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The New Slave

By: opels



Vanessa stood patiently as the maid tugged the straps of her dress tight. She watched in the mirror as the clear vinyl clung to her body, tightly wrapping around her curves. As the last strap was finally adjusted perfectly she turned and examined her reflection.

The hobble dress began just below her full 36C breasts. She was still young, only 21, so they were high and firm. There was a strap across her back holding the dress together. The back was open, a full seven inches wide from top to bottom. There was another strap at the small of her back, another just below her ass, one just above her knees and the last, which was kept a bit slack, across the back of her calves.

She bent over as best as she could in the restrictive dress and felt the maid lube her ass and slide in a butt plug. Vanessa felt the familiar surge of wetness in her shaved pussy every time her ass was penetrated.

A collar wrapped around her neck and leather bands adorned her wrists. She slipped her feet into her red seven inch high platform shoes. She was a petite 5' 2" in flat feet so the shoes only raised her to 5' 9", still a good six inches shorter than her Master.

She swung her long auburn hair, her large green eyes flashing in the mirror. She always loved the BDSM parties her Master took her to, but tonight was even more special. Tonight there was going to be a slave auction and Master had promised to buy another slave...a male slave.

Carefully she applied another coat of red lipstick as the maid approached with the second and larger butt plug. The first one was gently removed and the second lubed up and slid in. It would continue like this several more times until she was fitted with a very large plug, preparing her for the party. At these functions Master liked to share her with anyone who showed an interest and she had to be open to avoid getting sore quickly.

Her Master would do the final penetration as it was sure to be painful. A chill ran down her spine just thinking about it.

Finally he called for her and she walked down the hall as fast as she could in her dress, taking short little six inch steps, her breasts bouncing as she went. She knocked at his door and entered at his summons.

With delight dancing in his eyes he watched her breasts jiggling as she walked across the room. He reached out and grabbed the soft flesh as she approached. "Mmmm...I love these," he said, nuzzling his face between them.

Raising his head and stepping back , he said, "Turn around, let me see."

She did a slow turn for him.

"You look amazing," he said softly, wrapping his arms around her, reaching down and squeezing her bare ass.

"Thank you, Master," she replied shyly.

"Are you ready for the final plug?" he asked.

It really wasn't a question and she again bent over as much as she could. He slowly withdrew the plug she was currently wearing and she took a deep breath, readying herself for the even bigger one. She gasped with surprise at how much it was spreading her. She cried out softly as the widest part penetrated her ass and then it was in.

She stood unsteadily, adjusting to the pressure inside her. She clenched her ass tight around the plug and a wave of incredible pleasure surged through her. A deep sigh slipped through her lips as her eyes closed.

"How does it feel?" he asked, a smile on his face.

"It feels wonderful, Master," she replied, returning his smile.

The plug had a large head on the end, elaborately carved and decorated. He gripped it in his fist and jiggled it. "Nice and tight," he murmured.

He was dressed in an immaculately tailored tuxedo and was just having his own maid adjust his bow tie and he was also ready. Offering her his arm, he slowly walked with her through the house to the garage.

The vintage '66 Lincoln limousine was polished and waiting for them, the driver standing by the door. Master helped Vanessa settle into the back seat, smiling as the plug pushed in deeper as she sat, causing her to gasp loudly before he sat next to her. 

Even though the car's windows were tinted, the couple were still visible and the occasional motorist would catch a glimpse of her naked breasts as they passed. They soon pulled up in front of the private mansion that was housing the party and they alighted from the car. The sun was just beginning to set and she glanced about, admiring the lush gardens.

She stood patiently as her Master attached the leash to her collar and then hurried to keep up with him as he entered the house. He walked slowly with her at his house, but here, at the party, she was expected to match his pace. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she practically ran behind him, taking her tiny steps.

They had just entered the ballroom when an old friend of the Master's greeted him. "Good evening, Nicholas," the man greeted her Master. She kept her eyes lowered as was expected of her and studied the man's shoes.

"Good evening, Andrew," she heard her Master reply.

"I see you've brought your lovely pet with you," he lifted her chin, but she kept her eyes lowered. "She's lovely as always," he commented.

"Why thank you," her Master responded, as usual taking credit for her appearance.

"May I?" Andrew asked, his hands poised above her breasts.

"By all means, please do, help yourself however you wish," Nicholas generously invited.

Vanessa felt his rough hands gripping and squeezing her large breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. He turned her around and caressed her butt, jiggling the plug in her ass. "Feels tight, must be a big one," he said with a smile.

Master only silently returned the smile.

She felt his fingers slide through her wet pussy and she gasped. She was allowed to respond physically, but not in any other way.

"As usual she is splendid," Master's friend praised. "If you ever tire of her and wish to sell her, do let me know," he continued before saying goodbye and continuing on his way.

She meekly followed along behind him, being occasionally groped and fondled by her Master's friends and acquaintances until a young man named Marcus approached. He had a lovely little slave with him and the two men stood admiring each other's pets much in the same way men admire each other's vehicles at car shows.

Marcus's slave was blond and tiny, with small breasts topped by large, dark nipples.. Her face was very pretty, with large blue eyes and lush pouty lips. Marcus jiggled at Vanessa's plug and asked, "May I?"

"Of course, go right ahead," her Master cheerfully agreed. He was invited to do the same and he was soon behind the petite blond, removing her plug. Vanessa noticed with smug satisfaction that her own plug was much larger.

Marcus slowly pulled her plug out, marveling at the size, before squirting some lube on her ass and pushing in. She tried to bend over a bit, but he grabbed her breasts and held her tight against him. She cried out as he plunged in deep and began immediately thrusting roughly into her. His hands pinched her nipples as he drove into her, grunting loudly, his hips slapping against her ass. "God, she feels good, such nice big tits," Marcus called to her Master. With a loud groan, he quickly pulled out of her and with a few strokes, came into one of the large brass containers liberally scattered about the room. Each was attended by a liveried servant and Marcus's cock was quickly cleaned off after he finished, followed by Master who also had cum into the container.

The slaves' butt plugs were pushed back in, the two men shook hands and parted ways. The party continued on like this for the next two hours, Vanessa getting ass fucked five more times, pussy fucked six times and mouth fucked three times. Each time her Master was complimented on how wonderful she was.

He noticed she was getting weary of the sex and led her outside. "Would you like to view the slaves?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," she answered eagerly. He had told her that she could choose the next one and she wanted a male.

"Remember, take a good look and ask any questions you may have," he reminded her.

The area was brightly lit by torches and he walked slowly so that she could get a good look at the offerings. The slaves for auction were kept in large cages, most of them naked or very scantily clad. A few men caught her eye, but she had something specific in mind. She paused before one cage and looked over a young man. His wavy blond hair hung to his shoulders and his large green eyes, full lips, high cheekbones and square jaw sent a shiver down her spine. He was tall, taller than she in her high heels and muscular. He was wearing a loin cloth and she asked that it be removed. The slave's owner looked at Master questioningly.

"I told her she could choose one," he explained indulgently.

The man nodded and barked an order to the young man in the cage. "William, remove the loin cloth, the lady wishes to inspect you."

William stared at Vanessa, his eyes boring into hers as he slowly removed the small article of clothing. She gasped as her eyes dropped to his cock. Even soft it was big. She could only imagine what it would look like hard and erect.

"Drop your eyes," she attempted to order in a stern voice, but it came out as a polite request. The corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk before he dutifully lowered his eyes.

"Why are you selling him?" she asked William's Master.

"He is very willful, he disobeys frequently. I do not have the time nor the inclination to give him the discipline he needs," he explained, a note of regret in his voice.

"Turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks," she ordered him.

He complied and she saw his nice, tight hole. She knew some slaves, especially males had their asses so abused, that their holes were permanently stretched or scarred, or even both, so she was happy to see that his still looked like a small rosebud.

"How old is he and how long has he been a slave?" she asked.

"He is only nineteen and has been a slave for a mere eight months. I am his first Master," he replied.

"Is he in good health?" she asked.

"Yes, yes, as you can see, he is in very good health," he replied eagerly, indicating the young man in question, whose eyes were discreetly roaming over Vanessa's exposed body. She noticed with a thrill of excitement that his cock was no longer flaccid and was starting to rise and thicken.

"Thank you for your time," Master said, giving her leash a gentle tug. When they were out of earshot, he said to her, "I can tell you like him, but I think he may be a bit too much to handle. Perhaps we should find someone a little more broken in."

"Yes, Master," she reluctantly agreed.

Slave auctions were a rare occurrence so there were many slaves available for viewing. She saw a few other men and even one very luscious woman who caught her attention, but her mind kept going back to the rebellious young blond. They passed by his cage again and she felt a rush of excitement as he boldly stared at her.

Could her Master tame him, she wondered. Would he obey? Would he allow her to help him? She imagined him tied to a bed, face down, spread eagle, with a large punishing dildo in his ass as she paddled him until he begged for mercy. Her pussy surged with wetness as the image danced in her mind. She sucked in a shaky breath and she had to grip her Master's arm for balance.

"What are you thinking of, my pet?" he asked, smiling at her obvious arousal.

"I was imagining if you allowed me to help you break him, Master," she whispered, still staring at the young man. He had put the loin cloth back on but it was tented in front of him, his large erection visible beneath the scrap of fabric as he returned her lusty stare.

"Would you like that, my pet?" he asked her, his surprise showing his voice.

"Oh yes, Master, I would," she answered eagerly.

He looked down at her, into her eyes and saw a spark there that he had never seen before. She had always been such a willing sub; this new desire for dominance caught him off guard.

Giving her a small push towards the slave's cage, he whispered, "Give it a try."

She stepped up to the cage. "Lower your eyes," she demanded in a harsh whisper, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

Without hesitation he obeyed. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured.

"Would you obey me? Would you serve me?" she demanded.

"Yes, Mistress," he again replied, his voice respectful.

She looked up at her Master hopefully. "We'll see how the bidding goes," he relented.

"Thank you, Master," she said, a smile spreading across her face.

As they walked back to the house she glanced over her shoulder at the slave. The defiant look in his eyes contradicted the humble manner he had just displayed. She knew her Master could dominate him but would he really obey her? She knew she would be the senior slave, but would this reckless newcomer honor her standing in the household?

Ten minutes later she was being fucked up the ass by a man who, between grunts, was casually discussing the various slaves with her Master. "Yes, I know of that blond one, troublesome, I hear," he panted, driving his cock into her.

"Do you think he can be broken?" her Master asked.

"By someone as talented as you, most definitely," the man replied, roughly pinching her nipples.

"My pet here has expressed a desire to assist in his breaking," Master said.

"Her?" he asked, his voice incredulous. "I can say she has a most delicious ass, but you would have to be the judge on whether she has what it takes to help tame that lad," he gasped, pulling out and shooting his cum into a brass container. "Quite a surprising number of slaves can be both submissive and dominant," he continued as a servant cleaned his cock for him. "The question you have to ask, is she one of them. Otherwise you could have a messy situation on your hands." He playfully slapped her bottom. "But if it will keep a spectacular slave such as she is happy, it might be worth the risk, assuming you always keep the upper hand with both of them. She's fantastic," he said before saying goodbye and walking away.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked her. "Do you think you could handle him?" he considered her for a moment. "Perhaps that black haired fellow would be more appropriate for your first attempt," he suggested.

Her mind went back to him. He hadn't looked any higher than her knees. She was told that his eyes were blue and even though he was well endowed, with a lean, muscular build and a nice tight ass he didn't stir anything in her. "I'm afraid I might easily get bored with him," she replied.

"Except for a short learning period, you've always been dutiful and obedient and I haven't grown bored with you," he answered, a slight teasing note in his voice. "How about the female?" he asked. "I've always enjoyed watching you with another woman."

The woman's lean body, lush breasts and firm ripe ass atop long legs came to her mind. "I would prefer a male," she answered.

He stopped and looked seriously at her, "Now, pet, really think about this. Do you feel you have what it takes to dominate someone like that young blond slave? I think you might, but I'm not one hundred percent sure."

The announcement that the auction would begin in fifteen minutes was made and they went to take their seats. Most slaves knelt on the ground at their Master's feet, but the hobble dress made that impossible so she was seated next to him. The auction was strangely exciting. How would she feel if she was up there, being treated like an object, so exposed, so vulnerable, she wondered. A slight thrill of excitement ran up her spine, watching the men and women changing hands.

