37 comments/ 141102 views/ 115 favorites A GOR-y Halloween By: Tx Tall Tales =========================== What kind of slave would you be for halloween? A Halloween 2009 Contest Entry. Hope you like it. =========================== Things were getting crazy. There were three of us, couples that is, that had been holding Halloween parties for several years. It all started when we had scheduled a party the same day as the Thomases seven years back. We weren't close friends but we had many friends in common, and after some discussion, they agreed to attend our party, cancelling theirs. We would include their guest list, and the following year, it would be their turn. By the time the following Halloween had passed, the wives where thick as thieves, and Wendy, the original mediator, wanted her turn hosting the Halloween party. Of course Dale and Erika Thomas had done their best to out-do ours, so Wendy and Victor upped the ante once more. We all had our own businesses, and the party was tax deductible, so the expense wasn't a major concern. Each year the parties became more extravagant, the decorations more elaborate, and the costumes, well... another case of oneupmanship there. For the first 4 years the parties kept growing, with nearly 30 couples invited at the peak, as well as a few singles. In the 5th year Vic and Wendy reduced the guest list by a good quarter, and last year we reduced it even more. The parties were becoming more exclusive, with very few 'new' couples added, fewer singles, and the event became a local legend. The costumes were getting sexier, year after year, and the women joked that they no longer worried about getting ready for swimsuit season, it was Halloween season which drove them to their personal trainers. Last year, we upped the ante yet-again, creating the first 'themed' party, a Pirate Party. Since the first year, we'd been giving out prizes to the best costumes, by closed ballot. For the Pirate Party we had first through third place awards for the best Pirate Wench, authentic silver reales set in silver necklaces for sexiest costume and most original, and set in gold for best overall costume. As you might imagine, some of the outfits were simply unbelievable. One young lady showed up in little more than thigh high boots and a leather thong and bustier; she still only managed to pull third place. Wendy took home first place that year with a gorgeous traditional wench outfit, made mostly of see through material, and a short skirt, slit right to the waist. She wore her award necklace regularly, and every time I saw it, I remembered that outfit. It was pretty crazy, the whole party set us back about three grand, with nearly a third of that tied up in the prizes. We had a full cemetery out front, with humorous headstones, now numbering around 30. We actually hired day labor to dig up the lawn, create the cemetery, and replace it the following Monday. The key decorations were a ship's mast, in the center of our two-story family room, and ships railings across the rear wall. The party was a huge hit, but we knew that no matter how high you raised the bar, somebody was bound to try to set it higher yet. When we got this year's invitation, we knew the gauntlet had been thrown down. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dallas Slave Auction by invitation only The Master of this household is invited to the Dallas Slave Auction. You are required to bring at least one slave that will be auctioned to the highest bidder for the evening. All slaves will be freed at the end of the evening, with the best slaves being rewarded as well. Slave control and training devices will be available, but you are encouraged to bring your own. RSVP with any questions * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * By agreement, all invitations were sent out in September, giving the invitees sufficient time to prepare. Last year we had caught some flack for only giving 5 weeks notice. It turns out that some people had been planning their costumes for months, and our 'theme' threw a monkey-wrench in the works. This time we had about 6 weeks to go. I immediately began to wonder just what constituted a 'slave'. A costume was one thing, but 'control and training' devices and auctioning off the women seemed to be going quite a big further. Would our friends go along with this? Or would this be the smallest turnout ever. I managed to corner Dale and grill him about the party. He wasn't saying shit about what the plan was. He finally confessed he didn't even know the full extent, his wife Erika and her cousin Michelle were running the show. He did bemoan the fact that it looked like it was going to be twice as expensive as the last one. I finally got around to asking him how the responses were coming. I needn't have wondered. Within a week, they had nearly a 100% acceptance to the invitations. Fifteen invites, thirteen accepted, one still trying to work it out. No fear or hesitation in this crowd. Which was good. Life seemed to be in somewhat of a rut again. The Halloween parties were the most exciting thing all year, by far, and it would usually lead to a pretty hot night of sex, something which, I'm sad to say, was becoming more and more infrequent. How does it happen? I married a stunning woman, absolutely gorgeous, the envy of all my friends. And here I was, 10 years later, ready to pose her for one of those demotivational posters: "Reality - As good as she looks, someone, somewhere is tired of her shit." My lust for her had all but dried up. She was the most boring woman in bed I'd ever been with, and even the slightest suggestion to open her up was met with hostility and usually a several week hiatus in lovemaking. In truth, she rarely turned me down, but she made it seem like such a chore. And I guess it was. When we first got together, it was God's greatest gift that I could climb between her legs, and fuck her repeatedly, spending thirty minutes or more pushing us over the peak. Unbelievable that I could be with this stone-cold fox. Our lovemaking was always extensive, and exhausting. She was hard to bring to orgasm, and as the years passed, little else changed. With enough coercion she'd lay back and open her beautiful legs for me, and I would be allowed to enter her. It would often require lube, since she wasn't excited, nor was she interested in allowing me the opportunity to excite her. I was less interested in working myself to death on top of her, than in getting my rocks off, and 5 minutes later I would roll off and we'd talk about the kids. Why? How? What could I do? Over time I found myself initiating the act less frequently. When the guys would rib me over going home to such a hottie, and having that available all the time, I'd just laugh and agree. How do you tell anyone your dream babe is a dreamsicle. It was only at Halloween that she opened up a bit, and I could usually expect some extra loving leading up to the event, and for a short while after. Around Halloween, lube was rarely required, she'd be ready for me, and even respond underneath me. I loved Halloween. My darling wife Amanda had been in discussions with Wendy almost constantly for nearly four weeks, and they hadn't come up with a costume yet. That was unusual for those two, especially Wendy, who was one of those 'crafty' stay at home moms. She always made home-made cards, invitations, and gifts, and was quite talented at it. Her artistic bent usually showed up in her original costumes. I came home to find them discussing the topic one evening, and sat with them for a few minutes. It sounded like Wendy had come up with an idea for their costumes, and when I showed some curiosity, she laughingly pulled out a folded up piece of paper and showed it to me. It showed a model with a couple of pieces of fake fur draped across her chest and across her hips, barely covering the essentials. "Something like that, but sluttier," she giggled. It always amazed me how these women could dress so conservatively all year long, and then just go nuts one night a year. Not that I was complaining. I looked up at her and scanned her body with a smile, "Looks competitive." "Yeah, we thought getting away from the expected might work, and a captured slave cavewoman seems like a winner. I can play the fearful, uncomprehending, captive thrust into a future society. Could be kind of wild." Wendy was always a favorite going into the contest. She was quite a looker, and I'm certain I wasn't the only husband each year fantasizing about the tasty MILF. She was tall, just a couple of inches shorter than me, and commonly wore 3" heels with her costume, towering over all the other women. If that wasn't bad enough, her long legs were impeccable, her round ass delectable, and her sweet tits, always showcased and presentable. Her outfits were always designed to emphasize her formidable assets. "So have you worked ours out yet?" I asked my wife. At 34, she still had a dynamite body. Where Wendy might be found on the cover of Vogue, Amanda was much more likely to grace the center of Playboy. She was an amazing natural beauty. If we ever did a Baywatch themed party, Wendy could do a fair Alexandra Paul (if just a little too busty), and Amanda would be a dead ringer for Erika Eleniak (think Under Siege, not Celebrity Fit Club). She had asked me for ideas, and I had dug out an old Gor novel for her to read. I'd run into John Norman's Gor novels in college. My fraternity had nearly the entire series in their library. It was a world where warriors were the top of the social ladder, where women were natural slaves, and technology didn't work. It created a mostly agricultural world of constant battle, dangerous beasts, flying mounts, and casual sexual usage of women. Slaves were both the lowest and highest in worth, some bought for a few coppers, others sitting beside the highest of leaders. On Gor all women are gorgeous, and the most beautiful women of Earth are commonly kidnapped and taken to this barbaric planet, where they are considered to be among the best suited for slavery. The writing is average to poor, and the sex scenes are not graphic, but they are a titillating read for a young man. She'd given me enormous grief over that, asking if that was how I viewed women. Laughingly, I explained that it was the most ritualized and best described fantasy slave culture I knew of. I also reminded her that as far as costumes go, Gor presented the most choices for incredibly sexy outfits. I didn't mention the bonus fact that it was the most overtly sexual. "Admit it. It's just another sick male fantasy, where women let their 'true slave' out, and collapse in a heap of desire from the mere touch of a real man. It objectifies women as if they were nothing but unthinking, out-of-control sperm receptacles." "It's not just another sick male fantasy," I argued. "For many it's THE male fantasy." "Maybe your fantasy, you pig," she answered, smacking me. I reached for her, "YOU would be my fantasy." She seemed almost shocked by the statement. "Liar. We all know your fantasies live inside your laptop." I shook my head and turned away. "You were my first fantasy. You're still my greatest fantasy." I closed the door behind me. Days later while we were watching TV, she asked me again. She'd been studying and was profoundly curious. I told her it was commonly how men fantasized about women, whether they'd admit it or not. I was surprised when she asked if I had any more books in the series, and I gave her the first, then hit the used bookstores for a few more. "It's so violent!" she remarked a few days later. "Yes. Many men still dream of being in a culture of might makes right. Competing against other men for the spoils of war," I acknowledged. "The violence is against the women too. It's so misogynistic." "Just the opposite, I would say. The violence against the women is usually disciplinary not violence for its own sake. The discipline is designed to let the woman expose her true self. The worst that they describe is much less violent than the real world slavery atrocities of the last few centuries." "So it's Ok to tie up women, drag them by their hair, whip them, gang rape them, make them servants by day and whores by night?" She asked. "What do you think? In the stories, who wins in the end? Which of the women don't end up happy with the man they want? The men are tortured, starved, beaten, teased, humiliated and often killed. It's a violent, barbaric, fictional world. In the end, often as not, the slave girls conquer the master." "It's stupid." She announced, ending the conversation. And yet that night, when I cuddled up to her she turned to me readily. She touched me with care and opened her legs for me. When I entered her she was ready for me, and she moved beneath me, as if she enjoyed it. She even allowed me to change position, sitting up and lifting her legs wide. It was incredible being able to look down at my cock sliding in and out of her. "Are you looking at it?" she asked, watching me intently. "It's amazing," I gasped. "You're amazing." For the first time I could recall in years, she came with me. Afterwards she lay in my arms, and I looked down at the beauty I held and wondered how I could give her up. I thought she was nearly asleep when I heard her mutter, "Grow a beard." Unfortunately that night was an aberration. Now, two weeks later, we were back on the subject. This time with her friend Wendy there to keep things interesting. "I haven't quite nailed it down yet, but I'm getting close. That Gor stuff, there's like a whole culture of it on the 'net. Someone just showed me the Second-Life Gor. It's hard to believe it has so many followers. But I will admit there's a lot of good ideas there for dressing up and playing the part of the slave," she confessed. Wendy chimed in, "I gotta say, it seems kind of weird. The books are strange enough, but then I see all these women online going along with it. I mean, I've heard of submissives and all, but this is really strange." "I read that over 3/4ths of the players in SL Gor are women, averaging mid 30's with 2 kids. Almost half play slaves. There are something like 11,000 females characters, and 6500 males characters. They have over 600 merchant shops for the players and only a handful are exclusively for men. It's so bizarre!" Amanda said. Wendy laughed. "I never would have guessed that that many women had even read the series." "I wouldn't be surprised if many of them hadn't," I said. "Tell him about David," Wendy told Amanda with a nudge. Amanda nodded and continued. "I just heard that Kim and David might be changing things up. Alice says she's got him dressed up as a Roman fighting slave, a Spartacus thing, and she's going as a wealthy patrician owner. How does that sound to you?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye. "It could be fun, but I figure most of the women aren't going to pass on a chance to dress as wild as this, so there won't be many female owners to bid on him. And I know I'm not going to buy him!" Wendy chimed in, "You wouldn't have to buy only him. It sounds like there's going to be several more slaves than masters. The invitation allows a 'Master' to bring more than one slave. I know that Alice is bringing her sister. And of course Erika's cousin Michelle is in. Now that Teri and Bill have separated she's looking to latch on with another couple, rather than try to find someone else to go with her as a slave. We thought about bringing her with us, but Vic was just a little too interested." Wow. I don't know a man that wouldn't like to have Teri as his slave, her slender, firm body his to conquer. She'd been coming to these parties since the very first one. Why she and Bob ever broke up was a real mystery. Shit. What was I thinking? I was considering doing the same, or worse. Everyone would think I was fucking nuts. I smiled for Amanda. "You interested in being 'first slave'? Having your own servant working under you? I don't imagine you would want to be a slave to a slave." "You are such a pig!" Amanda snarled. "Is that what you want? One slave isn't enough, you need a harem?" I was surprised at her response. "Hey! I'm just looking to help you out. You could be a pleasure slave, set her up as a household slave. Maybe I could sell you both as a package deal, to some poor unsuspecting fool," I teased. When I saw that I was further irritating her, I backpedaled. "Who're we kidding anyway? You know I'm leaving this in your hands. In the end, you'll only be as much of a slave as you want to be." Little did I guess just how much that might be... * * * With two days to go before the party, I came home to a locked door with the house alarm set. We never set the alarm during the day. "Is that you, Jack?" I heard my wife call, as I hurried to disarm the alarm. "Who else?" I said, a little irritated by the rigmarole I was going through. I set my briefcase down and headed to the bedroom to get casual. I walked in to quite a sight. Amanda was standing, wearing the simplest of costumes, a rough poncho-like outfit that barely covered her. The sides were open, and a rope belt held the sparse material tightly against her delicious form. The end of her outfit hung about half way down her thighs. From the front it was almost respectable. From the side it was absolutely pornographic. All of her amazing curves were on display, her soft, tender flesh very exposed. She had a leather collar around her slender neck. That was all she was wearing. It was an image right off the cover of a Gor novel. She would have done Boris Vallejo proud. As I stepped forward, turning the corner, I saw what I hadn't been able to see at first. Teri Griffith was kneeling beside my wife, wearing only a loincloth, and a scrap of nearly transparent silk stretched across her breasts. The loincloth was made of white material hanging from a silver chain that encircled her tiny waist. Her legs were together with her hands crossed in her lap. She was sitting back on her heels, her back very straight, her head down. Her long black hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders. A collar around her neck was attached to a leash my wife held. I was struck speechless, but my wife wasn't. "Nadu!" she barked. Teri was instantly in action. She spread her legs widely, her hands opened and turned palm down on her thighs. She raised her head, tossing her hair back, and turning her head slightly, exposing her neck and shiny collar. It was the Gorean command for the slave to assume the pleasure position, and Teri had responded to it perfectly. I stood in place, in shock. My eyes were drawn to our neighbor's open legs, the loose piece of cloth all that covered her womanhood from my view. A single piece of thin material was drawn between her thighs, tight against her crotch, then looped over the chain circling her waist, both front and back. From where I sat it was translucent and I could see the outline of her thighs and that precious 'V' between her legs. The outline of closely cropped dark brown pubic hair was clear. She seemed to tremble holding the position. I tore my gaze away, back to my wife who had dropped down to a matching position. Her outfit wasn't able to cover her completely, and I now saw she was wearing the smallest thong possible, an inch wide shred of cloth barely covering her. My breath caught in my chest. The outfits suited them perfectly. My wife was the more voluptuous of the two, and the rough cloth seemed only to accentuate her curves. Teri was slender, bordering on skinny, but the outfit she wore let her dark nipples peek through the material, hinting at their nature. The loincloth, hanging about 4 inches below her crotch, and only about 6 inches wide drew the eyes to the subtle curves of her hips and the space between her legs. A GOR-y Halloween Party ======================= A wild Halloween party, where wives become slaves who are bought, sold and throughly enjoyed. Particularly by the men of Gor. Although this story is written so it can stand alone, it is a sequel to A Gor-y Halloween. You might want to read that one first. Or after. There's a lot to this tale. It's rather long, and covers a lot of areas. First time, group sex, (almost) non-consent, light bondage, slave relationships, and more. At the heart is a story about a couple, and their evolving relationship. This is an entry in the 2012 Halloween Story Contest. ======================= Chapter 1: The Dallas Halloween Slave Auction My wife was livid. In her current state of dishabille, that description could be taken both figuratively and literally. She snatched the artificially aged parchment out of her friend's hand, and read the Slave Auction Rule Sheet again, out loud, for the benefit of all of us. