecting another two days of meetings, with all of those same people. "Damn, I haven't worked this hard since I started with CAMP." Taylor was sitting with Ron in his hotel room. "So, anyway, how are all those people going to reach you, anyway? Did you give them the hotel number or something?" Ron was presently digging something out of his suitcase. When he straightened up, he replied, "Nah. I use my satellite cellular for all my business. I can go anywhere in the world with that baby, and they can reach me." Ron began setting things on the bed. The particular items in question made Taylor a little nervous. "What are you up to, man?" Taylor saw handcuffs, and a blindfold so far. He didn't want to know what else might be coming. "This stuff ain't for you. I'm not into guys. I am expecting company." Ron continued pulling a few more items out of his suitcase, then closed it back up, and went about arranging things. "How can you be expecting company? When have you had time to get a date here?" "This meeting was arranged a very long time ago." "So, who's coming?" Just as Ron was about to say something, there was a knock at the door. He went to open it. It was the concierge from the hotel. "Sir, you requested these items?" He indicated a feather duster, a small gold chain, and a pair of earrings. "Yes, thank you. Place the cost of the items on my bill, please." Ron tipped the man, who nodded politely and left. Ron added the new items to what was already lying on the bed. "Now then, where was I?" "You were about to tell me who's coming." "Oh, yeah. Well, I'm not sure I should tell you. I mean, it's not nice to kiss and tell." Ron thought for a moment. "Or, I suppose in this case, to tell and kiss." "Well, fine then. Be that way. I've gotta get going, or I'm gonna be late for my own damn date." Taylor headed out the door after giving Ron a contact number. As he was walking toward the elevator, a beautiful redhead passed him. *Wasn't that? I think it was! She couldn't be... Nah.* He turned and followed her discreetly. *Damn! She is! That... kid is about to screw-* ----- "Hello, Miss Mercer." Ron stood aside and let her enter the room. She was wearing a long overcoat, which must have been rather warm, given the time of year. Ron closed and locked the door as she removed her coat. He realized then that she probably hadn't been overly warm after all. She was wearing a black lace teddy, with matching stockings, garter belt, and panties. The outfit was very alluring, especially with her bright red lipstick, and her hair flowing over her shoulders. "How have you been, Jill?" "Very well, thank you. I must thank you, Master, for stopping me from smoking. My health has improved since our last meeting." "That's very good. I can't have sick slaves. Come here and kiss me." Jill slid over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew him to her. Their lips locked, and Ron felt her tongue caress his lip. He opened his mouth to permit it in, and they French-kissed for several minutes, while Ron's hands roamed her wonderful body. When they broke the kiss, Jill said, "That was wonderful. I hope I am not late, sir. I came as soon as I knew you were in town." "Your timing is perfect, Jill. I assume you remember what it is that is expected of you?" "Of course, sir." "You do understand, I will be taping all of this?" "As you wish, Master. I am yours to command." "Very well. I am going to go take a shower now. When I get out, I expect you to have performed all of the necessary tasks." Ron headed off to the shower, making sure to take a long one. He knew that, if she performed her duties properly, she would not be all that comfortable. That thought turned him on. After he emerged from the shower, he dried himself off and put on a robe. He exited the bathroom to inspect his slave's handiwork. As ordered, she was on the bed, with a gag in her mouth. Her feet were chained to either side of the foot of the bed, spreading her legs wide, and her hands were handcuffed to the headboard, which was a brass affair with bars well suited to the task. She was still wearing her garments, though Ron didn't figure that would last much longer. He looked at his monitor to check the view. He had calculated all the right angles so that his face would never be visible on the video tape. He wasn't using this as insurance, but more for the benefit of his buddies on the internet. So far as he knew there were not many (if any) actual nude photos of Jill Mercer out there. There would certainly be some now! There was, of course, another reason for this. One of the other developments he had made allowed him to implant a directive into a still photograph. The technique was tricky, and he could only plant simple commands, but that was enough. It was this multi-layered approach that would ensure nationwide coverage of the CAMP message. After Ron had verified that all of the equipment was properly set up, he moved over to the bed. He ran his hand up one of her legs. He had disabled sound on the camera, so whatever he said wouldn't be recorded. "You weren't very nice to me in our first meeting, you know." She acknowledged him with a nod, and a fearful look in her eyes. "That is why you are being punished in this way. May it be a lesson to you that you should be nice to everyone, since you never know when they might decide to, well, repay your unkindness." By now his hand had moved up to her stomach, and was resting just below her breasts. He reached up and took hold of the top of her teddy. Knowing that the fabric was stronger than it appeared, he used his extension to aid him, and he ripped the garment off her body. Her tits rolled to the sides of her chest, but they were still imposing mounds of beautiful woman-flesh. "Very nice." He moved back down her body, and ripped all of the other articles of clothing off her. He walked over and dropped the torn panties into his suitcase, as a souvenir. He pulled out his camera, and snapped some stills of her. These would come out better on a scan than freeze-frames from the camcorder. When he was finished, he replaced that, and moved back to the bed. At this point, Jill was truly scared of what he was going to do to her. There was, however, not a thing she could do about it. By her own free will, and he had video coverage to prove it, she had placed the gag in her own mouth, and chained herself to the bed. He hadn't even been in the room at the time. She was nervous, but she had no choice but to obey her master. He touched her again, and her fears faded. His touch was soft, gentle, and very arousing. He ran his fingertips over her breasts, lightly caressing them. Ron reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed the blindfold, placing it over her eyes. This made her truly nervous, and she wiggled about on the bed in her tension. Suddenly, she felt something. Or had she? It was the softest of feelings, or did she imagine it? No, there it was again. A soft, wispy touch, barely enough to feel, but definitely there. It was running over her breasts, sliding between the two, and up and around. It reached the nipple of one, which immediately stood proud of her tit. He danced it across to the other tit, and repeated his motions. He moved his feather-light torture down to her abdomen. He was dancing the feather around on her skin, allowing just enough contact to let her know it was there. He moved the feather down between her legs, not allowing it to touch her pussy, but dancing ever closer to it. Jill was getting hot by now. Her wiggling had turned to writhing, and it wasn't because of tension. As he drifted closer and closer to her cunt, she tried every gyration she could think of to make it contact her pussy in some meaningful way. When Ron finally allowed it to touch her pussy, it was not satisfying. At least, not to Jill. The touch was so light, so insubstantial, the feeling was driving her wild with pent up energy. She was bucking toward the feather, trying to get some real contact, but every time she moved toward it, it would bend and flit away. Ron kept this up until her torment was fully obvious on her face. He continued with the feather, but reached over to the nightstand with one hand. He had calculated his timing well. He knew that normally, what he was about to do probably wouldn't be climax inducing, but right now, he figured he could blow across her clit and get her to come. He took an ice cube from a cup, and held it in his hand. He pulled the feather gently away from her, watching her body push itself after it. He took the ice cube, cupped his hand, and rubbed it vigorously against her clit. As expected, she immediately arched her back and screamed into her gag. Her body quaked and shivered for a full minute before she started to come down from that mind-wrenching orgasm. Ron returned what was left of the ice cube (which wasn't much) back to the cup, and he moved over to the dresser. He picked up an eight-inch vibrating dildo, and walked over to her. He pressed the dildo into her cunt, and her eyes grew wide as he kept pushing. Finally, it was fully inside her. Then he turned it on. Her body was immediately wracked with another intense climax. He allowed her to calm down a bit from this one before removing her gag. "Don't speak." He removed his robe, to reveal his raging hard-on. Ron presented it to her lips, and didn't even have to say a word. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked the tip of it, removing a drop of precum on the end. She continued licking it for a few moments, and then sucked it into her mouth. She wasn't in a good position for deep penetration, but her sucking talents were first rate. She licked the underside of his shaft while she tried to suck the cum from his balls. She moved in and out slightly, occasionally dragging her teeth lightly across his cock. The sensation was wonderful, and soon Ron was on the verge of exploding. He remembered that porn videos usually show cum shots, so he pulled out of her mouth. He beat his meat in front of her face, and started coming. Jill opened her mouth to catch as much of it as she could, but it still plastered her cheeks and nose, and some hit her chin. When Ron was done, he placed his cock back in her mouth, and she cleaned him off. Before continuing, Ron used his fingers to scoop up his semen on her face. He had her lick his fingers clean with each swipe. Once her face was completely cleaned off, he bent down to kiss her, making sure his face was turned away from both of the cameras he had set up. He could taste his cum in her mouth, but he didn't find it unpleasant. He figured it was time for the grand finale. Jill was still shivering and writhing from the dildo in her pussy. Ron pulled it out, and it made a happy slurp noise when it fell from her cunt. He tossed it on the floor, and prepared to replace it with his dick. While not quite as big as the dildo, he would be a little more active in his penetration. He looked to make sure both cameras had a good view. Ron slid his cock right into her pussy, full to the hilt. The dildo had lubed her up pretty well, and she was ready to go. Her box was warm, wet, and slippery, just perfect for fucking. He grabbed hold of her hips for leverage, and began pounding away. He played with her tits, kneading them and rolling them around on her chest. Ron had been fantasizing about Jill Mercer ever since he'd seen her first film, but it was only since he had first seen her nude that he knew he had to have her at least once. The Ability made it possible, and the experience was almost living up to his dreams. He rammed into her for a long time, until he got ready to come. Pulling out, he started jacking himself again, remembering the cameras. His cum sprayed all over her tits and abdomen, coating them well. Then, he had her lick him clean again. He was spent. Ron turned off the camcorders, and let her loose. He removed her blindfold, and she gave him a hug. They both needed a shower, and so they took one together. Ron allowed her to suck him off once more while in the shower, allowing the water to run down his body, enjoying the sensations. After their shower, Ron dried her off, and had her pose for some more still shots. By the time he was finished with her, it was two in the morning. "Jill, I want you to know you did a very good job tonight. Now, I have another task for you to perform, between now and the time we next meet. I do not know when that will be, so it would be best if you acted quickly." "Very well, Master. What is the task?" Ron handed her a video cassette. "I want you to show this to as many important people as you can. That means producers, actors, actresses, directors, anyone who has any influence in your industry. If you meet other important people, like mayors and such, you can show it to them as well. DO NOT attempt to show it to anyone in the federal government. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." "Very good. Now, I think we both need some rest. You may stay here if you like, or I can have someone take you home." She thought for a fraction of a second, then walked over and lay down on the bed. "Well, I guess that decides that. Glad I changed the sheets." Ron walked over and lay down beside her. Within minutes, they were both fast asleep. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... In the morning when he awoke, he was alone. Jill had left him a note: Master Ron: I am sorry I could not be here when you awoke. Your instructions require me to act normally, and it would not have been normal for me to show up late to the set. I hope you will forgive me for my actions. I will carry out the instructions you gave me last night. All my love, Jill *Hmm. Very good. Her training has taken hold quite well.* Ron went to check his phone. It was the type that had a built in answering system, and it had several messages on it. He listened to them all, and wrote down times and names. He collected his tapes, and packed them into his briefcase. Then he gave Taylor a call. ----- The first place he visited was, of course, Industrial Light and Magic. Lee Franz personally greeted him at the door. Miss Malloy smiled at him sweetly, but Mr. Franz rushed him into the office and locked the door. "I was afraid when you didn't return my first call that I had upset you." "No, I was just busy. So, did you enjoy my present?" "Hell yes! Too bad it was temporary, though. I don't suppose there's any way to make it permanent?" "I'm not at liberty to discuss more permanent means of suggestion. I am here to talk about my visual effect." "You don't expect me to put *that* on the air, do you?" Lee exclaimed. "Not hardly. The effect I put Ms. DeMarco through was not the exact effect that we wish you to use. It is the same basic principle, but not the same message." "Am I allowed to ask what message you *are* sending?" "No." "Hmmm. Well, no matter. Is there any way at all that I could get another go at Ms. DeMarco? Or maybe Miss Malloy out there? She acts sweet, but she's cold as a fish to me." "Look, here's the deal: You start using our visual effect exclusively where it will fit, and that means any time you need a plasma effect, or a transporter-style effect, or anything like that. In return, I will give you the tape I used on Ms. DeMarco." "And, now that she knows about it, how do I get her to watch it?" "Just start playing it. Once she sees the screen, she won't be able to turn away, or even move. It lasts about six minutes." "I see. Well, I've gotta have that tape. Do you have a contract or something I need to sign? I mean, I don't have one ready from our lawyers or anything, but I don't suppose you want them involved, do you?" It wasn't really a question. "No contracts. I was never here. You have never met Ronald Chaffey, and there is no tape. All I need you to do..." Ron pulled a videocassette out of his briefcase. "Is watch this tape." Seeing the look on Franz's face, he added, "Don't worry, this tape won't turn you into my slave. Yuck. No, this tape ensures me that you can never talk about this with anybody, and that you will adhere to our agreement. Now, sit back and relax." Ron began the tape, and Lee stared at it in total absorption. When it was finished, Ron ejected it and returned it to his briefcase. Then, Ron handed over the four tapes of the effect to Franz. "Why four?" "They're labeled by date. Use effect number one first, starting now. Starting on the date of tape 2, use that effect, and so on. The message changes slightly on each tape. I WILL know if you are not doing your part in this. If you cross me, I will be back, and you don't want to see me when I'm angry." "No problem. I'll hold up my end." They shook hands, and Ron left the office. As he was walking into the hall, he heard behind him: "Miss Malloy, could you come in here for a minute?" Ron just smiled and boarded the elevator. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The next two days were just like that. Men and women executives pleading with him to get their hands on his tapes. By the end of the week, he was sure that no matter what network shows you watched, you were going to see the effect sooner or later. It was time to move on to other things. Taylor was again driving him. He was heading back to LAX. "So, man, where you headed now? Back home, I guess." "No. I'm headed north. I have to visit a little place called Redmond." "Damn." Taylor concluded. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 9===-- Chapter 9 The Horrors of Battle The plane ride seemed to take forever. Ron thought it would never end. He occupied his time trying to teach James to turn himself invisible. The two girls slept on the couches in the plush private jet. "Nope, I'm just not getting it. Oh well. I'll figure it out someday. It takes longer for me to learn a new skill. But then, once I've mastered it, it's perfect: no flaws. Give me a year, and I'll have this one down." "Hey, what was with that girl the other day, by the way?" "Which girl?" "The one in the maroon jumpsuit, you know, with the ninja mask." "Oh, her. That's called garnet, not maroon. Anyway, she's a messenger. You're not supposed to know her identity. She didn't speak to you because she can't speak to anyone who is not an employee of CAMP. She could speak to you now, of course." "What's gonna happen when we get there?" Ron was getting more nervous with every mile. "I'm not entirely sure. However, Ron, the important thing is, I won't do anything until it looks like you're in trouble, okay? Make this a learning experience, I'm here to back you up if you need it." "Thanks for being here. What about those two?" He motioned to Megan and Jess, "will they be safe?" "They'll be fine, your control over them is total. Not to be cruel, but this crisis is mostly your own damned fault." "What'd I do?" Ron sounded, well, like a typical thirteen-year-old. "What you *didn't* do, actually. By not establishing full controls over all of them, you left this bitch an opening. If your control had been established, I don't think she'd have been able to break it. Learn the lesson: you can leave their personality intact, but you must make their will your own." "Okay, I'll remember that. What do we know about this psionic?" "All I've been able to come up with is this: Her name is Marinda. She passes herself off as a witch, but she isn't. She doesn't even practice witchcraft or belong to a coven or anything. I think she just feels people think witchcraft is less strange than being a psionic. Anyway, she is working for your father, that I learned. Beyond that, I can't say. I can't tell how strong she is, or what powers she has. You do have an advantage, in that she has probably not learned to defend her mind. But, beware, her offensive attack can be a good defense. If you can't fend off her attack, you can't make an attack of your own, so be careful." "Gotcha. What about the family?" "If she's already taken control, which she probably will have, that's no big deal. Most likely she won't try to use them against you, and I'll stop-motion them if she tries. Freeing them from her power *has* to be done by you. Which is okay, it's a relatively simple process, and you already know how to remove commands. The likelihood is that she is nowhere near as strong as you are. I'm coming along mainly as an advisor, but I'll back you up if I need to." They chatted for the rest of the flight. There was no way to make plans, because there was no telling what they were getting into. Ron didn't want to teleview, because he worried about alerting Marinda. ----- They arrived at the house to find chaos. There were people standing in various states of undress on the lawn. He could hear screaming inside the house, and he knew he had to get in there. And, standing in front of the door to the house, was a woman that had to be Marinda. She was dressed in the kind of black dress you see in witch movies. But, contrary to fairy tale, this woman was a knockout. Her breasts were threatening to tear the fabric of her dress, her face looked like a covergirl, and she had a mane of long, flowing black hair that reached well below her ass. She was holding what appeared to Ron forever like a crystal ball on a stick. "Stop! Whoever you are! I am in control of this abode!" *The nerve of the bitch! I'll show her a thing or two.* "Like hell you are! This is *my* home, Marinda! Leave now, and I won't have to hurt you." Well, it sounded good, anyway. He knew she wouldn't go for it. Ron erected his strongest mental shield. He could only hold it for a few minutes, but he was hoping that was all he would need. "Who are you, whelp? I will crush you!" A surge of mental energy lashed out at Ron. *Well, if she wants to make this look like the cartoons...* Ron held out his hand and cast aside her energies with a flick of his wrist, then sent a surge of his own. Pete had once told Ron he was using enough energy to move a small office building. Peter wasn't exaggerating. Ron sent out enough power in a single blast to knock her through the back wall of the house. She was able to withstand a good portion of it, but it still knocked her across the room. Ron stepped inside. "Nobody messes with my family and gets away with it." "I will destroy you, boy!" *Who *is* this kid? And how the hell did he do that?* Marinda lashed out with a mental control. Ron laughed. He twisted her control around, and threw it back at her. She dematerialized it before it hit her, but it was close. Ron was actually enjoying this. Marinda started telekineting things at him from all corners of the room. Ron was not impressed. He set up an invisible barrier: the objects would hit, and then fall to the floor. Just then, he heard his mother scream from her bedroom. That's when Ron realized he had not seen his father outside. *That mother-fucking son of a bitch!* Ron decided it was time to wrap up this little duel. Ron formed his extension into a solid wall. He slammed it full force into Marinda. She was pinned against the wall, and, when he released her and she fell to the floor, there was actually an impression of her body in the wall. She was dazed, but Ron wasn't waiting for her to get up. He rammed his control into her mind. What feeble defenses she had he cast aside as a tornado tosses cars: violently. He snapped a movement control on her so harsh that she almost couldn't breathe. "That'll teach you to fuck with my family!" He didn't figure she was going anywhere. He turned to see James watching. James nodded in approval. "Keep an eye on her, would ya?" "Sure. Go take care of your mother." Ron ran into her room to see his father on top of her, brutally raping her. He had hit her just as Ron came in, and had his hand raised to hit her again. "STOP!" That single word might has well have been a crack of thunder. Ron's voice sounded like an angered storm god, berating his subjects. Mike lost his momentum, then looked over at Ron. "Get out of here, you little shit, or I'll give you some of the same!" His confidence was high, because he didn't know that his ace in the hole was lying bleeding on the living room floor. "Apparently you didn't hear me." These words were uttered in a very soft voice. They *were* heard, however. Mike's face grew pale as he felt something cinch around his waist. It raised him up off of Sandra, held him in mid-air for a few seconds, then slammed him full force into the opposite wall. Ron repeated this several times, until his father was almost senseless. Ron paused, and said, "I told you it would be a bad idea to return. Now you find out why." And with that, Ron's extension flew him right through the window. Glass flew everywhere, and Mike just barely missed one of the figures on the lawn. Ron let go, and Mike slumped to the ground. Ron couldn't yet bare to look at his mother. He placed a sleep control on her, and then he left the room. He went outside to face Mike, and he found James there. "Marinda's toast. She won't be able to move unless you let her up." "What do we do about her? I mean, she's responsible for all of this." "All I'm allowed to do to punish her is to remove her powers." "You can do that?" "Only the Skills. No one else has ever managed it. After that, I'll leave her punishment in your hands. But, I don't suppose there's any chance you'd let me have a little fun with her first?" Ron almost laughed, then he grinned wickedly. "By all means. I suppose I need to remove my clamp?" "If you would be so kind." Ron reached out and removed the mental control. Marinda still did not move, mainly because she didn't think she could, she was in so much pain. James entered the house, while Ron moved over to Mike. "You asshole! I told you not to come back. It's not Mom's fault you're a jerk!" "Ron... I-" "Shut up! Just shut the fuck *up*! I don't really care what you have to say! I should kill you here and now!" "Ron, please, for God's sake no! I'll do anything, *anything*!" There was something in the plea. It made Ron pause. He for the life of him would never understand what made him stop. He decided that before he could make a proper judgment of punishment, he needed to know more about his Dad. Ron slipped his way into his father's mind... ----- Meanwhile, in the living room, James was approaching Marinda. She was stirring now, shaking badly and groaning. "You can get up now." She looked up in terror. "You! I've seen you before..." She couldn't place the face. "Yes, you have. I didn't realize it until I saw you, 'Marinda'. Or should I call you Diane? You were wise to turn down our offer if this is how you wanted to live. You have broken almost every rule in the book." "Go to Hell." "Maybe, but you'll be going first, I'm afraid." With that, he reached down and yanked her up by the hair. "You have caused one of our members a whole heap of trouble. But, as you can see, you picked the wrong guy to fuck with. Actually, you should be happy. He could have cracked your head open with a single thought, or made you go stand in front of an oncoming train. You picked the single most powerful Talent that CAMP has ever seen to screw with. How stupid are you?" "What is he going to do to me?" "I don't know, and I don't care. He has only made one request of me, and since it coincides with my duties to CAMP, I will now fulfill that request. You will no longer have any abilities to control people or things." "You can't do that!" She shrieked. "Oh, yes I can." He had her by the arms, and now he plunged into her mind. She fought, but she wasn't even a psion-7, and an untrained, undisciplined psionic is no match for a Skill psion-46. He grabbed hold of her mind and would not let go. Just to distract her, he also grabbed hold of her tits. He had backed her against a wall, and she wasn't going anywhere. He pulled down and away, and her breasts fell free from the confines of the dress. He mauled her breasts while he penetrated her mind. He searched for that one little spot, always in a slightly different location, that held The Ability. As he probed, he tore away more dress, until she was completely nude. She was panting from the strain, and James took advantage of this. He pressed his mouth to hers and forced his tongue inside. Meanwhile, one hand strayed down to her pussy, and he plunged a finger deep inside her cunt. Now she was squirming, trying to scream, trying to fight back... and failing, miserably. James removed his other hand from her tit to undo his pants. He pulled out his cock, and stroked it to complete hardness. Then he removed his finger from her pussy, and replaced it with his dick. He sank deep into her, and she moaned into his mouth. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist, and she started bucking, using the wall for support. While he fucked her body, he ravaged her mind. He found that tiny spot, (very tiny in her case) And squashed it. He crumpled it like a paper doll, and then he plunked it into her mental trash can. It would be washed from her mind completely the next time she slept. There was no way for her to recover it, even with the help of an expert psionic. This was the one change that could not be undone. The pace of their fucking increased until she arched her back and screamed into his mouth, pouring her juices all over his cock. She hadn't even noticed her power being taken from her, so enraptured was she in the feelings of sex. James knew how to make his own job easy, and he took every opportunity he could get. As she started to come down from her climax, he thrust even harder into her, and started to twist her nipples. Then he came. This set her off yet again, and she was on another roller coaster ride of pleasure. When she finally came to, she was lying on a couch, unable to move. *Oh, shit. What did I let him do? Why can't I move... Wait! I can't feel it! Where is my power? Oh shit.....* ----- Ron finished up his exploration of his father's mind, and was startled to realize that he sympathized... with his father. Not that what he'd done was any less terrible, it was just that there had been an awful lot of 'mitigating circumstances', as the judges on TV called them. His father had been abused in every way imaginable as a child. He'd suffered through hell in battles that no one ever knew happened. Ron had not known that his father was a special-forces operative for the Marine Corps. The stuff he'd done... well, no wonder he went nuts. He understood his father better now. He realized that what his father felt was a complete lack of control in this world. On the battlefield, he'd been in control: of his unit, of the situation, of himself. Now, back in civilization, he had no idea what the hell was expected of him. He'd been retired from the Marine Corps due to an injury, minor in everyday life, but critical to a soldier. He had never found a place in society. Ron wasn't sure what to do. He knew he couldn't kill his father now. Ron knew that what his father needed, short of long-term psychiatric care, was someone to dominate completely. Someone who would jump at his least command. Someone who would do whatever shitty things he asked of them, without hesitating, without resisting, without complaining. And his father had fixated on... his mother. But Ron couldn't bring himself to do that. He had developed way too many levels of feelings for his Mom to turn her over to this slug. He sympathized with his father, but he still didn't like him. On the other hand, if he could substitute someone, but who? Just then, he saw James walk out of the house, and he got an idea. "Don't you dare move an inch" he said to Mike. Ron stepped over to James. "Well?" "No problem. No more powers, gone, bye-bye." "And CAMP doesn't care what happens to her now?" "She's a non-entity. No powers, no concern. CAMP will make no judgment concerning anyone under psion-4." "So I can do with her whatever I like." "That's right. What have you got in mind?" James was curious to see how Ron was going to handle this. He was very surprised to see that the father was still alive. He was sure the guy needed medical attention, after going through a closed window at a speed of about 50 miles an hour. "I'm going to give her to Dad." "Huh?" Ron had just shocked James into total incomprehension. "I scanned Dad. I understand more now why he is like he is. I think, if I can get him to fixate on her instead of my Mom, and reprogram her to be the slave he wants, he'll be a relatively harmless person to the rest of the world, including us." "Well, whatever, Ron. I'm not going to argue with you, it's your family." "Do you think I'm making a mistake?" "I don't know. I would have handled it differently, but I have a different personality, and a different perspective on life. Whose view is right? Beats the hell out of me. I'm not going to try to sit and judge which way to go. This time, I'm not even going to try to advise. This has been a unique situation. Your solution may be the most ethical, for all I know. What counts, I suppose, is that your decision to kill him was made in anger. Those kinds of decisions are often the wrong ones, and the ones you usually regret. Your present course of action has been thought out and reasoned. Maybe not as satisfying, but probably more productive in the long run. Anyway, it's your decision. And you don't need me here anymore. I've done all I can. The problem now consists of two non-entities, and I cannot interfere. Good luck to you, and keep in touch. Oh, there's some stuff in that briefcase I gave you that you'll need to read, some case files and instructions. It's all self-explanatory." "Okay, thanks a lot, James. Will I see you again?" "Oh, I'm sure we'll meet again sometime. Maybe in four years, when you come back to CAMP." With that, James got in the rental car and drove away. ----- Ron turned and surveyed the mess. His father was lying on the ground, his sisters were staring at him in their nightgowns, and a young lady he didn't recognize was staring at them all. He felt a presence at his side, and looked to see Jess and Megan there. Megan asked, "Master, what happened here?" "Someone decided to mess with your master's family." "What did you do, Master?" "I protected my family. That's my job, Megan. And remember, you are both part of my family now." He thought they would both come, with the look on their faces. Their smiles, however, were gratifying. "Come on, girls, we've got work to do." He took the girls into the house and set them to cleaning the place up somewhat. Next, he turned his attention to the naked woman on the couch. *Yow! I guess James did have some fun!* Ron moved over to her and sat on the coffee table, staring at her. "What are you going to do to me?" "I'm going to kill you." "What? NO! Please!" "Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to kill your body, just your mind." With that, Ron reached into that central place he had taken so much care to find with Megan, and tore it out. Then came the scream. Ron didn't think he'd ever get used to that noise, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to hear it too often. He figured that only the most stubborn of people would actually need reprogramming, as opposed to conditioning. It's just that conditioning was a little slower, and less absolute. He spent twenty minutes rearranging her mind, taking care to make sure that all the right pieces were in place in the right order, and so on. He was not cruel: He removed any knowledge or memory from her that her life had once been her own. Now she was property. To disobey her owner was to die. He actually made her believe that. In her mind, disobeying a direct order from her master would kill her. Ron figured this was just what his father needed: A perfect slave. Not as finely tuned as Megan, but he didn't figure she needed to be. Plus, Megan was *his*, and he had taken special care with his own property. He didn't want damaged goods. He had Megan get him a soda, and then he led Marinda outside. She was still nude, but Ron had cast a "you don't see this" field around the entire house, so no one in the neighborhood noticed. Ron led her over to his father, and presented her to him. "Stand up, Dad." Mike got up off the ground. Ron noticed he was limping rather badly. "Don't you wish you'd listened to me, now?" "Yes! Yes, Ron! Please, let me go, and I'll never come back here, I swear!" "I wish I could believe you. But, if I let you leave like this, I don't think I can." Mike got a look of terror in his eyes, but Ron just shook his head. "No, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. But..." Ron reached in and reorganized a few of his Dad's thoughts, switching his fixation on Sandra to Marinda. "I'm going to give you a present, Dad. In return, I want your guarantee that we will never see you ever again. Move to the other side of the country if you have to, but if I ever see you again, I will kill you." He wouldn't, but he wanted his Dad to think he would. He wanted him out of town. "Okay, sure, Ron. I'll move back home. What's this 'present'?" "Marinda. She's yours. You can treat her like you were treating Mom. She'll do what you tell her to." Then Ron threw the phrase he knew would catch him. "You can *control* her to your heart's content." With those words, his father's face took on a serene shine. "Thank you, Ron. Thank you." "Now then, I think you'd better go home. Or go to the hospital. Either way, she needs to get dressed. Now, go away." Mike had Marinda help him to the car, and they got in, and drove away. Ron turned to deal with the rest. ----- Ron moved first to his younger sister, Nicole. She was staring at him, zombie-like. His control never did this to people. He figured that Marinda just wasn't very good. She hadn't been very hard to defeat. He almost felt ashamed of asking for help, but then he remembered that James had removed her power, and Ron didn't know how to do that. He gently took Nikki's hand, and led her inside. He sat her down on the couch, and started to probe her mind. He found all the controls, which were obvious, and not very well placed, and removed them one by one. In turn, he placed his own controls in the proper locations to make sure this could never happen again. Nikki would act the same as she had before: Ron had no need to change her behavior, she loved him the way she was. When he finished, he prodded her to consciousness. "Ron! Am I glad to see you! There was this witch, and Dad was here, and..." Ron quieted her down with a hug. "I know, Nik. Everything's okay now. Did you get my note?" "Yeah. How'd you do that?" He knew curiosity would take her mind off her problems. "Don't worry. But, I also saw what you guys were doing that day. I hope you enjoyed yourselves." Nikki blushed, and Ron gave her a kiss. She was too exhausted to respond properly, but Ron didn't have time for more anyway. "Jess!" Jessica hurried into the room. "I want you to take Nikki up to her room and clean her up. Get her into bed, and let her rest. She is your responsibility until she gets better. Nikki, was Tammy here?" "Tammy... Oh, no! Tammy's locked in the garage!" "Shhhh, shhh. I'll take care of her, Nik. You go with Jess now." Jess led Nikki upstairs while Ron went to the garage. He unlocked the door, and there he found Tammy, naked, and shivering. She didn't seem to be under any control. "Tammy?" "R-Ron, is that you?" "Yeah, Tams. C'mon out, everything's okay now." Tammy ran into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Ron, I tried, really I tried, but she was too strong, and she locked me in the garage and-" "Tammy! It's okay. You couldn't have stopped her anyway. What I don't get is why she didn't put you under like the rest." "She tried, but it wouldn't work. I don't know why." * Bingo. I do. I've been manipulating you since before I even knew it. I'll bet if I look, I'll find my controls already stuck in your head... Yep, sure enough, there they are.* "Don't worry, Tammy. Nikki is up in her room, Jess is looking after her. Why don't you go up and help?" Tammy gave him one final hug, then ran upstairs. Ron went outside to collect Dawn, and repeated the process he had done with Nikki. "Ron? How'd you get here? The last thing I remember is a woman waving her hands at me... Wait. I seem to recall seeing her flying backwards through the air... That was you! Ron, how'd you do that?" "Just something I picked up at CAMP. Don't worry, I've taken care of her, AND Dad. We won't be seeing either of them again." "Ron, I love you." She hugged him, and he hugged her back. Gingerly, because he could see she had suffered from some mistreatment which he hoped she wouldn't remember. "I love you too, Dawn. And I'll see to it that nothing like this ever happens again. Now then, Megan!" Megan came in quickly, ready to serve. "Dawn, this is Megan. She's going to be living with us from now on. Megan, I want you to help Dawn up to her room. Clean her up, and get her into bed. Dawn is your responsibility until she gets better, understood?" "Yes, Master! I will do my best!" She turned to Dawn, and with genuinely felt sympathy, she said, "Come on, Dawn, let's go upstairs." Megan's heart really went out to the girl, and, since this girl was special to the Master, she would make sure that Dawn was well looked after. Ron went back outside for the stranger. As he approached, he realized that she did indeed look familiar. She was oriental, with long black hair. He didn't realize who she was until he saw her eyes: the deepest, bluest eyes he'd ever seen. "Miko! What the hell are you doing here?" Of course, she didn't answer him. He took her inside, and erased the evil Marinda's controls. Kumiko controlled herself, and managed not to embrace Ron in a bear hug. "Thank you, Ron. It was terrible to be able to see and hear, but not move or talk." "Miko, what are you doing here? Forget that, how did you even know who I was?" "I didn't. I saw you talking to Dawn. I asked her. She told me who you were." "Okay, but why are you here?" "Because I needed to see you. I need to ask a favor of you." "What?" "I have seen that you are in control of all these women. I wish to become your humble servant as well." * WHOA! Do I just naturally pick the weird ones? I mean, I've heard the old cliche about oriental women being eager to please, but this is ridiculous!* He did a quick sweep of her mind to prove to himself this wasn't his doing, then he decided he needed to answer his question. * <James, can you hear me?>* * <Of course I can, Ron.>* * <I have a question...>* and Ron went on to explain his question. * <So, you're wondering why this is the second girl who's actually asked to become your slave, right?>* * <Yes, that's right.>* * <Well, I did quick scans of everyone there, to make sure they were alright. I noticed that she had submissive tendencies. You have probably noticed the same, but ignored them, at least consciously. I can't say for certain, but probably you are attracted to submissive women. How did you meet her?>* * <I was hiding out in the girls' room, and she walked in.>* * <And why did you choose her out of all the girls?>* * <I don't know.>* * <Well, now you do.>* * <Yeah, I guess so. Thanks. Bye.>* * <Think at ya later, friend.>* "Miko, why do you want to be my servant?" "I remember the night of the prom. You made me not tell anyone, but I remember. You were kind then, even though I had no choice, and you could have been very cruel, you were not. I wish to be away from cruelties. From the beatings..." As soon as she said that, she wished she could unsay it. "Who's been beating you?" Ron was almost as angry now as he had been when he arrived home. To think that *anyone* would beat this beautiful girl was just beyond his comprehension. Just then, Miko's father decided to show up to collect his daughter. "Miko! You will come with me, Now!" Miko cringed behind Ron, and Ron stood up between the two. "Who are you?" "I am Miko's father." "So you're the shit that's been beating her." "How dare you speak to me in that manner..." He found himself flying out the door he had just come in. "What is this..." Ron whipped the man around pretty good, until he saw his wife waiting in the car. "Is that your mother?" Miko shook her head yes. "Has she ever abused you?" Miko shook her head no. "Very well. Ask her to come over here, please." Miko went and got her mother, and they both returned to where Ron was standing. "Ron, this is my mother, Mrs. Murakami." "Hello, Ron-" Ron was not in the mood for pleasantries. He set her husband down next to her, and went charging through both of their heads. He convinced them to fill out paperwork with their lawyer to turn over custody of Miko to Ron's mother, and to make up a story about where she was staying. He sloshed around a few commands to keep him safe, and then sent them on their way. "I may stay, then?" Miko was very shy, and Ron found this very attractive. More so, since he had not instilled her willingness to obey. "Yes, Miko. You may stay as long as you wish. I will not hurt you. However, I do wish to look at your bruises. I can tell your hip hurts, because you're limping slightly." "It is nothing, Ron, merely a small bruise." "That may be so. But, the other girls are being attended to, and before I try to deal with my Mom, I need to know that everyone else is okay, because she is definitely not. I've got her in a sort of 'suspended animation', so she can't feel anything right now. That's why I'm taking my time, I know she isn't suffering. Now, let's go up to my room real quick." Ron led her up the stairs and into his room. He shut the door for privacy, and turned on a light. He looked at Miko. She was beautiful. She was an absolute goddess in Ron's eyes. Maybe it was her personality, maybe it was just that she was oriental, but Ron loved just looking at her. "Okay, let's get you undressed, so I can see what I have to deal with." Ron gently helped her out of her clothes. She had not fared as badly as the others, since she was not a family member, but she had not escaped Marinda's attack unscathed. Standing in front of him now, completely nude, Miko bowed her head. "Miko, are you ashamed of your body?" She moved her head in a very small nod. "Well, you shouldn't be. I think you are very pretty. Well, except for this nasty cut here, and that bruise there." He was teasing, and he got the smile he was looking for. "That's better. You look 100% better when you're smiling." Ron lightly placed his hand on her hip. He could see her wince, but she said nothing. Ron thought back to his training. He'd read the book on healing, but almost all of that applied exclusively to his own body. *Oh, well. When in doubt, improvise.* Ron simply imagined that her body was really a part of his own. He could feel now where she hurt. One by one, he eased the pains, and started her body back to health. When he was done, he opened his eyes, to see her deep blue eyes looking back at him in wonder, and appreciation. "You did that?" He nodded. "Thank you." Ron reached over and kissed her gently. She immediately responded in kind. Ron moved his hand from her hip to her buttock, and softly pulled her to him. Her firm breasts pressed into his chest, and his groin rubbed against hers. Her entire body was inviting him to take her, and he wasn't about to object. They broke the kiss, and he had her remove his clothes. Now they both stood, naked, and fully aroused. Ron moved her over to the bed, and laid her down onto it. He had healed the bruises, but her body was still sore, so he had to be careful. He gently massaged her shoulders, enjoying the sensuous feel of her skin under his fingers. He massaged her breasts, heightening her arousal with his touch. His fingers meandered across her stomach, down to the outside of her legs. He brushed ever so gently across her hips, so as not to cause pain, and moved down to her legs. He had always enjoyed giving massages to his family. Now, he would give them to his extended family. Somehow, he never got quite as much enjoyment out of getting a massage as he did giving one. Probably just a strange quirk of his nature. He rubbed her feet, then moved up to massage her calves. His touches were gentle, his caresses sensuous. Slowly he moved up her legs, and she parted them to give him access. His hands stopped just short of her lips, and she moaned in anticipation. Ron leaned in and gave her a few short licks on her pussy. She was already sopping wet. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and tongued it. She wriggled in pleasure. Ron couldn't stand it any longer, he needed to screw this girl. But, that wasn't right. Miko hadn't been like the others. She was the only one he was content to go slow with...... * "Ron, honey..."* * "Yeah, Mom?"* * "Do you know what 'making love' is?"* * "Well, yeah. I mean, it's just sex, right?"* * "It's sex, yes, but it's sex with someone you love dearly, and it's gentle and warm and sensual...* His mother's words echoed in his head. *Love? I can't love her, I don't think I even know what that kind of love is!* But there it was. Ron couldn't really deny it, he was in love with this girl he'd only met twice, and had sex with, or was about to, on both occasions. Ron looked into her eyes, and he saw a warmth he had never known from any other woman, or girl. She was also wondering why he had stopped. "Is something wrong?" "No, Miko. I was just thinking about something." Ron gave her clit another quick kiss, and then moved up her body. Their lips finally met, and her tongue urged its way into his mouth. As they kissed, she reached down and gently guided his tool to her opening. He pressed in gently, and her tunnel opened up to accept him. They continued to kiss, and they rolled onto their sides. In this position, they began a slow, easy rhythm. Nobody's arms got tired, and nobody was getting crushed. It took a little getting used to, but once he did, Ron loved this position. This was almost an extension of the massage, except that it was mutual. Ron caressed her bruised back, and she embraced him. They continued in this way for some time. Finally, Ron broke it off, and asked her to turn over. He had heard of one other position, similar to the one they had just been in. A little more difficult, he entered her from behind. His cock pressed against the front wall of her pussy this way, allowing for greater friction. He lightly massaged her breasts, as she pressed back into him, and they rocked back and forth, enjoying each other's bodies. Gradually, the pace quickened, never reaching a frenzy, but enough to make the bed squeak. They both came together, shuddering out their orgasms with quiet moans. "Thank you, Ron." "For what?" He wasn't sure what she was thanking him for. "For letting me stay. For caring for me. For caring for my body..." She couldn't continue. He pushed himself up on one elbow, and he could see tears in her eyes. His heart leapt to his throat: he didn't want her to be sad. "Hey, Miko, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay." He kissed away her tears, and made a silly face. Again, he got the smile he was looking for. "Now, do you want to help me with Mom, or are you not up to that?" "No, I will help you. You have already done so much for me." Miko and Ron got dressed, and headed downstairs. ----- This was the part Ron was dreading. He knew his mother had taken the brunt of the attack. Both because she was the ultimate target, and because she would have tried to defend the family. They stepped into her bedroom, and Ron almost broke down. "Oh, God, Mom, I'm sorry..." Miko felt his grief, and rested her hand on his shoulder to show her support. He rested his hand on hers for a moment, then straightened up. "Alright, let's get to work. I think we need to clean her up before I let her feel anything again. Miko, turn on the light please. Low, so as not to hurt her eyes. " The light just made her look worse, but Ron had to move past that. "Okay, go in the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water. And bring me the first aid kit, it's in there too. Miko returned with the items to find Ron sitting on the bed holding his mother's hand, whispering something to her. "Ron? Here are the things you asked for." Ron took them and thanked her. He started cleaning her bruises, and her cuts, but he'd never seen a woman bleed from her vagina before. At least, not in this manner. "I don't know how to fix this." "Ron? Could you not help her the same way you helped me?" "I can try, Miko. While I'm doing that, could you see if you can clean her up down there?" Miko set to work, while Ron rested his hand on his Mom's arm. It didn't matter where he touched her, just so that he made contact. He saw the damage, and he healed it as much as was possible. She would be very uncomfortable for several days, but she would be okay. He didn't have the energy left to deal with her other wounds, but these were all minor. He and Miko bandaged them up before he woke her up. Finally, there was no more point in delaying. Ron hesitated, and Miko mistook his intent. "I should leave." "No! I mean, no, Miko. I'm just not sure I can face her, after what I let happen here. I really need you to help me through this." Miko returned to his side, and placed her hand on his arm. "I will stay. So long as you want me, I will stay." Ron nudged his mother's mind to consciousness. He hadn't yet fixed all of what Marinda had done. He had removed the majority of her controls, but he wanted to apologize first, before continuing. She came out of it, slowly, and the first words out of her mouth rent his heart in two. "Oh, God, this hurts." Then she saw them sitting there, and, while she didn't remember the girl, or recognize her, she did recognize her son. "Ron." She tried to sit up, but Ron held her down. "Don't move around, Mom. You're pretty banged up. Oh, geez, Mom, I'm sorry..." He couldn't even get the rest out. He broke down, and buried his face in her shoulder. "It wasn't your fault, Ron. There's nothing you could have done." "But there WAS! I did fix the problem, Mom, just not in time." His words were muffled, but she understood him. "Well, there's no point in fussing over it now. I'm not dead, just bruised. Bruises heal." She patted her son's head as he calmed down. She looked to the girl. "Do I know you?" "I'm Miko, ma'am. I came just before the evil one arrived. I'm afraid I wasn't of much aid either." "You're a friend of Ron's?" Sandra understood the look she saw in the young girl's eyes far better than Ron. *Oh, yes, she is a friend of Ron's alright. Well, she looks like a very nice girl.* Then Miko answered. "Yes, ma'am, I guess I am. Ron has agreed to allow me to stay with him." "Hmmm? Oh. I see. You asked to stay?" "Yes, he is much kinder than my family. He and I met at the dance. He was very nice to me then. That is why I am here now." Miko was very careful to leave out any description of what they had done, since she did not know to what extent his mother had been influenced. "I see. Did you enjoy his... attentions?" Sandra managed to convey an entire array of messages with this question. *I know what you did. I am not upset. I have been there, too. Welcome to the family.* Miko blushed, but she murmured, "Yes, ma'am, very much." Ron finally sat back up and said, "You know, it's not nice to talk about me like I'm not here." Miko refocused her attention fully on Ron. Sandra took note of this and smiled. Then she said, "Ron, honey. Maybe you could have stopped him, but the important thing is that you got here before he really hurt someone bad. Where is he?" She expected him to either say 'dead' or 'in jail'. "I don't know. I don't care. He won't be coming back here anymore." "And the woman?" "She's with Dad. She just has... a few minor modifications to her attitude." Sandra smiled at that, realizing that she herself had undergone a few of his 'minor modifications'. She had finally understood, while he was gone, that Ron had somehow been manipulating the whole family. She was sure she should be upset, but she found it impossible to be angry with him. So, she just accepted it. Besides, he was a gentle lover, a good kid, smart, and would probably land a good job when the time came. She felt she could do a lot worse. Little did she know he'd already landed a job a hell of a lot better than any she'd imagined. "Well, I need to go to the restroom. Could one of you help me up?" Ron and Miko helped her out of bed, and Miko took her to the restroom. Though Ron had seen his mother's body, there were just some aspects of girl anatomy he had no interest in, and how they went to the bathroom was one of them. When his mother was finished, they got her dressed in a robe, so that she could go see the rest of the family. The living room was a total disaster. "It looks like a battle took place in here" His mother said. "One did. The little witch thought she could beat me." replied Ron. "Are you hurt at all? Did she hit you with anything?" Ron could see his Mom still didn't quite get it. "It wasn't a physical battle, Mom. It was a mental battle, and, no, she didn't manage to hurt me at all. I think you should rest here, Mom. Have a seat on the couch. I'll get the rest of the family. Miko, would you stay with her, please, and get her whatever she needs?" "Yes, Ron." Ron nodded his thanks, and headed upstairs. Sandra turned to Miko. "Do you love him?" Miko was not surprised. "Yes, I think I do." "Well then, welcome to the family. He'll make you happy. He takes good care of all of us." "We should make sure to take good care of him. There are many of us, and only one of him." "Many? Has he added some I don't know about?" "Possibly. I am new here." "Well, we'll take good care of him. After all, we all love him in one way or another." ----- Upstairs, Ron went into each room. Nobody was sleeping. He asked each of his sisters if they felt well enough to come down. They both did, again thanking him for his help with a hug and a kiss. The whole troop marched downstairs for a big family meeting. Ron took a look around, and realized for the first time how big his family had become. There were the originals: Mom, Nikki, Dawn. Then there were Jess, Megan, Tammy, and Miko. He marveled at how his family had grown in such a short time. Both Nikki and Dawn went over and sat beside Sandra. Miko discreetly backed off, and Ron motioned her to come sit by him. "It's good to have you back, Ron. I see you've brought a couple new friends. Well, you called this meeting. Go ahead." "Thank you, Mom. First off, I want to apologize to all of you. I wish I could have gotten here sooner, to stop Marinda before she got started." Everyone acknowledged this in their own way, each in turn forgiving him for his error. "Further, I want you to know that neither Dad nor Marinda will ever come bother us again." There was general relief at that announcement. "Now then... Tammy, when was the last time you went home?" "Oh, about a week ago." He knew she'd been spending a lot of time over here, even before he left. "Well, I guess you're as much a part of the family now as anyone. As you can see, there are now eight of us. I can't say whether or not there will be more of us in the future..." Just then, he looked over at Dawn, and noticed the slight bulge in her stomach. He thought it made her look very sexy. He smiled at her, and got one in return. "Actually, I guess I can guarantee there will be at least one more." Everyone laughed. It was just what was needed to break the mood. "Ron, where are we all going to sleep?" "Well, tonight we'll just have to make do, but tomorrow, I'm going to find us a new place to live." "We can't afford a new place to live, honey. I'm barely making it as it is." "Don't worry about that, Mom. I've got a job working for CAMP. You can quit your job and stay home. My job pays way better than yours." "Well. I can't argue with that." "Other business that needs tending to...." And he carried on with the new orders of business, in the new Chaffey household. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===CAMP: Ron's Journey - Chapter 11===-- Chapter 11 New Year, New School, New Strategy The home was a dream. With ten bedrooms, each person could have their own, though Nikki and Tammy chose to sleep in the same room, as did Megan and Jess. Not that they had any kind of relationship, but they saw themselves as servants of Ron, and he had programmed them specifically to work with each other. Ron took the Master Suite, and his Mom took the room next to it. The house was beautifully furnished, if somewhat too elegant for Ron's tastes. He'd fix that later. For now, what he wanted was just to settle in. Over the next few days, the Chaffey family removed the items from their old home into their new, luxurious mansion. By the time the move was complete, it was time for school to start back up. School, unfortunately, started on Ron's fourteenth birthday. *What a birthday present.* Ron didn't like school all that much, though he liked learning. *Then again, I can probably make this year lots of fun.* He was entering the same high school as his sister, which was a four-year school, unlike some parts of the country. ----- On Ron's first day of school, his main objective was finding targets. He had basically given up Mrs. Hayes, since he wouldn't see her much anymore. Though, he could still use her, since the junior high wasn't very far from the high school. Actually, he turned out to be incorrect, as he found upon entering his American History class. He sat down just as he noticed a very familiar face. "Good morning, class. My name is Mrs. Hayes. Your teacher, Mr. Baker, has been promoted to administration, and so I'll be your teacher this year." She looked over at Ron and gave a smile. *Well, this is going to be a fun class!* ----- Ron had spotted other potential targets throughout the day. He saw a couple of the cheerleading squad he recognized from junior high. They had always scorned him before. Now he saw them in a new light. He could have them whenever he wanted them. Ron was thinking along these lines when someone shoved him from behind. "What you lookin' at, Chaffey?" It was Dale. Apparently, he'd finally gotten out of ninth grade, and made it into tenth, which made him a big shot on campus, Ron guessed, instead of the pipsqueak he'd been before. That's why he'd always picked on junior high kids, because everyone at the high school knew he was a joke. "That's my girl you were ogling there." Ron didn't think so, but didn't bother saying it. He was trying to decide how best to deal with Dale, and one word came to mind. *Violently.* "Fuck off, Dale." He knew he had the power to back this phrase up now. "Ooh, big words, little man." With that, Dale took a swing at Ron. Ron was fast enough to duck out of the way. Now, he had to make the next part look good. He formed his telekinetic extension, and timed it precisely with his fist. He connected soundly on Dale's jaw. The punch alone would have done very little, but getting hit with Ron's extension was like getting hit by a small freight train. Dale staggered back, and fell to the ground. The rest of the group gaped at Ron, and then took off running. "Cowards!" Dale screamed. "You got lucky, you little shit. Now I'm gonna pound ya!" Ron looked around. Nobody was looking their way. "Dale, stop." Dale froze in place. Ron pointed to a large elm standing in the school yard. "I want you to run as fast as you possibly can, headlong into that tree. Do not slow down, do not stop until you hit the tree. Then, if you're still conscious," which Ron doubted he would be, "I want you to get up and do it again, until you can't get up anymore. Then, when you wake up, you will remember my order, but you won't be able to tell anyone what happened. You'll just tell them you snapped. You've got some loose wiring in your head, or whatever. Now, go." With that, Dale started barreling toward the tree. It was a good fifty yards away, and Dale had a full head of steam up when he connected. Ron had long since stopped watching. He didn't much care for the sight of blood. What he wanted was for Dale to be utterly terrified of him. Word would get around. "Leave Ron alone, man, he's scary." That's the reputation he wanted. He didn't want to be popular, or well liked. He didn't really give a shit about becoming Student Body President or such crap. He really just wanted to be left alone, and the easiest way to accomplish that was if everyone was afraid of him. He heard the 'smack!' as Dale met the elm tree, but he didn't look. Ron headed to his next class, thinking already about Geometry. ----- His last class of the day was a tutoring position in a remedial math class. He walked into class and heard someone saying "Did you hear what happened to Dale?" "No, what?" "He ran into the old elm tree, full force!" "Is he okay? What happened?" "Nobody knows. They took him to the hospital, they think he just snapped. Must've blown a gasket." Ron just smiled, and walked to the front of the class. There he found a note for him: Ronald: I'll be late for class. Try to get them settled down. Introduce yourself, and start with review, if you can get them to listen to you. Sorry to put you through this; it couldn't be avoided. Thanks, Miss Ford * Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful. Well, let's see: Do I do this the easy way, or the normal way? The normal way won't accomplish much. The easy way will make the teacher think I'm a miracle worker. I like the easy way.* Ron smiled to himself, and formed his command. He broadcast it to the entire room. It was an obedience layer, so that they would do what he told them to. The bell hadn't rung yet, so he let them yak still. He observed the class as he did so. *There are a couple of really fine bodies in this class. I wonder if they might need some 'personalized service'?* Just then the bell rang, and, though everyone was now in their seats, they hadn't settled down yet. "Okay, everybody, let's chill out, okay?" He started out polite, as he was raised. This had little effect other than a few snide remarks from the upperclassmen in the room. Ron figured it was time to exert some power. "Sit down, shut up, and listen good!" The room dropped dead silent. Everyone faced forward, being very attentive. "That's better. Hello, my name is Ron Chaffey. I am, obviously, not your teacher. Miss Ford will be here at some point during the period. She asked me to handle things until she got here. I am here as a math tutor. I understand that most of you are studying basic arithmetic, and as high as pre-algebra. I am presently taking Geometry and Algebra II. I am an Honors student, and my job is to help you any way I can so that you can learn this stuff which I'm sure all of you hate, otherwise you probably wouldn't be here. Are there any questions?" One girl raised her hand, unsure whether to speak in front of everyone. Ron acknowledged her. "I want to learn this stuff, but I'm just not getting it. My teachers say I should have a tutor for this. Can you recommend someone?" Now, the questioner just happened to be one of the girls Ron had noticed earlier. She was about Ron's height, slender, with nice tits and curly blonde hair. She had brown eyes set in an open face. Her body was just spectacular. "Yes, I can recommend someone. Me. In addition to tutoring here, I have always provided private tutoring at my home for those students who really need it." He saw no reason to change his policy now, though the money he'd make now wouldn't mean much. He'd probably only be taking female students, now. "If your parents feel you need a tutor, have them give me a call." He wrote his new phone number on the board. "If I'm not home, someone will be there, just leave a message." "Now then, Miss Ford would like us to do a sort of review, to see where each of you stands..." About halfway through the class, A young woman walked into the room. She was mildly attractive, about 5'4" tall, dark brown hair, nice tits, and an all-around nice figure. Ron was leaning over, helping a guy with a multiplication of fractions problem. She waited until he was finished. When he saw her, he straightened up. "You must be Miss Ford." "Yes, I am. You're Ronald?" "Ron, ma'am. Yes, that's me." "You've done an incredible job here. I didn't think you'd be able to get them to listen to you." Ron looked around at the students. They were all looking at him, waiting for his answer. "Well, basically they're good kids, Miss Ford. I just had to get their attention, that's all." "Well, I must say that I am impressed. Is that your phone number on the board?" "Yes, ma'am. I wrote it there in case anyone needed private tutoring. I do that, too." "Well, class, it seems like you have two teachers this year. Lucky you. And lucky me." She smiled at Ron, in kind of a strange way. *Yep, it's gonna be a fun year.* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... School was going along just fine. It had been a couple of weeks since school started. He hadn't started tutoring yet, since it was his policy to wait and see where the student's real problems were. He was moving slowly, not out of caution, but simply because he knew he had time. Dale was assiduously avoiding him since he had returned to school, and already word was spreading, "Don't mess with Ron." *Good, maybe now I won't have to worry about those clowns anymore.* It was the middle of gym class, when the call came in. "Chaffey! Phone call for you, at the office!" The gym instructor bellowed. "Yes, sir!" He headed on down to the office, where he saw Mrs. Wimberly, a pleasant older lady, who liked almost everyone, and saw that returned. "Hi, Mrs. Wimberly. Coach Russell said I had a call?" "Yes, Ron. It's on line three. Don't be too long, now." "No, ma'am. Hello?" "Ron?" "Hey, James! What's up?" "We've got, or should I say *You've* got trouble." "What?" James informed Ron that a movie was being filmed locally, and that it starred Jill Mercer. Unfortunately, the set had been taken over by a rogue psionic who was causing no end of trouble. Jill was one of Ron's favorite actresses, and he wasn't pleased to hear she was in trouble, still... "I thought we didn't get involved in this stuff, James." "CAMP members would be more discreet. This guy turned down our membership. We judge them rather more harshly than we judge ourselves. Besides, this guy's hurting people for no real reason. Non-entities or not, they deserve some protection. Get on it, immediately." "Understood. I'll leave now." Ron hung up, and turned to Mrs. Wimberly. "Ma'am, there's an emergency at home. I have to leave now." "You know I can't let you go, Ron. You have to talk to Mr. Whitehead." She called him out into the office. "What is it, Mr. Chaffey?" Ron exerted some powers, to get his way, and got the hell out of there. Then he wondered, *How in the world do I get there?* Then he remembered his comment at CAMP: *"Why don't you just make yourselves invisible? It's got to be faster than driving."* * Of course! I'll fly there!* Ron concentrated a little, and turned himself invisible. Next, he floated himself up into the air. This was a new sensation, Ron hadn't really done much flying before. Ron set off for the woods near town, where they were presently filming. Despite a few minor mishaps and one almost-catastrophe involving a large moving vehicle, Ron made it there in record time. He set himself down in the woods, so no one would see him appear. Then, he walked out into plain sight, to see the carnage. Jill Mercer was tied to a stake, completely nude. The sight was not unattractive to Ron. Her body shone with a light layer of sweat, her short red hair in a tangled mess and her large tits heaving. Next to her were two other women, whose names Ron didn't know. Ron decided it would be best to leave them tied up for now, figuring the psionic wouldn't bother them if he didn't think them a threat. He found the psionic tossing the director against a wall. Ron knew the force of the blow could kill the guy. He projected a nice soft cushion against the wall, so the director just slumped to the ground. "Who are you!" The other psionic screamed. "Field Agent Ron Chaffey, who are you?" "I am Penndragon, mighty psionic!" "We'll see about that." Ron raised his barriers, and got ready for a tough fight. Penndragon formed a wall of energy and threw it at Ron. It flowed right around Ron, as if he weren't even there. Ron plunged a mental attack back at him, but he managed to deflect it with another attack of his own. As James had warned him, even someone who hasn't learned the mental defenses can defend themselves. If they can attack often enough, hard enough, your attacks never get through. Ron formed his extension into a bird. This was something he hadn't tried before, but he was confident enough in his shield to try some new things. He detached his extension from his body, and sent it off. Penndragon saw this, and followed it with his eyes. Ron swooped it around behind Penndragon, who foolishly turned to watch. At that point, Ron slammed a mental control into Penndragon's head. The man had no time to block, no time to fight. He was thrown to his knees, quivering in pain. Ron knew the pain would last until he stopped it. Now, Ron turned his attention to the women tied up. They had all seen the battle, so there wasn't much point in trying to hide his ability from them, he'd simply have to keep them from talking about it. He undid their bonds, all at once. The two lesser ladies ran to him and gave him a hug, but Ms. Mercer walked over to her chair and lit a cigarette. Ron was enjoying the attention of the two ladies. He was feeling them up rather obviously. He found out they were named Susan and Janine. He looked over at Jill, who had covered herself up with a blanket. "That's a filthy habit, ma'am." Ron said to her. "Go to Hell. What, do you people play these games for fun?" "'You people', ma'am? He and I are not associated. Furthermore, I would never dream of hurting people the way he did, for no good reason." "But you would hurt people, hmm?" "Yes, ma'am, in order to defend myself, or my family, or to get even for things done to me in the past. Now, Ms. Mercer, I have to make all of you forget you ever saw any of this." "Like that's gonna happen!" She eyed him suspiciously, but then she blanked, as he worked into her mind. On top of the mental block about today's happenings, he added a few extra commands. Like she wouldn't want to smoke anymore. And some other things. He went around, adjusting everyone, with the two ladies hanging off of either arm. Finally, they were the only two left. "Well, ladies, it's your turn." "Awww." Susan pouted, "Can't we have some fun first?" "What do you mean?" Ron asked knowingly. "Well, we can't let you go without thanking you for rescuing us, can we?" Janine agreed with Susan, and Ron was not willing to argue the point. "What did you have in mind?" Like he didn't already know. Neither girl was probably over nineteen, both seemed to be nymphomaniacs, and the fact that he had just probably saved their lives made him a very attractive partner, indeed. They headed over to a trailer normally used for makeup. Once inside, they worked together to remove Ron's clothes. Soon, all three were nude. Susan started kissing Ron, sucking his tongue into her mouth, and wrestling it with her own. She rubbed his chest with her hands, and generally worked to get him excited. Janine dropped to her knees and worshiped his cock. "Ooh. Such a nice one." She kissed the very tip, and used her tongue to lick his cock into her mouth. Her technique was dazzling. Ron was going into overload, but these two weren't about to let up. Susan continued massaging his chest, and Janine began to fondle his balls, as she took his cock into her throat. Ron's knees were starting to give, and so they worked their way slowly over to a couch, where he could sit down. Susan sat down with him, and then he leaned over to suck on her tit. She leaned her head back and moaned. He reached down and massaged her clit, sometimes inserting a finger into her hole, and then gliding it along her clit as he withdrew. She was shuddering with pleasure as he changed the angle of his stroke each time. Janine was still working on his cock, and she had him close to coming. "Oh, yeah, girl. Suck it harder." He kept fingering Susan, but his body was jerking too much to keep sucking on her tits. Suddenly he felt the head of his cock swell, then he erupted into Janine's mouth. She swallowed it all. When he was done, she sat back with a smile on her face. Then Susan got down and started sucking again. She wanted him hard, and hard now. Ron finger-fucked her pussy until he had his finger nice and lubed, then he poked it up her ass. She stiffened for a moment, then moaned and relaxed. He motioned to Janine, who came and sat next to him. He kissed her for awhile, while fondling her breast with his free hand. Then, seeing he was hard enough, Susan ceased her sucking. "Fuck me. Do it now." Ron got up, and Susan got onto all fours on the couch. Ron got behind her, and pressed in. Susan let out a growl as he sank deep into her cunt. "YES! Oh that feels so good. fuck me hard!" Ron obliged the young lady, hammering into her hard and fast. "Yes, oh, yes, baby. Fuck Susan, Fuck me!" Ron reached around and grabbed her tits. Meanwhile, Janine had positioned her pussy in front of Susan's mouth, so that she could get some pleasure of her own. Ron grabbed Susan's nipples, and twisted lightly. Susan let out a squeal, and increased the pace. She stopped eating out Janine long enough to say, "Yes, baby! Oh, that feels so good! Pinch my nipples, hard! Go for it!" Finally, she came. Big Time. Janine backed off, but Ron kept riding her for all he was worth. She barely stayed on the couch. She writhed and bucked and squirmed for minutes, until she was finally exhausted, and collapsed on the couch. Ron was still hard, and really needed more. He pulled out of Susan, and walked over to Janine, who seemed to be in just as much need as he was. When he got there, she said only one thing. "Fuck me, baby." She wrapped her arms around him and French-kissed him in a manner designed to suck all the fillings out of his teeth. If he hadn't already been hard, he would have been after that. He moved her up against the wall, and reached down to position his cock. Once he got it into her, she used the wall and her strength to wrap her legs around his waist. Lucky for Ron she wasn't very big, or he might have dropped her. They started a rhythm, slow at first, but building quickly to a feverish pace. They stopped momentarily to drop to the floor, but then went back at it with the same fervor. Janine was mewling and squealing with pleasure, and Ron was grunting out his enjoyment. Finally, she peaked, and squeezed his cock for all it was worth with her pussy muscles. She arched her back and screamed, and her pussy rippled up and down his cock. This was all he could take, and he shot his load up into her, filling her with his cum. Ron pulled out, but neither Janine nor Susan would be moving anytime soon. He gently covered both of them, re-organized a few of their thoughts, then left. After ripping some information out of the other psionic's head in preparation for a visit from James, he released him and flew back to school to finish out his day. He knew the other guy would take a couple days to recover from the kind of assault he'd just been through. At least, that's what the manual said. ----- When Ron arrived home, to his new house, Dr. Brown was there, to see Sandra and Dawn. It was the first time he'd actually been around during one of her home visits. When he walked in, Dawn was crying. Ron went immediately to her side. "Dawn, what's wrong?" "It's the kids at school. They were ragging on me for being pregnant. Oh, Ron! I know you want the baby, but, it's so hard for me!" She wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. He held her until she settled down, then laid her back in the chair. "I hope you're happy with yourself." This was Dr. Brown, watching from the doorway. "You've managed to mess up a perfectly normal family. And what you did to your mother-" "I did NOT do that to my mother, you stupid cow! My father did. Now, unless you have something important to say, shut the hell up." "Actually, I do. Due to the... nature of the pregnancy, I ran genetic tests on the fetus. He will have serious problems when he is born." She continued, listing the problems and their effects. Dawn was crying quietly now. "My recommendation is an abortion." "Dr. Brown, would you leave the room, please?" It wasn't really a question, and she left as ordered. "Dawn? I don't know what to do about the kids at school yet, but this, I can fix. Okay?" Dawn nodded. Ron placed his hands on her abdomen. He imagined he was part of her, and then part of the baby. He worked his way into the cells. He could actually see the defects. They showed up like red marks on his school papers. Ron knew he'd be here all day redoing each of millions of cells. So, he improvised. He formed his extension into a genetic reprogrammer. The device would find these bad spots, and redo them. It would run "In the background" as programmers say. It would use his brain power, but not run consciously. He would need to stay near her, but not actually in physical contact. Not that he was going to leave her anytime soon, anyway. "You know I love you, don't you, Dawn?" Again, she nodded. She gave him a little smile. Just then, Ron spotted Kumiko. "Kumiko, come here please." Kumiko entered the room and walked over to Ron. "Yes, Master?" "Get me a pillow, and a can of soda." Kumiko went to retrieve the requested articles. When she returned, Ron placed the pillow behind Dawn, for support. He drank the soda himself. It had been a long day, and looked to be only half over. Kumiko remained by his side, not willing to leave unless he needed her to fetch something. Dawn was actually dozing now, the tension having worn her out. "How was your day, Kumiko?" "Master, I changed your room the way you asked me to. I have also attempted to help your mother rearrange the house more to your tastes. She is still not well, but I think she is doing better." "Thank you. You have done very well. I'm sure I will be happy with the work you have done." Kumiko smiled, and bowed, though a little less this time, since she was kneeling. "How are you feeling today?" "I am well, Master. My bruises have all healed." "Yes, now you're as pretty as the first time I saw you. Not that I thought you were any less pretty before." Kumiko blushed. "Master, I..." "Kumiko, do you know what your name means?" "Well, Master, I am very rusty with my Japanese. Mother and Father did not speak it very much at home, because they wanted to become true Americans. No, I do not know what my name means." "Kumiko means 'Girl Forever Beautiful'. It is an accurate description of you. You have always been beautiful to me, and you always will be." Kumiko blushed again, and averted her gaze. Ron gently stroked her cheek, but then he felt something tug at his mind. He focused on it. *Oh, it's just the processor, telling me that it's done.* "Kumiko, would you go get the doctor, please?" She left to do so, and Ron looked at Dawn. *I'll find a way to handle the kids, Dawn. At least we know *this* crisis is over."* Dr. Brown came back in. "Yes? What is it?" "Did you double-check the results of your test?" "No, I did not." She seemed offended at the concept. "I would like you to do so." "Listen here, young man, I don't take orders-" "Just DO IT." He was getting irritated with the lady, then decided to get even. Obviously she didn't like him. He wasn't really interested in her, either, given her attitude. He didn't want to mess with so visible a person, since it would be easily noticed. But, he did have ways... As she was preparing the test, she stared at Ron. All of a sudden, she felt a chill run down her spine. Then, she felt her pussy twinge. *What's happening here?* Her breasts began to tingle, and her body started to heat up. *I am *not* excited by this, this pig. Never!* But the signs were unmistakable. Her hands were trembling, and she had to steady them to perform the test. By now, her love juices were flowing down her leg. "I'll... go get this analyzed." She quickly left the room, not understanding either her body, or the smile on Ron's face. ----- The doctor called back a few days later to say that the second test showed no defects at all. She would need to run another test to be sure. She was very uncomfortable, but she apologized for her error. Ron had enjoyed taking that call. *The ass deserved what she got.* Now, Ron was in his last class for the day, Math Tutoring 101. He had been helping lots of the kids today, they were dealing with common denominators, and they were all having trouble getting it. Near the end of class, one of the girls, Michelle, asked him, "Ron, I think I'm really gonna need special tutoring on this one. Can you tutor me after school?" "Sure, Michelle. Just have your Mom or Dad give me a call, after six or so." When the bell rang, Miss Ford asked Ron if he could stay a few moments. They waited for the rest of the class to file out, then she shut the door and locked it. "Ron, you've been doing a spectacular job with the kids. It's really been great having you here. I think a lot of these kids might be able to make it out of here this year, thanks to you." "Thank you, Miss Ford. It's a little early in the year to tell, though." "Well, I can see the beginnings of comprehension in them, Ron. You've sparked some interest in this class." She had moved over to her desk and sat on the corner, crossing her legs. Today, she had worn a very nice skirt and blouse combination in pale yellow. Her hair had been nicely done up, so that Ron had figured she had a date after school. He hadn't known it was with him. "Well, Miss Ford -" "Please, when we're alone, you can call me Linda." "Okay, Linda, thank you for the compliment. I'm just glad I can help." Which was the truth; Ron had always enjoyed helping people in need. "Good people like you usually say that giving is its own reward. I think you deserve more than that." With that, she got down off the desk and walked over to him. She was just barely taller than him, since he had grown over the summer. She pulled him to her, and kissed him on the lips. He was pleasantly surprised, but not enough so not to return the kiss. He placed his hands on her ass, and squeezed. She was madly pulling at his shirt, undoing the buttons as fast as she could without breaking their kiss. He had pulled her skirt up, and now had his hands inside her panties on her ass, kneading it in big circles. She got his shirt off, and started to work on her own. He almost stopped what he was doing to help, but sensed she didn't want him to. He was curious why she was doing this with him. A little probing showed her insecurity around men, along with a driving need to make love. *Well, who am I to object?* So, he rolled with it. She managed to get off her blouse and bra, and now he felt her bare tits press into his chest. It was a wonderful feeling, her nipples were hot points burning into him. She worked furiously at his jeans, getting them undone, and pushing them down. She did the same with his briefs, so that his cock sprang up and out. She ground her body against his, so that his cock was trapped between them. He unsnapped her skirt, and it fell off, leaving only her panties. These, as was his custom, were ripped off her body. Now they were naked, and still kissing madly. They hobbled over to her desk, where he laid her down. She had cleared it off during class time, probably for this eventuality. He poised his cock at her opening. She broke the kiss long enough to say, "Do it, Ron. Make me scream with wild passion. Make my eyes spin. Fuck me." Ron was happy to oblige. He plunged into her hole with all the energy of a buck in rut. He massaged her breasts, twisting her nipples and pinching them lightly. She writhed under him, wrapping her legs around his back in order to pull him deeper into her. Ron broke the kiss, so he could fuck harder. She kept up a steady stream of encouragement. "Yes, Ron, honey. Fuck me harder! Yes, oh yes...God that's so good....Oh, Yes, YES, YES!... Do it to me... make me come... Make your teacher COME!" Her body was wracked with spasms. She grunted once, twice, and then went completely rigid. Her pussy was milking his cock, and finally it was just too much. He spurted his come deep into her womb, and that sent her off on a whole new series of spasms. She writhed around under him, until she finally came down from her high. She was panting now, completely out of breath. She smiled up at him. "Oh, God, Ron! I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself anymore. I haven't had sex in so long, and you were just so helpful, so mature..." She didn't have the words. "Glad I could help, Linda. Anytime you need my 'help', you just let me know." He smiled down at her, in a way that let her know it was "okay". "We'll have to keep this our secret." She said. "No problem. I wouldn't want to spoil a good thing." "See you tomorrow, then?" She had gently pushed him off her, and was sitting up now. "Yes, I'll be here." Ron got dressed, and left. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... A week or so later, Ron encountered Dawn during a lunch break. She was being taunted by other girls about her pregnancy. "Everyone knows only easy girls get knocked up." "Who's the pop? Or don't you know?" And comments of that sort. It was taking its toll on Dawn, and Ron had just about all he could take of that crap. He strolled over to his sister and gave her a hug. "Is this really necessary, girls?" "Oh, look, it's little brother to the rescue." That was it. The last straw. He knew these girls for what they were: vindictive spiteful little tramps who didn't deserve to walk the earth with his sister. He drew them in a little closer with a look, and whispered to them. "Girls, you're messing with my sister. Unless you want to end up looking like Dale Jessup, I'd advise you to stop it, right now. My sister is off limits, forbidden territory. Spread the word. If I have to deal with this problem, somebody is going to get hurt." His tone of voice, and the matter-of-fact expression on his face said volumes. He was not kidding, nor was he bluffing. They believed not only that he *could*, but that he *would* hurt anyone who crossed him. "Sure, Ron, sure." They all echoed the sentiment, and quickly moved off. Ron turned to his sister, who was looking at him. "What did you tell them?" She wanted to know. "I told them not to mess with you. That, if they did, they would have to deal with me, and that would be unpleasant for them. You're my sister, Dawn. I love you, and I'll always protect you. Promise." They hugged, and he went on his way after making sure she was okay. Another crisis, handled peacefully. Fear was an effective weapon. He had absolutely no interest in those girls at all. They were attractive, sure, but they were also all airheads. He wasn't even sure they had the capability for rational thought. Anyway, it was time for class. ----- When he got home that night, there was a message on the machine. "Hi, this is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle's mother. I'm calling for Ron Chaffey. If he could call me back when it is convenient, I'd appreciate it..." and she gave a number. Ron picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello, Jasper and Jasper publishing." "Yes, I'm returning a call from Mrs. Donalli." Ron had learned that no one took kids seriously. He figured if he was "returning a call", they might not ignore him. It worked. "May I ask who is calling?" "Ron Chaffey." "One moment, Mr. Chaffey." *Mister. Wow.* A moment later: "Ronald?" "Please call me Ron, ma'am. You are Michelle's mother?" "Yes. She insisted I call you and arrange for tutoring. She says you have been very helpful in class, but that you cannot devote enough time to her individually." "Yes, ma'am. I regret that, but I do have 20 kids to deal with in class." "Well, some personal tutoring should be just the thing, then. How much do you charge?" "My normal fee is $10 an hour. Usually, I only take students for an hour at a time. However, I have decided on a new structure this year, to see how it will work. I'm charging $15 for a two-hour session." "That sounds just fine. One more thing: do you work at our house, or yours?" "Mine, ma'am. It allows me to set up a better study atmosphere. Plus, it removes familiar distractions." "That makes good sense. Very well, then. When can you start?" "Well, tomorrow is Wednesday. That's a good night for me, if it's alright with you. Say, seven o'clock?" "Yes, that will work nicely." Ron gave her the address, and said goodbye. He would need to choose a good study room, and get it ready. Michelle was hot, and he knew he was going to have some fun. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The following day in school, he met up with a little trouble. Well, maybe little wasn't the right word, since it consisted of roughly a quarter of the football team. "Those were our girls you insulted yesterday." "Insulted? I didn't insult anyone, guys. I told them to leave my sister alone." "No one tells my girl what to do." "Just what are you going to do about it, Biff?" Biff wasn't his name, but he looked like a Biff. On the other hand, the guy didn't like being called Biff. He swung on Ron, who had already erected a 'kinetic shield. His hand appeared to hit Ron, when actually it stopped about half an inch short. The guy must have thought he hit a brick wall, or a sheet of iron. He recoiled, holding his hand. It was very possible he had several broken bones. "Don't mess with me, guys, or someone's going to the hospital, and it won't be me. You know what happened to Dale Jessup, right?" He let the implication that it was his doing just kind of hang there. One of the other players stepped up, but before he could do anything, Ron posed a palm-strike to the chin. It looked good, Ron positioned his extension perfectly. The player landed about eight feet away. "Are y'all sure you want to continue this? Or should we stop now?" Ron was in total control. Normals, he realized, were a piece of cake. It was psionics he had to watch for. By now, the players had enough. They left in a hurry, the leader still holding his hand. *Well, at least he's not our quarterback.