Then it was time for her slave. He was being uncooperative and surly. A murmur went through the crowd as he boldly stared out at them. His eyes found hers and held. She stared back and mouthed 'lower your eyes' at him. To her great surprise he obeyed. Several doms turned to see who he had been staring at and assumed it was her Master.

"What will you give me for this challenging young man?" the auctioneer called. "Look at his fine body, his tight ass and his large cock!" The last was exclaimed as his loin cloth was pulled away. He was fully erect and a gasp of appreciation went through the crowd. He was turned and bent over, his ass cheeks pulled apart, every part of him exposed as his attributes were shouted out by the auctioneer. After a few minutes of being manhandled, the slave's patience wore thin and he pulled away, shrugging off his handlers, glaring at them.

Murmurs once more rippled through the crowd. He again stared at Vanessa before standing still and lowering his eyes, holding his hands behind his back. "I think he has decided for us," her Master whispered to her. "He seems willing to submit to you." He raised his hand as the bidding began.

Master smiled as he won the auction. The slave had behaved so badly on the block that the price was quite low and he had saved a lot of money. "Thank you, Master," she gushed as the auctioneer announced the next slave up for bid.

The others that she had considered ended up going for quite a high amount, due to their submissive behavior and good looks. "Your choice saved me quite a bit of money," he told her. "Perhaps we'll buy some extra toys for your new pet. What is his name again?' he asked.

"William," she replied.

"Will you call him Slave?" Master asked.

"But, Master, that's my name," she said quietly.

"I've been thinking of changing it to Pet. I call you that most of the time anyway," he said.

"I'd like that, Master," she replied shyly. "Then I will call him Slave," she told him.

After the auction ended, the party really began in earnest. She was constantly bent over, getting fucked in either the ass or pussy, having her tits roughly squeezed. She lost count of how many times she was taken, how many times her Master was complimented on her beauty or the pleasures of her body.

It was four in the morning by the time they arrived back home. He slowly undressed her and they showered together before crawling into his large bed where he only held her close, too weary to fuck her.

"Sleep well Pet, we have a big day tomorrow with your new slave," he murmured to her. A smile curled her lips as she thought of Billy arriving tomorrow before she drifted off to sleep.

Elsewhere in the city, Billy lay in his bed, not bound to prevent from masturbating for the first time in months. He hadn't cum in weeks and was taking advantage of the rare opportunity. He recalled the view of his new Mistress from behind with that ornate butt plug in her ass. How sweet it would be to fuck her up the ass he thought, stroking his large cock.

Images of her beneath him, her ass high in the air floated through his mind, of her straddling his lap, impaled by his cock, riding him with wild abandon. He pictured her with her butt red from a spanking, hands bound behind her back, submissive to him, begging for his cock inside her ass. With a groan he came, shooting ropes of cum up over his chest.

He was hard again almost immediately, and a new scenario entered his mind. How would she dominate him, he wondered. Would she tie him up, on his knees, head down, ass high in the air and sodomize him with a long, thick, strap on? The picture of it was sweet, a riding crop in her hand, his ass covered with fresh welts as she plunged into him, calling him a dirty bitch, a filthy slut, making him call himself those names, shouting them out loudly. Perhaps her Master would be watching, waiting to do the same to her afterwards. Another, louder groan filled his small room as he again came, showering his chest with cum.

He was soon hard again for a third time and then a fourth. He preferred fantasies of his new Mistress being dominated, of either he or her Master degrading and humiliating her. Being in a household where his Mistress was also a slave was going to be interesting.


The New Slave



I woke up to a dead body this morning. I don't know where it came from and I don't know what to do, and from the looks of it we fucked liked wild animals. 

I bet your wondering how I knew the body was dead. The Y incision down its chest was a good give away and also the head was bashed in and the brains were showing through a hole in the skull. The bed was covered in blood and oh my god I was covered in it too. 

When I saw that I was covered head to tow in blood I ran into the bathroom to was the blood off. When I felt I was clean enough I climbed out and used a towel to dry myself with. I stepped in front off the mirror to contemplate what I should do next and I realized tonight was the night, it was Halloween night. I sighed and looked around the room to see if my clothes were where I usually leave them and to my luck they were. I quickly dressed and peeked around the door at the bed against the wall.

While I was in the bathroom either someone came in and took the body or it walked out on its own. I was hoping someone walked in and took it because the other option was way to out there for me to handle. I slowly walked back into the bedroom to see if the person was still around. To my luck they weren't but what caught my attention were the bloody foot prints across the floor. I guess I was expecting the foot prints since the body was gone but what really made me flip out and scream was that the foot prints were of bare feet.

I ran out of my apartment and the only thing I could think of was to go to my best friends' house. I don't know how I made it to Trina's house but I did and thankfully in one piece. I wasn't sure what time it was but it was obviously early because when I started to knock on her door it took her a while to answer.

A sleepy feminine voice from behind the door asked, "Who is it?"

I answered her and she flung the door open cause of the panic I couldn't hide in my voice. She had a look of concern on her face as she listened to me rattle off what had happened earlier. She calmed me down and to slowly explain everything that had happened up to the point when I knocked on her door. I asked her if I could come in and sit down for a minute to which she asked me to give her a minute to tidy up. I agreed and stood shivering as I realized that I was getting colder.

It seemed like I sat outside for ever until Trina opened the door behind me and said that I could come in. I thanked her and headed to the rocking chair which happens to be my favorite seat in her whole house. 

"Would you like some tea?" Trina asked.

I told her I would love some and off she went into the kitchen. While she was out of the room I looked around and noticed something I had never seen before. I went over to the open closet and found a pentagram painted on the floor with candles that were burnt down to stubs on each point. Not knowing that Trina was into this kind of stuff I went back to the rocking chair a moment before she reappeared in the room. 

"Here you go it's Earl Grey, I hope you like it." as she handed the mug to me.

I accepted the mug from her and let it warm my hands up so they could stop shaking from the cold. I inhaled the steam coming from the mug and lifted it to my lips and took a sip of the warm liquid. As I took pleasure from the hot tea I noticed that Trina was looking at me patiently waiting for me to get back to the reason I was here. A few more luxurious sips of the warm fluid had me warm from the inside out and ready to talk some more.

I looked up at her and before I could say anything I saw a bloody hand print on the wall in the hallway that wasn't there when I came in earlier. I started to get up and to my astonishment my body wouldn't respond to my brain and I stared in horror at Trina as I realized that she had drugged me. I felt my head spinning and my vision begin to narrow as whatever it was begin to take hold. I managed to slur out a question about why she was doing this but I don't remember if she answered me or not.

My mind was foggy and I still couldn't feel my body but I figured it would come back to life when I least expected it to. My view wasn't very impressive I could see the floor but I figured out that I wasn't on the floor but suspended above it somehow. I don't know how long it was but finally I felt my body tingle like one of your legs does when it goes to sleep. 

At the time all I wanted to do the most was rub myself to make the tingling abate as fast as possible. I experimented with how much of my body I could move and quickly found out that I was shackled to something keeping me in whatever position I was in. That wasn't the most shocking thing that I was to find out about my situation I quickly realized that I was naked and exposed in a position that lent itself to easy access to my pussy. 

I began to cry at the situation because it started out bad and now it's gotten worse. I desperately began yelling out for help and to be released from whatever contraption I was in. As I was yelling I heard movement from behind me and I just about lost it and pleaded to be let go that there was a big mistake happening here.

"Shut up bitch! You make me sick to my stomach. I bent over backwards for you and listened to you for hours on end and for what? FOR WHAT?!?" She spat out at me violently.

"I don't know what you're talking about" was the only thing I could stammer out. 

"Playing dumb isn't going to help you one tiny bit. Oh yes you excel at it but it won't fool me cause I can see through your bullshit. She wailed at me without the loss of the venom in her words from earlier.

Trina listen to me I don't know what your talking about. Your acting like someone I've never seen before and you're scaring the shit out of me Trina. While you're at it please let me go so I can be decent and less scared.

"If you don't know what I am talking about you have a long time to think on it. In the mean time you might as well get use to that position because you'll be in it for a long time to come. You are now my sex toy and for me to use and abuse as I see fit." An evil laughed escaped her as she said this.

As I lay there helpless my mind racing to find what I could have possibly done to deserve this from Trina. My mind was busy trying to figure out what I could have possibly done, I felt her cold fingers touch and spread my pussy lips open to her viewing pleasure. I know I should've been ashamed but my body was responding to the stimulation and I could feel my pussy getting wet. 

"My, My, what do we have here? The little bitch is getting wet as I play with her twat. Do you like this? Do you want me to do more to your precious cunt? Well I see your nipples aren't going to be late for the party maybe they would like a little attention too." 

I couldn't help it but the more she touched me the more I wanted her to touch me. I wanted to feel her fingers sliding in and out finger fucking my traitorous pussy. I felt her grab hold of my rock hard nipple and begin to pull on it and roughly roll it between her thumb and forefinger kneading it like dough. God I couldn't control myself my body was demanding it yet my mind was screaming at this selfish need for sexual gratification. She stopped touching me without a word and my body was craving the completion of my orgasm so it could feel the joy it wanted so terribly.

"I noticed you liked that a little too much bitch. I want you to see something that you'll notice right away. Look to your left and you'll see a mirror and tell me what is in it. You'll get a major kick out of it." Trina said with a sly smile on her face.  I let my mind clear and looked to my left as I was instructed to do. I couldn't make out to much in the room but movement in the far corner caught my eye. OH MY GOD!! I yelled as I saw the dead man that was in my bed this morning. My body began to shiver from the fear that overwhelmed me from the corpse that was shuffling towards me. Trina began laughing like a mad woman at my outburst.

Calming down slightly she stated, "Here is your new toy bitch his name was Zach. Unfortunately he's not much of a conversationalist but he sure can keep a rock hard cock. I'll leave you two alone so you can get better acquainted. He is mine and only I can control him just like you will be one day."

Trina howling like a mad woman staggering towards the door with a final glance back she had an evil twisted expression on her face. I didn't have much time to think about it as I felt the corpse now known as Zach fill me up with his enormous hard cock. With the wetness Trina built up in me with her fingers earlier Zach had no problem filling me to the hilt with his zombie cock. A slight moan escapes from me as I feel my pussy satisfied by the cock filling it. 

My body rocks back and forth as Zach the corpse begins to fuck me. He begins slowly but almost instantly begins fucking me like a jackhammer forcing my pussy to accept him no matter what. As I'm being fucked from behind I try to keep moans and yips sealed in my mouth but my body is desperately making this hard for me to do. My ass is forced apart and a finger is inserted into my exposed asshole, as the invading fingers settles into my ass I reached my first orgasm which I'm sure will not be my last for some time to come.

I had so many orgasms that I lost count and I probably passed out a few times but I can't really be sure. My pussy is begging to hurt something fierce from all the fucking but Zach wasn't relenting and I knew he wouldn't be. I heard the door open and Trina told Zach to go into the corner. I thought I knew bliss before but I think I know what heaven feels like now that my pussy isn't being assaulted.

"Now bitch how do you feel? Would you like to know how long you were being fucked? I'm sure you would like to know so I'll tell you. You were being fucked for six hours straight. I bet your pussy is well used now and probably isn't feeling that great. So we'll switch holes but first we must give you a break to have some food and water." 

So there is some kindness under the evil bitch routine I snap at her. If she wants me to be the bitch she says I am I guess I should live up to it. Before I know what's going on she hits my sore pussy causing me to jump from the sudden pain.

"Now you don't have to be so rude but at least you're showing some spunk finally. Here drink some of this water, slowly now I don't want you to choke on it. Do you want to know a secret? It's one that will make you wonder what you ever saw in me."

I don't have anywhere to go at the moment and besides it'll save my ass or mouth for a few more minutes. So tell me your little secret.

"I'm sure you saw my pentagram in the closet, I was hoping that you would. I have been practicing black magic for sometime now. As you can see I have perfected the art of bringing back the dead for my own pleasure. Zach wasn't the first and definitely won't be the last. The one thing that has eluded me is controlling the living and that's where you come in. Your body will be used by Zach here until all your holes have been used and then we will move on to making you my new slave."