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dallas Halloween Slave Auction 1. All Masters must arrive with at least one slave 2. Only one Master per invitation, companions will be sold 3. All slaves must be collared at all times 4. Masters receive 500 Gold per slave for evening expenses 5. Additional Gold may be earned (Contests, etc.) 6. Slaves will be auctioned off in random order 7. No Master may bid on a slave they brought 8. Slaves who remove their collars are immediately free 9. Slaves shall not be required to remove any clothing * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * We were standing on the front porch, along with several other couples deciding if we still wanted to play this game. A 'Slave Auction' Halloween party was already over-the-top, but this new twist required nearly every woman there to 'submit' herself to someone other than her husband. Or multiple someones. Add to that the artificial and unspecified ways for the 'Masters' to gain their wealth and there was no telling how things might end up. It also made the pouch of silver coins at my side meaningless. An hour at the local numismatist store wasted. "Can you believe this crap? Who's going to agree to these rules?" Amanda asked her friend. She wasn't the only one questioning the setup. We'd already lost one couple that I knew of and it was obvious that our hosts 'creativity' wasn't going over well. The rules didn't seem that heinous to me. In fact, if anything, they didn't seem restrictive enough, as far as 'slave' protection went. But prohibiting the Master from buying back his own slave was turning out to be the non-starter, at least for Amanda. The hostess and her cousin Michelle, looking devastating in leather bondage gear, were intent on getting my wife to give in and join the fray. "Come on, Amanda, it's only fair! Otherwise, for propriety's sake every husband would have to buy his wife, or look like a complete asshole. Now they're free to mix things up, at least for a little while, like they secretly want," Erika argued. She had a point. In her sexy outfit, I'm sure I wasn't alone in wondering how she'd look tied up and helpless. Amanda wasn't biting. "Like they want? How about us? Who would want to chance some stranger controlling them?" That got a laugh out of Teri, our third wheel. "Just about every woman here, except you and me apparently." Amanda looked shocked, as if her friend had turned on her. "You're not agreeing with this, are you?" "Hell no! I know who I want to be owned by, and he brought me here. But I can see where they're coming from. If Bill was still around, I'd still want to be controlled by your hunky hubby," Teri said. Sweet girl. If she kept it up, she was going to make me blush. "But now that's not going to happen. Do you really want to take a chance on someone like Cole, or heaven-forbid, Greg controlling you? Shit, Greg brought two slaves, he's going to have a lot of gold to bid with," Amanda argued. Michelle was still working with Erika, trying to persuade the girls. "The way the contests are, I don't think he stands much of a chance to add to his wealth. Besides, even if he were to win, if you don't like it, all you have to do is say no and remove your collar." She put her arm around Amanda, walking her away from the gathered crowd. "Don't worry..." was the last I heard. Even though I was nominally the Master over my incredibly gorgeous wife, and her (nearly) equally ravishing friend, I had no inclination whatsoever to get involved. Our rocky marriage was barely on the mend, and I didn't want to cause any trouble. The status of our new 'open' relationship with Teri, was equally precarious. Truth be told, I'd have been happy to take my slaves home and play with them alone. I looked them over, Teri's diaphanous white silk and silver loincloth, reaching half-way down her thighs, her bikini top barely enclosing her smallish tits, the pink of her cold-hardened nipples beckoning. Amanda's rough brown tunic, open erotically on the sides, a simple rope holding it closed around the waist. Strategic tears exposing her skin, the strap of the thong exposed on each side. The side of her ample breasts were visible from the right angle, the teasing partial view in many ways better than a full exposed view. She was ridiculously sexy. Teri walked over, rubbing up against me cat-like, the silk of her top soft against my arm. "Pet your slave, Master?" I laughed and pulled her close, caressing her long lustrous dark hair, which had gained a white streak overnight, similar to Anna Paquin's Rogue character. It looked just as good on her. I couldn't help but notice the hesitation on the part of the other couples. "Looks like Amanda's not the only one with issues here," I said. "Oh, the others are just waiting to see what we do. If we go in, most of them will. If we don't, there goes half the party. Erika knows it," she said confidently. "That's why she's pressing so hard." "What makes you say that?" She laughed at me. "Everyone knows Amanda's the most uptight here. If she's willing, it must be Ok. The men are equally interested in the outcome, since they know that if we don't go in the two hottest slaves are no longer part of the festivities," she teased, doing a little Gor slave dance for me. I noticed that got the attention of quite a few of the bystanders. Maybe she had a point. Saucy wench. I surveyed the porch, taking in all the couples waiting. Many were still covered up in wraps or coats, hiding their costumes from view. I was definitely curious. There were several women present I wouldn't mind owning, and I had no doubt that virtually every man there would kill to possess my stunning wife, never mind the hot vixen beside me. "Tal, Jack." I turned and saw Troy Brown waving at me. Looks like we weren't the only ones coming as Goreans. Troy's outfit looked more like Robin Hood than a Gor Warrior, but his curvaceous wife was rocking an open sided red silk tunic which reached halfway to her knees. Hers covered considerably more than Amanda's teasingly revealing barbarian tunic, with only about a 2-3 inch gap at the sides, and held closed by a four inch wide sash around her waist. Of course, there was considerably more to cover, but the curves looked good on her. "Tal, Troy," I responded amiably. I looked over Kayla appraisingly. "Red silks definitely suit you," I teased. "Who's idea was that?" "Hers," Troy laughed, "but she's certainly earned them." We laughed, while she blushed prettily. On Gor, red silk identified sex slaves, trained in the arts of pleasuring a Master. They were an odd looking couple. She was taller than he was, and probably had him by 20 lbs or so. Not that she was that heavy, he just wasn't that big. Maybe 5'6, 140 lbs. He was in good shape, and didn't look bad in his outfit. Her soft curves contrasted his lean muscles nicely. He moved closer, dropping his voice. "This thing about not buying back your own slaves, not good." "No," I agreed. "At least not for us." He nodded emphatically. "I was thinking the men of Gor should team up. We could pool our wealth and buy each other's slaves, then share them. Kayla's a little concerned with being sold to the wrong guy." His offer intrigued me. I knew there was more to it than face value. He could have offered to exchange them, not share them. Like many of the men present, it was obvious he had a thing for Amanda. But unlike most, we saw them sociably, if not often. His wife was friendly and cute, and easy to get along with. He was likable and decent, and they had a good marriage. At least as far as the rest of the world was concerned. Recent events made me wonder how good anybody's marriage was behind closed doors. More to the point, it might work. It would resolve a lot of problems. And the 'sharing' part of the deal could be kept under control. The opportunity to share his red-silk wife was a titillating bonus. Emphasis on the tit. I wondered how far the sharing might go. As if I needed any more encouragement, Kayla dropped to her knees beside me, in the classic 'Naru' kneeling Gor position. "Buy me, Master. Please? Buy Kayla." I grinned. She had the look and the attitude. I felt a tug on my arm from Teri. "I can't think of two men I'd rather be owned by," she said with a sexy smile. "I'm sure Amanda would agree. We like Troy." I stuck my hand out and Troy shook it. "It's a plan. As long as Amanda decides to stay." Teri giggled. "Don't worry about her. The act's all for show. No way she's not going into the party, after all we've done in preparation. She just needs to be reassured a bit." My sweet Teri was right. Amanda walked our way, and Kayla got up and made room for her. My wife came to me, clinging to my arm. "You'll watch out for me, right Jack? I'm a little nervous." I put my arm around her. "Troy and I will both watch out for you. We're going to work together to buy you all back, and keep you out of the clutches of these other posers." That appeared to perk her up, and she looked over to Troy, who was patiently waiting. "Really? You'd do that for me Troy?" The devastating puppy dog look. Unfair. Also, totally unneeded. He'd walk through fire for her. "Of course, Amanda. Whatever I can do to help. You know that." She gave a huge sigh. She was capitulating. "Alright. Let's do this then." Before she could turn away, I grabbed her by the arm. "Once we cross the threshold and I collar you, I own you until the auction. You'll be my slave completely. Agreed?" She gave me the big-eyed innocent look. "Amanda is Kajira. She will do nothing to disappoint her Master. Amanda will be good. Very good for Master." Damn, that got me hot. * * * Our decision busted the log jam, and we entered the house with a half-dozen couples on our heels. Inside the door I stopped the girls. I reached into one of the pouches at my side, pulling out a leather collar. It was simple, no studs or designs, just a single metal loop on the front. "This is for you, Amanda." She held up her hair, and allowed me to place the collar on her neck. "It suits you well," I told her, giving her a kiss on the lips which caught her by surprise. We weren't usually publicly demonstrative. Shit, who am I kidding? Until the last week, we weren't privately demonstrative. When I pulled away she was blushing. "Pretty Kajira. I think I'll call you Mandy." I gave a little tug on her collar ring. "Thank you Master," she said softly. I turned to dear Teri, and drew out the second collar from my pouch. This one was a silver mesh collar, nearly an inch wide. It had a large loop on the front, perfect for leashing. "And this one, is for you, sweet Kajira. Do you like it?" She stood tall, holding her hair out of the way. "It's beautiful. Thank you, Master." "No more beautiful than you," I told her, closing the clasp on the back. Dale was standing nearby, and gave me two small bags of coins. "Eight 50 gold coins, four 20's, and some small coins in each, Sir. May I compliment you on your taste in slaves? They look mouth-watering." I didn't know the protocol for a male slave speaking. "Thank you. I hope your new owner tonight is to your liking. Don't let her use you too thoroughly." We wandered through their home, absorbing all the changes. The place was filling quickly. Walking into the large central room, I saw a raised platform had been placed in front of the fireplace. A single wooden 6x6 rose from the floor to a height of about 8 feet, with two large steel rings attached to it. Silks and pillows were scattered everywhere. The furniture remaining had been moved out of the way, leaving the place wide open. Walking through the dining room and formal living room, I saw much of the same. I started to wonder where all the furnishings had gone. Numerous flag staffs were scattered around, but instead of flags, long silken sheets were hanging from each. I contemplated their possible purpose. The lighting was dim, with most of the overhead lights extinguished, and candles scattered throughout the house giving off dim flickering light and strong fragrances. The corners of the rooms were particularly dark, and I suspected purposely so, in order to create the ambiance of privacy. The centers of the rooms were mostly empty, providing room for standing and mingling. The house was warm, a good thing, with so many of us minimally dressed. As we explored, I saw a few new girls dressed in provocative leather mini-dresses. The outfits had a large zipper down the front, begging to be opened up. Additional zippers crossed the low cut top, above each breast. More temptation. Leather collars completed the outfits. The girls looked young, probably college kids looking to make some easy money. They were all pretty, though not as stunning as several of the guests. There were a couple of male servants present. Their tight leather shorts, mesh shirts, and collars were very revealing. Fortunately, they were both fit enough to pull off the look. Most likely more college students. I wondered briefly what they were being paid for the night. The last time we'd hosted the rotating Halloween party, we'd hired three pirate wenches as bartenders and servers. It had run me over $150 each. This whole setup was looking pricey. Whereas the servant girls were walking around passing out drinks and snacks, the servant men were mostly standing off to the side, observing. I was thirsty. "Mandy, paga," I told her firmly. "Teri, two cups of Ka-La-Na." The girls moved away quickly, giving me an opportunity to see how things were shaking up. Nearby stood a truly ugly orc who I would never have recognized except for his lovely companions. His mask must have been uncomfortable. "Nice outfit Raul. Little heavy on the makeup, though." Hell, it was my responsibility as a man to give him a hard time. "Beautiful slaves you have there, Master Orc," I said to my long-time friend. He was one of our original guests, half-a-dozen years back. He snorted. "These scum? Some trash I found on the way over here." I had to imagine the smile I heard in his voice, through the full face mask. The 'trash' was his tiny wife Denise dressed as a World of Warcraft Night Elf. The long pointy ears were a dead giveaway. The mesh bikini and burgundy cloak worked nicely. Beside her was an extremely tall blue girl, with large curly horns on her head, and hooves for feet. I didn't recognize her at first, then it struck me. I grinned. "Sheila?" "Greetings, Master," she said with a charming smile. "Perhaps you'd be so kind as to free us from the clutches of this stinking, uncouth, vile captor? I'd be ever so appreciative." I hadn't seen Sheila in years. She'd gone off to college a few years back. I guess she'd graduated. She was extremely striking, with the hard body of youth, bright yellow hair, and a fabulous breastplate of gold and yellow. Another gold plate was strapped around her waist, with a long yellow silk hanging from it, making her barely presentable. She'd set some hearts to pounding. Top tier slave material. "I'll see what I can do once the auction starts," I told her with a smile. My slave Mandy appeared at my side, dropping to her knees and presenting me with a goblet of what I assumed would be some kind of beer. I took it from her, taking a deep swig. It was a dark beer, not Guinness, but something almost as thick. Just what the doctor ordered. Teri showed up moments later, on her knees, holding up two more chalices. "You two may have one glass each," I told her. "Thank you Master," she said sweetly, lowering the glasses, and passing one to her comrade in chains. "Mmmm. Tork would trade. Both of these worthless chattel for either one of yours," Tork barked, tugging on the leashes attached to his two women. "Tempting, Tork." It was tempting. If I made the trade before the auction, would I get the sellers cash, 50 Gold each? I'd be even more likely to be able to buy my own girls back. I'd have to talk this one over with Troy. "Perhaps later. Can I offer you something to drink?" "Not now. Tork will try to find someone foolish enough to take these troublesome creatures off my leash." He walked off, with the girls struggling prettily on their leashes, putting on a nice act of being dragged along against their wishes. In retreat, Sheila had to walk carefully, the footwear she was wearing adding a good six inches to her already considerable height. I noticed she had a large purple tail protruding from her loincloth. I wondered how she'd look on her hands and knees, with me moving that tail out of the way to get to her youthful goodies. Shame on me. Too bad I'd be buying back my own women. Otherwise I'd have enjoyed having those girls at my feet. Either one, or ideally both. Not a true mother/daughter fantasy, since Denise was Raul's second wife, and only a few years older than her step-daughter. I mingled for a while, my girls always close at hand, running small errands for me, doting on me otherwise. They were very openly affectionate, raising a few eyebrows. The fact that Teri was acting so intimate, and that Amanda was not only accepting of her friend's attention, but was mimicking it, must have been quite a surprise for most of our friends. Hell, it was a surprise for me. Unthinkable until a few days ago. The atmosphere was electric; I'd never felt anything like it. The submissive half-clothed women, the easy way the men held them, touched them, caressed them. The exposed skin, the flashes of breasts, smooth ass cheeks, it was all breathtaking. The outfits for the most part were extremely skimpy, designed to tease. Some were downright lewd. Each movement opened up new vistas of tempting flesh. Even those more fully clothed displayed a new sensuality and wantonness most had never even hinted at previously. I had known these women for years. Amanda was somewhat standoffish, with a small circle of close friends. I, on the other hand, didn't have many close friends, but I was friendly with everyone. I was prone to flirt, but humorously, never pushing things too far, and rarely overstepping my bounds. Over the years I'd become a little friendlier with a few of the women, Erika our hostess, Tasha, and Raul's Denise in particular. That's part of what made the actions of Teri, and in a lesser way, Kayla so surprising. I'd never really pushed the envelope with either of them before. Tonight, if I so desired, I could own any one of these women. I sent Teri off to find out what she could about the contests. More gold would be good. I won't bore you with the details of the contests they'd set up, but most were either skill or knowledge based. Made sense, any strength contests wouldn't be very fair for the female Masters. I'll admit that some of the frat games I'd played at, plus my endless knowledge of useless trivia came in handy. A GOR-y Halloween Party I don't know if I did the best, but I did better than most, and when all was said and done, I had another 840 gold to go with the original 1000. I was relatively certain I had more total gold than anybody else. There were only 4 of us who'd brought in two slaves. Raul and Greg were both doing poorly, only Michelle seemed to be doing well, and I didn't see her as auction competition. I found it especially interesting that Michelle, Erika's cousin, was the owner of our hosts, Erika and her husband Dale. She was flaunting that ownership openly, keeping her slaves in line with her ready crop. The image of Dale licking her boot would stick with me long after the party was over. By the end of the games, we'd seen most of the house and yard. It was surprisingly warm outside for so late in the year, the temperature probably low 70's outside. During the day it had been in the 80's, and I suspected by the end of the night, it would be cooler outside, a nice change of pace from the balmy indoors. The backyard had a few small privacy tents set up, maybe 10 feet square, which were for rent, 50 gold per hour. Looked interesting. A little privacy might be nice. A lot of privacy might be even nicer. I ran into Michelle during our travels, and pulled her aside for a few moments. I filled her in on a bit of my slave's training, teaching her some important phrases for the auction later. She looked to be having a great time. "Too bad you're not for sale, you'd be on the top of my list," she teased. "I bet you'd be hard to break." Her emphasis on 'hard' had me going. "For you, a private sale might be in order. Being your boy-toy for a night could be interesting," I told her, brazenly running my hand down her skin-tight leather clad side. "I've got a feeling you're going to have your hands full as it is. I wouldn't want you all worn out come play time. That wouldn't be fun," she had a riding crop in her hand that she rubbed the inside of my leg with, using it to raise the front of my leather wrap. "Careful, kitten, this is like a kilt. Nothing underneath but Jack," I warned her. "Mmm. I like the sound of that. We may have to play after all. Of course I'd have to invite Erika; she'd kill me if I didn't." Damn, talk about hard sell. "You pick the date, and I'll be there with bells on." "No bells needed. This outfit would do just fine." She leaned in close, her face a bare inch from mine. "Are you teasing me, or would you really like to play sometime?" "Could Amanda play too?" I asked, getting worked up over the idea. Michelle's eyes opened wide. "Would she be willing?" "Perhaps. We're exploring new areas of our relationship," I confided. "That explains the Teri thing, I guess." She smiled devilishly. "Anytime she's willing, the offer is open. Why don't you see if you can make it happen?" "I think I'll do that," I told her. "Pretty wild night, you guys have concocted here." She laughed. "I'm guessing we ain't seen nothin' yet." I turned to walk away, but she halted me with her crop, and drew me close. Very close. "Open your mouth," she said softly, "and close your eyes." I did as she requested and felt her finger between my lips. She left something in my mouth. Michelle pushed my chin up until my lips met. "A little gift. To help make sure you're ready if this party gets as wild as I think it will." Then she pressed her lips against mine gently. "Have fun, tonight, handsome." I went back to my girls and we wandered through the house with about 1/2 an hour until the auction. You could feel the growing excitement in the air. We settled into a dim corner of the study with a pile of pillows, watching the interplay around us. Troy showed up with Kayla at his side, and sat down with us. I enjoyed the sight of her sidling up to us, her silks shifting sexily. I was sitting on the ground with my girls beside me, and the view from below was riveting. "Did well in the contests," he said, sending Kayla off for some more paga before settling down with us. "I'm up over 400." If he thought 400 was doing well, that made me feel even better about our chances. "Good. That gives us over 2700 total. Let me give you an added 1000 to buy these two with." I counted out the large 50 gold coins. "That leaves me 840 to bid on Kayla. If I need more, we can work it out." "1920," he said, counting his coins. "I hope it's enough. Any strategy?" "I can't think of any. It all depends on the order they come up. I figure Wendy, Penny and Sheila will go for big bucks. But there's no real telling." He nodded. I saw that Teri was squirming for my attention. "Something you'd like to say, Kajira?" She stretched out against my leg, her hand stroking my thigh. "Mandy will be expensive, Master. Don't worry about this girl. Save your money for Amanda. If I come up first, let me be sold. You can always trade for me later." "Master?" Mandy said softly, seeking my attention. "Speak." "If Teri comes up first, buy Teri. If you pass on Teri, and someone outbids you for Mandy, you'll have neither of us. Buy Teri, Master," she was very un-slave like in the way she was so adamant. Teri was being bad. Her hand under my wrap was very naughty, brushing gently against my cock. I responded strongly to her touch. Kayla had returned with our mugs of paga, and I pushed Teri away, "Behave, slave." With a giggle, she crawled over to Troy. She pressed her body against his, and I saw him smile. "This girl hopes you can buy all of us, Master. We'll be good Kajira. I may wear white, but I'm sure I can make you happy." Kayla seemed to be in a good mood. She passed Troy his mug, then stroked Teri's long, luxurious hair. "She is beautiful, is she not, Master?" Troy's smile grew even wider. "Too beautiful, I fear. We have the three most beautiful women here. There will be many Masters trying to buy them away from us." Kayla sauntered over to me, and took over Teri's previous place. Her robes opened somewhat, giving me an eyeful of side boob, and a brief peek at her nipple. "Such strong Masters. I'm sure you'll have us serving you well, soon." She looked up at me, her eyes blazing. "How may I serve you, Master?" Her hands were on my thigh, reaching under my wrap, teasing me. "This girl lives to serve. I looked over at Troy, who was oblivious to our actions. He was laying back on the pillows, with sweet Teri draped all over him. Her leg was over his, and her hands were reaching inside his vest. Her lips were pressed against his neck, while his hand caressed her exposed back. God, that girl was trouble. Mandy was sitting beside me quietly, watching her friend. I reached over and gave her a nudge. "Kajira, that Master holds your fate in his hands. Perhaps you should help your sister convince him you're worth buying." She gave me a mysterious look, hard to decipher. A tiny smile lifted the corners of her mouth. "As you please, Master," she said softly, crawling across the pillows. The look from behind was too good to be true. Damn, I was a lucky man. I might have not realized it for the last few years, but the recent changes had me lusting after my wife like an infatuated teen. Amanda's departure seemed to be the sign Kayla had been waiting for. Her hand slid upward, stroking the inside of my thigh. She didn't stop until she reached as high as she could, the back of her hand brushing my balls. "How may I pleasure you, Master? I'm willing to serve you in any way you wish." She licked her lips slowly and sensuously. I felt her hand move, and her fingers traced the length of my hardness. "What would you like Kayla to do?" Jesus. This was beyond my expectations. Way beyond. I thought our slaves would be friendly, even allow a little fondling or caressing, but Kayla was forcing me to reassess everything. I wonder if Troy knew his wife's intentions. "For now, that is nice. After the auction, I believe I may rent one of those tents, and see if you deserve to be in red silk." She crawled up my body, her hand underneath my wrap all the more obvious. She was kissing my chest. She looked up and whispered, "This girl would like that. Very much." She moved higher, pressing