* Math Tutoring class was interesting to say the least. He was getting strange looks from Michelle *and* Miss Ford. He understood the look from Linda, but he wasn't sure what Michelle was up to. He'd find out soon enough. When class ended, he hung back just a bit, so he was the last student to leave the room. Miss Ford was standing by the door, and, as he was about to leave, she grabbed him, embraced him, and gave him a deep, blood-warming kiss. "That was for making my life easier. Thanks, Ron. See you tomorrow." Somehow, he managed not to weave down the hallway after that. ----- It seemed as if 7:00 would never come. He had been ready for the past half-hour. At five minutes of seven, she arrived. Her mother brought her up the walk, and they rang the bell. Ron had banished the rest of the household to non-visible rooms in the house, essentially the upstairs. He tried not to run to the door. "Hello, Mrs. Donalli, Michelle. Please, come in." They entered a large foyer. Mrs. Donalli was fairly impressed with the house. "What does your mother do, again?" "Well, my mother is an executive with a small company. Most of the family income is generated by me." "Tutoring pays this well?" She was joking, of course. "No, ma'am. I tutor because I enjoy it. I have a part time job consulting for a national organization on computer matters, and some other items." Which was, essentially true. CAMP had told him to keep up with his computer programming. The 'other matters' of course, covered a multitude of sins. "I see. Well, is your mother home? I would feel better if an adult were around." Ron had expected this. His mother was standing discreetly in a doorway. "Mom?" She walked over. "Mrs. Donalli, this is my mother, Sandra Chaffey. Mom, this is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle's mother." "How are you?" "I'm fine. I just wanted to know that their was supervision in the house." Michelle looked both embarrassed and impatient. He thought he understood both of those. He was wrong. "Well, I'll be here pretty much all the time. Besides, you can trust Ron. Your daughter is in good hands." The adults yakked for a couple more minutes, then Mrs. Donalli left. Ron showed Michelle into the study room, and his mother went back upstairs. "Sorry about my Mom. She's a little over-protective." "No problem. So, shall we get down to work?" "Yes, let's" Just then, Ron felt a tug at his mind. He grabbed it, deciphered it, and then almost blew it. He almost smiled, but that would not have been right. For this command had come from Michelle. *A psionic! But she's not on the list. Let's run with this, and see where it takes me.* Ron followed along. Her suggestions weren't actually working, but since he could read them, he followed them. He kept his face neutral, and started removing articles of clothing. She had him down to his underwear, and still he had not revealed himself. Finally, she wanted him to remove those, but she was still fully clothed. He figured it was time to get even. Not maliciously, but forcefully even so, he grabbed control of her mind. She almost panicked. *What's happening to me? Why can't I move? Why can't I scream? I don't understand!!!* By the time she'd managed those thoughts, he already had her down to her underwear, using 'kinesis. He decided to let her off the hook now. "Not much fun when the target fights back, is it?" He was smiling cheerily, not viciously. She grinned, then looked down and covered her mouth with her hand. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say now. "You're not on my list." Ron still didn't know why that was. "Are you new to the area?" "Yes. We moved in just before school started." She didn't know what 'list' he was talking about, but he seemed to be calm about the whole thing. "Okay, that would explain it. So, how long have you known?" "Known what?" "About your ability." "A couple of years. It's just starting to get to where I can make people do things, though. At first, it was just moving objects, ya know? And I hid that from people, 'cause I didn't want them to think I was weird. And then, I started to realize that people would do what I asked them to, without arguing like they used to." "And I was to be your experiment for... what?" "I wanted to know if it would work outside the family." She was embarrassed at being caught, but also interested in what he might be able to tell her. "Well, it would have, if you hadn't been dealing with another psionic. Damn, I am *not* cleared for recruitment. Hell, I don't even know if you're good enough yet." Ron was talking to himself, and Michelle didn't understand a word of it. "Huh?" "Oh! Don't worry, I was thinking out loud. Bad habit of mine. Anyway, what's the biggest object you've ever moved?" "My bed. It's a waterbed, if that's important." * Heavy. She can do it.* "Ever tried to fly?" "What?" She didn't think she'd heard him right. "Fly. You know, move yourself. Like this." Suddenly he was floating in mid-air, doing little aerobatics. Michelle struggled with it a bit, and managed to lift herself off the ground about a foot. "Great! See, it's not that hard. Really pretty cool. Say, just what were you going to do to me tonight?" Ron tried to sound stern, but his smile gave him away. "Well... I was gonna, you know, make you..." She couldn't say it, so she whispered it in his ear. Girls were so funny about that. He was the only one in the room, and still she wouldn't say it out loud. "I mean, when I first saw you in class, I thought I wanted to get to know you better, and the tutoring thing was just a really good opportunity, if I could get rid of your mother..." "Mom has orders not to come downstairs until you leave." "Well, yeah, but I didn't know that, did I?" She smiled. Apparently, her model for flying affected a zero-g room, because her breasts were actually floating. Michelle was beautiful. She had curly auburn hair and brown eyes. Her face was a nice round shape, with an innocent expression. Her breasts looked just right on her frame, and her legs continued from here to eternity. She was about his height, maybe just a fraction shorter. Not that it matters when both of you are floating three feet off the floor. "So, you wanted to screw me, huh?" She just blushed and nodded. "Well, no reason to stop now, is there?" She just stared at him. He took things in hand, as he removed her last garments, and his own. He brought them both down to earth. "Wait here a second." Ron went over to the couch and pulled a soft down bed from under it. The bed was about a double-bed size, covered with fake fur. It was meant as something to, well, to "do" things on. He motioned her over to him, as he was sitting on the mat. She stood over him, a little unsure of herself. "Is this your first time?" "No, but my first time went by in sort of a blur, and I wasn't really given much of a choice." "Well, we can stop now, if you'd like." She shook her head, and took his offered hand. He pulled her to him, but not down. His eyes were now at pussy-level, and he enjoyed what he saw. He reached out and softly kissed her on her mound, right above where her clit was. She purred softly, and rested her hands on his shoulders. As he pulled back, he saw her tits hanging down before him, begging for suction. He obeyed the call, and took one into his mouth. He tongued the nipple until it was hard, and sucked the tit until she moaned. Then he moved over to the other one, and repeated the process. When he let go, she sank down beside him on the cushion. He kissed her for the first time on the lips. If her first time had been ugly for her, he wanted this to be better. He was soft, coaxing. For her part, Michelle was really getting into it. Her first time had been at the hands of a former boyfriend who basically didn't know what "no" meant. She hadn't put up much of a struggle, because she wasn't even sure she meant no. Which was also why she never told anyone about it. Ron, on the other hand, was taking it nice and easy. *This is the way it's supposed to be.* She kissed him back, progressing from soft to urgent. She pushed him back onto the cushion, and continued kissing him, while she rubbed his chest. Ron didn't resist: he liked it when the women took the lead sometimes. He figured she needed to do this her way, to make it good for her. Michelle moved her kisses down to his chest. She kissed each nipple, nipping lightly at them with her teeth. She continued down, across his stomach, until she reached the head of his cock. Here, she hesitated. This was something she had been told about, and read about, but hadn't actually done. She thought it was kind of yucky, but she wanted to give Ron a present for being nice to her. She lightly kissed the tip of his cock. Some clear liquid stuck to her lips. She licked her lip and tasted it. Not great, but it didn't make her sick. She continued kissing the head of his cock, noticing that occasionally it jerked. She moved her kisses down the shaft and back up, down and up. Finally, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She wasn't sure of exactly what to do, but then she started receiving images. Not orders, more like instructions. She glanced sideways at Ron, and he just smiled back. She licked around the head of his cock, and then started pulling more of him in. She got about halfway or so before he hit the back of her throat. Then she started a rhythm. She held the base of his cock with her hand, and sucked him faster and faster. His groans grew louder and louder. Suddenly, she heard in her head, *<**I'm gonna cum!>* She decided to swallow, to see what it was like. She kept sucking until, suddenly, loads of white spunk poured into her mouth. The taste was salty, but, she found to her surprise, she liked it. She swallowed every bit of it, and licked around the head of his cock to make sure she got it all. She looked up at Ron, and smiled. "Did I do good?" "Oh, hell yes! And I think I should return the favor. Lie down." She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she lay down next to him. He gently spread her legs, and maneuvered himself into place. Then he bent in to lick her slit. Up and down, in slow, tortuous strokes. She was shuddering with each pass, and purring quietly from deep in her throat. Ron flicked across her clit with his tongue. Her back arched, and she grunted. *Not the typical reaction, hmmm.* He did it again, and she grunted again. *Must be more sensitive than most.* Ron took great advantage of this. He took her clit into his mouth and started sucking on it, as he whipped it back and forth with his tongue. Ron had Michelle bucking wildly in just a few moments. "Oh, shit, yes! Yes, Ron. Oh, damn! I want you, Ron, I want you bad! Put it inside me Ron, now, do it now!" He was tempted, but he knew women, unlike men, can actually get *more* aroused from an orgasm. He continued his torture, occasionally letting up to lick up and down her slit again, but always returning to her clit. Finally she gave in, and came in a horrendous, screaming climax. Her body went stiff, back arched, arms and legs splayed. She stayed that way for over a minute. When she came down, she looked at Ron with a look of pure, wanton lust. "Fuck me." This command would brook no argument, not that Ron was giving one. He spread her legs to allow him access, and pressed himself into her. Ron was hot enough that he had trouble controlling his pace, but he wanted her to enjoy this as long as he could make it last. He leaned in and kissed her again. This time, their tongues met, and fought a fierce battle, eventually declaring a draw, but not giving in. Ron pumped into her, alternating fast, hard thrusts with long, slow, languorous strokes, bringing her right to the edge, then backing off again. She started to plead with him. "Come on, baby. Bring me off. You can do it, Pump me harder! Faster! Faster!" Finally, Ron felt the urge building in him, so he caved in to her wishes. He stroked harder, faster, deeper with each thrust. Ultimately, he gave in first. With a grunt and a sigh, he came, pouring his juice into her. At the first spurt, she came in a mind-shattering, ear-splitting, spine-tingling orgasm that threatened to shatter windows. They both were out of their senses for a moment. When they both came down, they were lying side by side on the cushion. Michelle rolled onto her side to look at Ron. "Thank you. Thank you for making at least the second time, special." She leaned down and gave him a soft, slow kiss. When she broke off, Ron looked at the time. "Um, I think we should get dressed now." "Why?" "Well, your Mom's gonna be here in about a half hour, and we haven't even opened the books yet." They spent the next half-hour trying to focus on the books. It was difficult, since they had trouble keeping their hands off each other. ----- It was a couple weeks later, when Mike showed up. "Ron, I believe you know Michelle here." She grinned at him coyly. "Oh, yes. We've been formally introduced, and not-so-formally." Mike got all sorts of information from that. "I see. Well, I'm glad you two get along, because you're going to have to pay her a lot of attention. Like we did with you, we don't want to interrupt her schooling, so she can't come to CAMP until next summer. This is a really bad time for us all, because we can't do things we need to do without becoming obvious. Anyway, she says she's okay with you being her guide. Take care, though. Don't show her stuff she's not ready for." "No problem, Mike. Hey, I handled my other project pretty well, didn't I?" Mike had to admit that, yes, Ron had done damned well on that one. Mike shook hands with both of them, and left for his car. Michelle was carrying some sheets of paper. "What're those?" "Oh. Mike said to give you these. They're instructions for what you can and can't tell me." "Okay. Let me see them." She handed them over. "Come on in, we've got some things to talk about." "My Mom thinks I'm on a sleepover with girlfriends. She won't expect me back until late Sunday." "Good. 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--===CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 7===-- Chapter 7 Summer Camp After a short plane ride, and a ride in a limousine, which both Ron and Jess found fascinating, they arrived at CAMP. They entered through a large gate in a thirty-foot high cinder-block wall. The wall was more of a big room, surrounding the complex. It was twenty feet thick, and had guards walking on top of it. Ron looked questioningly at Mike. "Don't worry, they're up there to keep people out, not to keep you in. We've had lots of curious people, usually teenagers, try to break in. We just got tired of having to deal with them. Now all the signs and warnings around the complex make us look like a government research facility." Ron looked around at the compound as they stepped out of the limo. There were several buildings, scattered all over an area bigger than Ron could estimate. They got into an electric cart, and Mike began the tour. "The compound sits on forty acres of land. That's a quarter mile, square, in case you're wondering. The main buildings are the dorms, the cafeteria, the gymnasium, which is where a lot of the physical aspects of your training will take place, and of course the classrooms. The building you see here is the main office. You won't have cause to go in there, it's mainly for CAMP personnel. You'll get a schedule later, but basically, it goes like this: get up, eat breakfast, classes until lunch, eat lunch, then you have a few hours off. Another class period until dinner, and a short class period after dinner. You will have a few out of class assignments, and of course you will need to practice. Of course, the term 'class' is misleading, since it implies a large number of students. The likelihood is that there will never be more than three people in a class, and that only at the beginning. Since this school is learn-at-your-own-pace, you will lose classmates as you either excel or fall behind. Of course, I don't expect that you will be falling behind. Any questions so far?" "When do I meet my instructors?" "You don't have instructors, just an *instructor*. You will meet him shortly. Tomorrow, you will begin your classes. The only thing scheduled for today is an orientation with your instructor, and the choosing of your test subjects." "My what?" "Test subjects. You obviously need to have someone to try stuff out on. Before you say it, yes you could use Jess, but normally we would have you pick out two subjects. It allows for conflicting commands to be tried, which would not be possible in a single subject. You may, of course, choose two subjects today, or you can use Jess as one of your subjects, and only choose one. That is up to you." "I see. What is there to do for fun around here?" "Oh, yes. That's the one building I didn't talk about. It's over there on the right. The Activity Center is open 24 hours a day. All sorts of activities go on in there. We have an arcade, a pool hall, a theater, all sorts of things. You'll just have to explore it in your free time." "Where are we?" "I'm afraid I'm not supposed to tell you that. I can tell you that we are somewhere in the state of New Mexico, but other than that, it's, um... classified." "May I ask why?" "Just a precaution. We want to keep a low profile, and it helps us if nobody knows where we are." Ron found this odd, but didn't really care. He was only asking out of curiosity. He knew that they weren't going to hurt him. If they'd wanted to do that, they wouldn't have done things in this manner. Mike continued with his tour, until they arrived in front of the gymnasium. "Classes start tomorrow for several students, so we've gathered everyone here in the gym. C'mon, let's go inside." They all walked into the gym, and Ron stood, transfixed, at the sight he saw. There were a couple hundred people, and they were *everywhere*. Most were walking around, but the few that drew his attention were sitting down. *On the ceiling.* "How... wh...." Ron couldn't even get out his question. "Oh, geez. I'm sorry Ron, we just didn't think. Normally, we don't display parts of The Ability to someone until we try to teach it to them. Unfortunately, you didn't follow the normal course. Usually, telekinesis is the first skill learned. Most people learn to manipulate objects first. You, on the other hand, seem to focus exclusively on people, which is a much harder skill. You see, sitting on the ceiling is easy for a telekinetic, it's just not very useful. Those three are just showing off." Ron absorbed this information as his brain tried to assimilate the idea of walking up a wall and across the ceiling. He intimated this to Mike, who corrected Ron on the procedure. "No, no. That's not how they got there. Here, let me demonstrate. Joseph! Joe, come on down here, please!" One of the men on the ceiling pushed himself off and literally swooped down to a soft landing on the ground. "What can I do for you, sir?" "Joe, this is Ron. He'll be starting classes tomorrow. Ron hasn't learned telekinesis yet, and I just wanted him to see one of its... less useful aspects." "How do you *do* that?" asked Ron. Joe laughed. "Oh, you'll learn. It's a lot easier than it looks, but it's not really very useful in the real world. I mean, what would people think if they could see you flying overhead?" "Why not just make yourself invisible? I mean, it's got to be faster than driving, right?" Ron thought this was obvious, but he found the other two people staring at him. "What?" "Ron, nobody here can make themselves *invisible*. It's just not..." Mike stopped, because he realized that Ron had vanished right in front of him. A disembodied voice said, "You mean you can't do this?" "How in the hell did you do that?" Joe exclaimed. Ron reappeared, and smiled. "Just a little something I picked up along the way." With that, Ron thought he felt a push at his mind. He looked around to see someone staring intently at Jessica. "Excuse me? Can I help you?" Ron inquired. Just then Jessica started walking toward the stranger. Ron sent her a command, and she stopped, but it was like a tug-of-war with her mind. Then the other man fell to the ground. Standing behind him was a man dressed all in black. He was about 5'8", muscular, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He wore a black jumpsuit and combat boots. He had on a black beret with an unfamiliar insignia on it. He had just kicked the other man in the back, and now he was looking very angrily at him. The other man turned over and looked up, his face now white as a sheet. "James! Hey, I'm sorry. It'll never..." "Shut the hell up. You've been warned three times, Tom. I've wasted enough of my time keeping you in line. This time, it goes before the committee." James signaled, and two guards, dressed in gray, appeared. "Take him to a holding cell." They escorted him out, and James came over to greet Ron. "Sorry about that. Some people just can't follow the rules." James held out his hand, and then he realized that Ron was staring at him as though he were Darth Vader. "My name is James. I am in charge of discipline here at CAMP. May I ask who you are?" It took Ron forever just to get out a response, so in awe of this man was he. He was physically imposing, yes, but it was his obvious mental power that had stunned Ron. "Um... Ron, sir." "You can drop the 'sir'. Around here, we're pretty informal. Can I see your sheet?" Mike handed over Ron's paperwork, and James looked up in surprise. "*This* is Ron Chaffey?" "This is him." "But... they've got David down as his instructor. David isn't qualified for a twelve." "I don't question the orders, Jim. I just go where they tell me." Ron was looking on in confusion, so James decided to explain. "See, Ron, you have already achieved quite a bit of what we would normally teach here. Most people who come to us are around a five or a six. The number is simply a scale, that starts at one and goes up indefinitely. You have achieved a level known as psion-12. This is very high, and actually higher than the man they chose to instruct you. This is not allowable by the rules of CAMP. We'll have to find you a new instructor." Mike interrupted at this point. "But Jim, we don't have any instructors who are sufficiently above this guy's level." "You're right. The best we've got is a fourteen, and that's not good enough. I think maybe Peter and I should take over this case." "You? You haven't done case work in a couple years." "I still know how. Besides, if this kid is this good now, how good will he be in eight weeks? Do you think any of the Talents could teach him what he's gonna want to know?" "No, probably not. Well, it's your decision. I guess I'll take my leave now. Ron, good luck. James here will teach you everything there is to know. I've got to get back to my normal job. Good luck, and have fun." Ron shook his hand, and Mike headed off. Ron turned back to James, and was about to barrage him with questions, when he started on his own little spiel. "Okay, let me explain some things to you. You've heard some terms already that I'm sure you don't understand. Let's go over them one at a time. The psion level is easy: Your average person on the street is a psion-1. This indicates no active psionic ability, and very little passive ability. The levels increase with what you're capable of doing up to a psion-18. Psion-18 means that you can achieve most things from anywhere in the world, affecting anything else, anywhere in the world. In other words, standing here, a psion-18 could roll a rock up a hill in Sri Lanka. Anyway, beyond Psion-18, levels are achieved through friendly competition. Before you ask, I have achieved psion-46. No Talent has ever achieved anything above psion-16. You may be the first, your power is strong enough, I think." "James, what's with everyone calling me a talent?" "Oh, yeah. There are three groups here at CAMP. We call them Talents, Gifts, and Skills. Talents are the largest group, composed of people who just naturally have The Ability. Gifts is a small group, we have about 50 members who are Gifts. These people were given The Ability by some event in their life. The most common seems to be being struck by lightning, but we can't learn anything from that, since it obviously doesn't always happen. Anyway, the last group, the Skills, is the smallest. As a matter of fact, there are only three, of which I am one. We are referred to as Skills because we actually *learned* how to control the Ability. This group is the strongest, because, we think, they have a more systematic approach to The Ability. You are a Talent, but a very strong one." "How long did it take you to learn?" "Twenty years. I started learning about it when I started learning martial arts. I was in a ninjitsu school, and some of what we learned was how to achieve intimidation of the enemy. This is a basic mind-control technique, and it can be learned by almost anybody. We don't know yet if there is some latent ability that allows certain people to learn how to control The Ability or what, but it is not a common occurrence. Oh, just a second. Pete! C'mere!" Pete trotted over. He wasn't nearly as impressive as James, dressed in light brown pants and a T-shirt. "Yeah, boss, what can I do for ya?" "Pete, this is Ron Chaffey. We're going to be instructing him together." Pete looked Ron over, and, for the first time, somebody acknowledged Jessica's presence. "Who's she?" "Oh, sorry. This is Jessica. She's my.... slave." He still had trouble with the concept, but he was growing more used to it. Pete and James looked at each other, as if communicating, and, Ron realized, they probably were. "We hadn't known you'd acquired a follower yet, Ron. Very impressive. Well, why don't you come with me? Some of the rest of the tour might be kind of dull for her. Pete, why don't you show the lady to their quarters?" Jess gripped Ron's arm tighter, but Ron gently released her grip. "Jess, go with Pete. I'll be with you later. Why don't you unpack our stuff and get everything organized?" "Yes, sir." Jess followed Pete out the door, and Ron and James continued their conversation. "You were saying something, Ron, before that dimwit interrupted you, about flying being faster than driving. You're right, but, as they told you, it would be too obvious for people to see you gliding overhead." James had not been able to see that Ron had made himself invisible earlier. "Well, yeah, they said that. But then I asked them why they didn't just make themselves invisible, and they all looked at me funny." Pretty much as James was doing now. "You mean, you can do that?" "Sure. It's not even that hard. At least, not for me. You mean you can't do it?" "Never tried, really. It had never occurred to me. You'll have to explain to me how you do it. But, we can get to that later." Just then, a group of men in white suits entered the gym. All the instructors stopped talking until the men signaled for them to continue. "Who're they?" Ron asked. "That's the committee. They are CAMP's board of directors. They make all the important decisions around here." "How come they all wear white?" "It's kind of a color code for the staff. You'll notice that instructors wear whatever they want. The committee wears all white, the guards wear gray." "And you wear black. What are you? I mean, in the company?" "I am the committee's only Member-At-Large. You see, none of the committee members ever leaves this compound. It is a decision they made when they agreed to become a member of the committee. However, the committee realized that there would be times when it would need to directly influence things outside the complex. That's where I come in. It is my job to handle any issues that the committee thinks need to be taken care of. I am their trouble-shooter, if you understand that term." "Okay, but if you're a committee member, how come you don't wear white?" "Ever seen anybody look intimidating wearing white?" James chuckled. "It's all part of an image. I did it so that I'd be easily recognizable here on campus, and so that normal people would more easily avoid bothering me. Mainly I did it because I hate wearing white." Ron laughed at that. They continued on with their talk and tour, until they reached another, smaller, building. "Ron, in here is the holding facility for our test subjects. It is basically a first-come, first-served situation, but, since you're *my* student, I'm gonna let you have first crack at them. Have you decided whether or not you are going to use Jessica as a test subject?" "I think she'd feel left out if I didn't. So, I guess I'll just need one from here, right?" "That's right. Now, when we go in there, take your time. Make your decision based mainly on appearance, unless you enjoy changing attitudes of specific types of people. The final parts of your training will involve turning these subjects into exactly what you want them to be, so don't worry what they're like now. Of course, some of the girls in here are real bitches, and, if you like that sort of thing, you can have a lot of fun messing with their minds and bodies. But that's all up to you. Let's go in, shall we?" James opened the door, and, there before them, was a large room full of women. All were fully clothed, but, also, all of them were beautiful. Ron didn't know how he was going to choose. He spent about a half hour, wandering through the room. Finally, he stopped in front of one girl who was slumped against the wall. "What's your name?" "Fuck you." "That's a strange name. Was your mother unhappy to have you?" Ron was chuckling, and he could see James smiling out of the corner of his eye. The girl, on the other hand, placed a look of contempt and pure hatred on her face, and kept quiet. "I asked you what your name was." This time, Ron added just a hint of warning in his voice. Enough that he knew she caught it, and he could see it in her eyes: the beginnings of fear. "Megan Watley." The hate dripped from her voice. That made up his mind for him. Megan was about 5'3" tall, a redhead with light green eyes. Her mouth would have been pretty if it hadn't been drawn into a scowl. She had ample breasts, a firm ass, and long legs. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and she reminded him of some of his older sister's friends. "I'll take her" Ron said to James. James got out a clipboard and found her paperwork. "Good choice. Let's see: her name, as she said, is Megan. She is eighteen years old. A runaway, we found her on the streets. Her parents have already presumed her dead. She is free and clear, and at this point has no real identity. We have reworked her identification papers, and we can rewrite them however you would like when the time comes. You will see when you get to your room that, in addition to the master suite, there are two small bedrooms, one for each of your subjects. We'll go there now, so we can drop her off. Do you need restraints, or how do you want to handle her? She's still a little rebellious." * <Heel.>* He figured everyone understood the basic command given to a dog to follow. She did, but was fussing and cursing all the way. <*Shut up. You are not to speak until spoken to.>* She immediately quieted down. James took note of all of this. Finally they arrived at his room. Upon entering, he noted that the room had been nicely furnished, with plush carpeting, a king-size bed, a comfy-looking couch, and several soft chairs. The couch held particular interest, as it was the present location of Jessica, who was wearing very little at the moment. She rose upon seeing the new people, and reached for her robe, but Ron stopped her. "Don't bother, Jess. Come here." James was monitoring the mental energies in the room, and was surprised to find that Ron wasn't using any on Jess. She had actually become a willing slave. This was very advanced work. A debriefing was going to be necessary before they could decide what Ron needed to learn. "Jess, this is Megan. She is going to be staying here with us. Have you chosen which of the smaller rooms you want?" "Won't I be sleeping with you?" she asked, with a pouting expression. "Sometimes, but not always. You should choose which room you want." Jess picked one, and Ron directed Megan into the other. He followed her in, and gave her some instructions so that, other than going to the bathroom and immediately returning, she could not leave the small room. When Ron returned, he asked James, "So, what'll I be learning tomorrow?" "Well, tomorrow will be a debriefing of what you've accomplished before coming to CAMP. This gives us a basis to judge your level of achievement when you leave. Then, in the afternoon, we'll begin classes on mental self-defense." "What's that?" "The ability to protect yourself and others from mental attack." James saw the look of surprise on Ron's face. "Don't worry, almost nobody thinks of it on their own. It's actually my invention. It is a necessary skill, though, so that you can protect yourself from the evil psionics out there, and, yes, there are some. Now then, I'll leave you all alone to get acquainted and settled in. You know where the cafeteria is, right? Good. I'll pick you up here tomorrow at nine o'clock. See you then." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Over the next weeks, Ron learned many useful things. He learned about mental defense, and forms of mental control over his own body, to effect healing and repair. Ron always had either Jess or Megan with him during his classes. On the day he learned about telekinesis, Megan happened to be the one who was with him. Ron hadn't touched Megan yet, it was just more trouble than it was worth. Jess was always eager to please, and so Ron had settled for her attentions. Not that he wasn't interested in Megan, just that he felt he could wait until she was a little more friendly. Pete was instructing Ron today, saying that James had gone off on an assignment, and probably wouldn't be back until the end of the week. Pete set a small crystal on the table in front of Ron, and it seemed to magically move over to him. "Okay, Ron. I want you to use your mind to push the crystal back to me. I'm not going to be fighting you on this, it's just you and the crystal." Ron had read the manual on this, but he hadn't actually tried it yet. They had warned him not to try a completely new thing for the first time alone. At least, not while at CAMP, anyway. Ron concentrated on the crystal, and it began to vibrate. He concentrated harder, and all of a sudden, the crystal took off across the room and embedded itself into the wall. "Geez, Ron! You're using enough psi-power to move a small office building! You need to ease up, you're pushing too hard. Remember, imagine that you have a third hand that can reach anywhere, then just grab the crystal with it and move it. Now then, try again." Pete yanked the crystal out of the wall with his mind and floated it over to the table again. By the end of the session, Ron was moving around the crystal, the table, and the chair he was sitting on, all at once. He still hadn't figured how to move himself, but that would come in time, Pete said. "Now, then, Ron, we're going to have a little fun. According to your file, you are very interested in sex. Not uncommon for a thirteen-year-old psionic. It does, however, give me an interesting opportunity to teach you some of the subtleties of telekinesis that other interests just don't allow for. I'm going to leave in a minute, but you have an assignment. Before you leave this room, I want you to make Megan there have an orgasm. But, the catch is, you can't touch her with any part of your body. You've got to do it with telekinesis. And no cheating: I'll be monitoring your thoughts, so don't go sending any mental control messages. This is a telekinesis lesson, you may only use telekinesis. You may use physical control to restrict her movement, but that's all. Good luck." Pete walked out and left the two of them alone. * Well, might as well get to it. This is going to be fun, if I can manage it.* "Are you ready?" "You won't be able to do it, you little shit. There's no way I'm going to come for you." "We'll see." Ron slumped in his chair, relaxing as he'd been taught, and stared at his subject. He started sending her commands. First, she raised her arms. *Why can't I stop this little fuck? Well, there's no way he's gonna make me come.* Slowly, her T-shirt rose up off her body, off her arms, and fell to the floor. She was wearing a bra, but this, too, was unhooked and pulled off her arms. *How can he do that? He hasn't moved an inch!* Ron wasn't moving at all, but he was thoroughly enjoying the show. With her arms raised, her tits were pulled up, and stood out even prouder than usual. It was a thrilling sight, but Ron remembered his assignment, and so he moved on. He mentally undid her pants, and pulled them down until they fell to the floor. He wondered if he should have her step out of them, then got an idea. Slowly, her feet rose clear of the floor, until she was floating about two feet above ground level. Next, her shoes and socks flew off her feet. All that was left were her panties, and they went rather quickly, but Ron didn't pull them *off*, he pulled them *apart*. They ripped to shreds, and Megan's eyes widened as she felt them torn from her body. One of the things Pete had told Ron was "The extension you imagine doesn't *have* to be a hand. A hand is useful for moving things, but the extension can be shaped like anything." Ron imagined his extension was a feather, long and wavy. This he brushed against her body. The touch was light, ever so light. He moved it along her breasts, and she shuddered, pushing her tits out to try to obtain more contact. Of course, Ron wasn't going to allow that. He pulled back with her every move, being mentally aware of what she was going to do before she did it. His touch moved down her body, and she clamped her legs shut. Annoyed, Ron blasted just a little more energy at her than necessary, and her legs flew open as far as they would go. He continued his onslaught, now caressing her pussy lips with just the faintest of touches. She was moaning now, twisting this way and that, trying to make contact with something solid. Ron continued this way for a few more minutes, then retracted the feather. A groan of disappointment escaped Megan's lips, and inwardly she was mortified. *This little scum has got me all hot and bothered! I can't believe he's doing this!* Ron reformed his extension. Now, it was shaped like a long snake, writhing and wiggling. He wrapped it around each breast in turn, then both at the same time, forming a figure eight on her chest, squeezing and massaging. He left the end to flick at her nipples, back and forth, alternating between the two. Slowly, he lengthened the extension so that, while it was still wrapped around her breasts, it could now reach down to her pussy. Her cunt was dripping by this point, and she let out a loud grunt as she felt the extension pass over her nether lips. It reached out and flicked across her clit, and she squealed in pleasure. Finally, Ron figured it was time. He enlarged the very end of his extension, and pushed it into her pussy. It now resembled a cock, and he used it as one, plunging in and out of her pussy. She was moaning constantly now, building in intensity and volume. He figured it was time to make her come, and he decided to do something that he simply couldn't do physically. He pulled the extension out of her for a moment, and the end split into a Y. The second end was thinner than the first, and headed for her asshole. Both ends plunged back into her at the same time, and she screamed for all she was worth. Ron set up a killer pace, and it didn't take long before her body was wracked with the biggest orgasm of her life. She came and came for minutes, continually. Finally she descended from her orgasmic high, and Ron gently lowered her to the floor. Her knees wouldn't hold her, but he caught her in his mind, and laid her down on the carpeted floor. Ron looked down to see that he had come when she did. It was one of the hottest sexual encounters he'd ever had, and he'd never come within five feet of the girl! * Pete forgot to tell me that you can really *feel* things with the extension. What a feeling!* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Another of Ron's important lessons came the following week. James was back, and he took Ron to a completely secluded room with no windows, and it was all sound-proofed. "What are we gonna learn in here?" Ron wanted to know. "In here we learn one of *the* most important skills. This one skill is what enables us to manipulate things at great distance. It's called 'televiewing'. It is the ability to move your point of view out of your body, and into someplace you're not, without using another person's eyes. You already learned about seeing through someone else's eyes in the telepathy class. Now, it is very hard to manipulate the world while looking through someone else's eyes, because their brain gets in the way of your abilities. If you can view the scene from a completely disconnected perspective, nothing can interfere with your powers." "So, why are we in here?" "Well, we start out simple. I need you to try to view what is in the next room. It is an established scene, so I won't have to go check on it to know if you're right. It is also someplace you've never been, so I know you can't already know what's in there. Now then, just relax. Remember, concentrating too hard actually reduces the chances that The Ability will work. Imagine an eye floating out of your forehead, and flying around the room. Now then, I want you to see if you can move through the door." Ron struggled with this for a few minutes, but finally gave up. "I can't do it, James. I can't get through the door." "Don't worry. It will come eventually. For now, we'll have to provide you an opening to get through. And, there's always little openings, even in a tightly locked house. You've just got to search for them." James reached over and took the cover off a small hole in the door. "Go through this. The door to the other room is open. It is the next room down, going to the left as you leave this room." Ron maneuvered through the hole and down the hall, turning into the room. It was a typical small classroom, but empty except for a few distinct objects. "I see a reflecting telescope, a basketball, an open book, and a beach towel." "What page is the book open to?" Ron moved his eye closer. "206." "Okay, Ron, now here's a little challenge. Hold your viewing eye in place, and use telekinesis to close the book. The trick is, instead of causing your extension to come from your body, make it come from your viewing eye." Ron worked this around in his head for a minute, then gave it a shot. Amazingly, it was quite easy to do. His extension reached out and closed the book. "Hey!" "What is it, Ron?" "This book is titled *The Life of Ronald Chaffey*!" "That's right, Ron. The book is all about you. It took a great deal of effort to compile in such a short time, but, with your permission, this book will become one of the required texts for CAMP. You have been a unique student from the beginning, and you are progressing faster than even I suspected. Go ahead. Grab the book, and bring it back here." Ron did so, and found that James had opened the door while he wasn't paying attention. The book now lay on the table in front of him. "What do you say, Ron? Can we use you as a shining example of the *right* way to approach The Ability?" "Well, sure, I guess. I would be honored," he said formally, remembering the line from one of his mother's plays. "Good. Now then, another assignment, to make sure you've got the hang of it. This one will be a little more difficult, and you might not manage it at first. What I want you to do is view what is going on right now in your own home." "But, how do I do that? I don't know where it is from here, since I don't know where here is." "Right. Open the book to the back." Ron did, and there he found a map. "Focus on the map. Push your mind into the map, right where your home is. Find that, as you go into the map, details that you hadn't seen before actually appear on the map. Now, as you approach a specific city, you'll find that you are then actually in that city. Let me know when you've made it that far." "Okay, I'm there." "Damn, that was fast. Okay, now, if you're in your home town, you should be able to find your home. Find a way in, and observe what's happening. I've got to make a pit stop, I'll be back in a while. You let me know what you see, okay?" "Okay, James." Ron had found his house, but was trying to figure out a way in. *Cockroaches get in, so I can get in. I only need a little dinky hole.* Ron got lucky. It was a beautiful day in his home town, so Nikki had her window open. Ron moved through the screen, which was full of holes, of course, and into her room, which happened to be empty. Ron saw her desk, neat as usual, and had an idea. *I wonder if James would mind...* Ron decided to risk it. He moved over to her desk, and saw her note pad. There was a pen lying next to it. Now, he formed his extension, and picked up the pen. He'd never tried writing with the extension, but he figured since it was his right hand, he should be able to. He brought the pen to paper and wrote out, "Nikki: I miss you. Love, Ron." He examined the writing, and, while a little messy, it was legible. He then moved out of the room, after remembering to set the pen down, and moved down the stairs. His eye apparently also had ears, because he could hear sounds coming from his mother's room. They sounded like very entertaining sounds, and he flew in to investigate. The door was open, so that was no problem. Once inside, he saw a scene that made him instantly hard. Sandra was lying on her back, while Dawn straddled her face, her pussy pressed into her mouth. Sandra was sucking and licking Dawn's cunt, making her squirm. Meanwhile, Nikki was lapping Sandra's pussy, nibbling on her clit. Tammy was rubbing Sandra's tits, kneading them with her small hands. Sandra's nipples were hard as gemstone, standing proud. Nikki pushed two fingers into her mother's slit, and started fucking them in and out in a frenzy. Dawn reached down and started rubbing Tammy's slit, so she wouldn't feel left out. They'd been going at it for quite a while, and everyone was about ready to pop. The pace quickened rapidly. Dawn pulled Nikki around and started eating her out. Tammy now had three sets of tits to rub, and was bucking on Dawn's hand. The whole scene was very erotic, and Ron's dick was straining at his pants. Suddenly, as if somebody threw a switch, or as if someone was directing and had just said, "Come!", all four females started orgasming at once. Ron didn't realize that he had unknowingly installed an urge in each of them to come with their partner. He'd read the stories, and he believed that this was the way it was supposed to be the best. Like his original skill at getting people to agree with him, this was one command he didn't have to consciously program; it just came naturally. As the scene settled down, and it looked like they were all spent, Ron decided it was time to go. But, before he went, he wanted to give them all a little gift. He didn't want to frighten them, so he had to think a bit. Then he decided. He formed his extension into something that would feel to them like a warm wind, and moved it across each of them. Each of them in turn shivered with the pleasure of it, and then Ron departed. Ron made his way out of the house the same way he'd come in, and started back up out of the map. As he reached city level, however, his mind reeled. Ron was barraged with a searing pain that consumed his mind. He put up a mental shield to block it, and that stopped it, but not before the pain had flung him physically to the floor. Ron pulled out quickly, and opened his eyes to see James standing over him, concerned. "Ron! What the hell happened?" "I-I don't know. I was starting to come out of the map, and then all of a sudden, it was like my brain was on fire. I threw up a shield, and that stopped most of the pain, but I could still feel it." "That's not good news. You'll learn in time how to keep a minimal shield up at all times. What you felt was the presence of another psionic, and this one doesn't sound pleasant. Do you feel up to going back in?" "I think so, why?" "I need you to guide me. The fact that you felt a psionic's presence could be troubling news. Whenever you're ready." James helped him up and to a chair. "Okay. How do we go together?" "Just lead the way as if you were going alone. You might want to put up a shield now, to protect yourself." Ron did so, and entered into the map, with James right behind. Again, they got to city level when Ron cried out. It wasn't pain this time, but it would have been without the shield. James let them remain for a few moments, then instructed Ron to pull out. "Ron, this is really bad news. I found the psionic, and, while I can't read her totally, she is very evil. She's not a member of CAMP, apparently she turned us down when we offered. Therefore her power isn't tempered by education, but she is very strong. She is passing herself off as a witch. She has no demonic power as such, but that is what she is claiming her psionic ability is. The problem, and most likely why you felt her, is that her evil is being aimed at your family." "What? How? Why?" "Why I cannot know. How right now is simply an exploration of the family. Who is probably a better question than what. She was most likely hired to do something to the family. Would anyone want to hurt you or your family?" Ron didn't have to think for more than an instant. "Dad. That son of a bitch. James, what can we do?" "We have a couple of weeks, Ron. I can tell that she isn't ready to move yet. I don't know why that is, I just know it is. We're going to have to accelerate your learning, so we can prepare you to deal with this. As a CAMP official, this does not concern CAMP at all." "What do you mean? She could hurt my family..." "I know that, Ron, but listen carefully to my words. *As a CAMP official*, I can't do anything. Now, remember CAMP's one inviolable rule?" "Whenever a member asks another member for help, help must be rendered if possible." He was quoting directly from the manual. "That's right. You are a CAMP member. I am a CAMP member. As an official of CAMP, I cannot do anything, as this is not an issue that concerns CAMP directly." "But if I ask you for help..." "I am bound by the same rules you are." "Will you help me, James?" "I've got no choice, now. I have to help." James continued, "This is going to be rough, and I know you're going to have a hard time concentrating, but the next week or so is critical. You must learn the rest of what I have to teach you, and you must learn it well." "Yes, sir." Ron reverted to type when being lectured. "Very good. I will investigate further, and see what I can find out about this person. Right now, you should go back to your room. Rest up, but study as hard as you think you can without hitting overload. We'll beat this, together. Remember, CAMP members stand together. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 6===-- Chapter 6 Multiple Control Ron was bored. This did not come as a surprise to him; he knew he was going to be bored at this meeting. It was a week before the end of school, and Mrs. Hayes had decided that a meeting was needed to discuss Jessica's progress. Naturally, since he was her tutor, he was expected to be there. On the other hand, nobody had said much of anything to him since he sat down. He peeked over at Jess, and found her staring back at him. He leaned over and whispered to her. "Bored?" "Yes. I don't know what all the fuss is about. I mean, you just finally convinced me I needed to know this... stuff." She placed her hand on his knee, and he grew instantly hard. There was a look of strong desire on the girl's face, and Ron's heart mirrored the sentiment. She continued, "I wish we could have some fun right now..." Her face glossed as she began a daydream, and Ron started thinking. * Well, maybe we *can* have some fun. I've never tried controlling two people at once before, though. I wonder if it will work*. Ron stared at the two women, chatting away, and concentrated a bit. He sent them both an image, and he found it was ridiculously easy to do. *I wonder how many people I can affect at once?* The image he sent was a simple one, and it caused them to stop talking immediately. Mary Simmons brought her hand to rest on Mrs. Hayes', and placed her other hand between her legs. Mrs. Hayes was in a similar position, both women looking hungrily at the other. At this point, Jess noticed what was going on, and was about to say something, when Ron stopped her. "Jess, shh. You said you wanted to have some fun." "Well, yeah, but, I mean, what's..." She couldn't even form a question, so confused was her mind with what she saw. Mrs. Hayes was now leaning over, massaging Mary's tits. Mary was leaning back in her chair, moaning. "Oh, yes, Nancy, that's soooo good." Nancy (Mrs. Hayes) then started to unbutton Mary's blouse. Meanwhile, Ron had moved Jess onto his lap, and was undressing her slowly while watching the women. "What do you think, Jess?" He didn't really care, but he was curious what her answer would be. "I dunno, Ron. They shouldn't be doing that, should they?" "Why not?" "Well, they're both *girls*!" * Ah, work to do...* Ron implanted some new suggestions into Jessica's mind, and then he asked the question again. "What do you think, Jess?" "That's hot! I'd never thought of doing it with a girl before." "Want to?" Ron couldn't resist. "Yeah!" "Well, let's wait until they're ready." Ron and Jess continued watching, all the while Ron was softly rubbing Jessica's tits. By this time, Mary's blouse was on the floor, as was Nancy's sweater. Mary still had on a bra, but Nancy hadn't been wearing one. Her breasts were still as lovely as the first time he had seen them, and he longed to massage them, but he wanted to keep watching. Mary got up, and laid Nancy across her desk. Mary pulled off Nancy's skirt, and then undid her own pants. She reached over and started kneading Nancy's tits, and Nancy started moaning deeply. At this point, Ron figured it was time for Jess to join the fun. "Okay, Jess. Go join in." Jess finished undressing, and walked over to the other ladies. She was unsure of what to do, so Ron sent her the same image he'd sent the two women. Now he was in control of three females, all at once. The very idea of controlling three people at once was exciting him almost as much as the scene before him. Jess had crawled up on the desk and straddled Nancy's face, rubbing her pussy down into Mrs. Hayes' mouth. Nancy started licking furiously, getting Jess' cunt all wet. Meanwhile, Mary had removed the rest of her clothing, and Ron studied her intently for a moment. Mary Simmons was 5'4" tall, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Her tits were large, and sagged just slightly. Ron was interested to notice that the hair around her pussy had been neatly trimmed into a diamond shape. *I wonder why she does that?* She had a beautiful ass, and long, shapely legs. Her body was tanned all over, without tan lines, and Ron trembled just thinking of her lying out in the hot sun, nude. Mary started to finger-fuck Nancy, and rubbed her clit with her other hand. Jess was really starting to writhe, and she reached down to play with Nancy's tits. The scene was exhilarating for Ron, an absolute dream. Here he was, three great-looking ladies giving him the sex show of a lifetime. There was just one problem: it was making Ron unbelievably horny. He decided it was time for him to join in, but he wasn't sure who he wanted. *Wait. I haven't had sex with Mrs. Simmons... I mean Mary, yet. And she is the most accessible.* That decision made, Ron disrobed quickly and walked up behind her. By now she was sucking on Nancy's clit, and not aware of anything else around her. That would soon change. Ron bent down to look at her pussy. In the past weeks, he had acquired a real fascination with pussies. He loved everything about them. Seeing them, touching them, kissing them, licking them, the whole thing turned him on no end. The fact that the *women* seemed to enjoy his attentions didn't hurt matters, either. Ron was, in essence, a nice guy, and he had always liked making people happy. His examination over, he reached in and started licking Mary's slit up and down, slowly, lightly, just enough for her to feel it. Her head shot up in an instant, to see who was behind her. Upon seeing Ron looking back up at her, she smiled, and went back to work. So did Ron. He had gotten her very wet, and he figured she was ready to come at any moment. He knew he wouldn't last long the first time, so he wanted her to be close, at least. He stood up, and aligned himself with her hole. Ron pressed in, slowly at first, to get used to the new sensation. Mary groaned and pushed back at him, encouraging him with her body. Ron grabbed her hips, and started pummeling in and out. Mary was doing her best to keep up her assault on Nancy's pussy, but it was becoming difficult. Jessica, seeing Mary's dilemma, took over eating out Nancy. Nancy was sucking on Jess' clit, and teasing her asshole with her thumb. Ron came quickly, but his hot jism splashing around in her pussy sent Mary over the edge, and she came, thrashing around hard enough that she almost sent Ron flying. He held on for the ride, enjoying every second of it, as her pussy was undulating up and down his cock, squeezing everything he had out. As Ron was coming down, he looked over to see Nancy thrashing underneath Jess, who was in the midst of her own orgasm. Ron slipped out of Mary, who was exhausted, and stepped over to Jess. He lifted her head up so he could see her face and said, "Was that enough, or do you want more?" "I don't think I could handle anymore right now!" "I could." said Nancy. "Well, Mrs. Hayes, we want everyone to leave happy. Jess, climb down. I'll have to handle this myself." Jess got off of Nancy, and Ron helped Nancy up off the desk. Ron wondered how he should oblige his teacher, and then just decided to let her decide. "What shall it be, Mrs. Hayes?" "Buttfuck me, Ron. Do it now." The request surprised Ron, but also made him hard as iron. Nancy bent over her desk, and Ron had to stifle a giggle. This was the exact position he had taken her in the first time. Ron placed the head of his dick at her asshole, and pressed in. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God that feels good." Nancy was pressing back into Ron, trying to help the process along. Soon, Ron was fully into her, and then he started a slow rhythm. *You know, I can't possibly think of stuff that's as much fun as these guys come up with by themselves.* As Nancy's rectum loosened, Ron's pace quickened, and soon he and she were bucking around on her desk like wild horses. Ron was sure she was ready to come, and, sure enough, she let out a low scream and tensed her entire body. The pressure she exerted on Ron's cock was exquisite, but it wasn't quite enough to make him come. He pulled out of her, and she dropped to the desktop. "Jess, come here." Jess walked over and stood beside him. He sat down on Mrs. Hayes' chair and said, "Suck me." "Ron, you were just in her..." She couldn't bring herself to say it. Ron understood her feelings, but just then he didn't care. He decided to try a little experiment, though. Without using any mental power, he exclaimed, "Suck me, slave!" In his best "master" voice. Immediately, Jess fell to her knees and started licking his cock. While he expected to see a disgusted look on her face, what he saw was... peace. *Huh? I'll have to look into that later.* Meanwhile, her licks and kisses were driving him wild. Then she took his cock into her mouth and began to suck him in. He felt the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. She kept going until her lips met his balls. *How in the hell can she do that?* The sensation was terrific. She began stroking in and out, taking him the whole length every time. Ron knew it wouldn't be long before he came this way. Just to give his hands something to do, he reached down and played with Jess' breasts. He could see that both of her hands were busy further down her body. Suddenly, he felt the welling up in his balls that told him he was about to come. He took one hand and gently but firmly held her head down on his shaft. Then he poured his seed down her throat. As he was doing so, she began spasming beneath him in her own orgasm. This sent additional vibrations through his cock that just made him squirt more. Finally, they finished up, and they were spent. Ron came down first, and looked up to see two ladies, confused, dazed, and, after watching what they'd just seen, probably very horny. *Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about that right now. But I do have work to do here.* "Mary? Mrs. Hayes? We need to talk." "Yes, I think we do, Ron." said Mrs. Hayes. "What happened here? And why am I not really upset with you two?" "Because I am in control here. I have been controlling you two for quite a while now. You will not be able to discuss any of this in the presence of anyone not already aware of my ability to do this. Do you understand?" He received two nods. "Good. Now then, Mary, was there any trouble with your husband about sending Jess to CAMP?" "No, Ron. None at all. As a matter of fact, I think he's looking forward to having the house for just the two of us, if you know what I mean." Now, normally, a thirteen-year-old *wouldn't* know what she meant. But Ron, being the individual he was, understood perfectly. "Yes, I do. Now then, Mrs. Hayes, and your name is Nancy, correct?" "Yes, Ron, but please don't call me that in class." "I won't, but not 'cause you don't want me to, but because everyone would wonder why. Anyhow, how is your relationship with your husband?" "I haven't been married for five years. I kept his name for convenience, that's all." She struggled to try to not tell him these things, things he had no right to know, after all, but she just couldn't resist. Ron, on the other hand, already knew this fact. He was just checking to make sure that his "walk through her mind" as he called it, had yielded accurate information. "Good. From now on, you will not date. You will only have sex with me, and whoever I say. You will do whatever you have to in order to keep me safe and out of danger. You will always tell me the truth, and you will keep no secrets from me..." Ron went on with the litany he'd developed, programming Nancy with just the basics, except for the part about dating, which he had added just recently. Next, he turned to Mary, and, with a few modifications to make sure her husband was looked after, gave her the same instructions. Ron didn't really know Mr. Simmons, but he didn't figure the guy was too bad, since both Mary and Jess genuinely had affection for him. So, Ron wouldn't use Mary much, but he made sure she was always willing and eager whenever Mr. Simmons was. These things done, it was time to go home. Jess kissed Ron goodbye, and then the other ladies followed suit. Ron was really starting to enjoy life. He walked home whistling a tune. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Ron's rate of learning had slowed somewhat. He wasn't discovering some new power every other day. Now, it seemed he was learning something new once a week. Today, he was going to try to refine something he'd picked up on at yesterday's meeting. * Well, let's see. I managed to control three people yesterday, but what if I wanted to control a whole bunch of people? How would I do that?* Ron thought for a while, and decided to try an experiment. He was in English class, and the teacher was going over boring information about prepositions. Ron thought to himself, *Now, what do I want to make everyone do? *He thought of having them all undress, but that was too risky.* Let's see... Oh! I know!* The air conditioning system in the school had been acting up for days. It always seemed to be too cold. Ron decided to see if he could make everyone feel like they were freezing. He focused his attention, then kind of "spread" the effect to all corners of the room. "And all these are prepositions... My word, it's getting colder in here." The teacher was the first to say anything, though the girls around him in skirts were shivering now. * YES! Now, what else? Oh, yeah, what if someone new comes in? How will they react?* Ron sent a command to the teacher. "Donna, go get Mr. MacGruder. Tell him to come in here so he can feel how cold it is. Quickly." Donna left the room, and Ron wondered if she was warming up. He could have checked her mind, but he didn't think he could hold the freeze command if he did. Donna returned shortly with Mr. MacGruder. As soon as he walked in, he hugged himself. The temperature had dropped markedly from the hallway temperature. "Jesus. It IS cold in here. Alright, Mrs. McMonagle, you've convinced me. I'll get the technician out as soon as possible." Mrs. McMonagle was shivering badly now. "Th-that's f-fine, Mr. M-M-MacG-Gruder, but w-what do I d-do right n-now?" Ron figured it was time to let the class warm up. He let go of the command. Nothing happened. *Uh-oh. Now what do I do? Let's look at this for a sec... Yep, still there. How come it didn't go away? How do I* make* it go away?* Just then, Ron noticed that, in his mind, the command looked like a thin film, stretched tightly over the real world. He imagined a big pin, and took the pin and popped his command. Immediately, the room seemed warmer. "Well, Mrs. McMonagle, it seems as though the air has shut off for now. I'll go turn the system off, and call the repair people right away." "Thank you Mr. MacGruder." * Yes, Mr. MacGruder. Thank you. Thank you for not fixing it before I could run this test.* All sorts of possibilities were popping into Ron's little mind, and he knew he would indulge at least some of them. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The next night was Friday, and it was the night of the high school dances. There was the senior prom, the junior prom, and, a new tradition this year, the Sophomore Hop. While the proms were held at local banquet halls, the Sophomores had taken over the school gym. Dawn had been instrumental in getting the Sophomores their own end-of-year dance, and she was going all out to look good at the dance. She was going alone, as no one had convinced her to go with them. Ron felt slightly ashamed of himself, but he was becoming overly protective of his family, and he couldn't bear to think of anyone doing with Dawn what he had been doing. She didn't mind, but only because Ron told her that she didn't mind. Otherwise, she would have been bawling her eyes out to be going alone. Dawn came downstairs after dinner wearing her dress, and Ron stared in wonder. It was a white gown that came down below her knees with a neckline that plunged just short of actually showing cleavage. She had done up her hair, applied just a hint of makeup, and perfumed herself with just a hint of scent. She was wearing medium-high heels, and a small gold chain necklace. At the very sight of her, Ron fell in love. Somehow, she looked more alluring, more sexy, more *beautiful* to him right now, than she had even with nothing on. Dawn noticed his attention, and smiled. "Do you like it, Ron?" His opinion was now very important to her. "Oh, yeah! You look great, Dawn!" Dawn blushed. "Thanks, little brother, I-" Just then the phone rang, and Dawn answered it. "Hello? Oh, hi, Mr. Peterson... Oh, no! what're we gonna... wait a second. Mr. Peterson? Can you hang on for a minute? Yes, sir. I'll be right back." Dawn set the phone down, and walked over to Ron, pleading in her eyes. "Ron? Could you *please* do me a really big favor?" "What is it, Dawn?" "You know Jack, the guy who was supposed to run sound for us tonight? He's come down with appendicitis. He's in the hospital. Now we don't have anyone who can run the sound for us. I know you can do it, you used to do it for that little theater group of Mom's... would you do it, Ron? For me? Please?" She was begging, and Ron knew she was utterly sincere. Ron didn't want to spoil her evening. There were tears in her eyes. Ron reached over and gently wiped them dry. "Of course I'll do it, Dawn. I don't want your night to be ruined." He reached over and gave her a soft kiss. She hugged him fiercely, but then stood up and went back to the phone. "Mr. Peterson? Sir, I've got us a replacement... Do you remember my younger brother, Ron?... Yes, sir. He's had experience with that sort of equipment before... I know normally you wouldn't want an eighth grader around... No sir, I don't think we have much of a choice. Okay. We'll be there a little early so he can look it over. Thank you, Mr. Peterson. Goodbye." She turned to Ron. "Mr. Peterson says 'Thank you'. We should get going so you can look at their sound stuff." "Okay. Should I change, or something?" Ron didn't know what to wear as sound man to a dance. "Nah, no need. Nobody'll see you there anyway. Thanks, Ron. I really appreciate this." "No problem, Sis. I'll go let Mom know she'll be taking me, too." ----- The sound equipment turned out to be no problem. It was almost identical to what he was already used to. Ron spent the time before the dance wandering the halls of the high school. *In another year, this'll be my school, and Dawn will be a senior. I hope she won't be too hurt to go to the Senior Prom by herself. I'll have to find a way to make it up to her.* Ron's wanderings took him past the restrooms. Seeing no one around, he wandered into the girls' restroom. *I've never been in here before. Funny, it doesn't look much different from the boys'. No urinals, but girls don't use those.* Ron's mind was working overtime as he left the restroom. He felt that this might be a good place to put his newly discovered talents to good use. Ron had manipulated every class today, learning the limits of his "broadcast" ability. He'd learned what commands would and wouldn't work in broadcast mode. Or, more accurately, what *types* of commands. He felt he was ready to try something more risky. Ron still worried about being caught; he knew he could make people forget things he did, but still, he couldn't overcome thirteen years of training that said some things you just don't do. Ron returned to the gym and set up the sound system. Really, he was only needed for the first part of the gathering, while people were speaking and some presentations were made. Once the dance started, the sound level would be set and left. The volume would be dictated by the song. Ron sat through all the boring garbage, making sure mikes were on and sound levels were proper. Since he was used to this, everything went flawlessly. Which was a good thing, since the last thing he wanted was to be embarrassed in front of a bunch of fifteen-year-olds. One nice thing about his power was that he couldn't be surprised by changes in the agenda. He knew what they were before the emcee had a chance to announce them. Ron was on top of it all; the emcee thought he was a genius. ----- Once the dance began, Ron wandered around the edge of the room. Looking at the crowd, Ron saw lots of pretty girls. Girls he wouldn't mind getting to know better. Of course, some of these pretty girls were dancing with really big guys, but Ron didn't concern himself with that. They were not a problem for him. Besides, it was mostly a daydream: something he'd never bother fulfilling. It was just something to pass the time. He had been briefly interrupted when his sister had brought Mr. Peterson, the teachers and the planning committee over to thank him, but mostly he was ignored. As he had expected, and fervently hoped. Ron slipped out into the hallway, and headed toward the restroom. Passing by, he heard girls in there, talking. Ron stepped inside the boys' room, and concentrated. He formed a mental image of the girls' restroom, then formed his command on top of that. Tonight's command was similar to one he'd used on his mother, but with a twist. No one in the room would be able to see, hear, or even feel him. He stabilized the command, and stepped back into the hallway. With a few quick looks to make sure no one could see him, he hurried into the girls' room. ----- Inside, two girls were talking and freshening their makeup. They were both dressed nicely, and they had pretty good bodies, too. Ron lifted both their skirts, and placed his hand on each one's pussy. This thrilled Ron. Here he was, touching the pussy of girls that he not only had just met, but didn't even know! Eventually, those two girls left, and Ron stood around and waited. By and by, a girl came in, and Ron knew he'd found his target. She was an Asian girl, with typically Asian features. With one glaring exception: she had vivid, deep blue eyes. Ron almost got lost in those eyes, until she bumped against him to look in the mirror. As she did so, her breasts rubbed against his arm. He looked down to see an absolutely perfect set of tits. Just slightly more than a handful, perfectly shaped, and mouth-watering. Ron knew he had to have this girl. Ron made a few modifications to his broadcast command, so that no one could now see or hear either of them. Ron removed her from the command's grip, but before she could do anything, he re-established control over her. He had her stand motionless while he removed her dress carefully. He didn't want it to get ripped or anything, that would be too noticeable. He pulled her into a stall, and hung the dress on the hook on the door. She had not been wearing a bra, and so was now only clad in panties. Ron delved into her cleavage with his tongue, lapping up the scent he found there. He twirled each nipple with his tongue, and she mewled in pleasure. Ron looked up and asked, "What's your name?" It just seemed absurd to him that he fuck a girl whose name he didn't know. "Kumiko. My friends call me Miko." "Very good, Miko." Ron resumed his sucking until he felt he'd had enough. He sat on the toilet and looked at her momentarily, absorbing every inch of her body into his mind. Then he reached out and pulled her panties down. He took these and placed them in his pocket. Then he pulled her to him. He breathed in her woman scent, and then tasted her juice. *Strange, she's already wet. Usually when I do it this way, I have to work harder. Not that I mind...* Ron decided to abbreviate his performance, and get right to it. "Miko, remove my clothes." Ron stood to make her job easier. She slowly removed each article of clothing, folding it neatly and setting it in a pile on the floor. Ron returned to his seat, and motioned Miko to sit in his lap. As she did so, he positioned his cock so that it would penetrate as she sat down. Now, she was sitting in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her. The look on her face was one of joy. Ron realized this was going to be a nice, slow session, but he had one concern. "Miko, did you come with someone?" "Yes. His name is Rick. I don't like him, though. He is not gentle." * Why is she volunteering information? Normally this is like pulling teeth without a lot of prep work. Oh, well. I'll just go with it, I guess.* He should have seen the similarity, but his mind was in a bit of a haze at the time. Ron found Rick mentally, and gave him a couple commands so that he wouldn't notice how long Miko was gone, would not act surprised when people asked about her absence, and would not attempt anything with her after the dance. If she felt he wasn't gentle, he didn't want the bastard to have any part of her. Then he returned to Miko. She had been grinding little circles in his lap while he was busy, and it was driving him crazy. He had her start raising herself up and lowering herself on his cock at an almost maddeningly slow pace. Her pussy was velvety, and hot. Ron was embracing the sensation. He tried to feel something new with each encounter. It was getting difficult to do that, but it gave him a goal to shoot for. Gradually, Miko built up speed until finally, she came with a deep soft moan, and went limp. This was different from most of his experiences, but he sat with her in his arms, completely slack. This was a little irritating, because he really needed to come. He thought about taking direct control of her body, but just then fortune smiled on him. His sister entered the bathroom. He quickly lifted Miko off of himself, and rested her on the toilet. Ron stepped out of the stall and up to his sister. He removed her from the command, and lifted her dress up. She wasn't wearing any panties. Ron liked her that way. "Ron! What are you doing?!" She was startled, but not panicked. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. She was already wet, just thinking about him doing things to her. "Dawn, I really need relief. My last partner quit on me." With that, he pressed himself into her, having noted her already aroused state. Lacking any finesse whatsoever at this point, he pounded away at his sister until he came. She didn't do so, but that wasn't the point, and they both knew it. Ron was nice enough to help her clean up, however. "Thank you, Dawn. You've been a big help." She gave him a kiss and a hug to let him know she hadn't minded, finished her business in the restroom, and left. Meanwhile, Ron was cleaning up Miko, who was finally starting to snap to. Ron had dressed, and had wiped her body clean of fluids. He didn't really understand why he bothered. He knew he didn't have to, he could have made her do it, but he just enjoyed it so much, the touching, the caresses. Even while she was unconscious, he had enjoyed touching her skin. Ron realized he must just be addicted to women and all their many parts. *Well, there are worse addictions...* The rest of the dance was pretty dull. However, Ron made it up to Dawn after they got home. She went to bed happy and sated. Ron went to his mother's room, where he slept now, to find her awake. "Did you enjoy the dance?" his mother asked. "It was okay. It had its moments." Did it ever! "How was Dawn?" "Oh, I think she's fine. She seemed to be okay most of the night." "That's good. It's nice that you and your sisters are getting along so much better now. It makes for a happier house to come home to. With a boss like mine, that makes work more bearable." "She getting on you again? Heck, you do most of her work now as it is." "Well, she just doesn't see it that way. I feel so tense and stressed." Ron reached up to rub his mother's shoulders, as she was facing away from him. "I know a cure for that..." His mother smiled as he reached around and caressed her breasts. "You still have some left for me, even after Dawn?" * If you only knew...* "I'm always ready to make you happy, Mom." And with that, another slow session of love-making began... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The weeks went by and the time approached for Ron to head to CAMP. Only one troubling event occurred during this time. "Ron?" "Yeah Mom?" He'd been reading a book on biology. "I think we have a problem. Your sister is feeling sick in the mornings." * Uh-oh.* Even Ron knew what 'morning sickness' meant. *Pregnant*. "What do we do, Mom?" "Well, I've called Dr. Brown. She's my gynecologist. She can see us today. We need to go now. I suppose you should come too." "Yes, I think that would be a good idea." Ron thought the doc might need some programming of her own if she found out who's child it was. *How could it have happened? We've always used protection... Oh, shit! Not always. Not the night of the dance. Neither of us even thought of it.* They arrived at the doctor's office, and the doctor came in. Upon seeing Ron, she looked at Sandra and said, "He should wait outside." "No, doctor. Ron needs to be here. He is helping to keep the family functional. He needs to know what is said here." "But, Mrs. Chaffey, I'll need to examine your daughter..." "She hasn't got anything he hasn't seen already." The doctor found this hard to believe, but was willing to cooperate for now. "Okay... Dawn, please remove your clothes." * Funny. That's how this whole thing started. With Dawn taking off her clothes.* The doctor did her exam, and took a blood test. They had a lab on site, and she had the results of everything back very quickly. "Well, young lady, it would indeed appear that you are pregnant. Now, you have to decide if you want to keep it or not." "She's going to keep it." This was Ron. His answer and his tone evoked a strong reaction in the doctor. "Listen here, you little pig. That is her decision to make, not yours. It was probably some bastard like yourself that got her into this condition. You have no right to make that judgment for her. You just keep you mouth shut from -" Ron reached up and slapped her. The doctor staggered back as Ron stood up. Ron was now as pissed as he had ever been at his father, and then some. "Listen to me, you stupid bitch, don't ever say that I don't care about my sister, or what happens to her. For your information, it happens to be *my* baby she's carrying!" The doctor paled at this, but Ron carried on. "As for making the decision for her, she would have asked me what to do anyway. I saved her the trouble. Now then..." at this point, Ron looked deep into her eyes, and her face took on a familiar blank expression. Ron knew he had to calm himself now: A mistake here could be costly. "You will never reveal any of what you have learned about our family. You will not disclose the nature of her pregnancy. You will treat her with respect, and me also. From now on, you may only refer to me as 'sir' unless I otherwise tell you." Ron carried on for a bit, entering commands almost as one would type into a computer. When he was finished, he sat down. "Well, young lady? Your brother has spoken. Do you agree with him?" "We'll keep the baby." Dawn looked over at him, a question in her eyes. The love she saw returned in his was reassuring. She reached out to him, and he took her hand. They sat that way through the rest of the doctor's visit. On the ride home, his mother questioned him. "It's your decision, Ron, but why do you want the baby?" "It's okay, Mom, he's right, we should-" Ron silenced his sister with a touch. "Mom, I don't believe in abortions. I think they're a waste of human life. It was an accident, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. You and I haven't been using protection, ya know." "I know, Ron. Eventually, you will get me pregnant, too. Do you want that?" "I don't know. But, if it happens, I don't want you to have an abortion." "Okay, Ron. Dawn, honey, are you sure you're okay?" Dawn had been awfully quiet during this exchange. Dawn tried to decide whether she was okay or not. She snuggled closer to Ron, and he took her hand again. He still had that same look in his eyes, and then she knew. "Yeah Mom, I'm okay. Ron will take care of things." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Finally, the day had arrived. June 14th, the day Ron was to leave for CAMP. Mr. McGavin was already there, and now they were waiting on Jessica. Sandra brought in a tray of hors d' oeuvres and set them on a table. This reminded Mike of something. "Say, Ron, how'd your project go?" Without a word, Ron reached out and rested his hand on his mother's ass cheek. She smiled and turned to him, then sat next to him on the couch. She kissed him, softly, then sensuously, and finally with much passion. They broke the kiss, and she whispered to Ron, "I'm going to miss you." Ron removed his hand from where it rested on her breast and said, "I'm going to miss you too, Mom. But it'll only be eight weeks." Ron looked over at Mike, and asked, "Well? What do you think?" "I think that I'll label that a successful completion. I don't even think I want to know-" Just then the doorbell rang. Sandra went to get it, and returned with Jessica and her father. Jessica walked over to Ron and gave him a hug and a quick kiss, since her father was in the room. "Hi, Jess." Ron stood up to greet her father. "Hello, Mr. Simmons." "Hello, Ron. Can you and I speak briefly? In private?" "I guess. How long do we have, Mike?" "Take as long as you need. The plane ain't leaving without us. Come on, Jessica, let's go get your suitcase into my car." While the two of them went outside, Sandra retreated to the kitchen. "What can I do for you, Mr. Simmons?" "Ron, I need to know what happened at that meeting a few weeks ago." "Which meeting, sir?" "The one with you and Jessica's teacher and my wife." * What does he know, and how will he react?* "I'm not sure I understand, sir." Up until this point, Mr. Simmons' face had held a dour expression. Now it broke into a wide grin. "Oh, yes you do. I can see it in your face. You're not a real good liar, son. Look, I gather something really weird went on at that meeting, because my wife has...changed. She's more...attentive to my...needs, do you understand?" Of course he understood. After all, he'd implanted the command. However, he wanted to see exactly what Mr. Simmons thought had happened. "Well, I think so, sir, but why do you think something happened at the meeting?" "Because it all started then. I can't tell you about it without getting somewhat vulgar, son, but somehow I think you've heard it all. That night was the first time we'd made love in six months, and that night we did it *twice*! Since then, she has not refused my advances even once. That is very unusual for her. Normally, she has 'a headache' when I'm interested in... well, you know. I *know* you know. Now, you know *I* know. What I want to know is, how'd you do it?" Ron could tell the guy was pleased as punch. He decided to let him have just a little of the truth. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." "Okay, I'll buy that. Tell me this: How long will it last?" "Forever, or until I change it." "God, no! Don't change it! How can I keep you from changing it?" Ron saw a golden opportunity here. "Well, what's it worth to you?" "Anything! Everything! Whatever you want, I'll get." "What I want is your daughter." "What? I don't understand." "Look, Jess has been... influenced in some of the same ways that your wife has. Jess has said that she wants to be my slave." "What do you mean, slave? You mean a 'do anything you tell her to' slave, or what? "That's right. She has agreed to let me run her life. However, the problem is that most of the time, we are not together. This is a problem, and it makes her unhappy. I don't want to have an unhappy slave, it makes my life harder. That is, by the way, why she is going to CAMP with me. It wouldn't be good for her to be away from me for eight weeks." "Well, how can we solve that problem?" "The easiest way is for her to move in here. We could work out the lawyer-type stuff in a way that makes everyone happy, but she needs to live with me." "Well, gee, that would leave the house empty for just Mary and me... Ron, I think we can come to some sort of arrangement." "Thank you, Mr. Simmons. I thought you'd see it my way." "Ron, I think you can call me Bill. You and I are gonna be good friends." "Thanks, Bill. Well, I've got to go. CAMP is calling." * Well, there's one problem solved. Now, let's go learn something* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 17===-- Chapter 17 Development They had another week together, working on the audio program, before Michelle had to return to high school. She wasn't ready to skip through those grades, and Ron didn't want her to be shortchanged on her education, so they both said their good-byes. Although they would see each other on weekends, they would both probably be too busy during the week for any encounters. Before she left, they had gotten the timing for the audio program down to a fifteen minute total. Ron spent much time on his own trying to figure how to reduce it even further. Eventually, after about six weeks, Ron got it down to four one-minute segments. He was quite pleased with himself, for almost a whole day. Then the world came crashing down on his project. Reality sank in when Ron tried to broadcast his signals to a neighboring house. The signals he sent should have been quite obvious, and should have resulted in a rather spectacular sight for Ron. However, the young lady next door listening to the radio wasn't affected at all. Two more experiments with different people confirmed that it wasn't the individual. The signal didn't work if it didn't have the proper audio equipment to transmit it. ----- Ron was wandering through the house, mumbling to himself one afternoon, when he came upon an argument in progress. "You just stay away from him, Tammy!" shouted Nicole. "Why should I? Just because you say so?" retorted Tammy. "Hey, I saw him first!" "Big deal! He likes me better than you!" Kumiko tried to intervene. "Come on, girls. Let's not fight over such trivial things as boys. You don't want Master Ron to hear you, do you?" "Screw Ron! This is about Kevin!" pouted Nicole. "While it sounds like a fun idea, Nikki, I don't think I'm up to it right now." Ron startled all of them; they had not noticed his presence in the room. "Who's Kevin?" "He's only like THE cutest boy in school. And Tammy's trying to steal him from me!" The look in her eyes pleaded with him to do something. "Hey! Not fair getting your brother involved!" whined Tammy. "Enough. I don't have time for this shit. Get this worked out amongst yourselves. Don't make me have to deal with this, because you won't like it." With that, he motioned Kumiko out of the room, and left. They could hear the argument resume behind them. "Yes, Master? What may I do for you today?" "Kumiko, are you feeling alright? You look very pale." "Actually, Master Ron, I have not been feeling well lately. I've been sick to my stomach a lot, and I can't seem to get any energy." "Well, call Dr. Brown and have her come out and look at you. If you're not comfortable talking to her, have Mom call. Okay?" She nodded, and he gave her a peck on the cheek before moving off, returning to his mumblings about audio circuits and speaker fidelity. ----- Dr. Brown showed Ron her usual disdain for him, until he got within ten feet of her. Then, the programming he had placed in her mind kicked in. Instantly, her body was tingling. She had trouble concentrating on her duties, so aroused was her entire nervous system. Seeing this, Ron left the room to leave her to her work. She began a basic examination of Kumiko. Meanwhile, she pondered to herself why she seemed to go ballistic every time Ron was near her. *I just can't understand it. I don't find him attractive, and this lifestyle he leads! It's positively repulsive!* When she had finished the exam, she called Ron back into the room, as requested. "The young lady is pregnant. I assume that you will be deciding whether or not to keep this one, as well?" Loathing dripped from her voice. Ron looked over at Kumiko. She simply bowed her head for a moment, and then nodded to Ron. "We'll keep this child, yes, Doctor." Ron crossed the room over to her. She backed away in disgust, until he reached out, grabbed her, and gave her a kiss full on the mouth. Immediately, her body was wracked with a mind-bending orgasm that made her so weak in the knees, she nearly fell. When Ron broke the kiss, she was short for breath. "All further visits will be in your office, Doctor." Ron kicked in his mental powers for the next part. "Every time you see Kumiko, it will remind you of the feelings you just had. It will make you very horny. You will not be able to touch Kumiko, but you will have sexual relations with the patient you see right after Kumiko. If that patient is accompanied by a companion, you will invite them to join in as well. Do you understand these instructions?" She nodded. "Very good. You may go now." As Dr. Brown was leaving, Ron went over and embraced Kumiko. "You're going to be a mom, Kumiko. I'm very happy." Kumiko beamed. ----- Ron really needed to talk to somebody. It was eleven o'clock at night, and most of the family was asleep already. He wandered the house until he found a light on. Linda was in the library, reading a book. She was wearing a thin nightshirt, light blue in color and lacy. She had her legs tucked under her, and her hair pulled into a pony tail. Altogether, the image was very sexy. Ron walked in and sat across from her. Then he waited for her to put her book down. "Something the matter, Ron?" she asked. "You could say that. You know I've been working on this project for a long time now." "Yes. Although I don't know what it's about, I know you have put a lot of time and effort into it. Enough so that some family members have grumbled about a lack of attention." She smiled at him in that special way she had. He moved over next to her and laid his head on her shoulder. "It won't work. In the lab, it works fine, but it won't work in the real world. I've wasted a couple of months' worth of effort." "Oh, Ron. I'm sorry. I sense that the project is important. I wish there was something I could do, but I don't know anything about that technical junk." "Well, my problems don't stop there." "What do you mean?" "Kumiko's pregnant." "Well! Congratulations, Pop!" "I don't know, Linda. It doesn't feel right." "What do you mean? Do you think the child isn't yours?" "No, nothing like that. There's just something about the situation that doesn't seem... I don't even know how to describe it. It's all very confusing. Really, I just wish I could stop thinking about it for awhile." "I think we can manage that," she replied. She pulled his face up to hers, and kissed him full on the lips. He responded with growing eagerness, as she pulled his shirt off of him. They broke the kiss to remove her nightshirt, leaving her completely naked. Ron rose to remove the rest of his clothing, and then pulled her up to him. They embraced warmly, and he kissed her face, and then her neck. In the library was a fake fur rug, very soft and plush. He set her down on it on her back, and stood back to admire her body. "You are a very beautiful woman, Linda. I just thought I should tell you that." "Thank you. Now come here and hold me." Ron fell to her side, and wrapped his arm around her waist. She turned her face towards him, and they continued their kissing. Ron slowly moved his hand up to one of her breasts. He gently kneaded it, caressing its entire surface. He paid special attention to her nipple, making it stand up in arousal. He moved over to the other breast and repeated the procedure. Ron broke their kiss, and began moving down her body, kissing and licking as he went. Ron suckled longingly at her tits, pulling them into his mouth as if he were a child. Before leaving them and moving onward, he gave each nipple a light nip, causing squeals of pleasure from Linda. Ron continued down her body, stopping off at her navel to run his tongue around the depression. Ron skipped over the rest of her body, and moved down to her feet. He first massaged each foot, getting Linda to relax, and making her body more supple. He kissed and sucked on her toes, taking each one into his mouth and running his tongue around it. He moved up to her ankle, kissing as he went. He massaged and kissed his way up her legs, switching legs often to get equal coverage. Linda was moaning softly throughout the process, living in pure heaven. Finally, he approached her pussy. Ron hesitated, teasing her, and then lightly brushed his tongue against her lips. She jumped, arching her back and thrusting her cunt down toward him. He moved back, not allowing any more contact. This was real torture, but he knew she loved it. He continued to use just a feather's touch, backing away when she spasmed, for several minutes. When he knew she could take little more, he sucked her clit into his mouth and began lashing it with his tongue. Immediately, she came with an intense orgasm, writhing and thrashing on the floor. Her screams were strangled, as she was trying not to wake the rest of the family. Ron continued his onslaught throughout her orgasm. Linda nearly passed out from the enjoyment of it. Finally, her body, after repeated orgasms, pulled back from the brink. Ron pulled his mouth off her clit, but was still gently running his fingers up and down her slit. "Oh, please, Ron! I need to be fucked silly after all that!" Ron considered her request for maybe a microsecond before deciding that she had, indeed, had enough torture and deserved a reward. Ron climbed up between her legs, and kissed her gingerly on the lips. As they parted from the kiss, he pressed his cock into her. She let a low growl escape her throat. He pressed all the way into her, until his pelvis met hers. They remained like that for a long time, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Finally, upon mutual agreement, they began a slow, sensual rhythm. Neither of them was in a hurry now; they wanted it to last as long as they could. As they stroked back and forth, they massaged each other, occasionally rolling over to let one or the other rest. Ron spent much time easing the tension in her legs, her neck, her back. As Ron sensed that Linda was ready, he began picking up the pace. Meanwhile, he stimulated a few nerve endings, and helped her make the climb toward climax. As they increased their thrashings, they both became more vocal. Her earlier cries would have been nothing compared to the combined din they were now creating. As they reached orgasm, both of them moaned loudly. After coming down, they lay side by side, still entwined, embracing each other tenderly. "Thank you, Linda. I really needed someone to lean on tonight." "I'll always be here for you, Ron. I'm just glad I could help." Ron pulled out of her, but they remained on the rug, embracing. They fell asleep, tired, but very satisfied. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Several weeks passed by before Ron had established a new plan. So engrossed was he in his studies that it had not occurred to him lately that he had not seen Michelle in some weeks. He vowed to look in on her at his earliest convenience, but that would be some time in coming. The new plan involved the visible spectrum rather than auditory stimulus. Many of the things he had figured out over the course of his research actually made the job simpler than it had been using strictly an audio signal. Ron spent many days writing, verifying, and debugging his source code. Finally, after a hundred straight hours of work, Nicole found him at his desk, asleep. She reached across him to turn off his computer, but he awoke abruptly. "Don't touch that!" he snapped. Nicole, startled, jumped back. "Sorry, Ron. You need to get some sleep, though. You look like shit." "Yeah, I suppose you're right, Nikki. Sorry for hollering at you." He reached over and gave her a hug. "Did you need something in specific?" "No, Mom just wondered where you were. You've been spending an awful lot of time in here, ya know." "This work is important. It's almost finished, I hope. I'll have to test it out, but, I think I'll get some more sleep first." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Ron had every intention of testing out his program on his new neighbor, but he had to straighten out some other issues first. "Hello? May I help... Oh, Ron! Hello! We haven't spoken in some time." Mrs. Donalli gestured for him to come in. "Hello, Mrs. Donalli. I'm looking for Michelle. Is she here?" "Well, of course not, dear. Why would she be here?" "This is her house, isn't it?" "Yes, of course it is." "Well? Doesn't it seem natural for her to be in her house?" Mrs. Donalli's expression was confused for a moment, but then she brightened. "Not at this time, no." Ron groaned to himself. "Look, do you know where she is?" "Not the slightest clue," Mrs. Donalli replied merrily. "Doesn't that worry you?" "No." Without breaking protocol, Ron was not able to scan her. However, even his basic senses could tell that this woman was not behaving normally. He conducted a basic medscan, which was allowed, and proved to himself that she was not drugged. *What the fuck is going on here?* "Well, Mrs. Donalli, if you see Michelle, would you please tell her that I am looking for her, and ask her to contact me?" "I'd be happy to, Ron, but I don't think I'll be seeing her anytime soon. I will post a note for her in her room, though. Please have a nice day." She escorted him out, and shut the door behind him. An intense scan of the house proved that Michelle was not present, or hiding nearby. Obviously, Michelle had gone, but Ron didn't know whether it was voluntarily or not. *I'll have to check in with the school. Maybe she's just not living at home anymore.* Just now, however, he had a promise to keep with his little sister. There was a sale at the mall, and he had promised to take her up there after band practice. He drove his new Ford Expedition over to the school. ----- "Why don't you just get the hell away from us, Kelly?" screamed Nicole. "Yeah!" echoed Tammy. "I'm gonna rip you both a new asshole for this!" Kelly and her gang of friends advanced on the two. Ron was rounding the corner just as the fight started. Mostly, he was irritated with his sister for getting into trouble. However, since she was outnumbered six to one, he felt he ought to intervene on her behalf. As it turned out, he didn't have time. Kelly, the leader, had knocked Nicole down, and was kicking her in her side. Two other girls were holding Tammy back, and a third was punching her in the gut. "This'll teach you to try to make it with guys we've picked for ourselves. You were warned. Now you pay the price." Ron had stepped out of his truck just as Kelly was hauling back for a heftier kick. Then, out of nowhere, came the loudest roar Ron had ever heard. Everyone froze, stunned by the noise. Ron turned to his left, and what he saw nearly made him faint. Standing not more than ten feet from him, and less than six feet from his sister, was the largest damned mountain lion he'd ever seen. But this one was white. Not albino, for it had green eyes, but its fur was purest white. It was staring rather hungrily at the girl Kelly. As the puma approached the group, they all tried to move back. Nicole, in pain and rolling on the ground, couldn't get away. Unfortunately, the cat was between her and Ron. The cat stood over Nicole, looking down at her for a moment. Then, turning toward the group, the cat crouched. It pulled back its lips and let out a blood curdling snarl, right before launching itself at the girls still holding Tammy. With this, the girls broke free and ran as fast as they could. Tammy slumped to her knees, unable to remain standing. The puma padded over to her and rubbed up against her, like a big house cat. Ron approached carefully, but the cat showed no sign of aggression. It sat down quietly between the two girls, and stared at him. Something about the cat's posture was somehow familiar to him, something so recognizable... ----- "Where am I?" Looking around, Ron saw not the schoolyard, but a misty venue, bathed in a soft pink light. In the distance stood a figure. No, it was walking toward him: soon it was upon him. It was... "Jessica!" "Hello, Master Ron. I hope my actions have pleased you." "Your... actions? You mean, bringing me here? Of course I'm glad to see you." "I am glad you are happy to see me, Master, but those were not the actions of which I spoke. I was referring to my intervention on Miss Nikki's behalf." "You mean...*you're* the mountain lion?" Ron was dumbstruck. "Yes, Master. I felt that you would want me to protect your sister. I hope I have not acted out of turn." "No! No, that's fine, Jess, but, um, where are we?" "This is my existence, Master. You are now on the plane of The Watchers." "I don't understand." "In this realm reside those of us who have passed from humanity, who, for one reason or another, cannot continue our journey until certain events come to pass. We can choose to explore the physical universe, or watch our loved ones back on Earth. I have chosen to spend my time watching you, Master." "You say you can't continue your journey. What's holding you up?" "My life is not my own, Master. I willingly gave my destiny over to you. As such, I am bound by the laws of the realm to wait for you. We will all be evaluated together." "Are you saying that whatever I do now, even after you're dead, could cause you to suffer punishment?" "No, Master, you misunderstand. The realm we reside in does not judge activities. We have been linked permanently by my actions. As such, upon your passing from the physical plane, we will be evaluated to see where we might best be utilized in the future. Your family will remain together, even after the passing." "Well, I guess that's good news. I mean, I don't really understand all this, Jess." "You need not understand it all, Master. It is. It will be. That is the way of things in this realm." "You said you were in the realm of The Watchers?" "The plane of The Watchers, Master. Please don't confuse the terms." "Sorry. Anyway, if they're just watchers, how come you intervened back on Earth?" "It is a rare case that allows for physical manifestation back on the physical plane. However, they have decided that, due to circumstances about which I know nothing, my presence would be a help to you. As it is part of their purpose to see to it that Earth progresses in positive directions, they have allowed for this intervention." "Can you stay with me? I mean, will you be there when I go back?" "I cannot return to Earth in human form. The lioness is the representation of my being. She will remain with you for as long as she is needed. You can speak to me, here, at any time she is with you. I cannot, however, communicate with you if my manifestation is not physically near you." Ron approached the girl before him. "Thank you, Jess. You can't know how much I've missed you." He reached out to her, but she stopped him with a gesture. "You could not face the reality of this manifestation. I will be there when you need me. Go now, and be well." ----- Ron blinked, and he was again back in the schoolyard. The lioness was still there, staring at him. Now, he recognized the posture. It was distinctly Jessica, the way she would cock her head to the left and just stare right through him. Remembering his duty, he moved to Nikki's side. "Nikki! Are you all right?" Nicole moaned and rolled over onto her back. She smiled weakly up at her brother. "Yeah, I guess so, Ron. Geez, I feel like I got run over by a truck." Suddenly, her eyes fell on the big cat, and she got frightened. Ron tried to comfort her. "Shhh. Don't worry, she won't hurt you. She saved your butt back there. C'mon, let's get you into the truck." Ron picked her up and carried her to the vehicle, while the lioness remained at Tammy's side. Ron returned to look Tammy over. As he bent down, he rubbed his hand alongside the puma's face. She rubbed up and down against his palm, uttering a deep, soft purr. "Tammy? You okay?" Ron gave her a mild shake, and she began to stir. "Wake up, Tammy, we gotta go." "Ron? Where am I? The last thing I remember was this big..." Just then she saw the cat, and screamed. The puma didn't move, but Ron grabbed Tammy so she wouldn't bolt. "Tammy! Stop! The cat saved your ass back there. She's not a problem, she won't hurt you. Now let's get you back to the house. Can you walk?" She responded in the affirmative, so he helped her to her feet. He walked her to the truck, with the puma following close behind them. He helped Tammy into the back seat, and then wondered how to deal with the puma. He bent down to rub its face again, and look into its eyes. "I sense that I'm not supposed to tell the others who you really are, so I have to treat you like an animal. Is the back of the truck okay with you?" In response, the cat walked past him, rubbing her body against his, and stood at the back of the truck, waiting to be let in. "I'll take that as a yes." He opened up the back of the truck, and she jumped in and lay down on the soft carpeting. Ron got in and headed for home. ----- The large cat was well accepted in the Chaffey household, largely because Ron made it clear that she was not leaving, period. "What do we call her, Ron?" asked Nicole. "Well, she reminds me so much of Jessica, I think I'd like to name her Jess." No one objected, and so the puma became another part of a very strange family. ----- The next day, Ron headed over to the high school to search for Michelle. The easiest thing for him to do was to head to the office. Upon entering the office, he paused, reminiscing over pleasant memories in this building. He took time to look around, enjoying his remembrances, until the secretary was finished with whatever she had been doing. "May I... Ron! Hey, great to see you! I hear you graduated early. Way to go. Are you attending the community college now?" "Hi, Ms. Mitchell. No, I got a job right out of school. A national company, I'm their computer specialist in public relations." This was, technically, true, and it sounded good. "Glad to hear it! So, what can we do for you today?" "I'm looking for a friend of mine, and she doesn't seem to be around anywhere. I was wondering if you could tell me what her class schedule is." "Now, Ron. You know that information is confidential. I can't just give that out to..." Ms. Mitchell was distracted by one of the young students who walked by, and into the back offices. Apparently, he was a student assistant to the principal, and quite clearly had no interest in Ms. Mitchell. "Now, Ms. Mitchell. I think I could make it worth your while." She caught the glimmer in his eyes, and guessed its meaning. "What did you have in mind?" she asked in a whisper. Ron responded in kind. "I saw how you looked at that guy. You've got the hots for him big time. But he probably doesn't know you exist, right?" She blushed a deep crimson, but said nothing. Not that words were needed. "I can get him to do anything to you that you want him to. Just give me the info I want, and he's all yours." Ms. Mitchell considered the proposition, but her libido won the argument. "Okay, what is this student's name?" "Michelle Donalli." He spelled it for her, and obtained her class schedule. "Records indicate, though, that she has not been in class for the last week and a half. Attempts to reach her parents have failed. Probably they moved away without telling us. Sorry, Ron, looks like you got dumped." Ms. Mitchell was sympathetic, but also getting very horny. Her eyes continued to dart toward the back room. "Oh, well. Life sucks for me. Oh, I guess I'd better live up to my part of the bargain. What's that guy's name?" "Darren." Ron headed into the back room, and had a few words with Darren. When he came out, he motioned Ms. Mitchell into the back room. She headed back, but stopped upon opening the door. She turned around and smiled at Ron. He looked past her to see Darren standing, completely nude, ready and waiting for her. "Have fun, Ms. Mitchell!" Ron called. She winked and gave a wave before darting into the room and closing the door. * Shit. Michelle's been gone for a week. Well, she IS a CAMP member, so I guess I should call in the cavalry on this one. I've got work to do at home, anyway.* Ron might have been more concerned about Michelle's whereabouts given the recent rash of psionic deaths, but his intuition was telling him that something about Michelle was not kosher. He couldn't yet put a finger on it, but he had a strong feeling that she was not in any danger. Still and all, she needed to be found, but he could leave that up to the specialists at CAMP. He had a project to finish, and a new target to acquire. ----- Ron returned home to a quiet house. Neither of his teacher friends were home from the high school yet, and Nikki and Tammy were also in class. Sandra was at work, though Ron still didn't understand why she insisted on working. Megan was up in her room, reading a book. She greeted him cordially, but she could tell he was not presently interested in her services, so she went back to her book. He found Kumiko and Jessica playing together in the back yard. He stood back and watched as Kumiko tossed a Frisbee, and Jess ran after it, catching it in her mouth just like a dog. It seemed strange to see a mountain lion playing catch, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. Without disturbing them, he returned to his lab to work on refining his project. He had been on the verge of a new breakthrough when he had been interrupted by real life. Now he set back to it with a vengeance. Four hours later, and he had verified it. He had built the most sophisticated psychological weapon known to man. If the military only knew... Thinking along those lines brought Ron to an inevitable conclusion about what CAMP might wish to do with his new program. Thinking that he might want a little insurance policy, he transferred this new program over to a DVD. Having done that, he put the disk in a secure location. CAMP wasn't going to get their hands on this program. It was way beyond what they had asked of him. As usual, Ron always delivered just a little extra. In this case, the "little extra" was terrifying, even to him. Having secured away his special program, Ron booted up the CAMP program into his notebook computer. It was just about time for the high school kids to be getting out, and so Ron went up to the second floor balcony to await the arrival of his target, one Clarissa J. Deneuve. ----- Miss Deneuve lived next door to the Chaffeys, which was some way down the block. Ron had set up a small spotting scope to watch her driveway. Of course, he could have just televiewed, but he found that tiring. While he waited for Clarissa, he went over his own plans in his mind. CAMP's reticence in telling him all he wanted to know about their present project concerned him a lot. He felt he needed to be ready with a backup plan, in case it turned out that CAMP's motives were not as clean as he had been led to believe. Ron had been watching for about ten minutes when a car pulled up to his neighbor's house. A man, whom Ron assumed to be Mr. Deneuve, walked briskly out of the house to meet the two surly looking gentlemen who had exited the vehicle. *I wonder who they are?* A quick scan gave him the answer. *Hired thugs. Leg breakers. I wonder just what my neighbor is involved with, and how can I use it to get my plans rolling?* Ron's backup plan required someone with contacts that he just didn't have. It required people who weren't worried about morality so long as there was money in it. It required... crooks. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost missed Clarissa's arrival home on the bus. He had completely missed the conversation between her father and the thugs, so he still didn't know what it was all about. He decided it could wait, though. He studied Clarissa as she walked to her house, head held high, and her walk was more of a strut. *Bitch.* Ron's first impression of her was that she felt she was too good for him, or just about anyone. He'd remedy that soon. He headed down to the lab to get his equipment. ----- One of the things Ron had done as soon as he knew who his next target was going to be, was to install some special equipment on their cable line. It wouldn't normally affect transmission, until he needed their attention. Then it allowed him to transmit his signal over every TV in their house. Ron reached out with his mind to find out where Clarissa was in her house. By now she had changed into more comfortable clothes, and was settling in to watch some television. *Perfect. Just wonderful timing.* Ron had long ago worked up the program he wanted to test. He ran a self-test first on the program, and then remotely on his in-line equipment. Everything checked out. One final check to make sure she was still watching, and... "Here we go!" ----- Clarissa was watching a rerun of 90210 when all of a sudden her screen went blank. "Aw, shit. Come on!" She reached for the remote, but then the screen was filled with a pattern of shifting colors, swirling, almost...hypnotic. Ten minutes later, she found herself standing outside the home of her next door neighbor. She'd met Ron once, and found him to be an intolerable bore. *What am I doing here?* Apparently, she had already rung the doorbell, since the door was now opening. There in the doorway was Ron, with a very strange expression on his face. "Come in." He invited. "What am I-" she began, but Ron interrupted her. "You are not to speak in my presence, slave!" Her immediate reaction was to slap him, but she couldn't raise a hand to him. Nor, she realized, could she now speak. *What the hell is going on here?* Ron led the girl through the house and down into his private area. This part of the house was off-limits to everyone else. Only Kumiko had ever ventured here, and she had been soundly punished for it. The duo walked into a large bedroom, filled with soft mats all over the floor. There was a single armchair, plush and comfortable. Ron walked over and sat in the chair, and admired Clarissa. She was a bit on the short side at 5'2" tall, but her body was perfectly proportioned, and her auburn hair fell nearly to her ass. Her brown eyes were piercing, though now they held a look of utter confusion. Her lips begged for contact, and Ron was soon going to give it to them. "Come here." She began to walk over to him in her usual stride. "Stop. From now on, in my presence you will walk with your hands folded in front of you, your eyes cast down, and you will take smaller steps." She proceeded toward him in this manner until she reached his side. "Strip." Clarissa pulled her T-shirt off over her head. Then she undid her jeans. She slipped them down off her legs and stepped out of them, taking her shoes and socks off at the same time. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. There was a moment's hesitation, and Ron began to worry, but then she continued, dropping the bra on the floor with the rest of her clothes. Her panties followed suit, and then she was completely nude. Ron now admired how well defined her muscles were, how fit she appeared. He ran his hand along her hip, eliciting a shiver from her. "Kneel." She knelt down at his side, awaiting his next order. He brought her face to his, and kissed her. According to her programming, she returned the kiss with vigor. Eventually, Ron broke off the kiss, and stood to remove his own clothes. Now bereft of apparel, he sat back in the chair, and motioned Clarissa to move between his legs. "Suck my dick." Her eyes gave a momentary flare of anger, but were then extinguished by the programming. She reached out her hand to take his semi-erect penis, and began stroking lightly, while her other hand fondled his balls. Soon Ron was fully hard, and she brought her mouth to the tip of his cock. She kissed the head of his cock softly, and then sucked him into her mouth. Slowly, she worked herself down his shaft, until he hit the back of her throat. She drew herself back, allowing his cock nearly to slip from her mouth, and then pulled him back in. She did not increase her pace, only maintaining this maddeningly slow rhythm. It was working, though, because Ron was quickly ready to come. He grabbed her head, and pushed his cock in as far as she would take it. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. When he was finished, he let her go. She immediately resumed her sucking, as she had not been given any other instructions. Ron let her continue until he had rehardened, and then had her stop. "Get down on all fours, bitch. I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are." Clarissa dropped to her hands and knees. Ron led her over to a soft mat, and placed a pillow under her head, and a cushion under her stomach. This raised her ass high in the air, making it a very inviting target. Ron moved behind her, and placed his dick at the entrance to her pussy. Just then, he had a thought, and he let go of his dick. It remained where it was while he pulled his hand back and up. Then he brought it down, hard, on her ass. It made a loud *smack!* and brought some brief pains to his hand. Obviously, it hurt her for far longer, because the red mark on her ass remained. He repeated this, over and over, until she was crying openly. Then, he plunged his cock deep into her. He met little resistance, as her programming had prepared her for fucking. Ron maintained a steady pace, ramming into her while she would grunt and moan. Occasionally, he'd give her another smack, and then the room would be pierced with another wail of pain. She was not used to such treatment; she had been a spoiled little brat, and this was a very rude introduction to the world of discipline. For half an hour, Ron pounded into her. Finally, as he was ready to explode, he pulled out and rolled her onto her back. He straddled her chest and grabbed her tits, wrapping them around his cock. They weren't quite big enough to fully engulf him, but they gave ample stimulation. He thrust himself in between her tits, gathering speed, until his cum spurted forth from his dick. Her face was covered with jism, and it ran into her ears as she lay there. Totally spent, Ron rolled off her and moved slowly to his feet. He headed off to the bathroom to clean himself up. He came back to get dressed, and found her still lying on the floor. "Get up, go to the bathroom, and clean yourself off. Get dressed, but do not put your panties back on. Return here when you are finished." Ron waited for her and pondered what to do about her father, and how he might get himself introduced to whomever had sent the thugs. When she returned, she appeared wholly presentable, and ready to return home. Ron led her out of the bedroom and out the house, picking up his computer, and a special disk, along the way. ----- When they walked into the Deneuve home, it was immediately obvious that Mrs. Deneuve was not what one would call a meticulous housekeeper. Not that the place was filthy, but it was far from tidy. Mrs. Deneuve spotted Ron almost immediately. "Who are you? Guests are not allowed in this home without warning. You know that, Clarissa-" "Shut up." Ron interrupted her with both a verbal and mental command. He saw Mr. Deneuve standing in the doorway to what appeared to be a den. He took on a very surprised look when, not only did Mrs. Deneuve not slap Ron, but she actually did as she was told. "Mr. Deneuve? You and I need to have a talk." "Very well, Mr.-?" He indicated that he did not know who Ron was. "Ron Chaffey, sir, your next door neighbor." "Ah. All right, Ron, come on in to the study." Mr. Deneuve led Ron into the study, and offered Ron a seat. He took it, and Mr. Deneuve sat across from him. "So, Ron, what is it that we need to discuss? I'd offer you something to drink, but I don't think Anne is going to be willing to get you something now." "I'm not thirsty anyway. Let me be very blunt sir: you have something I need, and I can provide you with something you want. I'm proposing a trade of services." Mr. Deneuve was taken quite aback by this forthright, though somewhat precocious, gentleman. "Well," he chuckled, "Put that way, how can I refuse?" "I'm quite serious. Let me ask you a question. I saw some hoods here today. Who were they?" As soon as he'd asked the question, he knew he'd come to the right man. Aside from his facial expressions, the man's thoughts were nearly telegraphing themselves. Mr. Deneuve declined to answer the question. "Mr. Deneuve, look: I know you must be in some kind of trouble, otherwise you wouldn't be getting visits from guys named Guido who have broken noses. My guess is that you owe someone money. I am in a position to help. Now, do you want to talk to me, or should I find someone else who has what I need?" Over the last couple of years, Ron had gained a great deal of confidence in himself and his ability to deal with things. Thus, he was much more effective in dealing with Mr. Deneuve than he had been in dealing with Bill Simmons. "All right. You're right, I owe money, big time. But I don't see how you can help." "Why don't you tell me about it?" "I own a small women's fashions boutique in the mall. It's been going strong for twelve years. Except for the last two, that is. Lately, I just haven't been able to make the profits that I used to. And well, Anne is, shall we say, somewhat demanding about her 'needs'. There was no way I could tell her that we had to sell the house, and so, I went to a loan shark." "How much are you into them for?" "Two hundred grand." "Damn! Is that all? I thought it was serious. Who is this loan shark? Is he affiliated with any big syndicate?" "The organization he belongs to runs this whole area, for a hundred miles all around." "Okay, here's the deal. What I need from you is a meeting with the big boss, or his representative. It's about business, profitable for everyone involved." "And what do I get in return?" "Two things: number one, I'll clear your debt with them. Number two, how would you like your wife to be a little bit nicer?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, she seems like a real bitch. How'd you like your own personal little playtoy? Or," Ron paused, considering the daughter, "maybe two?" ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===CAMP: Ron's Journey - Chapter 12===-- Chapter 12 New Students, New Games, New Troubles Life fell into a somewhat normal pattern for the next few months. Being in the new house finally started to feel normal. *At least,* Ron thought, *Now I can go swimming whenever I like.* Michelle was progressing nicely. She was developing more slowly than Ron had, but that was to be expected, or so James and Mike had both told him. She was still experimenting on her family, with the odd outing on a weekend with Ron. She'd mastered her defenses, which was good. Ron began wondering if it might not be a good idea to recommend to CAMP that their field reps do this kind of initial training as a matter of course. When she went to CAMP, Michelle would be much better prepared than he had been. Of course, Michelle had only been a passing love interest. While he and she had gotten together a couple of times since their initial encounter, he was trying to encourage her to establish relationships with "normal" people. Besides, he wasn't ready for a "normal" relationship just now. He was having too much fun being the boss. ----- At school, things fell into a pattern, also. A typical day saw him gliding through his subjects, never really paying attention, but absorbing the information even so. Every so often, Linda would wish for some "extracurricular activity," which he was happy to provide. He had already added her to his "roving follower" collection: not making any serious changes, just enough to protect her from other psionics. Why mess with a good thing? Today, however, marked the return of trouble. Apparently, over time, the football team had grown less afraid of him. Today, they wanted revenge. They weren't so cocky, however, that they didn't bring nearly the entire team. This time, though, they had made a rather major error. They had taken prisoners. Ron was confronted as he walked home from school. In the midst of the crowd, he saw both his sister, and Michelle. Apparently, she was too flustered to perform any useful tactics. "You may have beat us once, Chaffey, but now we're gonna turn you into mush. And then, we're gonna have some fun with your chickeys." This was Biff. Ron didn't back up, he didn't flinch, he just stared. "I'm going to give you guys only one chance at this. Let them both go, and leave me alone, or you're going to *wish* you'd ended up like Dale Jessup." The crowd laughed at that. "Take your best shot, shithead." Said one of the boys in the back. The group pressed in. "Time's up." And with that, they heard a heavy 'snap!', and one of the boys in back screamed in agony as he fell to the ground. "My knees! My knees! Oh, God! It hurts! My knees!" The group turned around as Ron spoke again, his voice had turned to ice. "Who wants to be next?" Just then another one fell to the ground, holding his stomach in pain. "He'll need a doctor soon. He has appendicitis." Then another fell backward, as if struck by a 2x4. "He has cracked ribs, and if he moves too much, maybe a punctured lung." There wasn't a cloud in the sky, but for these kids, the day had grown very dark, indeed. "I told you not to mess with me. I warned you to leave my sister alone. You didn't want to listen. You thought I was bluffing. Learn something here: I don't bluff, I gave you a *warning*. And this is the last one you're going to get. Mess with me, my family, or any of my friends again, and somebody will be scooping your brains up off the sidewalk after they've leaked out your nose." He thought this a little overdone, but a couple of the kids went pale, which was what he was hoping for. His eyes bored in on Biff. Biff was scared. Biff was scared shitless. But not pissless, as Ron was about to prove. "I know you think I'm bullshit, Biff, so here's something to remember me by." And then a stain spread across the front of Biff's jeans, and started running down one leg. Biff looked down, and realized what was happening, and worse, that he couldn't stop it. "You little shit! I'm gonna get you!" "Biff, if you even take one step forward, you will be the first to die. Who do you think would believe you, or anyone here? 'That kid broke our legs and made Biff's brains fly out his nose!' Who's gonna buy that? Not to mention, you'll never be able to tell anyone, anyway." A quick command made sure. "Don't mess with me. You aren't even in the same game. If you can't play with the big boys, get off the field." With that, Ron motioned Dawn and Michelle to him. Both ran over and gave him a big hug. "I'm sorry, Ron, I just couldn't-" "Thank you, oh thank you little brother." "It's okay now, girls. Let's go home. Can we walk you home, Michelle?" ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The event passed, and the whole school knew something was up. Whenever Ron entered a room, the football players would step as far aside as they could to get away from him. Word was out: stay away from Ron if you're gonna cause trouble. * Just as planned. Now, I can worry about more important things, like Lisa Fiori over there.* Lisa Fiori was a cheerleader. She'd made fun of Ron in junior high. He was sitting in the gym, watching the cheerleaders practice. It was after school, but he'd had a science project to finish after Tutoring class, and now it was raining, and he didn't want to get wet. So, he decided to watch the cheerleaders until it stopped raining. He focused in on Lisa as they tumbled around. She wasn't your typical cheerleader, she was actually on the pudgy side. Not fat, but not as skinny as the other girls. Her body was just generally bigger all around. Bone structure, breasts, the whole lot. And her appearance was turning Ron on to no end. She had short black hair, and green eyes that twinkled most of the time, like she was always telling herself a joke. She was short, about 5' even, and had a nice overall appearance. She was in shape, so Ron figured her pudginess might be glandular or metabolic. It actually made her look pretty cute, watching her big tits bounce around in her cheerleader outfit. Practice finished up, but it was still raining. Ron decided to have a little fun. He turned himself invisible (he'd learned how to do that "locally", meaning anywhere he went, he was invisible. It wasn't that they *weren't* seeing him now, it was that they *couldn't* see him. He was actually bending light around his body. It was a neat trick that had actually taken two weeks to perfect. He couldn't even see himself if he looked in a mirror.). Then he headed into the locker room after the girls. This had to be every boy's fantasy, watching cheerleaders undress and shower. All sorts of nude girl flesh walking about, getting soaped up, and steamed. Ron was hard as iron watching all these girls. He decided he wanted more. Ron formed an "everything-is-normal-here" command, and spread it over the room, then reappeared into visibility. The girls glanced his way, but didn't scream or anything, so the command was working. He had one girl, whose name was Darla, come over and jack him off. She wrapped her soft hand around his cock and gently rubbed up and down. Ron reached around and fondled her tit. He was really enjoying this, but he wanted more. He had another girl, named Mandy, start to suck his cock, while Darla kept jacking up and down. Then he had a nice black girl, Shauna, French-kiss him. He was starting to get over-stimulated, but he was having a lot of fun. Finally, he came in Mandy's mouth, and he had her swallow it all. Just then, he spotted Lisa. She was coming out of the shower, naked and wet. *God, what a sight!* Her breasts must have been at least a C cup, which was pretty big on a fourteen-year-old. She didn't have rolls of fat, just sort of a layer of it all over her body, that made her entire figure smooth and curvy. He had her come over to him and give him a deep kiss. He reached over and kneaded her tits. They were soft, almost spongy. After all this attention, he needed a little relief. He had Lisa bend over and put her hands on the bench. This placed her ass in the air very invitingly. Ron commanded her to suck off Shauna, who had been so nice to him. Then, he intruded into her pussy with his cock. He moved slowly, while he enjoyed the sights. Shauna was very pretty, about 5'2" tall, with light brown skin, and dark eyes. Her full lips were in an almost pout most of the time. Her breasts were small, but she had gorgeous nipples that stood proud from her chest. He reached over and lightly twisted those nipples, eliciting a moan from the girl. He increased his pace into Lisa, while Lisa increased her pace on Shauna. Shauna, in turn, leaned over to kiss Ron. He tongue-wrestled with her for a few moments, until he felt the familiar tingle in his balls. He broke off the kiss, and gave her nipples one last twist. He pumped hard into Lisa, and came, shooting his wad into her. Unusually, she had not come. Neither had Shauna. He'd given them no real instructions to, so they had acted normally. They were both quite aroused, however. Ron gave them orders to go back in the shower, and not to come out until they had given each other at least two orgasms apiece. They headed off with a gleam in their eyes, and Ron got dressed. He removed himself from the locker room, then removed his commands. The rain had finally stopped, and Ron went home. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The family had settled out any real differences among themselves, and Ron now had a wonderful family of eight, including himself. There were, of course, the "roving followers"; Mrs. Hayes, Miss Ford, the businessmen's wives, and others he had used only once, or maybe twice, but could use again at a moment's notice. Christmas was approaching, and Ron was trying to decide what to get everyone. He had oodles of income, so he knew he could get them really nice stuff. He had to go to the library for some school research, but decided to go shopping afterward. While at the library, Ron came across a rather unusual book. Titled "Channeling the Mind", it seemed to be a manual of sorts. Ron sat down to read it. It was very dusty, as it looked ancient. About halfway through the book, something finally hit Ron, and he took a closer look at the book. *Hey! This thing doesn't have a Dewey Decimal Tag on it! And there's no little metal thing to make the detector go off! This book doesn't belong to the library!* He leafed through it, looking for identifying marks, but found none. Figuring he'd worry about it later, he continued reading. He was skimming, really, until he came to a particular section, titled, "Transference of Mental Energy through the Mental Lens" A big title for such a short chapter. It was mainly a description of a gemstone, cut in a specific manner, set in a particular way, and used by a qualified professional. Ron stuck the book in his bag, and grabbed the books he needed for his report. It was time for some shopping. ----- Ron took a taxi to the mall. He wandered through stores, looking for presents. He had lots of small things, wrapped by the store, delivered to the house. He was looking for one big item for each lady. For his Mom, he bought a brand new notebook computer, with all the bells and whistles. She'd been complaining about her old one for a while now. This was a brand new AMD 4GHz with 400Gig drive, and the best in active matrix color technology. He figured she'd love it. For Dawn, along with lots of baby stuff and maternity clothes, he stopped in at the car dealership in the mall. She was of driving age now, and he figured it was time she drove herself (and him) wherever they needed to go. Jess and Megan were very difficult. As his slaves, they really wanted nothing for Christmas. He had bought them each lots of new lingerie he couldn't wait to see them in. He decided his gift to each of them would have to be the fulfillment of a wish of theirs. *Might be difficult on Megan's part; I rewrote her whole psyche.* But, he figured she'd seen and heard enough stuff since then, that she would come up with something. Nikki and Tammy had both been hounding his mother about a puppy lately. Ron stopped in the pet shop, and looked at the dogs. He had them set two aside for him, a black lab and a german shepherd. He made arrangements to get them delivered, and moved on to his hardest task. Kumiko. *What do I get Kumiko?* For reasons he still couldn't explain, he vitally needed her to be happy with her present. He spent three hours looking up and down the mall before finding the right gift. That done, he had only one store left to visit. ----- "Hello, and welcome to Zales. Can I help you, young man?" The clerk was proper, as she should be, but a little condescending. As was normal, she didn't figure he had much money to spend. "Yes, ma'am. Is there a master jeweler here I can speak with? I need to have several necklaces made." Her attitude changed at that, she was quite taken aback. "Can you afford that sort of thing, son?" "Oh, don't worry about me, ma'am. I've already spent about $40,000 today. A little more won't kill me." He smiled at her, and she hurried off to get the jeweler. "Can I help you, sir?" He was an elderly man, but not so old that he looked incompetent. "Yes, sir. I'd like to have some necklaces made, to rather precise specifications. I was wondering how long it would take..." ----- Ron got home around eight o'clock. It was Friday, so he had no students. He'd missed dinner, but that was okay, since he'd eaten at the mall. He'd never bothered to fiddle with the family's schedule about eating whenever the majority got hungry. It just didn't bug him that much. Ron headed upstairs to his room and changed into comfortable clothes. He stepped into his mother's room to see how she was doing. He found Kumiko already there. "Hi, Mom. Hey, Kumiko." They both nodded acknowledgement. "Anything happening?" "Ron, I think you should go see Dawn. She seemed a little depressed when she came home, but she doesn't want to talk to us about it." "Alright. Anything wrong in here?" "No, just girl talk." *Probably plotting how to get me to rub their backs tonight.* He smiled to himself until he thought about Dawn. *It's been a rough few months for her. I haven't been paying her enough attention lately. I hope she'll be okay.* Ron walked to her door and knocked. "Who is it?" "Dawn? It's me." A slight pause followed, then the door opened. Ron walked into the room, and Dawn closed the door. Then she turned around, took a step to him, put her arms around him, and started sobbing into his shoulder. This startled Ron a bit, but he knew she was on an emotional roller coaster due to the pregnancy. "What's wrong, Dawn?" "Ron, I'm... I'm UGLY! I'm fat, and disfigured, and...and..." She trailed off, sobbing. Ron maneuvered her over to the bed, and got her to sit down. "Sis, you're not ugly. I think you're one of the most beautiful girls in the world." He wasn't lying, or even exaggerating slightly. he still had a picture of her in his mind from the night of her Sophomore Hop, in her white dress. "Oh yeah? Then how come you haven't touched me in over a month!" She replied accusingly. "I'm sorry, Dawn. I hadn't realized it'd been that long. I wasn't avoiding you, really I wasn't. I was trying to let you alone, because of the baby. I didn't want you to hurt yourself or something." Dawn had stopped sobbing, and was just sniffling now. She knew her brother wasn't lying to her. He had never lied to her, even before... She was just so confused about everything. "Really? You mean it?" "Absolutely. I think you're the best sister a guy could hope for, and you're sweet, and pretty, and..." His words were cut off when she kissed him. It was soft, and gentle, like he remembered she could be. They lay down on the bed and kissed for what seemed like hours. Ron wrapped his arms around his sister and cradled her gently against him. He was almost as tall as her now, since she hadn't grown much over the past few months. Ron had just finished a serious growth spurt, with a few mental pushes. Now he stood 5'5" tall, and was quite fit. "Ron?" "Yeah?" "Will you make love to me? Tonight?" He could see the pleading in her eyes. "Anything you want, Sis." He gingerly removed her dress, to find that she still didn't wear anything under it. Now, she removed his clothes, though not quite as gently as he had hers. Soon, she had him down to nothing at all, and his cock was standing proud. He was very gently massaging her breasts, since they would sometimes be sore. She moaned softly, and sank into his touch. She straddled his waist. Guiding his cock with one hand, she sank herself slowly down onto him. She hummed softly as his prick tunneled in. When she reached bottom, she rested for a few moments. Ron took advantage of this, and stretched his reach to her shoulders. He massaged away some of the tension there, and caressed her neck. Like everything else on her, Dawn's neck was a source of beauty to Ron. It gracefully curved into her shoulders, and was just the right length. He stroked her neck lightly, and then moved back down to her breasts. Now Dawn began her rhythm. In a slow, sensual movement, she rose and fell. She was enjoying this. For the first time in weeks, she felt like a woman, rather than a bloated bag of water. Her brother made her feel wanted, loved, special. She continued her strokes, fondling Ron's chest as she went. She wanted to give to him, be there for him. As much as she had originally resisted the situation, she wouldn't want to have changed this for the world now. Smoothly, gently, they continued to make love. As Dawn tired, her legs began to cramp. Then Ron remembered a position he and Kumiko had used from time to time. He had her lie on her side, and he lay behind her. He entered her from behind. Again, the pace was slow, calm, sensual. They both wanted it to last, and each wanted the other to get the maximum amount of enjoyment. Ron nuzzled her neck, and placed wet kisses there, and up to her ear. He nibbled lightly on her ear, which made her giggle. This night was like many nights before the pregnancy, and Dawn was in heaven. Ron was also in heaven, but mainly because he realized how sexy he thought his sister looked. Sure, you had to make allowances to have sex this way, but it was worth it when your girl looked as good as this! Finally, they both started ascending that ultimate ladder of passion. Still keeping it gentle, but increasing the pace, both neared their summit. Dawn began to moan lightly, and pushed back at him with more urgency. Ron was panting, and stroking into her faster and faster. Soon, they came together, in a confluence of moans, and tangled limbs. Both fell asleep for a short while. When he awoke, Dawn was looking at him. "Thank you, little brother. You made me feel like a real woman tonight." She'd never said anything like that to him before. She embraced him, and they kissed again, gently. They held each other for some time. Dawn eventually fell asleep, and Ron disengaged himself from the scene. Kumiko was waiting in his room. "Is Dawn well, Master?" "Yes, Kumiko. She was just a little depressed, and she thought I didn't like her anymore. Just a misunderstanding. She is much better now." "Please, Master, come over here, that I may give you a back rub?" This was new. Usually, he was the one giving rubs. He didn't mind, he actually enjoyed caressing beautiful girl-flesh. But, he was pretty tight right now, with all the walking, and holding Dawn and all. "Okay, Kumiko, you talked me into it." He was asleep long before she stopped. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... It was the last day before Christmas break. The jeweler had managed a minor miracle, getting the necklaces finished in time for him to give one to his very special teacher friend. As class broke up, he walked up to Mrs. Hayes' desk. He was a little apprehensive. He didn't know whether she would accept the gift or not. Its cost really wasn't the issue, it was simply a symbol of his... love, protection, well-wishing, friendship, and all those gushy things he didn't think much about, but felt anyway. "Mrs. Hayes?" He laid the box on her desk. "What's this?" "Just a Christmas present for you. Go ahead, open it." Rather than having the box wrapped, he had simply chosen a very festive box to put it in. She lifted the lid off the box, to find a velvet covered one inside. This she opened slowly, and her breath caught in her throat. It was a twenty-four karat gold band necklace, with small diamond chips embedded in the front. At the very front, it dipped into a sort of "v" shape, and set at the vertex of the vee was a stunning emerald of the deepest green. When she looked up, there were tears in her eyes. "Oh, Ron! This is beautiful! But, it must have cost a fortune, I can't-" "Yes, you can. I can't take it back, anyway. It was custom designed for you. Go ahead, put it on." She pulled it out of the box and slipped it around her neck. It fit almost as if she had been fitted for it. It clung to her in the way only custom jewelry can. "But, how..." "Let's just say I have a really good memory. I hope you like it." Nancy stood up and came around her desk. She gave Ron a big hug, but not a kiss, as other students were starting to wander in. "Yes, Ron, I like it very much. Thank you. Have a Merry Christmas." Ron left happy, knowing she really liked it, and that she would wear it all the time. ----- Later, in Tutoring, he saw Michelle, and gave her a gift. Not a necklace this time, as they had a special meaning. This was a small pin, not overdone, in a symbol she didn't recognize. "Thank you, Ron, but what's it mean?" It was a trio of concentric circles, with four lines radiating out from center. The pin was created using rubies, sapphires, and diamonds, for that red-white-and-blue effect. "You'll find out, eventually. I just thought you might like it." She gave him a hug, and then he had to take the good-natured razzing from the rest of the class. When everything had settled in and the students had gotten down to work, Ron and Linda had a chance to talk quietly. She had seen Michelle's gift, and had felt a severe twinge of envy. She decided to twist Ron's tail a bit. "So, where's my gift, lover?" She said with a twinkle in her eye, but quietly enough that no one heard her. "Well, I have it with me, but I'd prefer not to give it to you." "How come?" "I'd rather give it to you Christmas morning. Can you come to my house for Christmas? We'll have a nice, quiet morning, and then we can open gifts, and eat..." He stopped, because he saw a tear in her eye. *How come everybody's crying around me?* "What's wrong?" "Oh, Ron, it's just that it's been so long since anyone cared what I did on Christmas. I'd be happy to join you and your family." She grabbed his hand and squeezed, and he rested his hand on top of hers, all hidden from the class by his body, since his back was to them. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Christmas morning came, and of course, Nikki and Tammy were the first up. They'd already woken up Sandra, now they came in to wake up Ron. He had slept alone that night, expecting he'd need what little sleep he'd gotten. They both started jumping up and down on his bed excitedly, doing their absolute best to make sure he was awake. That is, until Nikki jumped a little too close, and he quickly reached up and snatched her into a ferocious hug. Tammy joined in, and they all shared a wonderful Christmas embrace. The entire family headed downstairs, to see a whole new wonderland. Ron had spent a good portion of the night arranging gifts under the tree, and hiding clues for Dawn. Her new car was in the garage, had been for a couple of days, but no one ever went in the garage, by his instructions. Sandra turned to him when she saw the spread. "Ron! What happened down here?" "Santa was busy, I guess." He replied with a mischievous grin. He was thoroughly enjoying playing Santa this year. His family never had enough around Christmas, and they'd always had to 'make do'. This year was different. He'd gotten them all wonderful gifts, had given each an allowance to spend on presents themselves, and he'd set everything up beautifully. A wonderful smell arose from the kitchen. "What's that?" asked Megan. "Let's go see" answered Ron. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Kumiko came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of pastries. "It's a special family recipe." She explained. "Ron asked me to have breakfast ready for the family. I was honored." She set the plate down on the table, and went to give Ron a hug. "Thank you, Master. You have honored your servant by allowing her to participate." The smaller gifts were opened right after breakfast. Ron had told everyone there would be two waves of gifts from him. Megan and Jess blushed at some of their gifts, but their eyes twinkled with ideas. Sandra was overjoyed at some of the outfits he had gotten her. *Girls are so easy to buy for. Get them clothes, and they gush all over you. Ick.* The girls had all worked very hard on buying him presents. He had consciously *not* bought himself all the neat stuff he wanted, so they could have fun buying it for him. He got a new telescope, a radio-controlled truck, a couple of model airplanes, and generally stuff that a fourteen-year-old kid likes. Everyone had settled into a mid-morning lull, when the doorbell rang. "I wonder who would show up on Christmas morning?" Sandra asked. "A guest of mine, probably. I'll get it." Ron walked to the front door. Upon opening it, he found Linda, decked out in a beautiful red and green ensemble that, rather than looking tacky, as Ron thought most did, this one looked wonderfully festive, and hugged her body in all the right ways. "Merry Christmas, Ron! Am I early?" "No. Actually, I expected you a half hour ago, but no worry, we waited for you. C'mon in." He took her coat and hung it in the closet, then brought her into the living room and introduced her around. "Welcome to our home." Sandra offered. "Thank you, Mrs. Chaffey." Linda sat down on the couch with her, so that they could chat. "Please, call me Sandra." "Okay, everybody! Now that our guest is here, we can proceed with the remainder of the gift-giving." "You mean there's more?" Sandra asked. Even though he'd told her, she really hadn't believed him until now. "Of course there's more! You didn't think I'd let you guys get me all this neat stuff, and leave you all with *clothes*, did you?" Ron laughed, and he asked Kumiko and Megan to help him. He went to the closet, and they pulled out additional gifts for the family. "Now, it is important the order in which these are opened, so we'll do them one at a time. First, Mom." Sandra fairly tore into her package, to find a new laptop carry-case. "Thank you, honey! It's great!" Ron rolled his eyes a bit. "Mom. Open it." "Huh?" She opened the case up to see her new computer. "Oh! Ron, it's just what I needed!" She reached over and gave him a hug. He glanced at Linda, and she winked at him. "Okay, now, Megan and Jess, you may open yours." Both were small boxes. Inside each was a card. On the card were the words: "I grant you one wish. You may tell me later what it is you wish for." They both thanked him for their gifts, and whispered to each other something Ron couldn't hear. "Nikki? Tammy? Here's yours." Kumiko, who was his co-conspirator in all this, had left the room shortly before. Both girls opened their small boxes. Inside each box was a card. On this card were the words: "Turn around." It's really hard to put a puppy in a box. Both girls turned around as Kumiko set the dogs on the floor. The dogs scampered over to their new owners, who proceeded to hug and cuddle them. Ron really liked being Santa. Dawn was sitting quietly in a chair by the window. Ron walked over and handed her an envelope. "Sis, you're the oldest of us Chaffey kids, so you have to work a little harder for your gift." "Hmm? What do you mean?" She opened the envelope and read: "This begins your journey. On the back of this card is a clue. There are a series of these clues throughout the house. You may ask for help from any family member. On the other hand, this family member may exact a price for their help. You may only ask for help from Ron twice. He WILL exact a price for his help. Good luck!" With that, Dawn set about a forty-five minute search, running back and forth throughout the house, finding clues, and asking for help now and again. He, Sandra, and Linda stayed in the living room, chatting amicably while the rest of the children ran around with Dawn. Finally, they all came back into the living room. "Ron, I found what I guess is the last clue, but I'm not sure what it means." "Read it to me." "*'From a place you've never been,* * To a place you shouldn't be.* * Walk through the forbidden door,* * And your present you shall see.'* I don't get it." "Are you asking for my help?" Ron asked jovially. "No! Not yet, anyway." "Okay, I'll give you some sideways help. Where did you just come from?" "The attic." "Have you ever been there before?" "No." "So, you were in 'a place you've never been', right?" "Yeah..." "Where's the only place I've asked y'all not to go?" "The garage!" And everyone got up to go to the garage. They stopped at the door, marked "Do Not Enter", and a small sign, under that, newly added, marked "Forbidden". "How'd I miss that?" She pushed open the door, and flipped on the light. And there sat a brand new shiny black Ford Explorer. Dawn nearly wept for joy. She hugged Ron furiously, and went to check out her new wheels. Linda leaned over to whisper in Ron's ear. "Nice touch, guy." Ron nodded, and his mother gave him a kiss. After a few minutes of watching everyone pore over the new truck, Ron cleared his throat. "Is everyone forgetting something?" They all stared at each other, unclear what it was he wanted. Was he looking for a thank you? What? Nikki spoke for the group. "What is it, big brother?" "Kumiko has not yet received her gift. If we could all return to the living room..." And, after a second, everyone laughed, Kumiko included. In all the excitement, she had completely forgotten herself. The family reassembled in the living room. Ron presented Kumiko with a rather large box. She carefully opened it, to reveal a large, elaborate, wooden music box. It was made from many kinds of wood, and entirely hand-crafted. Even the mechanisms inside had been hand-tooled and assembled. Inside, when the box was opened, was a beautiful oriental figure sitting in a garden. The music was a favorite Japanese tune of Kumiko's. "When I saw it, it made me think of you." Ron explained. Kumiko gently set it down on the coffee table, and, uncharacteristically, threw herself at him and embraced him with all her might. There were no words, no way she could express the love she felt at that moment for this man. Ron took it in stride. He hadn't known what to expect, and was pleasantly surprised by this reaction. Eventually, they separated, and Ron had everyone sit down again. "Now, each of you has one final gift coming." This caused a mild stir, but Ron motioned for calm. "Not all of us are named Chaffey, and not everyone knows what we're all about. But, I consider everyone in this room a member of my family." He looked to Linda, who was blushing slightly. "As such, I wanted to give each of you something that would in some way identify you as a member of my family. So..." He handed out eight small boxes, one to each lady. "Please open them all at the same time." Eight boxes opened, and eight females took a breath. Even the younger ones had enough appreciation of fine work to admire the beauty and craftsmanship in their necklaces. Theirs were, for obvious reasons, smaller and simpler than the rest, but still very special, and made specifically for them. Linda was flabbergasted. She had expected some small token. Her necklace was similar to Mrs. Hayes', but contained a ruby at the vee instead of an emerald. The rest of the family had a slightly different style, less ornate. Theirs each contained a large gemstone, right above the vee, and a letter pendent, covered with diamonds, below the vee. The letter was their first initial. Tammy and Nikki both had a smaller jewel, a citrine, with their initial in basic gold with silver accents. There was no plating on these necklaces: this was the real thing. Dawn had a gorgeous deep sapphire. Megan and Jess both had an emerald so pure it almost seemed to glow against their skin. Sandra had a diamond of excellent purity. Kumiko's was the oddest of all. Hers had been the most elaborate, yet the most subdued at the same time. Hers did not contain a letter pendant, instead, it was lined with small diamonds, down to the vee, from which was suspended a jewel that resembled a diamond, but which was so perfectly clear, it almost acted like a magnifying glass. Kumiko, unconcerned about the value of the gem, slipped it around her neck carefully. Immediately, she felt a strange sense of warmth, of security. She gave Ron a curious look, and he noticed and walked over to her. He whispered in her ear. "I'll explain later. Don't worry about it now." She seemed to accept that, and everyone carried on with the celebration, which could now get into full swing. ----- Later, as the day flowed on, Kumiko and Ron had a chance to talk alone. "Master, what is happening to me?" She described what she felt, and Ron compared it to what he had read. *Good. It's working.* "Kumiko, for a long time, I've known that the family needed a leader." "You are our leader, Master." "Well, yes, but I mean, a leader among the rest, so that, when I am not here, decisions can be made in an emergency. I thought about Mom, but she's not always here either, since she's chosen to keep working, plus she's still not fully recovered psychologically from Marinda's attack." Ron had done what he could, but without messing up her personality, which he refused to do, he couldn't figure a way to clear that issue out. "Anyway, I have decided that you will be the leader of the girls. You will have some new responsibilities, and in order to help out with that, I have given you that necklace." "I do not understand." * How to explain this to someone who knows nothing of psionic powers?* "Look at it this way. You know I have powers, right?" "Yes, Master. The entire family has spoken of them." "Well, that necklace allows you to access a very limited amount of my powers. It allows you to do two important things. Number one, it will let you call me with your mind, if the family is ever in trouble or needs help. Second, it will let you use my mental energy to fight off an attack by another who has powers like mine." Ron sensed somehow that this would become necessary sooner rather than later. "I'm still not sure I understand, Master, but it will be as you say." Kumiko was willing to accept whatever he told her. He was tempted to tell her the sky was green and the moon was made of cow manure, just to see how she'd react, but he didn't. ----- As the day wore on, it started to get dark. Linda and Ron had time for a warm discussion of their relationship, which both fervently hoped would continue. Then, around seven o'clock, they heard sirens outside. "I wonder what that's about?" she said. "Let's go see." Ron's new home sat on the front edge of their property, as did all the houses in this area, so the house across the street was pretty close. That was where the cars had gone. Sandra, Linda, and Ron stepped out to see what was going on. They saw the policemen dragging a young girl, somewhere between Nikki's and Ron's ages, out of the house, kicking and screaming. Linda stormed across the street. "How dare you treat a young child in that manner! Release her immediately." One of the officers raised his baton to strike her down, then froze stiff. The other saw this, and let go of the child to pull his gun. He never got it out of the holster. Ron walked across the street. The child was clinging to Linda now, staring back at the two officers. So was Linda. The men were still struggling; they weren't dead, they just couldn't move. "How do, officers? I don't seem to remember from the books I've read anything about trying to harm civilians who question your procedures." Ron deliberately talked himself up to these men, though he thought he might have just gone over their heads, given the dimwitted looks on their faces. Ron had respect for most officers, but these two were scum. He could tell. "You will not harm this woman, or the child. What is the issue here?" He released them carefully. Both moved hesitantly, as if they weren't sure they were supposed to be able to move now. "Just look, you little cretin! The one pointed to a bloody body lying on the ground some sixty feet away. Linda gasped, and Ron figured it to be the young girl's father. "Yeah, so? Do you think she," he motioned to the girl, "did it? Are you that stupid?" "She's the only one in the house. Her mother's dead too." The girl didn't shudder, didn't flinch at the mention of her parents' demise. However, the bruises were evident on her face. "I suppose she punched herself, then? Or did you put those there?" "Why, you little mother-" The man began to swing the baton, then found himself lying on the concrete, thirty feet away. He felt like he'd just been run over by a very angry truck. "Ohhhhhhh. Aw shit. What the hell happened?" He was dazed, but the other cop wasn't. He finished pulling his gun. "Drop the gun, officer, or I will crush your skull." The man felt the pressure start to build at his temples. "You can't kill me fast enough to survive. The girl is not a threat. You have caused enough trouble here. The young lady can stay with us across the street for the night, until Social Services can come by tomorrow. Go, file your report. You will not make any mention of me or my activities. Oh, and one more thing." The man had turned to go, and now turned back with a questioning look. "If you ever mess with my family again, I'll find something to do to you that will be worse than death." The cop staggered over to his friend, and they both got in the car. Ron knew they couldn't leave, but that wasn't important. Ron and Linda guided the girl over to the Chaffey house. She hadn't said a word yet. Ron knew something was up. "What's your name?" Linda asked. No response. Linda looked to Ron. "Suggestions?" Ron began a mind probe of the girl. Her name was Karen, and she had just killed both of her parents. Why? Well, they had been beating and raping her for the last two years. *Sounds like a good reason to me.* He knew she really had killed them, but he wanted to know how. He kept searching her memories, then found a bright, glowing orb isolated from everything else. *What in the hell... Wait a minute! '... it will resemble a bright, glowing ball of energy. Do not approach, or you may be harmed by an automatic internal defense.' Her Ability Sphere! She's a psionic! How many of us are there in this area? Well, I'm not about to test that line about internal defenses...* Ron pulled out, and asked Linda if she could get him a glass of water. She had watched in awe for the last five minutes, not having the faintest idea what was going on, but knowing the two of them were communicating somehow, because their movements had exactly synced. "Karen?" She tried to focus on him, but didn't quite make it. He knew it was just the shock of the event. "Karen? C'mon. Time to wake up now." Just talking to her was helping her out of it. Linda came back with the water. He took a sip, then continued. "Hey, Karen. I've got some nice cool water here for you. Wake up, girl. Wake up, Karen." Ron continued like this for another minute or so. Finally, she started to come around. "C'mon Kar... ah, there we go." She had finally managed to focus on his face. She didn't smile. Not that he'd expected her to, but it would have been nice to see, anyway. She was a wreck. Her dirty blonde hair was tangled and matted with blood and stuff he didn't need to guess at. Her face had a massive bruise on the one side, and her lip was cut. There were bruises on her arms where he could see, and he supposed there were more where he couldn't. "Who...who're you?" It wasn't an accusation, and there was no fear in the question. It was just a question. "My name is Ron. I live across the street from you. You're in my house right now. You're safe here." He made that last pronouncement with some degree of force, to make sure she believed it. "I... I killed my Mom and Dad. They were..." "I know. Don't worry about it." "I... felt... you. In my head. Are you... like me?" "Yes, Karen. I am a lot like you. And I will help you all I can. If you'll let me. You can stay here tonight, if you like." She reached out, and hugged him. She squeezed tight enough that he struggled to breath a little. He realized that she was crying quietly now. "Linda, go get Kumiko, please?" Linda departed, and returned with Kumiko at her side. Kumiko gasped at the sight of the little girl. "Kumiko, see if you can find something that will fit her. She'll be staying the night." Ron was, even now, probing her body for injuries. He fixed what was there. Luckily, there was nothing serious, this time, but he found plenty of evidence of previous mistreatments. *Well, at least those two got what they deserved.* Kumiko returned with a kimono that she no longer wore. It was big on her, but not overly so, since Kumiko was a small person, and Karen was big for her age. "What shall we do, Master?" Kumiko asked. "I don't know, Kumiko. I don't know." Meanwhile, Karen slept in his arms. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===CAMP: Ron's Journey - Chapter 13===-- Chapter 13 New Friends, Old Friends, and Trouble on the Horizon The next few days were more hectic than Ron would have preferred for his Christmas holiday. The next day, Social Services showed up to claim the girl. "Hello, my name is Heidi Gallagher. I am here to pick up little Karen." "Please, come in. Karen is with Ron in the living room." Sandra led her in, and introduced her. Sandra sat down in a chair, but Ms. Gallagher seemed to be in a hurry. "Come, Karen. We need to go." Karen, startled, backed up behind Ron, who had risen upon Heidi's entrance. "Come now, we have no time for this." "Ms. Gallagher," Ron interjected, "You have all the manners of a barbarian, and no interpersonal skills at all." Ron was re-reading some of his psychology, and had picked up quite a bit of the lingo. "Excuse me, young man, but I am a very busy woman. I don't have time for this childish nonsense." She huffed. "But, ma'am, she *is* a child. And it isn't nonsense to her. She's terrified of you." Ron replied reasonably. "I won't go with her!" Karen screamed. "Oh, you don't have a choice, young lady." "Yes, she does." Karen moved in what would have been an aggressive motion, but Ron stopped her. *<Let me handle this. I will protect you.>* Karen nodded. Ron turned to the woman. "What would you do with her? Stick her in an orphanage?" "That is where she belongs." Heidi snapped. "No, I don't think so." Ron engaged the woman's eyes. "You will draw up and bring back here the papers to put her in our custody. You will handle any necessary court details." Ron released her, and, without a word, she left. Ron turned to Karen, who nearly strangled him with a hug. "Thank you!" "Honey? I know we've got the room and all, but do we really want to take on another person?" Sandra asked. "It's our duty, Mom. We don't have a choice. I interfered with the police, so that makes her my responsibility. If I wasn't going to make sure she was okay, I never should have stepped in to begin with." This sounded reasonable enough to everyone, and the matter was dropped. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Over the next few days, a small army of people came to interview the family in the house. Ron had to make adjustments to just about everyone, but, in the end, the paperwork was signed and filed. Karen Pritchart, newly orphaned, was now a ward of the Chaffey extended family. Ron had just one more issue to handle. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Mike showed up on January 3rd. "You said you had a minor emergency, Ron. I can't imagine much that you couldn't handle alone." Then they entered the living room, where Karen was sitting. "Oh. Hello, I don't think we've met." Mike introduced himself, and Karen nodded sheepishly. "So, what's up?" Ron answered, "Well, it's Karen here. She's a psionic." "Oh? New to the area?" "No, she's been living in the house across the street for the past four years now." "Curious. I'll have to check and see who surveyed this area last. So, I guess we'll need to sign her up for CAMP, hmm?" "Well, that's up to her. I have only vaguely discussed it with her, since I'm not cleared for recruitment procedures. I'll leave you two to it, I've got something to look after." Ron went to leave the room, and as he did so, noticed the worry on Karen's face. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving. I'll be in the kitchen, or upstairs. I'll be back before he leaves. He won't bite. Much." He said the last with a grin, and at least got a small one in return. After checking in on family members, handling some personal things that others couldn't do for him, and getting himself something to eat, he re-entered the living room. "No." "So, you don't want to be a member of CAMP?" "That's not what I said." Mike threw up his hands in exasperation. "What's up?" Ron asked. "She won't go to CAMP, but she won't refuse membership, either. We've never had anyone this... stubborn." * <What's the problem, Karen?>* * <I don't trust him, or the guys he's talking about.>* * <But, Karen, I* am* one of the guys he's talking about.>* * <You're different. You saved me. Why can't you teach me?>* "No." "What?" Mike, not being the rude type, hadn't been following along on the mental conversation that had just gone on. "Why not?" Karen wanted to know. "I'm not qualified." "You're teaching Michelle." She had stopped by a couple of days ago, and so the three had a little get-together of the minds. "Karen, I'm teaching Michelle like, really basic stuff. I can't teach the big, important stuff." "Why not?" This was from Mike, who had finally caught on, and couldn't resist a perfect opportunity to get Ron involved in something he was perfectly suited for, but would resist strongly. "C'mon, Mike! I'm still learning this stuff myself. I'm no teacher." "We're all still learning, kiddo. And you're as good as any instructor we've got at CAMP. If she's willing to learn at your hand, that's just fine by us. Just use the handbook." Karen was satisfied. Mike was satisfied. Ron was terrified. "What if I screw up?" "What if you do? We all do, sooner or later. It's just like teaching any other subject. The really important stuff, you won't slip up on. The rest, if you don't explain it right, well, it just won't work, that's all. Then you can explain it again, and then maybe you'll get it right." "Ron? Please?" Karen was pleading with him. She was twelve, and she was really good at pleading. Ron had been good at pleading at that age, too. He hated it when girls pleaded with him, because he could never say no. "Oh, okay. But I'm gonna regret this." "Nah. No worries, Ron. Okay, if we can just get her parents to sign these forms...then...we...what?" Ron and Karen were looking at him with one of those expressions. "She doesn't have any parents." "What happened to them?" "Well, let's say they took an early departure into the hereafter." "I killed them!" Karen was rather more direct. Mike just sat, stunned. "Ron?" He was looking for an explanation. Ron took pity on him. "Her parents were abusive, and so she finally took matters into her own hands. Probably what awakened The Ability so early. The police were, shall we say, more interested in closing the case than her safety, and so I had to come to her defense." "I see. Well, then, who is guardian?" "My mother, officially." "In other words, you." "You could say that." "Sign here." Mike indicated all the places. It wasn't legally binding, as such, because Ron was underage. However, CAMP rules forbade allowing the follower of a member to sign binding forms. "Well, that takes care of that. What about her schooling?" "She goes to the junior high. She will continue to do so." "Very good. No problem there. Good day, and good luck to you both." With that, Mike trotted off to his car. "Thank you." "I'm going to regret this..." Ron knew he wasn't going to like this arrangement. He was wrong. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Weeks went by, and Karen's skills started to improve. As did both her appearance, and her confidence. They had taken her shopping to get her new clothes, and had gotten her all those nice things that girls like. Ron did not accompany them on that trip: he couldn't bear the thought of watching women wading through clothing. But she put on a fashion show of sorts when they got back, and he couldn't say he disapproved of their taste. Finally, in mid-February, The Day arrived. It was time for Dawn to lose a little weight, and Ron and Sandra took her to the hospital. It wasn't a long labor, only about 45 minutes or so. Amazingly easy for a first, his mother said. Ron and his Mom stepped in after the birth to see them both. It was a brand new baby boy. His eyes were a startling blue: he realized that they were the color of Kumiko's eyes. Most babies are born with blue eyes, of course, but Kumiko apparently had never lost that brilliance in hers. "Ron? We never talked about what to name him." Ron thought for a second. "What would you like to name him?" He asked. "I don't know. Mom?" "I really hadn't thought about it, Dawn. I assumed you two had discussed it." They hadn't, but Ron came up with a name quickly. "Nathan Conrad." "That's pretty. Why those two, Ron?" Dawn inquired. "That names him after each of our grandfathers." "Oh. I didn't know what Grandpa Miller's name was. Nathan Conrad Chaffey." And so, a new life emerged into the world. * I wonder if he'll have my gift? Better for him if he doesn't. It puts an awful lot of responsibility on you.* Ron didn't know the half of it, yet. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... One of Ron's jobs, as field agent, was to routinely scan the latents in his area, to see if any were ready for contact by Mr. McGavin. He had yet to find one, but he really didn't expect them to be springing up like they were already. He was on the trail of one now. He was a nineteen-year-old college student. Ron looked older than his age, but there was no way he was passing for a college student. He meandered about campus, trying to look inconspicuous, and working to locate his target. He thought he'd found him, when a little trouble arose. "Get off our campus, kid." This was some jock. *Probably here on a football scholarship.* He was big, mean, and ugly. "What?" "I said get off our campus. No squirts or pipsqueaks allowed." Just then, a clean-cut boy with black hair walked up. He was 5'6" tall, thin, not muscular, pretty much a bookworm type. "What's up, Bruce?" "Stay out of this, dickweed. I'm gonna pound this little dude." Just then, Bruce found himself lying on his back. *Huh? Wait, I didn't do anything...* He realized that Bruce must have been knocked down by the other guy. Ron did a very quick scan. *Okay, this is my target. Right name, address, there's the Ability Sphere, and it's ready for contact.* Ron mumbled a "Thanks," and quickly got out of there. * Geez. What is this world coming to? I can't even walk along quietly on a college campus anymore!* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... It was April, and life was good. Dawn and her baby were coming along nicely. Ron didn't pay all that much attention to the infant, not really feeling much in the way of a paternal instinct kicking in. He played with the little guy, but not much else. He left the less pleasant jobs to more qualified, and less powerful, individuals, like Megan, Jess, and Dawn. He had taken some sympathy on his sister, by assigning Jess to infant duty during the night. That way, Dawn could at least get some sleep. Ron was wandering the halls after school one day, when he heard a familiar voice coming from an office. "Oh, yes. He's a wonderful student, too." That was Mrs. Hayes' voice, he was sure of it. "Well, he makes a splendid tutor." And that was Linda! Ron couldn't pass up the opportunity to find out what they were talking about. He walked in through the open doorway. "I couldn't help but notice you were chatting about me. Is there some reason?" He asked in a playful tone that both ladies recognized. "Well, I just happened to notice that Mrs. Hayes there has a beautiful necklace that seemed, well, rather similar to mine." "It ought to. They're identical except for the stone." "Yes, so I see. We were about to, um... compare notes, in a way." Ron stepped over and closed the door. "Go ahead." He smiled, and winked. "I don't mind." Nancy gave in first. "I don't think just talking will do. How about you, Linda?" "No, not at all. I think a visual display would be best." The ladies advanced on him, both already unbuttoning their blouses. Ron feigned fright. "Now, ladies, please... I'm fragile, I might break." Linda ran her hand across his crotch. "Oooh. No. You're hard, but I don't think you're fragile." She pulled his shirt off over his head. Nancy bent down to work at his jeans. She got them off, then let Linda take over while she removed the rest of her clothes. Linda pulled down his briefs, revealing his hard, throbbing dick. She licked her lips at the very sight of it. "Oh, it's been a few weeks since I've played with this." She wrapped her fingers softly around his prick, and started jacking as she sucked the head into her mouth. Nancy had undressed fully now, and was massaging Ron's chest as she kissed him passionately. Both women seemed on fire. Ron wondered if he ought not to have them over for a weekend sometime. *I'm not sure I could survive both for that long!* Ron rearranged people a little. He laid Nancy across the desk, and dove right into her muff, licking and sucking with wild abandon. Linda returned to his cock, taking more of it into her mouth now. Nancy was moaning from the attention. Ron was close to coming; he knew that. There was no stopping it. He increased his pace on Nancy's pussy. She started the little shudders he'd come to recognize as a small orgasm, just then he came himself, pouring his seed down Linda's throat. She took it all, and sucked him hard again. It was only fair that Linda get some attention now, as she was the only one who hadn't come yet. Ron bent her over the desk, just over Nancy. Linda started eating out Nancy, and Ron pushed his rod into Linda from behind. She gave a deep moan, and pushed back. Ron pulled out so that just his head was in, then plunged back in. Slowly, in and out, in and out. He worked as slow a pace as he could handle. Linda was eating Nancy's pussy, licking up and down the slit, then taking her clit into her mouth and lightly nipping it with her teeth. Nancy was shuddering constantly now, and the spasms were becoming more and more violent. Linda was fucking back at Ron with some force, and Ron was pushing into Linda faster and faster. Just then, Linda went rigid, and let out a yelp. She strangled it as much as she could, for there were other people in the building. Her orgasm lasted for almost a minute. Ron pulled out of her, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her softly, gently, sensuously. "It was good for me, too." She responded breathlessly. Ron gently helped her into a chair. She had always been kind of out of it after good sex. But he still had to please Nancy. Nancy reached out and took his cock in hand. He had softened just slightly, so she sucked him until he was good and hard again. "Now I want you inside me, lover. Make me come!" Ron plunged into her now-well-lubricated hole. She wasn't interested in slow today. She wanted it hot and fast. She wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him into her as far and as fast as she could manage. Ron started massaging her wonderful tits. He squeezed and twisted the nipples, and she mewled in pleasure. She loved it. Quickly she started to climb to her orgasm. She pummeled him into her faster and faster. Then, as she was about to come, she pulled him down to her and kissed him. As she climaxed, she screamed into his mouth, still wrestling with his tongue. They remained like that for some minutes, both of them coming down from one of their better performances. "Oh... Damn...that was...just wonderful!" Nancy said. Ron felt a soft body behind him, that embraced him in a glorious hug. "We were also talking about something else, Ron." "Oh? I don't think I'm up to any more today!" "No, not that. Both of us are single. Both of us live in a fairly expensive apartment. Both of us wish we could spend more time with you..." She trailed off, hoping Nancy would continue, but Ron picked up for her. "So, you were wondering if there was room at the Chaffey house for you two?" Both women nodded. "Well, we do have two bedrooms left, but I did want to have a guest room..." He was teasing. They knew it, but they also worried that, just maybe, he wasn't. "We'll share a room!" insisted Nancy. "That's not a problem. Neither of us has much stuff!" Linda agreed. Ron just shook his head. "Ladies, you're impossible. Of course you're welcome in my home, so long as you live by the rules, and you understand who's in charge." "Why, you are, Ron." Nancy said. Linda nodded agreement. "See? You know the most important rule already. You can move in over the weekend, if you like." * Well, if I don't survive, at least I'll go out happy!* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... It was late May, school was out, and life was fine. Little Nathan was a healthy, growing boy. Dr. Brown was out to see him every couple weeks. She didn't normally do house calls, but Ron hadn't given her a choice in the matter. He was still torturing her unmercifully, making her wet and excited any time she was near him. She couldn't understand it, she wasn't attracted to him at all. On Ron's part, it was just a fun diversion. Karen's skills were really coming along well. He had gotten her to master all of the defense techniques early on, and they practiced on each other regularly, and on Michelle, whenever she would stop by. Right now Karen was mastering the art of telekinesis, moving all sorts of things around the house. The rest of the family had gotten used to these lessons, and no longer complained that their stuff wasn't where they'd left it. One morning, Ron was teaching Karen about levitation, when he got a strange sensation, as if he were being watched. He knew that was impossible; there were at present three telepaths in the house, since Michelle was visiting, and any telepathic communication, send or receive, would have been instantly noted. Still, the feeling was there. "Hang on a second, Kar. I need to check on something." Ron went upstairs to his room. He had made some modifications to the window in his room that allowed him to look out, without anyone outside being able to tell. *I really ought to just install cameras. It'd be easier.* Sure enough, across the street, was a tall man dressed in a black trench coat. *Trench coat? In May? Talk about conspicuous.* He knew the man was not scanning him, but since he did not know if the man was a psionic or not, he wouldn't risk a scan of his own. He studied the man for a few minutes, until he moved off. Ron filed the incident in the back of his mind. *Strange. Very strange.* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Over the summer, this event was repeated many times. Ron began to wonder if someone were watching him because they knew, or suspected, what he was. *Or, maybe* he thought, *it's an inspector from Social Services. No, that's nuts. Why would they bother doing it like that?* Finally, in early July, an event occurred that solved the matter for him. It was late morning, around eleven, when the doorbell rang. Nikki went to answer the door, and nearly bolted back into the living room, where Ron was reading. "What's up, Nik? Who's at the door?" Then he saw past Nikki to... *No, I must be seeing things. I can't possibly be seeing who I'm seeing.