Slave what do you mean slave? I'd rather be dead the serve you but I guess I don't have much of a choice do I? You don't have to answer that I already know the answer. Okay get over it I don't want it to last longer then it has to.

"Now you're getting into the spirit of it." Smiled Trina.

Yeah and you can go to hell at the same time because I'm not in the mood and I can't see a way out of this. So do your worse you bitch. Before I knew what was happening my ass felt like it was ripped open from the inside out from what felt like a cock being shoved into it. I grunted with a mix of pleasure and pain and let my mind wander so I couldn't feel it to much.

If I could see what was being done behind me I would have been prepared for the nipple clamps being placed on both of my rock hard nipples. There must have been a chain attached to them because my breasts started to move backwards when Zach pulled out of me. A bit of pain can be fun but I believe the fun has worn off now and it's a pain that will build to intolerable levels.

"Now you look like the bitch I think you are. Filled with cock and being fucked like an animal. I'd have you eat my pussy but I don't think you would be nice and not bite so I guess I'll have to satisfy myself. Believe me it won't talk long seeing you this way." Talking to me as she sits on a chair positioned in front of me with her hairless cunt in full view.

I felt one of the biggest climaxes I've had all night build up and I began to push back as much as I could to help it along. Trina saw what I was doing and administered a quick slap to my head to stop me from assisting myself. 

"Your not here to get yourself off bitch. You're here to be used before I take you as my slave so be a nice girl." Snarled Trina.

Getting over the slap to the head I feel my orgasm boil over and my body shook violently. It felt like I could throw Zach from my body with one of these tremors but reality proved me wrong and he was still pounding my sore asshole. 

I must have passed out because when I woke up there was no one in the room with me. The only thing I felt like doing was crying and I did but it wasn't for long because it wouldn't do me any good. While I was in my self-despair I failed to notice the door opening behind me. I wasn't sure what the other noise was but it didn't sound good considering my situation. 

"Rise and shine my little slut. We're going to have some fun at the moment considering that you were fucked continuously for 4 hours last night. This tray here has some new toys for me to try out on you. Tell me how do you like peircings?"

I don't like needles, but I guess I don't have a choice in the matter now do I?

"You're a very bright girl. Which would you like done first? Don't tell me I want to guess. Yes definitely your clit and pussy lips." Trina cackled evilly.

I couldn't see her but I felt her brushing up against my bare skin. I was expecting something cold to pinch my clit but a tongue first brushed then danced over my sore clit. I flinched at first but my body craving more like always responded. Trina must have notice my pussy getting wet again said something to the fact and buried her face in my pussy bringing me to yet another orgasm. 

While my pussy was still convulsing from its orgasmic high. Trina inserted the needle into my clit and pushed the ring through and closing it. I didn't feel any pain but maybe that was because of the orgasm just prior to the piercing. My pussy lips were next and from what I could understand from Trina she now had a triangle with the rings at the corners so she could now lock a dildo in my pussy for as long as she wanted to.

I felt Trina licking me again but this wasn't meant to be sexy she was just tasting my blood that was flowing from my new peircings. She moved forward and placed her first kiss to my mouth shoving her tongue deep into my mouth so I could taste myself on her tongue. I don't know why I didn't bite her tongue off right then and there just to be able to strike back at her but deep down I think I wanted what was coming to me. 

"See now bitch you could've hurt me just now but you didn't. I see this as a sign as maybe you're breaking down but I'm still going to keep you tied up like this for a while longer just to satisfy my cautious side. Now are you ready for you next set of peircings?

No not really but yet again I don't have a choice do I? I felt Trina caressing my breast; thank god they weren't abused as badly like the rest of my body. Suddenly I felt pressure being removed from my nipples and I wanted the pressure back cause I was so use to it. Trina expertly and quickly placed the rings in my nipples and began to play with them even though they were hurting not in a good way.

I was in the room for quite a long time and every day I was fucked brutally by Zach for hours on end. I grew to love each encounter and now I look forward to them because they please my dark Mistress Trina. I know I would die for her now if she asks, but she will never ask because I am her first. Whatever she asks of me I obey and make sure she is happy with the outcome. 

I learned that if I did something bad and angered my Mistress she would insert and lock into my pussy a vibrator that was controlled by her. She would set it to the bare minimum driving me crazy but not enough for me to get off. I don't do much to anger her but sometimes it can't be helped. When we go out in public she leads me with chains attached to my nipple clamps and I must always be naked so everyone can see my devotion to my Mistress. Some days while we are out she inserts and locks into place my punishment dildo and sets it to high. I had to learn to walk while in full bore orgasm.

I will always please my Mistress and look forward to breaking in her new corpse she dug up last night.



The New Slave



She checked her appearance in the mirror. It was always essential to make a strong, dominating yet erotic statement for a session with a new slave.

Her 36-inch breasts were cupped into brilliant mounds by the extremely expensive red leather, open-fronted bustiere. She carefully applied fire-engine red lipstick to her nipples, an added touch she thought complimented the lustrous red leather.

She checked that her mons and pussy lips looked sufficiently alluring, as she was wearing no panties. On her feet, calves and half-way up her thighs were her shiny red PVC boots, which added to her demeanour of hauteur.

The bare-breasted, uncovered pussy look was completed by tight-fitting red leather gloves, as tight as golf gloves, and brand new. She made a point of wearing new gloves for any session with a slave.

Jill Stanton pirouetted, looking at her lush, round buttocks in the full-length mirror. At 40 she was proud of her superbly sculpted figure – a figure she knew would have any slave gasping and panting.

With a final stroke of the brush over her short-cropped blonde hair and a quick lick of the lips with her tongue to make them glisten, she walked from her dressing room into the adjoining chamber where she knew her two young assistants, Mistress Ming, the Asian-Philippino 20-year-old, and Mistress Yvette, the 19-year-old black French beauty, would have the slave prepared.

She was not wrong. Suspended in the centre of the torture chamber was a magnificent example of manhood. "Ah," she said, in a voice expressing supreme satisfaction, "I see you have our new slave just the way we like them – hard and raring to go."

Jill Stanton walked in front of the bound man and inspected him and his position. His wrists were strapped into tight cuffs, which in turn were suspended by cords to ring bolts set about a yard apart on the ceiling. His ankles were in similar cuffs and his feet pulled wide by cords which went to ring bolts on the highly polished wooden floor.

Then she inspected her toy for the day. He was tall, raven-black hair came untrendily to his shoulders, but was, she noticed, gleaming with health and smelled of some expensive shampoo. Good, she loved a clean head of hair on a slave.

His eyes were dark pools of brown, which flashed with anger and also anticipation, as if he was aware that terrible things could – and probably would - happen to him. His eyebrows were as black as his hair. He was handsome in a rugged way.

But it was the rest of his body which started the sex juices flowing in Jill Stanton's groin. The man was obviously extremely fit, his muscles straining and proud, but not the grotesque over-enhancement favoured by body builders.

And his crotch area was his crowning glory. His scrotum was totally shaved and dark-brown, his testicles bunched tightly in their sac. His penis was similarly devoid of pubic hair – in fact the only trace of such hair was across his pubic bone, a dark little strip. And then the epitome of his crotch area was his cock.

Jill Stanton placed one cool leather glove on his shaft and stroked it. "Very impressive," she murmured. "What do you think, my darlings? Eight inches?"

The Asiatic girl, dark-haired and clad in knee-high leather boots, leather hot pants and a leather bolero jacket which exposed her small breasts when she moved, smiled: "At least, madam. Yvette and I have already nicknamed him 'Horse'."

Her partner, the French girl, who was identically garbed, added her view: "Eee iz a 'unk, madam, but zen you always enjoy new slaves when zey are 'unks, non?"

"Oui, Yvette," laughed Jill Stanton. "And tell me 'Horse', what is your real name, how old are you and – most importantly you divine new slave, you, how long is this magnificent piece of meat?"

The bound slave glared at her interrogator, then mumbled: "My name's Rod, I'm 38 and, if it's anything to do you with you, my cock is just over eight inches long when it's fully aroused."

And Jill Stanton smiled a knowing smile. She knew very well this marvellous trophy hanging before her was "fully aroused" and put some of it down to Ming and Yvette's manipulations, but also to her superb display of bare breasts.

Most slaves, she knew from years of experience, were basically big mummy's boys. What they really craved, apart from a little bit of pain, was to bury their faces – or their cocks – in mistress's big boobs!

"Rod – short for Rodney?" she inquired, still stroking his circumcised erection.

"Short for Roderick," he mumbled.

"Well, Roderick," snapped Jill Stanton, now sounding impatient now and eager to get on with her work, "for your impertinence in answering my question about the length of your cock, I'm going to torture it."

And with that, she stepped away and seated herself on a large easy chair – almost like a throne – and snapped her leather-gloved fingers to her two assistants. "Get him patched up!"

The two erotically-clad girls sprang to work. To his testicles, they attached little leather pads, by means of band aids, then – half-way up his turgid shaft – they placed another pad. Attached to the pads were lengths of cable which went to a control box sitting on a high table alongside Jill Stanton's chair.

She saw a look of fear and desperation cross the slave's face and smiled. She loved it when they looked like that!

"Fine, I see that's got your attention, Rod," she laughed. "Now I'll explain what's going to happen."

She pointed to the control box, with its central black toggle. "This toggle can be directed to five places on this box. When it is pushed into place, it opens an electrical circuit which will give you a shock."

Jill Stanton saw a look of terror flood her victim's face.

"Oh, nothing too severe," she hastened to inform him. "It's the mildest little twinge, but it will certainly get your attention."

And as she informed him of this, Jill Stanton was delighted to see that despite his impending predicament, the naked slave's cock was still rock-hard.

"Now you're curious, I suspect, about the five positions to which I can push the toggle. Position 1, is for the left testicle. Position 2, for the right. Follow me so far, Rod?" she asked.

"Yes," he muttered, sullenly, testing his bonds and no doubt, thought Jill Stanton, realising that escape was a futile hope – the lovely mistresses had done their job too well for that.

"Position 3," she Jill Santon, drawing out her slave's agony, "is for both testicles. Position 4, is for the shaft of your cock. And position 5 – ah, that's the Big Brute. That's for both balls and cock all at the same time. That'll be fun for you, won't it?"

"You're fucking insane," the slave almost screamed. "You can't fucking do this, you bitch!"

Jill Stanton laughed. "Oh, I can't, can't I?" she grinned, and pushed the toggle into position 1.

The effect was immediate. The slave's body went stiff – or those parts of his body that weren't stiff already did. His figure arched and bucked in his bonds and he let out a yelped "Aaargh" as the current flicked through his left testicle, albeit briefly.

"I can and I will," Jill Stanton informed him, "and I do it because I enjoy it. So you'd better get used to it my dear young slave."

The naked male slumped in his bonds. But Jill Stanton had not finished her verbal teasing of her soon-to-be-tormented slave.

"Now, just so that you can feel you're helping me play this lovely little game, my dear Rod, I'm going to get you to help me. That'll be fun, won't it?"

The slave glowered at her, then, seeing her finger hover over the toggle, he nodded: "Yes, it'll be fun."

"Great, you see how much more exciting it is when you play along with my little foibles, slave?" laughed Jill Stanton. "Now, this is how we work it. You get to select which position I push – and be inventive, darling. Not just 1, then 2, then 3 and so on. Move 'em around a bit, OK?"

Again a sullen nod from her victim.

"Lovely, then I'm ready to start the game. Give me a position – come on, slave, shout it out, I'm waiting!" the lush-breasted domina ordered her plaything.

"Two," cried the man, no doubt thinking he'd already suffered the first position.

Jill Stanton flicked the toggle and the little jolt drew another "Aaargh" from the lovely victim's mouth.

The dominatrix looked at him keenly, then decided it was time to move on. "Next!" she called, imperiously.

This time Rod called "Four" and as the current coursed through the nude's pulsating prick his entire body juddered and shuddered and again the by-now-familiar cry of "Aaargh" escaped his lips.

And so it went on for several minutes, as the slave obediently called out random numbers and Jill Stanton followed his calls, inflicting almost constant tweaks of pain through his cock and balls.