her lips to my ear. "Kayla would like to submit to Master totally. If she's going to be a slave, she'll be the best." Then her lips were on mine, kissing me. I kissed her back fiercely, a Master's kiss, while my hand reached inside of her robes, squeezing her breast. Her hand was clutching my cock, squeezing. Kayla? I'd never have expected anything like this from her. She hardly even flirted, normally. I figured her for almost as uptight as Amanda. But now? The red silks, the touching, the kissing. Fucking incredible. I heard the tinkle of bells, and looked up to see one of the cute servants hired for the party, walking by, ringing a bell. "Auction in 10 minutes. All slaves please report to the Auctioneer." I looked over to find the other three sitting up, straightening their outfits. Mandy had to be very careful, any wrong movement and she risked showing off quite a bit. Kayla released me, and sat up as well. "Buy Kayla, Master," she said fiercely. "Kayla needs to be owned by Master Jack." I laughed, and gave her a pat on the rear. "Go prepare to be bought, Kajira." My girls stopped by for a kiss, which I happily bestowed. "Remember," Teri whispered, "buy Mandy whatever the cost." Troy stood and straightened himself. He was obviously erect. I shouldn't talk, but at least my outfit didn't show it quite so badly. "Damn. You're going home with both of those tonight?" he laughed. "Naughty slaves have been talking, I guess," I smiled. "Yes, and I assure you, Teri will not be wearing white again." He shook his head. "You lucky, fucking bastard. I don't know if I'd survive an evening with that pair." He grinned. "Then again, what a way to go!" Chapter 2: Wives Bought and Sold The main room was filling quickly. We found a place a little ways back from the auction platform, with my back to the corner. Looking around I started to get anxious. It looked like there were several small groups forming. I hope they didn't have the same ideas we did. We didn't have long to wait. Michelle took the stage, all dolled up in her dominatrix outfit, black leather lace-up bustier, leather panties, black fishnet stockings, knee high laced boots with 4 inch fuck-me heels, and black gloves. She had a riding crop in her hand, and was guiding a woman dressed up as Princess Leia to the stage. The room may have been dark, but the stage was brightly lit. The slaves on auction would be on full display. Michelle attached the slave pole leash to Leia's collar, then turned to face us. "Before we start, I'd like to lay some ground rules. The safety and comfort of our slaves is paramount. I'll remind you that no slave can be made to remove any clothing. Also, any slave can end their servitude and become a free person simply by removing their collar, and nobody may interfere with their doing so. Finally, all slaves tonight have a common safe word. We understand that sometimes a no uttered by a slave does not necessarily mean no. But any slave that speaks the safe word must be heeded. The safe word is 'lavender'. I'm going to repeat that, 'lavender'. If your slave says lavender, stop what you're doing immediately and find out what your slave's limitations are. Any Master who loses a slave because they remove their collar will not be reimbursed. Any Master who does not heed the safe word will be stripped of his slave and any other slaves, and will be dealt with severely. No slave may be gagged, since that would inhibit their ability to use their safe word. Are the rules clear?" She got a half-hearted chorus of yes's. "Let there be no mistake. Every Master present, raise your hand if you understand and agree to these rules." All the hands were raised quickly and the auction began. Michelle faded into the background, and encouraged our Princess Leia to move for us, with a nudge of the riding crop she was holding. Pilar had made a good choice. Her slender figure fit the outfit well, and the hair buns on each side of her head were picture perfect. Her costume wasn't the most creative ever, but her husband's full body Jabba the Hut was side splitting. I wonder how long it would be before that came off. He had to be miserable. The bidding started out at one hundred, and there were a lot of bidders. You could feel the excitement. Someone was going to own this pretty girl, with who knows what consequences. The bidding escalated, first by 20's then by 50's. In the end it became a bidding war between Victor and Jerry, the eventual winner. It ended at 650, which seemed a good price. She looked great, and for the first sale of the night, I thought it wasn't too bad. With each Master starting with 500 gold per slave, and another couple of hundred from the contests, you'd figure somewhere around 600 would be the average going price. We went through two more rapidly, Tasha Evans dressed up as a vampire's blood slave, with a hot red dress that did a very poor job of covering her body, and bite marks on her neck, wrists and breast cleavage. She was our only female black slave, and I figured the exotic allure of owning her would increase her price. Never mind that she was gorgeous. IMHO. During her posing, we all got a clear view of the miniscule pink thong she wore underneath. Quite lovely. She went for 700 even, a bargain. Poor girl went to Cole, who was a crude dick under the best of circumstances. She didn't seem pleased. I couldn't help but think for a moment that if I hadn't committed to buying back my wife and our friend, I could have owned her. Maybe her and that sexy blue girl. If only. If my counting was correct, there were 16 female slaves being auctioned off to 11 male Masters. If they all went for over 600, with the most prized slaves probably going for nearer 1000, there wouldn't be enough cash to go around. Tasha was followed by Savannah, Cole's wife, with a crazy comedy outfit, huge fake breasts under a wet t-shirt, an enormous fake ass, and a strange headpiece that made the top of her head look flat. She was supposed to be her Mad Scientist's experiment to create the perfect girl. She wasn't bad looking, but her outfit was the least revealing, least slave-like, and completely obscured her real body. She topped out at 480 gold, even though she worked hard to drive up her value. Obviously, more skin sold better. I was caught off-guard when Kayla came up next. She looked hot, and posed nicely on the stage. I stayed out of the bidding at first, and jumped in when it slowed down around 500. At 660, there were just two of us left bidding, and Greg, who my wife detested was the other one. I couldn't let him have her; Amanda would never forgive me. I'm not sure what her problem with him was. Sure he could be a smartass, but for the most part he didn't seem all that bad. Admittedly, he was an obnoxious drunk, but he was usually pretty quick to apologize the next day. Thankfully, he bowed out at 720, and our partnership had its first success. It had me worried a little, that we might not be able to afford the other two. I thought she was attractive, but the thought that she went for more than Tasha was worrisome. I went up to the stage, paid my 720, and leashed my new slave. She followed me docilely to my corner, and I gave her the additional 120 I had remaining, and instructed her to take it to her husband. She returned to my side, turning her body to the crowd around us, laying beside me. "Thank you Master, for buying Kayla." I reached out and caressed her shoulder. "A bargain at twice the price." She pressed her lips to my side, her hand moving up the inside of my leg. "Kayla will work hard to make sure you continue to believe that." Her hand had reached its goal, and once again I felt her warm fingers stroke me lightly before they encircled me. She dropped her voice, falling out of character. "I was so worried that Greg would outbid you. I couldn't stand to be touched by that bastard. He makes my flesh crawl." Her too? Greg wasn't popular with the ladies, obviously. Our first male of the evening was on the block, Dave Moore. I was still surprised that he'd consented to be a slave. He was a big, athletic guy, and I imagine there were a few wives present who wouldn't have minded being leashed by him. I wasn't really interested in the bidding and gazed at my red silk girl. I wondered how much was act, and how far she'd really be willing to go. I slid my hand inside her silks and cupped her breast. She purred delightfully. "I don't make your skin crawl, Kajira?" I teased, squeezing her tit softly. She kissed my chest again, her tongue lingering. "Your touch makes my skin burn, Master." I squeezed her nipple. "No safe word?" I teased. She let go of my cock, and moved up my body. "Silly Master. There is nothing you could do to your willing slave that would have her even contemplate that horrible word." She finished by placing her lips over mine. The kiss was delightful, and while I kissed her, I saw the bidding for Dave conclude. Even in the relative darkness of our corner, I was aware of a few prying eyes. There were others who did not find the sight of purchasing a male slave interesting. I pushed her away, "Remember your place slave. Now tend me, while I follow the proceedings." She moved down, her back to our potential audience, covering up her actions. She quickly slipped her hand between my legs, and stroked me slowly. "Yes, Master. Kayla knows her place." Someone would have to be standing directly over us to see what she was up to. Good girl. I was surprised to see that one of the servant men was paying for the slave, then he pulled Dave to the side and stayed with him. I put two-and-two together, and figured that Michelle had bought Dave for herself, through a servant proxy. She had to have over 1500 gold, since she had started with two slaves and had seemed to do well in the contests. Then again, she also had access to the gold coffers. Who knew what her limit was? Wendy, our buxom, barely-clad cave girl was escorted on stage, and I sat up. This would be interesting, I expected her to go high. She was struggling against her chains, putting on a great act, dropping into a low crouch and looking out across the audience. With all her movement, and her frightened poses, we had several chances to see glimpses of her bare breasts and her excited nipples, when her meager top would shift out of the way. She had a dynamite body, and within an instant her price was already the highest of the evening. At 800 there were still three people bidding on her. Things were getting heated up. Raul dropped out of the bidding at 900, leaving Greg and Michelle's proxy still bidding for her. Michelle finally won at 1020. About what I was expecting price wise. I had secretly hoped that Greg would win, since it would take him out of any bidding war for my girls, and Wendy seemed to get along with him as well as anyone. I was a little surprised that Michelle had bid so actively for her. She'd shot her load early, spending around 1500 for her two slaves. Kayla had been watching the bidding with interest, while her devilish hand kept me on edge. "Lucky slave. I'd much rather be owned by Michelle than Greg." "You'd rather be owned by a woman?" I teased. "Versus Greg? No question. Plus, she does own a handsome male slave. The possibilities are intriguing." She leaned down and kissed my side. "Of course Kayla is much happier to be owned by her true Master. She would choose nobody else." I caught my breath when I saw my wife escorted on stage by Michelle. God, she looked hot. The house got quiet, and even before the bidding was officially opened, I heard Greg shout out "One Thousand!" A GOR-y Halloween Party Damn it. Just what I was afraid of. Amanda was standing tall, almost haughty. Michelle leaned in and swatted her thigh with her riding crop. "Display, slave of Gor." Amanda looked shocked, but she straightened obediently, opening her legs a little more than shoulder's width, placing her hands behind her head and turning her face to the side. Even from where I could sit, you could see she was blushing. "This slave comes to us from the second-earth, Gor, and still needs breaking in. A barbarian slave girl. Who offers 1050?" "Eleven Hundred," Raul yelled out. "Eleven Fifty!" Greg bellowed. "Twelve hundred," Raul replied. I suspected Raul was our most likely competition, I was worried that we wouldn't have enough money for Teri if it went much higher. Both of these guys had brought two slaves, plus whatever they'd managed to earn in the contests. "Thirteen," Raul answered. I saw a disappointed Greg, sit down, and chug whatever drink he was working on. I was glad to see him out of it. Michelle walked around Amanda, running her riding crop along the inside of her thighs, raising the front of her burlap tunic to show the edge of her tiny brown thong. "This slave is unbroken, waiting for a true Master to tame her. Are there no real men here tonight?" Michelle teased. There were a lot of very attractive women in the building, but Amanda was Amanda. TV star good looks. The face of an angel. A body straight from the pages of Playboy, built for sin. And she was for sale. I had no doubt these men would be secretly picturing Amanda under them, when they were enjoying the fruits of the evening with their own wives. "Fourteen hundred", Troy announced. "Fifteen", "Sixteen," Raul and my partner went back and forth. I was surprised that Raul had that much, I didn't think he'd done that well in the contests. Troy looked over at me quizzically. I nodded emphatically. "Seventeen Hundred," Troy responded, standing. The room was quiet for a few seconds, before Raul answered again. "Eighteen." The whole room was riveted, watching the auction pan out. Michelle was still controlling things, "We have 1800 from the Orc Lord. Surely this juicy piece is worth that and more." She ran her crop along the inside of Amanda's thighs, making her tremble. "Nadu," she said sharply, and Amanda quickly dropped to her knees, hands turned up on her thighs, head tilted back, exposing her collar. Her legs were open, displaying her tight panties, hinting at what lay within. I could see the people in front leaning forward for a better look. She had her eyes closed, trembling. "Nineteen Hundred," Troy said. "Nineteen hundred," Michelle laughed, caressing my wife's hair. "A bargain for such a delicious slave. Imagine, owning the legendary Amanda, even if only for a night." She squatted down behind her, and I saw her hand slide into my wife's tunic from the side, caressing her belly. Raul was leaning over talking to John Peters. Shit. I guess we weren't the only ones working as a team. "Nineteen Fifty," he said. Troy made one last effort, for the works. "Nineteen Eighty." "Two Thousand," Raul replied. You could hear the murmuring through the crowd. The bidding was nearly double what Wendy had gone for, and I thought she'd be one of the most expensive. It was a disaster. We were out of it. Troy shook his head in frustration, and sat down. "I have two thousand gold from the Orc Lord. Any more bidders? Anyone?" She looked around, waiting for a few seconds. "Sold! For two thousand gold. Lucky beast, come claim your prize." I was devastated to see Raul jump up and high five John Peters before leaping onto the stage to put his leash on my wife. She looked at me nervously, while she was led offstage. What was it they said about the best laid plans...? The next three slave auctions passed me by in a daze. How was I going to get Amanda back? Raul was decent enough, I actually like the guy, and I didn't think John Peters was trouble, but still. Most of the crowd seemed happy and boisterous, and it didn't appear that the other men were having too much difficulty dealing with selling off their wives. I guess I was alone in that concern. I had completely missed Mindy, a Chinese Concubine's, sale, as well as our host Dale. I couldn't think straight. By the time I was paying attention again, Penny was being bid on. Hers was by far the most daring outfit there, having arrived wearing nothing but blue body paint and a thong, as one of the Avatar females. She was tall, almost 6 foot, with long hair divided into two long strands that struggled to cover her breasts. I expected her to sell well, but feared that too much had been spent already. Her husband hadn't bought anybody yet, but couldn't bid on her. Only Greg, Troy, and Victor didn't own slaves yet. I was surprised that Greg didn't bid much on her, he dropped out early. In the end Victor was able to purchase her for the bargain price of 650. The same price as Princess Leia. Gold was already growing scarce. I would have paid 1000 for her. Easily. Kayla had stopped her 'tending' duties, and was trying to console me. "We'll still get Teri, and we'll figure a way to trade for Amanda after the auction," she reassured me, adding a belated "Master." I knew that only Greg had the gold remaining to bid against us for Teri, unless Elliot, Penny's husband teamed up with somebody. Even then, we should be able to outbid anybody. Small consolation. Michelle called for a break in the auction. "We've reached the halfway mark, and will take a short refreshment break. The auction will start again in 10 minutes." Troy came over immediately, "Damn, that was crazy! Nobody's going to have any gold for the end of the auction, the way things are going." Troy was a numbers guy, a CFO of a good size company. I was still surprised to see him pull out his smart phone. "The way I figure it, it's not likely anybody has more than 400 left, except for Greg and Elliot. Kim, of course, but I figure she'll spend hers on Darius." "I'm going to check on something, I'll be back in a second. Kayla, stay with Troy." "Gladly, Master," she said to my retreating back. I located Michelle. I had an inkling of an idea. "Hey Michelle, I have a question?" "Sure. What a deal with Amanda, huh? Two thousand? I didn't think anybody would go for much more than about a thousand, maybe 1200," she said. "The rules looked like there might be other ways to earn gold. Other than the contests. Are there?" She laughed. "I was wondering when somebody would pick up on that. There are a few. We'll have some slave contests later, of course." Her grin made me think she was still holding back. "And?" I asked. "The servants may be sponsored. As you can imagine, this party ended up a lot more expensive than we thought. Dale is less than happy that we blew our budget. By a lot. So, if anybody were willing to help sponsor a servant, we have 6 of them, they could earn some gold." "How does that work?" I asked. "For $100, you own that servant. Not like a regular slave, but as a working slave. Of course, as their Master, you get preferential treatment. You receive 100 gold, and you can cash out any gold tips they make for dollars. One dollar per gold. They haven't earned much so far, but once the auction is over, I expect their tips will improve. It could net you a lot of gold, but it could also get expensive." "I'll take them," I told her. "Which?" she asked. "All of them." I pulled out my pouch, and counted out a dozen Morgan dollars. "These are worth about $50 each, if you'd like I'll change that for cash after the party. I didn't bring a wallet with me." I offered her the coins. She seemed surprised. "What are you up to, Jack?" "I'm going to figure out a way to get my wife back," I explained. "Come on. Raul won't be a bad Master. Are you sure she wants to be bailed out?" "I'm not certain, but if she does, I want to be able to do it." She counted out 600 more gold for me. "That should go a long ways with what you already have. I figure there's going to be some bargains at the end, everybody's shooting their wad early." "That's what I'm counting on. Maybe a two for one deal, or something along that order," I told her. "Good luck." She seemed to have something else on her mind. "You know Erika is still up for sale. If Greg tries to buy her, I could really make it worth your while to outbid him. I have a few gold in reserve, and would pitch in up to 300 if you do. Any more than that and I'd be cheating." "Why did we invite him anyway? None of the women here want to have anything to do with him. At least I know Amanda, Teri, and Kayla don't. And now Erika." "We all love Alice. We put up with him for her sake." She checked her watch. "Gotta run, auction's about to start. Teri's going to be up first after the break." "Thanks, Michelle." "Your welcome, handsome. And remember what I said about Erika. She and I would both be grateful if you kept her out of Greg's hands. Very grateful. I might even let you be in charge. We both tie up very nicely." She gave me a sexy smile. "She's up after Teri." "Got it. I'll do my best." I returned to Troy. "Teri's next. Spend what you have to, and afterwards, I'll take whatever cash we have left, and see if I can't expand our harem, if that's cool with you." I hung onto my extra 600. "Got it. It's mostly your money anyway." I cornered two of the female servants, and filled them in on their new ownership. They had almost 30 gold between them, which I promised to cash out. I gave each of them a silver dollar. "It's worth about $50, almost $30 in silver value alone," I explained, taking their gold coins. "I'll cash it out after the party if you like, or you can keep it." They seemed happy enough with the deal. "After the auction, we can talk again." Michelle was announcing the start of the bidding, and I had to leave them. Teri was led on stage, looking too sexy for words in her skimpy outfit. The way I figured it, we might get off lucky. With Sheila and Erika still to go, and so much of the gold already out of play, the bidding might be light for Teri. I was right. Greg didn't even try once Troy started bidding, and Elliot bowed out at 700. I knew he could afford more, but my guess was he was holding out for Erika or Sheila. Maybe Alice or even Denise. Their loss was my gain. Troy went on stage to retrieve Teri, and a few seconds later she came crawling over with nearly 1500 gold in her hand. She had to lean over Kayla to give it to me. My red silk girl was back to her tending duties. "I can't believe you didn't buy Amanda," she said, sounding cross. "I know. We only had 1980, and got outbid. But I'm working on a plan." I gave her a kiss. "I'm glad we got you back, now go to Troy, I've got some buying to do." She looked at me, curious, but held her tongue. At least for a moment. Teri saw what Kayla was up to, and a wicked smile broke out on her face. "Someone's being naughty," she teased. Kayla giggled. "Master needed tending. Care to come help me, Kajira?" Teri sighed. "I wish. Our other Master needs some attention as well." She turned and went back to Troy. Erika was already up to 600 with both Greg and Elliot bidding on her. Elliot dropped out at 700, and I outbid Greg at 850. 