* But he was. Standing in the doorway, in clothes that hung from her body, torn and even bloody, stood Marinda. "Ronnn..." Was all she managed, before collapsing to the floor. "Shit. Okay, Nikki, go get Kumiko, Mom, and Linda." Nikki ran to do as she was instructed. Ron walked over and closed the front door. Then he examined Marinda without touching her. She moaned, but refused to wake up when he shook her. His 'counseling team', as he'd taken to calling them, came in just then. They all gasped at the sight of her, but neither Kumiko nor Sandra would approach. "Get her out of here, Ron!" screamed Sandra. "Chill out, Mom. She can't hurt you. Heck, I can't even get her to wake up. Help me move her into the spare bedroom." He finally convinced them to come over and move her. "Kumiko, I'm going to put you in charge of caring for her." He continued in a whisper to her, "Use the necklace if there's trouble, and send someone to get me when she wakes up." Kumiko nodded, Ron told Linda to stay with her, and then he took his Mom out of the room. "I don't like it, Ron. She could be trouble." "Mom, you don't understand. James got rid of her powers. She can't hurt you anymore. And, even if she did still have her powers, James told me before that it was my fault she could get to you, because of some things I hadn't done. Well, I've done all those things now. It'll be fine, but I need to know why she came here, even after I ordered her not to." Sandra didn't argue, but was not happy about things. Ron could tell, but there was nothing he could do. He needed to know what Marinda knew. "So, what's for lunch?" ----- She was being chased. They were getting closer, closer, reaching out for her. She turned to fight them off, only to find she had no hands. She opened her mouth to scream, but emitted only a whisper. "You might as well give in. You're powerless... powerless..." Marinda bolted upright in bed, startling the others in the room. Quickly she looked about. Three feet from her was a familiar face, though she couldn't put a name to it. ----- It was late afternoon when Marinda awoke. Kumiko was still at her post, but Megan was sitting in with her now. Marinda sat upright and scanned the room. Kumiko was uncomfortable to be this close to the woman, but she had her orders. Even this woman deserved some sympathy, or so Ron had decided. "Please be still. You will not be harmed here." She hoped she wasn't lying, but really didn't know. "Master Ron has told me to look after you. Megan, please go get Master Ron." Megan left the room to go find Ron. "Would you like some ice water?" "Yes, please." Marinda croaked. Her throat was parched, and she had some difficulty swallowing. By the time she had finished the glass, Ron had entered the room. "Good evening. Megan, you can go now." He motioned Kumiko to a seat away from the bed. "I am going to assume you have a good reason for coming here. Your condition would seem to indicate you have been in some sort of fight. Are you feeling up to telling me what is going on?" "May I use a restroom, first?" Ron nodded, and Kumiko showed her the way, then brought her back. She sat down on the bed, and began. "First of all, I do remember what you are. I know you are far stronger than I ever was. I have come to terms with what my life has become. Unfortunately, I have a problem that I don't know how to resolve, and there is something that you need to know. Actually, two somethings." "Okay, what are they?" "First off, your father, my Master, is dead." Ron nodded, and Kumiko bowed her head. "Secondly, you are right. I was in a fight that got your father killed. Two psionics came and broke into our house. I'm still not sure if they were after him or me, but, without my powers, there was nothing I could do." "Who were they?" "I don't know, but they weren't speaking English." "Did you recognize the language?" "No." "May I scan you?" This was not unexpected. She knew he didn't trust her. She figured he wanted to make sure she wasn't lying to him." "Yes." Five minutes later, he looked over at Kumiko. "Russian." "How do you know?" Marinda asked. "You may not recognize it, but you still remember it. I've heard enough languages to be able to recognize regions, at least. That one is definitely Russian." "What does it mean, Master?" Kumiko queried. "I don't know. Marinda, you will remain in this room. You may use the restroom. Until I decide what to do with you, you will be our... guest is the polite term, but prisoner will do. I don't trust you yet." Ron knew that scans could be faked, but only by a real expert. He would do a really in-depth scan on her after dinner. Nobody could fake that. ----- His further scan confirmed that Marinda was, indeed, telling the truth. She had come to Ron because she quite simply didn't know where else to go. The death of his father didn't upset him any. The man was a shit, and everyone knew it. The scan showed his theory to be at least somewhat accurate, in that his father had finally managed to hold a job for more than a month and a half at a time. He had been a security guard at a bank when he died. "So, what happens to me now?" Marinda asked of Ron. They were alone in the guest bedroom. "I have no skills, I can't get a job. What do I do now?" It was awkward. She was fully aware that she had no real cognitive ability. Unlike most stupid people, who are blessed with ignorance of their ignorance, she was quite aware that she was no longer capable of living in the real world. "Don't worry about that for now. I'll think of something. Now, I need to look you over, and make sure there are no serious injuries. Sit still." Ron ran his hands lightly over her body. She shivered at his very touch, still aware of the Power that ran through the person examining her. She was also becoming highly aroused by his caresses, though they were much softer than what she had grown accustomed to at his father's hands. Ron took note of her state. "Feel good?" He asked mischievously. He hadn't had a shot at Marinda that night, leaving her to James. And, besides, her body wasn't exactly ugly. "Yes, it does, sir. Very good." "Would you like me to continue?" "YES... uh, please, sir." Apparently her father either hadn't thought of or didn't like 'Master'. "Very well. Stand up." She did as requested. Ron held her gently for a moment, letting his eyes rove her body. She was wearing what remained of a very nice outfit, a light yellow blouse and a tan skirt. It reminded him of some outfits he'd seen Linda wear. Their wasn't much left of it now, however. He gently undid the fasteners and removed her outer garments, so that now she wore only underwear. He embraced her to remove her bra. She seemed to like that a lot. While he was there, he gave her a kiss. He had meant it to be quick, but it lingered, neither of them really wanting to let go. But, alas, the bra came loose and Ron pulled back, dragging the confining lingerie off her shoulders and down off her arms. Marinda was in ecstasy. She had not felt pleasant caresses such as these for a very long time. Ron's father had been a brutal man, and he'd treated her like shit. Her life forced her to accept it, but it did not make her like it. She could still remember fragments, mere tidbits, of what she'd been once, and you never lose the memory that once you were a powerful individual, one with The Ability. Knowing that was gone was the hardest thing for her to take. Mike's beatings hadn't made things any better, though. She was aware that Ron was directly responsible for her losing The Ability, but there was nothing she could do, even if she'd wanted to. *At least he's gentle.* Ron had removed her panties and stockings, so that she was totally nude now. He stood back to examine her form once more. He could see the discolorations of faded bruises, as well as the fresh black and blue splotches. *Why is it,* he wondered, *that I seem to see a lot of women this way. There's got to be some way to stop maniacs from doing this shit.* Ron moved back in, and gave her another quick kiss, this time keeping it short. He moved behind her, and noticed the striped welts from a severe belt beating. *Damn, what did I sentence this poor woman to?* Then he recalled what she had done to his family. *Well, maybe she got what she deserved, and then again, maybe she's paid enough.* He decided to talk it over with the family later, but he was feeling sympathy for her now. He reached out and massaged her shoulders. They were tight, tense with the day's activity. She relaxed into his grip, letting tension drip off her body. He couldn't effectively do more than this with her standing, so he had her lie down on the double bed in the room. He spread his ministrations out, expanding to cover her back, and eventually her ass and legs. He spent a considerable amount of time just relaxing her body. Eventually, she turned over to face him. He had been doing some healing work while he was rubbing, and she was feeling a lot better now. She thanked him with her eyes, but with her mouth, she said. "You will hurt me, just like your father did." "No, I won't. I may pass you to someone who might, but I will not personally cause you any physical pain." He made himself very specific on that. He wasn't into sadism, and didn't understand how anyone could do that crap. "Look, I punished you for what you did to my family. At the time, I swore if I ever saw you again, I would kill you. Now, I've scanned you, and I know what you've been through in the last year. Maybe you've paid enough. I'll have to talk to the rest of the family to see what we'll do about you." Marinda wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. She wanted to so badly, but the last year had taken most of her hope and stomped on it. "What will you do to me, then?" "I think, for right now, I'm going to screw you." Ron said matter-of-factly, and started to undress himself. This surprised and pleased Marinda, for she figured if he wanted sex, he wouldn't beat her up first. Mike never had. She couldn't understand that Ron wouldn't do any of the things to her that Mike regularly did, so destroyed was her mind and spirit. Ron lay down on the bed, and had her start sucking him. She licked around the head, teasing with light, swift strokes of her tongue. Then she ran her tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. Finally, she brought his prick into her mouth and started sucking. Ron enjoyed this, but it left him with little to do. He formed his extension into its snake-like shape, and started to rub it across her tits. She froze for a moment, then realized it must have been him doing it, and sank into the wonderful sensation it was causing in her. She resumed her sucking, vowing to make him come first. A few minutes later, she knew it was going to be a close one. He moved his extension down to start rubbing across her clit. She was sopping wet down there, and steamy hot. She was writhing on the bed, having a hard time focusing on the task at hand. Finally, she gave in, humming on his cock as her pussy contracted repeatedly, sending shivers up and down her spine. Her humming, however, sent shivers up and down Ron's cock. He'd been doing okay until then, but her humming was just like a vibrator. He couldn't hold back any longer, and gushed a load of sperm down her throat. She swallowed it all, an amazing feat considering the orgasm she was still in the middle of, and kept sucking. When he was hard again, he retracted his extension, and she sat up. Ron indicated to her that he wanted her on all fours. She complied, lifting her ass way into the air and laying her head on a pillow. Ron pushed into her, marveling at how hot she was. He established a steady pace, not too fast, but enough to keep them both breathing a little heavy. He reached around and fondled her breasts. They were big, and soft, with very large nipples. He tired of this position, and had her roll onto her back. The tricky part was that he didn't pull out of her, and barely stopped fucking her long enough for her to do so. He renewed his thrusts, even faster now. Marinda was thrashing about in the midst of another orgasm below him, but he refused to slow the pace. He kept up his thrusting until she came once more, and then changed positions again. This time, she was lying on her side, with him behind her, holding up one of her legs to help with access. Similar to the position he used with Dawn, but more aggressive, he wasn't slowing down for anything now. Finally, he felt he was nearing a time when he would be ready to come. He decided he wanted her ass. He rolled her onto her stomach, and he pulled her up to her knees. He aimed his cock at her rosebud, and pushed. She grunted loudly in protest as his cock entered her ass. "Argh! Oh, shit that..." She stopped, because she could no longer determine whether it hurt really bad, or felt really good. Ron didn't care, either way. He inserted himself all the way in, then set up a slow stroking. As her bowels loosened up, he increased the tempo. Soon, Marinda was grunting and moaning continuously, murmuring things that he mostly couldn't make out. Occassionally, he'd hear, "Oh, yes! More! please More!" and he'd increase the pace just a little more. He felt his own climax approaching. He reached down and played with her clit as he fucked her ass. She screamed in orgasm and slammed back into him, squeezing his cock with her ass. That set Ron off, and he shot his load deep into her bowels. He continued his thrusting until he was completely spent. Slowly, his cock started to shrink inside of her. He bent over and embraced her. "I don't know what we're going to do about you, Marinda, but that sure was fun." Ron climbed down off the bed, and started to dress. Marinda had rolled to her side, but otherwise wasn't moving. "Diane." "Hmm?" Ron replied. "My name. Marinda was something I made up. My real name is Diane. Of course, if you'd prefer to call me Marinda, sir..." "No, I'd prefer Diane. It's shorter. Very well. You may use the bathroom, and the small lounge next door. There's a TV there, and some books. Someone will be here with you all the time, until I decide what to do. Don't worry, at worst, I'll simply have you leave the house, in the company of someone who can appreciate your talents. I'll see you in the morning. Good-night, Diane." "Good-night, sir." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Ron called for a family meeting the next morning. Megan, not having any say in the matter at all, was excused to keep an eye on Diane. Karen stood in the doorway, not really part of the gathering, but listening in. Arranged around the room were all Ron's girls, Kumiko, Sandra, Dawn holding little Nathan, Nikki, Tammy, Jessica, Linda and Nancy. Ron sat for a moment and stared. *You know, as much as I sometimes hate having to deal with everything that comes up, to look around and see all these girls, and they all answer to me! That's gotta be worth the trouble.* "Okay, I've called this meeting for the obvious reason. We have a new guest in the house, one who has, in the past, been a danger to this Family. I need to decide what to do about her, and I'm looking for opinions. Feel free to voice yours now." Sandra immediately spoke up. "I don't want her here. She's a danger to us all. What if she still has her powers? What if James didn't do his job right?" James would have had a coronary at that thought. "Mom, I've scanned her, okay? She's not dangerous anymore. Most importantly, she cannot live on her own. We either keep her here, or I find someone who wants her." "Ron, as much as she isn't physically dangerous anymore, I think she may still have a strong emotional hold on those who were here during the attack." Linda was speaking like her teacher-self now. She continued, "I wasn't here, thankfully, when the Family was attacked. My life in this house has been very pleasant. I'm not sure that would continue to be the case if this lady were allowed to remain." There seemed to be a general consensus of opinion. "Alright. I'll accept that the Family doesn't want her here. That only makes me ask another question: What do I do with her?" Nobody seemed to have an answer to that one. A couple of ideas were bandied about, but nothing sensible or practical. Killing her was out of the question, and he couldn't just release her like a wild animal, either. Then Ron remembered something he had seen once, when Bill had taken him to dinner. He had seen an older man sitting with a beautiful young woman, in her mid or early twenties. * "Who is that guy, Bill?"* * "That's a big oil-man. Why?"* * "Great looking wife." Bill laughed. "What's so funny?"* * "That's not his wife. That's his mistress. She hangs around him because he's got money."* * "Doesn't his wife object?"* * "Not if she knows what's good for her. That guy's divorced three other wives because they complained too much about his affairs."* * I wonder... I'll have to call Bill in on this one.* "Okay, I have an idea, but I'm not sure it will work. I will find a way to remove her from the house within the next few days. Thank you all for your help. Dismissed." As the group broke up, Ron had Jessica tell Megan to bring Diane down. He waited in the living room. Diane and Megan entered together. Diane looked much better now than she had yesterday. "Thank you Megan, that will be all. Please, sit down, Diane." Diane sat quietly on the sofa, wondering what would become of her. "We have just held a family meeting. As you might expect, the rest of the family doesn't want you around." "I understand, sir. What will you do to me?" "I haven't figured that out yet. I'm going to talk to a friend of mine later today. He may be able to find you a good home. Please return to your room, and wait for me there." Diane nodded and left. Ron walked to the phone. "Hello, Mr. Chaffey to speak with Mr. Simmons, please... Regarding? A business arrangement... Yes, I'll hold." Ron tapped his foot to the music for a total of about five seconds. "Ron, boy! How the hell have you been!" "Just fine, Bill, just fine. How are you and your wife?" "Great, great! Hey, I just got one question for you." "Shoot." "I don't suppose there's anything you can do to make her get her tubes tied, huh? I mean, I don't want them snipping around on me, and we don't want any more kids, but she won't get it done. I don't guess there's anything you can do, is there?" "Maybe I can, Bill. Look, Bill, there's another matter I need to discuss with you, but not on the phone. Are you free for lunch today?" "For you, anytime. Where is it this time? The Remington again, or..." "No, I need you to come out to the house. It won't be a waste of your time," Ron promised. Bill had never been disappointed yet. "Okay, no trouble. What time?" "Whatever's good for you." "Around one?" "That's fine, I'll see you then." ----- Bill showed up right on time, as usual. "Please come this way, Mr. Simmons." Kumiko escorted him into the formal dining room, where a meal had been prepared by Nancy and Sandra. "Boy, this looks good!" Bill sat down, and Ron joined him. Kumiko and Megan provided service to the two men. "Ron, you are living a charmed life, m'boy!" Ron accepted the compliment, and both men started on their appetizers. "You said you were having trouble with your wife, not wanting to 'get fixed'." "Kind of a cruel term for it, but, yeah, that's the idea. I don't suppose you could make her?" "Bring her by this evening, I think I can do better." Bill, surprised, readily agreed to that. "Now then, have we had any dissatisfied customers?" Bill was basically managing Ron's "reorientation" business for him. "Nary a one. Everyone's just pleased as punch." Bill tended to speak in cliches, and it was annoying, but Ron lived with it. "So, what's cooking today?" Kumiko served them their main dish, a Chicken Cordon Bleu. "Thank you, Kumiko. You are excused." Ron watched her go. So did Bill. "Man, what I wouldn't give to have someone like that walking around the house." "Exactly my point, though I hadn't intended to make it that way." Said Ron, "What *would* you give?" "Huh?" "To have something like that walking around your house, doing what you told her, being there whenever you wanted her?" "What're you gettin' at, Ron?" "Megan, please go get Diane." Megan left to do as she was told. "I'm talking about having...um,... a pet. Just one that walks on two legs." Diane and Megan entered the room just then. "Bill, this is Diane. Diane, please greet Bill." Upon hearing the key phrase, Diane went over, sat in his lap, and wrapped her arms around him. "Hello, sir." She said in a husky voice. Bill was having a very difficult time breathing. The outfit Ron had chosen for Diane wasn't concealing very much, and Bill was getting an eyeful. "Wow! Ron, just what is going on here?" "Well, see Bill, it's like this. Some time ago, Diane there tried to hurt my family. So, similar to what I've been doing in our business, I made some modifications to Diane's personality. Now, she is a completely submissive slave to whomever is designated as her owner. Nice idea, but, you see, I already have enough, and the family doesn't want her around, she brings back bad memories and such." "Well. I don't think Mary would much care for me bringing a brand new pet female home with me..." "That could be fixed, no problem, or, do you know someone you'd like to owe us a favor? Or someone who might be willing to pay the kind of money Diane is so obviously worth?" "You mean... you want to... Sell her?" "Whatever works. It's not like anything we've done together has been, strictly speaking, legal, Bill." "Good point. Can I make some phone calls?" "Absolutely. Diane, let the man up." Diane removed herself, and Kumiko led Bill to the telephone. "How'd it go?" questioned Sandra, after Bill had left. "I think OK. He's making some calls now." ----- In the end, it turned out Bill did have a friend who was looking for a 'faithful companion' who didn't talk back. "He's willing to pay $2 million for her." *Geez! 2 mil' for a woman I don't really like anyway! This could be a really profitable business.* "Sold. When will he be able to pick her up?" "First thing this evening, when he gets off work. He wanted to know how he should pay you." "However he likes. I still pay taxes, just like everyone else. No need to tell them *why* he paid me, though." "Good show. Alright, just one other thing: what does she have to bring with her?" "Just a few sets of clothes, nothing else. He'll have to provide whatever else he wants her to have. Oh, and there is one rule I didn't mention before. She is still my responsibility, so if he beats her hard enough that she needs medical attention, I will reclaim her, without any form of refund." "Understood. I don't think he's that type anyway, but I'll tell him." Ron and Bill shook hands, and Bill went back to work. Sandra, Nancy, and Linda were sitting in the kitchen having coffee together. "Well," said Ron as he walked in, "That's taken care of. Now, we just have to worry about dealing with whatever it is that's coming on the horizon." "What do you mean, Ron?" asked Linda. "What Diane has told me leads me to believe that there is trouble for our family, but I don't know when it's coming, or from where. We need to be ready." "How do we get ready?" queried Nancy. "I'm not sure, but we'll have to think of something." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 22===-- Chapter 22 The Enemy "I think you do have a chance at pulling this off, Ron, but it is going to be quite risky. Do you truly understand, you have a very limited window of time in which to make this work?" Lars, Karen, and Linda were sitting with Ron as they discussed his plan for saving Kumiko. "Yes, I understand that, but it's the only option we've got left. Everyone says I can't beat Mordreon alone. The Guardians are willing to help, but only if we have a plan that will work. This is the best chance we've got. Hell, it's the *only* chance we've got." Ron was pacing the room like a caged animal. Now that he had a plan, he wanted to get after it. But, his first plan had failed because he'd not considered it long enough, he was sure. He could not afford for this plan to fail as well. As things were going, Kumiko had maybe two weeks left, if that. "Can we do it, Ron? I mean, can we really beat him?" Karen wondered. "No, Karen, we can't *beat* him. He's too goddamned strong for that. But, hopefully we can trick him. The Guardians should be able to beat him back after he's lost interest, but I can't guarantee anything." After getting no response, Ron added, "So, we're agreed? This is what we go with." There was consent in the room. "Fine. Let's make this thing work. Linda, I need you to get one of the bedrooms ready, I've written down everything you'll need to do. I've got something I need to do." The group split up to get things ready for their mission. *That's exactly what it is, too. A *mission*. This is our last chance at obtaining our objective, and we've got to make sure the planning stages are all done right. * But he had a short task to finish first. He just couldn't leave it alone. ----- He pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. He knew she was home, though there was no sign of life in the house. He walked up and rang the doorbell. It took a long time before the door opened, and there she stood. "Yes? Oh, it's you. Did you come to get your jacket back?" "No." Ron handed her a card, which she took, and looked at quizzically. She then looked back to him. He explained, "In the near future, you may need a place of safety or refuge. Go to the address on that card, and give it to whomever opens the door. They will let you in, and protect you. I cannot tell you more than that." She was stunned, and all she managed was, "But... why?" "Because as much as you needed me last night, I needed you. To help me remember what it was all about. I know none of this makes any sense to you. Someday, it will. I've taken as much of your time as I should. Have a good evening, ma'am." Without another word, Ron turned and walked back to his truck. *Well, that's out of the way. At least she should be safe when the fighting starts. * ----- Ron returned home to find that preparations were well underway. "I need to go back to the Spirit Realm. We've got to make sure the Guardians will agree to this," Ron told Lars. "Would you like me to come with you?" he asked. "No, they don't know you, and I'm not sure how they'd react. Besides, I'm going into friendly territory, I hope." "Good luck." Ron settled into a recliner, and leaned back. He settled his mind with a breathing exercise, and focused on moving beyond the body. As his mind began to float, he turned all his energy back in upon itself, and suddenly found himself in the Plane of the Watchers. "Hello, Master," Jessica said. Ron turned to see her, as beautiful as ever. He opened his arms, and she came to him. They stood like that for some time, until Ron realized that he didn't really have time to waste. "Jess, I need to get back to Guardian Hall. We think we've come up with a way to save Kumiko and the baby." Jessica nodded, and turned to lead the way. It was only a short distance to Guardian Hall from where he had appeared. "Jess, why didn't I appear at the seashore? It's where you had me leave from." "Master, the seashore is where the Watchers spend most of their time. You can appear anywhere in the Plane. Most likely, you appeared where you did, because that was where I was. Now that you know the way, you can appear there anytime. Sir, we are at the gate path. I am not allowed to go up there, so you must leave me here. I will wait for you." She gave him a brief but warm kiss, and then sat down upon a large rock. Ron turned and headed up the path. He was met at the gate by a large guard. This was new to him. "Your name and business?" the guard demanded. "Ron Chaffey, I am here to see the Three Sisters. They invited me to return." Though the guard gave him a very odd look, he summoned a young girl to take him up to the Hall. The girl was very quiet, and did not volunteer a conversation. Ron was lost in thought, and so didn't really notice. Not until he had entered the Hall and noticed the strained atmosphere, and the look on Calliope's face, did he think something was amiss. "Ma'am? Is something wrong? Has something happened?" Calliope's face darkened with grief. "Yes, Ron. And I'm trying very hard not to blame you for it. You see, Valeria and Callista were taken by demons while they were out patrolling the Spirit Realm. The demons were part of Mordreon's band. We can only conclude that Mordreon is trying to dissuade us from helping you." Calliope's pronouncement hit Ron like a hammer. He staggered, and struggled to catch his breath. "How... how long? Why didn't you have Jessica tell me?" "It's been two Earth days, which is nearly a year in our time. I can only imagine the horrible, disgusting..." Calliope broke off, tears running down her face. Ron wanted to go to her, to comfort her, but she composed herself. "We thought to tell you, but Jessica told us you were in the middle of devising a plan to save your friend, Kumiko, and we didn't wish to distract you further." "Damn it," Ron said. He sat in a nearby chair. His voice was deathly quiet, but then he nearly shouted, "Damn it! Why is it that everything I touch falls apart!" This time, it was Calliope who went to Ron. She wrapped an arm around him until his mood quieted. Ron felt a strangely warm attachment to this woman he didn't know. Then something struck Ron. "You said Val and Callista... what about Minerva?" "Minerva was not with them. She was still here, at Guardian Hall. She is punishing herself for not being with her sisters. I have been unable to get her to eat or sleep since it happened. She flies into a rage anytime anyone comes near her. I fear the situation is hopeless." "May I see her? I need to apologize. You were right to blame me, this *is* my fault." Calliope led him down a hallway, and then another. She pointed him to a door. "She's in there. I don't want to seem cowardly, but I can't bear to see my daughter like that. Please, help her!" The pleading in her eyes tore at Ron's heart. He nodded, and headed for the door. The door was massive. It was carved with a battle scene, with creatures Ron didn't even want to guess at. He thought to knock, but knew instinctively that was not the right approach. He quietly opened the door and walked in. Minerva was standing resolutely, staring out the window at the sky. As he walked toward her, she showed no sign of noticing him. Once he was within range, however, she turned and struck at him wildly. "This is *your* fault!" she screamed. Ron ducked and twisted away from her attacks. He didn't dare to hurt her, and he couldn't find a way to stop her until she'd vented on him. She swung on him repeatedly, missing in her blind rage, screaming epithets and telling him what she thought of him, and humans in general. Eventually, the rage started to burn itself out. Ron had stood and taken the abuse, partly because he agreed with her assessment of blame, but mostly because he knew she needed to lash out at something, anything. As she stood there, beating against his chest, he quietly reached up and grabbed her hands. He pulled her hands together and up, holding them against his chest, so she would look him in the eyes. The hurt he saw there was enough to break his heart. But he had to get her back to a better frame of mind first. "So, it's my fault. Okay, so what? Does that fix things? You've been standing here for a year, blaming me. Has that accomplished anything? No, it hasn't. Your sisters, my friends, are in trouble. *What are we going to do about it?" *He saw the defiance flare in her eyes. *Good. * "What did you expect me to do, go up against Mordreon alone?" "There are who-knows how many Guardians in this place. Take some troops and go get them!" "I can't. A decision like that has to be made by the Judges." "And?" Ron prompted. "And what? They have not made a decision like that in eons. Why would they risk that kind of trouble for my sisters?" "Did you bother to ask?" He didn't let her answer when he saw the look in her eyes. "I didn't think so. Never assume the worst, or that's exactly what you'll get. I learned that lesson the hard way. Can anyone ask the Judges?" "Yes, but it's a very formal thing. You've got to know the rules, and the procedures, and... and I don't know them." She began sobbing against his chest. Now was time for support. "Can we learn them?" he asked kindly. "There are books," she sobbed, "But it will take too long to memorize it all..." Her entire body was shaking now. "Not for me, it won't," he said, "It's a skill I've mastered. It will only take me as long to learn it as it will to read it. We've got to try." Minerva looked up at him, her eyes rimmed with tears, but with a glimmer of hope. "Do you really think... do we have a chance?" "There's always a chance, Minerva. You can't ever give up trying. Once you've given up trying, there's no chance at all. Until then, there's always some hope of success." She melted against him, and he let go of her hands. She wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. Again she looked up at him, with a look he had long come to recognize. She led him over to her bed. It was very Spartan, very much less decorated than the room he had first been brought to. As she walked, she undid the sash around her, and dropped it to the floor. Upon reaching the bed, she turned to him, her robe unfastened. "It was unfair of me, of us, to blame you for this. After all, we brought you here, you didn't ask to come. It's the noon hour, so the books we need are not available just now. Please, lie with me, and let me apologize properly." Though Ron was a little dismayed by the formality of her statement, her body had most of his attention. Her robe wasn't open very far, and so revealed nothing, but his imagination was filling in most of the details. He embraced her, and she tilted her head up to meet his mouth. As their lips touched, Ron reached inside her robe at waist level. He moved his hands around to her ass, and pulled her gently to him. Once again, her body melted into his. Ron slowly edged his hands up and to the sides, parting her robe away from her body. As his hands reached her shoulders, she shrugged the garment off, allowing it to fall to the ground. The young woman was now completely nude, but Ron was still fully dressed. This would soon change, however. Minerva broke the kiss, and pulled Ron's T-shirt off him. She worked her way down his chest, kissing and nipping the flesh as she went. When she reached his nipples, she tongued each one extensively, setting Ron all a-tingle with pleasure. She continued on down, past his navel, until she got to his belt. She unfastened his belt and pants, and pushed them down and off his legs. She took a more careful hold of his briefs, and slowly peeled these off his body. Now they were both nude, and Minerva took Ron's dick gently in hand. She blew a warm breath over its length, watching it twitch and lengthen. She flicked her tongue gently along the underside of his shaft, seeing it stiffen as she played. She placed sloppy kisses from the base all the way up the shaft until she reached the head of his dick. Then she engulfed him, all the way down her throat, full length until her nose was buried in his pubic hairs. Ron was in so much pleasure it was painful. Minerva began sucking him off with all her strength. She eased him out of her mouth slowly, and then plunged him back in to the full depth. Ron was shuddering with the ecstasy of it. He rested his hands lightly on her head, but she needed no encouragement, she was fully into what she was doing. Minerva continued this treatment for some time, Ron doing his best to hold off his impending blow. But he just wasn't able, and finally he spurted his load down her throat, and she took it all, and kept sucking, as if to find more. When she finally pulled off him, he was fully hard once more. She stood up, took one long look at his rock hard cock, and then she jumped onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. His cock was nestled in her pussy fur, ready to enter her. She said, "Enough with the formal crap. Fuck me, dammit!" Ron reached down, and adjusted himself so his dick was properly positioned. Then Minerva allowed herself to sink onto his rod. She let out a loud "Oh!" as her body fully engulfed his member. Ron staggered over to the bed, and dropped down onto it, Minerva still wrapped tightly around him. He started humping into her, pumping himself in and out of her warm, tight hole as fast as he could. Minerva was screaming and thrashing in the pleasure of the moment. She pushed him to higher and higher levels, with her voice and with her body. Suddenly, her body exploded in orgasm, her voice resounding through the room as she shrieked her climax. Ron held on for dear life, and kept pounding away, extending her orgasm as long as he could. Once she started to come down from her peak, she looked at him lustfully, and kissed him hard on the mouth. Once they broke the kiss, she said, "I want you in my ass. Now." Ron pulled himself out of her, and flipped her over roughly. He positioned himself at her rosebud, and started to press in slowly. He was too slow for her, however, and she began to push back as hard as she could. Very quickly, Ron was fully buried in her ass, his stomach resting against her ass cheeks. "Fuck my ass, you stud! Fuck me good!" Minerva growled, like a cat in heat. Ron began rutting into her ass, moving in and out as fast as his body would take him. He reached up and grasped her tits, mauling them as he fucked her ass. He was not far from his own orgasm this way, and she was quickly approaching another. He took hold of her nipples and twisted lightly, sending a twinge of pain and pleasure through her body. It was enough to send her over the edge, and once again her shrieks of pleasure filled the room. Her ass clamped down on his prick, and that was enough for him. He shot his full load deep into her ass. They were both exhausted when they came down, so they lay down on the bed for some rest. They both fell asleep, resting in each other's arms. ----- "These books read like... well like law books, I suppose," Ron said, chuckling. "Of course, that's exactly what they are, so I don't see why I'm surprised." He'd been reading for the better part of two Spirit days, and was almost through the information he needed to have to confront the Judges. "Yes, but you'd better make sure you get the formalities right, otherwise they won't even listen to you," Minerva warned. She'd been with him for the entire two days, passing him books to read, and pointing out the relevant passages. "A Guardian hasn't been in front of the Judges to make this kind of request in my lifetime, which is a pretty long time." "Well, I think I have the procedures down. I'm looking for... 'arguments for the prosecution', I think it would be called. I'm looking for stuff that will convince them we're right." She passed him another book. "This is the only book on demon law we have." It was a very small book. "There aren't very many rules that demons will follow." Ron glanced through it quickly, looking for sections that might apply. "Ah-ha! Found it!" He read through the section speedily, and then went back and studied it carefully, memorizing every word. Then he turned to Minerva. "I think we're ready. How do we get to the court, anyway?" "We walk, how else?" She smiled at him. "Come on, let's go get Mother. She'll want to go with us." They entered the great hallway of the Council of Judges. Standing before them was a massive Spirit, nine feet tall. "He's a Centurion," Minerva whispered. "He guards the Council. You'll have to start by telling him your business." The guard stared down at the three of them expectantly. Ron stood erect and said, "Ronald Chaffey, representative of the Guardian Society and the Earth Realm, requests an audience with the Council of Judges to discuss an issue of importance to both Earth and the Guardians. Will you please inform them that we are here?" The guard was unimpressed. "Wait here," he said, his voice booming through the hall. He walked off, leaving them standing alone. They said nothing as they waited, all of them too nervous to talk or joke. When the guard returned, he was accompanied by a much less imposing individual. "Hello, my name is Jarvis. I understand you wish to see the Judges. May I ask what the issue to be brought before the court is concerning?" The man had a sniveling expression, and walked quickly and quietly, shoulders slightly hunched. He reminded Ron of a mouse. "I wish to discuss with the Judges... An act of war." Ron was gratified to see the terrified look on the man's face. "Oh! Please, come this way." As they walked , Calliope put her hand on Ron's arm to get his attention. Seeing the questioning look on her face, he gave her a reassuring smile and a wink. She shrugged, and they continued to walk. Jarvis led them to a set of double doors, closed and guarded by two more Centurions. The Centurions parted at Jarvis' approach, and pulled the doors open. The four of them entered the Council Chamber. Jarvis drew himself up as straight as he could as he announced, "Your Honors, there appears before you a representative of the Earth Realm who wishes to speak with you about..." Here, Jarvis' voice stumbled. He cleared his throat, and continued shakily, "About an act of war." The Judge in the center of the large bench before them spoke, his voice sonorous and clear. "Let him speak." Jarvis quickly motioned them forward as he disappeared into a corner to be away from them all. Ron stepped up, glanced at his two companions, and, seeing their support, began his speech. "Your Honors, my name is Ronald Chaffey. I come before you as a representative of the Earth Realm and the Society of Guardian Hall. I come before you today to speak of a most serious matter, committed by a band of demons against the Earth, and Guardian Hall. This act was the kidnapping of two prominent Guardians, known to you as Valeria and Callista Calliopis. These individuals, while performing their normal duties, were abducted by a group of demons under the leadership of Mordreon, an eighth-level demon presently affecting the Earth Realm. "The request being made of the Council at this time is that your Honors would release the Centurions and the Guardians to assault the stronghold of Mordreon in the Demon Realm, and to rescue our comrades, Valeria and Callista. I know that the Council will not make such a decision lightly, or in haste, so let me please outline for you why we believe that this is the proper course of action at this time. "First, the rule of law states that an armed assault may be used to remove a destabilizing influence to the Realms, either Earth or otherwise. Your Honors, in that these two individuals are great supporters of the Earth Realm, and have invested a great deal of energy into protecting its positive course, anything that bars them from continuing their work by its very nature destabilizes the Realm. Further, as I have been told that I am an important part of the future of Earth Realm, I must speak for myself. I consider these two individuals friends, and, as such, I feel compelled to rescue them at any cost. Since I would certainly be destroyed in such an attempt, and my destruction would be a serious disruption to the stability of Earth Realm, I ask you to consider this in your decision. "Second, the law states that anything having a severe negative impact on the Earth Realm directly is liable to a forceful resolution. As I have pointed out already, these individuals were staunch protectors of the Earth Realm, and there is serious negative impact being done simply by their absence. We cannot know how many humans have already been harmed by their absence over what has been only two Earth days. I would remind you, respectfully, that you have an obligation to the positive course of the Earth Realm, and that this affront has caused a serious negative turn. "Further, the law states that any action that causes a severe negative impact on any Spirit Society requires a forceful response. Your Honors, if you had been to Guardian Hall in the last Spirit Year, you would have seen how distraught their society is. You would have noticed the increased vigilance, the overwhelming security precautions they have been forced to take. The very nature of the Guardians' task requires an optimistic outlook, and this has been severely damaged by the loss of their two comrades. In the name of the Society of Guardian Hall, I am stating a formal request for assistance at this time. "Continuing, it should be pointed out that, by holding these two Guardians for an extended period of time, which the law states as any longer than two Spirit Days, the Mordreon band has broken Spirit Law. Valeria and Callista have been held for an entire Spirit Year, your Honors! That is nearly 200 times as long as the law allows for. Since the order of any society is kept together not only by its laws, but by the *enforcement* of those laws, it behooves us to take action in the upholding of this law. "It should also be noted, your Honors, that, by taking prisoners in any form of battle or contest, the Mordreon band has executed an act of war, as established by the code of the Demon Rules, section twelve, which states that under no circumstances are prisoners to be taken and held captive, but are to be destroyed or driven off in any hostile action or unprovoked attack. Your Honors, the Demons have disdained your authority, and have chosen even to ignore their own rules in attacking the Guardian Society in such a cowardly manner. Since they have chosen to conduct an act of war, it is only appropriate and right for us to respond in kind. I would ask again for your permission to send forth the Centurions and Guardians to take this matter in hand. "Finally, your Honors, and I know your time is valuable, so I will take very little more of it, I would ask you to consider one last point. According to the book of Spirit Law, the job of the Council of Judges is to preside over the positive flow of events in all of the Realms. The Earth Realm, The After Realms, and, of course, the Spirit Realm. Your Honors, how can you, as fair and honest guarantors of justice, attempt to preside over the positive flow of these other realms, when there is a serious negative flow in your own? I mean no disrespect by this, I only intend to show you how inequitable the present situation is, so that you may have all the facts before you as you make your decision. "Your Honors, as the representative of the Earth Realm, and the Society of Guardian Hall, I thank you for your time, and we await your judgment." Ron stepped down off the speaking platform, but remained beside it in the event of questions. There were none, so he returned to his seat. The central Judge intoned, "Thank you, Mr. Chaffey, for your passion and your eloquence. This Council will recess to chambers to discuss the issues before us. Please wait here for our return. Jarvis will provide you with refreshment, if you so desire. Court in recess." The Judges rose silently, and walked to the side door leading to chambers. None of them looked at him as they left, which caused Ron to worry. "It was a great speech," Calliope said. "But was it enough?" Ron responded. "We'll have to wait and see." They waited for only a short time before a young lady approached them. "Mr. Chaffey? The Judges would like to see you in chambers, please." Ron looked to his companions. There had been nothing in the law books about this. Calliope said, "I don't know what they want, Ron, but it's best not to keep them waiting." Ron followed the lady through the side door into the Judges Chamber. There, all the Judges were seated at a table, a little less formally than they had been in the Council room. The head justice spoke up. "Mr. Chaffey, please sit down. Would you like some refreshment?" Ron indicated that he did not, so the Judge continued, "It is very unusual for a human to make a request of the Judges. Actually, anymore it is unusual of anyone to make a request. I think sometimes that we have been ruling too long. Anyway, that is neither here nor there. We had a couple of questions, of a more personal nature, to ask you, and we didn't want you to be hindered by the presence of others." "I appreciate the thought, your Honor. What would you like to know?" Ron replied. "How long have you known about this problem with Callista and Valeria?" "Two... no, three Spirit Days, sir." "Really? You learned the full formality of the request procedure in just that short a time? Impressive. But tell me, why do you really care what happens to those two?" "Well, sir, there are two reasons. First of all, they saved my life just a short time ago, and I consider them friends. Also, It was they who promised me the help of the Guardians in saving a young lady's life from this demon, Mordreon. Oh, and one more thing, sir, is that Mordreon would not have bothered with them if it had not been for me, so I feel extremely responsible for the position they are in." "I see," said the head justice, "Well. Ron, I'll be honest with you. Until forty-five minutes ago, the Council knew nothing of this problem. Had it been presented to us as early as nine months ago, we would have responded favorably to a request for assistance. To have it brought to us by a human tells us that we are woefully out of touch with the Spirit Realm. For that piece of information more than any other, we owe you a debt. We have sent two scouts to find out where they are holding Val and Callie, and we will see what strength of force must be fought. I assume you will want to go with the assault force?" "If that is permitted, sir." "Normally, it is not. However, we are going to make an exception in your case, because you have a vested interest in the outcome. Also, you may be of some help in leading the ladies away from the battle. You will take orders from the Centurions, however. Is that understood?" The voice was stern, and not to be argued with. "Yes sir. My only interest is in the safety of those two girls. To that end, I will do whatever your warriors tell me to." "Very good. Go join your friends in the chamber. We will come out to you when we have the scouts' report." Ron was led out of the chamber and back to his waiting companions. "What did they say?" Minerva asked. Ron could see that Calliope was just as anxious to know. "Well, they said they've sent some scouts to find where Val and Callista are. It looks like it's a go." Amid their smiles, Ron decided not to tell them the other part of the conversation. If the Judges wanted them to know that, they would tell the Guardians themselves. After a couple hours, the Judges came back to the Council Chamber. The demeanor of the Judges was returned to its somber state. Ron wasn't sure if they'd received bad news, or if this was just the way they looked when in an official role. "We call this court to order," intoned the Judge. "Mr. Chaffey, would you and your companions take the podium, please?" After they did so, the Judge continued, "Mr. Chaffey, I have sat on this Council for longer than the United States has been in existence. And in all my time, never has a human come before this court. To have done so, and spoken so well and so succinctly to plead your case speaks well of you, and your people. I would like to enter official thanks into the record for bringing this matter to our attention. "Calliope Sarenis, Minerva Calliopis, I tell you now that this matter should have been brought before the court a long time ago. As the ruling family of the Society of Guardian Hall, it is your responsibility to lead your people. When you show a reluctance... or even a *fear* to come before the Council, it reflects rather poorly on us. However, in light of some of your past dealings with this Council, I understand that you may have felt that a negative response was a given. In light of that, I will render no decision on this matter at all, but set it aside. I ask that you consider more carefully your actions in the future. You have chosen your spokesperson well: the lad is either very well trained, or has a good heart. I choose to believe the latter. "In the matter before this court, the Council has already taken steps. A short time ago, a scouting party returned from Demon Realm. The two sisters are alive, and all right, but somewhat worse for the wear. They are guarded by twelve demons, of a moderate strength. "The Council's decision, therefore, is this: We hereby order the second brigade, Centurion battle force, to send out an expedition of no less than thirty-six men. They will be accompanied by Mr. Chaffey, who will serve in an observer's role only, unless otherwise directed by the Centurion leader. Their only objective is the safe recovery of the two Guardians aforementioned in the plea before the court. Upon the safe extraction of the two Guardians, the assault force is to return to the Centurion Garrison, with the exception that Mr. Chaffey and the two ladies may return directly to Guardian Hall. Mr. Chaffey, if you will wait outside, you will be taken to the Centurion leader. Ladies, I suggest you wish him luck. As for me, I don't think he needs it. May the future favor you, Mr. Chaffey. This court is adjourned." Ron was taken to meet the commander of the attack force. Ron stared up at the nine-foot giant, glistening in his battle armor, his sword sheathed at his left side, and some sort of staff across his back. The man noticed Ron's discomfort, and quickly sat down to be closer to eye level. "My name is Marius, I am colonel of the fourth column of the second brigade of the Centurion battle force. I am told that you are the human responsible for our mission." "Well, sir, I did bring the issue to the attention of the Council, but it was ultimately their decision." Ron was horribly intimidated by this man. "Aaah! Let's cut the crap, shall we? I know Valeria. She's a damned fine fighter. Any mission aimed at saving her cute little butt is just fine with me! So, have you any thoughts about how to deal with this scenario?" "Sir, with all due respect, the only time I've fought a demon, I had my head handed to me, so I don't think I'm the guy to be asking for advice." Marius' laugh rolled out of his body. "Yes! Quite so. Oh, humans are so much fun! Now I know what the Guardians get out of their job. Well, come then, and we'll show you what we've cooked up." ----- Ron was flabbergasted at the mixture of the old and the new. He was riding on... no doubt about it, it was a hover-chariot, self-powered, but with no visible means of propulsion. Yet his companion was wielding what was described as a lance. It didn't look much like a lance, at least not the ones he'd seen in cartoons, but the soldier with him had told him it was an energy weapon, not intended to be used for actually striking an object. They were at the tail end of a formation of fifty such chariots, just now entering the Demon Realm through the gateway guarded by a full company of Centurions, fully geared and ready for battle. "Are they our backup?" Ron shouted over the din of the moving vehicles. "No," replied the soldier with him. "They guard that gate permanently. They cannot leave that post unless they are relieved by another company. The Demon Realm is a nasty place, and we don't want their kind in the Centurion Garrison." They rode on in silence, his driver keeping in tight formation with his comrades. As they approached the objective, the column slowed, and spread out across a larger front. Finally, the column stopped. The hover-chariot settled to the ground as Marius approached. "Ron, the encampment is just over that rise. We intend to make a frontal attack, across a wide front. If there are indeed only twelve of them, they will be very preoccupied with us. You and Buran here will slip around behind them, and find our friends. Once you've got them untied, get them into the chariot, and get the hell out of Dodge, understood?" "Yes sir!" They both chimed. "Good. Buran, when you're halfway to the gate, let off a signal burst, and we'll disengage. We'll keep them from following you back. Good luck!" Buran snapped a salute, which Marius returned. Then Marius strode off to his chariot, while Buran moved them off to the left end of the line. Marius gave the signal, and the line of chariots roared into life, riding over the ridge like a cavalry charge of old. Ron watched in fascination as the demons came out to fight, quickly finding cover from the bursts from the energy lances. ----- "I count about twenty demons, Buran!" cried Ron. "Twenty, a thousand, it doesn't matter at this point!" he shouted back, racing the chariot over the rocky ground, moving to get around the formation without being seen. ----- Marius crouched behind the protective framework of his chariot. The demons were using grenades, which he had not been ready for. He didn't expect them to be so well armed. To his right, Vernon rose, fired, and fell, a large hole punched in his chest from a burst from a small energy cannon. *Judges! Where the hell did they get that from? *He moved his right flank forward cautiously, hoping to pull the demons' attention away from his left side, where Ron and Buran were just now moving past his line. ----- "Fuck!" bellowed Buran. "Where in all the After Realms did they get THAT?" He pushed the throttle on his chariot to full power, accelerating so fast that Ron nearly lost his balance. ----- "Michael! Jeremiah! Lob... NOW!" ordered Marius. His two mortars launched an amazing blast of plasma into the middle of the demons. Three fell to the ground, wounded or dead. Two more jumped clear of the blast. The rest just kept firing. More grenades fell into the midst of the Centurions. And more Centurions kept falling. ----- Ron and Buran reached the back of the demon camp. "I can't see anything, Ron," Buran said. "One of us will need to move forward while the other covers him from here." "Let me go, Buran." Upon seeing the look Buran gave him, he said, "I'm smaller than you. They're less likely to see me. Plus, you're likely a better shot with that damned thing than I'd be." "Okay, GO!" Buran yelled. Ron raced forward, sprinting from tree to bush to rock, moving steadily forward, all the time praying that he wouldn't be seen. ----- Marius saw his opening. "Left flank forward!" He'd seen Buran and Ron head past some time ago, and knew it was now time to keep the enemy's attention focused forward. ----- Ron was now at the edge of the clear area. He crept slowly around the perimeter, trying to find the two girls. Finally, he saw them, shackled against a stone wall; their legs had to be cramping. *Even spirits have got to get tired after a while...* He gave a signal to Buran, and moved out carefully. ----- Marius' troops had closed to half of their original distance. He was down to thirty-five troops, though, and that wasn't good. *Come on, you two... Let's get this over with! * ----- Neither girl had their eyes open when Ron got to them. He immediately felt for a pulse, then felt foolish. *Do spirits *have* a pulse? *He was surprised to find that he did, indeed, feel a pulse. As he touched her, Callista stirred. She opened her eyes as Ron looked at her chains. "Ron! My God, what are you doing here?" Then she heard the battle raging in the background. "What's going on?" "You didn't think I was going to leave you here to rot, did you?" Ron said. Callista shared a look with Valeria, who was now awake also. "We'd almost lost hope, but I knew you'd find a way," Valeria said. "Yeah, well I came as soon as I knew about it. You know, you've only been here a little over two Earth days. It's a good thing I showed up when I did." His voice was strained as he tried to pry the shackles off them. He focused his mental energy on them and, with some effort, managed to get Callista's hands loose, at which point she gave him a furious hug. As Callista let him go to free her feet, he spotted Buran behind him. "Maybe this will be faster," Buran said, removing his sword. Ron could see the energy pulsing through the blade, and Buran merely flicked it against Valeria's shackles and they fell apart. Ron finished freeing Callista, who fell against him as she had to support her own weight. "Buran, can you carry Val?" Buran nodded, and nearly flung her over his shoulder. Ron lifted Callista into his arms, and then ran for the hover-chariot. ----- "Charge! Full Frontal Assault!" screamed Marius, urging his men forward. They had reached the compound. He had only thirty men left now. But the demons only had five, and were falling back quickly. ----- Buran was racing the chariot at breakneck speed back toward the gate to the Centurion Garrison. He slowed down only momentarily to fire off a blinding burst of energy into the sky, then revved his speed back to maximum. ----- "Okay, troopers! Fall back! Fighting retreat! Move, move, move!" Marius and his team ran back for their chariots. Two more demons lay dead, but there were now only twenty-three Centurions. The demons pursued them to the edge of the compound, but, not knowing their prize had been stolen, they didn't follow. "They'll be after us soon enough. Rear flank, keep your eyes open! Full speed! Back to the Garrison!" The chariots roared over the rise, out onto flat ground, tearing up the distance to the gate. Buran and Ron waited for the returning force at the gate. The two girls slept in the chariot, exhausted from their ordeal. The company of troops around them tensed at the sound of approaching engines, but relaxed when they saw who was at the front. Marius came over to Ron after reaching the gate. "Did we win?" asked Marius. "See for yourself, sir," replied Ron, gesturing into the chariot. Marius leaned over and looked in. "Indeed we did. Good work, Ron!" "Sir, I'd like to thank you and your men for this. You lost a lot of men out there, for just two women. I'm not sure how that's fair..." "Son, we're Centurions. Nothing makes us happier than to die in battle. Dying to save a Guardian, well... legends will be written about those who fell today. Buran," he turned to the soldier. "Take these three back to Guardian Hall. After that, get yourself a shower and some rest. We've all earned it today." ----- There was a small crowd gathered as the chariot pulled up to the Guardian Hall main gate. Dozens of Guardians cheered the return of their comrades, and their hero, Ron. The two ladies were helped out of the chariot by a slew of people, but when it was obvious that they needed to rest, and weren't up to such a gathering, the crowd quickly backed away, allowing them the space they needed. Each in turn embraced their mother, and then took the arm of another Guardian to help them off to rest. Calliope and Minerva remained, waiting for Ron to climb down. He turned to Buran. "Great work out there, man. Glad to have you, all of you, along on this one." Buran bowed slightly. "Always here to serve. And you didn't do half-bad yourself. Now, I really need a shower, so why don't you go take care of the ladies who are waiting for you, hmm?" Buran gave him a smile and a wink, and Ron shook his head ruefully as he clambered down off the chariot. He waved as Buran pulled away. "You don't look too banged up, I guess," Calliope said. "I had the easy part," Ron replied. "The Centurions did all the work. I hope those two are going to be okay." "There's an old saying in Guardian Hall. 'If you make it back from the battle, you'll live.' They're here thanks to you, Ron." Calliope's voice left her. Minerva, who had been quiet to this point, merely gave him a fierce hug, a soft kiss, and then turned to go where her sisters had gone. Calliope regained her voice. "Minerva's still a little shaken. Now she blames herself for not having the courage to go to the Council herself. And I, too, should have done it. Thank you, Ron, for showing us the way." They were walking toward the Hall, and entered just as a rain shower began. "Uh-oh. Looks like a heavy one today. We get occasionally heavy storms of rain here. It keeps the plants healthy, but it gets us soaked. Come on in and take a rest before you head home." Ron and Calliope retired to a small sitting room. Ron revealed what he had been thinking since she had thanked him. "You know, I didn't exactly help them entirely out of the goodness of my heart. I have my own problem, and I need them to help me with it. Without them, I don't think I can do it. Or, at least without someone to convince the other Guardians to help me." Calliope rose and went to the window, staring out at the rain pouring from the sky. "I don't think you'll have any trouble finding volunteers now, Ron. Do you think any Guardian doubts your motives? Not very damned likely. Besides," she said, closing the curtains and turning to him in the now dimly lit room, "You're forgetting that I'm still here. I have more authority than they do." She had moved over beside him, and settled onto the sofa, facing him, only an arm's length away. "Yes, ma'am, but-" she stopped him. "My name is Calliope. If you're going to call everyone here who is older than you 'ma'am', you'd better start calling *everyone* that." She chuckled at his bemused expression. "Okay, Calliope. What I was going to say is that, well... I guess they have more of a connection with me. For all the reasons you know about already." "Yes, I do know. And you know what else I know?" He shook his head. "I know that it is unfair for them to have all the fun." She slid over to him, pressing her warm, soft body up against his. She kissed him urgently, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, swirling and twitching, and then she sucked his tongue into her mouth, encouraging him to explore. She had pressed him back against the sofa. He could barely move, not that he wanted to get away. This woman was *hot*, and she was also beautiful. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back. Her large, soft breasts pressed into his chest, the nipples burning little points into him. Her strong legs rested on either side of him, her crotch a pool of warmth in his lap. She broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt off of him. She loosened the ties on her robe, but did not pull it off. Her mouth re-engaged his as her hands worked at his belt and pants. Once she had his pants fully undone, she rubbed her robe-covered pussy up and down his crotch, getting him fully hard. Once she felt he was ready, she pulled his dick out of his briefs, holding him firmly in her hand. With her other hand, she lifted her robe up out of the way, and impaled herself on his cock. She let her robe fall back down, covering their joining. Ron regained enough of his senses to reach up to her tits, and knead them gently, feeling her nipples pressing into his palms. She started moving herself on his dick, sliding faster and faster as her excitement grew. Soon her movements were so great that remaining lip-locked was impossible. Ron engaged a tit instead, sucking on her nipple until it was rock-hard. He switched to the other nipple as she continued to ride him, bucking furiously in his lap. He started bucking back up at her, and she grew even more frantic, moaning out her lust for him. Very soon, her body was wracked with pleasurable spasms, her body seizing in the joy of orgasm. Her mouth was locked in a silent wail of ecstasy. She continued bucking on his cock until she came down from her peak. Suddenly, she climbed off him, leaving him unfinished. But she wasn't done with him yet. She knelt and took his manhood into her warm mouth. She slowly sucked him into her mouth, caressing his balls with her hands while her tongue danced along his dick. She ran her tongue all the way around the head, and then slid her mouth back down his length, all the time sucking and licking and caressing as she went. Ron couldn't take much of this, and soon was blasting the back of her throat with his cum. She sucked it all down, and kept right on going. When she had him fully hard again, she pulled off her robe. With a clear view of her body, he knew she was damned good looking no matter how old she might have been. She grabbed his cock gently and held it in place. She turned to face away from him, and settled down into his lap, his cock sliding slowly into her ass. Once she was fully impaled, she wiggled in his lap, sending shivers through his engulfed cock. He reached up for her breasts, cupping them, and tweaking her nipples lightly. Each time he did this, she shivered, and he could feel the sensation all the way down his cock. Once they were both ready, they began a steady rhythm. Up and down she went, faster and faster. Soon, they were rutting into each other hard enough that the slapping sound filled the room. So did her screams of bliss. Their bodies hurtled toward the peak of pleasure; nothing would stop them now. Ron reached down and started plucking her clit. Her body was wracked with a massive orgasm, her body thrashing up and down on his prick. Her ass was gripping his cock in waves, and it was more than he could take. He spewed his seed deep into her ass, and the sensation shot her even higher. They were both groaning out their pleasures, giving voice to the inner animal that they had let loose. Finally, they came down. They lay back on the couch, Ron's dick still buried in her ass, slowly shrinking from its aroused state. She turned her head to face him, and they shared a long, sensuous kiss. "Now," she said, "I know what the girls were so happy about." She smiled at him. It was one of the most beautiful smiles he'd ever seen. "Thank you for giving me back my daughters. Why don't you rest now? I'm sure the girls will be able to talk to you in an hour or so." Ron was in no shape to disagree. She laid with him until he fell asleep. He never felt his cock slip from her as she rose and covered him with a blanket. Ron awoke to a gentle urging. "Ron, the girls are ready for you to talk to them. But I must warn you, they are not ready for action yet." It was Calliope, quietly urging him to rise and join the rest of the worlds. "Okay, let me get dressed, and we'll go." Ron quickly put his clothes back on, no longer embarrassed in front of her. Just before they left the room, he gave her a quick kiss, and a light caress on her ass. He whispered, "You're just as good as any of them. Maybe even better." She smiled at him, and led him out of the room. After making sure the two were really all right, Ron outlined his plan. "This is the only shot we've got. If you can't help me, then we're dead in the water." Ron stared at them plaintively. "It's a good plan," Callista said quietly, "But right now, we're just not up to it." "How long will you need to recover?" Ron asked. "A couple of years. Say, four or five days in Earth Time," Calliope answered for them. "If you want them in good shape to fight. And we'll need to get others on our side. Of course, that's not really a problem. You'll have as many Guardians as we can spare, Ron. We might even convince the Centurions to help out somehow." "How? The battle is in... well, it's in Kumiko's head. Isn't that in Earth Realm still?" Ron asked. "Yes, but there are other ways to have an effect on Mordreon other than a frontal attack. Let us worry about that part of it, I have to see if I can convince them to help out, anyway." Calliope said. "Okay, so we're agreed?" Ron asked. He got nods. "I've got to get home. I don't think they expected me to be gone this long, even if it is only a couple of hours. I'll be back in five Earth Days. That's cutting it closer than you know, but I think I can keep her going for that long. Get well, please. And, for God's sake be careful! I can't take too many more of these rescue missions." He smiled at them, and each one of them gave him a hug and a kiss. Minerva was the last of the sisters to approach him. "Thank you. For everything." She kissed him warmly, "Especially for not letting my stubborn attitude get in your way. You be careful, too. You've got more things to worry about than we do." She embraced him, and then turned away. Calliope led him out of the room. "In all of Minerva's thirty-three hundred Spirit Years, she's never managed to give in to anybody until now. Thank you again for all you've done." They were standing now at the gate leading out of Guardian Hall. "I will miss you while you are away. Be safe." She kissed him warmly, and embraced him. This time it was he who had to turn away. "I will be back here soon," he said. "I promise." "We'll be waiting." She waved as he headed through the gate. True to her word, Jessica was waiting on her rock. "Jess, didn't you get wet? You didn't have to wait for this long." "I had nothing better to do, Master. Besides, it does not rain here. Only in there. Things are quiet at home, but they are concerned about your extended absence." "Well, we should get going then. There's no reason I can't leave from right here, is there?" "None at all, if you can find the way." "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can..." They both chuckled at the joke. "I'll be waiting for you when you get there." She kissed him lightly, and faded off into the distance, into nothingness. He focused his attention, turned it in on itself, and tunneled his way back to reality. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 16===-- Chapter 16 Research For the next few weeks, Ron devoted his time to teaching Michelle, and to a lesser extent Karen, the "tricks of the trade" of psionics. Michelle progressed rapidly, finishing up most of her work in five weeks. Karen took longer, but did eventually catch on. Michelle achieved the level of psion-11. Karen's present level was only psion-8, but that would improve as she matured. Finally, it was time to get down to some real work. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "So, am I going to get to help you with your project, or are you through with me?" Michelle asked, after Ron had presented her with her "graduation" certificate. "Mickey, you can stick around as long as you like. And I would appreciate some help with this project. I have no idea where to begin." "Well, what do we have to do?" "Oh, nothing much. Just be able to control the minds of everyone in the United States." Sarcasm was dripping from Ron's voice. "How?" Michelle inquired. "If I knew that, I'd already be working on it. We have two basic options: audio and video. Audio is easier to work with, so we'll start there." "Whatever you say, Boss." She replied with a smirk. Ron was caught short, then saw the look on her face. "Not now, Mickey, we've got work to do." Her face fell until he added, "Maybe later, after we get some stuff done here." And, with that, they set about doing some research into audio technology and the effects of sound on the brain. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Three weeks later, and their first experiment was ready to run. Of course, it was hard to get work finished, what with all the interruptions for 'extracurricular events,' but somehow they managed. "Okay, Mickey, it's ready. Or, at least, I *think* it's ready. Who do we test it on?" "Why not try it on me? I trust you." That was reassuring to know, Ron thought. "It won't work. I already tried it on myself. Whatever it is in our heads, they block out this kind of subconscious signaling. I'm hoping that doesn't mean it won't work on regular people." "What about the family members?" "Well, what if it screws up their heads? I don't want to lose any more family." Ron was still upset at Dawn's leaving. His last report from Peter said that Dawn was doing well at FSU, and that she had some very strange notions about their relationship. Ron didn't know what that meant, but he couldn't worry too much about it. He pulled himself back to their conversation, as he realized that Michelle had said something that he missed. "I'm sorry. My mind wandered for a second. What did you ask?" "Ron, you need to stop worrying about Dawn. You think no one else here cares? Hey, it was her decision. You've done all you can." Michelle reached over and embraced him, but then pulled back. "What I asked was why we didn't just use a high-school student?" It was almost like smacking him in the face. "Damn! Why didn't I think of that? Mickey, that's a perfect idea. What would I do without you?" "Flounder like a fish out of water, but that's okay. I'll collect payment later." The smile on her face said she would enjoy collecting, very much. "Let's go, I think I... oh, shit. It's not time for school yet. Wait! What about college kids? They're still in summer session over at the Community College." "C'mon! How are we gonna get college kids to work with us?" "Money. Something we have, and they want. It'll work, for sure. Let's go." ----- There were many to choose from on campus. They discussed alternate ways of approaching them, and deciding which ones to use. "Hello again." Said a familiar voice, from behind them. They both turned, and Ron recognized the young man. A quick scan showed that this guy was ready for contact. Unfortunately, Ron really didn't have the time for this. On the other hand... "Hi there, Jeff! Michelle, this is Jeff Durant. He's a student here. What is it, third semester?" Jeff was taken a little by surprise. He didn't remember giving this kid his name. "Starting my third shortly. Excuse me, but I don't seem to..." Ron interrupted. "Not here, Jeff. Is there someplace private we can talk?" Michelle looked quizzically at Ron, so he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "He's another psionic, and he's ready for contact. I think we can use his help to pick our subjects." Michelle smiled and nodded. "Well, I suppose the cafe is pretty empty about now." Jeff responded. "That'll do, if we can speak quietly for a moment, I think some things will become clear to you." Jeff led them over to the Student Union building, and they took up a seat in an empty snack bar. "The lunch crowd won't be in for another half hour. I hope you don't need more time than that?" "I shouldn't, though you and I are going to need to talk a lot from now on. My name is Ron Chaffey. This is my associate, Michelle. You are Jeff Durant, and you have an unusual talent that we need to talk about." Ron saw his face go white, and was afraid the guy was going to bolt on him. "Relax. I'm not here to judge your activities. Whatever you've done couldn't have possibly been any more perverted than the shit I started with." *And am still doing,* Ron added to himself with a smile. "Who ARE you? What do you want with me?" "Chill out, Jeff. Look, I represent an agency that deals with people like us. People with The Ability. Lately, you've come to understand that you can... do things, that you couldn't do before." "Yeah..." Jeff responded hesitantly. "You're just now hitting the tip of a very large iceberg. What you've discovered is just the bacon bits on the salad." Even Ron thought that was corny, but it got his point across. "The agency I represent was formed to help you learn to control The Ability, and to live with its consequences." "What is this agency called? Are they feds?" "Everyone worries about that. No, the federal government doesn't even know of CAMP's existence, beyond its tax forms. For rather obvious reasons, CAMP has never been audited." Ron smiled, and Jeff returned it. "CAMP, which stands for the Corporation for the Advancement of Mental Proficiency, is a community of people with The Ability, people we call psionics. We are hoping you will be interested in becoming a member of this community." For the next twenty-five minutes, Ron and Jeff talked and discussed. As they were finishing up talking about CAMP, the lunch crowd started to arrive. "Do you have some time now, Jeff?" Michelle asked, finally speaking. Jeff seemed startled at her question. "She doesn't say much, but listen when she does," said Ron. "Well, I don't have any more classes today. What did you have in mind?" "Not what you're thinking!" She added a smile to ease the wound. "We need a little help with an experiment, and we were hoping you'd be willing to help out." "Hey, I ain't nobody's guinea pig." "You misunderstand," replied Ron. "All we want from you is information. Our experiment wouldn't work on you, anyway. We need a... oh, for lack of a better term, a 'normal'." "Oh. Well, in that case, sure, no problem. What do ya need?" "We need two subjects, male and female. They should either not be acquainted, or they should dislike each other." Michelle laid out the guidelines. <*Let me do this part, please? I've got an idea.>* Ron didn't know what she had in mind, but it sounded good. <*Okay, babe. Go for it.>* Ron wasn't sure if she'd be offended at that particular term of endearment, but it didn't seem to faze her any. They sat there through lunch, and Jeff pointed out two subjects. One was a nerdy type, clumsy, and obviously unpopular. The other was one of the cheerleaders for the college. "Cheerleaders? At a community college?" Ron asked. "Well, we do have a rugby team, and a ladies basketball team. They're real small leagues, but we are active." Having decided on their targets, Ron and Michelle went to work. Ron let Michelle handle the cheerleader, so as not to seem threatening, or, worse yet, like he was trying to hit on someone three years his senior. He headed for the nerd. "Excuse me, sir? May I speak to you for a moment?" The young man looked up, surprised to see such a young person in front of him. Rather than the annoyed response Ron was expecting, the guy was rather pleasant. "Sure. What can I do for you? Have a seat." "Well, my name is Ron. As I'm sure you can tell, I'm not quite old enough to be going here yet." "Yeah, that was pretty obvious. So why are you here?" "I'm doing a science project for a national competition. I need a subject who is willing to help me out. I can't use any of my classmates, because I don't want anyone to find out what I'm working on. I expect to win first place." "What's the project about?" "Oh, it has to do with human response to aural stimulus." Ron had learned lots of big words relating to auditory science in the last few weeks. "Did I forget to mention that the volunteers would be paid?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, you did." His eyes really lit up at that thought. "How much?" "Well, I'll need help for about four hours or so, and I figured to pay each person $100. How does that sound?" "That's quite a lot of money. How do you have that much?" The guy was a little suspicious, but $100 was enough to feed him for the month, so he was definitely interested. "Oh, my family is quite wealthy. Besides, if I win the contest, I get like $50,000, so it's no big deal, I'm borrowing the money from my old man. He says if I don't win, he's gonna cut my allowance in half until I pay it back, but I'm sure I can win." "Okay, just one more question. Why'd you pick me?" "An honest question. You looked like the smartest guy in the room, and one who would understand scientific discovery." Play on the man's vanity, and you'll get what you want. This, Ron had learned from his mother, who had done it to him often enough. "That's cool. When do you want to do it?" Ron motioned him to wait a second. <*Mickey? How's it going?>* * <No problem here, Ron. She's good to go. She does want to know how much she gets paid, though.>* * <$100. When can she do it?>* * <Whenever. She skips class half the time, anyway. Or so she says.>* They were avoiding the use of their power, to make sure the experiment worked, and not them. * <Alright. Hang tight, I'll see when this guy can do it.>* "Okay... hey, what's your name, anyhow?" "I was wondering when you'd roll around to that. It's Kyle." "Okay, Kyle. What time is good for you?" "Anytime after 2:00. My last class ends then." "Okay, I want you to go to this address at 3:00, today. We should finish by 7:00 at the latest. Please, do not be late." "I won't." Ron got up, and they shook hands. He headed over to where Michelle was sitting with the cheerleader. He avoided looking at her in anything more than a cursory way, to prevent her thinking he was sizing her up, and then turned to Michelle. "Everything okay here?" "Yeah, no sweat. When do you want to run the experiment?" Ron turned to look at the girl. "Is 3:00 okay for you?" "Yeah, fine. Look, how long is this gonna take? I got a date at 9:00." "You'll be through by then. We shouldn't go any later than 7:00." Ron handed her a slip of paper. "Please do not be late. There are instructions on the paper how to get to the address." The girl got up and left. "She doesn't seem very pleasant, Mickey." "She isn't. That's exactly what I wanted." "Just what do you have in mind?" "You'll see." ----- Both participants showed up promptly at 3:00. Michelle led them into the room they were using as a lab. It had been converted, with a two way mirror, and audio-visual equipment all over the place. "Okay, if you will both sit down, I'll need to ask some questions of you. Some of these questions are kind of personal, but let me assure you that none of the results will be released using names of any kind. You will each be identified as a number. Turning to Kyle, she said, "Your number is 412." To the girl, "And yours is 413. You will each get a copy of the final report, before actual publication. That ensures that no one is displeased with the way their data was handled. Do you both understand?" After getting nods from both, she proceeded with the questioning. After the obvious of height, weight, age, etc., Michelle moved on to the more interesting questions. "Now, these next questions are critical to the experiment. I need an honest answer from both of you on all counts. I understand these things may be embarrassing, but remember we are doing science here. Now then, 412, have you ever previously had sexual intercourse?" Michelle could see the guy was not comfortable answering the question. He looked furtively over at the girl, and blushed. "I need an answer, 412," Michelle prodded. "No." He responded quietly. "Very well. 413?" "Of course I have. I'm no damned virgin." Her look of contempt showed what she thought of 412. "I see. Okay, 413, at what stage are you in your monthly cycle?" "What the fuck has that got to do with anything?" "Just answer the question, please." "Presently, four days past the end of my period." "Thank you. Okay, one final question to both of you: do you find anyone else in this room sexually stimulating? 412?" "Yes," he replied quietly. "Who?" Michelle was relentless. "Both of you," was the response. Michelle found this surprising only slightly. She admitted she had a good body, but was surprised to get a reaction out of a college student. "Thank you very much, 412. 413?" "Not in the least." She gave 412 a look of revulsion. Michelle was having to restrain herself from hauling off and whacking 413. She had never understood the attitude of superiority of some women. Michelle was a genuinely helpful person, and liked to make everyone around her cooperate, and generally treat each other with respect. She found 413's attitude to be in non-compliance with her outlook on life, and that was why she had chosen her for the experiment. "Please wait here. Ron will be in shortly to explain the experiment to you." Michelle left the two of them alone. No conversation was exchanged whatsoever. ----- "What was all that about, Mickey?" "I just wanted to see what they were like, that's all. They fit my plan perfectly." "Okay, fine. You want to enter your commands to them now?" "Yeah, let me do that while you go explain the experiment to them. I need to only say things once, right?" "That's right. The computers will take care of the rest of it." "Okay, thanks." She gave him a quick kiss, and then ducked into the sound room. ----- The atmosphere back in the lab was chilly at best when Ron walked in. "Well, folks, we're almost ready to start the test. What's about to happen is pretty straightforward. We want you both to sit comfortably, and stare at this wall in front of you. I suppose stare is the wrong word. You can close your eyes if you choose, we'd just like to cut down on as much visual input as possible, so don't look around. Then, we'll play some sounds. It'll take about fifteen minutes for this first one, and then I'll come in and ask for your reactions to it. I realize this may seem strange to you now. My questions later will make things clearer. Please, just sit back and relax, and enjoy the session." Ron made sure they were both comfortable, and headed out of the room to the sound booth. "Everything ready in here, babe?" "Sure is. Come on in, we can watch from here." "Wait a second. You mind telling me what you've got programmed in there?" "Well, the guy is just going to become a little less shy, and much less inhibited. The girl is about to find this guy completely irresistible. Kind of like I find you..." There was a familiar twinkle in her eye. "Not now, damn it! We've got to see if this works." Meanwhile, Ron mentally prodded the pleasure center in her brain. She shuddered from the endorphin rush. "I love it when you do that," she cooed. More seriously, she continued, "Okay, we're ready to give it a shot, if you approve." "Hey, why not? Let's run with it." Into the PA system, he said, "All right, guys, here goes. Like I said, just relax." He nodded to Michelle, who started the computer program. ----- Inside the room, all that was heard was a low grade buzzing. * What a fucking annoying noise.* Thought 413, whose real name was Anna. Anna was 5'8" tall, with wavy black hair that fell down to the middle of her back. She had aristocratic features, and the body to go with them. Her breasts were ample, and they were nicely outlined by her sweater. Her legs were supple and tanned. Her whole body gave the impression of a cat, ready to pounce. She was fit and agile. She was also of the belief that she was the most important person in the world, better than everyone around her. *If I wasn't getting paid for this, there is no damned way I would sit here and listen to this crap next to this geek.* Kyle, on the other hand, was intrigued. *Well, the noise is certainly not intended to be pleasing to the ear, although I suppose I could get used to it.* Kyle was a skinny guy, underweight because he kept forgetting, in his studies, to eat. He had moppy blonde hair, green eyes, and pale skin that freckled in the sun. He was 5'4" tall, and gangly. He was not by any standards handsome, though he wasn't truly ugly, just sort of plain. The kind of person you sort of glossed over and didn't really see. *Damn, I get paid money, just to sit and listen to this?* ----- The first series was just the precursor set. It was, assuming it worked, supposed to prepare the mind for any future messages. It opened up certain pathways in the mind to allow the real commands easier access to the subconscious pathways in the brain. After fifteen minutes, the noise stopped, and Ron went back into the lab. "Okay, guys. I know, that noise is pretty annoying. The next one will be more pleasant. But, what I need to know now is, relative to how you felt when you came in, are you more tense, or more relaxed?" Both parties responded that they were more relaxed. "Very good. Now, beyond that, did either of you have any... oh,... 'visualizations' while you were listening? In other words, did your mind conjure up any specific imagery?" Neither of them could point to anything specific. "One last question: Do either of you, at this point in time, feel significantly different, besides the things you have mentioned, than when you walked in here?" Neither of them did. "Okay. During the second sound, feel free to let your eyes wander wherever. Visual input will not greatly affect response on the next sound, we've already proven that. So, sit back and let your mind roam. Have fun." Ron went back to the sound booth, and Michelle began the second program. The second program focused much more on the personality programming Michelle had decided upon. Though the full treatment would require two doses of fifteen minutes each. ----- In the lab, Kyle was staring blatantly at Anna. Anna was studiously ignoring him, and focused on her fingernails. At least, at first. As the time wore on, she began to briefly glance at him. *You know, he's not that bad after all... What am I saying?! Well, he is sort of cute... Shit! What the hell is happening to me?* Anna was starting to wonder about her sanity. *Maybe being cooped up in this little room is starting to get to me.* She wasn't bright enough to know about brainwashing, or even subliminal science. Kyle, on the other hand, had noticed her glances. *Hmmm. I wonder what this experiment is really all about. She wouldn't even deign to look at my shoes before. Now she's looking at me every ten seconds.* The sound, which was reminiscent of falling water, but more musical, continued, and Anna continued to doubt her sanity. The more she looked at Kyle, however, the more she felt he was really cute. Beyond cute, he was starting to make her hot. She felt glad when the sound kicked off. Kyle was just starting to hope for some headway, and was disappointed at the abrupt cessation of the noise. However, he did notice that she still kept looking at him. Just then, Ron re-entered the room. "So, did everyone enjoy that noise more?" Kyle answered in the affirmative, but Anna just sort of nodded. She was having trouble taking her eyes off Kyle. "Good. Now, I'm going to ask you pretty much the same questions, with just some minor alterations. Do both of you feel more relaxed now than after the last sound, or not?" Both responded that they felt about the same. "That's to be expected, given the program of sounds we're using. Alright, did either of you have any visualizations this time?" Receiving a negative reply, he continued. "Do either of you feel significantly different now than after the last sound?" Kyle said no, but Anna was unclear. "It's a fairly straightforward question, 413. Do you now feel different from what you felt fifteen minutes ago?" "Yes, I do. But I really can't explain it." "Explanations aren't necessary at this time. The fact that you feel different is answer enough. One final question, and then we'll move on to the next sound. 412, who do you feel is the most important person in the free world?" "Well, I suppose I would have to say, the President of the United States, whoever that happens to be at any point in time." * Standard answer, very good. Just about what I'd have expected. Now, a test.* "413? Who is the most important person in the free world?" "412." *What? What did I just say! He's not... well, yeah, I guess... What's happening to me?* "Interesting response. Very well. The next sound should be fairly invigorating, so feel free to move around and do whatever comes to mind." Ron chanced a look at Kyle, who was now eyeing up Anna quite liberally. Anna, no longer her bitchy superior self, now stared back. ----- The third and final program was the key sequence. It allowed for specific command entry, and emotional imprinting. This process actually took twenty minutes, but neither Michelle nor Ron figured the participants would mind very much. "How long you figure it'll take, Mickey?" "Oh, maybe ten minutes, given her present state of mind." "Something like that. You are a devious one. Remind me not to get on your bad side." He gave her a squeeze, and then entered the command for the final sequence into the computer. "It should be an interesting show." ----- In the lab, both participants were heating up. Kyle had gotten up and started pacing around the room, his energy level peaking. This was part of the programming, it allowed him to fully participate in what was coming. Anna was now becoming extremely aroused by seeing her man strutting before her. *My man? He's just a... a... a... Master, to be served! A controller! A hunk! I must have him!* As the last of her barriers was torn down, she stood up from her chair and went to him. "What's your name?" She asked. "Kyle. And yours?" "I'm Anna. Do you find me attractive?" "Yes. Very much so." An hour ago, Kyle would not have been able to speak with her this close. The programming had allowed him the freedom to voice his feelings. "Would you like to see more of me?" "Absolutely." Anna proceeded to remove her sweater. Underneath, she was wearing only a bra. Kyle reached out tentatively to cup one of her tits. Anna pressed into his hand when he made contact, and moaned huskily. Kyle reached around, and unfastened her bra. He pulled it off her arms, exposing her breasts to his view. They were magnificent and firm, sagging not at all. The nipples each were like pencil erasers, standing proudly from small, tight areolas. Kyle cupped her breasts again, kneading them, pinching the nipples. With each touch, Anna became more aroused. She pushed her skirt down off her legs, leaving her clad only in panties and her shoes and socks. Kyle's hands were now roaming all over her body. When they finally ventured between her thighs, Anna orgasmed on the spot. Kyle was dumbstruck, never having seen a woman naked, let alone one who was orgasming, he was unsure of what to do. Luckily for him, Anna knew what she was doing. Anna pushed her shoes off her feet, and then pushed her panties down off her hips. Kyle got the idea, and finished removing them. She moved over to the table and lay down on it, holding her legs spread, so that her pussy was wide open to see. "Take me, Master. I am yours!" Kyle was completely turned on by this. He fairly tore his clothes off. When he finally stood before her naked, his rod was already fully rigid. And the surprise for everyone was, it was the only thing on him that *wasn't* skinny! His cock was slightly longer than average, and quite thick. Anna nearly swooned when she saw it. "Put it in me, Master! Please!" Kyle was only too happy to comply. He placed his cockhead at the obscenely spread opening to her pussy, and pushed forward. He slid into her easily, enjoying the utter ecstasy of her warmth. Kyle let out a fervent grunt upon reaching his full depth, his balls resting against her ass cheeks. He didn't rest for long, though. He started a pounding rhythm into her that would have moved the table across the room, had it not been bolted in place. (The room had been designed with this sort of activity in mind.) With each thrust, Anna was grunting and moaning and uttering encouragement to her lover. "Yes! Oh yes, fuck me, Master! Oh that is so wonderful!" And other affirmations were filling the room. Kyle was silent, his head locked back, staring at the ceiling. His furious pace continued, until he shot his load deep into her womb. Feeling his cum inside her, Anna immediately had the most intense orgasm of her life. Surprisingly, to Kyle, he was not going limp, but had only lost a bit of his rigidity. He began stroking again, and found himself coming back to full hardness. *Looks like I can keep going...