But, finally, it was all too much and the slave, still twitching and shuddering from a triple dose of current through both his balls and cock, shrieked: "Enough! Fucking enough! I can't stand any more, you fucking maniac. Stop it! Stop it!"

Jill Stanton smiled a wicked, ice-cold smile and stood from her chair and walked to the panting, sweat-covered slave.

"All right, you pathetic excuse for a man," she said, calmly, ominously calmly. "Now I'll hand you over to my most efficient young assistants.

"They'll work you over with their little whips. At any time feel free to call out for mercy and I'll continue with my little cock and ball torture game. Only don't call for that mercy too soon, you feeble little prick, because I simply adore watching Ming and Yvette work a new slave over."

As she was informing the slave of this devilish development, Jill Stanton watched while the young part-Chinese, part-Philippino and her black French accomplice selected their weapons from a table arrayed with all sorts of whips, floggers and paddles.

The minx-like Ming picked up a leather-handled crop, fully a yard in length. At its tip was a circle of stiff, almost rigid leather, about four inches across. It would, Jill Stanton knew, deliver a wicked sting to any part of the body to which it was applied – and Ming, she knew, was an experienced "applier".

Yvette, her large breasts falling from between the unbuttoned front of her leather bolero jacket, chose a paddle with a yard-long handle and a "business end" the size of a table-tennis bat. It would, Jill Stanton realised, be used on the slave's buttocks and would deliver a healthy blow upon impact. Young Rod was in for a torrid time, as she well knew.

"OK girls," said Jill Stanton, when the pair of punishers were standing ready to begin their wicked work on the slave, "get comfy."

With a grin at each other, both young women removed their jackets, now fully revealing their breasts. Ming's, while not as large as her black partner's, were firm little boobs, with very pronounced nipples, and large areolae. Yvette's, though, were lush, succulent beauties, fully 38-inches and large D-cups, with organ-stop like nipples.

"Get him hard before you start work," said Jill Stanton, "I always like a new slave to be hard before he gets a flogging."

And Yvette stepped forward and placed her garishly made-up mouth around the purple helmet of the slave's penis and soon had him sucked to a vein-popping erection.

Then the French girl stood and walked behind the slave. Ming stepped off to one side of him. They were ready. Rod eyed the girl in front of him, warily, then looked over his shoulder, where Yvette was placing the paddle against his bare right buttock.

"OK girls, away you go," said Jill Stanton, whose left hand crept between her thighs as she started to manipulate her pussy during the slave's torment.

At an almost identical instant, Yvette's paddle smacked home against a bare buttock, while Ming's implement cracked against the slave's inner right thigh. He jerked around wildly in his bonds in a totally useless attempt to escape the blows.

Yvette worked steadily on their slave's backside, beating a constant tattoo on his bum, while Ming walked around, working more slowly, but selecting various parts of his body to work on – pectorals, thighs, belly, upper shoulder blades, backs of his thighs.

Jill Stanton's fingers were fairly flying across her quim as she watched the semi-naked duo do their dastardly work on the writhing victim, then their slave could take no more.

With a bellowed "I give in, fuck it I give in, please stop, fucking stop!" the slave cried for mercy.

Both girls looked at Jill Stanton, who gave them a curt nod, a signal for them to replace their implements of punishment back on the table.

"Right, which means we can play the electro-shock game again, won't that be fun, Rod?" remarked the domina, mischievously.

"But first we need him hard again, I think. Your turn on the cock-rising routine, I think, Ming."

This time, the Asiatic beauty knelt in front of the gasping, panting slave and took the crown of his cock, limp after the attentions of the flogging, in her mouth.

The bound prisoner gave a sharp, hissed intake of breath as the lovely lady encircled his helmet, then started to expertly fellate him until his organ rose to full attention. Although she was careful not to go deep enough to dislodge the stuck on patch, Jill Stanton was sure that the 20-year-old mistress was giving him an exciting time as she re-aroused him.

"Enough," cried Jill Stanton, "we can't have him coming prematurely, can we? Thank-you, Ming, I'll take over from here."

With that, the tall fellatrix stepped away from the slave and Jill Stanton stepped in front of him. "Time for more cock and ball torture, eh, slave? And how does my new slave enjoy this? Fun, isn't it?"

The old saying "If looks could kill" most certainly applied here, thought Jill Stanton, as she looked into the slave's face.

He was silent and sullen. "Ming," said Jill Stanton, "give him a burst of position 5, your flogging seems to have driven him to silence."

The Asian girl stepped to the table and flicked the toggle. Inches from Jill Stanton's body, the slave bucked and writhed as the current sent a torrent of triple pain through his cock shaft and testes.

"Now fuckin' answer me, slave" Jill Stanton snapped, when her toy had calmed down.

"What was the fucking question?" the slave panted.

Jill Stanton almost smirked in his face. "Number 5, again, Ming, let's teach him some manners," she laughed.

Again the toggle flicked into position, again the slave bucked and writhed.

"I said 'how are you enjoying it? Fun isn't it?' Now tell me, tell me," Jill Stanton almost shrieked at her victim.

"It's great, it's fucking great, I'm having a fucking ball, you mad bitch!" snapped the slave.

"That's better," smiled Jill Stanton, resuming her seat and taking over the toggle.

"Now, my dear young new slave – make a request!"

"Five, you mad cunt!" the slave screamed, and Jill Stanton flicked the toggle into the triple torment phase. Then again, and again.

The slave bucked and threshed wildly as the shocks hit him, then, with a guttural grunting groan, his body stiffened and a plume of semen shot from his cock head up onto his belly, quickly followed by two more, both slightly smaller, but still quite thick wads of jism.

Jill Stanton rose from her chair, walked to the panting naked male and planted a tender kiss on his mouth.

"There, there," she smiled, "you can relax now. Give him an hour's break, girls, then we can start all over again. I think this slave is going to make a very nice slave, very nice indeed."

And with that she walked into her adjoining changing room, stripped off, enjoyed a lovely, long, luxurious shower, dried her hair using the blow drier, stepped into Victoria's Secret lingerie and her latest Versace outfit and walked out to the exclusive establishment's reception area.

"Thank-you, Patience," she told the immaculately-attired young woman, seated in reception.

"Same time next week, madam?" the woman inquired.

"That will be wonderful," said the older woman. "And I'd like Ming and Yvette as usual, too."

"They'll be on deck," smiled Patience. "Were they up to their usual standard today?"

Yes, thanks, as wicked as ever," said Jill Stanton, who then walked outside in the chill of a Knightsbridge winter. In the large forecourt stood a green Bentley Arnage.

She climbed into the passenger seat and found that the motor was already purring and the interior toasty warm thanks to the heater which was also purring away.

The man behind the wheel leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm taking you to La Cirque for a slap-up meal washed down by a couple of bottles of Krug, you wonderful woman."

"Thank-you, my dear," said Jill Stanton, "where would I be without you?"

The driver laughed as he steered the big Bentley out into the thick Knightsbridge traffic. "Oh, you'd get by very well without me, Jill," said Rod Stanton. "You'd find a new slave in no time."



The New Slave Ch. 01



Chapter 1: The Doctor Goes to Auction

Dr. Caren Sherry was on her way to the auction when she received an urgent phone call from one of her personal assistants. The assistant informed her that she had just gotten a call from a contact at the auction, informing her that there was a slave she needed to see and pay special attention to. "It was one that she would definitely want," the caller reported.

Since the Women's Sovereign Laws had been passed, males could be rounded up and herded into special designated areas where they were examined and put up for sale to the highest bidder. This had been going on for years, but most of it was on the black market. With the positions of power in women's hands, they had slowly taken over almost the entire world in a web of agreements and deals, assisting each other in their endeavors and agendas. Because of this, males had become a hunted species. The male slave trade had become a thriving business, with the number of personal slaves dictating a woman's position in the money arena. 

The male slave trade had grown in leaps in bounds since the advent of the new women's laws. What was once black market trading and extremely expensive to get into was now an affordable and prosperous business. There were male markets popping up everywhere and women that were in moneymaking positions could afford to buy what use to be out of their means. Only the richest of women could afford the luxury of slave holdings. But now, any woman that made decent money could afford at least something in the male market. Not a lot, but something. Dr. Sherry, with her medical practice, skin care line, and large properties, could afford almost any slave that she wanted, or desired, whichever her mood dictated. 

With the slave trade booming, there was a huge variety of slaves to be bought. The slave trade had even re-invented the concept of rentals with males being used temporarily for whatever you needed them for. There were worker slaves to be used in business, the home, the kitchen or whatever line of work they were needed. Whether you needed landscaping or lifting, entertainment or reproduction, they were on the market, somewhere. There were educational slaves, used mainly to teach or educate children. Then there were the entertainment slaves, used primarily for a vast array of sexual reasons. And there were the reproductive slaves, used only because their looks, intelligence, or aptitude could be passed on to offspring through their genetic makeup.

Because of the ever-growing slave trade, the industry was approaching an out-of-control situation. Prices had dropped and almost every female in an area would visit the local slave shows and pick over and examine all the slaves. The industry had become a male prostitution arena. At one point, anyone could examine or do whatever they were bold enough to do, close up, with any slave of their choice, for any amount of time they chose whether it be in public or in one of the ever popular private rooms. Slaves were being abused and used on a more than regular basis, but purchases were not being made. The slave traders were lobbying for laws that would protect their interests. There were vast amounts of money to be made. 

As the laws were slowly passed, the industry began to take on a more professional and businesslike approach. It had come to the point that the slaves were no longer being used prior to purchase unless the buyer knew the right people. They had even gone so far as to force the slaves to remain clothed, with a law requiring that the slave be modestly covered at all times. This law was enacted after it was found that the slave traders were getting stuck with older, less endowed or less attractive slaves. 

The vast majority of slaves that were purchased had been sold because of their looks or endowments. This was especially true in the entertainment slave category. Young slaves with thick or long members were sold outright for unbelievably high prices. The price even went up more if that slave was blonde haired, muscled, or had that particular look. Now, with the slaves being covered the women had no chance to examine them and were forced to buy the slaves sight unseen.

Most of the traders had learned that modestly covered translated to having just enough material that the cock and balls were covered, but this did not diminish their bulging attributes, of if the slave was required to bend over or move about. As always, there were ways to get around the laws, if you just knew how to bend them. It was not uncommon for women to attend the slave show and make the slaves perform just to be able to see what was beneath the skimpy covering. Touching was almost out of the question, but looking was still allowed. 

All of this was unimportant to Dr. Sherry. Caren had contacts in the industry who would call her ahead of the scheduled auction times and tell her if a slave was something special for her to look at. The auction would be more like a cattle call, with all of the slaves paraded around and bids placed on them in an arena. The law permitted for private viewing, which strictly meant VIEWING only. A clause in the law did not permit what was called Use Prior to Sale of a Slave, meaning sexual demonstrations. But more than viewing was very common in some auctions, if you knew the right people or had the right amount of money. Caren had both. 

Over the past several years in her search for slaves to do her business and personal work, Caren had learned all the tricks of the slave traders. There were countless fakes being shown in the arena. With the advent of the No Use laws, the common buyer was forced to look but not touch. Because of this, a lot of buyers purchased slaves only to find out that they were non-functional or had been altered in a variety of ways. A good-looking body alone didn't mean that the slave would be good for anything, other than just a good-looking body. He could be damaged, injured, or a fake. 

Fakes were created by means of everything from using pumping cylinders for quick enlargement, all the way through surgical modifications. The most common surgical mod was that of placing two large rubberized balls into the slave's scrotum, making him seem to be more than virile, hugely productive, and just plain hugely endowed. The buyers that lost fortunes in this regard were mostly those involved in the reproduction or entertainment businesses. 

Purchasing entertainment slaves for the entertainment of lady customers could bankrupt a business if it turned out that the slave was modified, meaning that he was in essence a eunuch, with no desire to please anyone or possibly equipment that did not work. 