550 out of pocket. That still left me with over 1400. It also earned me a glare from Greg. Oh well. I went up on stage, and leashed Erika. She was looking incredible in a black leather corset, with a black body-stocking underneath. The corset left her breasts exposed, and you could see her perky nipples through the fine mesh top. After Penny's avatar costume, it was probably the most revealing, only Wendy's cave girl giving her a run for her money. I brought her back to my corner while Darius, the last of the male slaves went up for auction. I still found it odd that two of the arguably best looking men at the party had opted to be slaves. "Thank God you bought me, Jack! I don't know what I would have done otherwise. Remind me, why do we even invite Greg?" She asked settling in beside me, opposite Kayla. Kayla was still up to her tricks, with her hand under my wrap, which Erika noticed with a knowing grin. "Alice," I reminded her. She rolled her eyes. "Almost doesn't seem worth it. I owe you one." She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. "How can your lowly slave ever repay you, Master?" "I'll think of something, Kajira." She chuckled. "I bet." The bidding had stopped on Darius at 300. Kim didn't have any competition, since Michelle was tapped out, and Lisa couldn't bid. He was intimidating looking; imagine Dwight Howard as Kunta Kinte. Stripped to the waist, ragged rough-spun pants shredded just below the knees, a rope for a belt. It didn't seem fair. "Four hundred," I said loudly, surprising everyone. Kim glared at me. "Four Fifty," she said. Erika was pressed against me nicely, her hands active on my chest. "What are you doing?" she asked "Draining the cash pool. I know she has more than 500, and he's the last male available," I explained. "Four Hundred and Eighty," I announced. "Five Hundred," Kim immediately responded, angrily. I let her have him. I really had no interest in a big, black field slave. Especially not one who looked like he could break me in half. I expected Kim would enjoy owning him. Sheila, our hot, young Dranei was escorted out. I looked over and saw Greg standing up, looking over at me for a second. Once again he jumped the gun. "Five Hundred," he announced. Even before she was leashed, Elliot was countering the bid, "Six hundred." They were bidding in hundreds, indicating this might go high. Michelle was already asking for the next bid. "Six-fifty," Greg growled. "Seven hundred," I called out. "You want her?" Erika asked. "No, but I don't want Greg to get her too cheaply." "Seven-fifty," Elliot had countered, and Greg raised it to 800. The way I figured it, Greg only bid on girls he really wanted. With Penny, Erika and Amanda gone, Sheila was probably the most desirable slave remaining. In this crowd of mostly over 30's, her fresh youth went a long way. "Eight-fifty," I called out, looking over at Greg and smiling. He looked apoplectic. "One Thousand!" Sheila looked at me hopefully, as did our auctioneer Michelle, and I felt a momentary pang of remorse when I let her go. He was going to buy somebody tonight. Let it be Raul's daughter, since he had my wife. Served him right. Poor girl. She didn't know this crowd. And had little idea of who she'd been sold to. Let's hope he didn't get too drunk. Only Elliot remained with his money intact. Every other Master had at least one slave, except for Raul and John, who shared my wife between them. I caught my breath. I felt another hand underneath my wrap, looked down and saw Erika had moved lower and was now teasing me as well. "You are both being bad," I whispered, while Michelle escorted the next slave onto the stage. Anybody looking our way, couldn't help but notice Erika's actions. "Should we stop?" Erika asked wickedly. "Just go easy, Ok? Let's not make a mess," I reached down and cupped her breast, through the silky mesh. Michelle's man servant showed up, and both girl's hands retreated for a moment. "I was instructed to give you this," He said, placing 6 of the large 50 gold coins into my hands. "Thank you," I said, adding them to my stash. Erika's payment. After emptying Greg's coffer, everything went according to my new plan. One at a time I bought the remaining slaves, only losing two. Jean Harris, dolled up as a street whore with a drug addiction, went to Elliot for 640. She was one of the skinniest women in the room, and made for a hell of a crack whore. I was able to pick up both of Greg's slaves, his wife Alice and her sister Marie, for under 400 each. They were cute, but their outfits as brutalized, kidnapped women were scarier than they were sexy. They had been the cheapest sales of the night, and didn't seem happy about it. The few people still bidding were waiting for the last girls it appeared. Denise, the sexy Night Elf was probably their target. After I fetched the first of the sisters, Erika and Kayla ceased their overt fondling of me, to my displeasure. After that, I let Rex outbid me for Jewel Peters, who was dressed as a Roman Sex Slave. I was saving up for Denise, the last auction of the night. Everyone with any money left was bidding on her, but at 500 gold, there was no competition remaining. She was mine. Earlier in the evening she might have gone for 800 or more. She was extremely sexy as a waifish mesh-bikini clad Night Elf, and the ears were teasingly exotic. I imagine there might have been some bitterness toward me by my fellow masters. Only Rex and Michelle had two slaves. Troy and I had six between us. And I still had almost a hundred left. Oh well. Next time, they should bring more than one slave of their own. Michelle was onstage, calling an end to the auction. "It seems it is time for our Masters and their new slaves to become better acquainted. I would remind everyone of the house rules, and the safe-word 'lavender'. Try to behave yourselves. That's somebody's wife you own, and somebody now owns yours. Think 'Karma'. We'll be having a few contests later in the evening. They'll be announced each hour, on the hour. Chapter 3: Basic (Slave) Training The party had started at 8:00 pm, and it was already past 11:00. These parties usually lasted until after 2:00, with many people staying until 4:00 am or later. I wondered how many contests we'd have. I rose and waved Troy over, "Let's find a quiet place to get things sorted out," I told him. We headed over to the study where we'd camped out earlier, and found that we had it to ourselves. I blew out two of the candles in the room, leaving it barely illuminated by one. I called our new slaves over, standing over them. "You are now slaves of Gor. I hope you have an inkling of what that means. We will not harm you, or abuse you, but we expect you to obey. Kayla and Teri will train you on what's expected. Troy will work with you as well. You will refer to him as Master, and as Master only. Am I understood, slaves?" The girls nodded. I looked at each one in turn, waiting for a response. I started with Teri, and Kayla, who each answered, "Yes, Master." Looking at Erika, she nodded, "Yes, Master, Kajira Erika understands." I smiled. Someone had been doing her research. The other three answered in kind. I left Erika and Denise with Teri, Kayla and Troy, pulling Alice and Marie to the side. "It's lucky for me you both went so late in the auction. I could have never afforded you during the first half." They hadn't looked happy with their outcome, but they seemed to perk up at that. "You think so?" Alice asked. I glared at her. "How do you address me?" I said menacingly. "Master! Sorry Master. Do you think so, Master?" "I'm certain. Seven or eight hundred each, would be my guest. With some changes to your outfits, maybe as much as a thousand," I explained. "Changes, Master?" Marie asked. "What kind of changes?" "They are good, don't misunderstand me, but they don't show you as well as they could. They are scary, more than sexy. Blood, dirt and gore hide your beauty, and the outfits themselves should be more revealing, sexier," I explained. Alice glared at her sister, "I told you so," she whispered. "It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Everyone was broke when we came up for sale," Marie argued. "Slaves, I'd like to make you more attractive, but only so far as you're willing, given the house rules. Would you go with Kajira Teri and modify your outfits? Call it vanity, but I wish my slaves to be the most desirable in the house." A GOR-y Halloween Party "Modified how, Master?" Alice asked nervously. "I'll let Teri work with you on that, she has a knack for it. If you're willing." The sisters looked at each other, then turned back to me. "Whatever Master desires," Alice answered for both of them. "Excellent. Wait here." I went to Teri and pulled her out of her training session. I explained to her what I wanted, and gave her an idea of my expectations. "Yes, Master. Teri understands. She will prepare the new girls for you exquisitely." I pulled her close, kissing her. "Thank you, sweet Teri. I know you will." "Master, may this girl ask a question?" "Speak." "Perhaps, will Master tell this girl about his plans for winning back Kajira Mandy?" "Perhaps," I told her with a smile. "After." She hugged me tightly, "Thank you Master. I miss my sister already." She drew away, and I watched her take the new girls in tow, and disappear upstairs. I had one more task to do, before I could enjoy my new slaves. I hunted down the servant girls, drawing the four of them together. They were a veritable smorgasbord of young beauty. Fiona, the pale red-head; Erin, the tanned, blonde athlete; Beth, the buxom brunette; and Jazmin, the milk chocolate skinned, slender runner, with legs that seemed to reach to her chin. Thank God they weren't on the auction block, it would have wreaked havoc with the economy. "Ladies, as you may be aware, I'm your sponsor for this evening. Any tips you receive from the guests tonight, I will purchase off of you, one dollar for each gold." I checked with the two girls who I hadn't caught up with earlier, and received another 36 gold from them. I gave them each a silver dollar. Again, I explained the value of the solid silver coins. I drew out four more and gave them each one. "The slave that was sold for 2,000 gold, do you all remember her?" They all nodded quickly. "Excellent. I want one of you watching her at all times. This is in addition to your regular duties. Fifteen minutes each, then switch off and report to me. Understand?" They all agreed. The pretty redhead, Fiona, asked, "It this Ok with Michelle and Erika?" I nodded. "My slave Erika will be told, and Michelle is the one who sold your services to me. I'll make sure there are no recriminations." They agreed, and the built brunette, Beth, took the first watch. I left them feeling a little better about the situation. A little. I returned to the study, sitting down next to Troy, while Kayla put her understudies through their paces. I watched them work their way through half-a-dozen poses. "Want to fill me in on your plan?" Troy asked. He sounded a little miffed. "Sorry I couldn't tell you earlier. I managed to get my hands on nearly 1000 more gold, including 300 if I agreed to buy Erika when Greg tried to get her. After that, I thought we should get as many of the slaves as possible. That way, we can keep Teri and Kayla, maybe Erika, and trade the remaining for Amanda. Once they've been trained up nicely and made as desirable as possible." "Denise is a cutie, but I don't know how far adding Alice and Marie are going to go toward getting Amanda back," he said. "Face it, Marie is anorexic and Alice is just plain fugly." Fugly? Anorexic? Kind of harsh. Alice had a dynamite body, and Marie looked like a model. Not everyone was going to measure up to Amanda, but I thought they were both more than Ok. Very doable. He continued, "Now if you add Erika to the offer, I don't know how they could refuse." "We'll see. I'm hoping the newness and fun of owning Amanda will wear off in the next hour or so, and having three new slaves instead of one might be enough. Plus the sisters thing should be worth something." While we were talking, Erika and Denise came over and knelt at our feet. "Test them, Masters," Kayla said with a smile. "Nadu," I barked. Both girls quickly assumed the appropriate position. "Your turn," I told Troy. "Tower," he said. The girls closed their legs, turning their palms down, and sat upright. "Bara," I told them. Erika assumed the correct position, on her belly, with her ankles crossed, and her wrists crossed behind her back. Denise left her arms to her sides, until Kayla reached down and pulled them onto her back, crossing them. "Don't embarrass me, slave!" Kayla hissed. She used a leash on Denise's rear to get her point across. The girl squirmed at the impact, but remained silent. Denise was still wearing her cloak, and Kayla bent down to remove it. "This is just getting in the way." I stopped her. "Remember the rules, Kajira. No slave can be made to remove clothing. Besides, I like it." I got up and knelt between them. "Do you understand what this position is for, Kajira?" I ran my hands over Erika's butt cheek, giving it a squeeze. Erika answered swiftly. "For binding, Master?" "Precisely." I pulled out some leather strips from my pouch, one of a dozen I'd come prepared with. I quickly encircled her hands with it. Turning, I did the same to Denise. Moving to their feet, I bound their ankles. "How do you feel, Kajira Denise?" I asked. She whimpered. "Helpless, Master. Helpless and scared." "Good." I took a moment to stroke her thigh, feeling her squirm beneath my hand. I sat back down in my place. Troy grinned and got up. "Do you know the command 'bracelets'?" Kayla answered, "Forgive me, Master. I did not instruct them on that one." Erika spoke up, "Kneeling, hands crossed behind the back, Master?" "Excellent. Yes. Let me assist you." He stood over Erika's legs, leaned over and pulled her upright into a kneeling position. Then he turned and did the same for Denise, getting her to gasp when he did so. "Leash," he said quickly, and both girls obediently turned their heads to the side, lifting their chins and exposing their collar for leashing. He grabbed Denise's chin which was facing away from him, and turned her to face him. "You face the Master, whichever side he's on. Understood?" He said it quite forcefully. "Yes, Master," Denise whispered, and I could see she was trembling uncontrollably. I moved beside Troy. "Shall we untie them? I would like to see some more positions." We put them through their paces for a while longer, before allowing them rest. Erika seemed to take to her servitude eagerly, but Denise looked terrified. I drew her aside, sat down and gestured in front of me, "Nadu, Kajira." She took the position, kneeling in front of me, legs open. Not wide enough, but the moment wasn't right to correct her. I moved closer, kneeling in front of her, one of my legs between hers, and I lifted her face by the chin, so she could look at me. "Relax, Denise. It's just a game. You're too tense. Let yourself go." She only seemed to tremble more. "Take a deep breath, and tell me what's bothering you. Forget about the slave thing for a moment." She took a couple of breaths, then I saw a little of the tenseness disappear. "Are you getting even for Raul buying Amanda?" she asked timidly. I laughed. "Not at all. You're one of the sexiest girls here. I was excited to be able to put my leash on you." She looked at me angrily. "No I'm not. I'm the plainest girl you bought tonight. You could have bought Wendy if you wanted, or Sheila. I was just the dregs at the end." I looked at her hard. "Stand up." She stood slowly, inches from me. "Now turn around, slowly." She turned, her head on a swivel, watching me watch her. "Lift your cloak out of the way." It reached just a bit below her ass and blocked my view. She pulled it to the side, and held it in her arm, letting me see that her bottom only had a simple chain running up between her cheeks, connecting to the waist band. "Sit," I instructed her. She sat before me, her legs tucked to the side. I moved beside her, my arm across her belly, hand on her waist. "You're beautiful. I've always thought so. The thought of owning you is making me hard." She gasped, pulling away from me. "Why would you say that? Why tease me? I see your other girls, like Erika and Alice. I have no tits, and no ass. I never thought you could be so mean, Jack." "Stop being ridiculous," I snapped. "You're beautiful. Having you kneel before me, dressed like that is driving me crazy." I moved my hand to her bare thigh, stroking it softly. "I want you so bad I can taste it." She squirmed under my touch. "This is crazy, Jack. What are you doing? We're both married. Am I supposed to just forget all that and give myself to you?" "I'd like that very much," I told her smiling. I stood and took her hand. "Troy, I'll be back in a minute. I hope you don't mind me leaving you with the Kajira." "Don't hurry back," he laughed, while the two women openly stroked his hardness. He appeared to be quite demanding as a Master. I could understand Kayla, of course, but Erika? She was certainly adapting well to the role of slave. I wondered about her outfit. Was there something about her I didn't know? Did submissiveness come to her naturally? Denise looked to be in shock. I took her hand in mine. "Come on, let's see what's going on at the rest of the party." It was as I'd hoped, a few minutes of wandering and we could see all kinds of craziness going on. Everyone seemed to have different ideas of how to treat their slaves. In a corner I saw a Master being fed, his hand straying all over his slave. I saw another slave sitting between her Master's legs, facing into the room while he massaged her bare shoulders. I wondered which of them was really the Master. Peering into the dining room, a male slave was lying on his back, while his mistress straddled him. They were both still dressed, but the way she was rubbing herself against him, they might as well have not been. Tasha was dancing for her Master, and a couple of others, while their slaves appeared to be waiting their turn, kneeling at their Master's sides, clinging to their legs. I was tempted to stay and watch. At least half the party was nowhere to be seen. I imagine the privacy tents were getting their fair share of use. Probably most of the rooms as well. At that moment Beth came hustling up to me. "I've come to report," she said sweetly. "Go ahead, please." "She's outside on the porch, nothing too crazy. At first they seemed to be happy being seen walking around with her. Now they have her explaining all the Gor posing positions to them, and then they've been taking turns making her do them. Her outfit isn't helping of course." She looked so cute, bouncing on her toes while she explained everything. "Pretty crazy party, huh?" she said with a smile. "Makes me kind of wish I was a guest, and not working." The big zipper on her leather dress was calling out to me, straining. I reached over and grabbed the handle. The young girl watched me, surprised. "You are too sexy to be completely hidden away." She gasped softly as I slowly pulled the zipper down almost to her belly button. The top opened, displaying her young flesh. The lower the zipper went, the more it gapped, until the pink of her areola were just starting to show. "That's so much better. Move carefully, or you'll be giving some of these guys heart attacks." "Yes...Master," she said breathily. I pulled out a gold 20 and slid it inside the girl's top, pressing my hand against her tender young breast. "Thanks for the report, I'll see you again in an hour." I took the dazed Denise by the hand and walked over to the window out to the back porch. I opened the blinds for a better view, and we could see Amanda on her knees, hands spread, head to the ground. The men were walking around her, and we saw Raul lean over and caress her butt cheek. In that position, the front of her tunic opened wide, and we could see the side of her breasts quite clearly. Her panties covered very little of her perfect ass. "Slaver's Caress," I explained. "Doesn't that bother you?" Denise asked, leaning against me. "More than it should. But like all the women here, she can stop it at any time. She wouldn't even have to take off her collar. Do you think Raul would force her to do anything, if she told him to stop?" I asked. She hesitated longer than I would have hoped. "I...I guess not," she admitted. "Does it bother you to see him with her?" I asked. "A little. Not as much as I thought it would." I put my arm around her, walking around the dancers, where Jean the Crack Whore was dancing salaciously, rubbing herself against each of the men in turn. Her top was untied and her small breasts were hanging free. The music piped through the rooms encouraged slow, sexy movements. I enjoyed the view. "And this is what's happening in the open. Who knows what's going on in those tents, or anywhere else in the house?" I reminded her. "Compared to what's happening elsewhere, I'd say Raul is remarkably restrained." Back in the study, I could see Troy was enjoying himself. His wife was going down on him, while Erika looked on from only inches away. I went over to the lone lit candle, blowing it out, leaving us in the dark, only stray light from the hall and from the windows lighting our way. I sat down on the pillows in the other corner, and guided Denise down into my lap, sitting sideways. She came to me easily enough. I held her in my arms. "It's one big fantasy. Everyone pushing the boundaries, the women free to be the amazing sexual creatures they are, with no recriminations. Is that so bad?" She had settled down, and I could feel her warmth. She leaned against me. "Why me, Jack? You have five other girls. Erika would be doing that for you now, if I weren't here, wouldn't she?" "They both would," I told her softly, nuzzling my face against her hair, my hand on the inside of her thigh. "Why me?" "I want you. I always have. And now you're mine. It's as simple as that." I turned her face to mine, and kissed her lips softly. I felt the tip of her tongue brush against my lips. When we finished, she lowered her head. "Why are you explaining all this to me? Why don't you just order me to service you?" she asked, squirming nervously in my lap. I put my hand on her breast. I wasn't rejected. "On Gor we have many types of slaves. White silk slaves are virginal, and their privates are off limits. Red silk slaves are pleasure slaves. Yellow silks are for tavern servants, where the price of your drink includes their use. The rare black silks are for slaves born and bred as passion slaves. Grey is for domestic slaves, who are little used." My hand was squeezing her tiny breast gently, and I could feel her hard little nipple responding. "For tonight, I let my slaves choose their own silk colors. If you choose grey, you will not be manhandled. If you choose white, your panties are safe, but not much else. I'm hoping you'll choose red." "Amanda wears brown," she murmured. "She's a new capture, once I take her home she'll wear nothing." "Teri's in white." "Only because it looks good on her. When Amanda and I take her home tonight, I assure you, she'll no longer be white silk." "I still don't understand, Jack. You have Amanda. And it looks like you have Teri, too. Every man is jealous of you. We're all jealous of your relationship. Why would you do this?" She nodded to the side, where it appeared Erika had taken over what Kayla had been doing. "I feel like chopped beef compared to the prime rib you sleep with every night." I held her softly. "Things aren't always as they seem, are they? Would it shock you to know that our marriage has been on very shaky ground? I may sleep beside her every night, but I'm lucky to sleep with her a handful of times a year." She looked surprised. "You too?" I nodded solemnly. "Until a couple of nights ago, I may have had the most boring sex life in this building." She laughed softly, sadly. "I doubt that. The bloom is off the rose in our house as well. It's been over three months." "I find that hard to believe, Denise," I told her, giving her a warm squeeze. "Harder to believe than Amanda not getting nailed every day?" she asked. She had me there. "Or Bob leaving Teri?" I added. "I wonder what's wrong with all of us?" I shook my head. "Since we're sharing secrets, I'll confess. Our problem, at least for me, has been variety." "Variety? You're looking for something else when you have her?" she sounded a little irritated with me. "I'm looking for something else WITH her. For nearly 10 years, she's been the most boring lover imaginable. Only missionary. And she only puts up with me, almost never responding." I shook my head, "God I must be drunk sharing this with you." She looked at me warmly, her hand moving across my chest. "I'm sorry, Jack. And I promise, this will stay between us." I laughed it off. "It's not all bad. When Teri decided to join us for the party, and they practiced their 'slave' roles, things in our house took a decided turn for the better. Last night was the best sex I'd had with my wife since we've been together. She surrendered as a slave, and she came for me, and allowed me to have her in new ways. Having Teri there with us made it all the more exciting. She even participated a little, and it only seemed to drive Amanda crazier. I think we've had a breakthrough, and that's why I was trying to buy her back, because things may still be a little shaky." "I guess that explains Teri's attentive behavior," she said. I lifted my hand to her breast again, cupping it softly. "But somebody's husband was determined to stop me." She frowned. "Not my idea. Believe me. The last girl I wanted him to buy was Amanda, although from what you're saying, if she's frigid, that could be a good thing." I shook my head. "I don't think she'll be frigid tonight. She's exploring a new side of herself. Raul and John may have hit the perfect night to buy her." I realized after I said it, that it might not have been what she wanted to hear. Denise didn't seem to take it wrong. "I don't know what's wrong in our house. I don't. It's been three years now. I deny him nothing, and try to be open to him, but he's shut down. Once in a blue moon he gets amorous, and it's usually good, but I know that he's not happy with me. I just don't know why," she sounded so sad, on the verge of crying. She felt warm in my arms, and I was hard, holding her. I squeezed her breast. "I wish I could tell you I had some kind of answer, but obviously, I'm not the one to ask. Although I will say that last night Amanda and I talked for the first time ever about a lot of things that had never come out. It was good." She nodded. "We don't talk. Not much. Hell, I don't think I've had a conversation with him in years, that bordered on the honesty I'm sharing with you." I leaned down and gave her a kiss. "You know I really am crazy about you. I have been for years." She grinned, nodding shyly. "I know you like me. And I appreciate it a lot. You make me feel good, attractive. Wanted. I still don't know why me, but I'm not complaining." She took my hand in hers and brought it to her mouth, kissing my fingertips. "I like you too, Jack. A lot." She kissed the palm of my hand. "I'm glad you bought me." "You are attractive. Beautiful. And ridiculously sexy. I want you so bad it hurts." She put my hand back on her breast, turned and kissed me. It was different, intimate, loving, not passionate, but promising a lot more. "So are you ready to choose your silk color, beautiful Kajira?" I asked softly. She had been sitting in my lap sideways, but she turned and straddled me. "If I choose red?" she asked coyly, pressing her crotch against me. I reached behind her, spreading her cloak out before sliding my hand between her legs, and cupping her pussy. I gave it a squeeze. "What do you think?" A GOR-y Halloween Party She slid off my lap, and reached under my leather wrap, her eyes glued to mine. I felt her small hand against my cock, and her fingers wrapped around it. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered. She stroked me slowly. "May I see it, Master?" I flipped the loose outer end back, then pulled the other side out of the way. I was hard as a rock for my lonely little elf slave. Not too surprising, the way things had been working out. Her hand continued its slow stroking, and she moved closer, watching me carefully. After a few more strokes, she got up and straddled me again, spreading her cloak out behind her. The top of her outfit was a see-through white material, with half a dozen silver chains spread across it, meeting at the top, and spreading out below. It was tied to her with a thicker twisted silver chain wrapped around her body. The bottom had a similar chain, with the same clear material, and just a few vertical chains running from the belt between her legs and up the back. I could see the slight change in color where a small mound of pubic hair was mostly hidden from sight. Those chains were rubbing against me, and I lifted her by the ass, raising her high enough for me to reach between her legs and pull the material to the side, exposing her. She caught her breath loudly. "Those chains were rough against my skin," I explained. "Sorry, Master." She kept her hips raised as if in invitation. I rubbed my cock against her, and she whimpered softly. "What silks will you wear, pretty Kajira?" "Choose for me," she said softly, "Master." I laughed softly, rubbing the head between her moist lips, nudging her open. "I choose red for you. Will you accept me as your master, Denise?" She leaned forward and kissed me softly. "Denise is Master's red silk slave." My cock was poised and I pulled her down roughly, penetrating her to the hilt. She cried out sweetly. "Master!" "Wrap your legs around me, Kajira," I commanded. She unfolded each one, sitting down more fully. "Too much," she said with a grimace. "Stay still now, and squeeze me with your treasure." She wrapped her arms around me, her head tucked into my neck. I felt the warmth of her sheath squeezing around me. From behind, with her cloak covering us, it would look like a simple hug. "Perfect," I whispered, caressing her ass cheeks with my hands. "Amanda's a fool." She continued squeezing me, making me feel incredible. I lifted her face and kissed her fiercely. She kissed me back, and I felt her hips grind down. I pulled my lips off of hers. Her tongue reached out to me, begging for more. "Now stay still." I lifted her top over her breasts, exposing her small tits, not much more than bumps on her chest, capped with the cutest erect nipples. I took one in each hand, pinching them softly. She stopped her motion, and I tensed my PC, hardening, moving inside her. Over and over I did it, pumping the blood into my swelling cock. "God," she gasped. "It's growing inside me, stretching me. I can't believe how big you are! How can she resist this?" "How does it feel to be owned, Kajira?" "Wonderful, Master," she groaned softly. I lifted her ass up, making some room between us, and thrust up into her repeatedly, until she was quivering. "Master...master...master," she groaned at each new thrust. I thrust up hard, and felt my first slave orgasm of the evening. "Master!" she cried out loudly, drawing some giggles from across the room. I lowered her onto my cock, resting, while she caught her breath. I leaned down and sucked on her bare nipple, teasing it with my tongue. So they weren't the biggest. I liked how they tasted. "I would feel your lips on me, Kajira," I told her softly. She slid off of me, and knelt between my knees. Her face was so pretty, I regretted blowing out the candles. I felt her mouth wrap around the head of my cock, and slowly slide down my shaft. "I chose well," I told her, caressing her head. "Anything but red for you would be a shameful waste." She was good at what she was doing. Too good. If she kept it up, I would come, and it was far too early in the night for that. I pulled her up and took her in my arms. "Thank you, Kajira." She held me tight, breathing deeply. "Thank you, Master, for allowing this girl to pleasure you." She pulled away blushing. "And for everything." "You understand that I am not your only Master, don't you little slave?" She nodded cautiously. "I can freely give you to anyone I choose, now that you wear the red." "Yes Master. Denise understands." "I will not pass you around like some cheap tavern slave, but Master Troy is of Gor, and if he desires you, I would give you to him." I felt her shiver for a moment. Then she got up on her hands and knees, and kissed me again. "Whatever Master desires. I only hope that Master is not displeased with this girl." I laughed. "No. Not displeased. Just the opposite. I had to stop you or else I would have had to come in that sexy mouth. But it's too early for that. I plan to use you much more thoroughly." I gave her another kiss. "Now go to Master Troy, and tell him you are red silk." She seemed nervous. I drew her close. "You've freed yourself for the night, pretty slave. The decision is no longer yours. You will be used, and used well, as a pleasure slave. As you should be. Relax and be the sensual creature you were born to be." I gave her a squeeze. "What happens in Gor, remains in Gor. Feel free, and know that what happens here is our secret, unless you should decide otherwise." She nodded, gave me a quick kiss. I held her head and made it a thorough one. Then she crawled across the room. Seeing her tight little ass depart, I was tempted to mount her. Tempted sorely. I heard voices from around the corner, and was soon greeted by the sight of my sweet white silk Teri returning, with our two new girls in tow. I stood, straightening my outfit, and greeted her with a hug. "Let's see how you've done." The room was too dark for a good view. I walked into the hallway where the light was better. I stood before Alice, looking her over. What a difference. All the fake dirt, grime and blood had been washed off of her tan skin. She'd removed her bra, and the tears to her shirt were maddening. The bottom of her right breast protruded almost completely through one long opening, and several small tears on the left side showed more skin than the tattered shirt covered. One oval tear was just to the outside of her nipple, the dark flesh surrounding her nipple slightly exposed. The shirt had been tied tightly at her side, the thin material straining to keep her breasts covered. Her ragged hair was pulled back in pig tails, and her makeup made her look young, very young. Disturbingly so. Teri was a devilish genius. I walked around her, and couldn't help but reach out and touch her ass. Her jean shorts had been shortened, and were in tatters. Her right butt cheek was completely exposed where a large tear went from the bottom all the way to her belt. Her tiny white panties were clearly visible. "Amazing," I told her. "I'm torn between protecting you and ravishing you." I smiled at her, "I should warn you, the urge to ravish you is winning." She blushed, "Thank you, Master." I turned to her sister, who, if conceivable, looked even better. Marie was rail thin. Tall and without an ounce of fat on her body. She had a dancer's figure, no surprise, since it was her profession. Her dress was torn almost completely off, starting just below her breasts. It exposed her entire body, down to her protruding hip bones. You could count each of her ribs. The tattered remnants hung down below the edge of her hip. The bottom was torn at an angle, drooping halfway down her thigh. I reached in and caressed her side, walking around her, taking in the erotic view. Looking closely, it was obvious she was braless. I raised the bottom of her shirt in back, and saw that she was naked below as well. Her hands moved behind her to cover her butt, then amazingly grabbed the bottom of her outfit, and held it up for me. I caressed her skinny naked ass. Moving back in front of her, I looked into her pretty face. Her hair was loose and wild, her eyes painted dark, her lips unadorned by lipstick. Her features were sharp and angular. She looked liked she'd been locked in a basement and starved. I sure as hell had something I'd like to feed her. "Jesus," I whispered, "You are unbelievable." "Is something wrong, Master?" she asked softly. "Wrong? I can't let anyone see you like this! It'll cause a riot. I can barely keep from throwing you down and ravaging you myself." She giggled. "Master shouldn't resist his urges." I took her and her sister by their hands and dragged them into the study after me. Back in my favorite corner, I commanded Teri. "Nadu." She dropped to her position. I looked over at the two new slaves. "That is the most common Gor slave position. Nadu. Now do the same." The girls got in position on each side of Teri. I couldn't resist looking between Marie's open legs, seeing her sexy little pussy, obviously moist. "Kajira Teri, fetch Erika." She came back moments later with Erika at her side. Erika dropped to her knees. "How may I serve you Master?" "For the moment, I would have you teach these two the positions, and the ways of Gor." "Yes Master. Kajira is honored that Master would trust her with such delicious belongings." The girls seemed willing, much more so than Denise had been, and it was quite a sight to see Marie's body exposed as she moved from each position to the next. I drew Teri to my side. "Damn, girl. What a change! You did well." She giggled. "Thank you Master, they clean up nicely don't they?" "No way Greg deserves them." "Master is pleased with Teri?" she asked teasingly. "Need you ask?" I pulled her close, speaking softly. "Have you and Amanda made plans for us, after the party?" She climbed into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder. "Mom has Becky until Sunday night. I'm yours all weekend, Master. Amanda's idea." "Delicious. Have you two concocted any more schemes, Kajira?" "We stay in your collar all day Saturday. Yours to command and use however you want, Master." "I want to feel your hand on me, slave girl" I told her softly. She chuckled, sliding her hand inside my wrap. "This girl would ask a favor, for later, if Master pleases," she said. "First girl has earned it. Ask." "When we're home, don't be afraid to ask me to do things with Amanda." She giggled when my cock swelled in her hand. "Naughty things," she teased. "Jesus, girl, where have you been all my life?" She pressed her lips to my chest. "Just down the block, with the wrong Master." Her lips trailed down my chest to my waist. Then she moved back up kissing me on the lips. "Now that I'm in your life, I hope we can find a way to make it more than temporary. Master." "I'd like that." "Would Master like to have both Amanda and me whenever he wants?" she teased. "It would be a dream come true," I admitted. "Then make sure that she gets most of your attention, and mine. As long as she comes first, maybe she won't mind me being a somewhat permanent fixture." "Hardly seems fair to you," I told her. "Silly Master. I'd gladly be your fuck-toy, to be used however you want even if it meant my only purpose was to suck your cum out of your gorgeous wife's cunt and ass." "You're driving me crazy," I confessed. "Driving YOU crazy! I'm dying to feel you fill all my holes and drown me in your juice." She kissed me again. "But now, I think Master has some new girls that need breaking in, if we're going to get Kajira Mandy back." I sat up, just as Jazmin, one of my watchful servants, came in. She approached and knelt down beside me. "Your girl is in one of the privacy tents, giving lap dances for 50 gold. She's very good." I could see her watching the new girls work through the positions. "Fiona is by the tents, collecting payment when they're in use. She'll keep an eye on her." Lap dances, huh? Things were moving ahead quickly. We didn't have much time to waste. "Thank you Jazmin, I appreciate it." She smiled for me. "Anything else you'd like me to do while I'm here, Master? Anything at all?" These young girls were killing me. "As much as I'd like to, I think my hands are full at the moment. And Erika would kill me if I monopolized all your time." "Aren't you at least going to adjust my costume as well?" she asked with a mischievous grin. I reached over and slowly pulled her zipper down. She was much smaller upstairs than young Beth, and even after pulling it down as far as her panties, it stayed mostly in place, exposing the swell of her small breasts, but not much more. I pulled out a gold 20, and slipped it inside of her dress and panties. "Thank you, Jazmin." She stood, carefully testing her outfit. It was fun to watch her wiggle, and see how much it exposed. She seemed happy with the new look. "This should help with the tits. I mean tips." She opened the top, showing me her breasts. "If you feel like expanding your harem later, look me up." God, she was brazen. Teri whispered in my ear, "I'd love to see you bang the hell out of her, while I sat on her face." I laughed out loud. "You are nothing but trouble, Kajira! Why did I ever think you were sweet?" "Only stating the truth, Master," she said saucily. Erika seemed to have finished with the girls and they were seated together talking. I sat down with them. "Ladies, you now have a choice to make. Denise has already made hers." I explained the selection of silk colors to all three. "I'm leaving it up to you to decide your colors." Erika was quick to respond. "Since I'm wearing black already, black silk would seem appropriate," she told me. I grinned. "You know black silks are rare and very difficult to earn." She reached for me, sliding her slim arms around my chest. "Erika would like Master to determine for himself if this girl is worthy of the black." I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. "Black it is, for now. We'll see if you've earned the right to keep them by the end of the night." She whispered in my ear. "When this party is over, you can test me all you want." She pulled away from me. I looked over to the other two. "Any thoughts? Whatever you decide I'll abide by." Alice looked a little hesitant. "What does white really mean?" "Your bottoms stay on. Everything else is pretty much fair game." She looked over at her sister. Marie smiled, "This girl would wear red silk for her Master." Damn. "You understand I'm not your only Master here? Troy is your Master as well. And I may very well trade any one of you off later." "If you trade me, then Gor rules no longer apply?" she asked cautiously. "Your new Master would have his own rules." I told her. She smiled sexily. "Then this girl would wear red silk, as long as she is a slave of the Masters of Gor." Alice poked her. "Marie!" She laughed. "I'm single, not tied down to some jerk. Let's have some fun. Wear red with me, Alice!" She hesitated. "I can't. He'd kill me." "Fuck him. He bought that big tittied college girl. What do you think he's going to be up to?" Sounded like Marie didn't think any more of Greg than the rest of us. Alice glared at her sister. "Let's not talk about that." She turned to me, "Master, I...I'd like to wear white." I reached out and cupped her full breast, making her gasp. "You understand what white entails." She looked at me, then pulled my hand off of her breast. To my surprise, she lifted her shirt, and put my hand back on her exposed tit. "I'll wear white for you tonight, Master." "For both your Masters," I reminded her, grasping her nipple between my fingers. She closed her eyes, squirming while I tugged on her nipple. "This girl will wear white for the men of Gor." Erika laughed and gave her a hug. "We're going to have so much fun tonight." She turned to me. "Master, if it would please you, I have some colored silks I could get. Perhaps you could tie them to our collars, reminders of our position?" "That would be nice, Kajira. Do it." She hopped up, and took off. I turned to Teri. "And you, saucy girl. Why don't you check on how things are going with Amanda?" "Yes, Master." She got up and left me with the sister slaves. "Come," I addressed Alice and Marie, "I wish to get to know my slaves better." I retreated to my cushions. "Kajira Marie, belly." I patted the ground to my side. She laid down beside me, on her belly, legs apart, hands to her side. "Kajira Alice, slave lips." I gestured to my other side. She dropped to her knees, leaning forward, her lips presented. I kissed her. I started softly, and when she responded, increased my ardor, probing her mouth with my tongue. She moaned softly. I pulled away and pressed my lips to her ear. "I'm going to play with your sister now. Then I'm going to use her. Prepare me for her." I pulled back my wrap, exposing myself. She looked at me with something akin to fear in her eyes. She looked down below my waist. "But I'm white, Master." "Your shorts will remain intact. Your hand and your mouth are mine to use, sweet slave. You may start with your hands." "Must I remain kneeling, Master?" she asked, her hand moving slowly forward. "No, be comfortable. But do a good job." "Yes Master," she said softly, stretching out beside me, her hand encasing my cock. I sighed in pleasure, then turned to the patiently waiting Marie. I reached down and stroked her skin, lifting the bottom of her dress, and grabbing her tight ass. "Thank you, Master," she said softly. I could hear the eagerness in her voice. I took my time playing with her, while her sister stroked my hardness. Her skin was amazingly soft, and it was a pleasure to touch her, caress her, learn her body. "Slowly, Kajira Alice. Just keep me ready." "Yes Master," she answered. "Marie, do you know the 'She Sleen' position?" "Yes Master." "Assume it." She rolled over, her head to my feet, on her elbows and knees. I reached for her leg and tugged her closer, and she moved so that her bare bottom was pointed right at me, raised high, accessible. I lifted the scraps of her dress, and pushed them up her body, until they slid down and were gathered at her shoulders. I reached out and ran my fingers across her cheek, down her crack and eventually between her legs, feeling her moistness. She was definitely enjoying this. I probed her slit, toying with her, watching her squirm. I slid two fingers inside of her, playfully. I moaned, against my will, when I felt Alice's mouth replace her hands. God, that felt nice! While I diddled her sister, Alice made sure that I was more than ready. "Marie, Nadu." She got up and saw me gesturing toward the space beside me. She knelt down facing me, and I gently turned her to face her sister. I reached between her legs, sliding my fingers inside of her. "Your sister is preparing me for you. Thank her." "Thank you, Alice," she said softly. "Come closer," I told her. She scooted as close as possible, then leaned in further. I moved my mouth close to her ear. "Have you seen her do that before, sweet slave?" "No Master." "She's talented." "It appears so, Master." "Are you as talented, slave girl?" I teased. "I believe so, Master." "Help her." "Yes Master. Thank you." She moved down between my legs, and I watched Alice's eyes follow her. Marie moved her face closer, reaching out with her tongue, bathing my balls. She rose up higher, her sexy mouth kissing the bottom of my shaft, while her pretty sister's face move up and down. She extended her tongue and licked me, then I watched in fascination as she reached for her sister's head. Marie stopped Alice's movements and pressed her cheek against her sister's. In tandem, Alice slowly took me deep into her mouth, while Marie licked my shaft just below her sister's stretched lips. A GOR-y Halloween Party Erika chose that time to appear with the silks in hand. She had already wrapped a black scarf around her own collar. She grinned as she leaned down and threaded a red scarf through Marie's. Then she moved around the girls and carefully worked a white scarf through Alice's. She came up to me and leaned down for a kiss. "Don't forget this slave, Master." "That would be impossible. Your turn will come soon." She hopped up and walked across the room to give Denise her scarf. Marie took control. She pulled her sister up off my cock, and took it in her own mouth. Alice lowered her face and took over the licking, still working together. Soon they were taking turns, sucking me aggressively, using their hands and mouth. Alice was able to take my entire length, forcing herself down, sliding my aching cock down her throat. She'd pull away