* ----- In the sound booth, very little of this was noticed. Ron and Michelle had watched until they were certain of the outcome, but then their own lusts took over. Ron moved over to Michelle, and took her face in his hands. He kissed her deeply, warmly, sensuously. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and a brief battle was fought, resulting in a draw. Ron moved his hands down her back until he reached her ass. He picked her up off her stool, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her over against the wall, still kissing her. He proceeded, with difficulty, to remove her blouse and bra. He massaged her breasts, focusing on her nipples. Ron sent continuous waves of pleasure through Michelle's enraptured mind, heightening her experience and driving her toward climax. He stepped back, and she remained, floating in air for him, so that he could remove her jeans. He unfastened them and pulled them off her legs, revealing her sinuous, well-defined lower limbs, and driving him crazy with desire for her. Quickly, he removed her panties, leaving her completely nude. She floated over to him, and they embraced. Michelle, lacking Ron's finesse, but making up for it with enthusiasm, sent a flood of positive feelings into his mind. They were both very quickly enveloped in their emotions, lurching ever onward toward an exquisite peak of pleasure. Slowly, Ron entered her. Letting out a soft hiss of pleasure, she sank, inch by inch, down onto his engorged member. Her pussy undulated on his cock, giving him intensely pleasant feelings. As soon as she reached bottom, she lifted herself slowly back up, not increasing the pace at all. She continued, down and back up, over and over, at the same torturously slow pace. She was driving him wild, and she knew it. As a regular consequence of their lovemaking, they were floating several feet off the floor by now. They rolled to the horizontal, and Ron moved himself so that Michelle was on top. Assuming a traditional position, She started to ride his cock faster, her tits bouncing freely, until he embraced them with his hands, massaging them and tweaking her nipples. He knew this would drive her crazy with desire. Soon, their action became more frenetic. They bounced off the ceiling and two walls, and were rapidly heading toward a third. At this point, Ron had moved to her side, raising her leg to allow him access. She enjoyed this position immensely, and he knew he could get her off this way. As they reached the wall with the window in it, Michelle took them both closer to the floor. <*Ron, honey? Take me in my ass, please?>* * <Whatever you want, babe.>* They both came to their feet on the floor, and Michelle placed her hands on the two way mirror. In the lab, Anna and Kyle were still going at it, but neither Ron nor Michelle gave a damn at this point. Ron pressed his organ against her asshole, and slowly pushed it into her bowels. Gently, he eased his way into her until his dick was fully inside her. He pulled out, and eased back in, repeating the process until Michelle loosened up. Then Ron picked the pace back up. The respite allowed them both to ease down from their earlier level, and prolong the enjoyment. As Ron increased speed, he grabbed her hips for leverage. Michelle reached down to tease her clit with one hand, while keeping the other on the window for support. Soon they were approaching their peak again. Ron was pumping in and out of her ass furiously, and she was writhing on his dick in ecstasy. Finally, she straightened up, and leaned back into Ron. He reached around her and fondled her tits, still pumping into her. Just as they were both about to come, they each sent another wave of pleasure through the other's mind. As they came together, Michelle turned her head toward Ron, and they locked their lips in a feverish kiss. They stayed like that for some minutes, unaware and uncaring of their surroundings. ----- Some time later, when Anna and Kyle had finished their gyrations and cleaned themselves up, Ron met them back in the lab. Anna was very subdued and quiet. She deferred to Kyle whenever a question was asked. "So, 412, do you feel more relaxed or more tense than after the second sound?" Both Ron and Kyle had trouble keeping a straight face. Kyle decided to play along. "Oh, I feel much more relaxed now." Ron made a great show of writing this down. "413?" "I feel... just fine," she responded. "Uh-huh, I'll bet." Ron smirked. "Okay, no visualizations? Good. Do you feel different now from after the second sound?" Both heads nodded in the affirmative. "Perfect. Well, that concludes our test. Are there any questions?" Kyle obviously had questions, but was hesitant to ask in front of Anna. "Anna, would you please go outside and wait with my associate, Michelle? Thank you." They waited until she closed the door behind her. "What in the hell was this really all about?" Kyle wanted to know. "I can't really say. Do you object to the results?" "Hell, no! But, you're not just some high school kid, are you?" "Not hardly. I've validated part of my research. That's all I needed to do." "What do I do with her now? I mean, what's with this 'Master' bit?" "That is her sexual persona. If you don't like it, you can order her to change it. When not sexually aroused, she will act, well, normal for a submissive girl. She will defer to you all important decisions." "What about her boyfriend, and her other friends? How do I explain this to anybody?" "You'll think of something, or let her do it. She's probably not as stupid as she acts. As for the boyfriend though, I'd have her meet him tonight and break up with him. It'll still be rough on you, especially since he's probably a jock, but he'll get over it. Anyway, for now she's yours. This treatment doesn't wear off, but if you want to get rid of her, just command her to no longer be interested in you, and to find another target for her affection." "That'll work?" "It's part of the... effect." Ron had almost said 'programming', but that would have revealed too much. "Well, thanks." "No problem. I got almost as much out of it as you did." They shook hands, and walked out to where the ladies were waiting. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===Net Wolf | Program Alpha-Omega | Episode 14===-- + Program Alpha-Omega Episode 14: War of the Minds, Part II Zack woke up slowly, and stretched. Unusually, he was alone. He hadn't wanted company the previous night, after the stress of releasing everyone. *Or at least, everyone who would let me.* The more he thought about it, the more he wondered about the three who hadn't allowed him to release them. Wendy, in fact, was not under his control, he knew. He had never programmed her to love him, he had only programmed her to do something that had never come to fruition anyway. He had also, at her request, removed her jealousy. He knew that he'd programmed his mother, but he'd not told her to get aroused by him, he'd only told her to let him do what he wanted. He knew that an error in programming had caused her to become a sexual dynamo, and he had become her target because... why? Well, he had to admit it was probably because he'd been able to provide for her all the things that her husband never had. He could and would continue doing that; the program still had its uses, if one was careful about it. Mary was the most confusing. He didn't think he'd programmed her to become his partner. He wasn't sure about the course of events that led to their relationship, but he didn't really think it was his doing. Or at least, it wasn't PAO's doing. He thought that perhaps she'd had some feelings before the program, and when he'd taken a chance to reach out to her, the program had allowed her to let go and take him as a lover. As he thought over all of this, he realized just how lucky he was. Even without the program, he'd managed to get three women who would sleep with him. Angela was a surprise to him; he had expected her to be as angry as Jill had been. He wanted to talk with her about that, but he didn't yet have the time. Terry was also a surprise, but not as big a one; he had saved her from a life with Adam, and she probably saw things pragmatically: better the nice bastard than the evil one. Stephanie had floored him the night before when she'd asked to be put back under. He didn't entirely understand why she had chosen that, but he'd done as she had asked. She was much happier when he left, however, and for him, that was good enough. He stretched again, and got out of bed to start his day. He had to deal with Adam, but how? ----- It wasn't until after lunch when Gabrielle showed up. Unlike him, she was trying to maintain her presence at their summer program. Zack had just about given up getting a passing grade, as he had missed most of the previous week, and was likely to miss more time in the next week. He shook off the thought as they sat down to discuss things. "So, what now?" she asked. "Adam has to pay for what he's done. I'm just not sure exactly what to do." "Well, there's the obvious," she offered. "What's 'the obvious'?" "He tried to kill you. So kill him." Zack stared at her, trying to figure out if she was serious. "Um... I'm not really the killing type... I've never even fired a gun." Gabrielle rolled her eyes. "He sent 'people' after you. So send someone after him. You have servants in Belleville, don't you?" "Uh, yeah, I guess I do. They're not the killing type, either, but they'd probably do it if I told them to." "So, call one of them up and take this bastard out." "Okay. I'll have to set some things up, so we can be sure of what happens." ----- Zack and Gabrielle sat in front of the monitor, watching. On the screen was a video image. For the moment, it showed someone's hands on a steering wheel, driving down a street. Shortly, the person turned into the Adamant Computers parking lot, and turned off the car. The man, whose name Zack couldn't even recall, got out of the car, and walked toward the building. The gun he had purchased on the street less than twenty minutes before was nestled in the small of his back, hidden by a lab coat. The guard at the front door barely gave him a second glance. Inside the building, the programmer signed in, and said hello to the guard. This guard gave him a closer look, but it was still cursory. He visually checked out everyone that walked in the door, and he didn't scrutinize this person any more than anyone else. The gun was hidden well enough not to be noticed, and the wireless camera was designed to look like a pen that sat in his pocket, peeking out at the world. The man walked to the elevator and pressed the button. This was the first indication to anyone that something was out of the ordinary. The button he pressed was not for the floor his office was on. He pressed the button for the fourth floor. What confused Zack for a moment was that this was not the floor Adam's office was on. There was, however, no way for him to communicate with his minion, so he just had to hope the guy knew what he was doing. The elevator took the programmer up to the fourth floor and he stepped out, looking around casually. No one confronted him, even though this was not his department. The man found a restroom and went inside to wash his hands. They saw him in the mirror, looking at himself. It was clear he was preparing himself mentally for something he never thought he would do. After a few tense moments, the man moved back to the hallway, and headed to the stairwell. They realized that he had figured out that going straight to the third floor might be risky, and that if he went to his normal office on the second floor, someone might recognize and remember him. The programmer was no fool. Stepping out of the stairwell into the third-floor corridor, he moved to the right. He was within ten feet of Adam's office door when it opened. The man was quite surprised to see a blue-shirted guard standing in the doorway, looking at him. The man turned, and two more guards exited the elevator. A fourth guard came out of a room behind the elevator pair. The man knew that he was not going to be able to complete his task, but he didn't really understand why. "That's far enough, Jarrod. Keep your hands where we can see them, and don't make any sudden moves." The guard moved toward him while the others kept their hands on their guns, ready to draw in an instant if he did anything foolish. "I guess it's a good thing that we installed those detectors in the elevators, sir," William said, now standing in the doorway to Adam's office. "Apparently," Adam replied, controlling his rage. "I can't believe that Griffin thought he'd get away with this!" "He almost did, sir," one of the other guards said as Jarrod was being cuffed. "The detector didn't get a clear read on the gun, and it was really only because he did something out of the norm that we caught him." "Then I expect you to beef up security!" Adam snapped, and headed back into his office. The guards looked at each other, unsure of how they could secure the building any further without calling in the military. As they took Jarrod away down the hall, Zack turned to Gabrielle and said, "Fuck." "Well, Plan A failed. Guess it's time for Plan B?" "What the hell is Plan B?" Zack demanded. "Good question. I don't know." When Gabrielle awoke the next morning, she looked over to see Zack hard at work at the computer. She wondered if, after their long rounds of sex, he had gotten any sleep at all. He showed every sign of having been up for quite a while. She yawned softly and rolled out of bed to pad off to the bathroom. When she came back, Zack was still working away. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her naked breasts against the back of his head. She kissed the top of his head in greeting. "Hey. How long you been awake?" she asked. "A couple hours." "Like...nine?" she said. He blushed. "Six," he said after consulting the clock. "I had an idea for... well, it's not really Plan B, but it's a plan." "Okay..." She could tell she wasn't going to get much more out of him. She got dressed and headed downstairs to get breakfast. ----- "So what's it do?" she asked. "It's a... hmmm. I guess it's a virus program, except that it requires humans to spread it." "But what does it do?" she asked again. "A couple things. First, it tells the people who see it to spread it. Second, it informs them that Adamant Computers is attempting a mind-control experiment on the general population of the country. Then it tells them to seek out Adam Sandalwood and punish him for what he has done." "So, you're just going to let the country deal with him?" "No. What I'm going to do is to set this up on like a dozen different sites that are high-traffic. I'm going to set them up not to run for... like a week. Unless I turn them off, a week from now these programs will run, and the word will be out about Adam. This is an insurance policy." "Why not just use it to get rid of Adam? He can't stop *everybody*..." "Because I don't want innocent bystanders to get killed unless there's no other way to stop Adam." "You have to know that Jarrod guy is probably dead..." "Yeah, but he was working for the company. That means he's not an innocent. He sure as hell wasn't a bystander." "Okay, fair enough. So when are you going to release it?" "As soon as I finish working up the script. It's trickier than most, because of having to impart knowledge, rather than just giving commands. I mean, people are just going to suddenly 'know' this. That's tricky." Gabrielle nodded. "I can see where that would cause a problem. You need any help?" "Probably, but I can't see how to divide the task up so two people can work on it." "Okay. Well, I'll be downstairs if you need me. I don't want to be in your hair while you work." "Thanks. I appreciate it." "No problem." ----- Gabrielle came back upstairs after another four hours, to find Zack still working. "Aren't you done yet?" she asked, surprised. "Just about. I'm just compiling the new program now, and getting out the bugs." "Why do you need to recompile? I thought it was just a script thing..." Zack shook his head. "I had to make a program that fit on a webpage, and that I could make sit and wait for a week." "Oh," she said, understanding dawning on her. "So you had to rewrite the whole program?" "Not the whole thing. Just some bits and pieces." "Does it still work?" "Yeah, I already tested it. That took up twenty minutes..." "Cool. So what's next?" "Uploading it. That, you can help with." "Let's do it." "Mr. Griffin. How nice to see you back in class. Would you care to explain your absences of last week?" his instructor asked. "Sorry, sir. A young lady who lives with us was seriously injured and hospitalized. I was trying to take care of matters at home." "I see. Are matters resolved now? You realize there are still two weeks left in this program, and these last weeks are the most important." "I know that, sir. I will hopefully be able to attend classes more regularly for the remainder of the term." "Good. Now, let's get started. The last two weeks are for your final project, which will be as follows..." Gabrielle leaned over and said, "You know you're going to miss a couple more days..." "I'm hoping not too many." "We can work on your project together." "Thanks." "Miss Riddick, are you done chatting?" the teacher demanded. Gabrielle blushed crimson. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." "Good." The teacher continued talking, and both Gabrielle and Zack paid better attention. Other issues could wait. ----- Back at the house, most of the girls were just lounging about, as was Brian. He sat on the couch with Bonnie, who was nibbling on his neck as he watched a movie. He liked his new life, though he was aware that there were some dark aspects of it. One of those dark aspects was roaring down the street at high speed. As the car rounded the corner, the passenger in the front rolled down his window. As they neared the Griffin house, he turned in his seat and aimed his Uzi out the window. He opened fire as they passed in front of the house, peppering it with an entire magazine of thirty bullets. Inside the house, the shattering of the window was the first real indication of trouble. Brian immediately screamed, "Everybody down!" and dove for the floor, knocking over the coffee table in the process. Bonnie was not quite so rapid in her moves. She made the mistake of standing to get clear of the couch, and a bullet ripped through the window and tore into her arm. She screamed in pain, clutching at her arm, and sank to her knees in shock and fright. This saved her life as another round passed just over her head. Brian cursed, seeing the blood flowing from Bonnie's arm. He crawled over to her and pulled her all the way onto the floor, trying to protect her. He heard the car's engine roaring at full speed as the gunmen drove away. Brian had no idea who they were, but he was sure that Zack would know what was going on. The two of them had not communicated much over the summer, since Brian was busy dating his sisters, and Zack was off doing different things. Brian thought maybe it was time to catch up with Zack and find out what was going on. After a minute or so, he heard another scream. He looked up to see his mother standing in the doorway, looking at her daughter. "Is she..." Mary started to ask. "It's just her arm. Call an ambulance," Brian said, sounding much cooler than he felt. *Bastards.* ----- That evening, the family gathered around, and Zack explained, in detail, exactly what was going on. He did not reveal anything about the program that wasn't already known. He did not, for instance, tell Pam that she was programmed to be her brother's eternal sex slave. Brian ranted for a while, but not at Zack. He was angry that someone had shot his sister. Finally, he calmed down and turned to Zack. "So what are we going to do about it?" Zack sighed audibly. "*We* aren't going to do anything. Apparently, I'm going to have to go deal with Adam personally." His mother immediately asked, "Isn't that dangerous?" "Yeah, it is. But so is *not* dealing with him." "Zack, I worry..." "I know. Gabrielle, you want to go with me? Up to you. If you want to back out now, I won't say anything." "Fuck that shit. I'm going. But... can we take a couple other people?" "Who, and for what?" Zack asked, confused. "Um... stress relief." Zack smiled. "What am I, chopped liver?" he asked. Gabrielle blushed. "I'm trying to wean myself off you, since we have to separate in a couple weeks." The rest of the group chuckled at the way she'd worded that, and Zack blushed slightly. "Oh. Okay. Um, yeah, you can bring along someone, if you have someone in mind." "Can I go with you, Zack?" Wendy asked. Zack fidgeted. He didn't want Wendy anywhere near the danger zone, but if he was going to take *anybody*, it would be her. He nodded, still unsure it was the right thing to do. She came over to him and hugged him. "When do we leave?" Gabrielle asked. "Tomorrow night. I don't want to miss more class than I have to. We'll fly up, sleep in a hotel, and then deal with him on Wednesday. We'll come back Wednesday night, if we survive." "That's not funny, Zack," Brian cautioned. "I'm not being funny. If we don't beat this guy, we're probably going to be dead. It's that serious. Just ask Shirley." The family grew very quiet at that. "You seem to be awfully busy today, Mr. Griffin," the instructor said, looking over his shoulder. Zack hit a key combination to hide the screen. He hadn't been working on his school project, after all. "I have a lot to catch up on," Zack said, looking up at him. "Yes, you certainly do. You... *will* be attending class from now on?" he asked. "As best I can, sir," Zack said, glancing over at Gabrielle, who was looking at the teacher now. "That's not terribly reassuring, Mr. Griffin," the teacher said, frowning. "I'm sorry, sir. But my family comes first." "Quite." As the instructor moved off, Gabrielle leaned over and asked, "What's his problem?" Zack shrugged. "He's a teacher. He has to gripe when you skip his class." Gabrielle giggled, but then got back to work. ----- As the teens flew over Kentucky, Wendy finally began to express her fears. "Zack, is this really going to be... I mean, could you really..." "Yeah. This Adam guy is a nasty sonofabitch. I didn't really want to let you get this close to him." "Then why did you let me come?" "Because you asked, and I can't say no to you." He smiled at her, and she kissed him softly. Gabrielle was keeping herself occupied in another part of the plane with her friend who she'd introduced as Oliver. ----- "What are we doing now?" Gabrielle asked. "Arranging transportation for tomorrow night." "What if we're not back in time?" Zack looked at her pointedly and said, "What if *we're* not back at all?" He pointed to the other two, and Gabrielle got the message. "Right." They made the necessary arrangements with a pilot, and then they headed to their hotel to relax. ----- Zack led Wendy into their hotel room, and shut the door. Gabrielle and Oliver were staying in the next room, with an adjoining door. He made sure that door was unlocked, in case of emergencies, but closed it, for privacy. Wendy sat down on the bed and stretched, taking off her shoes and socks and then lying back on the bed. She watched Zack out of the corner of her eye as he moved around the room, setting his stuff down where he wanted it. She didn't rise from the bed until he went into the bathroom. When Zack came out of the bathroom, Wendy had removed her jeans, leaving her large T-shirt to cover her panties. It didn't do the best of jobs at this. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She turned her head up to look him in the eyes, and then she pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft, yet passionate. Her tongue soon slipped out of her mouth, requesting entry into his. Zack parted his lips and his tongue greeted hers. The couple embraced each other more tightly as their tongues danced. Wendy ran her hand up through his hair, and pressed her body as strongly against him as she could. Zack held her by her waist, pulling her against him. It was as if they were each trying to meld their bodies into one. Finally, Zack broke their kiss. He looked down at his girlfriend, and smiled gently. "Love you, Angel," he said softly. "Love you, too. I'm worried about tomorrow." "I know. So am I." "But at least we have tonight. Make love to me." Zack kissed her again, letting his hands drop slightly, and then he moved them up underneath her shirt. She mewed softly as his fingers caressed her bare skin. Zack broke their kiss so he could begin nibbling on her jaw. He moved his mouth slowly along her jaw line, and then slid up to her ear. As he took her lobe between his lips, she shivered. Meanwhile, Zack's hands slid further up her back, pulling her shirt with them. She moved her own hands to his shoulders, to let him do what he was doing. Once his hands had reached as far up as they could comfortably go, he let go of her earlobe and stepped back slightly. Wendy raised her arms as he pulled on her shirt, tugging it off over her head. As the shirt fell to the floor, the couple moved back together, embracing strongly once again. Zack's hands were quick to find the clasp on Wendy's bra, and he unhooked it with practiced ease. It was a long moment before the bra fell to the floor, as they didn't want to end their embrace just yet. Finally, however, it was slid off her arms and dropped silently to the carpet. Zack took Wendy's hand and led her over to the bed, gently easing her down onto it. He took no time at all to remove most of his own clothes, leaving himself just in briefs. Settling onto the bed beside her, he ran his hand along Wendy's stomach, then let it move up to cup one of her breasts. Wendy closed her eyes and sighed at his touch, enjoying how his fingers massaged her tit, and how his hand molded the flesh of her body. She felt him shift, and then she shuddered in pleasure as his tongue ran across one of her nipples. She moaned softly as his lips encircled the nubbin, sucking and tugging on it while his tongue fluttered across it. As Zack moved his mouth over to her other breast, Wendy moaned again, louder this time. She arched her back, and Zack began to suck on her breast while his tongue continued to lavish attention on her nipple. After a long moment of pure bliss, Wendy pushed Zack away. She continued to gently push on him until he rolled onto his back. Once he was there, she moved down his body and took hold of his underwear. Ever so gently, she pulled them out, away from his body, and then down off his hips. Zack lifted up to help her, and soon the garment was tossed to the floor with the rest of the clothing. Wendy turned back to look at Zack's hard, waiting cock. She bit her lip in desire, more than ready for what was to come. She crouched lower over him on all fours, and ran her tongue along the entire length of his dick. Zack groaned in pleasure as she repeated the motion. She then began to kiss his shaft, up and down, until Zack was trembling with anticipation. Finally, she moved her mouth up to the head of his cock and slowly parted her lips to let it pass between. She made feathery-light contact until she had as much of him in her mouth as she could take. Then she closed her lips over his cock and began to suck. Zack grunted loudly at the pleasure this induced, and was barely able to think as she began to slide her mouth up and down on his pole. He was gripping the sheet, the tension in his body building as he rose toward climax. Wendy didn't slow down her assault on his manhood, adding her tongue to the mix, sliding it back and forth against the underside of his shaft. It didn't take very much of this before Zack lost control. With a final, loud groan, he pushed his hips upward and spewed his load of cum deep into her mouth. Wendy continued to suck on him until each and every drop of his seed had been ejected, then swallowed. She tongued the head of his dick, cleaning off any final drops before letting it slip from between her lips. Zack was breathing like a race horse, but he wasn't about to let her get away with that. As she slid up to lie beside him on the bed, he rolled so that he was on top of her. She smiled up at him as he kissed her gently, then he began to slide down her body, kissing as he went. Zack paid only cursory homage to Wendy's tits, as they had already been lavished with attention. By the time he made his way to her navel, she was already writhing, anyway. As his tongue swiped across her inner thigh, she shuddered. When he made contact with her pussy lips, she cried out in joy and rocked her hips, pushing her pussy against his tongue. Rolling his tongue, Zack pushed it as deep as he could inside Wendy's pussy. As he moved his stiffened tongue in and out of her, she cried out again. Zack continued to fuck her with his tongue, wiggling the tip of it when he was fully inside her. He knew that she was approaching her own orgasm, as he could barely hang on to her. He pulled his tongue out of her pussy, and slipped it upwards, flitting it across her clit as he breathed gently across her pubes. That was all Wendy could take. A loud scream ushered from her mouth as her body shuddered, lost in the throes of orgasm. Zack held on for the ride, continuing to lick her clit as she bucked and shivered through her climax. After a long moment, Wendy began to come down from her high. She was the one breathing hard now, and Zack smiled as he moved up her body. He leaned down to kiss her tenderly, but she embraced him and mashed her mouth against his. Soon their tongues were dueling once again, and it didn't take much of this before Zack was once again hard and ready to go. Without breaking their kiss, Zack maneuvered himself between Wendy's legs. He slipped against her, and his cockhead rubbed across her pussy lips. Wendy moaned as she felt it. Zack did it again, and she moaned louder, tightening her grip on him. He got the message. Reaching down, Zack adjusted himself. His next push caused his cock to slide into Wendy's pussy. She moaned even louder, but broke her hold on him as her body quivered at the sensations. Zack inched his way into her until he was buried to the balls in her pussy. Then he began to stroke into her. He didn't bother starting out slow, as they were both well beyond the need of warming up. He began to thrust into her hard, and she bucked her hips back at him just as hard. The two were rutting together like animals, their passions burning like a bonfire. The two continued to couple like that, fucking wildly, for long moments. Finally, Wendy broke their kiss and made Zack slow down. He did, and then looked at her questioningly. "I want to be on top," she said with a smile. Zack grinned back at her, and then leaned down to embrace her. Without taking his cock out of her pussy, he rolled over, so that she was now on top of him. Wendy moved to a kneeling position, looking down at her lover. As Zack's hands came up to fondle her tits, she began to buck on his cock. As Wendy regained her full rhythm, Zack's hips bucked up at her in synch with her motions. His fingers twisted and tugged at her nipples, causing her to moan and cry out in bliss. They had soon matched, and then exceeded, their earlier fever pitch as they both rose toward climax. Wendy got there first, screaming out and bucking wildly on Zack's cock. Her pussy massaged his prick, sending tingles of pleasure throughout his body. Zack was pushed to the edge, and then over it, as his own body began to contort with the massive climax that washed over him. He loosed his cum deep into Wendy, their movements now uncoordinated as they each rode the wave of pleasure until it crashed. Finally, the lovers began to descend from their high. Wendy lay down on Zack's chest, and he embraced her. It wasn't long before the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms. Gabrielle and Zack met early the next morning in the coffee shop across the street from their hotel. Their partners were not with them. "You look relaxed," Zack said to Gabrielle with a smile. "And you sure sounded it last night," she replied with an arched eyebrow. The two shared a knowing look. "How did you meet him, anyway?" "He's our RA." "Your what?" "Resident Assistant. Like a dorm mother, except that he's a normal college student. He lives in my dorm." "But your dorm is..." "Normally co-ed. It's the program that imposes this stupid segregation on us." "Ah. Wonder why they didn't pick a dorm with a female RA, then." "They're in use. We asked him." "Bet he's had a fun summer," Zack said with a smile. Gabrielle stuck her tongue out at him, then grew serious. "When are we going to go?" "After breakfast. It may be your last meal, so make it a good one." Gabrielle looked at him funny, but then picked up her menu and looked it over. Zack did the same. Breakfast was a quiet affair. ----- Zack parked the rental car in the parking lot of the business across the street from Adamant Computers. He was sure that the security guards paid more attention to those who arrived by car than those who arrived by foot. "You ready?" he asked Gabrielle. She adjusted her hat and nodded. Zack also had on a hat, and sunglasses. He didn't really think it would fool anyone, but they were wearing overalls and carrying tool boxes, to look like maintenance workers, at least from a distance, to a casual observer. They weren't counting on many casual observers today. They crossed the street, and walked onto Adamant property. As they approached the doors, Gabrielle took a deep breath, and let it out. Zack said solemnly, "Abandon all hope, oh ye who enter here." Gabrielle looked at him, and she couldn't help but giggle. "Once more onto the beach! Uh, into the breach!" Zack said. Gabrielle laughed out loud. "Knock it off. We'll get caught," she said, but her smile didn't fade. "Whatever happens, it was good working with you," Zack said. "You, too." The two walked into the building, feeling very much as if they had just entered the gates of Hell itself. ----- As the doors to the third floor opened, Zack and Gabrielle were surprised. They had truly expected to be accosted long before now. They had left on their disguises because they knew that the hallway was monitored. The two walked as casually as they could down the hall toward Adam's office. They entered, to find the secretary missing. Zack looked at Gabrielle, who shrugged. "Coffee break, maybe?" "Let's hope." They continued walking, and opened the door to Adam's office. They then found his secretary, beneath him and screaming rather loudly in ecstasy. "I *do* hope we're not interrupting anything important," Zack said snidely. Adam looked up in shock to see Zack standing there with a girl as he fucked his secretary, as he had every morning since she'd become his slave. That she had a husband wasn't important to Adam; he liked fucking her. "What the fuck... are you doing here?" Adam gasped. He was out of breath from his exertions. "Just came to settle a score," Zack said. He walked over to the far door, which led to William's office. Meanwhile, Adam got off his secretary, who made little effort to cover herself, unlike Adam. "William, I need you in here a minute," Zack said sternly. Zack walked away from the door, and William was soon inside the room. He ignored the secretary in such a way that Zack knew he'd seen her nude before. Adam had regained most of his composure. "It was foolish of you to come back here, Zachary." "Not really. Keep your hands away from your desk." "Or what? You don't look armed." "I'm not. But William is, aren't you, Will?" William reached into his jacket and pulled out a 9mm Beretta. "Will, if Adam moves, shoot him." William started to point at Adam, but then his hand swung around and he was pointing squarely at Zack. "I don't think so," William said matter-of-factly. "What the-?" Zack inquired of no one in particular. "Oh, did you try to program William, Zachary? I guess I should have told you that he, like most of my inner circle, have an unbreakable code in their head. As do I, so don't bother trying to program me, either. Now-" At that moment, a book went sailing through the air. It hit William squarely in the face, breaking his nose. As blood was gushing everywhere and Adam cursed, Gabrielle, who had thrown the book, grabbed Zack's hand and they bolted out the door into the hallway. "Where are we going?" Zack asked as she ran for the stairs. "Anywhere!" They bolted down to the ground floor, only to find two armed guards standing at the front entrance. The guards luckily did not see them, and they snuck back into another office on the first floor. Zack pointed to the camera in the corner of the room. "So long as those things can see us, they can find us in a heartbeat." "They can't look at all of them all the time!" she said. "They don't *have* to! All they have to do is follow us on the monitors!" "Okay... then we need to disable some cameras in a hallway, and then duck into a random office or something!" Zack was not optimistic. "It's worth a shot!" she said. "You got a better idea?" He didn't. The two left the office and moved down the hallway toward the stairwell. As they went, they disabled every camera they came across. Just as they reached the stairwell door, they doubled back and entered an office. This office was occupied by a clerk. Instead of reprogramming the poor man, Zack's martial arts skills kicked in, and the man was suddenly unconscious, bleeding on the floor. "I didn't know you could do that," Gabrielle said in awe. "Yeah, well..." Gabrielle walked over and disabled the camera. She then ran out of the room and Zack looked around while she was gone. There was no way out of this office except back into the hallway. There wasn't even a window. Gabrielle was back in a few minutes. "There are more guards at the entrance now. I disabled the cameras in about five offices, but that's not going to stop them for long." "No." "What are we going to do?" Zack sat down and tried to think. He wasn't sure what he could do, how he could escape. "I didn't think this through very well," Zack said sourly. "No time for that now!" Gabrielle snapped. They heard noises outside. Gabrielle walked over to the door and looked out. Three guards were entering the office down the hall from them, obviously searching it. "Guards!" she hissed. "C'mon!" The two bolted down the hallway. They actually ran past the guards, who were too focused on what they were doing, and missed the teens. The pair entered the stairwell again, and then Zack stopped dead. Gabrielle ran into him, almost knocking him over. "What the fuck-" she started to say, but then she saw it, too. "This stairwell's not on an outside wall," she said slowly. "I know." "So what is..." "I don't know that. But we're going to find out." What was in front of them was a door marked "Fire Exit". The alarm on the system was old, or at least looked to be old. Zack had no illusions that he could get through any sophisticated alarm system. This one, however, merely required him to yank on a wire. "That can't be the only alarm," Gabrielle said. "Maybe not, but we don't have very many choices now, do we?" She agreed they didn't, and so they pushed open the doorway. There was no obvious alarm, though there was a light right over the door that was there to notify people the alarm had been triggered. They had no way to know if Adam was just being clever or not. The two ran down the stairs that the door led to, and then stopped. Most of what they saw was empty space. They looked around quickly, trying to spot cameras or guards. There didn't seem to be any. About two hundred feet away, there were three rooms that had lights on. Zack could not see any people, but they headed in that direction, running. When they got there, they confirmed their assessment: no one was down here. At least, not yet. What *was* down here was a high-level computer system. Zack didn't know what the system connected to, and he had no time to figure it out. They could not stay near these rooms; they would have to find a good place to hide. Leaving the computer rooms, they ran across the open space. The found a hallway, though it was getting hard to see anything, as dark as it was. They made their way more slowly down the hallway until they came to a doorway. Looking in, all they saw were crates and packing material. "Why don't people throw this shit away?" Gabrielle asked. "Be glad they don't. It's a good hiding place." "I don't know... if they decide to search this room..." "We'll hide near the back doorway." Zack pointed, and they could both see a square of light on the far side of the room that indicated a hallway beyond. They moved over to it, and looked out. There was no one in this hallway, either. The teens settled down between a crate and the wall, and breathed heavy sighs of relief. They knew they were still in deep shit, but at least they could stop running for a few minutes. ----- "Where the fuck *are* they?" Adam demanded. Those around him wilted. "They disabled the cameras in the first floor west hallway, and-" one of the guards tried. Adam cut him off at the knees. "I *know* that, you moron! Where did they go after that?" "Sir... we're... not sure." "How the fuck do you lose two people in *this* building?" No one had a ready answer for that. "Get the fuck out!" Adam's guards gladly got out of his office, leaving him and William alone. ----- "We've got to find a way to take him down," Gabrielle said. When Zack didn't respond, she looked at him. She was about ready to nudge him, when she realized he was meditating. *At a time like this?* ----- "Welcome. You seem tense," Kate-maiden said to him. He wondered why his teacher was the one to come forward now, but he didn't have time to ponder it. "I'm in mortal danger, of course I'm tense. I need to find a way to beat Adam. I've only got a few minutes to think it over. What do I know that I'm forgetting? Obviously, the program doesn't work on them." "What you're forgetting is that the program is not your only weapon." "Huh?" Kate-maiden merely pointed. Zack mentally slapped himself. In the thick of things, he'd forgotten his secret weapon! "Thank you." "No problem," she said, and drifted off. Zack made his way back to consciousness. ----- "Hell of a time to take a nap," Gabrielle said. "I wasn't napping. I think I know what we have to do." "What?" ----- William paced, holding a cloth to his nose, and said, "Where was the last place they said he was seen?" "In the first floor west hallway." "Did they see them in the stairwell?" "Not that they... what are you thinking?" "The lab." "It's mis-marked. And it has an alarm on it." The mis-marking in this case might be to our detriment. And the primary alarm is accessible." "But the secondary..." "Only gets set off on your system, sir, and you've been too busy to notice whether it's gone off or not." "Fuck." Adam slid over to his computer, and sure enough, there was a flashing indicator in his system tray. "Goddammit." Adam and William left the office with three guards in tow. ----- "You think that will work?" she asked. "It's our only shot. I've got to try." Just then, they heard the door to the stairwell open. Zack closed his eyes and concentrated. He reached out with his mind, seeking his targets. He saw their patterns, and he slipped into the first one easily. He looked around quickly, seeing signs of programming, but it was simple, very easy to defeat. If he could have used PAO, this person would have easily been converted. Unfortunately, PAO wasn't an option right now. Softly and quietly, Zack started a chant in the man's mind. *<The guard next to you is plotting to shoot you in the back. Shoot him first.>* He repeated this over and over, time and again. Meanwhile, Gabrielle moved out of the room and down the hallway. She was still hidden, but could see what was happening, as the people were in the middle of the open area. Zack continued his mental chant, and Gabrielle watched. Suddenly, one of the guards took his gun and pointed at another guard, firing rapidly three times to the head. Everyone else in the room was stunned. The other guard, fearing for his own life, tried to draw his weapon to kill the murderous guard. That guard, however, already had his gun out, and there was no way to misinterpret the remaining guard's actions. Figuring that he had simply not known that this remaining guard was in on the dead guard's plot, the murderous guard opened fire on him, as well. Another three shots, and there was only one armed guard left. William attacked from the left, trying to take down the guard before he could kill anyone else. The guard got off one shot, just as William connected with his jaw. The guard went down, unconscious. William collapsed from the bullet wound to his groin. He was screaming in pain. No one noticed Gabrielle sneaking across the room. There were pillars for her to hide behind, and she used them. It wouldn't have been effective in a well-lit area, or with people who weren't distracted, but right now, there was only one person who *might* notice her, and he was about to be distracted beyond the ability to notice anyone but Zack. "Adam!" Zack called out from the far hallway. Zack clearly saw Gabrielle, and he needed to grab Adam's attention so that he didn't see her. Adam's head snapped around, seeing his enemy standing in the hallway entrance. He began to walk over to him. "You son of a bitch. I don't know how the hell you did that, but you're going to die here." Gabrielle, with her opportunity, ran over and grabbed a gun. She was not familiar with them, and so she grabbed the one she knew didn't have the safety on. She stepped around William, who was in no condition to even see her, let alone stop her. She put herself between Adam and the guns, and waited. Zack ignored Adam's tirade, which was ongoing, and closed his eyes. He found Adam's mind, and saw a similar wall to the one he had encountered with Linda. He knew this was going to be no easy task. The wall was not quite as secure, and not quite as high, so he felt he might be able to slip in unnoticed... *If*... Zack pulled out his PDA and pulled up a relaxation script. He didn't know what Adam might have protected his mind from, or how, but this was worth a shot. He lifted up his PDA, and pressed Execute. "...bury you someplace they'll nev-" Adam's voice cut off abruptly. Zack watched not visually, but with his mind. He saw the shudders of Adam's mind. He saw what looked like an earthquake. At that moment, Zack pushed forward with his own mind, seeking an entrance. He scrambled back and forth as Adam's defenses attempted to stop him, but they were shaken by fighting off the new program. A small opening went unprotected, and Zack found it, just in time, as the program ended. "Your program isn't going to work on me, you ass," Adam said again. He didn't notice Zack's stillness. Gabrielle did. "That's far enough, you piece of shit," she called out. Adam turned around, and saw her pointing a gun at him. "Come on, little girl. We both know you're not going to shoot me..." Gabrielle fired. Adam cringed, and nearly fell backward. The shot ricocheted off the wall. She had not hit him. "Was that supposed to scare me?" Adam said with a smirk. "I don't scare that easily." "No, it was supposed to hit you," she replied. "And my next shot will, so just stand still." Meanwhile, Zack was worming his way through Adam's mind. He looked for a way to beat the defenses, or to simply tear down the wall. Zack knew that if he could beat the wall, he could beat Adam's mind. He didn't understand why Adam's wall had not collapsed under the weight of the new program: Linda's had. It wasn't, however, immediately important. What *was* important was finding a way to... *There!* Zack said. He immediately pulled out of Adam's mind, and began furiously rewriting his script. He noted that Gabrielle currently had Adam's attention. That was good, because he needed Adam confused for another minute. "You're not going to shoot me. You try to frighten me with a warning shot, but that's just bullshit," Adam said, starting to walk toward her. He noticed she wasn't firing at him, and figured that was proof of his accuracy. Gabrielle ignored him, looking over at Zack. She saw him working on something, so she knew she needed to distract Adam for a little bit longer. She wasn't shooting at him because she didn't know how many bullets she had left. Adam continued his blustering until he got about twenty feet from Gabrielle. "So, just put down the damned weapon. I'm going to have my way." "No," she said, leveling the gun at him. "You're not." The shot rang loud in her ears. Adam cringed again, and this time he twisted around. Zack's head snapped up to see what had happened. He saw Gabrielle, standing with a gun aimed at Adam. He saw Adam suddenly grasp his shoulder. *Good timing.* Adam staggered, then fell to his knees because of the pain. As he did, Zack finished up the script, and walked over to Adam. "Adam, meet Gabrielle. She's my programming partner." They watched Adam's eyes go wide. "Yeah, you didn't think I'd trust anyone quite that far, did you? And your spies never caught on." "You'll never leave this building alive," Adam said through clenched teeth. "Sure I will. I have the program, and you." "You already tried to program me once. Obviously, it didn't work." "You know what I always say. 'Try, try again'." Zack raised his PDA and hit Execute. Adam tried to turn away, but the version of PAO that Zack used was more powerful than any Adam had created. It was also faster. Adam's mental wall was a bit of psychological research that Zack had never glommed onto. A minute later, Gabrielle was confused. "What's going on? It's only supposed to take ten seconds or so... Is your script *that* complex?" Zack shook his head. "It's running the script over and over again. It's breaking down his internal wall one piece at a time. In another minute, I'll go in and watch. When his mental wall is gone, *then* I'll run the real script." "Sneaky! How did you figure that out?" "I saw the damage my script had done to his wall. We might want to punch up the strength of the program, to see if it can break this kind of thing on the first try, all the time." "I thought you didn't want to use the program anymore." "I don't want slaves anymore. I don't want people being hurt because of me. You and I are the only people I'd trust to possess the program." "Thanks, Zack." Zack nodded. Then he closed his eyes, and began to watch Adam's mind. In a few minutes, he felt it was time. He pulled out, and closed down the looping script. Adam collapsed to the floor, exhausted mentally and physically. "So now what?" Gabrielle asked. Zack pulled up another script. "Well... one more slave. Briefly." Zack kicked Adam in the shoulder. This caused Adam's eyes to go wide with the pain. Zack took that moment to run a new script on Adam. ----- "Attention, ladies and gentlemen," Zack said to the assembled staff. "I have word that Adam has come out of surgery, and he is physically stable. However, he seems to be in an unexplained coma." *That he will never, ever come out of,* Zack thought to himself with a grim smile. "In the event of such an emergency, Adam had some papers drafted that gave me full control and ownership of the company. I'm sorry to say that William Bogden, our Chief Operating Officer, did not survive his surgery. That is a position we will need to fill soon. "Rest assured that most positions within the company will remain unaffected by this changeover. There is only one division that will be heavily impacted by the change, and I will speak to them personally by the end of the day. "I am just a teenager, and I live in a different state. I will be looking for and hiring a new director for the company, as well as a replacement for William. Until that time, I want you all to simply continue to do the fine jobs you've been doing. I will let you know of any changes before I make them. So. Let's all get back to work, shall we?" Zack walked out of the room to some stunned and confused faces. They chatted amongst themselves for a few moments to ascertain that nobody really had a clue what was going on. Then, one by one, they went back to work. ----- "So, did we win?" Wendy asked. They were on the plane back to Martina. Zack nodded, and stretched. "We won. Adam will never be able to be conscious again. William died. Everyone in the facility who was touched by the program has been reprogrammed, to clear out Adam's influence. Before I zapped Adam into Never-Never Land, I had him sign over his company to me, so we have a really nice income now." "With just one little issue left to resolve," Gabrielle said, to remind Zack. Zack nodded. "What's that?" Wendy wanted to know. "The second spy." "Well, if it isn't Mr. Griffin and Miss Riddick. So nice of you both to join us once again. You do know that you have almost no chance of passing this class now, Mr. Griffin?" "Oh, I don't know about that, sir. Why don't you just take a look at this?" Ten seconds later, and their instructor had forgotten all about a man named Adam. Epilogue Zack parked his motorcycle in the school parking lot, and turned it off. He looked up at the building, and could not believe just exactly how happy he was that his life had returned to some kind of normalcy. Of course, for Zack, normal meant living with six women who all slept with him. Brian, Bonnie, and Pam had moved back into their old house to have some privacy. Since the ownership, and thus the income, of Adamant Computers was now under Zack's control, the family had no financial worries. Zack had taken some time to find a manager for the company. Gabrielle had helped him, of course, and they felt that the company was in good hands. PAO, of course, assured that the manager would never betray Zack. Though he didn't like fully enslaving people, covering his own ass was now second nature. Thinking about Gabrielle caused him a twinge of somberness. He found that he missed her. She'd been gone for two weeks, and though he had the others to keep him company, none of them was on his intellectual level, and he missed that. Still, his home life was quite entertaining. Terry had decided to move back in with them all once the Adam issue was resolved. She was currently working at the college with Sharon, and seemed to be quite happy with things. Angela still attended college, but she didn't bother with the dorms anymore. Wendy was starting eighth grade today, and though she grumped about not being with Zack, he knew she would enjoy her last year of junior high. Mary had turned herself into the housekeeper of the family, happily keeping things clean and doing the cooking and the laundry. Zack marveled that she so enjoyed the domestic life, but he was just glad that he didn't have to pick up the place. The one girl who still troubled him was Stephanie. She had only been out of the hospital for a week. She was happy, but it still tugged at Zack's conscience that he had caused her to get shot. She had taken a load off his shoulders the previous night when, slowly and shakily, she had risen from her wheelchair to stand on her own two feet. For about three seconds. Zack chuckled. She'd fallen into his arms. He had said she just wanted to be held, and she did not disagree. Still, it showed that she would, someday in the not-too-distant future, be able to walk again. They had spent the evening celebrating. Zack shook his head to clear his mind, and to pull himself back into the here and now. He got off his bike and walked toward the school. He was a little bummed out that none of his girlfriends went to school with him. He would either have to add one girl to his life, which he didn't really want to do, or he'd have to play around a lot. That appealed to him more. As Zack approached the door, he realized that there was another person he'd let himself forget about. She was standing at the front door to the school, and so he walked over to her to say hello. "Hi, Miss Pinches. How was your summer?" "Hey, Zack. Dull. I've been waiting for you. Could you come with me, please?" "Sure." Zack followed her to the media lab, where she unlocked the door and ushered him in. Zack was fully into the room, with Kate locking the door behind him, before he realized there was someone else there. Just then, Kate turned on the lights. The other woman was nude. Zack turned, to see Kate removing her blouse. "We have to hurry, since school starts in fifteen minutes. You remember, I assume, Pat Barron?" Pat walked over to Zack, and felt the growing lump in his pants. "I'm divorced now, Baby," she purred. "Let's get freaky." *Maybe it's not going to be so dull a year after all.*

--===The New Partner===-- The New Partner "So, unless you have further questions concerning the contractual obligations of working for this firm...?" "No, sir. I understand all of this perfectly. I'm very excited to be working for Harrison & Hamill." "You don't just *work* here, young lady," Mr. Harrison said with a smile. "You're a partner!" Bianca signed the contract, and passed it over to Mr. Hamill, who affixed his signature, and then gave it to Mr. Tippling, who filed it away into its proper folder. "Now then. It was good of you to come in on Christmas Eve to sign the paperwork and to get up to speed." "I don't want to slow anything down, sir. I know this firm is responsible for several major pending cases, and I want to be useful as quickly as possible." "Very good. We have to go to a charity banquet, and the office is closed. Mr. Tippling will remain, to fill you in on everything you need to know." The two senior partners rose, and hands were shaken all around. "We'll leave you two to your work. Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas," the junior partners said in unison. "I'm sorry to make you work on Christmas Eve, Mr. Tippling," Bianca said. "Look, the only reason I'm not the most junior partner in the firm is because *you* are now the most junior partner in the firm. Call me Gary, Mrs. Ross." "Bianca." The two smiled, and then Gary turned to a new stack of paperwork. "First thing's first. We have to fill out all of your paperwork for insurance and benefits and... well, you get the idea. This should take us until... oh, I'd say spring..." Bianca laughed at his joke, and smiled. "It's okay. I'm used to doing lots of paperwork. I worked as a paralegal before I got my degree. Let's just get started, shall we?" The two sat down and began to sort through all of it, one horrid document at a time. ----- The pair had been working for four straight hours before they decided to take a break. They had filled out all the necessary paperwork, and had begun to review the important cases the firm was currently involved with. Bianca straightened up, and put her hand to her lower back, trying to ease the pain from sitting so long. "You'd think they could buy more comfortable chairs," she said ruefully. "Oh, they have them," he said. "The senior partners have chairs that cost two grand a piece. Us peons get the cheapies." "I'm going to get a soda. You want anything?" "No, thanks." Bianca walked down to the soda machine, which sat in a niche. As she turned away from the soda machine, her eyes glanced out the nearby window. What she saw made her freeze in place. She walked stiffly over to the window, unbelieving of what she saw. "Gary?" she called out, loudly enough for him to hear her down the hallway. Gary walked casually down the hall, figuring she was having some kind of problem with the machine. He found her staring out the window. "Look," she said, her voice hushed in awe. Gary looked out the window, and his jaw dropped. The pair had been working in a room with no windows, in the interior of the building. They had not heard the howling winds raging outside. When they looked out, what they saw was a world of white. They could not see the ground from where they were standing on the twelfth floor; the snow was blowing that heavily. Pressing his hand against the glass, Gary could feel it shake; the winds had to be above gale force strength. "I wonder how bad it really is," he said, his voice as subdued as hers had been. "Let's go downstairs and see." Bianca nodded, but didn't speak. She stayed right behind Gary as he led her to the elevator, and she stood close to him on the trip down. She didn't like storms, and had moved from Florida to get away from the threat of hurricanes. She'd forgotten that northern blizzards were almost worse. There was no need to do something as foolish as step outside to find out how bad the storm was. In truth, they could not step outside: a drift of snow had piled up against the front entrance, completely blocking access. They walked around the ground floor until they found a door that wasn't blocked, only to find snow two feet deep greeting them. "Two feet... in four hours. My god, what a storm." Gary said this after he'd managed to lever the door shut against the blowing winds. "What are we going to do? How do we get home?" Bianca asked, her voice under tight control. Gary let out a short bark of a laugh. "In this shit, you don't. You stay put, unless you like winding up a popsicle. C'mon, let's head back upstairs." In the elevator, Gary wondered at Bianca's seeming inability to cope with a simple snowstorm. He didn't yet know enough of her history to realize it was her first. He walked down to one of the offices, which was unlocked, of course, and then picked up a phone. Luckily, it still worked. "Who are you calling?" Bianca asked. He hadn't realized that she'd followed him. "My wife. You should probably call home, too, so they won't worry. We're not getting out of here today... or maybe even tomorrow. This could take a while to clear out." Bianca hadn't considered that, and walked away, twisting the ring on her finger in worry. She didn't like being stuck in a building, no matter its size. The word *trapped* kept echoing in her mind. Back in the office, Gary had reached his house. "Hey, Darla. It's me. I'm still at work. What's the weather look like at home?" "A little bit of snow. No big deal, really. Why?" Gary Tippling lived well outside of the city; he wasn't surprised the storm had missed his home. "It's a complete white-out here, Honey. We've got like two feet of snow on the ground already." "Well, you'd better get moving, before all the roads are closed!" "Darla, I don't think you understand. There *aren't* any roads here. Everything's covered in two solid feet of snow. I couldn't even tell which car was mine in the parking lot. I'd need a snow plow just to get onto a street." "Gary, tomorrow is *Christmas*! You've got to be home!" "Honey, I want to be home as much as you do, but I'm not superman. I can't magically clear a path through the blizzard." "But we have *commitments!* The Adlers are expecting us! And we were going to the Hoffman party, too! Do you realize how bad it's going to look if we don't show?" Gary took a deep breath, trying to control his temper. Here he was, stuck in the middle of a snowstorm, and all his wife was worried about were their social engagements. "Darla, I'm aware of all that. Somehow, I think they'll understand that I wasn't able to make it." "You're not even willing to *try*, are you?" Darla accused him. "I bet it's not even as bad as all that. You just don't care. I've spent two years building up our social status, and you're willing to throw it all away for-" "Darla," Gary said, interrupting her angrily, "I don't feel like listening to you rant about how this will affect our 'social status.' Maybe you don't get it, but this is a serious storm! If I was going to go out in it, I would certainly get stuck, and probably freeze to death!" "Oh, let's not be melodramatic, Gary. It can't possibly be that bad, or the phone lines would be down." "The phones," Gary tried not to snarl, "are underground. Now, I'm going to hang up, before one or the other of us says something he will regret later. I'll call you later. Good-bye." Gary hung up the phone before his wife could respond. He marched out of the office, ignoring Bianca, who was sitting in a chair across the way, and walked down the hall, muttering to himself angrily about the stupidity and sheer arrogance of his wife. Bianca sat with her arms wrapped around herself, waiting for him to come back. She didn't like being alone in this place with a storm outside. After about ten minutes, Gary did come back, with Bianca's soda, which she had left on the window sill. He had one of his own now. "Sorry about that," he said calmly. "Darla really knows how to press all the right buttons to piss me off." "Sounds like it. What's her deal?" "Darla married me for status. I thought she loved me at the time, and I know I was in love... well, I was in love with what I thought she was. Anyway, we go to a lot of gatherings of young couples... you know, the kind who don't have kids yet. We stand around and talk shop and brag to each other about how we're going to take over the company one day. It's all bullshit, really, but Darla believes in it. We were invited to three separate Christmas parties for tomorrow. Of course, she's mortified that I can't take her now." "Christmas parties, on Christmas Day?" "Like I said, these couples don't have kids, and they're old enough not to want to do the whole mom and dad thing. So, why not?" "I suppose. So, she's really upset?" "Yeah. She thinks I'm concocting the whole snowstorm just to cheat her out of her parties. Shit, I don't know what she was going to accuse me of... maybe she thinks I'm having an affair." They both laughed a little nervously at that thought. "How did your husband take it?" Gary asked. He had seen the ring on her hand; it was obvious she was married. "I didn't call him." "Don't you think you should?" "Why bother? He hardly notices when I'm at home, anyway. So long as the food doesn't run out, he'll be fine. Hell, why interrupt him? He's probably busy screwing the maid, anyway. It's our third maid. He's felt compelled to fire each one when I've caught them together. I think he thinks I won't know he's just going to fuck the next one, as well." "Sorry." She waved her hand. "Ross married me for money. I wish I'd realized that at the time, but, like you, I was in love with an image that didn't last." "You refer to your husband by his last name?" Gary asked incredulously. Bianca arched an eyebrow at him. "His family calls him Ross the Third. They call him that not because there are two others before him, but because they named him Ross... Ross... Ross. I don't know who was drunk when they were naming the child, but..." Gary couldn't strangle the laugh that he was holding in, and finally he had to let it out before he hurt himself. He tried to apologize to Bianca when he settled down, but she wouldn't let him. "I suppose it is funny to others. To me it's just pathetic... but then, I've had to put up with his family." "I'm sorry, really. But... naming your kid Ross Ross Ross... is..." Gary broke off in a fit of giggles again. Bianca smiled wanly at him; his laugh was somewhat infectious. After a little bit, she was chuckling, too. When they had both finally settled down, Bianca grinned at him. "Thanks. I needed that." "No problem." Gary took a deep breath, and let it out. "Well, we're stuck here. You want to try to get some more work done?" "Might as well. Not much else to do. Which case were we working on?" "Simpson v. Skinner. Now, this is interesting..." ----- Over the course of the next several hours, the two kept working. Bianca tried to focus her mind solely on their task, to try to push the thoughts of the storm outside out of her head. For the most part, it worked, until they would pause to stretch, or get a soda, and then the thought of it would come crashing back in on her, and she would have to hug herself to keep from shivering. Gary had noticed this behavior, but had been afraid to mention it. He didn't want to pry into her private life, and a person's fears are the most private thing about them. When it started to grow dark outside, though, he figured they'd worked enough. "What say we raid the snack machine? I'm hungry." "Oh, there's nutrition for you!" Bianca said with a laugh. Gary laughed with her. "It's either that, or we go down to the cafeteria, and you can make me dinner, since I can barely cook things that come out of a box with directions on it!" Bianca laughed lightly. Normally, such a comment would have set off her 'sexism' alert, but coming from Gary, it came out as the self-deprecating joke he had meant it as. "No, I don't think that will work, either. I'm not much of a chef myself. Okay, Cheetos it is!" The two gathered a fair collection of junk food on a table, and began munching. Once they started, they both realized that they were fairly hungry, even for this completely worthless collection of foodstuffs. "Bianca," Gary said, trying to approach the subject obliquely, without prying. "Why does this storm bother you so bad? I mean, it's nasty, but it's just a winter storm..." "It's my first," she said simply. Seeing the shock on his face, she explained. "I was born in Kissimmee, Florida. When I was eight, we moved to Ft. Myers. I did college at the University of Miami, and law school in Florida, as well. I've spent my whole life in a place where it never snows. I came up here to get away from hurricanes, and look what I get myself into!" She shuddered as the building creaked ever so slightly in the winds. Gary unconsciously reached out and put his hand on her arm. "It's okay. This'll pass. So, you grew up in Florida, huh? I've been there on vacation a couple times... did the Spring Break thing once in Ft. Lauderdale, but... seemed nice enough. I suppose the hurricanes would be a problem." "I was nearly caught in Andrew. I got out of the area only six hours before it hit. That was it for me. I knew I wanted to live somewhere that didn't get leveled every few years. Now look where I am." "Well, it could be worse. We have light, heat, shelter, food - such as it is - and good company... well, at least I have good company," he said with a smile. Bianca giggled at him. "What about you? How did you end up here?" "My parents always wanted their son to grow up to be President. Well, of course, the best career for a lying politician is a lying attorney, so... I didn't get a whole lot of say in the matter; I was raised with a goal in mind. I don't much mind, though... I like being an attorney. Didn't expect to marry a bitch... oops, sorry, didn't mean to..." Bianca waved it off. "Can't be any worse than the bastard I'm stuck with. How did you meet her?" "We met in college. She came up to me during a dance one night and, well, things progressed from there. I think back on it and realize that she must have scouted me or something, like I was some kind of football player. She had planned out every phase of our relationship, and I, being the self-conscious type that didn't know any better, just went along with what she wanted. I was popping the question before I ever really knew what had happened, and she's just sort of always held the reins in our relationship." "That's got to get old." "Tell me about it. I hate to admit that her accusation is somewhat true; I do try to spend as much time working as I can, just to get away from her. And I'm not all that sorry that I'll be missing tomorrow's little get-togethers. Most of those people are arrogant assholes." "Why do you put up with it?" Gary shrugged. "Mainly, because of the pre-nup. She would get half of everything, and probably manage to get the *better* half, if you know what I mean." "Any good lawyer should be able to bust that pre-nup apart, if it's that unfair... hell, you're a good lawyer, or you wouldn't be here..." Gary shrugged again. "I know... I think I just don't want the stress in my life... I dunno, divorce always seems like such a lonely thing to do." "I suppose." "How did you meet Mr. Ross?" Gary asked, chuckling again. Bianca smiled; he had a way of making the annoying funny. "Bar scene. I was lonely, he was there... call it a one-night stand that turned into a standing nightmare." "Is he abusive?" "No. He knows better. I'm not one of those women who'd put up with that kind of shit. I'd have him drawn and quartered, and *then* sentenced to two years in county lockup. But he plays around constantly. He doesn't even try to hide it very well. I wasn't kidding when I said he was probably screwing the maid. One time I caught him doing it with her in *our bed*. I really let loose on him that night. Hell, I can't remember the last time he and I had sex." "Do you ever...?" Bianca shook her head. "And don't ask me why I don't, because I don't know. He sure as hell wouldn't care, assuming he ever found out, and he wouldn't try. All he cares about is the money. The cars, the clothes, the house: so long as all that stuff is there, he couldn't give a rat's ass about me." "So, why don't you kick him to the curb?" "Pretty much the same reason you don't. He told me one time that he was boffing this lawyer, said she told him how much alimony he'd get from me if we divorced... It was a not-so-veiled threat; he knows he's got me over a barrel." "Sounds like a prize dirt-bag." "He is that." Gary picked up his soda, and gestured to make a toast. "Here's to spouses. God's punishment for having fun in our youth!" "Amen!" Bianca said with a smile, clinking her can against his. ----- The pair talked for a while after their "meal", and then they each logged on to the Internet, to see if they could get weather reports concerning the storm. It soon became obvious that they would be trapped for at least the next day or so; the storm wasn't easing off. For a while, they involved themselves in purely personal web surfing, just to kill time, but soon enough they realized how futile it was, and decided simply to go to bed. "Maybe we'll get lucky, and the storm will quit early." "Don't hold your breath," Bianca said glumly. "Storms generally don't cooperate very well." Gary smiled. "Well, whatever. I'm taking the couch in Mr. Martin's office. You might want to use the one in Ms. Lewis' office... it looks pretty comfortable." "Okay. See you in the morning?" "If the building doesn't fall down," he said with a smile. "Thanks a lot!" she said, but smiled at him anyway. Gary took off his shoes, and settled down onto the couch. Even as early as it was, it was easy for him to become sleepy; the wind outside was a noise he'd grown up with, and it was lulling him quickly into a stupor. He didn't know how long it was before he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. He blinked a few times, and then rolled to look up at Bianca. "Whatsa matter?" he said drowsily. "I'm sorry. There's no way I can sleep alone in this wind. You mind if I take a piece of the floor?" Now, Gary was a little too much of a gentleman. He rolled to a sitting position. "No, you take the couch. I'll take the floor." "That's hardly fair," she said. "After all, I'm the one who's changing things around." "There's no way I can let a lady sleep on the floor when I have the couch, okay? Call me a chauvinist pig, but that's the way my mom raised me." "Well, I'm not going to take the couch, either!" she said firmly. Both of them looked at each other in exasperation, and then laughed. "You want that part of the floor, or this part?" Gary said with a smile. "I'll take this part here." "Okay." Gary lay down on the floor right next to the couch. It was ridiculous that neither of them would now be comfortable, but he accepted that as a matter of course. He would not be seen to be rude. In only a few minutes, they both realized that sleeping on the floor wasn't all that uncomfortable, since the rugs were thick, but it was *cold*. The heat didn't seem to make it all the way to the floor. Gary got up after only a couple minutes. "I'll be right back. There are some emergency supplies in the hall closet. Maybe there are some blankets." "Okay," Bianca said, shivering to herself. She looked over at the couch, but she'd be damned if she would take the only comfortable 'bed' after she'd forced him out of it. Gary was back in a few minutes. "Good news and bad news. Which would you like first?" "The bad news." "There's only one blanket." "Hmm. Well, what was the *good* news?" "There was a blanket. You were supposed to ask for that first," he said with a grin. She giggled. "It's a good-size blanket. I think we're adult enough to sleep side-by-side in order to share it, don't you?" "Yes, I think so." Gary unfolded the blanket, and then dropped down to the floor. He flicked the blanket to spread it over both of them, and then lay down. He turned his back to her, and he could feel her bottom pushing against his; they huddled close together to keep warm. He would have laughed, but he didn't want to offend her. After only a few more minutes, he was sound asleep. Bianca knew that this would be humorous to anyone who saw it; she was sure she was the only person in the state who was terrified just then. She pushed herself back until she was fully pressed up against Gary. His warmth and bulk - what there was of it - were reassuring to her. She closed her eyes, and after a long period of restlessness, was able to go to sleep. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... When Gary began to wake up, he did so in his usual way, slowly and somewhat groggily. He felt a warm body pressed against him, and in his sleepy state, he just assumed it was his wife. Unusual as it was for her to be frisky, he knew he should take advantage of it while he could. He rubbed his hands up and down her back and pulled her close to him. In only another moment, he realized his bed wasn't this hard or furry, and that he wasn't sleeping with his wife. His eyes shot open, to be confronted by a just-awakening Bianca, who could feel his hands, which had nearly reached her ass. He blushed crimson, and tried to move away from her, only to find that, during the night, they had tangled themselves in the blanket. By the time Gary managed to get himself free of the blanket, he was totally flustered. He made a few unintelligible noises, and departed from the room, to take care of his morning needs, and to hopefully let some of the blood retreat from his face into the rest of his body. When he returned, he found Bianca sitting on the floor, stretching a little to loosen up. He couldn't really look her in the eyes, but he felt he should say something. "Uh, I'm sorry about that... when we woke up, I mean. I tend to be a little out of it in the morning, and... I guess I didn't really remember who you were... I... aw, shit," he said, finally, turning away because he was blushing again. He didn't see Bianca trying to hold in her giggles. As Gary turned back, Bianca held out her hand. He took it and helped her to her feet. She continued to hold on to his hand, and then she very, very lightly smacked it with her other one. "Bad hands," she said, scolding them seriously. Gary smiled. His smiled was erased by confusion when Bianca embraced him and kissed him on the cheek. "Good boy," she said with a grin. "Thank you for putting up with me last night. I guess I'm just not a bad-weather person." Gary tried to regain his composure as she let him go. "It's okay. Everyone has their little pet peeves." "It's still coming down like crazy out there," Bianca said, staring out the window. "I wonder how many feet of snow are out there now." "You'd probably rather not know." "We're going to be stuck here until June!" she said glumly. "I could think of worse people to be stuck with," Gary muttered to himself. "What?" Bianca asked, not having heard him. "Nothing. I'm going to go start the coffee machine. Then... hell, I don't know. Might as well do some more work." As he was about to leave the room, Bianca's voice stopped him. "Gary?" He turned back. "Yeah?" She smiled sweetly at him. "Merry Christmas." Gary blushed, then he said, "Merry Christmas to you, too." He retreated from the room before she could make him blush for yet another time this morning. *What is it with me and women? I can't keep control of myself around them no matter what! That was pretty much how Darla roped me in the first place.* That line of thought led Gary to things he didn't want to think about, so he focused on making the coffee. ----- The two coworkers returned to their study of cases for about half of the morning, but after that, they had run out of material to go over. They each took a little personal time, just to be alone, review email, and see what was going on outside their whited-out ping-pong ball of a world. The snow kept coming down, and even Gary couldn't believe it. He estimated, after walking down to the second floor, that there was at least four feet of snow on the ground. This was ridiculous; he'd never heard of such a storm. It had to be the worst in over a hundred years. They broke for lunch, which consisted of another batch of junk food. Gary had made a raid on the cafeteria, and had at least managed to get them something decent to drink. They sat together, munching away, lost in thought. "I'd never have thought, six months ago," Bianca finally said, "that I'd be stuck in my office quite this literally." Gary chuckled. "Yeah. This wasn't really how I planned my life to turn out, either." "What *did* you expect?" she asked, apparently interested. Gary set down his chips. "Well, the whole lawyer thing, as I said, was a given. But I think I more expected to be a trial attorney, maybe a prosecutor." "Criminal law?" "Yeah. Protecting the public, that whole thing. But... well, Darla talked me out of that. She didn't see any social future in being a DA." "Geez, what's she been smokin'?" Gary shrugged. "Anyway, she managed to talk me out of it, and so here I am, shuffling corporate paperwork back and forth, doing the occasional contractual dispute and a lot of work with corporations negotiating this or that. It's dull, most of the time." "Why don't you change?" He shrugged again. "Just caught in the rut, I guess. Plus it would mean a nice long battle with Darla, and I don't know as I feel I'm up to that." "You can't let her run your *whole* life," Bianca said, before she could stop herself. Gary just nodded. "I know. I guess I'm just a little too easygoing... it's too easy for her to push me in the direction she wants to go." Bianca nodded. "At least she seems to be gentle about her manipulation. Ross does his through thinly veiled threats about my career and my future." "He's not what you wanted in a husband, is he?" "Not hardly. When I was in my teens... you know, those 'formative years', I always dreamed that my husband and I would do things together, that we'd sit on the couch and talk about things. I thought we'd spend time at the park, or at the zoo..." "Definitely not at socialite parties?" he asked with a grin. "No, none of those!" she laughed. "Darla's not what you wished for, either, is she?" "No. Darla has no ambitions other than her own self-importance. She wants to look big in other people's eyes without actually doing anything. I had hoped that my wife would be my equal. Darla isn't, really... she just expects me to treat her like she is. She's shallow, vain, and not terribly bright, when I'm honest about it. Trying to explain one of our cases to *her* would take all day." Bianca nodded. "I know the feeling. Ross is smart enough, but he doesn't give enough of a shit about me to *want* to discuss a case." They each looked down, and then they looked at each other. It was a moment of mutual blushing. "Listen to us," Gary said. "We sound like two old-timers, bitching about what could have been." Bianca laughed. "Too true. We do have something in common with those old-timers, though." "What's that?" "Neither of us seems to be able to do anything about it." "Going it alone's kind of a scary proposition." "Yeah." The two lapsed into silence for a long moment. After an uncomfortably long pause, Gary said, "Look, we can't just *sit* here. I know we worked our asses off never to have to do paralegal work again, but..." "But it will keep us from going completely nuts. You're right. Let's do it." ----- Gary was in the middle of a lengthy email to his brother, who lived in Hawaii - the bastard - when the computer turned itself off. Gary cursed at length until he realized that the computer wasn't the only thing that was off. He hadn't bothered turning on the room light, but he now realized that the lights in the hall were also out. He stepped out into the hallway, and muttered under his breath. It was apparent that main power had gone out in the building, and the only illumination came from the emergency floods at each end of the hallway. With a sigh and another muttered curse, he decided he should find Bianca, to make sure she wasn't stuck somewhere without power. After banging his shins on two trash cans and a desk, he finally made his way over to the maintenance closet, where he grabbed the flashlight kept there. He wandered down the hallway, looking for her in each office. They'd separated for some more 'alone time' about a half hour before. When he got to the conference room, he stepped in. He didn't see her, but the sight out the window caught his attention. Walking to the window, he set the flashlight down and stared out. The snow had turned to sleet. It was an ice storm; worse by far than a snowstorm. The snow was something they could deal with, but it was obvious that the ice had taken down the transmission lines outside of town. There was no electric light to be seen within his view, which covered a dozen city blocks. "Aw, hell," he sighed. Just then, he heard a whimper coming from behind him. He turned quickly, and with his eyes now adjusted to the darkness, he saw her sitting on the edge of the conference table, holding herself and shivering uncontrollably. He knew she didn't like storms, but this was far worse than she'd been. Gary moved to her side, and put his arm on her shoulder. "It's okay, Bianca." "What happened to the lights?" "The storm must have knocked out power. We'll be okay. The heat here runs on a separate emergency system." "Turn the lights back on," she said. It was as if she hadn't even heard him. "I can't, Bianca," he said calmly, quietly. "The power went off." Bianca's shivers turned into shudders, and Gary felt compelled to wrap his arms around her. He sat next to her on the table, holding her against himself. "God I hate the dark," she whispered, over and over again. Gary pulled her more tightly to himself, and began to stroke her hair. He couldn't really think of anything to say at this point, so he just kept holding her. His hand strayed from her hair down onto her back, and she seemed to ease a little at that. He didn't really know what he was doing now; he only knew that he had to keep her calm, so she wouldn't panic on him. As Gary continued to rub her back, Bianca slid against him, pushing herself more firmly into his grasp. He didn't really mind that, though his mind was a little confused about what he should do at this point. Part of him told him just to go with it, and another part told him that she wasn't thinking straight. His hand, however, was now caressing her lower back, very close to the spot it had reached that morning. At that point, Bianca turned her face up to look at him. It was too dark for him to read her expression, but he didn't think she was angry. Her one hand came up to caress his cheek, and she craned her neck upward. He automatically tilted his head down, and their lips touched. The kiss began soft, but it soon deepened into a passionate exchange. When Gary let his tongue slip out to brush against her lips, she opened her mouth immediately to welcome it. Their tongues were soon dancing wetly, first in her mouth, then in his, then back in hers. Gary resolved himself not to make the first move, but he didn't have to. Bianca shifted herself, raising her body up to be more in line with his, and pressed herself tightly against him. She embraced him, and began to caress his back. He kept his hands moving across her back, as well, though he made sure not to go too far down. Bianca was having none of that. She kept her arms around him as she leaned backward, pulling him down on top of her. He moved his arms out from under her to support his weight, and continued to kiss her. By this point, it was obvious to Gary that she was going to let him... or more accurately, probably going to *encourage* him... to take liberties with her. He had never cheated on his wife, but this wasn't due so much to any sense of honor or loyalty to her, as much as it was that he simply didn't go looking for trouble. Now, with this attractive, vulnerable, and friendly woman urging him on, he simply couldn't resist. Gary moved his hand softly upward, until it was cupping Bianca's breast through her clothes. She moaned into his mouth, enticing him to move more vigorously. His hand kneaded the flesh beneath it, and she groaned, arching her back to push her tit into his hand. Emboldened, Gary let his hand move from her breast to the buttons on her blouse. She almost objected at first, until she realized where his hand had gone. At that, she allowed her own hands to begin pulling on his shirt, trying to free it from his slacks. By the time he had all of her buttons undone, she had managed to get his shirt loose, and had already undone both of the cuffs. The pair broke their kiss for a brief moment, so they could both remove their shirts. Nothing was said, and it was too dark to exchange glances, though Gary could see the outline of her body, waiting for him. He reached out and pulled her up to him, embracing her and returning his lips to hers. As their tongues reacquainted themselves, he found the clasp for her bra and unhooked it. She squirmed against him, helping him to slip the garment off her body without breaking their embrace. He suddenly felt the hot points of her nipples pressing deliciously into his bare chest, and that aroused him in a way that he had not felt in quite some time. Eager now, Gary's hands reached down and found the clasp on her skirt, which was undone in under a second, and was soon followed by the zipper. Bianca wrapped her arms around Gary and physically lifted herself off the table, allowing her skirt to be yanked clear of her body. She wasn't able to settle before Gary had also grabbed the waistband of her panties and dragged them clear. As she settled onto the cold mahogany of the table, she shivered slightly. Gary broke their kiss, and stepped back just a bit. He kept in contact with Bianca, so she wouldn't think he was leaving, but there was something he wanted to do. His wife didn't much care for anything more than just missionary-position sex, and she would never have done anything so decadent as to screw on the dining room table, let alone a conference table. Gary let his hands trail across her body as he knelt. He carefully pulled her forward, until her pussy was just at the edge of the table. Bianca wasn't quite sure what he had in mind, but when his fingers started dancing across her breasts, she didn't much care what else he was doing. That is, until Gary leaned forward, and his tongue swiped gently across her swollen pussy lips. Bianca squealed in surprise and pleasure, and her hands flew to the back of Gary's head, pushing him firmly against her crotch. Gary smiled to himself, and continued to move his tongue back and forth. He didn't need to see what he was doing for this; he'd known several girls in college who had loved his tongue. He stiffened it, and thrust his tongue into Bianca's dripping cunt like a small cock. She groaned out loudly in joy as he began to move his head back and forth, fucking her with his tongue. Bianca was rolling her hips, trying to push him more deeply into her. After a little while, Gary sensed she was almost there, and so he pulled his tongue out - a difficult task, with her hands mashing him against her pussy - and moved upward. His tongue quickly found her clit, and began to wiggle against the very tip of it. Bianca's head rolled backward, and she had to let go of his head so she could use her arms to support herself, as her back arched and she nearly fell flat onto the table. Gary kept up his ministrations, and Bianca screamed in bliss, awash in the wonderful sensations he was causing between her legs. In only a few more seconds, Bianca gave a loud shriek of ecstasy, and her body twisted and bucked, lost in the throes of orgasm. Gary continued to flick her clit with his tongue throughout her climax, only letting her go when she started to come down. He could hear her breathing heavily as he rose from his position on the floor. Silently, he unfastened and removed his slacks. His cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being, and he hoped she wasn't done for the night. He needn't have worried; Bianca was far from through. After a few moments to catch her breath, which Gary filled by toying with her nipples and rubbing little circles in her thighs with his fingertips, she was more than ready for more. His patience and caresses were rewarded. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled herself up to him, embracing him and giving him a deep, soul-burning kiss. It was then that she felt his stiff rod trapped between them. Breaking their kiss, she asked coyly, "Is that for me?" "Only if you want it," he said with an unseen grin. Bianca rocked her hips, rubbing his hard cock through her pussy hair. "I want it," she said with a low growl, "*inside me*." Gary didn't need to be told twice. He leaned back slightly, and Bianca reached down to grab his rock-hard prick. She slipped it into position, aimed right at her waiting hole. As Gary moved forward, she let her hand slide along his length as he slid into her, slowly and gently. Bianca was tight, but she was also wet and very aroused. Gary's slow movements were not enough for her. Rocking her hips, she moved her hand back up to his neck. She then leaned back until she was lying on the table, with him bent over her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and purred deep in her throat. "I think this kitten needs to be fucked," she said huskily. Gary got the message, and he began to pound into her furiously. Bianca was immediately panting and groaning, her head twisting side to side as Gary thrust into her as hard as he could. He straightened up slightly, to give him a better angle, and he thrust even harder. Bianca's legs came unwrapped from his waist as she was lost in the passion. He grabbed them, and pulled them up until her ankles were on his shoulders. This tightened her pussy around him even more - as if that was necessary - and increased the feeling for both of them. Bianca was screaming almost constantly now, lost in the waves of ecstasy rolling over her. When Gary reached out and tweaked both her nipples at the same time, she lost it. Her body quivered and shook as a massive orgasm tore through her. Gary kept pounding into her as she climaxed, sending her higher and higher. Even as Bianca finally started to come down from her high, Gary didn't stop; he was getting close to his own climax, and he didn't want to slow down now. Bianca didn't have the strength - nor the desire - to stop him, and she simply rode the wave as he pushed her over the brink one more time. Her body was wracked with spasms, and her cunt rippled along his shaft. Gary finally reached the edge, and plunged off into his own world of white-hot pleasure. His cum spewed deep into Bianca's pussy, and her body shuddered at the feel of it splashing within her depths. The couple writhed together for long moments before they were able to come down from their climaxes. Gary gently moved Bianca's legs to the side, and she wrapped them around his waist again, trapping him inside her. He leaned down, and took her into his arms, kissing her passionately. Their kiss didn't lead to anything more only because both of them were thoroughly out of breath. When Gary finally released her lips, she lay back on the table, and looked up at his shadow. Her eyes misted slightly, as she realized how comfortable she felt being with this man. *I've known him for less than two days, and he already treats me better than Ross ever has. I could see us together in a way that I never really did with Ross.* Bianca lifted her hands to run them gently over Gary's chest. *I only wish he felt the same way.* Gary looked down at the lovely woman beneath him. He couldn't see her expression, but he could feel the way her body reacted to him. *She's so incredible. She's the perfect woman.* Gary studied her body with the tips of his fingers, noting the slight shivers this caused in her. For a fleeting moment, he thought about his wife, but he held her up against the woman beneath him, and her image faded instantly into the mists of unimportance. Gary sighed contentedly, and said, "This is going to be..." he faltered for a word. "Interesting? Exciting? Fun?" Bianca offered. "Complicated," he said. He gave another unseen grin, and then leaned down and kissed her again. When he released her this time, he stayed closer to her. He said, "But at least I won't feel so alone anymore." "No. Neither will I. Merry Christmas, Gary," she said, repeating her earlier comment. "Merry Christmas. And welcome to the firm," he said with another kiss. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===BIRTHDAY GIFT===-- Birthday Gift _ _ Jane Tucker came in the door of her house and closed it. She was home early for once; the manager at the store where she worked had mistakenly scheduled too many people to work, and Jane, being the lowest person on the totem pole, had been told to go home. She grumbled about the lost hours and wages, but if she wanted to keep the job, she couldn't bitch too loudly. She wondered where her children were, as the house seemed pretty quiet. She thought she heard some noise coming from the bedroom areas, however, and so she headed in that direction. As Jane passed by Connie's room, she looked in to see it empty. The noises coming from her son's room, however, had her so intrigued that she didn't stop to consider where her daughter had gone. Her children spent much of their time alone, due to the fact that Jane worked two jobs, and she had to trust them to do the right thing on their own. She had tried to raise them the best way she knew how, and now they were very nearly on their own. She provided a home and food, but little else. The fact of it ate at her conscience. Jane approached her son's door carefully, because the noises coming from that room were resolving themselves into something very familiar to Jane: sex. She could hear the bed squeaking as her son pounded into some little vixen. *How long has he been doing that? I know he stopped complaining about not having a girlfriend around Christmastime, but he hasn't said anything in the last couple months about seeing anyone special...* While her thoughts traveled along this road, her ears continued to listen to the sounds of fucking going on behind the door. She heard her son grunting, and the girl moaned loudly. Jane couldn't believe that she was becoming aroused. Her hand squeezed her breast through her clothes, and she squeezed her thighs together repeatedly, causing her panties to rub against her pussy, which was getting wet from thinking about her son's dick pounding in and out of some girl's cunt. "Oh, god," Jane heard her son say. "You're so tight!" Jane's pussy grew wetter as she thought about it. She could almost envision Rick's hard cock slipping in and out of the unknown girl's pussy, her pussy lips grasping at it, her breathing ragged - as Jane's was becoming right now - and her body twisting beneath him. The girl in the room was whimpering in pleasure now, clearly on the verge of her own climax. Jane listened intently, her hand slipping between her legs to press up into her pussy through her clothes. She could feel the dampness of her cunt beginning to soak through the pants; she knew her panties were already drenched. She didn't care as she listened to her son and his lover going at it. Jane had been on many dates since her husband had passed away four years earlier, but most of them did not end in sex, and none of them had developed into a long-term relationship. She just didn't have the time to commit to that sort of thing. That did not mean, however, that she didn't have needs and desires, and listening to her son making love to someone had ignited the passions within her. Making a decision, Jane strode purposefully to her own room, unbuttoning her slacks on the way. By the time she got into her own room, her hand was already slipping inside her panties. She closed the bedroom door, and then slumped back against it, her finger slipping quickly into her wet pussy. Jane finger-fucked herself vigorously, letting her palm press against her clit with each inward thrust of her finger, and letting her finger drag along her clit as she withdrew it. She was soon gasping in her own pleasure, her hand moving almost of its own accord. Her other hand gripped her tit, groping it through her clothing, and Jane had to fight to keep her voice down. In mere seconds, her body convulsed, and she let out one short cry of passion as her orgasm washed over her. She rocked her hips against her hand, bucking as her orgasm ravaged her body in the most pleasant of ways. Her mind conjured up the image of her son fucking some unknown girl and her orgasm intensified to the point that she was slamming back against the door. She was too far gone to care if anyone heard her, though. Finally, her orgasm subsided, and Jane slumped back, using the door to hold herself upright. After several deep breaths, she walked shakily over to the bed and collapsed on it, pulling off her soaked clothing. She ran her hands over her bare thighs and shivered again. *God, I need to get laid.* ----- As Jane recovered from her climax, she listened as the love-making in the other room reached a crescendo. She heard both of them cry out their pleasures, and then it grew quiet. Jane knew about the quiet part; she'd often cuddled with her husband after sex, just lying there quietly, not talking, barely even thinking, more concerned with *being*. Soon, Jane's curiosity began to eat at her. She wondered if she knew the other girl. Sluggishly, she pulled herself up off the bed, and went to her door, opening it. She left it open as she went to her dresser to get fresh underwear, and put it on. She wasn't trying to be an exhibitionist, but she didn't want to miss her chance to see who it had been. It was several long minutes before anything happened, giving Jane plenty of time to finish dressing, and to settle herself into the chair in her room. Long ago, when the children had been younger, she'd positioned this chair in relation to the dresser mirror. It allowed her to see out her bedroom door and down a good portion of the hallway. Certainly she had a good view of her son's bedroom door. Jane tingled with excitement as the bedroom door opened. She could feel her heart racing, just at the thought of seeing the freshly-fucked young lady come out of the room, glowing from the wonderful plowing she'd just gotten. Jane was not prepared for what she saw. Jane's hand quickly rose to cover her mouth as she gasped. She saw the girl clearly, and then her son emerged after her, embracing the girl and kissing... The girl was *Connie*, her own daughter! Her son had been fucking his sister while she listened! *And got off on it!* she thought to herself in disgust. Her eyes stared, unblinking, as the two continued to kiss. Finally, they parted, and Connie walked off down the hall. Jane thought to get up and scream at both of them, for Connie was obviously not being forced. She could not bring herself to move, however. She was riveted to the spot. As she stared, her son turned and looked down the hall toward Jane's bedroom. She didn't fear that he would see her; she had no lights on, and the shadows were heavy in the room. Still, she wondered if he was making sure that she had not found them out. *My god, how long have they been doing that? I've got to confront them about this! This is *wrong*! If anyone ever found out what they've been doing... the police... then child welfare... Rick's an adult, he'd go to real prison... And to take advantage of his own sister like that!* * Still... mmm, it sounded like she was really enjoying it. I wonder how big he is... I haven't seen him naked in years...* * Jane! Stop this! Crap, this is bad enough, but what you were thinking is *worse*! No, I need to get up and scream at those two long and loud for what they've been doing!* * But how can I, until I get a grip on myself? I'm afraid they might say something I don't have an answer for, and that would be even worse than not saying anything, wouldn't it?* * I can't say anything to them yet. I need to think this through carefully... and maybe screaming isn't the way to handle it. A long talk with both of them... or maybe one at a time? They can't gang up on me that way. Yes, that would probably be better.* * But... to talk to Rick about sex... alone... To discuss him fucking... ooh... I mean, to talk about him committing incest with his sister... mmm no, that isn't helping, either... Damn it, control yourself!* Jane struggled to control her thoughts, without much success. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Jane worked, during the day, for a small assembly company that put together consumer electronics products. The job was mindless and repetitive, and required nothing in the way of intelligence, which also meant it paid like crap. Jane, however, needed the job. The job market in the area was definitely in favor of the employers. She tried to keep her mind focused on her tasks, manually placing part A next to part B so that the robot at the next station could actually fasten them in place. Her hands moved back and forth, almost as if she was as much a robot as the machine a few feet away. Inside her mind, however, things were much different. Her thoughts were whirling and tumbling, jumbled up together and strewn all over the floor of her soul. *Rick and Connie are sleeping together.* * I really need to talk to them about their behavior.* * I wonder if Rick's any good?* * Shit! Stop that!* * How long has he been driving his stiff cock into my little girl... Ugh!* * What kicked it off? Did he force her in the beginning? Is he abusing her?* * What do I do to make him stop fucking Connie?* * What if he tries to fuck me?* Jane felt herself blush and shudder as that last thought ran through her mind. She looked down in shame, realizing that she should definitely not be having those kinds of thoughts. Suddenly, a loud horn blared, and everyone turned to look in her direction. She looked down to see that she had been putting the pieces in the wrong place. The robot next to her, unfeeling computer that it was, had caught her mistake, and was berating her for it. Her supervisor came over, a distinctly irate look on her face. "What the hell's your problem today, Tucker? This is your second mistake... and you're slowing down the whole line!" "I'm sorry, ma'am," Jane stuttered. "It's personal crap. I'll do my best not to let it interfere with my job again." "It better not, or you'll have lots of time to consider your personal crap... on the unemployment line!" The supervisor stormed off, and the line started moving again. Jane focused her eyes down, trying to force herself to pay attention to the moving parts, trying to keep her thoughts on her work. But the thought of Rick and his cock just wouldn't leave her alone. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Jane? You okay?" Trish asked. "Huh?" Jane said, startled out of her reverie. She'd been thinking about the situation at home again. Of course. "You okay? You've been standing there, staring, for the last twenty minutes. I don't mind doing the work if there's a problem, but you might feel better if you talk about it." "Uh... no, that's okay. I'm sorry, Trish. I didn't mean to slack off." "It's all right." Trish turned to go back to mopping the floor, and then a disgusted frown crossed her face. "Oh, geez, here he comes again." "Who?" she said. "That guy that's been hitting on you all week." "Oh." Jane looked and saw him crossing the parking lot. He worked at the nearby factory, and he worked the evening shift. He was just getting off work, and he would come in to buy himself a soda before heading home. He had been hitting on Jane for the last week, trying to get her to go out with him. Jane looked him over more appraisingly. *Maybe that's all it is. Maybe I just need to get laid, and my brain is obsessing about my son in an effort to shock me into it.* The man was not unattractive. He was fit, with a strong face and nice features. Normally, he would not have been her type just because he seemed too macho, but right now, she'd take what she could get. The man came in and smiled broadly at her. She smiled back politely, and waited for him to get his drink and come to the counter. "$2.38, please," Jane informed him. "How much extra to get your phone number?" he said. This was a new line, at least. Jane, off the top of her head, said, "Fifty cents." The man's eyes widened, and he dropped two quarters on the counter with a grin. Jane took his receipt and wrote her number on the back of it, handing it to him. She'd also wrote, "Call me tonight after 1am." She was home so rarely, getting a hold of her would be tricky if they didn't plan things carefully. The man left with a smile, and Trish came over to Jane with a worried look. "What the hell's gotten into you?" Jane shrugged. "I feel like going out with someone. He's the only one offering." Trish eyed her friend, but kept her peace about it, and went back to her cleaning. Jane, despite her promise, and her fervent hope when she made the date, went back to fretting over her son and daughter, and thinking about her son's sex life. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Doug led Jane into his apartment, and turned on a light. "You want something to drink?" he asked her. "Sure, if you've got some scotch." "Coming right up." Jane didn't drink often, but usually, when she was on these dates, she needed the inhibition-reducing effects. Ever since he'd called her that night to arrange the date, she'd been nervous and tense. She didn't understand her emotions; she'd gone out with the express purpose of getting laid before, so why was now different? Doug came back with her drink, and she took it, taking a hefty swallow right off the bat. Doug eyed her with a smile; any woman drinking like that probably wouldn't have the wherewithal to turn him down after too long. They chatted about nothing in particular as Jane finished her drink. She set the glass down, and then undid another button on her blouse. She'd already unfastened two of them during the evening, and now her blouse was open to the point that her bra would show if she pulled on the fabric. Doug did not ignore this rather obvious sign. He put his own drink down, and moved over to her. He took Jane into his arms and kissed her, hard. His tongue was immediately demanding entrance into her mouth, and she parted her lips to admit it. He sought out and roughly massaged her tongue with his. Jane didn't normally like it rough, but right now, she needed the release. Doug pushed her back until she tumbled onto the couch, and he was right behind her. His hand was already working at the remaining buttons on her blouse as he continued to maul her tongue with his own. *Geez, this guy's anxious, isn't he?* The blouse was soon unbuttoned and shoved roughly off Jane's shoulders. She worked to get it off her arms so that it wouldn't be completely ruined. As she struggled with it, Doug groped her chest through her bra, squeezing her tits and rolling them on her chest. While she had her hands behind her back after getting her blouse off, she unfastened her bra. Doug noticed immediately, yanking the fabric away from her chest so he could see her tits unobstructed. "Oh, yeah, Baby. Very nice." He groped her breast roughly and pinched her nipple. *Ugh. Well, this probably isn't going to be very pleasant... So long as he gets me off, though...* Doug bent down and took her free nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and lapping his tongue across it. Jane moaned in pleasure; her nipples were very sensitive. His free hand was working on her slacks, and it didn't take him long before they were fully unfastened. He thrust his hand into her pants and began to finger her through her panties. Jane was already wet, despite the rough treatment, because she was really very horny. Doug didn't really care why she was wet; her arousal merely meant he didn't have to work too hard. He grabbed hold of her pants and underwear and yanked them down, breaking his lips' hold on her nipple so that he could do so quickly. He pulled them off, yanking her shoes off and then she was nude. "Oh, yeah, you sweet thing. Lookin' good." Jane cringed inwardly. This slug was about as sensitive as a rock. *I bet even if he forced her, Rick treated Connie better than this...* The first thought of Rick ignited a fire inside of Jane. Her pussy grew wetter, and her nipples tingled. She looked at Doug, but she didn't really see him as he unfastened his pants and shoved them roughly down his legs. He slid his briefs off his hips as well. *Oh, god! He's going to fuck me with *that* pathetic thing? I bet Rick's is a lot bigger... Connie sure sounded like it was big enough to enjoy!* Doug climbed on top of Jane, and he fumbled, trying to stick his dick inside her. Finally, he took hold of it and guided it to the right spot, then jerked his hips forward, ramming it inside of her. Had he been even adequate, the move would have hurt, but Jane barely felt him enter her. She made the appropriate noises, of course; she didn't really want to piss him off, if he was like this. In her mind's eye, however, it wasn't Doug fucking her. It was Rick. She could see him clearly; naked and thrusting. She had never seen her son that way, but her imagination filled in all the necessary details. As Doug clumsily fucked her, Jane's mind insisted it was her son above her. The thrill of that caused her pussy to squeeze harder, to grow hotter and wetter. Doug felt her actions, and he grinned down at her. "Yeah, Baby. Work that cunt!" She neither heard nor saw any of what was really happening. In her mind, she was being fabulously fucked by her son. She began to cry out as her arousal climbed. Doug was almost unnecessary at this point, though his movements made the fantasy 'real.' She began to buck her hips up at him as her screams intensified. "Oh, god, yeah, do it, Baby!" Doug grunted, ramming his prick into her as fast and as hard as he could. Jane could feel him bumping against her clit with each thrust, and that did drive her right to the brink of her orgasm. In her mind, Rick reached down for Jane's breast and rolled the nipple lightly between his fingers. That was all it took. Jane's body shuddered, and her orgasm washed over her. In the heat of the moment, Jane shouted, "Oh, god, Rick!" Doug was almost too far gone to notice, as the start of her orgasm had triggered his own, causing him to spew his load into her hot cunt. After several seconds of bucking, though, he pulled out, and looked down at her with distaste. "Who the fuck is *Rick*?" he demanded. "What?" Jane asked, not realizing what she'd done. "I asked you who the fuck *Rick* is. Bitch, if you can't even get my *name* right, you ain't worth my time! Get the hell out of my house!" Doug stormed off to the bathroom as Jane tried to regain her senses. She had actually screamed her son's name during orgasm? *Oh, fuck.* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Jane always worked her schedule so that her days off from both jobs were the same. This meant that she would at least be able to recuperate, and see her kids two days a week. Her date with Doug had been on her day off, but she'd not had another day off for four days. Now she was sitting in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee and thinking over her predicament. She still did not know what to do about her children. She was certain that what she saw was not a one-time occurrence, or even a rare happening. They were too intimate with each other when they'd come out of the room for it to be uncomfortable for either of them. She jumped, startled by a rap at the back door. The door opened, and Serena, their next door neighbor, stuck her head in. "Hello, Jane. Like some company?" "Hi, Serena. C'mon in. Want some coffee?" "I'll get it," she said, waving Jane back into her chair. Serena made herself some coffee, and then sat down across from her friend. Serena had come over for a simple social visit, but it was obvious to her immediately that Jane was in discomfort. "What is the matter?" Serena asked, her Spanish accent coming through. Serena had immigrated years before, but when she was angry, upset, or worried, her old speech pattern emerged. "It's nothing," Jane lied. "Oh, *sandeces*!" Serena said. She swore mostly in Spanish, despite many years in the United States. "There is clearly something bothering you." "I can't talk about it, Serena. It's... very..." "Something that troubles you that is very sensitive? It is about the children, then?" "Yes... and no. Mostly, but..." "But it bothers you." "Yes. Damn it, Serena, I *can't*!" "Would it help if I told you something that I know about your son, that I do not think you know? Then you could tell me what it is you know about him that I do not know..." Jane sat for a long moment, staring at her friend. Nothing that Serena could tell her could equal the sheer magnitude of what she knew... yet, if there was something *else* about Rick... Jane finally nodded. "Okay, go ahead." "I have been making love to your son." Jane paled. "You... *what*?" Serena blushed slightly - it was hard to notice beneath her olive complexion - and nodded. "S. I know it is hard for you to accept." "When did you start dating Rick?" "I am not sure you could call what is between us 'dating.' I have never left the house with him as an escort. We watch movies together, he comes over and we play chess... and occasionally, we make love." "You're avoiding the question..." "Since just before Christmas," she finally admitted. *That might explain why he stopped grumping about a girlfriend... but... then is he screwing Connie behind Serena's back?* "Now it is your turn," Serena prompted. Jane looked at her friend shakily. She nodded. "You probably need to know this, if you are... intimate... with my son. Rick is sleeping with someone else." Serena paused. She had not expected Jane to learn of any of this, but she also knew that Rick was sleeping with only two women. He had sworn this to her. Serena now understood the look on Jane's face, and she had to decide how to play it. She decided that directly was probably the best method. "Yes. I know this. He is sleeping with *Consuela*." Though Connie's full name was Constance, Serena had made up the nickname for her on their first meeting. Connie was so pale, no one would ever mistake her for a Hispanic. "You... *knew*?" Jane fairly screamed. Serena held up her hand. "And I knew that you would not react well to this news, which is why I kept it from you." "How long?" Jane demanded. "Also, since Christmas." "Why do I think that wasn't a coincidence?" Jane asked sourly. "Because it was not. *Consuela* came to me and talked to me about Rick. She was upset that he was alone. She had a plan, and she convinced me to help her with it." "Wait a minute," Jane said, stopping her. "You're telling me that this was *Connie's* idea?" "S. She had fantasies of her and her brother, but she did not believe he would agree without... having more experience first. She asked me to..." Serena, for once, was uncomfortable discussing sex with someone. "She asked you to be his first." "S." "So... you screwed him... then she did?" Serena nodded. Jane felt as if she were spinning on a mad carousel. Nothing made sense, and she rested her head on her hand. "I'm confused." "I know it is a lot to take in. How did you find out?" "I came home early one day, and they were... engaged... in his bedroom. I saw her come out." Serena nodded. "And you don't know what to do about it." "No, Serena, I don't. I should scream at them, ground them... take them to counseling! But... then..." "What?" "You have to promise never to breathe a word of this!" Serena nodded. "I keep imagining it in my mind. I keep seeing Rick and Connie... *doing it*, and..." "It excites you?" "Worse! On my last date, in the middle of... I called out Rick's name!" "You imagined it was him?" "Yes!" Serena sipped her coffee for a moment, and then set it down. "So, what are you going to do?" "I don't know!" Serena reached across and put her hand on Jane's. "I know that it is not a normal thing, what they are doing. It is not a normal thing, what you are feeling. That does not make it *bad*, it only makes it unusual." "Serena..." "Listen to me. So they have become intimate. Who is that hurting? Rick is happy. *Consuela* is happy." "But..." "But *what*? No one else needs to be involved in something that is between them." Jane sighed. Her friend was making too much sense, yet her upbringing warred with the logic of it. "I know you need to think about it. But realize that anything you do to separate them can only hurt them both. I know you don't want that. Thank you for the coffee. I will leave you with your thoughts. *Buena suerte, mi amiga.*" *Oh, god, what the hell am I going to do?* She didn't realize that the decision was mostly out of her hands now. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Connie sat across from Serena at the kitchen table, sipping on her hot chocolate. Serena had called her over a couple days after she had spoken to Jane. "So, what's up?" Connie asked. "You look a little... nervous." "We have... an issue." Connie frowned. "What's the matter?" "Your mother caught you and Rick making love." Connie's face grew even paler than usual. "When?" "I am not sure exactly when. I found out she knew the day before yesterday. I have been trying to decide what, exactly, we can do." "She's got to be pissed... I'm surprised she hasn't torn us new assholes yet." Serena reached across and put her hand on Connie's. "She did think about it." "I figured." "There is more to it than that, however." "What do you mean?" Serena sighed. It was tough revealing these things to Connie. "Your mother is... very confused. She has been taught that what you and Rick are doing is very, very wrong. Yet... it excites her." "What?" Connie exclaimed. "Why do you find that surprising?" Serena asked softly. "I... well... I dunno. She's my mom." "She is still a woman." "I know that! I just never really thought about her... doing it, you know? And don't start with that whole 'where do you think you came from' bit... I *know* she has sex, I just don't think about it." Serena nodded. "But... I mean... does Mom want to watch or something? That'd be... eww." Serena laughed at her friend. "No, I don't believe so. I think, however, that she may be interested in Rick's attentions." Connie flushed at the thought. "Mom... and Ricky?" "She fantasized about him while with another man. That is usually a sign of interest." Even Connie knew that much. "Yeah... wow. That's... uh... weird." "Why is it weird for a woman to want to sleep with Rick? I do..." "But you're not related to him!" "*You* are..." "But..." "But what?" Serena said, teasing her friend. "It's just... ew!" "Do you think Rick might be interested in her?" "I don't think he's ever thought of her that way. But he does sometimes look at her... I don't know. Anyway, you'd never get either of them to agree to do it, even if both of them wanted to." Serena had to agree with that. "Unless there was a way to get them to... ah... come to it without really meaning to?" "What do you mean?" Serena laid out her idea, slowly, because she was still working it out in her head. Connie very quickly warmed to the notion. She was still squeamish about the idea of her mother and sex, but she knew that it would make her mother happy, to have a steady lover, and Rick was very tender in bed. She also knew that Rick liked sex, now that he was getting it regularly, and having one more woman to make love to would be a benefit for him. By the time Connie left Serena's house, the plan was fully laid. *Now, to get *Mom* laid.* Connie shuddered, still, at the thought. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Rick's birthday and Jane's birthday were separated by only two days. To make things simpler for everyone, they had both agreed to combine their birthdays, and have the celebration on the day between them. This day was only a week after Serena and Connie had their little talk. Connie had told their mother that she and Serena would take care of all the party preparation, and so they had. Right now they were putting away the cake and the ice cream. The party, however, was really just beginning. Serena kept her voice down as she spoke to Connie, pointing at four pitchers in the fridge. "I do not know how much of this we will need. You and I should drink from only the *red* pitchers. The *blue* pitchers are for the others." "What's in them?" Connie wanted to know, a little concerned. "It's just alcoholic punch... well, I had to talk to a few friends of mine. It's the kind of punch that has the right ingredients so you cannot taste the alcohol." "Oh." "Make them some drinks, but leave the pitchers in here. We will keep their glasses filled for them." Connie nodded. She poured the drinks for her and Serena, while Serena poured the alcohol-laden drinks for Rick and Jane. They carried them out to the living room where the other two were chatting and listening to some music. The others took their drinks and sipped them. Connie also brought out pretzels, and chips, and nachos. Serena smiled at her. All of those things would definitely increase their thirst. Serena turned up the music a little bit, while Connie went over and opened the dart board that hung on the wall. "C'mon, Ricky. Time to get your butt whooped." "Oh, please," he said with a smile. "You haven't beaten me at darts in a long time." "Oh, yeah? C'mon over and prove it, hot shot." Rick took his punch with him, setting it on the side table as Connie handed him the darts. Serena and Jane watched, chatting with each other and snacking. Serena watched very carefully as Jane consumed her drink. As Connie and Rick played, Rick continued to sip at his punch. Connie knew that wouldn't work; he needed to drink quite a bit of it, if it was going to have any effect. She got an idea. "Game variation time!" she said in a party voice. She picked up the nachos and set them on the table next to his glass. "You have to dip the nacho in the cheese, and then hold it between your teeth. You have to throw the dart without breaking the nacho, or it doesn't count!" Rick rolled his eyes, figuring his sister had practiced this in order to beat him. "Okay, fine..." Rick picked up a chip and dipped it lightly in the cheese, so that it wouldn't drip. He held it in his teeth very gently, and lofted the dart. As the dart smacked into the board, he crunched down on the chip with a big grin on his face. "Nice try, Sis," he said with a smile. "You got lucky," she said. The game carried on that way for a while, and soon Rick's drink was completely gone. Jane's was also quite low. Serena collected both glasses, and took them out for refills. When she came back, she handed Rick his, and noted that he downed a quarter of it in one gulp. *Very good.* "I think that's enough for now, *Consuela*." Serena turned and punched a command into the CD player. A moderately fast song started playing, and Serena swiveled her hips as she moved over beside Rick. "Dance with me," she said. Rick was a little self-conscious, but Serena was insistent, and so he began to move with her, following her lead. They were barely touching, since it was a faster song, and Rick was comfortable with it by the time the song ended. Jane and her daughter watched the other two and chatted. Jane continued to munch lightly on snacks and drink her punch. She caught herself paying attention to how Rick's butt swayed to the music. *Stop it!* She shook herself, unaware that Connie was watching her every move, and had correctly interpreted the whole thing. *So, she does think of him like that... but she's fighting it. Maybe after tonight, she won't have to anymore.* Nothing about their plan was certain, but she thought it had a good chance of success. After the song ended, Rick bowed slightly to his partner, and then he took a swig of his punch. Serena looked pointedly at Connie, who got up from her chair. "My turn," she said, and walked over to Rick. Rick turned and looked down at his sister with a disconcerted expression. When the song started, however, it was another fast-paced beat, and soon he and Connie were dancing happily together. They were again barely touching each other as they moved. Serena sat across from Jane and watched avidly, paying close attention to Jane's mood and her reaction. The next tune was a little slower, but still allowed them to keep some distance. The siblings touched more, though, and Serena noted Jane take a big gulp of her drink. Serena thought that Jane was trying to distract herself from her thoughts. She didn't want that. At the end of the song, Serena got up and paused the CD. She turned and said, "You have danced with all but one of us, Rick..." Jane at first shook her head, "Oh, no, I can't..." "C'mon, Mom," Connie said. "You don't have to do anything fancy. Just move to the beat." Jane didn't want to be a stick in the mud, so she stood up and moved over to where her son was. Rick had finished off his punch after dancing with his sister, and he was beginning to feel a little buzzed. He didn't recognize it for what it was, however, and just figured he had done too much so soon after eating. When Serena started the next song, both Rick and Jane looked at her. It was a slow ballad. Serena just shrugged. "Even easier on you. Just shuffle your feet." Rick bowed to the situation faster than Jane did, but she, also, decided to go along with it. She put her arms loosely around Rick's neck, and he put his hands lightly on her hips, and they began to move slowly together. While the two were dancing, Connie surreptitiously slipped out and refilled their drinks, returning well before the song ended. She gave Serena a sly smile, which Serena returned. Things were going very well, so far. Finally, the song ended. Jane had enjoyed dancing with her son; it had been a long time since she had danced with anyone. She gave him a hug before they parted, and then she moved back to her seat. Rick, also, took his punch and sat down. Serena turned the music to something more background-like, and got out a box from behind her chair. "Game time!" she proclaimed, and flipped the box open. She pulled out a vinyl mat and a cardboard spinner. As soon as they were visible, Connie squealed in glee. "Twister!" "Yes. Now, to keep it from getting too... crowded, I think we should play in pairs. The old people against the youngsters. Connie and I will go first." Connie smirked at Serena's ploy. "You're going down, Serena!" Connie jibed. "We shall see," Serena challenged. She handed the spinner to Rick. "Would you spin for us?" "Sure," he said, setting the spinner on the table as he popped some pretzels into his mouth. He washed them down with punch as he spun the top and said, "Right foot, blue." Connie stepped on the mat, and the game began. ----- It was fully ten minutes before Connie finally lost her balance and lost to Serena. They had been intentionally helping each other stay upright, to encourage the other two to consume more of their drinks. Only when it looked like the drinks were nearly gone did they allow the game to end. "Dang it," Connie said sourly. Serena helped her up and smiled. "You did well." Turning to the other two, she said, "Your turns." Jane thought about objecting again, but she thought, *What's the harm? It's just a game... looked like they were having fun.* Connie held the spinner up, so that they couldn't see which way the spins came out. This was very well planned, and she and Serena sat next to each other to quietly plot each spin. Three minutes later, Connie said, "Right hand, red." Rick looked at the board, and grimaced. He wasn't sure he could get there from here. He bent and twisted reaching... As he moved his arm toward the nearest red dot, it slid across his mother's chest, right at the height of her nipples. Jane had to bite her lip; the sensation, even through her shirt and bra, was exciting. She flushed slightly, to the secret delight of the other two women, and completely unnoticed by her son. The game went on. ----- By the time they wrapped up Twister, it was clear that Jane and Rick were both slightly high. The other two whispered to each other, and the game was put away. "Okay, time for something requiring less agility," Serena said with a smile. "What did you have in mind?" Jane asked. "Just a little game of spin the bottle," Serena replied. Jane blushed. "I haven't played that since I was a teen... and... there is kind of only one boy here..." "Okay," Connie said, "We'll change the rules just a little. If you get a girl, you can kiss her on the cheek if you like." Serena immediately nodded. Connie looked at her brother. "That doesn't apply to you!" Rick blushed, but consented. He was feeling very good at the moment, thanks to the alcohol he still didn't realize he'd consumed. Jane thought it over, but her mind, too, was affected by the alcohol. "Okay, fine." Serena took first spin. She ended up getting Jane. She moved over and kissed Jane softly on the cheek. It was just a quick peck. "Hey! Not enough!" Connie complained. Serena looked at her. "What do you mean?" "The kiss has to last at least five seconds." Serena raised her eyebrows in faked surprise. She nodded in acceptance, and kissed Jane again, counting to five until she released. Jane was blushing by that time. Connie was next, and she ended up getting her brother. She moved over and sat next to him, wrapping her arms around him. She pressed her lips to his, and they kissed. Both of them had to remember not to get their tongues involved in the kiss in front of their mother. After the time had passed - Serena had to inform them their five seconds were up - Connie moved back to her seat, and motioned to Rick to spin. Rick spun the bottle, and it stopped, pointing right at his mother. Rick blushed furiously. He looked at his mother, who was also disconcerted. Slowly, he moved over next to her. She turned slightly to him, her breathing a little ragged. "I'll let you know when you can stop," Connie said, looking at her watch. Rick leaned in, and Jane closed her eyes as their lips met. This was the realization of a small part of her fantasy, and he was every bit as good at kissing as she had thought he might be. Their kiss lingered for at least fifteen seconds before Connie said, "Oops. You can stop now." Mother and son separated, both a little embarrassed that they had enjoyed that as much as they had. Serena waited for them to settle a little, and then she said, "Jane, your turn." There was no luck involved with the fact that the bottle spun to point right at Rick. Serena had made sure of it. Mother and son looked at each other again, and there was far less hesitation when Jane moved over to sit next to him. Their kiss lasted at least thirty seconds this time. Serena and Connie looked at each other and grinned. ----- "Okay, big brother, time for more darts!" "You're just gonna get the pants beat off you again," he said with a lopsided grin induced by having far more alcohol than he would normally consume. "Oh, yeah? That sounds like an interesting game..." "What?" "See if you can beat the pants off me. For every game, the loser has to remove some clothing." Serena held her breath. This was pretty blatant. Would Rick object? Would Jane? Rick stood, shakily. "Okay, fine," he said. "But you're gonna look funny standing there naked throwing darts." Serena chimed in and said, "Wait a minute." Connie turned to her with a worried frown. "What about us?" Serena said with a wink. "You up for it, Jane?" Jane looked a little uncertain, but she couldn't really think clearly. "Okay, I guess," she said, the alcohol really deciding for her. Each of them took a turn, and tallied up their scores. Rick would normally have won handily, but as drunk as he was, one of his darts didn't even hit the board. Jane was in no better shape, and she in fact lost the first round. "C'mon, Mom," Connie said. "Gotta lose something." Jane chose to remove her shoes. Connie rolled her eyes, but said nothing. The game continued, round after round. Jane and Rick had no luck, and were swiftly losing clothes. Only when Serena came back out and whispered to Connie that they had actually run out of drinks did they decide it was probably time to call it a night. Jane was having trouble standing, by this point. She was not a drinker, and she'd consumed far more than she should have. Rick was scarcely better, though he did at least keep his balance. "I think you two have had enough," Serena said. Rick was wearing only his briefs at this point, and Jane had on bra and panties. "Rick, you think you can help your mom get to bed?" "I can make it on my own!" Jane insisted, weaving badly and nearly stumbling. Rick grabbed her to hold her upright, and she fell against him. "C'mon, Mom," he said, half-leaning against her as he guided her out of the room and down the hall toward her bedroom. Serena and Connie looked at each other and smiled. Rick and Jane walked, badly, back to her bedroom, and then Rick pulled back the covers, to help his mother into bed. She slumped down onto the bed, and he helped her scoot her legs over until she was on the bed properly. Rick went to straighten up, but the booze along with the head rush was more than his body could take. He got dizzy, collapsing on the bed next to his mother. He rolled onto his side, wrapping his arm over her obliviously, and passed out. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Rick awoke slowly. His head felt very foggy, and he was aware, now, that he had probably been quite drunk the night before. *God, what did they do to me?* Strangely, his head didn't hurt very much. It was there, but he could live with it. He didn't open his eyes yet, though. He had a feeling the light of day might cause him more pain. It took a little while before Rick noticed that he was lying next to someone. He rolled toward them, his eyes still closed, and he felt his unfettered dick press into her ass. *When did I get undressed?* *When did* she* get undressed... and who is she?* Rick's arm had naturally slid along the side of the woman he was with, and then down across her abdomen. As she sighed in her sleep and squirmed, his hand slid up onto her breast. Rick squeezed without even thinking about it, doing what he had learned women like. The woman moaned, still not awake, but clearly waking up. As Jane came to, she opened her eyes, and quickly closed them again. The light from the window stabbed deep into her skull, causing her to wince. She then felt her head pounding like a drum... But just after that, she felt the hand on her breast, squeezing and massaging her. She felt the hard cock pressing into her ass, and she sighed softly. It had been a long time since she'd woken up with a man, and most of her dates had not been this gentle with her. Her mind had not yet been able to grasp who was in bed with her, and at that very moment, she didn't much care. She wiggled herself, pressing back into her bedmate. She moaned as his fingers found her nipple, twisting it gently. She reached back between them and began to fondle his hard dick. She had only hazy recollections of the previous night's party. *Who is this? Did Serena invite someone over to...* * Did I...* * What the hell happened?* Jane turned over, ready to look at the man she was lying in bed with, but as soon as she did, he pulled her against himself and kissed her passionately. Jane kept her eyes closed as his tongue probed her lips. She opened them to admit it, and it slipped in, slithering toward its partner and then caressing her tongue. His hands slipped down her back until they rested on her ass, and he pulled her more tightly against him. His prick dug into her abdomen, and she loved the feel of it. She moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss. Jane ran her hands over the muscled body of her - was he? - lover, and then slipped her one hand between them, to rub his cock again. If he wasn't yet, she decided, he soon would be her lover. Rick kissed and fondled the woman he was with, his eyes now open, but he was simply too close to her to actually recognize her. The feel of her tits pressing into his chest was wonderful; the feel of her hand on his dick delightful. He groaned as she continued to caress his cock. Finally, the woman rolled onto her back, pulling Rick with her. It was clear what she wanted, and Rick moved above her as she spread her legs to admit him. As Rick put his dick to her pussy, he pushed himself up to get more leverage and - "Mom!" he cried. Jane opened her eyes to see her son, Rick, above her, about to penetrate her wet and waiting pussy. Her fantasy flashed into her alcohol-addled, sleep-fuzzied mind, and all she knew right now was that she needed him to fuck her. "Do it, Rick. Fuck me. Slam inside me with all you've got. Come on, fuck your mother," Though Rick's dick had begun to soften at the very thought of what he had almost unknowingly done, his mother's words brought it roaring back to life, as hard as or harder than it had been. "Mom..." he said, still unsure. "C'mon Baby," she purred. "I know about you and Connie. You can do the same for me, can't you? I'm so lonely, Rick... and a woman needs to get laid sometimes, too..." Jane moved her hands out to grasp her son's hips, and she tried to pull him into her. Rick understood what she was doing. Finally, he gave in to the inevitable. He was simply too horny to stop, and she appeared to want it. Rick pressed forward, shoving his prick deep into his mother's hot cunt. Jane cried out in pleasure at the feel of him inside her. "Oh, god, Baby! That feels so damn good!" Rick began to move in and out of his mother in short, rapid strokes. She was quickly moaning beneath him, her orgasm approaching. He thought this was good, since he knew his was coming fast. As he began to spew his load deep inside her, she also came, crying out as her body bucked and twisted beneath him. He shot his cum deep inside of her, and then he slowed to a stop. Jane took slightly longer to settle, but when she did, Rick began to slip from her warm pussy. Jane was having none of that, however. She put her legs around her son's hips and pulled him forcibly back into her body. Rick went willingly, though confused. Jane pulled her son down, and they resumed their kissing. Her cunt squeezed his semi-erect cock repeatedly, working to re-invigorate it. Rick began to rock his hips slightly, which rubbed his pubic hair over her clit. She moaned as he did that, and her cunt muscles rippled more strongly. Soon, Rick was as hard as iron once again. Jane loved the feel of his hard dick inside her, and she urged him to start moving. Rick began to thrust more slowly this time, the edge taken off his need. Jane was soon writhing beneath him, her body quickly approaching a new orgasm. When her climax washed over her, she screamed out his name, her pussy clamping down on his cock as he continued to thrust into her. Jane slowly came down from her orgasm, but she still wasn't satisfied. She gently eased her son away from her, and then she rolled over, pushing herself up to her hands and knees. Wiggling her ass in the air, Jane slowly lowered her head to her pillow. Rick got the idea, and was quickly slipping into her upturned pussy. Jane whimpered as he slid all the way into her, and then reached down to fondle her tits. When he twisted her nipples, he also began to thrust into her, and she cried out in unexpected bliss. Rick built his pace until his mother was rocking back and forth with every thrust. He continued to massage her tits and tweak her nipples as he fucked her hard and fast. Jane was soon screaming through yet another orgasm, but Rick barely noticed, so caught up in his rhythm and in the feel of her pussy gripping his cock. Jane began to cry out, "Yes, harder! Oh, god, that's so good! Fuck me, Baby!" Rick was driven by his mother's encouragements, though he would have been shocked at any other time to hear her talking that way. He plowed her pussy as hard as he could, and she loved every second of it, crying out and calling his name repeatedly. Rick felt his balls begin to tighten, and he knew his climax was close. He took her nipples between his fingers and pinched them, tugging them strongly. He finally slammed his dick deep inside his mother and blasted his cum into her pussy. At the first pulse of his cock, Jane lost it, overtaken by her biggest orgasm yet. She slammed her hips back against him, shoving him as deeply into her as she could. Her back arched, and her body shuddered. She growled almost animally, and she gripped the sheets with her fingers. Rick tensed his entire body as his cum flowed from his cock. After a long moment, he began to descend his high, but his mother was still in the throes of her orgasm. He held onto her, rocking his hips to prolong her orgasm, until she finally had to push him away; she was simply too sensitive to take it. Rick withdrew from her, and then moved beside her, pulling her down onto the bed with him. They embraced tenderly, and he kissed his mother, slipping his tongue into her mouth. The kiss wasn't passionate, but loving in a way that the two had never loved each other before. There, they rested. ----- It was a long time before mother and son left the bedroom, and when they did, the look they got from Connie was knowing. "You two set this up, didn't you? You and Serena?" Jane accused. Connie nodded. "See, you can't yell at me now. I can't get in trouble for sleeping with my brother, 'cause you're doing it too." She giggled. Rick walked over and hugged her, then kissed her as passionately as he had Jane. She felt the tiniest twinge of jealousy, but she knew it wouldn't grow. After the siblings parted, they all headed into the kitchen to eat lunch. Connie sat down next to her brother while their mother fixed them something to eat. He hugged her and kissed her again, but not as strongly. Connie smiled and said to him, "See? I told you you'd like your birthday present." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===NOTHING PERSONAL===-- Nothing Personal *Christ, it stinks here,* Scott thought. He was walking through the landfill, waiting for his meet. *Why did Rick want to meet *here*, of all places?* Security was the answer, of course. It had to be. Scott hadn't seen anyone on his drive in, nor on his ten minute walk. Whatever had brought him out here, it had to be interesting. Rick was one of the younger agents in the agency, hadn't even been out on a case yet. Well, maybe that was it. If he wanted advice, he wouldn't want to be overheard asking Scott. Not these days, anyway. Scott Marks had been the leading star for the agency's "removal" directorate for years. However, he'd fallen out of favor of late. *Pricks. They wanted me to send a message, then bitch because I did it!* He saw Rick in the distance, standing with his legs planted firmly, almost in military-rest posture. He hadn't known the boy had military training. As he approached, Scott could see the nervousness radiating from his colleague. *Guy wound up that tight, they can't send him into the field. He's liable to shoot his own foot off rather than cap the guy.* Finally, he stepped up to Rick, and turned to face the same direction. They were looking over a large pile of refuse that was rotting, here in the middle of nowhere. It was a cool, breezy day, and Rick had his jacket fully zipped up. Scott had not worn one. He had grown up in Buffalo, and while the day was breezy, it was hardly cold. "What's on your mind, Sport?" Scott said, annoying his colleague with the patronizing nickname. Rick shuffled a little. "I need a bit of advice." "Oh? On what?" Scott congratulated himself on judging this meeting correctly. "They've given me my first assignment, and I'm not real confident in my ability to carry it out." "It's always that way the first time. You know, you never forget the first one. But sooner or later, it becomes routine, you know? Hey, that's the job, and if the asshole wanted to stay alive, he shouldn't have pissed us off. I've been doing this ten years, now, and I can't say as there has been a single case that's bugged me." "Even at the time?" Scott pursed his lips to think it over. Finally, he said, "No, can't think of any that bothered me right off. You know, I came into the agency from a police force. I'd seen my share of bullshit. Someone wants to screw with us, and then thinks he can just waltz away, well, we're here to teach them differently, you know?" "Maybe. We didn't do this kind of thing in the Army. I was a good shot, had good leadership skills. That's why the agency asked for me, I guess. But it's my first gig, and I'm feeling a little... well, hesitant." "Understandable, I suppose. But you know, after the first job, it gets a lot easier. Once you've got it behind you, you know, once you're a *killer*, then, adding another one to the list, it just doesn't seem to matter anymore." *At least, it doesn't to me.* "Really? You mean all I have to do is get through this first job, and then it shouldn't bother me anymore?" "That's about the way it worked for me. Sure, you get the butterflies each time, but I tell you, that first job, it's the hardest one. Pulling that trigger, or however you choose to do it, that first time, knowing that it means lights-out for some other person, that can get to you. Not everyone's cut out for this line of work. That first job usually tells you if you are." "What's the key to it, then?" "Remember it's not something you're doing for fun. It's a *job*. This is our business, our career. You aren't doing it for personal gain. It's *nothing personal*, it's just the job. Someone's got to do it, and that someone is you. If not you, then it'll be someone else. That person, they're going to die. Whether you do it, or I do it, or Frank, JoAnne, Tom... sooner or later, that person is going to be dead. Might as well just do it and move on." "I see your point. The first time, though... it's a tough thing to get over. I mean, I was trained in the Army to kill on the battlefield, ya know? But, this isn't a battlefield, it's just one guy whacking another guy, and the vic probably won't even know it's coming." "Best way to pull it off, my friend." Rick hesitated. He turned to look at Scott, with a question on his face. "What was your first time like?" Scott paused, and looked back at Rick. "I was scared shitless of being caught." Scott motioned, and they began walking in no particular direction. "What was the job?" Rick asked, turning to walk along what appeared to be a path. "Foreign national, doing business in-country." Scott knew that each officer's first job in the Removal Directorate was done on US soil, so that the government could cover it up if the agent screwed the pooch. "I remember it like it was yesterday..." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "What's on your mind, Chief?" I asked, walking into the deputy director's office. He motioned me to have a seat, and I sank down into the nice, comfortable chair across from him. He tossed me a file, across the desk. I caught it, and opened it. "Joshua Laniere," the director answered. "He has finally made the error of letting his whereabouts be known. We would like them to be his last whereabouts." I looked at the picture of the guy in his file. He didn't look all that impressive. "What's he done?" I asked, annoying the director, who felt such questions were inappropriate. "He has decided that his religion, or what passes for it, is more important than his country. He's been selling arms to terrorists for years. There's a Paki group that he's been supplying for the last two years with weapons bought or stolen from army warehouses here in the States. Is that enough for you, kid?" He knew "kid" annoyed me. He was trying to relate to me that I didn't really "need to know" why I had to whack the guy, just that he needed whacking. "Gotcha. Accident, message?" I was talking about the method of death. "We don't care, so long as you can prove he's dead." "Right. Time frame?" "Immediately, if not sooner. We don't know how long he'll be in the country, or at this location. You have seventy-two hours." *Shit. Not much time. Why are they pushing me so hard? The first job's supposed to be a fairly straightforward one.* I got up and left the office, the folder still in my hands. It was the only copy of that folder, and if the mission was a success, I would burn it myself. There were no records of how many subjects the Removal Directorate had dealt with. Only the pansies over in the CIA liked to count coup. ----- Well, the first thing I had to do was actually get to the location. That required a plane flight, but luckily a shorter one, since the agency's headquarters were in the middle of the country rather than on a coast. It wasn't long before I was in a car looking at the house that the target had chosen to stay in. He was there now; I could see him through the window, reading the paper and acting like... well, acting like a normal person. Only I knew he wasn't normal. This cocksucker fueled the international terrorist movement with his guns and other weapons. If any bastard deserved to die, this one did. As a cop, I knew that guns don't kill people: people kill people. On the other hand, if it's harder for people to get a gun, it's harder for them to kill someone with it. Anyone who would make that process easier, well, he didn't need to keep breathing. I watched the guy for a full day, tracking his coming and going. Had this job had proper setup, I'd have done this for a week, just to fully establish a pattern, but I didn't have that luxury this time. I had to base my work on the single day's surveillance. Risky? Hell yes. Necessary, though. Of course, the next decision was how to do the job. I could do it any way I damned well pleased, since they had made no requests of me. It was my first job, though, and I didn't want to get too close. That meant that a knife or pistol was out, and none of my martial arts training would be necessary. So, how to do the job? I could easily have sniped the guy, but you know, that first time... I just didn't want to see his face when it suddenly had a big hole in the forehead. So, no, that first job, I couldn't do it with a gun. It had to be something where I could stand off from it. *A bomb.* Bombs were perfectly acceptable methods of death in the directorate. They still are. But what kind of bomb to use? I mulled over many different ideas. Car bomb? Too chancy, and it might kill others. The directorate has never liked us to incur collateral damage. What about a mail bomb? I could dress up as a postal carrier, steal a truck, even, and deliver a special message to this guy via parcel-post... but no, that risked a lot. First, if the police caught up with me before I delivered the package, things could get very ugly. Of course, there was no way I could actually *mail* the bomb, not with the atmosphere at the time. So, really, a mail bomb, while it was possible, wasn't an entirely desirable option. *What does that leave me? If I can't blow up his car, or send him a package, that really only leaves planting something in the house. That chair he sits in? Rig it to blow when he sits down...* It was one viable option, but I didn't like it. His time in the chair was sporadic: I couldn't predict when he'd be there, and I needed proof of his death. Obviously, I couldn't obtain that proof after he was dead. It took several hours for me to come up with the perfect way to handle it, and I immediately headed for the nearest electronics store to collect what I needed. The explosives, of course, would be sent to me special-delivery. You can't exactly carry them around on an airliner. My call to the directorate was handled without fuss, and the necessary items would be there the following day. *That's cutting it a little close.* ----- "Jericho?" That was the codename for this mission. It was my cover name for the mission, too. That made things a little simpler, and while the bosses didn't always care for simple, in this case they'd accepted the idea. "Weismuller," was the expected response, and the one I gave. "Package for you." He handed over a thick cardboard tube, and walked off. I carried the tube - very carefully, mind you - back to my rental car, and drove back to my hotel room. Once inside the hotel room, I opened the tube, and slid out a rolled-up mat. It very much resembled a mattress pad. The difference here was that the mat was made of C-4, covered in a cloth fabric only to keep it from getting nicked during transport. From one end protruded a pair of wires, to which the detonator would be attached. I was required to provide my own detonator, but this was not a major challenge. I had already assembled what I needed from the local Electronics Hut. I spent six hours assembling the device, and then I gingerly packed the mat back into its tube, and carried all of my equipment out to the car. The drive to the subject's house was a jittery one. I'd handled explosives during training, of course, but I'd never driven around with them in my trunk. Every bump I hit caused me to cringe, expecting it to be my last moment on the planet. After all, I was about to end a man's life; surely his version of God would stop me, right? Well, He didn't, and I made it safely to the house. I pulled up just in time to see the subject leaving. He wasn't carrying any bags or suitcases, so I figured he wasn't moving out. That would be the worst possible thing to happen to me, because then I'd have to enter the house a second time to retrieve the gear. Not to mention it would look bad back at HQ. I waited a full five minutes after his car pulled off. I couldn't wait too long, on the grounds that he might be making a quick trip to the grocery store or something. I opened the trunk and pulled out the gear. I was nervous as all hell, now. I closed the trunk very quietly, not wanting to make *any* noise that might cause a neighbor to look out the window. I trotted down and across the street, trying not to look too conspicuous. *Right, slick. Like everyone walks around with a big tube and a duffel.* Well, it couldn't be helped. The front door was not a real struggle to open, not with the tools I was carrying. The trick was having to look for tell-tales: small things, like a hair left in a certain spot, that would tell the subject that I had been there. I didn't spot any, so either he was devilishly clever, or a fool. I preferred to consider it the latter, on the grounds that if he was devilishly clever, it made *me* look bad. I finished my sweep for tell-tales, and then hurried to the bedroom. Here, there was a slight problem. The size of the mat I was carrying was for a single bed. However, this was a double bed. I hadn't considered that he might like a larger bed. *Dammit.* Thinking quickly, I realized that there was a phone by the bed, and it would be easy to make sure which side of the mattress he was on. I slipped the bomb-pad between the mattress and box spring, smoothing it out so that it lay flat between them. It was hidden nicely by the sheets. Next, I pulled out the detonation device. It was nothing more than a battery hooked to an audio-pickup circuit. I quickly wired the device, and then carefully connected it to the wires on the mattress, slipping the detonator under the bed, and the wires between the bed and wall. Now, as soon as the bomb heard the correct tone, it would go off. I had also included a separate RF circuit, on the grounds that it was always a good idea to have a backup. It was a few minutes later that I heard a car door slamming outside. My heart rate doubled in the next half-second. I fairly leaped to the window, to see some woman coming up the walk. She rang the doorbell twice, but of course, I wasn't stupid enough to answer it. She then wrote a note, and walked back to her car, driving off. My heart was still going a mile a minute as I watched her leave. The tension was starting to get to me, and it was time to get the hell out of there. Slipping quietly out the door, I looked at the note. It didn't imply that the woman would be back, and that was good: I didn't need *that* kind of complication tonight. I hurriedly closed the door, and made sure that everything looked normal. I moved back down the street to my car, putting the bag and tube away in the trunk, again not making any unnecessary noise, and then I drove off. This mission required a nighttime operation, and so I couldn't sit there for the next four or six hours waiting. ----- It was actually eight hours later when the bastard got home. I knew he'd be a little late: the note had been an invitation to dinner, after all. But shit, it was one in the morning now. I waited until I saw the bedroom light go on, and then I turned on the camera. It was a small unit, and I'd hidden it on the bookshelf in his bedroom. Not nearly good enough for long-term surveillance, I didn't figure he'd spot it with the amount of time he had left to him. He didn't even go near the bookcase, and he turned the light off after crawling into bed. The camera was showing me nothing of use now, but that was to be expected. One of the items that it came with was a bright light. I wouldn't kick that on until I did something else, though. Picking up my cell phone, I dialed a number. That number was transferred no less than six times before it was finally routed to the place I wanted it to go. It was a full three seconds before I heard it start ringing. Some short moment after that, I heard, "Hello?" in a somewhat groggy voice. Apparently Mr. Laniere managed to go to sleep quickly. "Mr. Laniere?" I asked into the voice-changing device connected to the phone. "Who is this?" he asked, now suspicious. "Joshua Laniere?" I asked again, having gotten his full attention. "Yeah, look, who is this?" Without answering him, I flipped a switch on the remote for the camera. The tungsten bulb flared to life, bathing the room in light, and allowing me to see my target. Turning back to the phone, I said to him, "You have made some rather unwise decisions in your life, Mr. Laniere." "Go to hell, asshole," he said, trying to shield his eyes from the really bright white light. "I don't know what you think you're up to, but you have no idea who you're screwing with!" "Oh, but I do, Mr. Laniere. You are a gun-runner, a Muslim pretender, and a traitor." "How dare you defame my religion!" "How many drinks did you have with that lady tonight, Mr. Laniere? And what did you do to her? Those things are against Allah, my friend. And shortly he will explain that to you himself." "How do you know what I... what do you mean by that?" My last comment had finally gotten through to him. "I mean, Mr. Laniere, that your government knows where you are." I could see, on the TV screen I had receiving the camera's feed, that his arm came down just then. The look on his face was ghostly pale. "You can't," he said, in shock, obviously. "Why not? You have caused the deaths of many. Why can I not cause the death of one?" "I did what my religion demanded!" "No, Mr. Laniere, you did what your greed demanded. If your religion had anything to do with it, I would not have had to wait for you for so long this evening. I do hope you enjoyed yourself." "You can't," he whined. "Mr. Laniere, what are you worried about? If you are right, and I am wrong, then there are seventy virgins waiting to receive you in paradise. On the other hand, if I am right and you are wrong, then what awaits you is something... rather less pleasant. Is it possible, Mr. Laniere, that you are concerned with the rightness of your actions?" "Screw you!" "That, also, would be against your religion, Mr. Laniere. I'm sorry that I cannot stay and chat with you, but I do have other things to be doing. Could you do me a favor, please? Could you hold the phone away from your head?" "No..." It wasn't a rejection of my request as much as it was a statement of despair. Besides, the volume of the tone that would go through the phone would pierce his eardrum if he left the phone against his head for any length of time. As I reached for the button, my hand began to shake. It was finally sinking in that what I was about to do would truly end someone's life. I had never been in a shooting incident on the police force, or this would probably have been much easier. My finger was wagging in the air almost as if it was accusing the button it was trying to press. Finally, with a deep breath and a consideration of the dirtbag this guy was, I steadied my hand, and stabbed the button. I heard the tone, and a loud scream of pain. I could not watch the television, but the VCR would record the event. As the phone came away from Mr. Laniere's ear, the piercing tone filled the room. The audio-pickup circuit on the bomb kicked in, and suddenly there was a loud boom echoing across the street. I hung up my phone, and turned off the TV. Then, one last thing to do. I pressed a recessed button on the camera remote, and another small bang was heard as its self-destruct mechanism was activated. Having completed my task for the evening, I calmly drove away. As I was several blocks from his house at the time of the explosion, no one would comment on my lack of interest. *Well, that wasn't so bad, after all.* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... As Scott finished up his story, Rick was staring at him, somewhat curiously. "What?" "It was really that easy for you? I mean, just, 'boom', bye-bye birdie?" "Pretty much, yeah. I suppose part of it is the outlook you get from being a cop. You see all the shit, and you don't get to do anything about it. This way, I get to do the thing that all cops fantasize about: blowing away the bad guy." "But why'd you spend so much time talkin' to the guy? Why not just wake him up and blow the bomb?" "It just seemed a little rude to send the guy to see God without letting him know." "I suppose. I don't think the first time'll be as easy for me as it seems to have been for you, though." "Maybe. Maybe not. But I think you're worrying over it too much." "Well, the job they've given me... well, it's a little... delicate, y'know? I mean, it's not your usual kind of target." "Delicate? I've had a few of those." "How do you deal with them? I mean, sometimes your mind just says you shouldn't be doin' this kind of thing." "Yeah, I can recall one or two like that. The one that really stands out was a woman." "They made you kill a woman? I thought they left those to JoAnne." "She was out of the country on another assignment. This lady had to be dealt with quick. She'd gathered some information on the directorate, and was about to break the story on goddamned CNN." "Holy shit. I never heard about that." "Well, of course not. She's dead, and the information she had was in the computer she carried with her, which sits very safely back at headquarters now." "How did you... I mean, shit. A woman? I don't know if I could do a woman." "She's just another target. You have to stop thinking, 'man' or 'woman' or 'senator' or even 'terrorist'. They're all *targets*. Nothing more, nothing less." "Yeah, I get ya. How did that job go, by the way?" "It was a unique experience for me." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... I was waiting in the bar for her, and I'd been there for a half-hour already. Why is it that women refuse to be on time for anything? Hell, maybe she forgot to sharpen her fangs. She was a reporter, after all. She was forty-five minutes late by the time she showed up. I didn't motion to her; if she couldn't figure out who I was, then her information was a lot shakier than we had been led to believe. Unfortunately, she walked right to me, after ordering a drink from the bar. She slipped into the seat across from me, and I took a moment to appraise her. She had a nice body, long black hair, and piercing green eyes. If I hadn't known she was a shark in sheep's clothing, I'd probably have tried to bed her. But not tonight. "Mr. Marks," she said quietly. "Good evening. I'm Carolyn Murray." "Ms. Murray," I greeted. "What can I do for you?" "You said you were willing to corroborate the story I'm putting together, and that you could, perhaps, add some significant details." I nodded, taking a sip of my own drink as hers arrived. As soon as the waitress left, I said, "I can, but I'm curious about something. Your information seems especially good. Why do you need further evidence?" She sighed. "My damned editor won't accept the story without inside confirmation. I've got to have this all together by tomorrow morning, or they're dumping the story." "I see. Well, we can't discuss this sort of thing here, not in public. I'm taking a risk just being seen here with you. So, your place, or mine?" She frowned at me for a moment, trying to decide how much sexual innuendo was in the comment. Finally, she said, "Yours." I think she figured that I wouldn't do anything to her in my own apartment, since then all the evidence would be there. How could she know that the apartment I was taking her to was rented by the directorate, through four different dummy corporations and a former NSA employee? She couldn't. The drive over was uneventful. She followed me in her car. It was obvious she didn't trust me. But she didn't *not* trust me enough to live through the night. When we entered the apartment, she chose the chair closest to the door. Her purse sat in her lap, and her body was tense. I smiled at her as I took off my coat, thus making it obvious that I was not carrying a gun. "Take it easy, Ms. Murray. This is business. You *do* have my money?" Pulling a large envelope out of her purse, she set it on the coffee table, and slid it toward me. "Fifty thousand, as agreed." I opened the envelope, and made a great show of counting the money. Once finished, I slid it back into the envelope, and set it back on the table. I sat down across from her, and said, "What do you want to know?" For the next two hours, I answered every question she had. Oh, sure, three-quarters of what I told her was complete bullshit, but she'd never have the time to verify that. What I noticed was that she had fully relaxed after about the first half-hour, and she wasn't concerned with what I was going to do to her. About fifteen minutes after her purse finally made it to the floor, I asked, "Do you want something to drink?" "Water will be fine, thank you." I nodded as I rose. I'm sure she thought that anything I might put in her drink would show up in water. Wrong. It took me all of three seconds to dissolve the ampoule of liquid into her drink, and return with it. I had a soda for myself. "Now, Ms. Murray, I need to know some things for my own safety." "Okay," she said warily, taking a sip of her water, immediately followed by another. One of the benefits of this particular chemical was that it enhanced a person's thirst, thus leading them to their own death. "Where are you keeping this information?" "On my computer," she said. "It's encrypted, and the files are hidden." "You have a good alarm system on your home?" "The computer's not at home. It's in my car. It's a laptop." "I see. And you are keeping a backup somewhere, right?" "No." I acted very upset. "NO? What the hell happens if your laptop gets stolen? I don't want to be going through this kind of danger for nothing! And I sure as *hell* don't want to have to tell it to you twice!" "No one knows that I keep it on my laptop. They think it's all in my notebook." She waved her binder at me, but I could see her notes from tonight occupied the very first pages of the book. I could also see that the drug was beginning to take effect, as her hands dropped rather hard onto her lap. Time to wrap this up, and quickly. I leaned back, seemingly satisfied. "I see. Very clever. So, your laptop, and that folder, are the only records of our directorate?" "Yes," she said, her voice slightly slurred. "Is something the matter?" I asked, some concern showing on my face. "Can't... feel my... feet." "No, I'm sure you can't," I said, my voice growing somewhat harsh. I stood up and took the notebook from her now-limp hands. "And soon you'll feel a whole lot less." Her eyes registered confusion, and then comprehension, as her breath started to become ragged. "I don't live here," I said, telling her how foolish she had been. "The directorate rents this place. Of course, no one will know that, either. When they find your body, it will be pumped full of drugs. Your computer? We'll have that. And your notebook. You will be dead, and discredited. Your evidence, which you so cleverly hid, will be gone. Didn't it even *occur* to you that the Removal Directorate would want you... removed?" She couldn't answer me, and I watched with some very small twinge of regret as her last breath leaked out between her lips. With its passing also went the chance that the public would find out about us, and that was what had been necessary. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Damn, man. Sounds like you slicked your way through that one," Rick said in some awe. Scott was gratified to see that he could still impress the recruits. "Yeah, well, you know. Sometimes things fall into place. She was stupid. The only way she ran across us was by accident, she was dumb enough to believe I was going to tell her all about us, and then she started to trust me. You know, if you can pull off that last one, killing them is pretty damn easy." "How often do you try to get in close like that? I mean, get them to trust you so that you can slip 'em a drug, or knife 'em or something?" "Not often. I don't much care to get my hands wet, so to speak." "Well, what's your preferred method?" "I'm a bit like you. I prefer a gun. Former cop, just comes natural to me. Generally, though, I'll use a sniper rifle to take them down from a good long way away." "Still, it makes a lot of noise." "That depends on how good your silencer is." Scott grinned at him. "Don't you lose a lot of power from the shot that way?" "That depends on how good your silencer is," Scott repeated, trying to get it through this boy's head. "Oh. Was that how you did the kid?" "Yes." Scott's eyes darkened. "The kid" had been Scott's last job. "What went wrong on that job?" "The pansies back at HQ went wrong." "What do you mean?" "I mean, the job was executed to perfection. It's not my fault they didn't like the result..." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Marks, get in here!" I rose and followed the chief into his office. I knew I wasn't in trouble, but he was sure as hell pissed about something. "What's up, boss?" I didn't figure he needed anything more to be annoyed about, so I didn't call him 'chief'. "Pyotr Androvich." "The terrorist?" "That's the bastard. We just found out he's gotten access to bio-weapons." The chief tossed me a file. "That's all we've got. You've got a week to line up on him. Once you do, call in. They want us to count coup on this one." "Aw, shit. What asshole thought that up?" "Your Commander-in-Chief." "Shit." "Yeah, well, whatever. Take the video transmission gear with you. We want to make sure this one is done, and they apparently have reason to have visual proof of it being done." "Okay, but I hate these jobs." I'd only done two others this way. It made things more difficult than they needed to be. "No one said you had to like it. We only said you had to *do* it." I rose, knowing a dismissal when I heard one. "Yes, sir." ----- Well, finding the bastard was no easy job. I hate working in Russia. I don't fit in there, at all. But, I finally found him, after five days of searching. Of course, I only had a few places to look in. We apparently had gotten some good intel about this mutt, though I didn't know from whom. Nor did I especially care very much. Right now, what mattered was that I'd found him, and that I was setting up all the necessary added equipment for the job. Sneaking all this shit into the country had not been easy. It had required a submarine trip, of all things. Boy, wasn't that fun. Reminded me of the old days, only this time there wasn't much of a border guard to get in my way. Well, anyway, I was sitting on a hill, about a thousand yards from this guy's home. He lived out in the sticks, a million miles from anything you could call civilization. I assembled my rifle, including the silencer. I wondered why the hell they'd asked me to use a silencer, out here in the middle of noplace, but hey, that's what they wanted. Setting up the camera equipment was far more annoying than assembling my rifle. The gear was bulky, and it was a pain in the ass to deal with. I bet those CIA pukes never have to deal with this shit. With the camera in place, and the satellite uplink transmitting the signal back to HQ, I donned my comm-link. This was like some damned TV production. I was waiting for the director to give me the go-ahead to blow some bastard's head off. There he was, in my sights as I waited. I kept track of the wind as a normal part of my routine for such jobs, and today there was nearly no wind at all. It was the perfect day, and the guy was standing in the open. *What the hell are they waiting for?* Well, after another five minutes, I hear in my ear, "Line up for shot." That's the cue; they're finally ready for me to pop this guy. I snug the rifle against my shoulder, and line my eye up with the scope. The target's head is centered in my view. Noting the slight wind, I adjust slightly to the left. My finger reaches for the trigger, but before I can even touch it, things go to hell. "Abort mission! Abort mission! Abort mission!" *Shit!* I swore to myself. I didn't dare say it out loud. My head came up from my rifle, my finger never having reached the trigger. "Please clarify, Central," I said into my comm-link. "No clarification available Ceres. Abort mission, return to fallback position." "Understood." *Shit.* ----- Six hours later, back in the safety of my anonymous hut in the middle of nowhere, I was on the satcom with HQ. "So, what the hell is going on? The job was perfectly lined up, I was ready, it was safe, it was deniable. Why pull me off?" "Apparently, someone decided that we need this guy alive for something or other." "Oh, that's just great. That's just damn peachy. *Now* what?" "We still need to send this guy a message, that we don't like his activities. We've learned that tomorrow afternoon, he will have his wife and child visiting him." "So?" "We want you to kill the child. *We* will make the phone call, to let him know what is going on. Again, you need to do this according to our timetable, and we want the video set up to record the shot." *Oh, shit.* It wasn't that I minded killing someone other than the real target, but to have to kill a kid... well, even I don't like that very much. "Acknowledge your instructions, Ceres," the voice on the other end of the satcom said coldly. "Acknowledged, Central. Will be ready at 1300 Lima, tomorrow." "Very good. Out." ----- The next day, I had to crawl my way through a foot of new snow, to the same spot I'd reached yesterday. I spent *another* hour setting up the damned video equipment, and then I took an hour to clean and assemble my rifle. With all that finished, I settled down into the snow to wait. It was only 12:30, so it would be at least a half-hour before Central was calling me. Shortly after I settled down, a car pulled up. The target came out of the house to greet his visitors. Stepping out of the front of the car was a woman, obviously his wife. From my perch, she looked like a pretty attractive babe. Out of the back of the car... *That kid can't be more than three or four! Shit, they want me to pop a toddler?* As I said, even I have my limits. This was just something that I couldn't put up with. That kid hadn't done anything to my country yet. There were other ways to send a message to this guy without whacking the kid. I watched them all through my binoculars. The little girl went to play on the swing in the back yard. I'd seen enough kids just like her back at home. Watching her, I came up with a plan. Knowing the way these people think, she'd grow up like her father, a terrorist fighting my country. But I still couldn't cap her. There was, however, something I could do. It was another hour yet before Central contacted me. "Ceres, camera on." I reached over and activated the system. It was electronically slaved to my scope, so that it saw what I saw, only with a slightly wider angle. I brought my rifle up, and centered my scope on the target's head. There was no point in giving the assholes back at Central any warning about what I was going to do; they'd only order me not to. "Prepare for shot," said the voice. I settled myself in, to keep the rifle steady. "Conversation to follow. You do not have the ability to enter the conversation. When you hear our side say, 'we have a message for you,' you will fire. Acknowledge." "Acknowledged. 'we have a message for you.' Understood." The line clicked and beeped for a while, and then I heard ringing. Soon, I heard the target's voice come online. "Da?" the man said in Russian. "Pyotr? This is Andrew," the American said, in English. "Who is this?" Pyotr said, switching to heavily accented English. "I work at the American Embassy in Moscow, Pyotr. We've been tracking you for some time now." "Is that so? What do you want?" Pyotr asked. "We know that you have been bringing terror to the United States, Pyotr. We know that recently, you've obtained weapons of mass destruction, and you plan to attack us again." "Perhaps I do, perhaps I do not. But you cannot prove it." "Maybe not, Pyotr. But we have a message for you." At that point, I quickly shifted the aim on my scope. I'd had the little girl in my sights throughout the conversation. At the moment, her back was to me, and that was very good for what I wanted. I could have done a frontal shot, but it would have been less sure. I moved the crosshairs from the center of her head down to the middle of her lower back. Applying gentle pressure, I slowly squeezed the trigger, exhaling and waiting... *Yes!* The rifle recoiled slightly as the bullet left the gun. A very short moment later, the little girl collapsed to the ground, but it was clear that she was not dead. "Next time, Pyotr," the voice of Andrew went on, obviously oblivious to what I'd done different from the plan, 'It could be your wife." The conversation broke off before I heard Pyotr's response. I could see him running to his daughter's side, anyway. Central screamed in my ear, "What the hell did you do? You were supposed to terminate the target!" I refused to answer, but instead packed up all the damn gear, and got the hell out of there, before someone came looking for me. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "So, you crippled the kid, just to send a message?" Rick looked at Scott in some distaste. "Hey, the kid's pop hasn't screwed with us since! The mission was a one-hundred-percent success. Hey, too bad for the kid, but at least she's still breathing. The prisses back at HQ wanted me to whack her all the way gone." The two men had been walking throughout their discussion, and they had now arrived at a rather deep pit that had been cleared of trash. Rick stopped, and turned to Scott. "Why couldn't you just do what they asked?" "Hey, what's the deal? You're starting to sound like those assholes. They wanted to send a message. I didn't think actually killing the kid was necessary." "So, instead you sentenced her to life in a wheelchair." "At least it's life. Look," Scott said, getting angry. "I don't have to justify myself to you. I did the job my way. I've had to put up with a lot of shit from the boss over it, but I'm *not *going to stand here and take it from you!" Rick turned away from Scott, to look out over the garbage. Scott started to get wary as Rick unzipped his jacket As he turned back, Rick's hand slipped inside his jacket, pulling out a pistol. "Well, I'm afraid you won't be taking shit from anybody, anymore." "What the hell is this?" Scott accused. "My first assignment," Rick explained, "is to take out the cocksucker who couldn't listen to orders and do what he was told." "Jesus, man, I'm part of the agency, *your* agency! You can't do this!" Rick stared back at him, but suddenly, he wasn't talking anymore. That bothered Scott more than any words could have. "We can work something out, man. I've got a lot of money stashed. You can take it. They'll never know I'm not dead. I can hide out, you'll look good, and..." Rick looked at Scott as if he was a piece of meat. *No, shithead, he's looking at you as if you were a *target*. *Scott began to sweat heavily. Rick's silence finally unnerved Scott completely. "Dammit, I've spent a lot of time training you! And you're just going to screw me over this way? Haven't you got *anything* to say about that?" Rick looked into Scott's eyes, gauging what, if anything, he needed to say to him. Finally deciding that something was necessary, he raised his pistol to the man's head and took a deep breath. "Nothing personal." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===Net Wolf | The Jagged Gate===-- + The Jagged Gate Author's Note: *There are two kinds of stories I never write: Fan-fiction, and crossovers. This story violates both of those rules at the same time. This story was requested by a friend. I have borrowed *_concepts only_ *from Stargate SG-1 and JAG. I have made absolutely no attempt to recreate the characters' personalities in any way, and I have made intentional changes to correct obvious inaccuracies in administrative items in both shows. I have also not attempted to fit this into the timeline of either show. Pretend this is a completely separate universe, and you'll enjoy it more. Also, this is not intended to be taken seriously, so just have some fun with it, okay?