Dr. Sherry relied heavily on finding the best, whether for pleasure or one of her business ventures in which she extensively used males—ones she referred to as her reproducing slaves. These she used in the manufacturing of her skin care products. These slaves were literally milked on a regular basis for their own version of milk that Dr. Sherry referred to laughingly as Cream. She had found that slaves with large testicular endowments made the best producers for her line of products. These types of slaves were very few and far between. It was not uncommon for her to pull her house slaves and even her property slaves for the purpose of making up a batch of Cream when the supply was running short. Her Cream factory ran for several hours a day, with the male slaves restrained and hooked up to modified milking machines, running continuously to make up for the demand when orders for the product became too large to fill. Dr. Sherry always took care of her customers. 

The machines used were standard milking machines like the ones used on cows, but with teat cups modified to adapt to the male anatomy. The machines were also modified to make the milking process more pleasurable for the slave. A content slave was easier to control than a hostile slave. The doctor had learned that a slow and deliberate milking produced much larger amounts than the quick jack-off methods, employed earlier throughout the industry. Plus, a slow and gradual release of the male produced a much larger and potent supply of Cream, rather than a few quick spurts. 

As the doctor neared the arena, she sat back in the luxury of her GMC Denali, a modest vehicle for a well-to-do business and landowner. Lorin, her personal assistant was giving her information on appointments later in the day, but Dr. Sherry was thinking about what the assistant had told her earlier. The exact phrase that the contact had used was "a must see" slave. Based on the numbers the contact had given her, Dr. Sherry was doubtful about the quality of the slave. She knew from experience that the worst selling slaves would be shown first, then in successive groups, with each group getting better. As in advertising, the traders were saving the best for last. The auctions usually went for about 10 showings, with anywhere from seven to 15 slaves, per showing. Each slave was marked with his number written on his chest and back in large letters.

The contact had given her the numbers three, two, and seven. With this information, Dr. Sherry would know to go to arena number two, for the third showing and look for the slave with the number seven marked on him. Easy enough. But the third showing meant that he was not considered special, endowed, good looking, or anything that would boost his price. But Dr. Sherry had long ago learned to trust her contacts, which she tipped very well. They had always given her valuable information. And this contact had said that this slave was "a must see," meaning that there was something that would make the doctor definitely want him. She would have to wait and see.

When she arrived at the auction arenas, Dr. Sherry, along with Lorin, went straight to the second arena and met with the sale master. The auction was already into the first group which gave Dr. Sherry plenty of time to find out more information. She arranged for a private viewing of the third group to show, finding out that there were 15 slaves in that group, and that several other buyers had already arranged for private viewings. This was good, since it meant that there would be more people there to distract the auction personnel if she decided to do a closer examination of this number seven. Again, the doctor thought back of what the contact had told her. A must see slave. Interesting…

The normal procedure was for slaves to be held in a closed area prior to their showing with only auction personnel around. Unless there was someone willing to pay for a private showing, the slaves would be held till the bidding time, when they would be lead into the arena. There they would be made to stand and be observed with the buyers at a distance. According to what the buyers wanted, the slaves were to do what they were told, with the exception of showing any covered flesh. The basic rule was that if it's covered, it stays covered. Because of this, women buyers would have the slaves stand, walk and move around, hoping that they could catch a glimpse of what was covered, or the slave's looks, in general. 

Knowing that this could get chaotic, the owners and traders would quietly and moderately sedate the slave to keep his movements to a minimum. Further, with some of the slaves there was always the possibility that they could resist or start trouble. The sedation of slaves was not permitted, but had become a more than common thing to do. At times it became comical, with some slaves barely able to walk, and others falling asleep while being shown. But normally, the sedation kept the slaves quiet, slower moving, and a lot less aroused. 

Caren and her assistant were lead to a quiet and surprisingly dark room for the private showing. Dr. Sherry even commented to her assistant on the darkness, finding it to be a lucky twist of fate. There were about 15 other women already in the room, each appearing to be very well off, a few of them even known to Dr. Sherry. After talking among themselves for several minutes, auction personnel lead the third showing group into the room. Dr. Sherry immediately saw number seven and was surprised. He didn't appear to be as bad as those that were normally in the first through seventh round showings. Normally, the eighth, ninth, and thenth rounds were the better to best slaves; the ones most sought after, and most expensive. 

Number seven was in his middle 40's, around 6 feet tall, probably in the area of around 170 pounds. He was clean-shaven and had short brown hair with grey mixed in at the temples. He was broad chested but not exceptionally muscled. His arms were thin and bound behind his back. Dr. Sherry immediately noticed his legs, which were long and muscled. They were very nice legs for a male slave. Another thing she immediately noticed, and thought was very odd, was the fact that he was darkly tanned. Usually, only entertainment slaves had tans. 

Each of the slaves was dressed in a short loincloth, and number seven's loincloth did not cover one hip, where the tan lines were more than obvious. In fact, he was freshly tanned and very dark. And one thing Dr. Sherry definitely noticed was how huge the slave bulged outward from under the short loincloth. He was more than obvious. He had been either just played with by an over sexed auction person, or he was huge. Watching him, Dr. Sherry decided that he must be huge, because he was getting neither harder nor softer. That bulge just stayed there, sticking out. 

Most of the slaves appeared to be dirty and some were even bruised. Bruising normally indicated that the slave was resistant or had been in some type of altercation, usually a bad indication if you were interested in purchasing that one. 

Caren moved immediately toward number seven, placing a large ring on her right hand middle finger as she moved through the crowd. Glancing around, she saw that there were only two auction personnel in the room, and both were wearing bright red vests, to make them clearly visible to buyers. The bright red vests would also make it easier for the doctor to keep an eye on them. She walked straight up to number seven and started visually examining him. 

He appeared to be in good shape, clean, and his skin appeared to have a slight sheen to it as if he had been recently oiled. The vast majority of slaves were never oiled, a preparation used mainly only those in entertainment. Being only about a foot from him, she could see that the bulge had not gone down, nor had it grown any. He definitely was large. She also noticed that the sedative had taken a pretty good effect on him and had left a dreamy look on his face and his eyes about half closed. That alone confirmed that the bulge was just that, a very large bulge, because sedatives for the slaves usually knocked down their arousal level to about zero. 

Caren gave Lorin a quick look. The look let her know that Caren was about to test the slave. Caren quietly whispered, "half way," as the assistant reached into a shoulder bag. The assistant discretely turned on an electronic power unit similar to a medical TENS unit, up to half power. The actual power switch was not on, but the unit was ready to send a remote signal to a receiver built into Caren's ring. The ring had a small metal nub on the bottom of it that would send an electric charge into whatever it touched. 

Glancing around, Caren could see that the two auction employees were busy and paying no attention to her. She immediately reached down, under the slave's loincloth and felt his cock. Looking at the assistant, she smiled and whispered, "thick". Moving her hand around, Dr. Sherry cupped the soft fleshy cock, with the bottom nub of the ring pressed into the underside of the cock shaft. She then watched closely as she whispered, "Lorin". Lorin immediately flipped the power switch to ON. There was an immediate slight jerk in the slave's body as he let out a soft moan. 

The doctor watched his face as his eyes flickered open, as if he were trying to wake up. She could also feel the immediate and obvious swelling as the electric current surged through his now thickening cock. Since only the nub of the ring was electrically conductive, she avoided being shocked. The current was mild enough to not shock her if she did touch his skin, but strong enough to tender sensitive skin that the slave would definitely feel it. Caren continued to watch his reaction and quietly said again, "Lorin". Lorin immediately turned the remote unit to OFF. 

Stepping back away from the slave, Caren looked at her assistant in surprise and said, "He is definitely an entertainment slave. His cock is more than functional since the effect of the current was immediate." 

Lorin just smiled as she prepared for her next instruction. Dr. Sherry looked at Lorin and told her to turn to to just under full power. Stepping back in close to the slave, she glanced around. It was obvious that the other buyers were keeping the auction personnel busy with questions. Caren knew that the slave's cock was functional since the electricity brought his arousal level up, indicated by the thickening. She didn't want to stimulate him too much, which would have made him erect and more than noticeable to the other buyers and auction personnel. Being sedated, his swelling immediately started going down with the electric stimulation turned off. 

Caren waited a moment, watching around the room. She then reached under the loincloth and felt around, finding the sac hanging below his cock. Gripping it, she was shocked to find that her fingers would not fit around the soft sack. It was huge. She immediately probed some more, and then wrapped her fingers around one ball. She watched the slave intently as she again spoke, "Lorin." 

The power in the remote was immediately switched on as she pressed the ring's nub hard into the bloated ball. The slave's body jerked slightly and this time, a longer moan came from his lips. The doctor also noticed that his stomach muscles immediately went hard and his thighs tensed up. Caren kept her grip on the ball, squeezing it in her tight grip. This time she could feel the hard tingling sensation coursing through her hand as her skin touched the slave's sack. She was attempting to find out whether the slave had been given testicular implants, which was common. The problem was that entertainment slaves were sometimes modified for better looks, or in some cases, bigger looks. In some cases, this ruined the slave's ability to have sex. In essence, it became a case of castration just for cosmetic attraction. She had no need for good looking slaves that were non functional. 

Caren held onto the ball tightly, allowing the current to surge through the fleshy muscled orb. The slave leaned backward, his hips beginning to thrust out slowly. He was becoming too obvious and she could also see the loincloth beginning to push outward. She squeezed harder, standing almost face to face with him, watching his face intently as her hand administered the test. After several seconds, she suddenly let go of him, a shocked look on her face. Lorin immediately turned the power to off not knowing what had happened. Caren quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Besides the slow outward thrust of his hips, the slave had begun to pant. It seemed that no one had noticed, or if they had, they were keeping it to themselves. A few of the nearby ladies were smiling. Lorin quickly asked, "did it get you?" referring to the electric shock. 

"No," Caren quietly replied, looking up smiling. "I think I just confirmed that he is totally functional." She pulled her hand out from under the loincloth and both of them looked down. The doctor's wrist was covered in what appeared to be several tablespoons of thick white cream.

"Did he cum?" Lorin asked. "No, the one ball couldn't take the manipulation or the electric shock and it just released, pumping out a small amount." There was no doubt that the slave was fully functional. Lorin quickly dug through the bag and handed the doctor several tissues. Caren quickly cleaned up, and then wiped the slave's cock head off, getting rid of all visible evidence. Had she been discovered, she would have been banned from the auction circuit for an extended period of time. Testing slaves was highly prohibited.




The New Slave Ch. 01



Editor's Note; story contains nonconconsentual situations.

I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as I did writing it. 

*

I have never considered myself as straight or gay, I just don't know. I guess I just go with the norm, you know, it's expected of you to be with the opposite sex.

Let me start by introducing myself, my name is Daniel. I'm about five foot six inches, eighteen and very skinny and always have been. I have fairly short brown hair and some people say slightly feminine looks. I'm extremely shy around just about everyone and don't have many friends. I'm fanatical about star wars, dungeon and dragons and Marvel comics. Yep, you guessed it, I'm a geek. You have probably also guessed (correctly) that I get bullied a lot at school, by both sex's. I'm weak, physically and mentally. High school was hell for me. My father died when I was just 5 and my mother raised me on her own. She was very protective of me often fighting my battles for me at school, that just seemed make things worse, so I stopped telling her when I got in trouble.

It's hot in class today. The country's going through a freak heatwave and all the windows are open to try and keep the room cool, it isn't working. Everybody in the class are there fanning themselves with books or what ever they can find to keep themselves cool. This lesson is media studies which I quite enjoy but the heat is getting to us all and no one seems to be that enthusiastic today.

I'm suddenly aware that my cock is fully erect. You could probably put it down to hormones or my age, or both but my cock seemed to have a mind of it's own lately. I would pop a boner without even thinking anything sexual and today it's decided to come to life in the middle of class! I think I must have groaned with the frustration as several heads turned round to look at me. I look away from them and kept myself close to the desk so no one can see my embarrassment. 

It's thirty minutes later and I still have the boner, it just won't go down. I'm going to have to do something about it. Fortunately it's lunch break after this class so I'll head to the toilets and deal with it there. 

Theres a ringing in my ears, class has ended. I hang back and wait till every one has left before I pick up my course books and cover my groin with them. Even so it's still not easy to completely hide my arousal. This is due to me being very skinny, wearing boxers and having a nine inch cock. Put all these together and you can understand why my bulge is very prominent.

I make my way down the corridor towards the nearest toilets walking quite briskly, when suddenly as I round a corner I bump into Shane Anderson and Joe McNeil, I freeze knowing what was about to happen next.