gasping, and her sister would do her best to do the same. Marie would push and gag, but couldn't take all my length. She was not as talented as her sister, but I gave her points for trying. I had been determined to use Marie, but I couldn't stop this blow-job for the life of me. Even when Teri came in, kneeling beside me. "They have her in one of the tents, where some Masters and even some of their slaves are paying to dance with her. Hands are doing a lot of wandering." "Does she seem distraught?" I asked, moaning as Alice took me deep again. "She seems Ok with it, I guess. Her hands are very quiet, but she doesn't seem to be resisting or complaining at all. She dances nicely. If I had to guess, I think she enjoys being the center of so much attention." "The first competition should be soon," I told her. "We'll see what we can do afterward." I turned back to where the sisters were doing there remarkable job. "That's enough, slaves. Or else Master will be coming soon." Teri was cuddling me, watching the sister's performance. "He said stop Kajira." Alice pulled away, gasping. "Thank you, Master. Alice has prepared master for Kajira Marie." She leaned down and sucked me gently, loathe to stop. "She Sleen, Kajira," I barked to Marie. Marie got back on her knees, presenting that sweet ass to me. Alice lifted up. "Use her well, Master." I moved behind Marie, and slid my cock into her. She moaned sweetly as I plumbed her depths. I started slowly, getting used to her tightness, then fucked her harder, driving into her. She was so nice to use, her narrow hips fitting my hands perfectly. Alice came over and knelt down beside us, facing me. She reached out for her sister's ass, squeezing her cheeks and spread her open lewdly. "Master looks so big, abusing her scrawny body," Alice teased. She gave her sister a delightful spank. "How is it, sister slave?" Marie groaned loudly, "Amazing. You're really missing out." I stroked her a while longer, then pulled out of Marie and held my cock out to Alice. She hesitated, then moved closer, taking me in her mouth. I slid between her lips a few times, then returned to her sister, deep stroking her. Teri was parked on my other side, holding me. "That will be me soon, won't it Master? Pound Teri like that." For several minutes I switched back and forth between Marie's tight pussy, and Alice's warm mouth. I was in heaven. I pulled out. "Sula, Marie." She was slow to respond, seeming a bit dazed, but she turned over onto her back and spread her legs wide. I lifted her thin stalks to my shoulders, and entered her again, thrusting hard. Teri moved down and pushed the girl's dress out of the way, leaning in and sucking on Marie's tits. Between the two of us we had her moaning loudly. I opened her legs wider, in a large V, driving into her ferociously. She moaned loudly, "Coming..." She was right, her body shook while her orgasm rolled over her. I loved having her come on my cock. I eased back, wanting it never to end. I gestured Alice closer, and had her rest her head on her sister's belly, mouth waiting. Again, I switched between the two, spending longer between Alice's lips, before returning to hammer away at her sister. On the very first stroke back into her, Marie cried out, and I felt her exquisite release. I watched Teri get up and start dragging two of the flag poles together, stringing the material between them, creating a visual barrier from the door. She sauntered back, glancing up at me. "She's too noisy, bound to attract attention." "Quiet her, Kajira." It was wonderful to see her lower her mouth over my sex slave's lips. I heard the tinkle of a bell, and turned to see the servant girl Fiona enter the room, walking around the makeshift barrier. "The dancing competition begins in 5 minutes." She stood there a moment, letting her eyes grow accustomed to the dim light. Then she came over and stood beside me. "So this is where the real party is," she said softly. "Wow!" I looked at her, slowing my motion inside of Marie. "Kneel here." I pointed beside me. She obeyed without hesitation. I reached over and unzipped her dress down to her belly button. She was nicely stacked on top, and her breasts were in imminent danger of falling out. Even more so when I peeled the top back exposing her tit. I grabbed it, squeezing gently. "You can tell me no," I told her softly. "Yes," she smiled devilishly. I pulled out and Alice's mouth engulfed my cock. "Kiss me," I told the servant girl Fiona. She leaned in and kissed me warmly, while my cock was sucked. As I was kissing her, Alice released me and guided my stiffness back into her sister. Fiona pulled away, then stood, guiding her breast into my mouth. I sucked her hard little nipple, while I fucked darling Marie as hard as I could without losing that perky tit. Fiona shifted and gave me the other one. I reached up under her skirt and grabbed her ass, squeezing her young cheek. I slid her panties down enough to feel her bare flesh. My hips were on auto-drive, plowing away at the helpless slave beneath me. I couldn't hold back any longer. I bit down on Fiona's nipple, wrenching a gasp out of her, while I slammed into Marie, filling her with my hot seed. When I was finished, I pulled out, to find eager Alice's mouth on me again, sucking me clean. I kissed Fiona's nipple gently. "Sorry about that." "Fuck 'sorry'. I came when you did that." She grinned. "I'll be back later." She started to turn away. "Oh yeah, your girl is dancing with anybody who has 20 gold. Sometimes two or three at once. She's getting groped pretty good. But she's still dressed. More than I can say for this crowd." She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. "Save something for the help." She walked away. I looked down to see Teri straddling Marie's face. No wonder I hadn't heard anything from her lately. Alice got up and gave me a kiss. "That was intense." Marie's legs were open lewdly, my juices dripping from her. "Looks like somebody needs cleaning up. Wouldn't do for her to dance like that." I said to Alice. She blushed. "Please Master. No," she said softly. "She's my sister. Don't make me do this, please?" Her pleading was pitiful. I took her face in my hands, and kissed her lips softly. "Of course not. I don't want you doing anything you're not comfortable with." She hugged me. "Comfortable is not the problem. Sucking your dick after it was inside of her wasn't comfortable, but I don't mind expanding my horizons a bit. Going down on her would be different. Bad." She smiled. "Master." "I understand. And I'll stay within your limits, as long as you make them clear. Thank you." "Mmm. No, thank you Master." Coming to an understanding was nice, but it wasn't getting Marie any cleaner and our time was running out. "Kajira Teri, please clean up Marie, the contest is soon." She stretched adorably, then climbed off Marie. "Of course Master, my pleasure." She settled down between Marie's legs, and went to work. I sat down beside Marie's head, caressing her pretty face. "How are you, Kajira." Her eyes opened, searching for me. Alice was using Marie's own outfit to clean the poor girl's sloppy face. "God, that was incredible! I never came so much or so hard. You can be my Master any time." She grabbed my hand in hers, squeezing it, clutching it to her breast. "The contest starts soon. Will you be Ok?" She had closed her eyes, and was writhing under Teri's ministrations. It looked so sexy, I thought about blowing off the contest, and doing her all over again. Of course, I still hadn't had my way with Erika, and that was near the top of my to-do list. And then there was Amanda. It looked like I wasn't going to get an answer from Marie, who was spacing out on me again. I grabbed Teri by the hips and dragged her off of the poor girl. She was strong, and clung to Marie's thighs like an octopus, her mouth working its wonders. I had her completely in the air, and had to shake her to make her let go. Alice was giggling at us. "Enough, Teri! When did you become such a wild thing?" She wriggled out of my hands and turned, leaping into my arms. "Master, how about me?" she pleaded. I held her tightly. "You're my special girl, Kajira. I'll only fuck you when Mandy's with us. These other slaves are just for fun, and just for tonight. You are more than that, understand?" She hugged me. "I understand, but you just wait until this collar comes off. I'm going to get my revenge. Master." Chapter 4: Assessing A Slave's Worth I peeled her arms away and set her down. "Let's go. We'll be late for the contest. Who is going to dance for us?" She grinned. "It's not really fair is it? Marie's a professional. How's anyone supposed to compete with that?" We were walking to the main room, where the dancers were lining up with Michelle. "So nobody's going to try?" "I will. But don't laugh. And Erika has something special in mind," she leaned into me, giving me a hug. "Wish me luck." I turned and was almost bowled over by Marie. She hugged me tightly. "What do I get if I win, studly Master?" "How does a weekend at my place sound, with you, Amanda, and Teri all under my leash?" She grinned. "Sounds like all the incentive I'm going to need." She gave me a quick peck. "I've been practicing for this Master, choreographed and everything. Tonight, there's no one but us. I dance for you Master, and only for you," she whispered and ran off to join the competitors. Only six girls opted to compete, and three were on my coffle. None of the men got up on stage and I can't say I blamed them. Of the three women I didn't own, Amanda was one. Tasha and Penny were the other two. This should be good. Teri was right. It wasn't fair. Don't get me wrong, all the girls were beautiful and sexy, and had the men calling out for more. There was a lot of tit jiggling and ass wiggling, and a hell of a lot of skin showing. Erika got creative, and was tied to the slave post, by her hands and feet, and she put on the sexiest show I'd seen in ages. Clearly, she had practiced. Homefield advantage. But then Marie took the stage. She was sexuality made woman. Beautiful, graceful, and barely clothed. Her turns were poetry, the arch of her neck, the extension of her arms, the way she held her hands and pointed her toes. A minute into it, the house was dead silent. Her movements picked up pace, frenetic, needful, beyond erotic. She managed to reach down and hold her dress in place when it was most necessary, giving us flashing glimpses of her well used pussy, and sweet young ass. You could see a sheen on her skin, and rivulets of our mixed juices running down the interior of her thighs. Her small tits were almost constantly on display, while her tattered dress struggled to keep up with her. Her dancing told a story in which you could feel her desperation and fear. She struggled to free herself from imaginary bondage, yanking her arms away from the pole she was tied to. Her struggles alone were mesmerizing. Freed, she peered around, then escaped, fleeing from her captors. She moved, stopped, perfectly still, then switched directions. But her running was fruitless. You could feel her captors closing on her, grabbing at her, striking her, knocking her off balance, tossing her around, throwing her to the ground. She struggled free, only to be captured and thrown down again. I heard a gasp from someone in the audience. Her captors used her, viciously, then let her escape for a moment, before capturing her and using her again. Her motions were so real, you could almost feel her being penetrated, her mouth used violently, raped repeatedly on her knees, on her back, on her side. She tried to crawl away, before being thrown on her back. The impact of her fall echoed through the room. Her legs extended, while she gazed in fear at the captors holding her open wide. A look of sheer terror appeared on her face, while her final captor prepared to take her. She'd been silent except for the occasional grunt, and gasp, but now she was trembling. A whispered, "No, please, no" and then she was tensing her body. The remains of her dress slid down her body, leaving her waist naked for the first time. She suddenly screamed out, loud enough to wake the dead. Her body was being abused, pummeled while she cried. "Stop it, someone," I heard an anguished voice fron nearby. The audience was definitely getting into it. Marie's hips recoiled with each thrust, her legs pulled taut. Her muscle control was miraculous, and we could all feel every thrust into her. When her rapist was done, she collapsed, exhausted. She was pulled by her arms to the slave post, and tied back in place. She hung there, well used, and certain to be used again. You could see her sobbing, her body trembling while she cried. Then she abruptly stood up, smiling and curtsied sweetly. The place exploded. Penny won second, and Erika came in third. Minutes after it was all over, my dancer came running over to me, throwing her arms around my neck. She was still gasping for air after her exertions. "Is Master pleased with his slave?" "Incredible," was all I could say. We were swarmed after that, and I lost her to the throngs of her admirers. I had bought her for 380 Gold. I would have paid $1000 for the show alone. Never mind getting to fuck the living daylights out of her. I was desperate to do her again. "See what I mean? Not really fair, was it?" Teri was standing beside me, looking over at where Marie was surrounded by men and women alike. I pulled her close. "I loved your dance." She gave me a poke. "No pity compliments." "Behave Kajira," I reminded her. She stuck her tongue out at me, then smiled. "Worth the price of admission to see that, don't you think, Master sweetie?" "I think we'll all be talking about that one for a long time," I admitted. "Shall we find Raul? I think he might be more inclined to trade after that show," she said, reminding me of my original intentions. We found him easily enough, my wife beside him, on her knees. He'd lost the mask. Couldn't say I blamed him. John was with him, drinking something from a big cup. "So what did you think of Marie," I mentioned casually. "Hottest thing I've ever seen," he admitted readily. "Beats porn to hell and back." John echoed his remarks. "Would you like to own her? Both her and her sister Alice, in trade for the little barbarian slave." I could see him thinking about it, and he looked over at John, who was obviously considering the value as well. "Think about it. You've already owned the prettiest girl here, and now you could have that walking wet-dream too," I told them. Raul grinned. "You make it sound tempting." "That shirt is all she owns. Naked underneath it. When you tire of her, you could probably trade her for any woman in the house, and still keep Alice," I said. I saw John scowl. "Good way to get on Greg's bad side. Not sure I'd like that." "Then trade them as a pair," I urged. "If you'd like, I could offer you Denise as well." John seemed to like the idea of that, but Raul's face clouded. "Might cramp my style," he grumbled. "I doubt that. Talk to her. She's feeling pretty rambunctious right now. You might see a new side of her you'd really like." He kept looking over at Marie, then Alice. "Give us a second, Ok?" "Sure," I told him, while he and John moved away a bit, discussing the deal. I knelt down in front of Amanda. "How's it going, baby?" She smiled sadly. "Tiring. They sure seem to enjoy showing me off and passing me around." "Nobody's gone too far have they?" I asked. Teri was beside her, holding her. "No, they're not bad, really. But I feel like a ripe cantaloupe, getting squeezed by almost everyone here. Didn't see much of you, though, did I?" Teri came to my defense. "We're watching over you constantly. All those servant girls are reporting everything going on every few minutes. I came over and checked in on you, and so did Jack. We wouldn't let anything bad happen." She grinned. "I thought those young girls were a little too curious." "I'm going to get you back, Amanda. Whatever it takes." The men came over and this time it was John who spoke. "Give us half an hour more with her, and then we'll trade her for Marie, Alice and Teri." "Do it," Teri said. "Come on guys! Look Raul, you'll be a hero to your wife. You traded to get her back. Denise, Marie and Alice." I knew I had them, but Teri couldn't leave well enough alone. "And me, until the next contest," she offered. "Starting now." "Done," Raul said. "Hey. Wait a second, you can't trade yourself, Teri." I reminded her. She slid into my arms. "Please Jack. This way it'll be best. She won't be alone anymore, and you'll have us both back in less than an hour." Against my better judgment I agreed, peering up at the clock in the kitchen. It was already twenty minutes after midnight. "We make the exchange at ten 'til?" I asked. "Ok," Raul nodded. I pushed Teri over next to Amanda, "I'll see you then." I gathered Marie, Kayla and Erika together, and lead them back to the study. I hadn't seen Denise or Alice around, and sure enough they were with Troy, already playing. Troy had Denise in his lap and she was riding him. Looked fun. Jeez, the guy had a lot of energy. I led my three over to the corner. I didn't know if I should break the trade news to Marie now, or at the last minute. I realized I had to tell Troy. "Kayla, you and Erika wait here. Marie, you come with me." The girls obeyed, of course, and I moved over to where Denise was bouncing up and down on Troy's lap. "Troy, we need to talk a second," I told him. He reached out and calmed Denise down, until she was sitting almost still. "I made the trade." He smiled sheepishly. "I was afraid you might." "After our dancer's little show, I had a few offers. I've traded Teri away until the next contest, and in about 25 minutes, we're swapping these three for Amanda. Raul wants his wife back." I added the last for Denise's sake. Troy laughed, thrusting up into her, making her squeal. "I can't blame him. You had a taste of this hottie yet? Fucking sweet." I grinned. "Yeah, but not nearly enough. Them's the breaks I guess." Marie was obviously disappointed. "But I won for you, Master," she said sadly. "Yes you did, and you were nothing short of amazing. People will be talking about that dance of yours for years to come. The reward is still on. But I promised my wife I'd do everything I could to get her back. She's being passed around like a sack of potatoes, and two guys sharing one slave is tough on her. The only slave they'll trade her for is you." I pulled her close, willing to offer up a white lie to spare her feelings. "It was that damned dance. Every man in the house wants you now. I could have traded you straight up if it was only John. But Raul was insistent on Denise, and it seemed evil to split up a matched pair like you and your sister." A GOR-y Halloween Party Alice got up and came over, hugging me. "I get it. It's sweet. Who else around here would trade away these two to get his wife back?" I gave her a squeeze. Holding the sexy sisters in my arms, I was almost regretting the deal. Almost. "Raul would. Our plan was to buy each other's wives, but who knew that Amanda was going to go for that much?" That got a laugh from Denise. "Oh, pretty much everybody, that's who. Word was already out you were going to try and buy her back. We couldn't let that happen." Troy spoke up. "Time's wasting. I'll swap you Denise for Marie. I haven't had two minutes with her, and she has my blood boiling." Denise climbed off of his lap, and Troy immediately was tugging Alice's face onto his cock. I kissed Marie. "Go to your Master. Treat him well." I hugged her close. "If I wasn't married, and hadn't already promised, believe me, I wouldn't trade a night of servitude from you, for a lifetime with these others." "Yes Master, thank you," she said quietly. Then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me ferociously, before turning away. I returned with Denise to my corner, settling in between Kayla and Erika. "We're trading Denise and the sisters for Amanda and Teri in a few minutes, slaves. So let's give your sister-slave a proper goodbye." Kayla snuggled up against me. "And then it'll be time for Kayla and Erika to get Master's attention?" "A lot of attention," I assured her. I leaned back, and opened up my wrap. "Pleasure me, slaves." I had a few minutes of a mind-numbing three-way blow job, before I felt the need to use Denise overwhelm me. I pulled her up and had her ride me. I tugged Kayla toward my head. "I want to taste you, beautiful." She pulled her panties off. "Thank you, Master." She straddled my face, and I lost myself in the feeling of being used by these two hot slaves. My thoughts kept wandering back to the reality of losing my cute little slave elf. I slid out from under Kayla. "Obeisance, elf slut," I growled, and Denise got on her knees, thrusting her arms out in front of her. I was aggravated she still had those damned bottoms on. At least she'd removed her cloak. "Slaves, strip her." I leaned down and whispered to her, "I'll stop them if you want," while the girls peeled her bottoms off and removed her top. "Use me, Master. Abuse my naked body. Take me in every way." I didn't need to hear her twice. I moved behind her, and slid my cock into her, fucking her hard. She squealed as I entered her. She looked so tiny and fragile, helpless. I moved my hand down and fingered her little brown star. I looked at my other slaves who were kissing and caressing the object of my need. "Use your own juices to prepare her ass for me," I told them. Kayla needed no further encouragement, and I saw her hand move from between her legs, her fingers sopping wet, and then ease a soaked finger into Denise's tiny butt. I looked over at Erika. She was undoing the leather strap that reached between her legs, and I groaned when I saw her tear a hole in her body stocking. One more opening available. She moved her hands between her legs, and started frigging herself. I stroked into the naked elf steadily while she was made ready for me. Denise was moaning as Kayla brought her other hand into play, rubbing her juices around the fingers two knuckles deep in my sex slave's rear. Erika brought her hand up, and Alice pulled out, making room for Erika's dripping fingers. "Master," Erika whispered, "this may be one of the naughtiest things I've ever done," she smiled for me, "and I've been very, very naughty." Kayla's fingers were back, and she was working one of them in beside Erika's. Denise groaned, "Fuck..." The two girls kept rubbing their twats, and bringing their soaked fingers up for more. Their juices were running down Denise's crack, and she whimpered as Kayla managed to squeeze her second finger into the poor girl's stretched ass. "I think she's ready, Master," Kayla said softly. I pulled out, pointing the head of my cock at her dilated hole, and pushed the head in. "God!" Denise cried out. I pressed forward, slowly sinking into her. Her legs were trembling endearingly. About halfway in, I eased back out, and started the slow fucking, opening her up for more. "Lube me, slaves," I gasped. Kayla and Erika, rubbed their copious juices around my cock, where I entered Denise's ridiculously tight asshole. I slowly made progress, and with only about an inch to go, I grabbed her hips tightly and slammed forward, wrenching a scream out of her. "Fuck, that hurts," she gasped. "Are you Ok?" I asked. Erika snapped at me. "Don't ask her that! She's a slave. Your sex slave. Use her. Pound her ass. Fuck your god-damned slave's ass raw." I smiled. Erika had a strong view of how a slave should be treated. I hope she remembered that later. If not, I would remind her. I took her advice and pounded the tiny body, stretching that poor ass obscenely wide. Erika leaned over and spit hard at