* *Net Wolf* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Mizerat Island 1500 Local "Hey, eltee, how are we supposed to find anything in this place, let alone two kids who are probably moving around?" Marsden asked. "Use your eyes, Marsden," Lt. (jg) Mike Tiegs answered. "The outer perimeter of the island is either beach or grassy field. No place for them to hide here. They've got to be in there," the lieutenant said, pointing to the forest in the center of the island. "Yeah, but lieutenant," Petty Officer First Class Colleen Tilson asked reasonably, "that's got to be at least a square mile or more of trees." "And if we stand here yakking about it, do you expect it to get any smaller? We're SEALs. We'll figure something out. Now move out!" The group of six found an opening in the trees and used it to move into the forest. There were no paths here, nor any animal trails. It was extremely unusual. After about fifteen minutes of walking, the group reached a small clearing, and they stopped to look around for any signs of the missing teens. "Hey, I think I might have found something here," Seaman Melanie Jacobs called out while she was bending over a fallen log. "Yeah, I found somethin', too," Petty Officer Emilio Juarez said. "A great view of your ass." The line normally would have brought rebuke both from Jacobs and from the lieutenant, but before the officer could say anything, Jacobs wiggled her ass at Juarez and said, "I hope you enjoy the view, Milo." "Ooh, yeah, baby. Almost good enough to eat," Juarez said enthusiastically. "Come on over and try it, big boy," she said seductively. "What the hell's going on with you two?" the lieutenant demanded. He was feeling a bit strange, but he knew that his SEALs wouldn't normally act this way. PO1 Tilson walked over to her officer, and said in a sultry tone, "Aw, c'mon, lieutenant. They're just having fun. You remember how to do that, don't ya? Maybe I need to remind you..." With that, Colleen Tilson sunk to her knees and unfastened her leader's pants. She reached in and pulled out his quickly hardening cock, stroking it while she licked her lips. "Colleen, er, I mean, petty officer, uh..." At that point, Colleen wrapped her lips around the head of his dick, and started to suck. Mike groaned out loud at the feel of it. Across the clearing, Emilio saw what the lieutenant was doing, and decided to go for it. He moved over to where Melanie Jacobs was still wiggling her butt at him, and grabbed her hips. She stood up and said, "What you gonna do to me, Milo?" "I told you, babe. You look good enough to eat, and I'm gonna!" Melanie had her pants and panties down before he even finished talking. Emilio pushed her down to the ground, her legs spread lewdly. He quickly dove between her legs and started licking her pussy lips with vigor. Melanie was soon groaning in pleasure. Marsden and the remaining man, Petty Officer Third Class Rudy Williamson, looked at each other a little nonplussed. Neither of them was gay, but they were both extremely horny, so they weren't sure what to do. Then Marsden got an idea. He walked over to where Melanie lay on the ground, and he pulled out his cock. Straddling her chest, he presented his dick to her mouth. "Yum," she cooed, and parted her lips to allow him to push his erect prick inside. Marsden set up a furious pace of mouth fucking, and Melanie was loving every second of it. "Mind if I join you, Lieutenant?" Rudy asked his officer. Mike just grunted while Colleen continued to work over his cock. Her rhythm slipped just a touch as Rudy started to fondle her tits outside her uniform, but she was soon back up to speed. She used her free hand to help Rudy as he began to unbutton her jacket - her other hand was busy stroking Mike's member. It didn't take long for Rudy to have Colleen stripped to the waist. Then he set to work on her pants. He got them down to her knees, and he figured that was far enough. Slipping his hand in between her legs, he found that she was already wet and more than ready, so he then grabbed her hips and got her on all fours, which was a much better position for fucking. While Colleen's mouth still worked over Mike's cock, Rudy knelt behind her and placed his dick at her entrance. As he pushed in, Colleen moaned loudly, even with her mouth full of prick. Rudy continued pushing in until he was buried to the hilt inside her. Then he grabbed her hips and started to thrust. Meanwhile, Marsden was just reaching his peak. He blasted his load of cum into Melanie's throat, and she swallowed happily. When he was done spurting, she cleaned off his cock, and sucked it back to hardness. Marsden withdrew and looked down at Emilio, who was still happily licking away at Melanie's cunt. She was panting with the pleasure his tongue was giving her. "Hey, Emil," Marsden said, "Let me at that snatch." Emilio looked up, and then nodded. "I guess I've earned a little suck-off of my own, eh?" "You got it!" Melanie assured him, and waved him up her body. Marsden quickly moved into position, and slipped his dick into Melanie's wet hole. She cried out in glee at the feel of him inside her, and then her squeals of delight were muffled by Emilio's large dick. On the other side of the clearing, Rudy was reaching his first climax. He grunted loudly, echoing in the clearing, and spewed his seed deep into Colleen's pussy. She groaned at the feel of it, but continued to suck off her team leader. ----- Unseen by the rather occupied group, two teens observed their activities from a short distance away. Without a word, they slipped silently through the forest, back to the city. ----- The SEALs spent over an hour in that clearing, until they were thoroughly exhausted. "What the fuck just happened?" Mike wanted to know. PO1 Tilson was embarrassed by her behavior. "I don't know, eltee, but I think we need to get back to the city. Something isn't right with us." "Yeah," Emilio agreed. "We need to get checked out." "Right," Lt. (jg) Tiegs said, coming to a decision. "Let's get cleaned up and head back into town." ----- As the SEALs reached the outskirts of the city, they were prepared to go through the security checkpoint that was guarding the city's entrance. Suddenly, they found themselves surrounded by armed guards, pointing very nasty-looking weapons at them. "You are under arrest," someone said. Lt. Tiegs looked to see who it was, and recognized Chief Councilor Maya Degrais. "What's the charge?" he asked politely, trying to find a diplomatic way out of this new problem. "Defiling a sacred area," she snapped. "Take them away." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Navy Judge Advocate General's Office Washington Navy Yard, District of Columbia 1042 Local "You wanted to see us, Admiral?" Harry asked, peeking his head in the door. "C'mon in, Commander, Lieutenant Colonel. I assume both of you are well rested?" They both knew this was a facetious comment on the part of their CO: they had both just returned from strenuous negotiations in the Middle East. "Yes, sir," they both replied, anyway. "Good. We have a new case, it's a little touchy, so I'm sending both of you. You'll be on the same side this time," he said, noting a sigh of relief from LTC Graham. "What's the story, sir?" Harry asked. "A SEAL platoon got themselves into trouble in a... foreign land. Apparently they violated a local custom without knowing it, and are being held for trial. The local government has allowed them counsel of their choice, and they chose us." "A wise move for them, sir," LTC Catherine Graham opined. Admiral Chadwick looked up at her with a smile, then said, "You may regret their decision soon, Colonel. You leave within the hour for Colorado." "Sir? I thought you said they were on foreign soil? Were they at the Air Force Academy?" CDR Harry "Potter" Clay asked. "Hah!" the admiral barked out in amusement. "Not quite. Colorado is just the location of your transport." "Then, where to, sir?" LTC Graham asked. Admiral J.J. Chadwick leaned back and said, "Atlantis." ----- Astrogate Command And Control Somewhere Beneath Manitu incline, CO 1428 Local "Welcome to Astrogate Command. My name is Lieutenant Commander Veracruz, and I'll be your briefing officer today. If you'll both have a seat, we can get started." Cath and Harry sat down with a chair between them. They both looked at the empty seat without looking at each other. The tension between them was beginning to be uncomfortable, though it had been building for five years now. They both shook off the thought and focused on their briefing. "In the early half of the last century, an Egyptian archaeologist discovered the Astrogate, but no one knew how to make it work. A few years ago, one of our scientists figured out how the coordinate system was derived, and we began to use the Astrogate to explore." "Explore where?" Cath wanted to know. "The galaxy," Veracruz said deadpan. She stared at the two officers before her, waiting for one of them to laugh. Neither did, and she pushed on. "In simplest terms, the Astrogate is a stabilized wormhole creation device that allows its users to make a connection between two gates, and step through instantaneously. I'm skimming over all the technical details. If you want them..." she expected, and received, negative shakes of the head, and so she continued. "After a few missteps, we established protocols for exploration. Various small military units were formed in order to perform these missions." "SEAL Team Zero," Harry muttered. "What?" Cath asked. He turned to face her slightly. "When I was in the SEALs, there was some talk about a very hush-hush special group, even more secretive than the rest of the SEAL population. They were supposedly called SEAL Team Zero." "Yes," LCDR Veracruz said. "And they are currently in custody. That's one of the reasons you were requested, Commander Clay. You're familiar with SEAL thinking." "So, where, exactly, are they being held?" Cath wanted to know. Veracruz brought up another image on the screen. This one was a star chart with a single star circled. "This is Delta 486. To the indigenous people, the planet is know as Atlantis." "Why?" Cath wondered. "I'm not authorized to give you information as to why the locals speak English, or why they have chosen an Earth mythological name for their planet. It is a water world, for the most part. No continents, only small- to medium-sized islands. The people live under water, in pressure domes." "That seems very improbable," Cath objected. "The probability of this situation is not your concern, Colonel," a voice said from the back of the room. Cath and Harry turned to see an admiral walking down the aisle. Both of them snapped to attention. "As you were. You're dismissed, Commander," he said to the briefing officer. "I'm Rear Admiral Carver, COMAGCOM." "Sir?" Harry said. "Commander, Astrogate Command. You two were sent to me because you're smart enough to know when to keep your mouths shut. This project is blacker than an F-117 in a coal mine at midnight during a lunar eclipse," he said, using an obviously practiced phrase. Commander Clay, aware they were being warned, decided to change the subject. "What, exactly, did the SEALs do that got them into trouble, Admiral?" The admiral cocked an eyebrow at him. "That is a very good question. The request I got for counsel did not elaborate on exactly what happened. They have been charged with desecrating sacred land." "Ouch," Cath said. "That means a religious crime. Getting them out of that could be tricky." "Getting them out of that is *your job*, Colonel," Carver said sharply. "Aye-aye, *sir*!" Cath said, snapping to faster than usual. "There's not much else to tell you. I think you'd better gear up, and we'll get you on your way. I want AG-3 back in the fold pronto." "Aye, sir," Commander Clay said. "Go find Colonel McCoy. He's the team coordinator. Dismissed." ----- Atlantis Astrogate Receiving Area 0918 Local Cath and Harry stepped through the portal, feeling the strange rush of their body being compressed and stretched at the same time. The sensation only lasted a second, and then they were fully through the portal, standing on a platform in a well-lit room that nevertheless had a transparent ceiling showing an underwater vista. "Nice," Harry said. "Stay focused, Harry," Cath said with a smile. At that point, they noticed the armed guards watching them. As the leader of the guards approached, both officers snapped to attention, but neither saluted since they were not wearing covers. "Commander Harry Clay and Lieutenant Colonel Catherine Graham," Harry said. "Major Jai Venada," the man said stiffly. "You are soldiers?" "No, sir. We're lawyers. We're here to represent the Astrogate team," Cath informed him. Jai humphed, and then motioned them to follow as he walked out of the room. He said nothing as he led them down corridors and into an office waiting room. "Wait here," he said, nodded to the receptionist, and left. The receptionist lifted her phone receiver and delivered a quiet message to the person on the other end. Meanwhile, Harry and Cath examined the office. Its luxury indicated the office holder was someone of importance, but they had no idea who they had just been delivered to. After a few minutes, the office door opened, and out walked a medium-tall woman with short salt-and-pepper hair. Her green eyes were sharp and clear, however, and indicated this woman still had a fully functioning mind. "I am Chief Councilor Maya Degrais. You are?" The officers introduced themselves, and Harry added, "We're here to represent our Astrogate team in the court proceedings." "Ah. So you're not here to try to retrieve them by force?" "That's not how we operate, ma'am," Cath assured her. "If the team has violated your law, they will have to take responsibility for that. If they have violated our regulations, they will also stand trial for that when you're done with them." "I see. That is acceptable to us." "May I ask what AG-3 is charged with, ma'am?" Harry asked. "AG-3?" she inquired. "Sorry, the designation for the team that came here." "Oh. They are charged with defiling a sacred place." "What did they do?" Cath asked. "They fornicated on holy ground," she said with distaste. Cath and Harry looked at each other in shock. Turning back to the woman, Harry asked, "Ma'am... how serious is this crime in your culture? What's the penalty if they are convicted?" She seemed very surprised by the question. "How can you ask how serious this is? Don't you understand what they have done?" Cath explained, "In our society, what they have done is distasteful, and frowned upon, but it's not a crime. Our government isn't allowed to involve itself in religious affairs." She knew that was over-simplifying, but she didn't feel that elaborating would help matters along. Councilor Degrais shook her head. "I will never get used to the strangeness of other cultures. You *will* abide by the court's decision in this matter." Harry heard the warning in her voice. "Yes, ma'am. What's the penalty if they are found guilty?" "Execution," the councilor said with finality. Both lawyers were astonished by that pronouncement, but they tried not to let their unease show. "May we speak to the team now, ma'am?" "Certainly." ----- Atlantis Detention Center 0927 Local "Attention on deck!" someone snapped as the two officers entered the holding area where AG-3 was being held. "As you were," Harry responded. He turned to the guard who had been escorting them. "We need a room where we can interview these men." The guard pointed to a room across the hall and asked, "Which one you want first, sir?" Harry was surprised by the 'sir', but tried not to look it. He consulted the list of names he had brought with him and said, "Let's start with Lieutenant Tiegs." The guard unlocked Tiegs' cell, and then escorted them all to the room across the hall. The guard did not leave the room. "Are attorney-client conversations not privileged here?" Cath asked the guard, trying not to challenge him with her tone. "They may not be recorded, and I cannot be called to testify, but I am required to be in the room with any prisoner that I have released from his cell." Cath shared a look with Harry, and then said, "One of us has to get up to speed on criminal procedure here." "I'll let you tackle that," Harry said with a smile. Cath shot him a dirty look, then turned to face the lieutenant. "Lt. Tiegs, you're charged with defiling a sacred place by... having sex? What were you thinking?" Harry put his hand out to calm Cath down. "Why don't you tell us what happened out there, Lieutenant?" Mike sat up straight, as he had been trained, and focused on a point between the two officers. He had been composing this report in his head since they'd put him in the cell. "AG-3 was sent to Atlantis on a reconnaissance mission. It was our job to get to know these people and become familiar with their ways. "While we were here, two of their teens turned up missing. They keep an extremely close watch on everyone in this society, and they actually have a system that logs who is where. The teens had left the city earlier in the day to go hiking. Since there was a storm on the way, the councilors were concerned about the kids. Several search parties were sent out, and we volunteered to help. "As the search areas were divided up, it was clear to me that no one was selecting one particular island to search. I'm not sure if they were afraid to go there, or if they simply assumed the teens would not be there. There was no objection made when I chose to take AG-3 there at all. "The island we were to search is fairly small. It's about a square mile or so. The coastline is beach and grassland, and the center of the island is forest. We had already patrolled the coast, to see if we could spot the teens that way. With no further options, we headed into the forest to look for them. "Everything was going fine for about fifteen or twenty minutes. We had stopped in a small clearing to see if we could spot any evidence that the teens had passed by. "I should say, sir, ma'am, that as soon as we entered the forest, we all started to feel just a little strange. It's not a feeling I can describe to you, other than that we seemed to become more energetic and... well, aroused. "While in the clearing, I'm not exactly certain what was going on. Seaman Jacobs was the first to start acting strange, after an inappropriate comment from Petty Officer Juarez. Then Petty Officer Tilson made a sexual advance on me, and from there, everything grows a little fuzzy until the sexual intercourse was over." "I assume you did not reject Petty Officer Tilson's advance?" Cath inquired coldly. "Ma'am, I... didn't have the will to. As I said, something about that forest was affecting us." "Perhaps you just needed an excuse?" Harry suggested. "C'mon, I know that the mixed-gender SEAL concept hasn't been entirely welcomed. Maybe you were hoping to disgrace the concept so that it would be terminated?" "No offense, *sir*, but only a desk jockey would think like that." "I'd watch your tone, *Lieutenant*. Colonel, can you finish up here? I have something I need to discuss with the Chief Councilor." "All right." They both watched the commander go, and Cath leveled her gaze at Lt. Tiegs. "Commander Clay was a SEAL platoon leader until five years ago. He injured his knee in Afghanistan, saving the lives of fellow SEALs. I think you owe him an apology." Mike had paled when he'd realized who he had been speaking to. "That was Harry Potter? Oh, shit! Uh, sorry, ma'am. Uh, yeah, I didn't know." ----- "What can I do for you, Commander?" Councilor Degrais asked. "Who reported the team's crime?" "Why is that important?" she asked. "In our society, it is a central tenet of justice that the accused has the right to face their accuser. Unless you have physical evidence of their act, all you have is a witness." "*Two* witnesses. And are you accusing them of lying? Your team has not denied their actions." "I'm not accusing anyone of lying, ma'am. I'm wanting to know exactly what they saw." "I will not have you intimidating our citizens, Commander." "Madam Councilor, you can have anyone you like attend my interviews with them. I merely want to get all the facts." "Very well. Their names are Dougah Misamek and Shayla Shamarna. I will have them brought to you by one of our constables, who will remain during your questions." "Thank you very much." ----- "Dougah, Shayla, thank you for coming to see us. Shayla, could you wait outside while we speak to Dougah?" "What is the point of interviewing them separately?" the police constable wanted to know. Taking him aside so the teens couldn't hear, he explained, "I want to make sure that their stories are consistent. If they are misleading us in any way, their stories might not be the same." The constable looked at him askance, but then allowed it. "Shayla, wait out in the anteroom. We'll come get you when it's your turn." She gave one last look at Dougah, then left. Harry motioned everyone to a seat, and then sat himself. "Where is your associate?" the constable asked before Harry could get started. "Colonel Graham is studying Atlantean law, to help us better understand your rules." The constable nodded, and then motioned with his chin to go ahead and begin questioning the boy. "Dougah, can you tell me what happened in the forest?" "Shayla and I were hiking. It was a nice day and we didn't want to be cooped up indoors. We were on our way back to the city when we passed by the clearing where we saw your people. They were all... naked... and... doing things." "Sexual things?" Harry prompted. Dougah nodded. "Yeah. We didn't stay to watch, but we knew we had to report it to the Council. That land is holy land; you can't do that sort of thing there." "So why were you there? Why hike on holy ground?" "The boy's not on trial, Commander," the constable warned. "It's just a question..." Harry objected. Dougah said, "We like to go there because it's peaceful. Most people think the forest is haunted or something, which they think is why it was declared holy. But we've never seen a ghost, and it's nice to get away from everyone for a while." Harry nodded to the teen, made a couple of notes to himself, then said, "Okay, that's all I needed to know. You can go now." ----- "Luckily, their system is highly computerized, and finding the relevant laws and procedures didn't take me all day," Cath said. "So, how airtight is this law?" "Pretty airtight, Harry. If the court believes the testimony of the witnesses - " "And there's no reason to think they won't." " - then it's an open-and-shut case." "So our only chance is to discredit the witnesses." "If we try to do that, it'll look like we're trying to victimize two teenagers to save a bunch of sodomites." "No one said anything about sodomy, Cath," Harry said with a smirk. "You know what I mean." "Still, it's our only hope. Did you find anything in the law that requires foreknowledge of the law before breaking it can be a criminal act?" Cath shook her head. "No, the laws here just assume that everyone would know what is right and wrong. It's the nature of a theocratic government; everyone's been raised to know what you should and shouldn't do. Did you get anything from the kids at all?" "Only the feeling they're not telling the whole story. I think they had a specific reason for being in that forest, and I *don't* think it was to take a hike." "What do you want to do?" "I think we should search the forest, and see if we can figure out what those kids were up to." "You sure you want to risk it? The last SEAL that went into that forest..." "Yeah, but you're a Marine. You should be able to fend me off," he said with a grin. "I'll see you in the morning, Harry," Cath said with a chuckle. The two had been bantering like this ever since they'd accidentally kissed each other two years ago at a costume party, and this case was not easing the tension. Cath was glad to get away from it for a while by heading back to her own room and going to bed. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Mizerat Island 0900 Local "It's an interesting way to live. With their habitat under water, they're immune to most of the problems of space colonization," Harry said. "Space colonization?" Cath inquired with a skeptical tone. "They speak English. There's only one city here, and this isn't the kind of place you could have a native populace grow up," he said reasonably. "Interesting. But are they *our* colonists?" Harry shook his head. "I don't know. Somehow I doubt it; their rules are too different for only a few years of separation." "True. Well, there's the forest. Now what?" "We'll need to find where the SEALs entered. Marsden gave me a pretty good description of the area." As the two walked along the coast, looking for the entry point, they didn't say much to each other. Each was lost with their own thoughts. Finally, Harry pointed. "That looks like it. Let's go." As the two entered the forest, it was clear that the SEALs had not been lying about the effects. Cath was immediately sweating, and it wasn't from the heat. She surreptitiously looked at Harry, but he seemed more composed. She tried to fight off the effects of the whatever-it-was that had taken hold of her, and followed behind her partner. It took only a half hour of searching to find the clearing where the SEAL platoon had obviously had their orgy. The scent actually still lingered in the air, which Harry thought was rather unusual. He looked over at Cath, who had unbuttoned the top button on her uniform. "Going informal today, Colonel?" he asked light-heartedly. "C'mon, Harry. It's hot as an oven in here. How can you stand it?" Harry fidgeted a little at the look she gave him, but composed himself. "I'll manage. As long as you don't start revealing more cleavage, that is," he said with a smirk. He expected her to respond with, "Red light, Commander!" but she said nothing about his comment. Shaking his head in befuddlement, Harry looked around, and then headed out of the clearing. He followed its edge for a while, until he found what he was looking for. "Right here is where the kids were standing." "How can you tell?" she asked, seeing nothing to indicate that. "See how the grass is mashed down? Also, there are some broken twigs here." "Could have been animals," she objected. "Could have been, but I don't think there are any large animals on this island. It's not large enough to support them. C'mon, the path goes this way." Cath stood up and followed behind Harry, unbuttoning yet another button on her uniform as she did. The heat was getting to her, but it had nothing to do with the temperature. She was annoyed that Harry seemed completely oblivious to her state. It was another twenty minutes before the pair came to another small clearing. This one was obviously visited frequently, by the state of the grass and the way things had obviously been arranged. "So, what have we got here?" Cath asked, fanning herself. "Looks like a little island hideaway," Harry said. "Why would two teens need a hideaway on a sacred island?" Cath asked. Harry, who had been searching the clearing, suddenly bent down behind a bush and picked up something. Holding up a torn pair of small panties, he looked at Cath with one eyebrow raised and said, "I can think of one reason..." Cath had been mostly controlling herself up to this point. However, the sight of panties, obviously torn in sexual excitement, sent her over the edge. "Goddammit, Harry," she said, moving over to him and unbuttoning her uniform blouse the rest of the way, "how can you be so calm?" Harry was having trouble focusing on her words as his eyes were watching her hands. He didn't answer her before she shucked her blouse off and threw it on a log. Words were even less available when her bra joined it. Cath pressed herself up against him and looked into his eyes. Reaching down, she pressed her hand into his crotch, and felt his already very hard cock. She smiled lustfully at him. "I knew you weren't immune," she said. He didn't say anything at all as she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. He put his arms around her as they kissed, his tongue sliding out to enter her mouth. She moaned as it entered and molested her own tongue. Harry's hands slid down to Cath's ass and squeezed her butt cheeks through her slacks. Cath's hands were busy unbuttoning his shirt. As soon as his shirt was undone, she reached down and unfastened his pants as well. Pushing on them, they fell to the ground and she was able to push his uniform shirt off, as well. Breaking their kiss, Cath sank to her knees. She smiled to herself at the outline of his erect cock pressing outward against his boxers. Taking hold of the waistband, she pulled his boxers down, exposing his prick to her view. She hummed softly to herself and licked her lips. Grabbing his hand, Cath pulled Harry down to lie on the ground, which was covered in soft grass and softer leaves. He looked up at her and smiled, but she didn't notice. Her attention was focused solely on his cock. Cath wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke him lightly. She bent over and licked the head of his dick, then moved her tongue all the way around it. She licked everything that wasn't covered by her hand already. Then, finally, she moved her mouth to the head of his cock and parted her lips, letting her mouth descend onto his member. Harry groaned in pleasure as Cath's mouth engulfed him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, letting the sensations wash over him. Her tongue danced along the side of his shaft while her lips bobbed up and down. Her hand continued to stroke the part of his dick not in her mouth. With the kind of feelings Cath was giving him, Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out long. As his climax approached, he tapped Cath's shoulder to let her know what was coming. She merely grunted and continued to suck even harder, hoping to pull his cum from his balls. Harry couldn't hold on any longer and finally let go with a loud groan that filled the small clearing. His cum blasted into Cath's mouth and she swallowed quickly to keep up with it. After some time, Harry's orgasm subsided, and Cath let his cock loose from her mouth. He looked up at her and grinned, and she looked away, blushing. When she turned back, he was beginning to sit up. When he took hold of her arm gently, she felt a little trepidation. "Your turn," he said quietly, and deftly turned so that she was now on the ground on her back, and he was sitting above her. He moved down her body, caressing her ample tits for a few moments, eliciting a low moan from her, before he moved on. Harry unfastened her pants and gripped both them and her panties. She lifted her hips to help him pull them off, and in a matter of seconds, she was completely nude. Harry set her clothes aside, and then he very gently parted her thighs. He lay himself down, and then ran his tongue along her inner thigh, moving his way ever so slowly toward her pussy. Cath was writhing by the time Harry's tongue made contact. She cried out in pleasure as he licked slowly along the entire length of her pussy lips, ending up at her clit. He flicked the little nubbin repeatedly as Cath's hips rolled against him. He slid his finger deep into her pussy and started to move it in and out while he began to suck on her clit. Cath was quickly heating up, and her moans grew louder. Harry's lips and tongue were driving her insane, and his finger only made the pleasure that much more intense. She felt her legs begin to spasm, and she knew that meant her climax wasn't far away. She was panting now, lost in the pleasure of the act, and when her orgasm washed over her, a scream left her throat that must have been heard throughout the forest. Birds took flight in fear from the sound. Harry continued to suck her clit until it was clear that her orgasm was fading. He carefully withdrew his finger, and then slowly moved his way up her body. He stopped for a while to lick and nibble her tits, toying with her nipples and keeping her highly aroused. Finally, he moved up beside her and watched her try to catch her breath. After a minute or so, he asked playfully, "You ready for more, or are you worn out, Marine?" Cath growled at him and pounced, rolling on top of him and straddling his waist. "We'll show you who's worn out, squid," she said, reaching down for his already-erect cock. She positioned it at her entrance and then, with no fanfare at all, let herself drop down onto him. "Oh, fuck yes!" she screamed, feeling him fill her pussy all the way up. Harry groaned at the sensation, but wasn't able to say anything. Cath did not wait for him to recover, but instead put her hands on his chest and started moving her hips, moving on his cock and sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Harry finally got into the act, reaching up and fondling Cath's breasts, tweaking her nipples with his thumbs. She gasped at the pleasure of that, and increased her pace on his cock. Harry's hips began to thrust up at her, adding to the sensations. The two of them were moving together, their bodies in synch with each other. After a while, Harry pulled Cath down to him, kissing her hotly. She thrust her tongue into his mouth this time, and smiled as she felt him roll on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and waited. Harry began thrusting almost immediately, ramming his cock into her pussy with all he had. Cath was right there with him, bucking her hips up at him, trying to drive him even deeper into her cunt. The two continued to kiss as they fucked, driving each other closer and closer to their peaks. When they got there, their screams were muffled by their kissing, but it still filled the clearing as their bodies twisted and writhed together, lost in the throes of passion. It was a long moment before the echoes of their cries faded, and it was even longer before they stopped moving against each other. After a minute, Harry gently disentangled himself from Cath, who was mostly out of it, and rolled himself to her side on the grass. There, he slept. ----- A short while later, Harry woke up. Cath was still dozing next to him, and he took a moment to admire her naked form. He hoped that he would see it again, after they left this apparently very strange forest. He was fully dressed by the time Cath awoke, and she found him stuffing small plants into the bag they had brought with them for evidence. She had not actually expected to find anything, and she was thoroughly confused by the fact that he was collecting greenery. "Why the pruning?" she asked him as she got dressed. She noticed that he stole glances at her as she did, and she enjoyed that. The tension the two had felt for so long had broken. Now the question was, what comes after? "There's obviously something going on in this forest. I'm thinking it has something to do with one of the plants that grows here. If we can get it back to Earth - now there's something I never thought I'd say - we can have it tested and see if anything turns up." "Good idea," she said, finishing her dressing. She inspected her clothes and decided they would pass for simply having been hiked in. She quickly looked over Harry's uniform and saw a couple of smudges, but nothing too incriminating. "So, you think the kids made up the story to protect themselves? About the SEALs, I mean?" Cath asked. In her daze, she had forgotten they had admitted to the crime. Harry looked at her with some incredulity. "No. After what just happened, I'm quite certain the SEALs did what they say they did. But obviously, so did the teens. I think that they called attention to the SEALs in order to save their own necks." "But how do we prove that?" she asked. "If I'm right, then it might be that no one is at fault. If it's one of these plants, we can argue that they weren't acting under their own volition, but were in fact too intoxicated by the natural surroundings to know the difference between right and wrong." "Not guilty by reason of plant-induced temporary insanity?" Cath asked with a skeptical grin. "Hey, it's all we've got to go on." "Okay. Let's head back now." ----- Atlantis Government Center 1145 Local "Did you find what you wanted?" Chief Councilor Degrais asked. Harry and Cath felt that question had a double meaning, but neither of them was going to rise to the bait. "We think so. I would like to return to Earth for some scientific testing, and is it possible for Colonel Graham to look over your historical archives?" "You're going quite far afield to save your people, Commander," Councilor Degrais said with a smirk. "But our records are open for all to see. Not that most bother; our history classes are quite complete during our schooling." "But I didn't have the benefit of your schooling, Madam Councilor," Cath said with a charming smile. "Where might I find the archives?" "I will have someone take you there. Is there anything else, Commander?" "Just one other point. Are you familiar with DNA?" "Yes, quite familiar. Every member of our society has their DNA logged at birth. Yours was logged when you entered the detention facility yesterday." "Are these records available to the defense?" "Why would you need them?" Maya Degrais asked suspiciously. "We found some items in the forest, but in order to know whether they are evidence of anything or not, we need to know if they belong to one of the teens." "I remind you, Commander, that the teens are not on trial." "But their credibility might be, Madam Councilor." Degrais sighed. "Very well. It is our policy never to give anyone access to the DNA records. However, if you can present a DNA profile for matching, we can tell you if it matches the young ones." "Thank you, that will be fine. I should be back in a few hours. Colonel, good luck." "You too, Harry," she said, searching his face for an answer that was not forthcoming. He smiled at her, then turned away to head back to the Astrogate. ----- Astrogate Command And Control 0640 Local "Welcome back, Commander," COL McCoy said. "Where's your partner?" "Learning history," he said. "How goes the case?" "We're making headway," Harry hedged. "Do you have a lab here? I need to have some plants analyzed." "Of course. Commander Veracruz will show you where." As LCDR Veracruz led Harry back to the lab, he asked, "So what's your real job here? I imagine they don't need a babysitter very often." "You'd be surprised," she said with a grin, "but I'm the technical director of the facility. I do the briefings in case some smartass politician wants real details. I can go so far over their head, they stop asking questions almost immediately." Harry laughed. "Good strategy." "Any hope of getting AG-3 back?" Veracruz asked seriously. "It's looking up. A lot depends on how much of this scientific evidence they'll accept over their religious taboos." "Good luck, sir," she said as she directed him into the lab, where they had obviously been alerted, because they were ready to do whatever he wanted done. ----- Atlantis Government Center, Visitors Quarters 2000 Local "We found it," Harry said. "It's those trees with the soft leaves. I asked, and it's called a Kemset Tree. Nobody's said anything about it being odd, but the lab boys say that it emits a pheromone-like scent. It's intended to attract some kind of insect to help the plant reproduce, but it coincidentally has an extremely strong effect on people." "So they really were prodded into their actions by their surroundings?" Cath asked. Harry nodded. "The question is, can we use this in these courts? Will it stand up?" "There's nothing to prevent it. The trouble would be convincing the judge that it's valid." "*Would* be?" Harry asked. He knew that tone in Cath's voice. "I looked through their history, and I found some really interesting things," she said, and explained all about it. Harry listened intently, his smile growing as he knew that they had put this case away, unless the judicial system on Atlantis was merely for show. After they had talked out their case, silence ensued. After a few minutes of that, Cath said, "Harry?" "What's on your mind, Cath?" "How strongly did that forest affect you?" After a long pause, he confessed, "Only a little bit." "Then why..." she started. He knew what she was asking and cut her off. "Because I've wanted it to happen for a long time, and it gave us both an excuse. And if things went badly, we could back away from it, blame the forest, and still be friends." "Things didn't go badly, though." "No, they didn't," he responded, looking into her eyes. Clothing was soon being shed once again. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Atlantis Criminal Court 1000 Local "Are there any motions before the trial begins?" the judge asked. Harry stood up. "Yes, your honor. My clients would like to change their plea." "Your clients have not entered a plea, Mr. Clay," the judge replied. Harry knew it was protocol for them not to recognize any title or rank in their court proceedings. "You may enter one for them now, if you think it's necessary." "I do, Your Honor. My clients plead not guilty by reason of involuntary chemical intoxication." There was a stir in the courtroom; this was a new one on the observers. "Perhaps you'd better explain yourself," the prosecutor demanded. "It is a tenet of Atlantean law that a person acting under the motivation of an intoxicating substance is still responsible for their actions, *unless* they ingested that substance either unknowingly, or unwillingly. It is our assertion that the forest on Mizerat Island consists of a tree that emits an intoxicating chemical." "Mr. Clay," Chief Councilor Degrais, who was one of the panel of five judges, intoned, "do you expect us to believe this rather convenient explanation?" "Your Honors, during our trek into the forest yesterday, Lieutenant Colonel Graham and I collected plant samples. Some of those samples sit on the evidence table before you. Other samples were taken back to Earth for chemical examination. It was determined there that the Kemset Tree emits a substance that lowers the inhibitions of humans, arouses the libido, and clouds the higher brain functions, making it nearly impossible for humans to resist this effect." "And we are just supposed to take your word for this?" one of the other judges asked. "No, Your Honors. That is why I didn't take all of the samples. Please feel free to have them tested in your own labs. I'm sure you'll find the same thing we did." "How can you be so sure of that, Mr. Clay?" Degrais asked. Cath stood up and answered the question. "Because, Your Honors, your people suffered the same effects from these trees when you first came here two thousand years ago." There was an uproar from the courtroom, and the Chief Justice hammered the room into silence. "Perhaps you'd better explain yourself, young lady," the judge demanded. "When your people first came to Atlantis, they lived on the islands surrounding what is now Atlantis City. The historical record shows that Mizerat Island was regarded as a... passionate retreat location." More murmurs were heard in the court, but a stern look from the Chief Justice calmed them. "The record states that children were not allowed on the island, that clothing was frequently not worn, and that, and I quote 'animal sounds were heard where no animal lives.'" The court chuckled at that old-fashioned turn of phrase, but Cath carried on with her statement. "In fact, the record shows that everyone in the colony visited the island frequently. Even in the original days of the colony, citizen movements were tracked." "We are aware. Please make your point." "My point is this: when this colony was started, you had five thousand members. There is no record of famine, disease, violent dispute or other problem which would cause a significant decline in population, yet the record shows that in the first twenty years, you lost eighty percent of your colonists." "Which could have been caused by anything," Degrais objected. "You cannot blame that on the forest." "Actually, Your Honor, we can," Harry replied. "Because the Kemset Tree pheromone, for lack of a better word for it, is toxic, as well as intoxicating. Inhaling it frequently over a long period of time will lead to liver failure and death." There was a rumble of fear through the court, but the justices glared it into submission. "You can prove this, as well?" the Chief Justice inquired. "Our chemical analysis proves it. Of course, you'll want to run your own," Harry assumed out loud. "But your initial population died off from this very substance." "Yet some obviously survived," Degrais objected. "Yes, Your Honor," Cath said. "Some humans are immune to the effect. Mr. Clay is one of them. All of you are also immune to the effect, because you are descendants of people who were obviously immune, so did not spend as much time on the island, and therefore did not inhale a lethal dose." "The record also states that the island was declared off-limits once the physicians figured out what was causing the problem." "You mean it was declared holy," one of the judges objected. "No, Your Honor. It was originally declared unclean," Cath replied. At that point, the room erupted in a cacophony of outrage. The Chief Justice gaveled it into silence with some effort. "I'm not making any interpretation, Your Honor. The record states it as fact. What I cannot find, however, is at what point the island was transformed from a place of death to a holy shrine." "Why is that relevant?" Another of the judges asked. "Because, Your Honor," Harry explained, "if the island was never officially declared a sacred place, then the members of AG-3 aren't guilty of any crime at all." At that, another outburst rolled through the court. More gaveling finally got it under control, and the Chief Justice said, "Are you asking us to *dismiss* the charges?" Harry stood his ground. "I don't see any other options, Your Honor. The state cannot prove that a crime has been committed." Everyone stared open-mouthed at him, but the room was silent. No one knew what to say to that. After the longest of pauses, the Chief Justice said, "The justices will confer in chambers. This court is adjourned until 2:00pm." ----- Atlantis Astrogate Receiving Area 1800 Local "Thank you, sirs," Mike Tiegs said to the lawyers. "I was really worried about this one." "It wasn't your fault, Lieutenant," Cath assured him. Mike shook both their hands. Harry said, "You're dismissed. Return to base." "Aye-aye, sir!" Mike replied, and headed through the Astrogate. Harry and Cath turned to see the two teens at the door. They both walked over to talk to them. "We're sorry we got your friends in trouble," Shayla said quietly. "As you should be, young lady," Harry said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Ziploc bag with her panties in it. He handed it to her, and watched her blush. "Especially when you were guiltier than they." Harry and Cath turned back to the Astrogate platform, and stepped through. ----- Astrogate Command And Control 1255 Local "Good work, Commander, Colonel," Admiral Carver said, congratulating them both on their mission. "Our pleasure, sir," Harry assured COMAGCOM. "Really?" the admiral said with a predatory grin. "I'm glad to hear that. I have a message from your boss." Admiral Carver handed over the message to Harry, who read it and then handed it to Cath with a look of chagrin. "AGJAG?" she said with a look of dread when she realized they had been tasked to start a new legal bureau, the Astrogate Judge Advocate General's office. It would be a subordinate office to the Navy's JAG, but would run independently. "At least we both get a promotion," Harry said, trying to be optimistic. "Yeah, but how come you get to be on top?" Cath asked with a devilish grin. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===CHAPTER 17===-- Chapter 17 "Jake, come look at this!" April White called out. Her husband, who had been sitting at the table doing a crossword, came over quickly. The two looked out, and were extremely startled to see a large tiger in their back yard. One of their son's friends was lying on the ground, and April started as the animal leapt at the boy. Jake held his wife, and promptly the animal vanished. "Tell me I'm seeing things!" his wife pleaded. Jake opened the window a little bit, so he could hear the conversation. When his son admitted to having magic, Jake went pale. "We've got to talk to him about it!" April urged in a hushed voice. "Not until we speak to Reverend Dewey." ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "How are things with your family?" Amy asked him. He'd spent the last three hours with Veronica, fulfilling his apprenticeship duties regarding bonding, and now she was taking a nap, and he was talking with Amy on the couch in the living room. "Mom and Dad are fine, I guess... They seem to be avoiding me for some reason," he said, unable to see the warning that presented. "I meant your real family, Don. How is Katie?" "A little miffed at me, still, for hiding my magic from her." "We're all a little surprised that you did." "I made a promise." "Yeah. I guess we didn't take that into consideration. Most apprentices tell *someone* before they're supposed to." Don shrugged. "Too much other crap going on at home. They didn't need that dumped on them." "How are Julie and Susan?" Amy transitioned smoothly. "Susan's just fine. Gill's left her completely alone the last couple days, as he promised to. Julie... is still recovering from losing Paul. She's doing all right, though." "With your help," Amy added warmly. "I do what I can, I guess." "And how's Annie?" Don had been looking out the front window. His head snapped around to stare at Amy. "I was there, Don. I know what you feel for her." "That was there. She doesn't even remember me here." "Did you ever tell her how you feel?" Don paused for a long moment. "Not in the right ways, I guess." Amy pushed herself closer to him. "I think you told her in every way that matters. Did you two get along... um... physically?" Don blushed at the intent of the question, and shook his head in sorrow. "We never tried. Things were always getting in the way." Amy looked at him sadly, and ran her hand along his cheek. "I have to leave tomorrow morning, so this'll be the last time I see you this trip. I'll be back, though. You really need to think about Annie." "She has her own life here, she doesn't need some teenager showing up on her doorstep, and..." Amy silenced him with a finger to his lips. "You and I both know that she isn't happy here. You were able to give her comfort and joy that she didn't know from anywhere else. I can't tell you what to do, Don, but you really do need to think it over." "Okay," Don said, his voice a little heavy. "Now, you look tired, and I need to rest, too. Let's go take a nap together. I want to feel you next to me again, before I have to leave." "Yes, Mistress," he said with a smile. ----- The warning signs that Don had been ignoring for the last few days became abundantly obvious when he saw three new cars parked outside their house. He had to park in the neighbor's driveway - something he'd gotten permission to do a long time ago - and got out of the car, more curious than anything. *What's this all about?* he wondered. Walking into the house, he had a sense of deja vu. Once again he was returning from Veronica's, and once again there would be a confrontation that began in the living room. As Don walked in, he saw his parents, sitting on the couch. It looked as if his mother had been crying. His father stared at him with an odd look on his face. In the chair across from them sat a man in a suit. After a long moment, he recognized the man as his parents' minister. Don had no religion of his own; as soon as he'd been old enough to stay home alone, he'd stopped going to church with his parents. They, however, were devout Christians, and it was for this reason that he'd not mentioned his magic to them. They had not brought their religion home before, though... and he was grateful that they didn't try to convert him or Katie back to their beliefs. These thoughts didn't have a lot of time to run through Don's head, as his arms were suddenly grasped from either side. He looked quickly at the two men - large, imposing men - who had hold of him. He assumed these men were deacons in the church. That told him exactly what this was about. The minister was focused very intently on Don, while his parents just looked dismayed. Don took a deep breath. He knew he was in no spiritual danger. What could they do? They could try an exorcism, he supposed, and that would be unpleasant, since they would never be able to cast out a nonexistent demon. Physically, the two men holding him could be dangerous. *You should have been paying more attention. Then they wouldn't have been able to grab you!* Don vowed to keep his guard up at all times from now on. Another thought occurred to him as he was being held, and it was more important to him than his own predicament. "Where's Katie?" he asked calmly. "Your sister is in her room. She doesn't need to be exposed to this," the minister said quietly. "Young man, your parents have told me things that it is frankly hard to fathom. They have said you have dark power." Don smirked. "And you'd like a demonstration?" Before the minister could stop him, Don muttered a couple short spells. The first weakened the muscles of the arms holding him. The second increased his agility to that of a weasel... if only for a few seconds. Don twisted and squirmed, and in a half-second was completely free of the two men holding him. A third spell flashed a tremendous light in their face. It was a little too close to one of the deacons, and his nervous system overloaded, causing him to pass out. The effect was similar to some less-than-lethal weaponry, and Don made a note to keep that in mind for later. The other deacon was shaking his head, trying to clear his vision. "Is that what you were looking for?" Don asked, standing away from the deacons, but not approaching his parents or the minister. His position allowed him to look up the stairs, and he saw Katie sitting at the top. She put her finger to her lips, and he winked quickly, unnoticed by anyone else in the room. "So, you are in league with Lucifer," the minister said harshly. "You must give this up, boy!" Don cocked his head and put his hand on his chin. "Lucifer... Lucifer... Nope, can't say as I know anyone named Lucifer." "Beelzebub! Satan! The Accursed One!" the minister spat. "Oh, *Him*!" Don said mockingly. "I've made no agreements with him, and I've signed no contract." "His ways are slippery and hard to discern, my young man. You might not have been aware of the agreement when you made it, but in his clutches is where you are! You must turn away! You must return to Jesus!" Don coughed. "Buddy, I left Jesus behind many years ago. I haven't seen much reason to go back, either. My power doesn't come from a demon, Reverend. My power is a natural part of the universe. If there is a God, He created the power I use as surely as he created the air you breathe." "Lies! The words of the wicked!" the minister screeched. "We will drive out this demon together! Fight, boy! Fight him!" Don walked closer to the minister, and behind him, he heard Katie creep down the stairs far enough to watch. The minister stepped back, having risen during his little diatribe. As Don approached, the man held out his Bible, a golden cross emblazoned on its front. "Do not approach me, you servant of evil! In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave this boy!" Don reached out and took hold of the book. Removing it from the shocked minister's unresisting fingers, he ran his fingers over the cross, and then held the book in his hands for a long time. It had no supernatural ability that he could discern, even after a muttered magic-perception spell. Don turned and set the Bible on a shelf, then turned back to the pastor. He could see his parents out of the corner of his eye. His mother was cringing; his father was furious. "Even God cannot cast out something that doesn't exist in the first place," Don said. "I am not possessed. And I am offended that you think that I should listen to you, when you come in here ranting about something you clearly know nothing about!" "How dare you speak to a man of God that way!" Don's father bellowed, finally gaining a voice. "You apologize this instant!" "For what? Isn't it a Christian teaching to 'hate the sin, and not the sinner?'" So why are you all looking at me like that? His father grew much redder in the face. "Go to your room. And so you cannot go seeing whatever evil person has dragged you down into this pit, you are *grounded*! You will go *nowhere* except to school!" Don shrugged. He knew he could get past them without any real problem. He turned back to the pastor, then grabbed the Bible off the shelf and handed it back to him. "The deacons will be fine. The unconscious one shouldn't be seriously hurt. Perhaps you should read this," he said calmly as the pastor took hold of the Bible. "I did." Don turned and walked up the stairs. Katie was waiting for him at the top. She hugged him tightly, and sniffled. He patted her shoulder, then walked on past into his room, closing the door calmly. Once inside, he started laughing as hard as he could ever remember. He laughed so hard his sides began to hurt, and he collapsed on his bed, overcome with guffaws. *He thought I would be scared off by a cross! Like I'm a vampire!* ----- Katie watched her brother go into his room, but she didn't wait to hear his laughter. She stormed down the steps to confront her parents. She hit the bottom of the stairs as one of the deacons finally got his vision clear enough to move around. The pastor went over to comfort him. "How could you guys do that! He's not some damn demon, he's my *brother*! Geez, I think you guys have seen *The Exorcist* a few too many times!" "Katie, Sweetheart," her mother started, "you just don't understand..." "Oh, I understand just fine! Don has something you don't understand, and that makes you scared. You can't control it, can't define it, can't put it in a little box, so it frightens you!" "Watch your mouth, young lady," her father scolded. "You're worried about what *I'm* saying? After all the stuff *he* just said?" she demanded, pointing to the preacher, who was now, along with his associate, helping the unconscious deacon. "What a damned double-standard *that* is!" She'd avoided saying 'goddamned' only because she knew the trouble that would get her in. "You listen to me, and you listen good, young lady," her father started in. "This is none of your concern, and I think you need to learn some manners and some respect." "Respect?" she started to ask, but her father cut her off. "Don't talk back to me! Now you're going to apologize to Reverend Dewey, and you're going up to your room until you can behave civilly." Katie's eyes burned with fire. "It will be a cold day in *Hell* before I apologize to him." Katie turned and stormed back up the stairs, pissed off and hurt. She was going to go to her room and cry, but decided she didn't want to be alone. Katie knocked on Don's door. She heard some noises inside, but they were too muffled for her to make out. Don had very nearly gotten over his giggles when Katie knocked on the door. He opened it with a wary look on his face, until he saw her. He almost smiled, until he noticed the expression on her face. He pulled her into his room and closed the door. Katie hugged her brother fiercely. She began to cry, letting her frustration out while he held on to her. She didn't know what was happening to her family; she only knew that the only person that seemed to care about her right now was the one holding her. Don pulled Katie over to the bed, and sat down on the edge of it with her. He pulled her fully onto the bed until he had his back to the wall. She was clinging to him, her head buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder. He rubbed her back and let her cry it out, not really knowing what else to do. After a while, Katie calmed down a bit. Don reached over - stretching mightily - to grab the Kleenex off his night table. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes, and coughed a little, and Don sat there, holding onto her throughout. "You're not possessed, are you?" Katie asked softly. "No, Katie," Don said, his giggles almost returning. A funny thought occurred to him just then. "Have you ever noticed that if you take the word *sacred* and swap two letters, you get *scared*?" Katie looked at him, and began to smile. Then she started to giggle. It was infectious, and before long, they were both laughing heartily. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... "Hey, Donny," Katie said softly. She whispered because she knew her brother didn't like to be called that in public. Julie was with her, and smiled. He kissed Julie, then hugged his sister. They were in school, getting ready to go to lunch. He was happy to see both of them. "Where's Susan?" he asked. It had become something of a ritual for them all to eat lunch together. "Getting yelled at. She didn't get her homework done," Julie said, giggling. "Be nice," Don said with a smirk. He ran his hand along her side. "You only got yours done 'cause you had help." Julie smiled brightly, and kissed Don again. Kate stood by, and tried to ignore the tingling that arose between her legs. *Stop it! He's your brother!* Once Don had finished putting his books in his locker, the three headed off down the hallway. They rounded one corner, and stopped, because they could see a rather large senior heading in their direction. "Oh, shit," Julie said. "That's one of the football players I used to date." Now, for the last few weeks, Don had enjoyed a respite from the teasing and beatings of the seniors. He hadn't known why, but he had enjoyed it. Clearly this was at an end, unless he was misreading the situation rather badly. "Hey, White! You and I are gonna have a talk!" The girls stepped back as Don directed them, but he stayed put. He'd taken enough abuse from the football team to make him instantly angry that one of them would approach him now. The words *not this time* echoed through his head. "What do you want, Troy?" Don said crossly. Troy stepped up to him. "Ooh, tough guy. I'm gonna teach you not to screw around with girls that have been marked as senior chicks." "Marked, huh? Do you lift your leg when you do that?" There were some chuckles from the kids in the hall, who had all stopped to watch the coming fight. Troy grew red in the face. "You fucking son of a bitch!" Troy ignored the low chanting that Don was doing, and didn't notice the movement of his hand. When Troy swung on him, Don seemingly slid sideways without actually moving. In truth, he had simply been able to sidestep very quickly. Troy was caught off-balance, and Don pushed him as he had Gill. Troy stumbled, but didn't lose his footing. As Troy whirled, Don chanted another spell, augmenting his own strength. He lunged off his back leg, and delivered a fierce blow to Troy's chin. The football player staggered back until he bounced off members of the crowd. There were gasps that anyone Don's size would attempt to take on a member of the football defense. Troy cursed a blue streak as he rubbed his chin. Julie had seen the look that crossed Troy's face before. "Don, careful!" she cried out. "Shut up, you bitch!" Troy hollered. He locked eyes with Don, who almost looked as though he had the upper hand. "Apologize to her. Now," Don said coldly. "Fuck you!" Troy snarled. Don chanted his spell somewhat more loudly this time, enough that some of the students caught it, and knew what it meant. As Troy was about to lunge at Don again, Don stepped forward and delivered a perfect martial arts two-handed punch to Troy's solar plexus and abdomen. Don had seen this move in movies many times, but he wouldn't normally have had the strength to pull it off, nor the precision. The magic took care of that part. Troy felt all the air whoosh out of his body, and he also felt his feet leave the ground. Don had used more strength than he'd intended to, and Troy went flying. The kids that didn't move out of the way fast enough got shoved aside by Troy's flying body. Luckily no one got pinned behind him, because when he hit the lockers, he left a dent. One of them would need to be cut open with a torch. Troy fell to the floor. People could see the blood oozing out of the back of his head. It was only a cut, but it looked nasty. The crowd moved away as Don got closer. "I'm sick of your shit, Troy. And I'm sick of the goddamned football team's shit. What you just got was a small taste of what I can do to you if you really piss me off." This was a lie; Don was nearing his limits on what he knew. "All right, White, to the office!" the assistant principal bellowed. The other kids scattered, except for Julie and Kate. "You two, get to lunch!" he said. "But sir," Katie tried, "We saw the whole thing. This wasn't Don's fault!" "Right. That's why the other guy is the one lying on the floor bleeding. Now get moving, before you're in as much trouble as he is!" "Go on, Katie," Don said to her. "I'll be fine. I'll see you after school." Katie and Julie moved off, and Don headed for the office. He noted with some satisfaction that Troy had not moved yet. ----- When the assistant principal, Mr. Houston, came into the office, he jerked his thumb at Don to indicate where they were going. Don shrugged and followed him into the principal's office. "What's going on, Mr. Houston?" the principal, Mr. Vandermeer asked. "This bastard just took down Troy Wilkins." "Let's watch the language, shall we?" Mr. Vandermeer asked. Turning to Don, he said, "Is this true?" "No, sir, my parents were married when I was born." Don had no idea why that had just come out of his mouth. He was never one to be a problem, but lately he'd just had so much crap thrown at him from authority, he couldn't resist rebelling a little. Mr. Vandermeer, who had known Don for several years, having been his junior high principal at one time, smirked. "Okay, smart aleck, you know what I meant." "Yes, sir, I did lay Troy out cold." "Out cold is a bit of an understatement!" Mr. Houston snarled. "They're taking him to the hospital!" "Oh, come on, Mr. Houston," the principal said. "Does Mr. White here look like he could do that to a guy the size of Troy Wilkins?" "The kids I talked to said he was casting spells. Like he's some kind of a witch." "I am not a witch," Don said, offended. "I am a magician. Witches practice an entirely different kind of magic, based on their religion. My magic does not come from a religion." Mr. Vandermeer raised his eyebrows at Don's statement. "You're saying you *did* 'put a spell' on Troy?" "No, sir, I used a spell to beat the snot out of him." "Why?" "Because I refused to let him beat the snot out of me again." "There's never been any proof to back up your claims, Mr. White," Mr. Houston snapped. He was a big fan of the football team. "Hmmm. Could this be because the football team invariably backs its own? Every time I have gotten in a fight, the football team has said that the member I accused was practicing, or was with them, or some other *lie*." Mr. Vandermeer raised his hands to prevent the continuation of this argument. "Regardless, your actions today were inexcusable. Protecting yourself is one thing, but putting another student in the hospital goes well beyond self-defense. I will call your parents, and they should hopefully be able to be here shortly. We will discuss your punishment then. Please wait out in the office." Don rose, and glared at Mr. Houston. When he stepped into the outer office, he saw Susan there. He smiled at her, until he realized she must also be in trouble. She got up and went into the principal's office, and Don sat down. She was back out in a few minutes, and sat next to him. "What're you in for?" Don asked. "I told a teacher off. She didn't believe me that I lost my homework on the bus, which I did!" Don discreetly took her hand and squeezed it. She smiled at him. "Anyway, I told her what a bitch she was. Needless to say, she didn't like that very much." Don chuckled. "They called my mom. She's going to ground me, I'm sure." "I've already been grounded," Don said. He told her the story of the previous night's encounter. Susan grimaced. "So what're you doing in here?" Susan asked, when he was done. "Troy Wilkins decided to pick on me today. Bad move for Troy. I guess I used a little too much oomph, 'cause they took him to the hospital. I think they're going to suspend me for fighting." "Is that fair? You were just protecting yourself!" Susan demanded. Don shrugged. "I don't think it's fair, but they don't give a shit what I think." He chatted with Susan for the next twenty minutes, until her mother showed up to take her home. She gave him a kiss before she left, and her mother glared at her for that. Then Don sat alone, waiting for his parents to show. Finally, a good fifteen minutes later, his mother and father walked into the office. His father stared daggers at him, and Don looked back impassively. The secretary picked up the intercom phone, and soon the principal motioned them all into his office. Don walked in and sat down without being bidden; though he hadn't been here much, he knew the routine. The principal sat in his chair and leaned back. Mr. Houston was there, leaning against the wall. Jake and April White sat in chairs behind their son. "All right, Don," Mr. Vandermeer said. "According to Mr. Houston, you have seriously injured a star football player, sending him to the hospital with a concussion, and several bruised ribs. I'd like you to tell us your version of what happened." Don said, "I was walking to lunch with Katie and Julie..." Mr. Vandermeer raised his hand to interrupt. "Excuse me for asking, but who are they, and why aren't they here?" "Katie is my sister, and Julie is my girlfriend. They aren't here because *he*," at this, Don jerked his thumb at Mr. Houston, "sent them to lunch. They wanted to come to give their side of the story, but he wouldn't let them." Mr. Vandermeer looked darkly at Mr. Houston, but then nodded for Don to continue. "Anyway, I was walking to lunch with them, and we turned the corner, and here comes Troy. He's obviously ticked about something. Well, I've had enough of his beatings and torment, so I asked the girls to step back, and then I asked him what he wanted." "What did he say?" the principal wanted to know. "Something about how I wasn't supposed to go out with girls that the seniors - by which I'm guessing he meant the football team - had picked for themselves." "Then what did you do?" "I made a smart-ass remark that he didn't appreciate too much, because he swung on me." "Right," Mr. Houston said, snorting. "I don't see any marks on you!" "I said he swung on me. I did *not* say he hit me. I moved out of the way." "Of a punch. From a linebacker." Mr. Houston was obviously unconvinced. "Would you like me to demonstrate how quickly I can get from here to where you're standing, Mr. Houston, sir?" Don said with disgusting politeness. Mr. Houston kept his mouth shut after that. "Then what happened?" Mr. Vandermeer asked. "Well, I sort of shoved him while he was off balance, you know, because he'd missed. When he got his footing again, he whirled around and started to come at me. I realized I was going to have to fight him or get beaten up. I'm tired of getting beaten up. So, I chanted a spell or three, and... well, kind of laid him out. I'm sorry he got hurt; I'm not used to using that spell." "And you expect us to believe this crap?" Mr. Houston snarled. Don picked up a coffee mug sitting on the edge of Mr. Vandermeer's desk. "Is this special to you, sir?" "Huh? No, it's just a mug I brought from home." "I'll replace it." Don chanted a spell, and held the mug in one hand. He began to squeeze, until the cup - a heavy porcelain mug - shattered into many pieces that fell to the floor. "Yes, sir," Don said to Mr. Houston, "I expect you to believe that crap." Don heard his mother gasp from behind him, and he felt his father's hand on the back of his neck. "You're coming with me, young man! You were warned!" "If you don't remove your hand, *Dad*," Don said rather irately, "I will have Mr. Vandermeer call Child Protective Services." "Why don't you just use a spell on him?" Mr. Vandermeer said with a smirk. "I'm tired," Don said truthfully. "Mr. White, please sit down." Jake sat down in his seat, but was clearly unhappy. "Don, I can see your point. However, I'm afraid I can't let this go without punishment. Otherwise, we will have students taking up magic... or martial arts... and beating up other students who they feel deserve it, and then where would we be? Now, I think the situation is serious enough to warrant suspension for the rest of the week... which is, of course, the rest of the school year." "Sir," Don said, trying to keep his voice level, "you're sentencing me to another year of high school. Without my finals, I won't pass two of my classes. I need those classes before I can take next year's classes, and you don't offer them in summer school, because they're AP courses." "That's not fair!" April White said, suddenly coming to her son's defense. "What punishment is the other kid going to get for attacking my son in the first place?" "The other kid," Mr. Houston snapped, "is in the emergency room!" "With a concussion and some bruises! Big deal!" April shouted back. "April, that's enough," Jake said. "We'll deal with this later. Mr. Vandermeer, are you done?" The principal looked at Jake, then at Don, and began to worry. There was, however, nothing he could do. "Yes, I think so." "Let's go, Donald," Jake said, not touching his son in the presence of the school administrators. Don got up, and looked at Mr. Vandermeer. He then glared at Mr. Houston. "I hope you're happy, *sir*. Just so you know, I'll be taking this matter to the Board of Education, and perhaps the State Department of Education. By the time I'm done, this school won't be allowed to have a football team. I can put together enough victims of your goon squad to shut you down. And I will." Don turned and walked out, leaving his parents to stare at the administrators. Don didn't care; he'd had enough crap from people who wanted nothing more than to keep him under their thumbs, and it was high time he told them where they could stick their thumbs. ----- The ride home was extremely quiet. Don figured his parents wanted to be behind closed doors before they let rip. When they pulled into the driveway, he got out of the car and went into the living room. This was where they had their yelling sessions, the few times they'd ever done so. Though he would, in the past, have been nervous or outright afraid of what was coming, now he was too annoyed to be scared. He'd done nothing wrong, and he was the one getting all the punishment. The door slammed soon after he sat down, and both of his parents came in. His mother sat in a chair as far across the room from him as she could get, but his father paced angrily back and forth. "I don't get it. I just don't get it. Where did we go wrong?" Don knew this was a rhetorical question; his father wasn't actually talking to him, he was ranting to himself. "We spend years trying to raise them right. We take them to church. We try to instill in them values. But no. First you turn away from the church..." Jake turned and bellowed at Don, "And then you blaspheme God with your... your devil worship?" Don sat quietly, a neutral expression on his face. He figured he was probably expected to show remorse or fear, but as he felt neither of them, he wasn't going to act like it. "What is it going to take to get through to you? Your... your 'magic' nearly killed somebody today! Is that what it's going to take? Is someone going to have to die before you wake up and turn away from this... this cult you've joined, this bastion of evil! What am I supposed to do, wait until you hurt one of us next?" Don sat still, saying nothing. He knew this would enrage his father even more. At this point, he was enjoying the show. He had to work not to smile at his father. It had been a long time since he'd gotten a home sermon. He remembered them from his childhood. His father had not become a more eloquent speaker over the years. "So what do I do with you? I grounded you, but I had to let you go to school. Well, you get in trouble *there*, too! So. You are still grounded. Now you may go *nowhere*. I will not allow anyone in here to see you. You will be completely isolated. You need to think long and hard about what you're doing, young man. This has got to end, before your immortal soul burns in the fires of damnation!" Jake White was winded. He was getting too old for this sort of aggravation. He had lost a half-day's wages, and his son sat there, almost like a statue. It was infuriating him all the more that his son wouldn't even try to argue back, as he had sometimes done during these lectures. "*WELL*?" Jake screamed in rage. "Can I go to my room now?" Don asked calmly. Jake was apoplectic, and April spoke, before her son was physically harmed by her husband. She didn't realize that wasn't possible. "Yes, Don. Go now. I will bring your dinner to you; please stay in your room." "Fine," he said, knowing full well he could leave any time he damned well pleased. He walked up the stairs, closed the door, and sat down at his computer. He chuckled to himself at his father's tirade; it was about what he'd expected, really... lots of bluster, but his father's fundamentalist Christian beliefs would not allow him to do more to Don than yell at him. He was, after all, *already* grounded. The loss of Julie and Susan would be a problem; he was sure that their parents would know that he wasn't supposed to be out and about, and so they would have to be sneaky about it. He sent off an email to Susan, explaining what had happened. It occurred to him that she, too, might be grounded now. He shrugged, figuring he could work it out. Turning to his third-circle magic book, he cast the decryption spell, and then went looking for a good sleep spell... just in case he needed to go somewhere. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Don was sitting in his room, typing merrily away on his computer, when there was a knock at the door. It was so quiet, it had to be his mother. No one else was supposed to be allowed in to see him, anyway. "C'mon in, Mom," he called out. April opened the door, and stood in the doorway. She'd come no closer to her son than that. "Come on. We're going to the school." "What for? I'm suspended." "I know. And despite your... problem... that wasn't fair. I'm going to talk that principal into letting you back into class." Don shrugged. He would much rather take his finals than not, as he had no interest in spending another year in high school. The truth was, if he didn't pass those classes, he might not bother with finishing high school, and just take his GED. But if his mother wished to argue the point, then that was okay by him. The two walked down to the car, and got in. April started the car and looked over at Don. She shivered, and fidgeted uncomfortably. "Mom, would you like to sit in back while I drive?" He knew better than to ask if he should sit behind her; she no longer trusted him. "Yes, I think that would be best." They changed places, and she was now cringing as far into the opposite corner of the car from him as she could get. Don ignored that, and drove off for the school. ----- Don wandered around the office. He didn't feel like sitting there, fidgeting, while his mother was in yelling at the principal. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, only that there were raised voices. He could have used a spell to hear better, but he figured he'd just as soon not know what was said. He looked at the bulletin board, which had announcements on it. None of them were especially important, especially since three-quarters of them were out of date. He chuckled at that. Just then, one of his teachers walked in. "Hello, Don... I thought you were suspended." "Hi, Mrs. Nash. I am. My mom's reaming out the principal, trying to get me out of it." "Oh. That's... nice of her, I guess." Don shrugged. "I don't hold out much hope." Mrs. Nash lowered her voice. "That stuff they're saying about you..." Don grinned mischievously. "What am I being accused of?" "They're calling you a warlock." Don frowned mightily. "Mr. Houston. He can't get his mind around the idea that witches and warlocks aren't the only magicians in the world. I am a magician. Nothing more. Nothing less." Mrs. Nash looked at him strangely. "I... Well, quite honestly, I didn't expect you to admit to being a magician, either. I assume we're not talking about tada and abracadabra..." Don chuckled. "No. Neither of those words comes up in my spells." "Well..." she was interrupted as the office door opened, and April and Mr. Vandermeer came out together. "Mrs. Nash... good thing you're here, as I believe Mr. White is supposed to be in your class this hour. Mrs. White has convinced me that our punishment for young Don was too harsh. He will, however, be restrained to one classroom, as a form of on-campus suspension. I wonder if you'd be willing to take that duty?" With little hesitation, Mrs. Nash said, "Surely. He's never been a problem in my classroom." "Thank you. Is that satisfactory, Mrs. White?" "Yes. Very. Thank you. I'll see you at home, Don." April scurried out of the office, giving Don a wide berth. He chuckled. "Should I go get my books, Mr. Vandermeer?" "Yes. After that, you will be restricted to Mrs. Nash's classroom, and the teacher's lounge, where you will eat your lunch and return directly to Mrs. Nash's class. You may go to the restroom between classes, but if you are seen wandering the halls, you will be severely punished." "Understood. Thanks." Don left, a confused look on his face. *Just what the hell did Mom threaten him with? The *teacher's lounge*?* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Don was in his room, relaxing a bit. He was amusing himself by writing symbols in the air. A simple, first-circle spell, it didn't mean anything other than that he thought it was neat. A soft knock at his door announced the arrival of his sister. It couldn't be anyone else, because his mother refused to come near him anymore, and his father would not have bothered knocking. "C'mon in, Katie," he said softly, not bothering to stop what he was doing. When she walked in, she was kind of startled. He'd spelled out, "Hi, Katie!" in sparkly green letters - her favorite color - and it floated before her until it dissipated. "If Mom and Dad catch you doing that, they're gonna freak," she warned. "They've already freaked, so what's the difference? I have to practice. Trouble is, a lot of these spells work on other people. It's hard to practice them with no one to practice them on." Katie sat down on the bed next to her brother. "Where does your magic come from?" Katie asked. "What do you mean?" "Well... you told me you're not a witch, but... where do you get magic from?" "Magic is just a natural part of the world. You just need to know how to get to it... and believe that you can." "Oh. Could I learn magic?" Don hesitated for a long moment. She was clearly not magician material; Veronica had made that plain. However, he wasn't about to tell her she'd already been rejected. "You might find it tough going, Katie." "Oh. Okay." He'd expected an argument over that, but she'd not given him one. He was concerned for a moment, until she leaned back against him. "So what kind of spells are you trying to practice?" "Just some basic physical control spells. Veronica told me to work on them." "What do they do?" "Well, it depends on what you want them to do, really. Like the one I was thinking about toying with can make a person's fingers act with a mind of their own." "Hell, my fingers do that already. Just listen to me play piano, and you know they don't listen to my brain!" Don chuckled at his sister. She'd been taking piano lessons for three years, and she still had difficulty at times. Katie sat up and turned to look at him. "You could try the spell on me..." "Hmm?" "See if it can make me play piano better! I'm working on Fur Elise, and that damned song is a pain in the ass!" He smiled at her. It was a good idea, though he'd never have asked her straight out. "Okay. Let's go to your room." Don followed Kate into her room, and he closed the door. There was little chance of his mother coming up here, but there wasn't any point in making it easy for her to catch him doing magic. "So, what do I do?" Katie asked. "You don't have to do anything except sit at the piano." Katie had an electric piano in her room, that she could play without disturbing anyone. She sat down on her stool and placed her hands on the keys. Don looked at his sister, and had to stop himself from admiring the way her hair flowed down her back, and the way her butt looked. He had enough of a side view to see the swell of her breast, and- * Knock it off! This is the real world, not Zemlia Nov!* Shaking his head, Don began to chant the spell. The problem he had was that the spell required visualization. He tried to visualize Katie playing Fur Elise flawlessly, but his other thoughts intruded on his image. He imagined things that he shouldn't be thinking of his sister, and before he could stop the images, the spell was complete. Katie expected her hands to start playing music at any moment. She'd heard him finish up, though he'd spoken too quietly for her to make out the words. Her left hand reached up and caressed her neck, flicking some stray hairs out of the way. She was a little surprised; she didn't understand what that had to do with playing piano. When her hand ran down her body and cupped her tit through her shirt and bra, she gasped. This was definitely *not* how you played piano! Her body, however, seemed to like the notion well enough. She sighed softly as her hand squeezed her tit, and moaned as it ran its fingers gently over her nipple, causing it to harden and poke through the materials. Her right hand was not idle for long. Soon, it made its way between her legs, pushing strongly against her jeans. Her middle finger made repeated heavy strokes against the crotch of her pants, and she was beginning to get very excited. Don watched in awe as his sister began to play with herself. He was going to stop the spell, but he suddenly couldn't find his voice; his sister's movements mesmerized him. Her hand worked strongly between her legs, and he couldn't help but wish that it was his own hand. Katie was well aware that she should not be masturbating in front of her brother. She was also aware that it was his spell that had done this to her. *Did he want to see this? Or did he goof? Either way, Oh! oh, god this feels good...* Katie's left hand slipped against her breast more strongly, pulling on her blouse until a button pulled open. She slipped her hand into the opening and across her other tit, enjoying the sensations. Her right hand grew weary of pressing against fabric, and so it reached up to unfasten her jeans. It took only seconds before it had them undone, and her fingers were now slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. As her middle finger brushed past her clit, she moaned loudly. Her fingers began to work against her slit, slipping against her opening and up to tease her clit. She moaned again in pleasure. Don could barely breathe, watching his sister slide her hand in her pants and move her fingers in unseen ways. Her left hand was sliding back and forth across her chest, and had managed to pull open two more buttons on her blouse, so that he could clearly see her bra-clad tits. He longed to help her, but was deathly afraid of going anywhere near her. Katie's fingers began to slip faster along her slit as her passion increased, and she could feel herself getting closer to release. She moved her hand up, to focus solely on her clit, rubbing it furiously back and forth, then in circles. She knew she was close, could feel it begin to grip her... "Aah!" she cried out, her orgasm washing over her. Unfortunately, the stool she was on was made for piano playing, not orgasms, and when she arched her back and threw her legs out, she could feel the stool tip beneath her. She had no ability to correct for it, and she felt herself begin to fall. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms caught her. She opened her eyes to see her brother staring down at her. He picked her up and moved her over to the bed as the last tremors of her orgasm subsided. Looking up into his concerned face, into those wonderful eyes... She knew then that she couldn't go on hiding herself from him anymore. Don looked at his sister as he cradled her on the bed. With her face coated in sweat, her hair stuck to her scalp, she looked beautiful. She was as beautiful as she had been in Zemlia Nov. "I'm sorry, Katie," he said softly. "That's not what I meant to do, but seeing you sitting there... the image popped into my head before I could stop it." Katie shivered at the thought. *He wanted to see me like that!* She had to be sure, though. "So, you wanted to see me touch myself?" "God, that was incredible!" he whispered hoarsely. She lifted her hand up and ran it over his chest. "Is there anything else you'd like to see?" Her hand continued to travel upward, reaching his neck as he replied. "Katie, I..." Her hand gripped the back of his neck, and pulled his head down. She raised up to meet him, and their lips met again. Katie pressed her lips hotly against his, and moaned softly. She slipped her tongue out and pressed it against his lips until he opened his mouth. Her tongue entered and found its dance partner, waiting for her and eager to play. For long moments, they kissed. Don slipped his lower hand out from beneath her, and used it to support himself as he pushed her back down onto the bed. He finally slipped his remaining hand out from behind her back and used it to caress her hair. They continued to kiss, and Don was growing hard from remembering what they had done together in that faraway land. Finally, Katie let him loose. He pulled back somewhat, with a questioning look on his face. She screwed up her courage, and took a deep breath. "Donny," she said, her voice as soft as velvet, "I love you. I love you in ways I'm not supposed to. I can't control myself anymore, I... I need you. Make love to me, please?" Don grew a little dizzy. Had his spell done so much more than intended? Katie put his fears to rest quickly. "I've thought about you for a long time... like that... and ever since you started going out with Julie, and then Susan... every time I would think about it, I'd get tingles... and... and I just can't stand not having you! Please!" Don wasn't about to resist that plea - not that he'd had much desire to do so in the first place. He smiled gently at his sister, and nodded. She smiled in relief, but then bit her lip in anticipation and nervousness. "It's going to hurt, isn't it?" she asked. "It could," he whispered. "I'll try to be gentle." Don moved down her body, and took off her shoes and socks. He let his hands run along the front of her calves and thighs until he reached the waistband of her jeans. Katie lifted her hips as he tugged on them, and they finally came free, but they pulled her panties with them, because they were so tight. Don shrugged and pulled the panties, too, and in only a few seconds, his sister's lower body was completely exposed to him. He inhaled her fragrance and enjoyed the view. He'd never seen his sister naked in *this* body, after all. Katie saw the look in her brother's eyes, and she felt the same; she wanted him so bad she could taste it. She watched as he removed his own shirt and let it fall to the floor. When he began to undo his pants, she felt a warmth spread between her legs that she'd not felt quite the same way before. She got goose bumps as he pulled the jeans down off his legs, leaving him in just his underwear. Don made her wait for the rest. He moved back to the bed, and leaned over his sister. He leaned down to kiss her again, and his hand undid the remaining buttons on her blouse. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled it open, laying her skin bare to his touch. As his fingers slid across the silky skin of her abdomen, she mewled and shivered. She could feel her body heating up, and she longed for him to go further. Don could feel his sister's tension, and after a little more kissing, he leaned back. She sighed audibly at the loss of his touch, but when he lifted her tenderly by the shoulders, she smiled and came willingly. Once she was sitting up, he pushed her blouse off, and then swatted it off the bed. She rubbed her hands across his chest, feeling the smooth skin there. She tingled as her brother's hands rubbed across her back, obviously heading for the clasp on her bra. When his fingers found and unhooked it, she sighed softly. Don's hands gently pulled the bra off his sister's shoulders. He intentionally looked away, watching it fall to the floor, before turning his eyes back to take in the unobstructed view of her wonderful breasts. He saw the tightness of her nipples, and the flush across her chest. He tenderly pushed her back down onto the bed, and stepped back. Katie could barely control herself as her brother pulled down his briefs. He let them fall, and she could see his hard cock, waiting to do its job and turn her into a woman. She reached out and her nimble fingers encircled it, stroking it very softly. The soft, velvety skin felt wonderful, and the iron-hard muscle underneath made her even wetter than she already was. Katie gently tugged on her brother's cock, urging him to join her on the bed. Don got the idea quickly enough, and he was soon above her. She parted her legs, a look of worried anticipation on her face. What if he didn't like her? What if she wasn't any good? Don looked down at his sister, and saw a wonderful, beautiful goddess. That she would give herself to him as her first... *again*... Don stroked his sister's breast, trying to get her as aroused as he could. She shivered under his touch, and her nipple tightened even more. She was beginning to roll her hips, trying to get his cock inside of her, instead of lying along her slit where it currently rested. "Oh, shit, Donny... I need it..." Don smiled at her lovingly, and repositioned himself so that the head of his cock was pressing against her opening. He tried to hold still, but Katie's hips were having no part of that. She bucked upward, and just that fast, he was inside her. She winced, and he knew that her cherry was busted. Leaning down, he embraced her tenderly, and kissed her face repeatedly. After a few seconds, Katie began to move her hips again. Don pushed himself up to look down at her. "Are you ready? We can wait if it still hurts..." "It didn't hurt that bad. I'll be okay. But I want that," she said, and squeezed her pussy muscles to indicate what *that* was, "to be all the way inside me." Don smiled down at her, and then leaned down to kiss her again. As their tongues once again intertwined, he began to slowly rock his hips back and forth, gently pushing himself further and further into his sister's pussy. She mewled in pleasure at the feel of him Finally, after several wonderfully pleasant strokes, he was fully inside her, and she felt his pubic hair rubbing against her clit. Katie rocked her hips again, insisting he continue. Don consented, sliding his dick out a short ways and then back in, moving in smooth motions that he hoped would be comfortable for her. Katie moaned in pleasure, assuring him she was loving every second of it. Don began to make his strokes longer, sliding nearly his full length out of his sister's cunt and back in. The two continued to kiss as he moved, and Katie wrapped her arms around his back, pulling her upper body against him. He loved the feel of her tits pressed into his chest. His dick twitched as she rubbed herself side to side against him. Katie was in heaven; her brother was making her feel absolutely fabulous, and she was a woman now; *his* woman, as far as she was concerned. She couldn't believe how complete she felt with him inside her. Her body was already on the verge of the largest orgasm of her life. Don could feel the tension in his sister. He knew what that was, and he was glad for it, because he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. He'd wanted this to be good for her, but he was just too excited at the idea of being able to take her virginity twice. The first time didn't even hold a candle to how he felt now. His hips began to move faster, thrusting his dick into her, and causing her to grunt loudly. She was panting and groaning, and so was he, both of them rising to meet their climaxes. When Katie's orgasm hit, she screamed, filling the room with her shouts of passion. As her pussy rippled along his cock, Don had no chance of holding back. He slammed his cock fully into her and froze, his cum bursting forth from his cock. The two groaned and writhed together for a long moment before they were able to come down off their high. As Don rolled them to one side, his cock still buried in his sister, the door to her room burst open. Katie was still too fuzzy to care who it was. Don already knew who it would be. "You... spawn of Satan himself! Get away from our daughter, you demon!" Don looked at his father, who was now red in the face. Jake made to grab for Katie, but the look that crossed Don's face caused him to retreat immediately. "Katie, Honey," Don said very softly, "I think they want us to get up." "Hmm?" Katie was too far out of it yet to be panicked. He knew she would be, shortly. She was beginning to regain her senses already. His cock had slipped from within her, and he rolled to a sitting position. "Get away from my daughter!" April screamed. "I want you out of my house, you... you creature!" "And where do you expect me to go?" Don asked calmly. "We don't care!" Jake screamed. "If you don't leave on your own, we will have the police come and escort you out! You have defiled our only daughter!" "Hey!" Katie screamed, finally aware of what was going on. "He didn't 'defile' anybody! It was my idea! And if that's being defiled, I want to be defiled every night at eight o'clock, please!" Don loved his sister just then, but her sense of humor was lost on their parents. They glared at Don. "You've corrupted her with your evil, but we can save her! You, you will go, you... Devil Bastard!" Katie was up faster than anyone had imagined she could move right then. Her hand swept across and slapped her mother so hard that it left an imprint. "Don't you dare talk about my brother that way! If you kick him out, I'm going with him!" "No!" her mother shouted back. "You can be saved, Katie! Just turn back to Jesus, and - " Katie slapped her mother again. "I'm tired of your bullshit! Either you let Donny stay, or I'm going with him!" "That... *thing* may not stay in my house," Jake snarled. Don stood up, and moved behind Katie, restraining her from anything further. "We'll be gone by the time the sun goes down. Will you let me have my car?" "I don't want anything you've defiled with your... being!" his mother screeched. "Take it," Jake spat. "Okay." The parents left, slamming the door. Katie turned to her brother, her eyes wide with some fear. "Donny... what do we do?" The expression on her face was very familiar to him; he'd seen it many times in Zemlia Nov. Once again, Katie would depend on him. *And you like that, don't you?