Shane and Joe are out and out bullies, they love to torment me, stealing my books, roughing me up and generally reducing me to tears. They would actively seek me out to have some what they call fun with me, often waiting after college at the gates or somewhere along my route home. How they found out where I live I'll never know, they must have followed me one time. Shane is tall, around six foot and sports a swimmers build, his strong arms are more than a match for my weak body. He's handsome too, with a cropped hair and slight wispy beard. Joe on the other hand is much thinner, not as skinny as me but not far off. The ginger mop on his head looks like it has never seen a comb or brush his entire life. His face isn't what you'd call handsome but more cute with a pointed upturned nose and freckles. He is fairly scruffy too always wearing a hoodie and trackies.

"Hey look, it's the weed," Shane announces.

"Hey weed, where you off to in a hurry?" he asks. I back away nervously. I know they won't try any thing here as there are too many people around.

"I think he's going to start crying again," Joe says.

"Leave me alone," I manage to squeak out.

"Not until you tell us where you're going?" Shane booms and precedes to knock the books out of my hand. As he does so the books scatter on the floor and his hand catches my erection causing it to bounce in under the fabric of my trousers.

"What the fuck!" I hear Joe say. 

I've had enough. I quickly pick up my books, expecting them to grab me but they seem to be frozen. I take my opportunity and run past them.

I run round a corner and into the nearest toilets, hoping they didn't see me. God damn, my cock is still rock hard! I make my way into a cubicle and wait for the sound of the door to open. Ten minutes pass and it's still quiet, I relax but my cock still has other ideas. I really do need to jack off now as it's really aching from being hard so long.

I drop my trousers and underwear, sit on the toilet and begin to stroke my incredibly hard cock, I have never known it get this hard before. I'm very close now and can feel my cum building up in my groin. Suddenly I hear the toilet door open and I freeze, I listen intently but apart from a dripping tap I can't hear a thing. I wait a while but still everything is quiet. To make sure I bend down and look under the stalls but I can't see any feet, there's no one in here, I breathe a sigh of relief.

I stand up and face the toilet bowl not wanting to cum over my clothes and stroke my cock. I hear a crash.

"OW! FUCK!" 

Someone's in the next cubicle! I look up just in time to see some fingers on the top of the divider disappear, then the sound of footsteps running and the toilet door opening. Someone was watching me! My heart start's racing and I feel panic wash over me. What if they report me? Shit, I would be in serious trouble. I quickly pull up my pants and my trousers and gingerly open the cubicle door. I look around but it's all quiet so I walk out and look in the next cubicle, there's no one there. As I exit the toilets I look down the corridor, everything seems normal. Other students mill around going from room to room or just chatting to friends. No body looks at me and I sort of feel a little relieved.

For the rest of that day during class I can't help thinking about what had happened. The very Idea that someone had seen my cock aroused me getting me hard. I can't stop thinking about it. It was obviously a boy, it happened in the boy's toilets. What would it be like to have another boy watch me wank? What would it be like to watch another boy wank? What would it be like to wank each other? OH FUCK! Am I gay??? Stop it Daniel! Get a grip on yourself, get back to the lesson. I can't, my imagination is running away with me and so are my hormones.

The final bell rings and all the other students head off home but I have an evening class to attend. When I arrive at the class I find my teacher has taken Ill and class has been cancelled, cursing under my breath I head home myself.

My route home takes me through some woods which are usually pretty quiet. I often fantasise about stripping all my clothes off and running through them naked but I know in reality I would never have the courage to do such a thing. I'm still troubled by my thoughts on what happened earlier. Maybe they have reported me but surely I would have been summoned to the principles office before home time. Thankfully my cock is now soft and I try to keep the thoughts of what happened out of my head.

I can hear footsteps behind me, running, coming towards me. Before I can react I'm grabbed by both my arms.

"Got ya!"

Shit it's Shane and Joe. I struggle but their grip is too strong. I'm scared.

"Get him over here," Shane says.

The drag me through some thicket and back me against a tree. They pull my arms around my back and tie them round the tree.

"What are you doing?" I cry.

"Shut up faggot! We want to see that big cock of yours," Joe says.

"Why don't we blindfold him?" I Shane suggests.

"No, please don't," I plead panicking.

Joe removes my school tie and wraps it round my head. I try to shake my head to stop him but his grip is too strong. I can't see a thing. I feel my shirt being tugged out my trousers and unbuttoned. At the same time my belt buckle is undone, my trousers unzipped and soon they are around my ankles. I hope to god I don't get a boner. Fingers are now prying under the waistband of my boxers and soon they are around my ankles. A cool breeze blows around my exposed groin causing my testicles to retract and I suddenly feel extremely exposed.

"It doesn't look that big," I hear Joe say.

"He's not hard yet," Shane replies.

I feel fingers stroke my cock and it begins to spring to life.

"Please stop," I plead.

"Fuck man, what are you doing? Dude you're playing with his cock" I hear Joe giggle.

"I want to see it hard," Shane says.

I hate what is happening yet his touch is soft and sensual and soon my cock is rock hard.

"Wow that's huge," Shane says.

"Fuck yeah, wank him off man lets see him shoot," Joe suggests.

I feel my cock being tugged and I groan in protest.

"Please don't," I keep pleading but they're not listening.

I can't believe how quickly my orgasm is building, I try to stifle it but it's out of my control. My body starts to shake and every muscle in my body tenses.

"Urrrrghhhh fuck!" I cry as my cock spasms and I shoot my load.

"FUCK YEAH!" I hear Shane shout, "Oh man that's awesome!"

I keep spurting as Shane keeps wanking me.

"Did you see how far he shot?" Joe asks.

"Yeah man, fucking awesome!" Shane replies.

"That's made me harder than wood," Joe says.

"Fuck! Someones coming!" I hear Shane say, "Run!"

I protest, "No don't leave me here, wait!"

But I hear their footsteps running off into the distance. Everything goes quiet and I suddenly feel really vulnerable. I hear a twig break and footsteps move towards me, my heart begins to race.

"Hello?" I call out.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" I hear a voice say.

He sounds mature, his voice is deep, silky and smooth, I shiver.

"Hey Mr, can you help me?" I ask.

"Who did this to you?" He asked.

I didn't want him to know I was being bullied so I say, "Some boy's were just fooling around."

"Well young man," he says, "you're just what I've been looking for so please forgive me for this."

Forgive him for what? I feel an almighty thud on my head.

***

It's dark, my head hurts. Ow! My head really hurts. I open my eyes but it's still dark, I can feel something over my eyes, I feel groggy. Where am I? Got to pull this thing off my face but I can't move my arms. What the fuck? I pull again, I hear the rattle of chains. Suddenly I'm completely awake, panic sets in. Oh my god! I'm tied up!

I begin to scream but it sounds muffled, my mouth feels full. Huh? Something is in my mouth stopping any sound from coming out. It feels round like someone has put a cricket ball there. I begin to pull frantically at the chains. my arms are above my head, I can feel something around my wrists. I explore with my fingers and can feel leather and the cold hard steel of the chains. I realise that I'm hanging by them and my arms are aching. I can feel the floor beneath my feet so I push down and soon I'm standing, my arms welcoming some relief. I try to pull at the chains harder but they stay fast. My heart's racing, my breathing sporadic, terror races through my body. I begin to cry, then sob, uncontrollably. I'm certain my life is going to end today. I think of my mother, surely she would notice I hadn't made it home and start looking for me, then I realise with horror that she wouldn't be expecting me home till late as I'm supposed to be in the evening class.

The room is cool and the smell of leather enters my nostrils. I hear the sound of a metallic latch, then the creak of hinges, followed by that same metallic latch.

This is it, I'm going to die.

I begin to scream, but the gag silences me and I frantically pull at the chains, lifting my legs hoping that would cause them to break. I'm suddenly aware of a presence behind me and my panic attacks intensify.

"No please, I don't want to die," I try to say.

I felt a pair of arms wrap round me and then the warmth of a body against my back. The arms hold me tight and a voice speaks directly into my left ear.

"Shhh, it's ok. Shhh," he says in a very low whisper. I can feel his warm breath on my neck. His voice nice, soothing even and I slowly began to calm down as he keeps holding me tight.

"Nobody is going to hurt you, just enjoy it," the voice whispers again. I'm still sobbing but his cooing in my ear and the warm embrace helps me to bring it under control. I want to ask him why I'm there, what is going to happen to me. His grip relaxes and I'm soon aware he is unbuttoning my shirt. I panic again and struggle but soon my shirt is completely open and he resumes his tight embrace. 

"Shhh, Just enjoy it. You're going to experience pleasure you never dreamt was possible," he whispers again. There is something hypnotic in his voice that seems to calm me down. He begins lightly kissing my neck and I feel myself slowly melting. I can't understand it. Here I am, my life in danger, feeling helpless in his arms yet warming to his embrace.

His embrace relaxes again and his fingers very gently begin to caress my chest. I gasp. His fingers begin to slowly trace a route from my chest, over my stomach and up my sides. To me it's a touch of terror yet extremely erotic at the same time, my cock starts to stiffen.

"Please don't, please stop," I try to say. 

I'm extremely ticklish and this guys touch is electrifying. I find myself laughing between sobs. Why the fuck am I laughing? His fingers find their way to my armpits and gently caress my soft hairs. I loose it and begin to buck wildly, laughing uncontrollably trying to get my arms down to stop him. He stays there not letting up. I'm screaming for him stop but it just comes out muffled. Eventually he lets up and his fingers slide slowly back to my stomach. I'm gasping for breath, breathing heavily through my nostrils. I'm alarmed to realise that my cock is now fully erect and throbbing and I know my state of arousal would be clearly visible through my trousers. His hands find my belt buckle and begins to undo it. My legs buckle, my arms taking all my weight and I start to sob uncontrollably again as I realise that I'm about to be stripped and possibly raped. I have no strength left to struggle and I begin to resign myself to my fate. The safety of my home, my warm bed, the loving arms of my mother seem a million miles away and I wonder if I would ever see them again. I'm terrified yet apprehensive and most definitely aroused.

Soon my trousers fall around my ankles and he's now at my feet removing my shoes, socks and then trousers. Once they're gone I feel him stand back up behind me and put his arms around me again. His hands then begin to caress my erection through my boxers. Oh god that feels nice.

His fingers trace the outline of my cock starting at the base and ending at the tip. His touch feels wonderful and I suddenly realise that I'm groaning with pleasure. His fingers pry open the waistband and slipping underneath they find my member. I gasp as the only hand other than mine and Shane's gently caresses my shaft, it feels wonderful. I'm in conflict with myself, why am I enjoying this? I let out a long groan and as he strokes. Soon my boxers are being pulled down my cock with them, the waistband passes the end of my cock and it bounces back up and slaps my belly hard.

"Lovely," he whispers. His hot breath washing over my neck, his mouth peppering my neck with soft kisses. Although I'm still sobbing it's slowly being replaced with desire and passion. He moves back down to my feet and pulls off my boxers, then I feel some restraints being tied around my ankles. My legs are then pulled wide apart so I am no longer able to support my own weight and I hear more chains. I try to pull my legs back but I quickly realise they have been fastened in place. I am now painfully aware I'm completely naked with an erection in front of a strange man that I can't see. I feel unbelievably vulnerable. The man stands back up behind me and moves, pushing me forward so my back is arching backward. 

Then man starts to slowly stroke the full length of my cock with his teasing fingers, I groan. His hand slides up and down the full length of my nine inch cock tantalisingly slow, sometimes pausing to play with my circumcised head. His other hand starts stroking my butt, his fingers finding its way to my hole. I start to panic again, I'm terrified, I think my most private region is about to be violate. I buck my hips but his finger is relentless. As his finger touches my tight hole it's like he had found a button that says "Press here to cum". My body shakes violently.

"MMMMM CMMMMM MMMGMGG!!!!" 

I convulse as the cum races up my cock and I erupt. The orgasm is so intense, bigger than I have ever experienced before, bigger than I ever dreamt I could have.

The man behind me speaks, still softly and still in my ear, "Oh yes, you horny little slut, I'm going to enjoy making you my slave boy."

What? Slave boy?