where my cock was piercing my toy. Kayla had moved in front of her, and pulled Denise's face down into her pussy. Erika was reaching under Denise, playing with the girl's pussy. I could feel her fingers inside, rubbing against my cock. She laughed. "I can feel you, Master." I groaned, butt-fucking Denise as thoroughly as possible. Moaning continuously, her sounds were muffled by Kayla's flesh. The entire scenario was unreal, reaming this tiny beauty's ass, while Kayla and Erika urged me on, playing along with us. I was strongly aware that I may never have the opportunity to use pretty little Denise again. Such a shame. She cried, out, sobbing, coming hard from being ass-fucked. Impressive. I slowed down, stroking her deeply, while she came down from her high. I lifted her, pulling her with me, as I reclined. My cock was lodged deep inside her rear, and I gasped for breath. Taking a break before I was unable to stay in control. I reached for her tits and squeezed, tweaking her nipples, pushing my hardness deep inside of her. Kayla was lying back, breathing hard, her pussy red where Denise had been tending her. Erika moved between Denise's open legs, and she lowered her face for a taste of her slave sister. "God, oh God," Denise moaned, while Erika teased her. She was breathing hard, and she turned her head to me. Her smile was beautiful, face glowing, strands of loose hair matted with sweat. She almost put my eye out with her long ear. "Thank you Master. I've always wanted to do this, but I was too afraid." "You are amazing, Kajira." "Will Master miss his lonely slave?" she asked wistfully. I was interrupted from answering, when Beth, my servant slave, burst into the room. "Trouble with Amanda," she cried out to me. I jumped up, sending my slave girls tumbling, and took off at a run. Beth was beside me. "At the tents, I heard her say 'lavender'. Several times." Fuck it. Damn that Raul, I'd expected better of him. Chapter 5: The Rescue of a Slave The rest of the party was oblivious to whatever was happening, caught up in their own little world of depravity. I sprinted into the backyard, knocking people out of the way, and Fiona pointed at one of the tents. I burst in, and absorbed the whole scene at a glance. Raul was on the ground, blood running from his nose and lip. John was seated, with Teri in his lap, one arm pinning hers down, the other covering her mouth. She was fighting against him. He looked up and I saw fear in his face. In the middle of the room Amanda was on her back, struggling. Greg was kneeling between her legs, his big ugly mitt over her mouth, his other inside her panties. "Shut up, slave bitch!" he was growling, while she fought him. He turned toward me just as my foot reached his head. I had kicked as hard as I could, and his head snapped back, eyes rolling up into his head, and he fell beside Amanda, out cold. That wasn't good enough. * * * "Jack. Jack. Listen to me Jack, it's over. Jack. Stop." Someone was repeating my name, tugging at my arm. She leaned into my field of vision. "Jack. Look at me!" It was Michelle. "Let go," I growled through clenched teeth. Erika entered my vision, tugging at my hands. "Master," she said. She had her head on his legs, looking up at me. "Master, enough. It's over." She reached her hand up to my face, bringing hers closer. "It's over." She looked nervous, her hands trembling. Her eyes were wet. She kissed me. The bubble burst, and I was inundated with the cacophony around me. I looked up and saw a field of worried faces. Darius was kneeling nearby, watching me cautiously. I turned and saw Michelle still clinging to my arm. "Stop this. Take care of Amanda, Jack," she said softly. I settled back on my heels. Greg still wasn't moving. "I didn't...I mean, he's not..." Darius answered. "He's breathing. We shouldn't move him until he comes to. What the hell did you do to him?" Amanda was in the back corner of the tent, along with Denise, who was topless, and Raul. They were both checking on him, glancing up at me, faces clearly worried. I stood, my legs trembling, and found myself between Teri and Erika, their arms around my waist, each clinging strongly to an arm. I looked around and saw Beth just inside the tent huddled in a corner, with Dale and Troy blocking the entrance, keeping everyone out. It looked like we had quite an audience outside. Man, this was going to be gossip fodder for ages. I was dazed, my heart beating like crazy. My legs were ready to fold at any moment, and I was worried I might fall down. My hands hurt. A lot. Why did my hands hurt? Teri reached for my face, making me look at her. "You Ok, now? You had us worried. You were so angry. You scared the hell out of me." I looked at her and saw her eyes were moist. She hit me with her little fist. "Don't EVER do that again," she said fiercely, and then hit me again. Erika reached out and guided Teri to my chest. Her arms wrapped around me, and I held her. Erika shook her head at me. "Please tell me your Ok, now." "I'm fine, alright? Stop asking. What's the big deal? He had it coming." "Greg did, sure, but why Dale or Troy?" Dale or Troy? What the hell? I looked up at Dale, and saw he had the beginning of a shiner. "What happened?" They brought me over to one of the two chairs where I took a seat. I could process things, finally. Alice was in the tent now, and she and Michelle were rolling Greg onto his back. He suddenly leaned over and vomited profusely, catching Michelle's shiny boots in the process. Teri was massaging my shoulder, while Erika held my hand in hers. "You're not going to go crazy on us again, are you? Darius can handle Greg." Alice was using her white silk scarf to clean up Greg, who looked miserable. He was struggling to sit up, and I could see that his arms were tied behind his back. "Amanda," I whispered. "Shh. I'm here, Jack." I turned my head and she was behind me, her hands stroking my hair, calming me. "I'm sorry." I was choking up, and couldn't see from the tears welling up in my eyes. "No. Don't be sorry. You came in time. Nothing happened. You saved us." She was leaning over me, her arms bracketing my head, her hands rubbing my chest. I could feel her soft breasts rubbing against the back of my head. "I should have been here. I should never have given you up." She leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Hush. It's alright. I'm safe. I'm with you." I reached up and pulled her head down, pressing my cheek against her, while I fought to regain my composure. I felt her tears roll down my cheek, and almost lost it all over again. I took several deep breaths. "Does somebody want to tell me what happened?" I pleaded. "You really don't remember?" Teri asked wondrously. "Nothing much, since seeing what Greg was doing," I told her. It took a couple of minutes for the whole story to come out. In the meantime, the rest of the world was settling down, and the party goers were wandering back to whatever they were doing, each trying to find out from the next what had really happened. I was surrounded by Erika, Teri and Amanda, with Beth standing just a couple of feet away. The story took form in dribs and drabs, as the girls took turns expanding on what actually occurred. Apparently I went a little crazy, threatening John who immediately released Teri, and then pounding on Greg before tying his hands and then whaling on him some more, even when he was down and helpless. Beth had followed me in and witnessed everything. Dale was right behind her, alerted when he saw us running by, but when he'd tried to stop me, I'd attacked him, downing him with a hay-maker. Troy was not far behind, but didn't get in the tent until after Dale was down. He came too close, and they said I'd shoved him away hard enough to send him tumbling over Dale. At some point John had crawled away under the back of the tent. I'd turned my attention back to dealing with Greg, but Beth had intervened, grabbing my arm. I'd tried to shake her loose, and she'd moved in front of Greg, blocking my way to him, before I could do any more harm. It was then that I decided to tie his feet together. Erika and Michelle had followed with Darius in tow, and they tried to calm me down, hoping that I wouldn't fight them like I had Dale and Troy. Darius was ready to intervene if I did anything stupid. They were right. Even half insane with anger, I couldn't hit a woman, no matter how much I threatened, and between the two of them they calmed me down enough to check on Greg. I looked over at Dale and Troy, still blocking the entrance, watching me warily. "Sorry guys. I guess I screwed things up royally." Dale just shook his head. "Yeah, that was kind of fucked up. My cheek hurts like shit." "That's why you don't fuck with a warrior of Gor," Troy laughed. He got a few people chuckling, and it seemed to ease the tension. Beth was still standing nearby. I waved her closer and she stopped, her thigh pressed against my knee. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" She shook her head shyly. "I knew you wouldn't hurt me. I have breasts. You only hit men." She giggled at her own observation. She did have breasts. Nice ones. "Yes you do. Still, I'm sorry." "Apology accepted. You did make me scrape my knee. You might have to kiss it better later." "Where's Raul and John?" I asked. Raul was sitting behind me and to the side, in the other chair, his wife doting on him. Still topless. His daughter Sheila had joined them. John had made his escape. That's when I heard the whole story. Greg had gotten wind of the upcoming trade, through John's big mouth, and had insisted on buying one last 'dance', with Amanda. He'd rented out Sheila to one of the guys inside for a while, to get her out of the way. Seems like Troy and I were the only ones not renting our girls out. Dancing with Amanda, Greg had started groping her more than ever, reaching into her outfit and between her legs. She'd tried to stop him, finally shouting out 'lavender' repeatedly, her safe-word. That's what Beth had heard, and sent her running to me. When Raul tried to intervene he'd been knocked flat by the much bigger Greg. The asshole then slapped Amanda to the ground and when Teri had stepped in he'd threatened to beat the hell out of both her and John, if John didn't shut her up. John wimped out and shut her up. Spineless ass-wipe. I should have pounded him too. Greg had started in on Amanda then, and she'd shouted out her safe-word again, and screamed for help, but he'd quieted her and climbed on top of her. He'd opened his pants and was tearing her panties off when I'd shown up. Teri was doing the explaining, when Greg abruptly cut in. "That's bullshit. She wanted it man, she was all over me. That struggling shit was just part of the game." "Hitting Raul was part of the game?" Teri snapped. "Asshole should have kept out of it. I'd paid for her." "I screamed 'lavender'," Amanda yelled at him. "I told you to stop it!" "Slaves don't get to say no," he smirked. I started to get up again, but eight soft hands pushed me back down. "Don't," Teri warned. Beth moved in front of me, preventing me from getting up. Erika tugged on my arm. "He's not worth it." "Let him up," Greg growled. "I'll kick his ass with both hands tied behind my back." Alice had been sitting next to him, propping him up. I guess she'd heard enough. She moved aside, letting him drop roughly to the ground. "Shut UP!" she yelled. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" She slapped him hard across the face, then stomped out of the tent. I'd started to rise, but Beth had her hands on my knees, pushing down. "No," she said quietly. She was almost as small as Denise, but she looked so fierce. I had to laugh. "You're awfully brave, aren't you?" She smiled. "You wouldn't hurt me, not for real." I nodded. "I know. Because you have breasts." Her grin grew wider, and she peeled her top open, exposing two delicious young tits to me. "Your kryptonite." That had everyone laughing, and Teri pulled the cups of her top to the side, exposing her sweet little tits. "Denise, we need you," Erika called out, and in seconds she was standing in front of me, her tiny boobs on display. Beth laughed, "More cleavage! We need more cleavage! Stat!" They were giggling out of control, when Denise called her step-daughter over. "Sheila, help us." Sheila came over, human sized, now that she'd abandoned her hoof/shoes at some point. She reached down and pulled her top up, exposing quite a nice rack, painted blue, her bright pink nipples standing out in contrast. She had my undivided attention. "Not fair. They're blue! How are we supposed to compete with that?" Beth whined, holding her breasts out toward me and shaking them. Sheila bounced up and down, setting her beauteous mounds in motion. "It's for the good of the team," she said. Amanda had to be the kill-joy. "Alright. You've weakened him enough. Let's put those babies away before we have a different problem to deal with." I was sad to see them go away. In the case of Denise and Sheila, they only moved a few feet over. I had to wonder what Raul thought of his daughter's blue boobs, still on display. So I'm a pervert. I know. But they were pretty fantastic. I looked over and saw him pulling her shirt down, covering them up. You're a better man than I am, Raul. "Can I get up now? I promise to be good," I asked. Beth gave me a piercing look, then moved to the side. Alice and Michelle had returned to the tent, and were leaning over Greg. I'd missed their arrival. See what boobs can do to a man? Michelle shook her head, "Greg Trantham. You've been a beast and an asshole tonight. What are we going to do with you?" He struggled, "Untie me. The party can go on. I can let bygones be bygones." He was sounding a little more sane. Maybe throwing up a gallon of beer had helped. "I don't think so. Not yet. Of course you no longer can have any slaves. We could call the police and file assault charges, but that would be a lot of trouble, and it would be hours before the party could get back in swing. Then again, we could just send you home, and you'd never be welcome to any of our homes again. That seems awfully harsh for Alice, who didn't do anything." He was staying quiet, looking back and forth between his wife and Michelle. "Or, I'm thinking, we could let you try being a slave for a while. I'd have to manacle and handcuff you, to make sure you didn't try anything stupid." Michelle stood up and straddled his legs, looking down at him. "Are you man enough to be my slave for the rest of the evening? If you're a good slave, and I mean 100% good, no misdeeds whatsoever, AND if you apologize nicely to Amanda and Raul, perhaps we can put all this behind us. If that's Ok with Amanda." A GOR-y Halloween "Does this girl please her master?" I heard my wife say softly. "Jesus. That's fucking amazing," I finally managed to speak. "Belly!" She hissed. Teri threw herself forward onto her stomach, her head turned to the side. Her hands went behind her back and crossed at the wrists, while her legs opened wide. "Stupid slave," Amanda growled, rising up on her knees, and pulling Teri's hands to her sides, just a few inches from her body. She then smacked her across her tight little ass with the end of her leash. "Ooh, please Mistress," the pretty brunette whined. The blow from the leash had pulled the girl's loincloth to the side, exposing more of her rounded cheeks, and the crease of her ass. Clearly, she was wearing nothing under the loincloth. My wife reached over and carefully pulled it back in place. Amanda stood, and walked to me. "Command her, Master. 'Nadu' for the pleasure position." "Nadu," I said, hardly recognizing my own lust filled voice. Teri was good. She slowly, enticingly, folded her legs forward and rose into the open legged kneeling position she'd assumed previously. In her movements she couldn't control the motions of her loincloth, and I was granted a brief glimpse of her pink treasure, and I was enthralled. "Would Master like to use his slaves now? Take us to his furs and slave rape us?" My wife asked softly, leaning over Teri and caressing her hair. She reached down with the leash end, softly rubbing it across Teri's breast, then giving a soft tap right on the nipple causing the pretty brunette to shiver. "Shall I help you break this one, Master?" Amanda asked, reaching down and caressing Teri's breast. My heart nearly exploded, and my cock was as hard as ever I remembered. Then the girls were standing, clinging to each other, laughing hysterically. "Oh my God! You were so right," Teri gasped. "We are SO going to win this thing," Amanda said, raising her hand for a high-five. "You two are evil," I said, still worked up over their little act. Amanda stretched her hands over her head, her wrists crossed, and rolled her hips, her whole body an undulating mass of sexual energy. "Master, use your slaves; slake our thirst; fill our holes, fill our need." She was teasing me blatantly. "Dance for him, Teri." Teri just shook her head, carefully rearranging her outfit. "This is why they have whips on Gor." I growled. "A few disciplinary strokes and you'd behave." I reached out and took a swipe at my wife's rear, barely connecting as she dodged, rotating her hips out of the line of my fire. "Yes, we should get you one for your costume. The brave man who beats his defenseless women," Amanda laughed. "The Warrior who disciplines his slaves," I corrected, "with relish." Their laughter rang in my ears as I walked back to my closet to change in peace. That night I was shot down again. What a teasing bitch. I fantasized about Teri, and that little piece of cloth, so easily moved. So easily removed. And still, my bitchy teasing wife snuck into my fantasies. * * * At lunch I hit the gym again. I guess in some ways I was as vain as the women. Knowing I'd be wearing something as revealing as a barbarian outfit, I had started hitting the gym hard for the last several weeks, and dieting down. Just 10 lbs, that's all I wanted. Thankfully, my beard had gotten past the itching phase. I put 40 minutes into the treadmill, then moved to the elliptical for a cool-down. As I started in I looked over and was astounded to see Teri sweating away next to me. She was plugged into her music player, oblivious to the world. I reached over and gave her a tap on the shoulder. She turned to me, popping off an ear-bud, and gave me a big smile. "Hi, beautiful, what's got you down here?" It seemed odd to find her here, 10 miles from our neighborhood. "Couldn't come in the morning, like I normally do, but I didn't want to miss a last chance to workout." She slowed down the pace a bit, and used her towel to wipe down the sweat off of her face and her upper chest. "I mean here," I explained, gesturing around us. There were plenty of closer gyms to our neighborhood. This one was right next to my office. "Oh. After Bill left, we dropped the gym membership to save money. My sister put me on her membership for $10 a month. I save ten bucks a week. Except for the gas." We put in our minutes for a bit before I broke the quiet again. "Would you mind my asking, Teri, what ever happened between you and Bill? I never really knew anything was wrong, and then one day I hear he's moved out." She seemed to hesitate a moment. "Same old story. Boredom, complacency, taking things for granted. Too much mommy, not enough wife. I was still a bit surprised but probably shouldn't have been. We hadn't been intimate for over six months. Course he left with a bang, suddenly adventurous and amorous for one wild weekend before taking off. I never saw it coming, really, but it seems half of the couples are in similar straits." "I know what you mean." I looked over at the little beauty, and had to wonder where we all went wrong. "What happens to us, Teri?" "Don't say, 'Us', Jack. You've still got something there," she said intensely. "Your wife still loves you." "Don't bet on that. If she does she has a strange way of showing it," I told her. "Bet you got some last night. You both were hotter than hell," she laughed. "I'll take that bet," I grumbled. She looked like she was shocked. "Didn't you even try?" she finally asked. "Tried, and shot down." "Oh, Jack. I'm sorry," she said, and sounded sincere. "God, if you two can't make it, who can?" I just pumped the pedals for a while. "Never mind me, I'm just a little grumpy today. I'm sure we'll work things out. Please don't say anything to Amanda." "Of course not, Jack." A few minutes later she was finishing up. She stopped then reached out and put her hand on my arm. "It was nice talking to you. Thanks for sharing. And don't give up, please." I smiled for her. "Thanks Teri. Trust me, I'll give it my best. Especially this time of year. It's the only time I'm pretty much assured of getting at least a pop or two. Amanda loves Halloween." "Don't we all?" She said as she turned away. Looking pretty damn good in retreat. * * * Thursday evening, the night before the big party, it was all anyone in our circle of friends was talking about. I got home from work, and heard the entry alarm again, but was much less irritated about it this time. My wife strode out to meet me in her outfit, and I noticed some new details, carefully placed tears in the material to expose her flesh, additional hook and loops on the sides to hold it tighter to her body just below her breasts. She had some simple beads on as well. The length looked to be a little bit longer; I guess she had let out the hem. "I want you to try on your costume, in case we have to adjust it," she told me, after giving me a cursory kiss at the entrance. A little peck on the cheek. Dressed as she was, I wanted to throw her over the end of the couch, fuck her delicious brains out, and make her scream for me. I wanted to kiss her with the Master's kiss, forcing my tongue deeply in her mouth. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt her tongue against mine. She took me to the bedroom and helped me with my outfit. It was very simple, a natural leather wrap around the waist, rough edged on the bottom, reaching a couple inches short of my knees. She insisted I wear it with nothing underneath, like a kilt. The outfit also had fur-topped leggings and leather sandals. A thick leather strap ran diagonally across my body and held a sword at my side. To top if off, I had a headband that reminded me of the Conan outfit. Amanda pulled a tooled leather bag out and attached it to my side, opposite the sword. She finally pulled out a large gaudy necklace, with a heavy chain which she placed over my head. "Not bad," she observed, making small adjustments in the waist wrap, and marking where the wrap reached around me. She started working her way around me, marking the length of the waist wrap, for alteration. "Can you put the skirt and straps in the smoker? Darken them and make them a little more authentic. It would be cool to smell the smoke of battle." "Sure. Do I want to know how much this is costing me?" I asked, adjusting the waist so it didn't pinch. "Don't be a baby. It's a bargain. Turns out you can buy like a whole deerskin hide for under $200. We've rented more expensive outfits in the past. You must know that the slave outfits hardly cost anything. You should be worried about how much you're going to spend at auction tomorrow." I looked in the mirror. I wasn't a hard-body, but I kept myself fit. I thought I didn't look half bad. Sometimes, while sweating 40 minutes into my run, I wondered who I did it for. It wasn't like Amanda appreciated it. "Try on the wig," Amanda said, passing me a clump of hair. After a little work I had a barbarian wig on, with long braids down the front. I felt like Heidi. "Forget the wig. What do you think, Teri?" Amanda asked, looking over my shoulder. Surprised, I turn to see Teri standing in the doorway. She was wearing the same outfit as the day before, with a change to her top. Rather than wrapping around her body, it looped down from her neck, the sheer material spread wide across her smallish breasts. A simple silver chain connected the material between her breasts, and a longer silver chain ran from the outside of each, across her back. White linen, white silk and silver chains. It was perfect and as sexy as hell. "Masterful," she decided. She smiled for me, then spoke sharply. "Nadu, slave!" Amanda dropped to the slave pleasure pose, quickly. Teri walked behind her, and I saw that she now had a short riding crop in her hand. She used the instrument to tap the small of my wife's back, urging her to sit taller, and another tap on the inside of a knee to spread the legs wider. As she walked around my wife, I saw two clear welts on Teri's white skin, one across her butt, the other across her back between her shoulders, as well as a couple of more isolated markings. A couple looked like they might bruise. Content with my wife's position, Teri came to me, placed the whip in my hands, then stepped back and stood beside my wife. She pushed one leg just a few inches forward, tilted her hips and stretched tall, her wrists crossed and held above her head. It caused her top to narrow, exposing tender white flesh that was normally covered by her bathing suit. Though she was standing still, she still seemed to slowly, teasingly writhe. It was impressive. "Do your slaves please you, master?" Teri asked. "Their beauty pleases me greatly. Their teasing does not," I told her, taking on the part I was wearing. "Yes master. That is why the teasing slave is no longer first slave," Teri told me, reaching out to my kneeling wife. "Did I say you could break position?" I barked at her, and her eyes popped open wide. She rapidly assumed her previous position. "Belly," I barked, and she dropped to her stomach, remembering to place her hands correctly. Her head was turned away from me. I approached my wife, stepping close and walked around her. I saw that she, too, had felt the whip already, two reddened welts on her body, matching Teri's, as well as a few of the triangular markings that seems to match the end of the whip I'd been given. From behind her I reached beneath her legs and rubbed her with the crop. She almost fell, and struggled to keep her position. "I see you've both felt the sting of the lash already." I leaned over and drew the end of the whip down the center of the brunette's back. "Did you enjoy it, Kajira?" "No Master," she moaned, her body twisting as I tapped her on the side of her butt. She instinctively pulled away from it. With just the slightest twist of my wrist, it still landed firmer than I had thought it would. "Master will never have cause to whip this obedient girl," she said. "Speak honestly, slave. Did it hurt much?" "Horribly, Master. It still stings and throbs now, over an hour later." I stepped a few feet away into the bathroom and returned with some aloe lotion. I placed some in my hand and gently rubbed it first into her back, and then, slowly across her tight little ass cheeks. My hands slid under the scrap of her loincloth, thoroughly covering her rear. I was meticulous, removing any trace of the lotion from my hands. "This salve will help, Sweet One. But remember the pain. Imagine how much worse it would be delivered with a man's full strength." I turned to my wife, who still held her position, after watching me rub my hands over her friend's back. She seemed a little shocked. I ran the crop over the blonde slave's body, down her sides, across her shoulders, under her chin, circling her breasts. I stood before her, and slid the whip between her legs, pushing against her. I saw her tense up. I pulled back and gave her the softest of slaps against her inner thigh. She cried out. "Tell me, Kajira, did you enjoy the taste of the lash?" I asked as I moved around her, then traced the welts with the end of the crop. "No...Master," she admitted, through gritted teeth. "You wear the clothing of a slave, a slave's collar surrounds your neck, you assume the position of a slave, yet still I feel you do not consider yourself a slave," I told her, my hand running through her hair. I stepped back to the brunette. "This one knows her place. Don't you, Sweet?" "Yes Master." "What are you?" "La Kajira, Master. I am a Slave." I ran the whip across the inside of her thigh, then brushed it across her barely covered opening. I noticed another change in the outfit. Yesterday, the cloth between her legs had been wider, bunching up between her legs. Now I could see that she'd trimmed it, so it was pulled smooth against her, less than two inches wide where it covered her. As I rubbed the end of the crop between her legs, I was even able to work the edge under the cloth a bit, making her writhe against it. She moaned. "Thank you, Master." "Yes. Kajira. A delicious one at that." I turned back to my wife, the blonde rebellious slave. She had not let the role take her. "You have presented yourself to me as a slave. Willingly. You sit here in the pleasure position, yet you hold yourself back. So I ask you, do you truly desire to be my slave?" Her eyes looked up into mine in defiance, then she dropped them and whispered, "Yes, Dammit!" I reached out with the crop and switched the side of her ass, drawing a cry from her. "Answer correctly." The brunette pleaded for her companion, "Please Master! Don't hurt her; she is yours, truly. We are both yours completely. Don't punish her." I reached down and grasped the recalcitrant one by her hair. "What will it be?" "I am your slave, Master. La Kajira," she whispered, yet her eyes still argued. "I wonder. Perhaps I should just throw you out. Let you find another Master to protect you, to clothe you, to provide for you. You hardly seem worth the trouble." "Jack..." she whispered. "Silence, slave! Do you think I won't beat you, if you deserve it?" She shook her head. I tilted her head back, grasped her firmly by the hair and thrust my mouth down on hers, my tongue ferociously invading her mouth, pressing hard against her, biting her lip. She moaned into my mouth. I could feel my blood boiling for her. I kissed her for a long time, reaching down and caressing her breast. When I pulled away she looked at me in wonder. I stepped back and placed the end of riding crop against her cheek. With just a little pressure I turned her face away from her friend, and toward the wall. I moved away and went to the prostrate partner. I nudged her with my foot. "Bara." The command for submission. She crossed her ankles, and crossed her wrists behind her back, in preparation for binding. I removed my sword belt, and used it to loop around her wrists. I removed my waist belt, discarding my pouch, and used it around her ankles, binding her, effectively controlling her. I ran my hand down her body, "Such a pretty little slave. So sweet, so docile." I loosened the rear loincloth with a tug, and pulled it to the side exposing her sweet ass to my view. I flipped the end of the cloth over her bound hands, and then nudged her knees apart. She hastened to open up and obey the unspoken command. "You will be a pleasure to use, Sweet One, but not right now. Still, I enjoy viewing your beauty." I reached between her legs and gave a tug on the material, pulling it a couple of inches away from her skin, then touched her lightly, eliciting a wonderful moan. I went back to my wife, and stood in front of her. "Pleasure me," I told her. She glanced over at her friend, who was still facing away from us, nearly nude. Then she looked up at me with a look that I couldn't quite interpret. It was part anger, part lust, part need, part submission. "Do I need to repeat myself? Or would you prefer I get my pleasure from the first slave, and give you only a beating?" "No Master, this girl is obedient," she said, reaching up and rubbing the bulge in my leather kilt. She reached her hand under my outfit and I loosened it. The outfit closed at the side, and the material divided there, almost like a slit skirt. I turned the outfit, moving the opening to the front. My slave girl parted the leather and exposed my hardness. Once more she glanced over at her friend who was laying quietly, still facing away from us. Her hands worked my staff. She looked back and forth between my rampant hard-on and my face, taking in how she was affecting me. Then she leaned forward and took me in her mouth. I was pleased. She rarely used her mouth on me anymore. Before we were married, I was given a number of delicious blow-jobs. Watching my cock disappear into that beautiful face was an amazing thing. But that was a thing of the past. I don't think I'd had my cock in her mouth for at least four or five years. It was nice to break the drought. I think she was trying to be quiet and subtle, but I would have none of that. "Your mouth feels good around my staff, Pretty slave girl." I told her, feeling her stiffen up at the words. I reached for her head, and thrust her back and forth on my rod, for once not caring how she felt, just using her mouth freely. "Suck me, slave girl." As she grew more active, I reached down for the bottom edge of the leather skirt I was wearing and pulled the two pieces up and tucked them into the waistband, leaving me fully exposed from the front. I heard a moan from the girl beside us, and I could see she was squirming, perhaps feeling her own need. My wife pulled back a bit, and turned her head, looking over at the girl laying beside us. With a nudge of the riding crop on the back of her head, I directed her attention back to my aching cock. "Yes Pretty, your mouth is a wonder. I will use it often." I pulled out of the orifice under discussion. "Sula." She looked up at me, then teasingly stretched out on her back, opening her legs, and spreading her hands wide. "This girl obeys gladly, Master," she said with just a hint of challenge in her voice. I imagine she thought I would climb on top of her and have my way. Instead I reached down between her legs. "Do not move." I roughly thrust two fingers inside of her, forcing her to gasp. She pulled away a bit. I extracted my fingers from her and slapped the inside of her thigh firmly, making a loud noise. "Do NOT move," I reminded her. "I will not repeat it again. The next time it is the whip." "I'm sorry, Master," she gasped as once again I roughly thrust my fingers inside of her. A GOR-y Halloween I was surprised to see how well she was behaving, finally accepting the role she was dressed for. I don't believe I had ever touched her as roughly as I did then. I was kneeling between the girls who were positioned on the floor in opposite directions just a few feet apart. I faced the blonde's feet, as she lay to my right. The pretty little brunette lay on my left, and I faced her head and torso. I looked down at her exposed ass, and caressed it. Pausing in my caresses, I stopped to untie the brunette, then turned back to the blonde whose real training was about to begin. I reached out with my hand and turned my wife's face toward the wall, and teased her womanhood mercilessly, trying to force her to respond. My other hand reached out and softly landed on Teri's thigh. She groaned, and whined in her need as I caressed her legs and butt gently but intimately, reaching between her legs, inside of the cloth and lightly petting her cleft. Meanwhile I toyed with my wife, fingering her fiercely, pinching her clit, slapping her pussy, forcing three fingers deeply inside of her. She was trying to stay still but was losing that battle. "M...Master," she groaned, "I must move." "Move at your own peril," I growled squeezing her pussy hard. "Please Master, please!" She gasped. Her hands were clenched in fists and her face was contorted in pain and pleasure. It was what I was looking for. I slid a finger into the quiet slave, once, just as a tease, then turned to the slave who was in need. I climbed between her legs, rubbing her clit hard, feeling her body twitching almost out of control. "Master!" she cried out, begging. I leaned forward, and in one hard movement drove my entire length into the quivering slave girl. She screamed out and I heard a moan from beside us and saw that Teri had turned to face us, watching me take her sister in slavery. "You may move, Pretty one," I told the slave underneath me. She yielded to me completely, thrusting against me, crying out, wrapping her legs around me. I leaned over her and pounded her viciously, thrusting my fingers, wet with her own juices into her mouth. She sucked on them, her tongue bathing each independently. She was incredible, so alive, so vibrant. I'd never seen her so hot, and so sexual. My new slave, still unsullied, was watching lustfully. "Master, please," she called out to me, reaching a hand out to brush my leg. I pointed to a spot beside me. "Nadu, Sweetness." She eagerly moved to where I indicated, assuming the classic pleasure position. I reached out and moved the silk on her chest aside, exposing her breasts one at a time. She held her position, her eyes locked on where my body continued to pleasure her friend. With a tug, I released the loin cloth from the front chain and it fell beneath her, leaving her totally exposed. "Yield to me, Pretty one," I ordered the girl underneath me, rising up on my knees, lifting her hips off the ground, and thrusting fiercely into her. She was groaning continuously and a stream of words flowed from her. "Master, master, I love you master. Rape me. Rape your slave. Use me. Use me hard. Love me, Master." "Punish her for her teasing, Master," Sweet whispered. "Punish her hard. This girl would never tease you and leave you unfulfilled, Master." I looked over and found that her hands had moved between her legs and she was pleasuring herself. She had inched forward, as slave girls might tend to do, if not monitored carefully. Her knees were brushing against the girl I was using. "Slave Lips, Sweet one" I said. She puckered her lips and leaned forward. Only my kiss would free her. I eased the girl beneath me back to the ground, and raised her legs to my shoulders. I leaned over her, fucking her as hard as I could, into the unyielding floor. She cried out for me, and I saw her looking at her competition, kneeling so beautifully beside me, so in control, while her own body betrayed her. I leaned toward my unused slave. "Kiss me." She leaned in and placed her lips on mine, kissing me hotly, her tongue alive in my mouth. I bit down on her tongue, hard, reminding her who was in charge. Her hand was still moving frantically between her legs. Pretty screamed out her pleasure, yielding completely once more. I felt Sweet trembling against my lips as she approached her own finish. I reached between her legs and trust my fingers into her, making her scream for me. It was enough. I finished inside my well used slave, thrusting to completion, filling her with my seed. She cried as she came with me inside of her. The pretty brunette cried out as well, her arms clinging to me, and her hips thrust against my hand, desperately, wringing from her body continual rolling waves of pleasure. In one final paroxysm, Sweet fell to the floor, an arm thrown across her sister, trembling. I took my fingers, slick with the brunette's juices, and placed them in Pretty's mouth. She sucked them, while I continued to push in and out of her, my cock remaining semi-hard. Sweet clung to the girl I continued to use, her lips pressed against an exposed shoulder. Her hands moved down to untie Pretty's waistband, and expose her body to me. A body I knew so well. I reached down between the brunette's legs and wet my fingers again, feeding them to the gasping blonde. "What are you, Pretty one?" "Kajira, Master," she gasped. My cock had remained hard enough to move in and out of her carefully, but the excitement was firming me up, making me harder, thicker. My movements lengthened and I was able to apply my full length once more. My slender brunette was becoming more active, drawing the outfit of the slave beneath me up and over her head, exposing her excellent body. Then she moved forward, placing her face right above where I was entering the blonde. She looked up at me, her large brown eyes glistening. "It has been long, Master. So long. Allow me to pleasure you." She opened her mouth before me. I could almost feel the testosterone coursing through my system. Yes. This slave also was mine to use freely. She had offered herself to me, understanding full well what that entailed. The Blonde had brought her into my home, dressed her, and presented her to me. I would have her. I eased my hardness out of the moaning Pretty, and with a slight raising of my hips, eased the head into Sweet's mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned as I slid a few inches between her lips. I eased my cock in and out of her mouth several times, before burying it once more between the legs of my first conquest. Sweet kept her eyes closed, and her mouth open. Her tongue quested out, almost begging. Again, I withdrew from the wet cavern beneath her, and pressed into her warm mouth. Back and forth I switched for a long while, the previous completion giving me added endurance, as did the constant change from one opening to the next. My motion into the tiny brunette's mouth became more aggressive, gagging her, and yet she pushed back hard, determined to service me. Looking at the pretty face engulfing me, while my first love lay beneath her, I was getting too excited. My hand was behind her neck, pulling her forward, and I was thrusting into her throat, getting deeper. When I pulled out she gasped, staring up at me. When she caught me looking into her eyes, the she-devil licked her lips and opened wide again. But tonight was about taming the blonde, not indulging in the brunette. A man, a warrior, did what was needed, not always what he wanted. My pretty blonde slave moaned when I pulled out of her, but shrieked when I reached down and grasped her roughly, lifting her off the floor and tossing her on the bed. She felt like a feather to me and I was fearful she would land off the far side of the king size bed. I removed the leather surrounding my waist, while I gave the slave on my bed directions. "On your knees. Head to the furs, hands to your head." She only hesitated for a moment before moving to her knees, lifting her rear into the air and dropping her head to the bed. Her elbows were out to her sides; her fingers were intertwined behind her head. She trembled. "Please, Master, not like this," she said softly. "Not like an animal." I climbed behind her, then looked for my brunette, and again pointed beside me. I looked down at the incredible ass presented before me. I caressed her butt cheeks, before smacking her ass sharply, eliciting a yelp. "I will use you however I wish. Your childish preferences mean nothing to me." I lined up my cock, rubbing it against her wet opening, and then thrust into her mightily, pushing her forward on the bed. She moaned out loudly, and then, to my immense pleasure, pushed back against me. I fucked that sweet pussy for a minute before I gave directions to my second girl. "Get my binding straps. Bind this one's wrists behind her." While I pounded my gorgeous slave the new girl tied the blonde's wrists together behind her. I reached forward and tested the binding. Adequate. Holding her by the wrists I hammered her harder, delving her depths. It wasn't long before I could feel her responding again. Briefly I thought of the 10 years of vanilla sex I'd endured. In over 10 years, we'd never played in bondage of any type. No role playing. No domination. Certainly no additional company within the bedroom. "If only I'd known what a hot little slave you were, Pretty. There is much I would do to you." She gasped, pushing back at me. "Always yours, Master. Always. Always here for you. Use me." I pushed her to her side, and she couldn't help but fall to the bed, with her arms immobilized. I lifted her leg and used her hard. With her leg over my shoulder, my hands were free to play with her, tease the area between her legs, pinch her nipples, squeeze her full tits. Sweet had done her best to console my Pretty, and now she cuddled up to her and held her, whispering to her. Her hands caressed the delicious body I owned so thoroughly, while her lips were pressed against her neck. I reached for the brunette's leg and pulled her closer, so I could reach down and touch her. She shuddered when my fingers penetrated her. The blonde was approaching the fullness of slave orgasm again. I could hear her gasping, and her body fighting for more. I pulled her legs together, tightening her opening, and pushed them back, achieving even greater penetration. This lovely piece of flesh was going to push me over the edge again. "Yield to me, Pretty. Surrender." I growled. She sobbed, gasping. "Yes, yes. Again. Again!" My little brunette reached for her slave-sister's swollen breasts and squeezed them, twisting her hardened nipples. The Blonde screamed out, a harsh gut wrenching scream, and then surrendered to her passion, heaving, thrusting back against me, crying out over and over. By the time I finished inside her, she was barely conscious, breathing hard, her eyes unfocused, gasping. I left her on her side, the sweat glowing on her. "Clean me," I directed my sweet little brunette. She hurried to me, and took me in her mouth, taking her time, sucking me absolutely clean. I had hoped to harden again under her ministrations, but it looked like I was done for at least a while. I lifted her to my lips. "You were wonderful tonight, Sweetness. I promise, your time will come. After the party tomorrow, you will come home with us and spend the night. I will own you once again." She clung to me, pressing small kisses into my flesh. Her teasing tongue darted out and laved my nipples. "Thank you Master. I shall." I pulled her off of me. "Take care of her." I nodded toward my wife's body, her hands still bound behind her. I wrapped my waist cloth back around me and headed out of the bedroom. I was hungry. I considered calling out to my slaves to serve me, but smiled when I saw the prepared dinner covered on the stove. I would let them rest. I heard footsteps. Teri stood beside me, wearing a robe. "Amanda says to take those off before you make a mess of them. And don't forget to smoke the leather." She retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator and turned to head back to the bedroom. She hesitated and leaned over whispering to me. "Buy me tomorrow. Buy me and I'll be yours, completely, in every way." Then she kissed me lightly on the cheek, and wandered off with a mischievous giggle. That night after Teri left, Amanda and I talked. Really talked. In ways we had never talked before. We opened up and discussed our desires and needs in ways I'd always avoided. There were some tears shed, and some defensiveness on both our parts, but it was an amazing breakthrough none-the-less. I coerced her into riding me, for the first time in our marriage. She was beautiful to watch, leaning over me, her beautiful breasts moving with her motions, her hair hanging loose, her face so expressive as she was able to find what felt best, and ride that feeling. She came on top of me, and berated herself for not having done that before. I fell asleep spooning her from behind, my cock pressed between her legs. It was the most amazing night in 10 years of marriage. How sad it is that Halloween only comes once a year. =============== Thanks for reading my entry for the Halloween Contest, 2009. There are lots of great entries this year. Please enjoy a few - and remember to vote!