* He had to admit that he did. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===CHAPTER 8===-- Part 2: Seeking the Dragon Chapter 8 It took the group about an hour to gather up all of the things they needed for their journey. Gaphnia had told them to take what they needed from the castle without concern for Iamor. She'd said, "I'll deal with him later." Don had left Kate to look after packing their clothing items; he didn't have very much in the way of new clothes, and she was better at it, anyway. He was now down in the dining hall, making his way to the kitchen. He could smell dinner cooking, and it was making him hungry. Too bad they weren't staying. "Yarice?" he called out softly, not wanting to startle the woman, especially after his little outburst a few days ago. "C'mon in, Master Don. I was just finishing up." "Smells delicious." "I hope you'll like its taste even more so." "Yarice... we're leaving. Iamor has -" he started. "I know," she said, her mouth turning into a frown. "That bastard never has liked being challenged, and you're just a little too direct for his tastes. Maybe you remind him too much of himself when he was human." Don shrugged at the thought. "Not really important why he wants us gone, but I'm not going to try to fight him... I'm not strong enough. I was wondering if we might... raid a few supplies." Yarice got a twinkle in her eye. "No, you may not." "What?" Don asked, not expecting to be rebuffed. "You can take the food packs I carefully prepared for you, but you may not rummage around in my kitchen, you young whelp." She smiled at him, and he laughed. Stepping forward, he gave her a hug. "What would we have done without you?" "Starve?" she asked lightly. "Probably!" he said with a chuckle. When Don released her, Yarice moved to the back door of the kitchen. "Malmot, could you come here, please?" Don had not had a lot of contact with the large creature that had first led them to Iamor when they'd arrived, and he'd forgotten just how *large* the creature was. "Yes, Miss Yarice?" Malmot said when he entered - and promptly filled - the kitchen. "I want you to help Don take the food I've packed for him and his friends out to their wagon. Can you do that for me?" she asked the creature very sweetly. "Yes, Miss Yarice," Malmot said, shaking his head up and down with a smile. "Thank you," she said. Turning back to Don, she said. "Good luck, Master Don. Your journey is going to be dangerous, and I rather think you're in for more trouble than you expect." "That couldn't possibly happen, Yarice. Not after our trip here." He gave her one last hug, and turned to go. "Wait!" she said, stopping him. He turned to see her pulling something from the oven. "I almost forgot. This isn't *our* dinner, you see. It's yours. I couldn't pack it, because it wasn't done. It looks just about ready." She pulled the pan out of the oven, and slid it into a special sack-like container, before handing it to Don. He noted that the sack didn't let any heat get through. "I know you're not ready to eat yet. You'll want to wait until you're out of the valley, at least. This sack will keep your food warm until you want to eat it. And then you can use it later, for the same purpose." He looked at it in awe. *A Domino's delivery bag, here?* "Surely this is much too valuable to part with, Yarice..." She waved him off. "I have a dozen of them. Losing one is no great hardship, and Gaphnia can make me another one when she has time. You take it, and go, with my best wishes. I've met all of the travelers that come to Ballor. You are the only one who has ever taken the time to be kind to me. Please be careful on your journey, and good luck." "Thank you," he said, bowing, since his hands were now full. "And I hope things get better for you. Maybe Gaphnia will be able to put Iamor in his place soon." Yarice looked at him sideways, but said nothing. "Farewell," Don said, rather formally, but it was one of those occasions. Turning to the creature, he asked, "Are you ready, Malmot?" "Malmot follow. With food." Don nodded at him, and turned, walking out the door. He heard the creature lumbering behind him. *I just hope he doesn't step on me*. Don met Kate and Annie in the main hall. They both shivered a little at the sight of Malmot, but they'd grown a little used to his presence. "Yarice was one step ahead of us. She'd already packed our food." Kate was about to pick up her bags to follow Don, but Malmot shifted the food load he was carrying, and picked up all their bags as well. Kate looked up at him with an uneasy smile. "You not should carry heavy stuff, Miss Katie," Malmot said with a grin. Don turned his head so Kate wouldn't see him snickering. It was clear that Malmot had a crush on her. *Too bad he can't go with us. He'd probably be one hell of a fighter.* The four made their way toward the castle entrance, but were once again stopped by the pink monkey-thing, known as Barry Ur. "Howdy!" "Well, howdy to you, too, Barry," Don said happily. He'd had a few, almost unintelligible, conversations with Barry over the time they were here, and he'd come to realize that, though the creature's speech pattern was almost indecipherable, he was one of the friendliest creatures at Castle Ballor. The only "Barrier" he represented to *anyone* was that he could call Malmot, who would certainly represent more of a threat than Barry did. "You go leave now?" Barry asked brightly. "Yes, Barry. It's time for us to go." "You come back, so I'sa said Howdy?" "We can't. Iamor doesn't want us to come back." "Oh." For once, they saw the monkey-thing frown. "Too bad. Barry likesa say howdy to you!" That, they figured, was as close as he'd come to saying he enjoyed their company. "Thank you," Katie said to him quietly. Barry swung from his tail until he was close enough, and then he grabbed Katie in a light hug. He did the same to Annie, and then to Don. When he was done, he swung back to his usual position. "You beesa careful out there! Goody luck!" With that, Barry popped back up into the ceiling, and was gone. "Well, at least some of the people don't want us to go." Annie said. "Too bad it's not their opinion that matters around here," Don groused. "C'mon, let's get going." ----- The rest of the group was waiting for them out by the stables. The wagon was waiting to finish being loaded. Malmot carried their food right to the wagon, but it appeared to already be full all the way to its lid. "No more room," Malmot said in confusion. Darnell chuckled at him. "There'll be room in just a second, Malmot. Gill, Don, help me with this. Let me show you how this works. The wagon is expandable. The problem with big covered wagons, of course, is that they're seriously top-heavy. But if you make the wagon too small, then there's not enough room. This was our solution to the problem." The wagon had a solid wooden lid on it. On closer inspection, the boys realized that it wasn't actually just a lid; the top piece actually came all the way down the sides, making an inverted "bin" to cover the wagon. "Now, yank the metal pins out of each corner. Susan, you come over here, too. You look strong enough to help, and the boys will need help when they're on the road. Okay, yank the pins." "Susan," Don said, "You take the pins. We'll lift it, and then you can put the pins back in when we're in the right place." Susan nodded at him, and took the pins from him. She went to the other side and took Gill's pins as well. "Okay, just lift together. We used a lighter wood, so it shouldn't be so bad for you, but it is heavy." The two boys nodded to each other, and heaved in unison. Though they nearly gave themselves hernias, the lid didn't budge an inch. "I think it's stuck," Gill said, with a gasp for air. Don pushed on it. The top rattled. "It isn't stuck... but it must weigh five hundred pounds." "How the fuck are we going to lift something that heavy?" Don got a glint in his eye. "The easy way, of course. Susan, be ready with those pins. Give Gill his back. You do my side." He waited for them to be ready, and then outstretched his arms. His fingers splayed, Don closed his eyes and began a chant. It took only a few seconds before the top rattled again, with nobody touching it. Then, slowly, it began to lift. Don opened his eyes. "Okay, guys... I'm carrying all the weight, but I can't position it easily. Just shove it upward until it's in the right place, and slap the pins in. And," he added with a grunt, "If you could hurry, I'd appreciate it." Gill and Susan quickly slid the top piece upward until it was at its highest point. Susan rammed the pins home into their holes, and she heard Gill do the same. "All done, Don," she said. Don exhaled explosively, and the lid creaked slightly, now accepting its weight again. "I hope we don't have to do *that* too often," Don said with a grunt. "You should have had Annie help you," Darnell said. Don shook his head. "It's really hard for two magicians to work together like that. Their mental images have to be *exactly* the same, or they end up fighting each other." He turned to make sure that Malmot was doing all right loading the food. "Hmmm," Darnell replied. "Maybe if she could make use of her psionic skills to read your mind, then the images could be more easily synchronized." Don stopped in his tracks. He turned back to Darnell and said, "I'd never thought of that." Darnell shrugged. "It's a thought for later. Now, let's get this wagon loaded. You don't want to be traveling too long after sunset." Everyone agreed on that particular point. ----- In short order, the wagon was fully packed, and Malmot had said his good-byes and left. The group was now standing together, delaying their inevitable departure. It was at that point that Don saw Paul and Carysta standing in the garden, watching them. "Everyone else, especially you," he said, pointing to Gill, "stay here." Gill bit off his reply, and just nodded. Don headed over to the two, who made no moves as he approached. When Don stopped near them, he said, "May I assume you're not coming with us?" He tried to keep his tone neutral, without accusation or anger, but it was difficult. "No, I think I've had enough of your bullshit," Paul said bitterly. Don saw Carysta squeeze his arm more tightly. He stared at her for a moment, and she stared back, her gaze penetrating... trying... "Stay out of my head, witch," Don snapped. The expression on her face became one of shock. "Yeah, I know how to tell when you're doing it. I also know how to fight it. Don't try that shit again." "You leave her alone," Paul warned. Don turned back to him. "So long as she leaves me alone, I'll leave her alone. I can't say I'm surprised you're not coming. What bothers me is that I also can't say I'm not relieved that you're not coming. I sure as hell don't want to spend this trip with two people trying to kill each other. Bad enough that whatever's out there is going to try to kill us. "I don't know what the fuck's gotten into you lately, but I don't have the time to care, either. It's your life, and if you want to fuck it up, hey, that's your business. Contrary to what you may believe, I don't have anything against you-" "So long as I shut up and do what I'm told, right?" Paul seethed. Don cocked his head sideways and looked at Paul strangely. He decided there really was no answer that Paul would actually believe. He straightened up. "Good luck, Paul." "Fuck off." Don nodded in understanding, though he, in truth, had none. He turned and walked back to the group. He could feel the gaze of the other two watching him: one he sensed was downright hatred. The other seemed to be apathy. What bothered him was that he couldn't tell who was who. "Not coming?" Julie asked. "No. I'm sorry." "I'm not," Gill said. "Gill. Drop it." Gill nodded. Julie wiped a tear away, and Annie gave her a hug to show support. Don saw it all, but he was actually relieved. As much as he liked Paul and considered him a friend, he knew that his presence on this trip would be nothing but pure hell. He'd had to ask for Julie's sake, but he was just as happy that Paul was staying behind. *But what will I tell his parents if we get out of here without him?* That issue would have to wait until later. At that point, Darnell spoke up. "It occurs to me that we need to get some horses so you can get this show on the road. That sun isn't standing still, you know." "Don't I know it." Just then, they heard a heavy set of footsteps. They turned to see a small girl they'd not met before... but she was riding the biggest horse any of them could possibly imagine. They thought that an elephant could not have been a whole lot larger... but this animal had agility, speed, and intelligence. It was clear on the animal's face. "Ah, Dreanna. Just in time." As the horses approached, most of the group took unsteady steps backward, away from the animals. Kate was cringing behind Don; she'd had an accident on a horse when she was six, and that had been a *small* horse. These creatures were enormous. Dreanna stopped the horses next to the wagon, and she slid down off the one she was riding. It was amazing to the others she didn't break her neck; the horse was nearly twice her height. She reached up, and the animal bent its head so that she could pat it softly. The one person in Don's group who was not showing outright fear was Susan. She stepped gingerly up to the animal standing next to Dreanna. "What's its name?" Susan asked quietly. "This is Whirlwind. That one is Nightmare. Don't let her name fool you; it comes from her birth, not her personality. And that one is Jeremy." "Jeremy?" Gill asked incredulously. Dreanna stared him down. "Yes, Jeremy. You have a problem with my names?" Gill blushed, and put up his hands defensively. "No, no... just fine, just fine." The rest of the group laughed at him. Susan grabbed the reins of Whirlwind, and stuck her foot into the strap that hung below the stirrup. The horse was far too large to mount in anything like a normal manner. The process seemed more like climbing a mountain. Finally, Susan was on the animal, who shifted slightly at the strange rider on its back, but didn't fidget more than that. Susan leaned down and stroked the animal's neck, receiving a guttural sound for her affections. She sat back up, and looked down at the others. She was staring at the tops of their heads. "Gill, are we leaving now?" she asked in a very submissive tone. "Uh... yeah, in a minute, Suse." Looking to Don, he said, "That's a big fuckin' horse." Don could feel Kate nod and shiver behind him. "I know. Katie," he said, turning to her. "You can ride with me, or you can fly ahead of us. I don't know how long you can go without getting tired, but I know you hate horses." "I'll... be okay. I guess," she said, walking up to Jeremy. The horse looked down at her with the strangest eyes she'd ever seen. She'd never even *heard* of a horse with blue eyes before. Jeremy stared at her for a moment, and then the mammoth beast knelt down. Its head was now just at Kate's eye level, and it stared at her. She smiled wanly, and the animal bowed its head. It was clear that he was waiting for her to get on. Slowly, very unsteadily, Kate walked along the horse's body, always keeping her hand on his side. When she got to the saddle, she jumped, and used her wings to land softly on the animal's back. Jeremy actually turned to see if she was in place before he stood back up. Katie grew pale, but she managed. Annie was also shivering at the thought of riding such a large creature. Don walked over to her. "Are you going to be okay?" She shook her head. "I'm afraid of horses, *and* afraid of heights. Do you have a Shetland Pony I could ride?" The others chuckled, and she smiled at her self-effacing comment. "Sorry, Annie," he said to her quietly. "Julie can help calm your nerves. Unless..." he let his thought trail off. "Unless what?" she asked, wondering if he was thinking what she hoped he was thinking. "Unless you'd rather I rode with you, until you get used to it." She nearly fainted. "Oh, would you, please?" Don nodded. He went back to tell Kate, but it was clear she'd already heard. She just smiled at him and winked. Julie climbed onto Jeremy while the animal stood stock-still. Gill had already joined Susan on her horse, and they were all waiting now. Darnell had hooked the wagon up to Nightmare, the horse that Don and Annie would be riding. Darnell gave them all a final salute, and he marched off. "Not much on good-byes, I guess," Don said to nobody in particular. "This is hard on all of us," Gaphnia said. She startled Don, because he'd not known she was right behind him. "We've grown attached to you over the short time you've been here. It saddens me that you have to go, and it sickens me more that I have to say, I hope to never see you again. Good luck on your journey, and I hope you find Vernior." "The map you gave me is very clear. Thank you for everything." Don paused only a beat before he stepped close, and hugged her. Gaphnia embraced him in return, and her grip was clearly growing stronger. When they separated, Don said, "And good luck to you, on beating Iamor. That bastard needs a hard lesson." Gaphnia nodded, but she said nothing. Turning, Don walked to Nightmare. He put his foot in the strap, and made his way onto the horse. He reached down for Annie, and he could see the fear in her eyes. He smiled at her encouragingly, and she finally got her foot into the strap. Nightmare could have been a statue for all he moved while Annie made her way, with Don's help, into the saddle in front of him. He put his arms around her and grabbed the reins. She settled back against him slightly, and let out a very soft sigh. "You smell nice," Don whispered in her ear, both because she did, and to take her mind off her fears. She grinned at the sky, but said nothing. "Good luck to you all!" Gaphnia called out one last time before she, too, turned and made her way back to the castle. Don looked around, and knew that everyone else was waiting for his instructions. "Katie, you take the lead. Gill, you bring up the rear. We'll keep the wagon in the middle, in case of trouble. Whenever you're ready, Sis." Katie nodded to him, and turned, dipping her head to say something to the horse. The animal, known as a Moonsailer Horse, dipped its head in reply, nickered, and began a slow trot to the south. "On our way," Don sighed to himself. "Will we make it home, you think?" Annie asked him softly. "I didn't come this far to screw up now," he half-answered her. *I really wish I knew the answer to your question, Annie. But right now, I'll settle for getting the hell out of this valley.* ----- Getting out of the valley turned out to be trickier than it should have been. There was only one pass through the rocky terrain surrounding the castle's meadow. It turned out to be strewn with rocks and boulders. Some of them were big enough that the horses could not make it past them, so they had to be moved. It took four hours to clear the path wide enough so that the horses and the wagon could make it into the grasslands beyond. They had traveled north from their arrival point in Zemlia Nov to reach Castle Ballor, and they were now heading south again, though it was more southwest than due south. The three horses, each with two riders, traveled at an easy trot, moving through the grasslands carefully but as quickly as possible. They all knew that Dan Gelmer would find them if they stayed out here too long. There was also the issue of whether or not Denonia would cause them trouble, since she still believed them to be allies of her brother. The only magician in the castle that Don was still willing to call an ally was Gaphnia, but it was clear that she didn't like Denonia, either, so that was, perhaps, not of any real comfort. Even after the sun set, the team rode on in the dark. It was clear why these horses were called Moonsailers; they could see quite well by the light of the waning moon, and their silver manes shone brightly in the moonlight. Their dark bodies thundered along, moving with the ease of animals accustomed to heavy burden, and enjoying the light work they had to do now. What suddenly bothered Don was how he was going to return the animals to the castle. *Assuming I have any choice in the matter.* ----- It was several hours after nightfall when the group finally stopped to rest. Annie didn't make any move to get off the horse when they stopped, however. "You plan on sleeping up here?" Don asked her jokingly. "I like it here," she said, settling back against him. Don responded by wrapping his arms around her. She smiled into the darkness, laying her head back against his shoulder. They both looked up at the stars for a few moments, until their reverie was broken by Gill. "You wanna come down here and get our dinner out, Don? No one else knows where you packed it." Annie moved away from Don reluctantly, and he held her hand as she descended from the horse. He saw her quickly move away from the animal. It was obvious that she was still not comfortable around the beast. Don had grown used to Nightmare, and he patted the horse's neck before he slipped down out of the saddle to the ground. The horse waited while he freed it from the wagon, and then it immediately moved off to the small patch of still-green grass where the other two horses had begun grazing. Don lowered the gate on the wagon, and reached in for the bag that contained their dinner. He was surprised when he opened it that it was still quite warm, even though they'd been traveling for what seemed endless hours. "Do I need to heat that up?" Julie asked quietly. He jumped slightly, as he had not heard her behind him. Seeing what she had done, she said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He smiled as he turned to her. "Don't worry about it. And I think we can probably eat this as is. It's still pretty warm." He handed her the pan, and she nodded. Julie liked cooking, and she had taken it upon herself to be the group's cook, since, in her own words, "I ain't good for nothin' else." Don next went over to Katie, who was watching the horses, but from a good distance away. He made sure she was aware of his approach before he touched her, rubbing his hands across her shoulders, and then moving them down around her waist to hold her to him, much as he had done earlier with Annie. "How are you doing?" he asked quietly. No one wanted to make too much noise out here on the plains. "Scared again," she answered, her voice quavering. "We're not safe here, are we?" "No," he told her honestly. "I don't think we'll be safe again until we get home." "What if we don't?" she said, her voice rising. "What if we never get home?" Don turned her so that he could hug her properly. She buried her face in his chest, and began crying. Annie started to come over, but Don's look warned her away. This was obviously a brother-sister moment. After a few moments, Don pulled his sister back, and put his finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "I promise, Sis. We'll get home." He leaned in and kissed her. What started as an act of support and encouragement quickly became one of passion, and the two kissed feverishly. The heightened emotional state they felt was evidencing itself in a manner they were more comfortable with, and they kissed for several minutes before finally breaking apart. Breathless, Don smiled at his sister. He said, "I think we'd better go get dinner, before we.... Uh... lose track of time." Kate blushed, but nodded. She held his hand tightly as they moved back to the fire together. Don noticed that the hesitancy of the initial nights in the woods when they had arrived was completely gone. Gill and Susan were sitting side by side, talking and whispering to each other, and Gill occasionally ran his hand along her back, which caused her to stop and smile at him. Julie and Annie sat together, talking quietly to each other, and huddling together. Don wondered if there was more there than he knew about, but decided it didn't really matter. As for Don, he was content to sit by Katie. Actually, he was now sitting behind her, and she was leaning against him. The dinner that Yarice had made for them was wonderful, and they took their time enjoying it, knowing that they wouldn't have food that good for quite a while, since they had little in the way of cooking utensils out here in the wild. After dinner, Don stretched, but didn't move from his spot. He held onto Katie, who had also finished her meal. Katie stirred, turning in his arms until she could lay her head on his shoulder and look up at him. He leaned down to kiss her again, and she came to him readily. After what seemed like several minutes, the couple came up for a breath. Don took a nervous look around, to see if the others were staring at them. He was surprised to find that the other four had moved off. He saw the barest hint of Julie and Annie off in the distance, and he saw Susan and Gill over by the horses, until they ducked down behind one which had knelt on the ground to rest. It didn't take long for him to realize what was going on; the rest of the group had the same idea that Don and Kate did, and they'd mainly needed someone to jumpstart things. Don was only mildly surprised about Julie and Annie, but he was happy that the two had each other to turn to for emotional comfort. That was Don's last frivolous thought before returning his attention to his beautiful sister. Don pulled Katie more tightly against himself, and she came willingly, wrapping her arms around his neck and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. As they kissed, Don slipped his hands down onto her new skirt and found the fastener. As he was about to undo it, Katie stopped him. Without breaking their kiss, she lifted the skirt material out of the way, and took his hand, planting it on her pussy, which was not covered with any underwear. Katie groaned as Don slipped his hand against her already-wet cunt. His other hand continued to caress her back, pulling her tightly against him. Finally, she broke their kiss. "Make love to me, Donny." He nodded to her, and she slipped her hands down to unfasten his robe. Getting his dick free from the Novian underwear was difficult with him sitting, but she managed it. Her eyes glistened at the sight of his hard dick. Lifting her hips, she positioned him at her opening, and slid down onto his cock. She sighed at the sensation of being penetrated, and smiled warmly at her brother. ----- Over by the horses, Susan pulled Gill down to the ground. The two rolled in the grass together, kissing and fondling each other. Gill ran his tongue along Susan's lips until she opened her mouth, admitting his tongue to join its playmate. For many minutes, the two kissed hotly in this manner, until they had to come up for air. "Boy," Gill said breathlessly, "You're sure hot tonight. What's gotten into you? Not that I mind," he added with a wicked grin. "Horse riding always does this to me," she said by way of explanation. She was now on top of him, and she held him down as she sat up. She moved off him so that she could take hold of his pants. With his help, she got his pants and underwear down off his hips. She licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come. Leaning down, she lightly grasped his shaft and began to lick his cock in long, smooth strokes. Gill groaned at the feel of it. Susan continued to massage his dick with her tongue and hand, while her other hand did its best to pull her own pants off. When Gill saw this, he reached over and helped her, getting her pants below her knees. At that point, Gill maneuvered until he was beneath her, staring up at her wondrous cunt. At that moment, Susan wrapped her lips around the head of his dick. Gill inhaled sharply at the pleasant sensation. For just a moment, he allowed himself to be lost in the ecstasy, but then he returned to the matter at hand. Reaching up, Gill pulled Susan's hips downward, bringing her pussy within reach of his waiting tongue. He licked at her outer lips, and she groaned, sending vibrations along his cock, which caused him to groan, completing the circle. The two moved quickly, his tongue flitting across her pussy lips, and her mouth bobbing on his cock. It wasn't long before they were both nearing release, and they increased their pace to try to come together. In moments, the two erupted. Susan squirmed and twisted above her brother, who was shooting his spunk deep into her throat. She swallowed with pleasure each spurt of his cum. For Gill's part, he lapped hungrily at his sister's juices, enjoying the moment immensely. ----- A slight distance from the other two couples, Annie and Julie sat together, leaning against a large rock and staring up at the sky. They were huddled together, and occasionally one or the other would lean over, and they would kiss for a while. Neither of them felt the need for sex this evening, though if one of the boys had asked, they would have jumped at the chance. They had decided that someone needed to pay attention in case something bad came along. "They sound like they're having fun," Julie said wistfully. "Yeah," Annie said with a sigh. "How well do you know Don?" "Well, I mean, I see him a lot, because us girls hang out together, but really *know* him, I'm not sure. Why?" Annie hesitated before she said, "I think I'm falling in love with him, but I don't really know if he feels the same way or not. He's kind of hard to read." Julie nodded. "He's quiet. He always has been." "Do you think...?" "I don't know, Annie. I can ask Katie to find out for you, if you want me to..." "I'd be too embarrassed that he knew how I feel!" "Katie knows how to be discreet. Heck, whenever we want to ask something of one of the guys, we always ask his sister. It's just easier that way." "I don't know. Let me think about it." "Okay. But it's probably the only way you're going to know for sure, unless you ask him yourself. He's probably not going to come onto you, no matter how he feels." "Why?" Annie asked, a little tearfully. "He's just too shy. Katie told me how reluctant he was even to be with *her*, and he's known her for all her life!" Annie sighed. "I suppose that's true. I need to think about it." "No problem." Julie leaned over and gave her friend a kiss, to help ease her pains. Annie returned the kiss, and the two began to neck once more. ----- Don was in paradise. Katie was slowly moving up and down on his cock, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body. He was lying down, letting her do the work, as she'd asked him to. He reached up and gently caressed her tits through her shirt. She sighed, enjoying the feel of her brother's hands on her body. By mutual consent, their pace quickened, but they didn't rush. Tonight was not a night for frenzy, but a night for lovingly sharing. Kate mewled as she began to ride his dick a little faster, and Don's hips began to move, pushing back up at her as she came down. The feeling was wonderful, and she didn't think she could hold out much longer. Don was certain that he couldn't withstand more, though. He pushed himself to a sitting position, wrapping his arms lightly around his sister. The two began to kiss as they continued to move against each other. It was a little awkward, but they were so caught up in the emotion, they could not have cared less. It was only a little while before Don could not take any more, and pulled Katie all the way down onto his dick, blowing his load deep inside her. The feel of it sent Kate over the edge, and she, too, came, crying out in her pleasure. The two remained locked together for some minutes, unmoving, lost together in their own world of love. ----- Gill rammed into Susan again and again. After he'd recovered from her outstanding blowjob, he'd flipped her onto her back, and slipped his dick inside her. Susan wrapped her legs around him, to pull him further into her, and she grunted in joy. "Yes, oh, God, yes, fuck me, Gill!" she cried. For his part, Gill slammed into her faster and harder, thrusting for all he was worth. Susan began to buck beneath him, and he knew she was on the very edge of her orgasm. He reached over with one hand and began to twist her nipple. A blinding wave of passion overcame Susan, and she screamed out in orgasm. Her body bucked and thrashed beneath her brother, who continued ramming into her until he, himself, began his own climax. The feel of Gill's seed splashing inside her cunt caused Susan to ride even higher, crying out and twisting until she lost her senses and could only grunt and buck her hips at him. It was several moments before the two were able to calm down from their peak. Gill slipped out of his sister's twat, and lay down beside her in the grass. He pulled her to him, and she turned, allowing him to embrace her fully. The two kissed softly for some minutes before they truly settled from their encounter. "I love you, Gill," Susan said after a long moment of comfortable silence. "I love you, too," he said, meaning it. ----- After a while, the group came back together. There were a few sheepish grins shared among them, but everyone understood the reasoning; for the moment, they still seemed to be relatively safe. Since that could change at any time, they had each taken the opportunity to relieve a little stress. Once the group was gathered around the fire once more, Don said, "Looks like it's just you and me, Gill. You want first watch, or second?" Before Gill could answer, Julie spoke up. "Why can't the rest of us stand watch?" Don looked at her as if she'd just sprouted antennae. The thought had never even *occurred* to him that they might. Annie looked at him and chuckled. "She's right, you know. We're just as capable of standing watch as you are." Gill said, "But, Julie, you don't really have any way to defend yourself..." "You think my scream isn't going to wake you guys up?" she said with a smile. "All I've got to do is see it coming, right? You guys can beat it up when it gets here." The group laughed. Gill said, "If we're going to do that, then I'd suggest that we stand watch in pairs." Don asked, "Why?" "When we were standing watch before, I noticed it was kind of hard to stay awake at times. A little easier if you have someone to talk with, and to keep you awake." "Okay, so, three teams? Or should we just rotate it around?" "I think it would be best if we stuck to the pairs we're in now." Gill looked rather pointedly between Don and Katie. Don got the message, and knew that Gill was right; Katie was in no shape to be without Don at night, now that they were out here in the wilderness again. "So, who wants first watch? Katie and I will take second watch tonight." "We'll do it," Annie said. "You four look... uh.... 'tired'." The group chuckled slightly at that. "Thanks. See you in five hours." "Um... Don?" Annie said. "Yeah?" "How do I know when five hours is up?" Stifling a yawn, Don nodded, and chanted a little spell. A small orb of light settled onto the ground, glowing dimly. "Remind me to teach you that trick tomorrow. When the orb fades, five hours is up." "Gotcha. Thanks." He nodded, and snuggled down next to his sister to get some sleep. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... The morning came soon enough on the grasslands. The four who were awake moved around very quietly to allow Annie and Julie to get their final measure of sleep. In due course, it was necessary to wake them. Don went over to them both, and knelt down, lightly shaking their shoulders. Julie rolled over and grumbled without being fully awake, but Annie snapped her eyes open, and sat up quickly. It took her a second to realize who had awakened her, and the adrenaline rush had her shaking like a leaf. Seeing her fright, Don moved closer to her, and hugged her. She grasped at him, seeking the comfort that he provided. They held each other for some time, until Annie finally calmed down from her fright. "I don't like it out here," she said in a weak, small voice. "Neither do I. We'll be okay." He tried to put as much conviction into his voice as possible. She smiled weakly at him. Don, not sure if he should or not, leaned in. Annie tilted her head up to meet him, and they kissed tenderly. She embraced him again, but more softly this time. Their kiss was long and heartfelt. When they finally parted, Annie smiled more readily at him. "Thanks," she whispered. "Any time," he answered with a smile. Turning to Julie, he smacked her on the shoulder. "Jules! Get your cute butt out of bed!" Julie finally rolled back over and opened her eyes. She looked up at him, and half-smiled. "Time to get up already?" "Yeah. Sorry. You guys can have tomorrow night off of guard duty. C'mon, we've gotta get moving soon. Breakfast is waiting." ----- It wasn't long before they were back on the horses and on their way. Once again, Don was riding with Annie, though he kept his sister in sight. He held onto the young woman snugly, and she was settled back against him. "I could get used to this," she said quietly. "Used to what?" he asked. "Having you hold onto me like that," she replied. He smiled, and squeezed her a bit before returning to his previous grip. "Have I told you how pretty you are?" he asked. "Not in the last ten minutes," she said, fishing for the compliment. Melodramatically, he began, "Your hair is the fire of an autumn sunset, your eyes are the purest jade..." He didn't get any further before she began laughing. When she settled down, he said, "You are beautiful, you know." He saw her blush. "Thank you," she said quietly, her eyes gazing out at the grasslands. Changing the subject a little, he said, "You *do* understand why Katie and I have to stay together at night, right?" She frowned slightly. "Not really, but I didn't figure it was my business." He squeezed her again. "I'm making it your business. As scared as you might be here, Katie was terrified when we first got here. I mean, not only was she thrown into this really strange place, but she got changed into an Elfling. I still don't think she's fully accepted it yet, and being back out here in the wild, well... She's scared again, big time. And I have to look out for my sister. I know you want us to spend some time together, but..." She took his hand. "Okay, I understand. You're right; at least I have Julie to keep me company, but you're all Katie has." Not able to resist asking, Don said, "Just how well does Julie keep you company?" Annie blushed crimson, but gave no answer. ----- The day wore on in one monotonous roll of grassland until well after lunch, when the land turned upward, and became more rocky. It was slower going, as the trail they were now on was barely wide enough for the wagon. On one side of them was a heavy stand of trees, too thick to move the horses through, and on the other side was a steep drop-off, lined with trees and boulders. They moved carefully, but Don was concerned; if they were attacked by anything more menacing than a rabbit here, they were in trouble. As they reached a bend in the trail, Don's fears were manifested. In a flash, Dan Gelmer came soaring around the curve. It was obvious that he had been lying in wait for them. Katie screamed and rolled off Whirlwind. Julie jumped as well, and Dan Gelmer plowed into the horse, decapitating it with a vicious swipe of his claws. Don was about to toss Annie off Nightmare when the body of Whirlwind slammed into his horse. Nightmare reared up, tossing both its riders off. Annie and Don were both thrown clear of the horse. Don hit his back on the wagon, and he saw Annie hit her head. He reached out for her, but could not catch her as they both rolled off the wagon... And over the edge of the cliff. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...

--===CHAPTER 11===-- Chapter 11 Don followed quietly behind Neiela, who walked past the guards without a word. The guard at the door opened it for them, allowing them to enter the rough stone building unimpeded. The interior of the building was lit by an ethereal glow that Don could not locate; it seemed to emanate from the very air, yet it didn't cloud his vision. He stepped carefully, as the stone floor was rough and uneven. Neiela led him to a long, winding stairway that descended, and headed down into the recesses of the building. He knew they were going below ground level, but how far was a mystery to him. The stairway curved in a wide spiral, and he couldn't see its bottom as he followed behind the Elf Queen. By the time they reached the bottom of the stairwell, Don estimated they were a solid fifty feet below the building they had entered. They stood before a door with an ornate design on it. Neiela softly spoke some words, and the door clicked, and then creaked open slightly. She pushed on it, to open it wide, and then they entered a massive room. The glow was more brilliant in here, and Don saw glints of light off crystalline objects set into the walls. "This is the Chamber of Eyes," Neiela said quietly. "In here rests the source of Elfin magic. By taking the Elf-crystal, the thief stole from us our ability to have any control over the magic, and it has been lost to us." "Why weren't you actively looking for the Elf-crystal?" Don wanted to know. "I was. No other Elf could have held it outside of this room. Of course, when I was captured, my search stopped." "Oh. Now what do we do?" "Give me the crystal." Don pulled the pouch out of his robe, and dumped the crystal into his hand. Here, in this room, the crystal glowed far more brightly, and he couldn't even look at it while he held it. He reached out and found Neiela's hand, and placed the crystal into her grasp. As soon as Don's hand left the crystal, its light dimmed. It still glowed, but not nearly so brightly. Don was surprised by that, but it didn't seem to faze Neiela at all. She held the crystal tightly as she walked to the far side of the room. She walked up a short set of stairs, and stood before a fixture that stood on a pedestal, away from the wall. He heard her utter some words, but couldn't make any of them out. She reached out and affixed the Elf-crystal to the fixture. Immediately, the light suffusing the room grew intensely bright for several seconds. Don had to close his eyes to avoid being blinded. He could feel the light dim, and he opened his eyes to see it shifting colors, through all the hues of the rainbow. Each of the glints of light he had seen now glowed brilliantly, and it was clear why this was called the Chamber of Eyes. Though they were mere crystals, each one seemed to be pointed directly at him, as if it was peering deep into his soul. Neiela remained by the pedestal, only now she was kneeling, almost as if in prayer. Don noticed that the light from the crystals flowed upward, forming an almost-tangible river, and then continuing up, until it entered a shaft that led upward. Don could sense that the light was making it to the surface. After a full minute, the light dimmed, returning to its previous calm shade of light blue. Neiela stepped down off the pedestal, and came back to him. "The Chamber wishes to speak with me alone. You must wait outside, at the bottom of the stairs." Don nodded, and walked out the door. The door closed behind him without Neiela's help. He went and sat on one of the bottom steps to wait for her. It wasn't long before Neiela came out of the chamber. She motioned for them to leave, and he followed her. "Neiela, how did the thief manage to steal the Elf-crystal, all the way down here?" "Once a year, the crystal is brought to the surface for a ceremony. The ceremony must take place in the noon sunlight. The thief managed to steal it from us at that time." "Oh." "It has happened before. It is a time of weakness for the Elves. Usually, we are able to protect ourselves, but occasionally, bad things happen during this time." They made it to the top of the stairs, and then they walked outside. Don nearly stumbled, and could not breathe, as he looked around at what the city of Sheridan had been transformed into. All around him, there were buildings of the finest architecture, rising to the sky some thirty feet. All were highly decorated and glistening with the hand of magic. "My god," he said in awe. "Yes, it is brilliant. Of course, it's all an illusion, but an illusion so real you'd never be able to tell the difference. Even magicians can't tell." The two walked in awe down the street, moving toward the largest building in the city, which now was very clearly a palace of lavish decoration. The building had gilded columns and shone with highly polished marble and granite. Neiela motioned him to follow her inside, which he did. Rather than heading to the throne room, Neiela walked Don back to the kitchen, where the staff snapped to attention as she entered. She nodded at them and said, "We'd like some lunch, please." "Yes, Your Highness," the kitchen staff said in unison. The two went over and sat at the small table. Don got the impression she ate in here a lot; the staff didn't seem all that nervous to have her here. "I should tell you that the Chamber said thank you. Its magic is a living thing, and it felt incomplete without the final Elf-crystal in place." "Well, it, and you, are welcome, though I must say we more or less stumbled across it." "How did you find it?" she asked. Don's explanation of their little adventure took until the staff had served lunch. The staff departed to the other side of the room, to give them privacy, but be close enough if needed. "Dan-Gelmer sounds very angry at you. Of course, easing his brother's suffering would make you his enemy. I'm surprised he hasn't been more active in coming after you." "I am, too, but I'm rather thankful for it." "Well, you still need to leave Zemlia Nov quickly. When you are gone, you won't have to worry about him anymore." "But what about the rest of you?" "We have had to deal with Dan-Gelmer for hundreds of years. I'm sure we will manage." "True, I suppose. Of course, I have no idea how long it will take us to get out of here. We don't really know where to go." "You must travel to the Siratis Gates. You'll find Vernior there." "How do you know that? I was told that no Elf had ever seen Vernior." "I haven't. The Chamber told me. It is... a reward, to you, for helping it." "Oh. Where are these Siratis Gates? Is it far from here?" "No, but it will be a dangerous journey, and it will take you through some very unpleasant country. And it is Denonia's domain." "Where isn't?" Don groused. "True enough. She is becoming more and more powerful. I dare say that you will be fortunate to reach the Siratis Gates. Could you not... stay, in Sheridan, or elsewhere in Zemlia Nov?" Don shook his head. "I've only been able to keep everyone going because they know we're going *home*. Gill would kill me if he thought I wasn't going to lead them home. Not literally, of course," he added hastily at the look on her face. "The others... would be just as upset. I dare say they'd run off without me, and try to make it home anyway. I can't let them go alone. I'm not sure how much help I'll be, but if we die, we die together." Neiela nodded. "You are very loyal to your friends. You are a good magician, Don. Use your strengths, and you will make it out of here. I only regret that we won't be able to see each other again." Don reached out and took her hand. "I'm sure there's a nice Elf prince out there just waiting to make your life happy." Neiela smiled at him, but said nothing. They finished their lunch in silence. ----- Around mid-afternoon, the group was summoned to the palace. Don had been glad to be reunited with his sister, and with Annie, and he was glad to see that Julie was also beginning to have a little confidence in herself. He wondered if Annie had something to do with that, but he wasn't going to disparage any good thing on this trip. The six walked into the palace, and were escorted directly into the throne room, which was now one of the most elegant rooms that Don had ever seen in person. The six walked in a two-up, four-back posture, with Don and Gill leading the girls, who had automatically fallen in behind them. As they approached the queen, Don looked over at Gill with a questioning glance. Gill nodded very slightly in answer. The pair, reaching the bottom of the steps up to the throne, immediately dropped to one knee, bowing before the queen. There was something of a stir in the room; it was apparently not common for Humans to bow before an Elf. They heard the chuckle of amusement in Neiela's voice when she spoke, however. "You may rise." As both teens rose from their kneeling posture, she said, "It has been a very long time since Humans and Elves have worked together in any meaningful way. When we took Zemlia Nov under our protection, the Humans were happy about it, with few exceptions. After the immediate danger passed, the Humans grew restless, and were less and less inclined to listen to our advice. "Since we are not a warrior race, and were thus not willing to enforce our will upon others, the treaty between the Humans and the Elves fell into disuse. Since those times, we and they have not cooperated. "The actions of these outsiders, who come to us from another land, teach us that there is still hope for the relations between our kind and theirs. These Humans have returned to us the Elf-crystal, and the use of magic." "Not to mention our queen!" someone in the room shouted, to a resounding cheer. Neiela blushed, as it was not part of her prepared speech. She waited for the cheer to die down before continuing. "For all they have done for us, it is only appropriate that we repay them in kind. Don White, Gill of the Blade, what do you request of us, in gratitude for your service to the Elfin Kingdom?" Both of the boys were amused that Neiela refused to attempt to pronounce Gill's last name, Stelwicht. A silent thought traveled between them, and Gill nodded agreement. "Your Majesty," Don began, "service is its own reward. We are glad that we were able to help, and honored to be of service to the queen. All we ask are some supplies and perhaps the loan of some transportation." Queen Neiela nodded, having expected their request. She was glad she had judged Don correctly. "The supplies you need, you will have. We cannot, I'm afraid, provide you with transport. The only pack animals we possess are the wolves, and you are all much too large to ride them. Perhaps the nearby village of Sinclair, a Human village, would have the horses you would need to continue your journey. We may be able to provide you with some items with which to barter such transport." "Thank you, Your Majesty. That would be... most kind," Don said, awkwardly. He wasn't used to this formal dialogue, and would have been just as happy to have foregone this little ceremony. The queen then got up from her throne and walked toward them. Standing two steps above him, and thus nearly equaling his height, she leaned over and kissed him once on each cheek. She then bowed slightly to both him and Gill, before motioning them to turn to face the audience, at which point a loud cheer erupted in the hall. ----- After the ceremony, Gill and Don got together to discuss what supplies they would need. Having decided that, Don left Gill to gather them, while he and Katie traveled to Sinclair to check on getting some horses. The walk took them an hour and a half, and it was beginning to get dark when they arrived. As they walked along the market street of Sinclair, they could sense that people were whispering about them. Don figured it was Katie they were surprised by, or maybe the fact that she was in the company of a Human. Either way, it wasn't important to him unless it caused them grief. He needed to find someone who could rent or sell them horses. Finally, they came to the stables. A tall man with long black hair was brushing one of the animals when they arrived. "Excuse me," Don said to the man. The tall man turned around, and his eyes widened at the sight of Katie. Still, it would have been impolite for him to comment, so he tried to focus on Don. "Yes, sir, what can I do for you?" "We need three horses, strong and fast as you've got." "I have the horses you need. They do not come cheaply." "I thought as much. What would be their cost? While I may not have anything with me to barter at the moment, I can get it." "I see. Can I ask, is she a real Silver Elf?" Don cocked an eyebrow at him, and then looked at his sister. "This is Katie. She's my sister. She's an Elfling." "An Elfling, you say? That is astonishing." The man stood for a long moment in thought, then he leaned forward. "My name is Tibob. Maybe you and I could talk privately for a moment?" Don motioned for his sister to wait with the horses while he and Tibob moved toward the back of the stable. "It is said, and I believe, that the hair of a Silver Elf is magical, and that a Silver Elfling can do wondrous things. For a sample of your sister's hair, you can have the three horses you want." Don was surprised, but took only a second to consider. "I don't see as that's a problem. I'm sure she wouldn't mind a haircut..." Don saw an embarrassed look on the man's face. "What?" "It... must be... her nether hair. The hair on her head is only useful to her. It is her nether hair which can help others." It took Don a second to translate 'nether hair' into 'pubic hair'. His eyebrows arched in surprise. "I know it may be an odd thing to have to request of your own sister..." A smile spread across Don's face. "You'd be surprised. Is there any ritual necessary to collecting the hair?" "Only a special lotion you should use to perform the removal. If you will wait here, I will retrieve it from the apothecary." "I'll wait out with my sister." "As you wish." Don headed back out to wait with Katie. She had a questioning look on her face, but Don waved her off for the moment. They waited in silence while the man ran the errand. In a few minutes, he was back. "This is what you need. When you have what I require, you may have the horses." "Is there an inn here?" Don asked. Tibob pointed down and across the street. "There. I dare say you will find their rates quite reasonable." "Thank you. We will see you in the morning." "Very well. Good day to you." "And to you." Turning to his sister, he said, "C'mon. We need to get a room. Crap, I thought that guy was going to break out in 'thee's and 'thou's." "What about the horses?" "I'll tell you later. You hungry?" "Starving." "Then we should eat, which we can do at the inn." ----- The two shared a good meal of pork and vegetables and bread together. It was very pleasant, and it was the first time they had ever eaten alone, without the others around. It allowed them to just relax and be together. They chatted about not much; Katie told him about the things that had happened while he was gone from Sheridan, and Don related to her the story of his trip. They avoided discussing the future, since neither of them really had any idea about what was to come. After dinner, they returned to their room. They had explained to the innkeeper that they only had enough money for a single room, which took care of the need to explain their relationship to him. He had merely grunted and shown them to their quarters. Now, alone in the room, Katie stretched, trying to relax and ease some of the tension in her body. Don enjoyed the view as she raised her arms high above her head, which pulled her breasts up and pushed them tight against her shirt. He walked over to her and ran his hand along her bare midriff, leaning in to kiss her on the neck. Katie mewled, and then wrapped her arms around her brother tightly. She loved the feel of him against her. The two remained like that for a few minutes, with Don's lips wandering over her neck and cheek, making their way up to her earlobe and sucking on it. Katie was writhing against him by now, and it was clear what she wanted. He figured now would be a good time to discuss their payment for the horses, since she would probably agree to anything at this point. "Katie," Don said, stepping just slightly away from her, "we need to talk. In order to pay for the horses... we have to give him some of your pubic hair." "What?" she said, shocked. "It supposedly has some magical properties. Don't ask me what they are, but he said if we gave him your pubic hair, he'd give us the horses." "I'm *not* letting him shave me, dammit!" Don shook his head. "He won't. I will." Katie's look changed at that. Having her own brother shave her private parts... she got chills just considering the idea. She ran her hand along his chest and said, "You'll be gentle?" "I promise," he said with a smile, knowing he'd just won. Of course, he knew what she'd demand afterward, and he was fully ready to pay *that* price. "I don't have any shaving stuff," she said. "I do. I've got a straight razor, and the guy at the stable gave me a special lotion we're supposed to use for this. I hope it's not uncomfortable." "Me, too. Well, let's get it over with, then." Don nodded. He went into the bathroom to get a small bowl of hot water. How this inn made hot water, he didn't know, but now was no time to concern himself with it. He grabbed a rag, and returned to see his sister, completely naked, on the bed with her legs opened wide. That sight caused him urges that had nothing to do with the task at hand, and he had to remind himself that he would ultimately get to that part, but not right now. He pulled the night stand over to where he could reach it, and then he sat on the bed. He dipped the rag in the water, and began to wash Katie's private area. He wasn't worried so much about dirt as he knew that the hot water would soften the hair and open the follicles, making the shave less painful. Katie wriggled slightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Don smiled, realizing just how ready she was. Don picked up the bottle that Tibob had given him. He opened it, and smelled spearmint. He arched an eyebrow, but poured some of the lotion into his hand. He began massaging it into Katie's pubic hair, and her writhing increased. "Does it burn?" he asked. "Oh, god, no... but... Mm, it is warm..." There was a smile playing across Katie's face, occasionally replaced with an open-mouthed sigh. Don figured that was okay, and continued what he was doing. He could see that Katie was already dripping with arousal. Picking up the razor, he said, "You're going to need to try to be still for this part, or I might accidentally nick you." "If you do, you'll pay for it..." she said, a smile still firmly planted on her face. Don shrugged, and he set to work. He applied the blade very tenderly to Katie's skin, and pulled downward. Katie immediately groaned. He looked up at her, but her eyes were closed tightly, and it was clear that it was not pain she felt. He took the razor and wiped it off on a very soft cloth, which collected the hair and the lotion. Don proceeded carefully, having to pause repeatedly because Katie simply could not keep still. When he got down around her pussy lips, he had to be more careful still. By the time he was done, Katie was moaning and rolling her hips. He put aside the shaving utensils, and looked down at his sister. Seeing her cunt cleanly shaven was interesting, and very arousing. Don quickly removed his own clothes, not that Katie noticed. She did notice, however, when he climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself over her. She looked up into his eyes, and then down at where his dick was standing at the ready, about to enter her pussy. "Do it, Big Brother," she said forcefully. Don pushed his way into her well-lubed hole, and Katie cried out in pleasure. She was still tight, and Don still had to take his time to fully penetrate. He finally was buried inside her to the hilt, and Katie was nearly bucking beneath him. "Fuck me!" she cried. Don began moving his hips, sliding in and out of her hot pussy. There was no point in finesse; both of them were already fully aroused. He thrust deeply into her, moving rapidly. Katie was moaning and screaming out her joy, her hips rolling upward in time with his thrusts. Don reached down and caressed his sister's tit, gently rolling her nipple between his fingers. Katie's body shuddered at that point, and she came. Her juices flooded his cock, and her back arched, pushing her tit tightly into his hand. Don kept thrusting throughout her orgasm, sending her as high as he could. He only stopped moving when she began to come down from her peak. He kept his cock inside her, but he rolled her onto her side, so that they could cuddle. The contractions of her cunt kept him rock hard, however. When Katie finally settled down, she looked at her brother with something close to awe. "God, that felt good. Hmm. Actually, it *feels* good, since you're still fucking me..." Katie giggled, and then she pushed her brother onto his back. She rolled with him, keeping his cock firmly inside of her. Now that she was on top, she began to ride him, her pace already a furious one. Don reached up and took hold of Katie's rolling tits. He molded them and fondled them, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body. Katie's pussy was doing similar things to his cock, rippling along his length as she rode him. His hips were already bucking up at her, pushing the pair higher and higher. Don had managed to settle some from his aroused state, and so the pair were on roughly equal levels, riding the wave together. As Katie felt her wave about to crash, she leaned over, forcing herself against her brother's body and thrusting her tongue deep into his waiting mouth. As the two kissed, their waves crested, and crashed. Their bodies slammed tightly together, and the two thrashed about on the bed as their moans were lost in each other's mouth. The two rolled back and forth, lost in their passion, lost in each other. After a while, they finally were able to settle down, and they once again returned to their sides, still holding each other tightly. Don's softening dick was still trapped in his sister's loving cunt, and they continued to kiss. Neither of them felt the need to separate. As their kissing died off, they remained tightly embraced, and they both eventually fell off to sleep, embraced by their sibling. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... Don awoke to find his sister still lying beside him, and that was just fine with him. He wondered if she had gotten cold during the night, since they had not thought to cover themselves with a blanket. He reached down and caressed her ass, which didn't seem to be all that cold, so he figured she'd fared okay. His caresses brought Kate to consciousness with a smile. She leaned back slightly to kiss her brother on the lips, snuggling even more tightly against him. The two cuddled until it was necessary for Don to get up and make a trip to the bathroom. They didn't really say much to each other, instead enjoying silent companionship. Don began to wonder what it would be like between them if and when they got out of here, but decided he shouldn't try to look that far ahead. He knew that trying to keep his eyes on the horizon only guaranteed that he would stumble over his own feet. ----- After cleaning up and getting breakfast, the couple headed back to the stables. They saw Tibob brushing out a tall, black horse with a silver mane. When he caught sight of the pair, he stopped and walked over to the fence. "Do you have my payment?" Don held out the cloth that he'd wiped the lotion and hair onto. "You never told me how to store it..." "This is fine, lad." Tibob opened the wrappings, and Don was shocked to see that the lotion had dissolved the hair into a creamy silver substance. Tibob nodded approvingly. "Well, you lived up to your part. These three are the swiftest horses I have. Better watch out, though. The brown one's a little on the wild side." "We'll let Susan ride that one," Don said to Katie, who smiled. Turning back to Tibob, Don said, "Thank you. We'll be taking our leave now. I hope you get... whatever it is you want... from that." Don indicated the cloth containing the silvery substance. Tibob chuckled as he led the three horses out of the corral. Don helped Katie up onto hers, and then he grabbed the leader rope for the wilder horse, known as Champ, before climbing up onto the black horse. Tibob waved to them as they headed out of Sinclair, hoping to make it back to Sheridan well before lunch. ----- The rest of the team was waiting for them when they rode into Sheridan, as were several of the Elves, who had apparently packaged a significant amount of supplies. Don led his horse, Nightwalker, up to where they were all standing, and climbed off. "You think these supplies are going to be too much for the horses to carry along with us?" Gill asked immediately. Don looked over at the bundles, trying to divide them up into three piles in his mind. He then realized that it would make sense for Katie to fly as much as possible, and that meant that his horse, the largest of the three by a fair margin, could carry significantly more supplies. "I think we'll do okay. The main trick will be getting the supplies to stay on the horse." "We have ways to fix that," one of the Elves said. They set about tying the bundles together so that they would sit securely and comfortably on the horses' backs, while the team got out of their way and began to discuss their plans. "We're supposed to head for the Siratis Gates." Don opened a map, and pointed to them. "On horseback, only a few days from here. The question, of course, is whether or not we'll be able to do the entire thing on horseback... you know what happened to our *last* set of horses." "Yeah. And there's the question of what Denonia will do to slow us down. She's got to be after us. I don't know why she is, though. What the hell did we ever do to her?" Don shrugged. "I doubt we'll ever figure that out. Anyway, is everything ready for us to get going?" Gill looked over to see that the Elves had finished up. "I guess." "Good. By the way, you and Susan are stuck with Champ. He's a bit wild. I figured, since Susan was the only rider among us..." Gill nodded. "Yeah, I'll let her keep it under control." The girls had essentially removed themselves from this planning meeting until Don and Gill had come to their decision. Katie quickly went to her brother's side when the boys separated. "You going to be okay flying most of the time, Katie?" "Sure. It's not really tiring. It's a lot better than walking... *and* riding." She giggled, which was a noise he hadn't heard from her in a while. He gave her a hug and a kiss, before turning to the other girls, who had come up to talk with him. "Your horse is named Cloud." This was an obvious name, given the horse's light gray coloration. "He's pretty docile, so you shouldn't have any troubles." The two girls nodded, resigned to the idea of being back on a horse. He pulled out the map and showed them where they were going, and where they planned to stop for the night. "That assumes we get going soon, and don't run into problems, though." "When have we not run into problems?" Gill said, coming back into the conversation. "I hear you. All the more reason to get our asses in gear." "True. Okay, let's saddle up, then." It was at this point that Don realized that Neiela was standing off to the side, waiting to wish them farewell. He walked over to her, and knelt, so that he wouldn't be towering over her. "I guess this is good-bye, Your Majesty." Neiela embraced him, and then gave him a kiss. "Good luck. I hope you find the dragon." "Thank you so much for the supplies." "It was the least we could do. Thank you for all your help. Have a safe journey." "Somehow," Don said, rising, "I don't think that's entirely up to us." ----- The team rode purposefully through the forest, following the path the map said led to the Siratis Gates. Katie flew alongside her brother's horse, occasionally flying up above the trees to take a look ahead. She didn't see anything that should trouble them, but none of them was going to relax. They stopped for lunch in a small meadow, to allow the horses to eat and drink from a pond there. They talked about how soon they might be out of Zemlia Nov. "What do you figure, Don?" "Two days from now, if nothing goes wrong." "Which it will," Julie chimed in worriedly. "Probably," Don agreed. "And if it does?" Gill asked. "Then there's no telling. We've got enough food with us for four more days of travel. We'll have to hope that's enough, or we'll be back to roughing it." "How far do you expect to go tonight?" Don pulled out the map, and unfolded it. He pointed to a clearing next to a river. "I'd like to get to here tonight. It shouldn't be a strain on the horses. How about you, Katie?" "I'm fine." "Yes, but how are you *feeling*?" Don asked. Everyone laughed, while Katie stuck her tongue out at him. "What do you think we'll run into?" Gill asked. "Dan-Gelmer, at least. He's not done with us. And something tells me he knows where we're going." "You think the Elves snitched on us?" Annie asked. Don shook his head. "No. I think he probably knows where Vernior is, too. He's a dragon, after all." Annie nodded in surprise. "I hadn't thought of that." "So we're likely to have to fight our way to the Gates," Gill said with determination. "We can handle that." Don gave Gill a hairy eyeball. "Fine, *you* can lead the charge!" Gill drew his sword theatrically. "Tally-ho!" The group laughed again. They all felt more settled about their journey now that they had some idea of where they were going. Don picked up the remainder of his things, and put them away. "We need to get going if we're going to make camp by sundown. I don't want to travel at night." They all agreed, and in only a few moments, they had packed up their lunch remains, and were back on their way. ----- As the afternoon wore on, the team started to ride into a thicker portion of the forest. Though none of them really had any rational reason to, they each became more anxious, and more alert. They couldn't see as far now, and Katie made more frequent trips both upward, and ahead of them, to see if she could spot trouble. Don didn't like that, but didn't see any other option, either. Despite all their alertness, when the attack happened, it was a complete surprise to them. Katie was on her way back from another trip forward, and she screamed at something she saw behind them. Don pulled his horse to a stop, and turned to see what was wrong. What he saw was, at first, very confusing. He saw a mass of wings and necks and tails, brightly colored in pinks, lavenders, and violets. It took him a long moment to realize that this was a swarm of wyverns. *I thought wyverns were bigger than this... what the fuck am I saying! These will be bad enough!* As he thought it, the attack began. The mini-wyverns swarmed around Julie and Annie, knocking them off their horse. Both of them tumbled to the ground, and tried to get up. Julie managed it, running forward, toward the others. As she passed Don, he hopped down off his horse. He could see that Annie was just now getting up. He cast a spell of bright lights to try to confuse the wyverns. This worked, but it unfortunately disoriented almost everyone else, as well. Annie was staggering, and Gill slipped getting off his horse, falling face first into the mud. That would have been funny any other time, but now Don was merely concerned that he would be attacked. An energy spell zapped the two mini-wyverns that tried it before Gill was able to rise. Gill drew his sword as Susan let loose with her first arrow. A high-pitched squeal indicated that Susan had found her mark. Gill swiped viciously, taking out three of the little devils, but there were countless more of them remaining. They continued to swarm, though they seemed to be avoiding Don, who was zapping them left and right with short but powerful blasts. Julie hunkered down behind Don, and Katie dropped down to cover her. Annie, meanwhile, was still disoriented, and the creatures were viciously buzzing her. She couldn't get her bearings enough to use any of her skills, and merely swatted at the beasts as they whizzed past her head. Each was roughly the size of a housecat, but resembled a dragon without front legs. They squealed and screeched as Don, Susan, and Gill took them out by the numbers. It seemed, though, that there was an endless supply of them. Suddenly, three of the beasts slammed into Annie from behind, knocking her down. One of them sunk its teeth deep into her neck. She screamed in pain, and that caught Don's attention, though he'd been looking the other way when the assault happened. Don was furious now, and his spell reflected that. The three creatures on Annie's back were vaporized, along with any of them within a five-foot radius of her. Before Don could recast the spell to blast more of them, the swarm scattered back into the trees, leaving behind bruised and battered people, and a lot of echoing screeches. For now, the danger was over. Don immediately went over to Annie. She was struggling to get to her feet, but he stopped her. "Don't move. Let me look at that bite." Don bent to examine the bite, which was deep and oozing blood. He didn't want to stop the bleeding too soon; he knew that the bleeding could wash out infection, and he really had few other methods for doing so. He didn't see anything really wrong, so he called Julie over. "See if you can bandage that without strangling her, okay?" he said, trying to lighten the mood. Julie smiled at him, and nodded. He went to check on his sister, who was fine, and then to make sure the others were all right, before returning to Annie's side. "Sorry I couldn't catch that in time," he told her. "It's okay," she said, her eyes closed in obvious pain. "I would have been all right, but I think I hit my head when I fell off the horse. I'm still woozy." She raised her hand to her head, but couldn't find any bumps to indicate where she might have hurt herself. "You going to be able to travel, or..." "I'll be all right. Just give me a few minutes." "Okay. Jules, you stay with her." "You know it." He gave Annie a gentle hug, and he kissed Julie on the cheek, then returned to talk to the others. "We'll have to wait here... give it a half-hour. She's got a doozy of a headache." "I can imagine. My head don't exactly feel wonderful," Gill said, rubbing a sore spot on his forehead. "Next time learn how to dismount a horse," Don said with a chuckle. Gill grumbled at him good-naturedly, and then went to sit on a rock. "Is she going to be okay, Donny?" Kate asked. "I don't know for sure. I hope so. We'll just have to see. If she's got a concussion, it'll clear in a day or so. We'll need to take it easy until then, though. This will slow us down." "But you expected that." "Yeah. Doesn't mean I have to like it, though." ----- After some rest and a little water, Annie felt well enough that she didn't want to delay them any more than she had. Julie and Don both helped her up onto her horse, and Don made sure that Julie was capable of keeping her safe. He trotted back to his own horse and mounted quickly. With one more look back to check everyone, he kneed Nightwalker into a walk. They had been traveling at a trot, but he didn't want to risk it with Annie's problems. It wasn't very long before Julie called up to him to stop, and he reined in his horse. Julie moved her horse past Susan and Gill, and up to Don. Before she said anything, it was obvious to him that something was wrong. "Annie?" he asked, concerned. Her complexion was pale, and she looked as if she was barely conscious. She turned to look at him, but he could see the confusion written on her face. "Annie, can you hear me?" Annie nodded, but her motor skills were obviously impaired. Don looked around, and decided that this was not a good place for them to stop or spend any amount of time. They were still too close to mini-wyvern territory, and there was no way to shelter properly here. "Keep a tight grip on her Julie. We're going to keep moving until I can find us a place that's safer than here. We'll go slow. You stay between me and Gill." Julie nodded, and Don set off again, keeping to a walk and frequently looking back to see how Annie was faring. *That doesn't look like she just hit her head. Something else is going on, but what?* ----- About an hour later, with sunset still over an hour away, Don stopped. They had entered a small clearing, and there was soft grass and water close by. He immediately got off his horse, which stepped away from him to munch on grass. He moved back to Julie's horse, and tried to help Annie off the horse. Her coordination was so shot that she fell into his arms. Don grunted at the sudden weight, and he had to struggle not to drop her. She was so weak that she couldn't even wrap her arms around his neck. At this point, he was growing increasingly worried. Don carried Annie to a soft patch of grass, and laid her down. He took the dressing off her neck, and peeled back the cotton cloth that had covered her wound. Immediately he stepped back. The stench was overpowering. He could see that the skin around her wound was already beginning to rot away. *Venom*. It hadn't occurred to Don that the wyverns might be poisonous. It was obviously a nasty poison, a neurotoxin. The problem was that he had no way to cure it. He'd learned a bit of healing magic, but nothing he'd learned would heal a continuing problem. Unless he could clear the poison out of her body, he had no way to make her better. He didn't know whether it would be better to let the wound breathe, or cover it up. For the sake of everyone else, he covered it back up. Julie was already at his side, and he looked up at her. "Is she gonna be okay?" she asked nervously. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I've got to get things together so we can camp here. Stay with her." "Okay." ----- About an hour later, Don came back to sit down beside Julie, who was cradling Annie's head in her lap. He stroked Annie's hair, getting no reaction whatsoever. "I should have protected her more. She fell off the horse, and I should have caught her, or something." "Julie, you were falling yourself at the time. There was nothing you could have done at all to save her. If there's anyone to blame for this, it's me. I could have used that spell immediately, but I was saving my strength, not wanting to use it all up on a couple attacks. If I'd used that spell first, there wouldn't have been enough of them to be a problem. So, no, it wasn't your fault, it was mine." "You couldn't know, Don." "Couldn't know what? That this place is dangerous? We've had every warning of that we could get. No, Jules, I fucked up big time, and Annie's paying the price for it." Julie reached out to caress Don's cheek. He smiled slightly, but was too upset to react in any greater way. "You need to go help Katie make dinner," he finally said. "She can't make it alone this once?" Julie asked, clearly not wanting to leave Annie's side. "Not if you want to be able to eat it," he responded. Julie managed a little giggle. "I'll stay with her." He leaned over and kissed Julie softly, and embraced her. The two stayed like that for a long moment before Julie slipped out from under Annie, letting Don take her place. She got up, and looked down at Annie once more for a full minute before finally turning to go. Don stroked Annie's hair continuously, unaware of the passage of time. After several long minutes, Annie's eyes opened, and she struggled to focus on the face above her. Don kept stroking her hair, and smiled at her. He could tell she was trying to form words, and he leaned down slightly to hear her. "Am I going to die now?" she managed to whisper out over three breaths. An instant lump formed in Don's throat, and he was temporarily unable to speak. He finally managed to croak out, "No." Annie smiled ever so slightly at him, in a way he didn't understand, and then she closed her eyes again. It was only her ragged breathing that assured him that she had not passed away on the spot. ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... It was a long, tense, and mostly sleepless night for the team. Julie and Don huddled together, watching over Annie while the others kept watch for any further dangers that might come their way. When morning broke, it was a shock to Don, who had only managed to doze throughout the night. Looking down, he could see how much worse Annie looked, and he knew that if he didn't find an answer today, she wasn't going to survive. The team moved to get their breakfast together, all of them a little slow in moving, for each was tired and groggy. It took an entire minute before they noticed they had company. Gill whirled when he heard Susan gasp, his sword almost leaping to his hand. Don had also turned with a raised arm, an energy ball ready to leave his hand. Both of them were just looking for someone to lash out at, and any stranger was likely to do at this point. The elderly gnome before them raised his hands immediately in supplication. "I mean you no harm," he said in a soft tone. "I am a traveler along this path. I didn't mean to startle you." Don closed his hand around the energy ball, and lowered his arm. It took Gill a moment longer to sheathe his sword. The gnome came further into the clearing to squint at the group. His eyesight was apparently failing him. "You are travelers, also?" "Yes," Don answered. "Please excuse our somewhat cold welcome, but we've had something of a bad journey." The gnome nodded, and then he saw Annie lying on the ground, shivering. "Your lady friend looks to be quite ill." "She was bitten by a wyvern... a very small wyvern." The gnome's eyes widened. "You must treat her immediately! When was she bitten?" "Yesterday afternoon. We'd like to treat her, but we don't know how." "You must go to the Sacred Swamp. There you can retrieve a magical medicine for her." Don opened his map, but did not find anything labeled a swamp on it. "Where is the Sacred Swamp?" "I will tell you, for... breakfast." Don nodded. "Fair enough. Julie, could you make the man some food?" ----- The team was moving as fast as they could. Don was now holding Annie on his horse. He didn't think Julie would be strong enough to hold her at the pace they were now traveling, which was rather fast. The Sacred Swamp was a couple hours of riding, and Annie was getting worse by the minute. It wasn't a very big swamp, but they had to make their way to the very center of it, and it was much slower going once the horses had to walk through muck rather than gallop on easy trails. Finally, the horses came around a corner, and Nightwalker reared up. It was only through the greatest concentration that Don was able to keep himself and Annie on the horse. He couldn't much blame Nightwalker; right before them was a rather large, resting dragon. Don prepared a spell, but didn't raise his hand. He wouldn't fight unless he had to, and the dragon had not yet moved, though it did turn its head to look at them. "You have come for the potion, yes?" the dragon hissed. "Yes. This young woman was bitten by a wyvern. We were told the potion could cure her." "It can, it can! But there is a price to be paid. Nothing in the Sacred Swamp is ever free." Don climbed down off Nightwalker, and then pulled Annie off into his arms. He set her down on a solid patch of ground. "What is it you want, dragon?" "It is not what *I* want. I am merely a guardian of the potion. The Swamp demands its due." "Then what is it the Swamp wants?" The dragon lifted itself from its lying position, and stepped aside. With one of its forelimbs, it pointed to a tree some four hundred feet away. "In a nook in that tree, you will find the potion of life that you seek." "But...?" Don asked, waiting for the catch. "But no one that has ever gone in there has ever come out again. The Swamp will take your life in exchange for the potion." "Whoa, whoa, wait a goddamned minute!" Gill said, stepping forward. Don held him back. "There is no other way?" Don asked the dragon. "There is not. From the looks of her, your friend will not make it out of the Swamp alive without the potion." Don's expression hardened, and it was clear he was thinking things over. Gill was aghast at the very idea. "Don, are you nuts? That's just a trade of one life for another! Where's the benefit to that? I mean, I don't want to see her die, either, but I sure as hell don't want to see my best friend die!" "There's a difference, though," Don said, obviously having come to a decision. "Yeah, what?" "Annie didn't get to choose. She's *my* responsibility, Gill. I asked her to come with us. If she hadn't been with us, she might have been safe." "I doubt it. Look, she would have had to travel these roads to find Vernior..." "What if she decided just to stay in Zemlia Nov? Paul did. You don't see *him* stuck dying in the middle of some stupid swamp..." Gill had no answer to that. He stared hard at his friend. "There's nothing I can say to change your mind, is there." It was not a question. "No." Don turned and walked the few steps to his sister. She already had tears in her eyes. "When she wakes up, Katie... tell her what happened. I love you." "Donny!" She wrapped her arms tightly around him for a long moment. Then, unwillingly, she let go as Don gently pushed her away. He turned to face Julie. "Take care of Annie for me, would you?" He leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around him tightly. The kiss lasted for a long moment, before they both broke it off. Finally, Don turned to the dragon. Before his resolve left him, he nodded. "How do I do this?" "You will find going in is not terribly difficult. It is the coming out that you will have a problem with." Don nodded, and waded into the darker portion of the swamp. The ground did, in fact, seem somewhat firmer here, though it was very bumpy and tangled with roots and low-growing plants. He fought his way through this tough material, working hard to reach the tree at the center of the swamp. After several minutes, he finally reached it. He had to walk all the way around the tree to the other side before he found the nook, but sure enough, there was a flask of yellow liquid there, with a heavy stopper on the container. *Good, I won't spill it that way.* Don took the container out of the nook, and he could hear the change in the swamp immediately. While there had been crickets and birds chirping, now there was silence. Don looked around nervously. He was deathly afraid at this point, but he'd walked into this situation with his eyes open; a luxury that Annie had not had. He took a deep breath and began walking out of the swamp, holding the flask high for the others to see. The going was much rougher on the way out. The ground had turned soft and mushy, and his feet sank into it about four inches with each step. He couldn't tell for sure, but it almost seemed as if he was sinking just slightly deeper as he went. It turned out not to matter, as he stepped around one plant only to find a vine suddenly coiling around his leg. Soon, another vine had his other leg, and he could no longer walk or move his lower body. The dragon, seeing his difficulty, called out, "If you drop the flask, the Sacred Swamp will let you live." Don ignored him, trying to tug at his legs. He was only sixty or seventy feet from the others. He struggled, hoping he could beat the odds and make it out alive. After a minute of struggling, during which he had been pulled another foot deeper into the muck, he realized that he didn't have a chance. There was only one thing for him to do. "Katie, *CATCH!*" Don hauled his arm back, and with the strongest throw he could muster, he flung the potion toward the group. He knew his throw would be off, and he definitely did not want the flask to break. Katie leapt for it, catching it about fifteen feet off the ground. She got it safely back to the others, and they uncorked it. Don watched as Julie poured the liquid very carefully into Annie's mouth. It took a full two minutes for her to swallow all of it, during which time, Don had sunk another two feet. He was buried beyond his waist now, and all that was left was for him to wait for the end. The rest of the team turned to watch in horror as their friend, their leader, was sucked under. The dragon lay on the ground, watching impassively as events unfolded. Don could see the tears in everyone's eyes, though he was strangely relaxed about the whole thing now. Perhaps the swamp contained some kind of toxin that was inhibiting his nervous system, or perhaps he had simply resigned himself to this fate. *For you, Annie,* he thought to himself. *I'm sorry I got you into this.* At about that point, the dragon raised its head. Don only had his head and arms above the surface now. The dragon lifted off and flew at an impossible speed, circling around the big tree in the center of the swamp, and heading back toward the group. "Hold your arms up, boy!" the dragon hissed. Don raised his hands as high as he could, and the dragon grasped them on his way by. The muck pulled and tugged at Don, and he worried that his shoulders would be dislocated, but with a final effort, the dragon pulled him free. Don held on for dear life, not wanting to fall back into what was probably a very angry swamp at this point. Short seconds later, the dragon dumped Don unceremoniously on the ground, and then landed back in the spot he had been laying initially. Don, sputtering and very confused, stared at them all, and then back at the dragon. "Why did you save me? I thought the Swamp had to have a life." "It was a test, you see," the dragon hissed. "What the Swamp really requires is the devotion necessary to give up your life for that of another. No entity of light or kindness could ever require your death just to save that of another. As your friend said, there is nothing good in that form of trade. However, if the potion were readily available to just anyone, then how would anyone ever die here? The cost of the potion must seem very high, or there would be no end of people coming here to use it. I warn you, traveler; tell no one of this secret, or the effects of the potion will instantly be reversed. That is the final price you must pay for your friend's life." "That's a price I can live with," Don said. The others nodded in agreement. "Your friend will recover in a day or so. I suggest that you take her somewhere to rest. The village of Mintauri is on your way, just outside the Sacred Swamp." "Thank you," Katie said to the dragon. "I am just performing my duties, Elfling. Good luck to you all." ----- The team, relieved that *all* of them were leaving the Sacred Swamp alive, got on their horses and rode out, turning to wave at the dragon. It was only an hour's ride before Mintauri was in their view, and they rode slowly into town, hoping to find the inn. As they tied the horses outside the inn, Don looked around with a slightly new perspective. *If what we'd been told was the truth, I would never have seen this village, or anything else ever again. Life is good.* ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://netwolf.wolfpub.org ===---...