Suddenly I'm having visions of me being kept there against my will and never seeing my family or home ever again. I begin to cry, my emotions out of control. I have trouble breathing through my nose as I'm almost hyperventilating. I try my best plead with him, to let me go but all that comes out are muffled cries.

The man moves from behind me and I feel cool air on my back where his warmth had once been. He then undid something at the back of my head and I feel the ball gag falling from my mouth. I immediately cry out.

"Pleeeease, sob, sob, l-l-let m-m-m-me g-go, sob, I w-w-w-want to go home, sob, sob." I began to completely loose it, "I don't want to dieeeeee!"

Suddenly I feel his warm body press against my front and his strong arms wrap around my waist. There's pressure on my lips and I realise I'm being kissed. I try to keep my mouth closed but my sobs are causing my lungs to scream out for air and my mouth involuntary opens to gasp for more oxygen. My mouth is forced open more and a tongue enters to explore. For the first time in my life I am being kissed, passionately and it feels good. I'm still sobbing, grabbing what breath I can from his hungry mouth but they're subsiding. The kissing stops and he holds me tight, his head next to mine, it almost feels as though he is giving me affection.

"Ssshhh," he whispers in my ear, "You're not going to die and you will be able to go home soon, I promise." 

I pant heavily as he caresses my back and buttocks. I'm confused, my tormentor is showing me kindness and unbelievably I begin to feel safe in his embrace. Without realising I bury my head in his neck and he strokes my hair.

"But you are going to be my slave boy and you are going to do as you are told," he says "But don't worry I will look after you and keep you safe as long as you obey me. If you don't you will be punished. Do you understand?"

I feel hypnotised by his deep smooth voice and amazingly I do feel safe in his embrace. I nod.

"Good," he says, "and from now on you are to call me Master or Sir. Do you understand?" 

I nod again.

"Say it."

I hesitate.

"Say it!"

His tone more threatening now, I don't like it, it shocks me.

"Y-y-y-yes," I reply.

"Yes what."

"Y-y-y-yes Sir."

He lifts my chin and kisses me again.

"Good boy," he says, "lets continue."

He pulls away, I suddenly feel vulnerable again and I let out a whimper. Soon my arms are being lowered and I feel the blood rushing back into them, I didn't realise how much they was aching until then. He removes the cuffs so he could remove my shirt.




The New Slave Ch. 01



I'm then pushed to my knees and made to bend forwards, my head touches the floor. He turns my head and I can feel the cold floor against my cheek. My hands are then pulled back beneath me the cuffs put back on and then chained to my feet. My arse is now in the air exposing my virgin hole and my genitals and it suddenly dawns on me what was going to happen. I start to cry again.

"Oh, god no, please don't, please I don't want this," I sob but my cries are ignored. 

His hands explore my ass cheeks, his touch soft and gentle. His fingers brush over my hole and I gasp at the sensation, it's electrifying and my cock is immediately rock hard again. His hands explore my bare virgin ass for what seems like ages, exploring all over my rear end from my genitals up to my lower back. The sensation is like nothing I have ever experienced before and I'm shocked to find I'm groaning with pleasure between my cries of protest. Here I am with my most intimate parts only ever uncovered in the privacy of my bedroom or bathroom now fully exposed and at the mercy of a complete stranger. I feel some liquid being poured over my anus then his hands rubbing it in all around my rear. This seems to intensify the sensation. He rubs the lotion all round my tight balls and the whole length of my rock hard cock. This is another new sensation as his fingers slips easily over my member almost causing me to blow another load there and then. He stops before I do.

His hands soon stopped exploring and suddenly I feel something wet touch my tight hole.

"Oh!" I gasp loudly. It's a tongue! It dances and flicks up and down from the base of my tight sack to my puckered anus. I'm now groaning loudly and panting with desire, I'm no longer protesting, this is AMAZING!

"Do you like that slave boy?" the man says briefly pausing, his voice still smooth and deep.

"Oh God yes! Urrghh! I love it!" I hear myself say.

My cock is now hurting it's that hard and it twitches every time the tongue flicks over my hole. I want so badly to cum now and I'm so pleased when his hand starts to stroke it. His tongue now concentrating more on my anus when suddenly he pushes deep into my hole. I let out a cry.

"Arrghh, I'm going to cum!" I announce.

Quickly the hand stroking me stops and grabs my cock tight at it's base. The wave of euphoria you experience when cumming washes over me but my orgasm doesn't happen. I'm panting heavily wanting so badly to shoot. 

"You are not to cum without permission, do you understand?" he asks.

I answer yes but not really understanding why. Any fear I have at being fucked has completely gone and I am quite alarmed when I realise I want that tongue back in my hole. He had stopped jacking me too and I'm starting to feel a little frustrated. His tongue is replaced by his finger, it probes my hole and slowly bit by bit it works it's way inside. The first knuckle passes my sphincter and I groan. The second knuckle passes and I groan louder. I had no idea that something entering my anus could give so much pleasure. Soon he's finger fucking me, his finger inserting fully then completely withdrawing before being push in again. Suddenly he stops completely removing his finger and I feel empty. I wanted it back badly.

I groan, "please".

"please what?" the man asks his tone hard again.

"Please sir"

"What do you want slave boy?" he asks.

"I want it back sir" I reply.

"What do you want back slave boy?"

"Your finger sir."

"Where do you want my finger?"

"In my ass sir."

"I want you to say 'Please sir, please my I have you finger back in my boy cunt.'"

My heart thumps hard. I knew saying that would make me feel degraded, humiliated but I can't help it. I need that finger back in my hole.

"Please sir, please may I have your finger back in my boy cunt," I pant.

The finger is back, it goes in deep but instead of finger fucking me it is exploring. It touches something inside and I jump, I suddenly have an extreme desire to either cum or piss.

"OOOOHHHH!" I groan. The finger starts fucking again but this time it brushes that spot each time.

"AARRGGHH! FUCK!" I scream as my body shakes, like an earthquake is passing through it and I erupt again delivering another load onto the floor.

"I didn't give you permission to cum," he says. He doesn't sound pleased.

"I c-c-couldn't h-h-help it" I pant.

"I'm going to have to punish you now for cumming and not calling me sir."

"NO! PLEASE SIR, I'M SORRY, PLEASE DON'T," I scream.

"SHUT UP!" he shouts, "or I'll put the gag back in your mouth. The belt I think"

I cry again, fear fills my body.

"Five for cumming with out permission and five for not calling me sir"

Something lightly touches my ass, I jerk violently and shout.

"Please sir" I beg.

THWACK! 

I scream, the pain is searing.

"I'm going to have to gag you," he says.

"No! Please sir, don't" I plead. Suddenly the gag is back in my mouth and being tied up at the back of my head.

THWACK!

I scream again but little sound comes out. Again and again the whip ravages my soft cheeks the pain searing. By now the blindfold is drenched with my tears.

Eventually the whipping stops and I flinch when his hand rubs the welts on my ass. It feels cool though and I realise cream is being rubbed in. My gag is removed as I continue to sob my heart out. The man is at my ear.

"Shhh, there there," he says, his tone soft and smooth again. He strokes my hair as he speaks. "As long as you do as you're told that won't happen again. If you want to cum you must ask for permission. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-y-yes s-s-sir," I sob.

He unties my hands and pulls me up, I'm now kneeling. I feel his warmth in front of me and his arms wrap around me. One hand strokes my hair and the other strokes my back and buttocks. He rocks me gently as I sob. My arms now free I find that I'm hugging him, my chin on his shoulder. We stay like this for a while..

"Do you feel better?" he whispers in my ear.

"Yes sir, thank you sir"

I thanked him? The man who kidnapped me and just thrashed my ass and I'm grateful? My head is spinning, damn this is really fucking me up.

He pulls away and lifts me up so I'm standing again, legs still wide apart. My arms are chained up again above my head. Then he releases my feet and lifts them up and chains to the same fixing as my wrists. I am now hanging and the stress of being strung up causes me to start sobbing again.

I gasp as I feel his tongue back at my anus and soon I am overcome with desire to have my hole filled. It doesn't last long before his fingers are back and he is finger fucking me again but this time with two fingers. I groan, it feels so good, I don't want it to stop. Then he adds a third finger, he is stretching my hole. He strokes my cock with his other hand, the oil on it makes it feels so sensual.

Soon his fingers are replaced by something else. It feels blunt and is pushing hard at my opening. I thought I am about to get fucked when it begins to vibrate.

"Ohhhh," I exult at the sensation pressing against my hole. Slowly my ring piece stretches until suddenly it breaks through and the pain hits me.

"Arrrghhh! Stop! Please sir take it out, it hurts, please," I beg starting to cry again.

"It's ok, the pain will pass, just try and relax," he says in his soft silky voice.

I whimper it feels like my arse is being ripped open. The idea of something bigger than a finger entering my ass had gotten me quite aroused but I wasn't ready for pain like this. However Sir is right and soon the pain subsides and I am aware of the full sensation in my anus.

"Is that better?" he asks.

"Yes sir" I reply.

The pressure is reapplied and as it slides in, I can feel my insides slowly being filled. It feels wonderful. It pushes past my prostrate and I whimper as my cock twitches in anticipation of cumming again. Soon it is completely in and I can feel the slow vibrations against my sweet spot. The vibrations suddenly intensify and I let out a high pitched groan as it massages my prostrate. Before long I am ready to shoot again.

"Please sir, may I cum? I'm close," I ask panting.

"No not yet," he replies and the dildo is removed. I groan in frustration and I suddenly feel very empty. He waits, for what seem like ages before resuming but soon I am being fucked with the dildo again. Each time I come close and ask him for permission to cum I am denied and he stops. He keeps this up for ages and I want to cum so bad now I am pleading.

"Please sir, let me cum, I really need to cum,"

"Soon boy, soon," he replies.

I could feel the dildo back at my hole but this time it isn't vibrating.

"Are you ready boy? Are you ready to give up your cherry to me?" he asks.

My heart is now racing, I know what giving up your cherry means. I am about to lose my virginity to a complete stranger, someone I can't even see yet I want it so bad.

"Yes sir, yes I'm ready," I reply panting heavily.

"Tell me what you want me to do?" he asks.

"I want you to take my cherry sir, please, I want you to fuck me." I'm desperate for it now, I am begging for his cock to enter me.

I feel pressure and suddenly the head of his cock pushes past my tight ring of muscle.

"Oh you are so tight boy, I'm going to enjoy fucking your tight virgin ass," he says.

I'm lost in the moment, It feels wonderful having him inside me, I need him inside me.

"Yes sir, fuck me sir, fuck my tight virgin ass," I shout.

He pushes again and I can feel him fill my bowels. His cock is bigger than the dildo, I feel much fuller. Soon he is deep inside me as his groin touched my ass cheeks. I groan in ecstasy. He fucks me slowly taking long strokes pulling almost completely out before pushing back all the way in. His large cock pressing hard on my prostrate. Here I am, kidnapped, strung up being raped and I'm enjoying it, is it really rape if I'm enjoying it? He is pumping hard now and fast and I can hear his breathing is erratic. I groan and grunt with each thrust and I feel my orgasm boiling up.

"Arrrghh! Please sir, I'm going to cum, please may I cum?" I beg.

"Yes boy, shoot that load, shoot it all up me," he says stroking my cock against his belly.

My whole body starts shaking and I deliver my fourth lot of cum that day.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I hear sir say and as I am still pumping out cum he rams his cock deep inside me and I feel it pulse as he blasts his load deep inside my bowels. Sir then slowly slides his cock from my ass and I suddenly feel empty.

He unties my feet and they touch the floor but as he unbinds my hands my legs are week and I collapse on the floor. I'm exhausted. He quickly lifts me up and guides me somewhere. I hear the latch on the door and soon we are walking up some stairs. We walk in to a room and it sound's echoey, I realise it must be a bathroom. He ties my hands behind my back and walks me into what I'm guessing is a shower booth.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he says.

I'm suddenly getting wet, the water is warm and comforting, I stand there letting it cascade over my body. I can hear him getting undressed, I'm wondering what he looks like. Soon he has joined me and is soaping my body, his touch erotic. He soaps me everywhere and when he reaches my anus gently uses his finger to clean and probe it. My cock is rock hard again and he notices.

"We need to do something about that before I let you go," he says.

He's going to let me go? Suddenly a wave of emotion washes over me and I start sobbing again but this time with relief. My ordeal is about to end, I'm going to see my family again. He kisses me tenderly while stroking my cock and it calms me down. His finger is back at my anus and is soon inside me caressing my sweet spot. He strokes my hard cock and I'm amazed how quickly my orgasm is building again and very soon I blast another load up his shower wall.

"I love how much you cum," he says.

Soon I am being dried off, I feel like a little boy that has just been bathed by my mother. He then leads me out of the shower room and lowers me. I feel a mattress under me and realise he is lying me on a bed. Comfort at last. Suddenly his hand is over my mouth, I panic as a sweet sickly smell enters my nostrils.

***

Headache, major headache.

I slowly open my eyes, where am I? I can hear birds singing, trees rustling. I look around, I am back in the woods. Everything suddenly comes all flooding back to me, the abduction, the whipping, being fucked. I sit there for a while dazed and confused, relieved to be still alive, glad that I would still get to see my family, sleep in my own bed. But then suddenly ashamed, for enjoying it, for begging to be fucked.

Why did I enjoy it? Why did I enjoy being abused?

I feel a hatred build inside me for this man that took advantage of me. I'm weak, always have been, he took advantage of that. I hate being such a weakling. I begin to cry again, the trauma of what happened catching up with me.

Why the fuck am I crying? I should be happy that it's over.

I look up and see that it's starting to get dark, I'd better get home. I dry my eyes on my shirt sleeve and stand up.

Ow! What the fuck!

There is something on my cock. I feel my cock through my pants, it's hard but I'm not erect. I undo my trousers looking round to make sure no-one is around and lower my pants. My cock is inside a clear plastic device. It loops around my balls with a small padlock at the top. A tube runs down from the padlock where my cock is inside. At the bottom is a hole.

What the fuck is this?

I try to pull it off but it is tight and it seems if I pull too hard my balls would be pulled off too. I decided I would take a closer look when I got home.

I got home around seven pm.

"High dear how was evening class?" my mother asks not looking up from the TV.

Oh god, It was cancelled! Of course she thought I was at evening class. I look at her wondering if I should tell her. If I do, the police would get involved. Do I want that?

"Oh it was fine," I lie.

"Dinner is on the side," She adds.

I go into the kitchen and see the pasta dish. I don't feel hungry. I run upstairs to my bedroom and throw my books down on the bed and that's when I see it. It's in the pages of one of my text books, the DVD is just poking out. I pick it up, there is writing on it.

"Before you call the police watch this first."

I put it in my PC. To begin with the screen is black, then suddenly it shows a scene of a boy, arms above his head tied to the ceiling of what appears to be a cellar. The cellar is decked out with various contraptions. I can see a large cross in the corner, a cage next to it and above that on the wall various whips and toys all of which are unclear. He is blindfolded and is slumped, head hanging down. He looks at lot like... My heart sinks. It's me!. He video'd the whole thing!

My head is saying throw it way, call the police but my curiosity says watch it and winning. I want to see my assailant. I want to put a face to that soft smooth silky voice.

As I watch I see the terror on my face as I wake up. When the kidnapper walks in my heart sinks again as he is wearing a balaclava and is fully clothed. He is slim, tall and seems to be quite fit. He is wearing tight jeans and a tight T-shirt. He is slow and deliberate in his movements and exudes confidence.

I watch as I loose control and sir comforts me. I watch as I am slowly stripped. I watch as sir wanks me and I shoot the biggest load I have ever seen, much bigger than any I have ever had by my own hand. I watch as I break down when sir calls me his slave, tears fill my eyes when I see this, I feel so pathetic. I watch as I am lowered and tied to the floor where sir plays with my ass. I watch as he licks out my ass. My cock starts to stiffen.

Ow! I'm rudely reminded of the device on my cock, this thing hurts when I get hard. 

I watch as he fingers my hole. I watch as I beg for the finger back in my ass. I watch as I blow another load on the floor. I watch as I am whipped for cumming, more tears fill my eyes. I watch as I am put on my knees and he gives me some affection. I watch as I am strung up and my anus is stretched by him. I watch as a large black vibrator is push in my ass, my cock stiffens further. 

Jesus! Fuck!

I have got to get this thing off!

I watch as he brings me close to orgasm and then denies me. I watch as I beg for him to fuck me. I watch as he enters me and the look of joy on my face. I watch as I blow another load up his chest and over his balaclava. I watch as sir blows his load in my ass. I watch as I am lowered and I collapsed. I watch as am showered and how I enjoy the attention. I watch as he makes me blow another load in the shower. I watch as sir stands looking at the camera and speaks.

"Daniel, now that you have watched this video you can see that you was willing in a lot of the things that was happening. If you decide to go to the police we will send a copy of this video to everyone in your college including teachers and your parents, the choice is yours.

You will also notice that I have put a chastity device on your cock. I hold the only key and you will only be allowed to cum in my presence. If you try to remove it you will do yourself permanent damage. Don't worry you can still go to the toilet as normal, you just can't masturbate.

I will be in touch shortly with further instructions."

My heart sinks further and I begin to blubber.

What am I going to do? How am I going to get out of this?

My mobile phone vibrates. I pull it out from my trousers. It's a message, from Sir! Fuck he's put his number in my phone!

"Get some rest. Your training will begin tomorrow. You will get further instructions then"

I fling myself on the bed and bawl. This isn't over by a long way.



The New Slave Ch. 01



Dr. Sherry stepped back, smiling, her eyes wide. "I want this one." She looked around the room, finally seeing one of the auction personnel. Waving to her, she held up a card indicating that an immediate sale was to be made. As the auction worker came over Caren told her assistant to get a belt ready. 

In the auctions, 99% of all sales were on the floor, with buyers bidding on slaves in the arena. But prior to auction, owners could set an undisclosed price on a slave, telling the value that is required to the auction personnel. In the event of what is called an immediate sale, the price is guaranteed to be met, with an additional $500 tacked onto the seller's price. Sort of a guaranteed buy/sale. By doing the immediate sale, Caren had confirmed that she would take slave number seven for whatever price he was and would pay immediately. 

When this occurred, the slave was immediately taken from the area by personnel and prepped for delivery while the buyer made payment. Part of the prep consisted of checking the physical condition of the slave and documenting it, meaning that he was thoroughly examined by personnel in what was called a hands on exam. Also, the slave was cleaned up, whether it was by showering him or just cleaning him up. 

Dr. Sherry knew that this prep was when any lower paid personnel were allowed to play with the slaves, sometimes injuring them, sometimes even damaging them. Caren didn't want her new slave being toyed with. Telling Lorin to get a belt ready, meant that Lorin would place a chastity belt on the slave and would accompany him to the prep area. She would not be allowed behind closed doors, but the belt would pretty well guarantee that the slave's body would not be toyed with. 

For the first time, as information was exchanged between the auction personnel and Lorin, Caren lifted up the loincloth to see what she had purchased. Her feeling him and seeing what the electronic charge had deposited on her wrist told her that he was in good shape. But lifting up the loincloth, she smiled broadly. His tan lines confirmed to her that he had been an entertainment slave. 

She then saw that even soft, he was very thick and about 5 inches long, appearing to be uncircumcised. The head was softly tucked up into the thick foreskin, cum still obvious as it dripped from the gaping mouth. The mouth appeared to have been stretched at some point, and looked to be big enough to fit her ring finger into. She gently wiped the cream away from the head. In doing so, the head flared wide and the foreskin started to slide back away, exposing more of the meaty purplish knob. He was huge. The doctor couldn't begin to imagine what his size would be, when aroused. 

Now, she would have to find out why he had been sold and especially why he had been placed in a lower ranking group. It was possible that he had been in someone's property, some distance away. If stolen and then sold locally, he could easily be identified. But it was common for slaves to be stolen, then sent far away to be resold. It was a booming business. 

Lorin finally found a chastity belt that was big enough to accommodate the slave's size. It was made of polished brass, shaped similar to a baseball player's protective cup, but with a cut-out where the cock protruded from the pubic mound. Placing the cup over the slave's pubic area, Lorin fished his soft cock out through the cutout, using a strip of leather with a loop on the end. Pulling it through the small cut-out, she quickly pressed it back up against his pubic mound and closed the brass rod encasement over it. He was beginning to quickly swell up, getting both thicker and longer. It was apparent that his sedative was quickly wearing off. 

This particular chastity belt was fashioned in a way that would keep the cock bent upward, pointing up, against the stomach. The entire underside of the fleshy thing was exposed. If he continued to get harder, there was no way that he would fit inside the cage, and would eventually become very uncomfortable. It was sort of a vicious circle, pressed against the polished brass, rubbing up and down increasing his arousal level, making him hard. But being a lot bigger than the cage, his erection would become somewhat painful as it tried to cram itself into a small space It was obvious that he was very swollen already, the foreskin beginning to push out of the openings of the cage. The balls were barely encased in the brass cup, large amounts of his sack skin, sticking out from between his body and the edge of the cup. 

That alone was probably painful, the skin being pinched with every move the slave made. But the sedative was keeping him somewhat tranquil. Dr. Sherry decided to keep the loincloth in place, to attract less attention when removing him from the auction grounds. He was already bulging hugely and the chastity belt just made it worse. 

After the paperwork was finished and the payment made the doctor and her assistant made their way to the pick up area. (Author's note: Caren was surprised at the low amount that was demanded for the slave. She was never able to find out why his price had been so low, or why he was shown in the third showing, instead of where he should have been, in the eighth or ninth. For a long time, she suspected that there was some hidden problem with this slave, but she never found one). 

At the pick up area, they found several auction workers standing around, waiting and watching. Upon seeing the cleaned up slave, it was obvious that he was very red faced and sweating. It possibly was from the hot shower or cleaning, but Caren suspected that there had been an attempt to play with him. The slave's loincloth was sopping wet and more than wrinkled, as if it had been rolled up and secured. The chastity belt was almost shiny, as if freshly polished, rubbed extensively. 

Lorin commented on it, but all of the young girls standing around, just turned and looked away. Caren suspected that they had tried using a vibrator on the belt, after seeing how stuffed his cock was inside. Most of these auction girls loved to play and torment the slaves. In checking the belt, Caren observed that he was a lot thicker than he had been when they last saw him. He was obviously in a high state of arousal, but with no way to finish it off. 

Getting him to the car, Caren instructed Lorin to strip him down, leaving the belt in place, and to restrain him. He was placed in the middle of the back seat, with ankles restrained to the outer seat doorposts. Restrained this way, he was somewhat spread open and totally exposed. Both hands were placed in restraints and secured to locks on the doors, thus keeping his arms spread wide on the seat back. He was slightly groggy, but quickly becoming aware of his surroundings. He began watching as Lorin cut away the loincloth and discarded it onto the floor. The chastity belt was still locked in place, but it was becoming more and more obvious that as he became more awake, he also became more aroused. 

This was unusual, noted Dr. Sherry, since most slaves become fearful and tend to get soft. Dr. Sherry got into the back seat with the fully restrained slave as Lorin got into the front seat with one of Dr. Sherry's security personnel. The security officer looked back at Dr. Sherry, who nodded, and the officer immediately started up the vehicle and left the auction area. 

Caren wanted to get this new slave home in a hurry. She wanted to closely examine those bullballs and their contents, not to mention the overly thick cock. She had several ideas of tests she could run on this new slave. Her exams would be most thorough on him. She could feel a surge of heat deep inside her pussy. This slave was going to be fun.



The New Slave Ch. 02



Chapter 2 The Exam

Moving quickly down the highway, Caren noted that the slave was coming around very quickly. He was more than aware of his surroundings and was obviously very aroused by them. 

Lorin jokingly said that he seemed to be very interested in the doctor, "since he hasn't taken his eyes off of you since we got into the car." 

The doctor just smiled and patted the slave's thigh. They all had noticed that he was watching the doctor very closely, not fearfully but with rapt interest. There was no wonder to this, as she did look exceptionally good. Given her long shapely legs and her gorgeous breasts, it was more than debatable which were her best attributes. Her legs were fully exposed, her short skirt barely hiding the fact that she wore no panties. And her top was of the sheerest fabrics, being completely see-through, but during the auction she had been wearing a business suit top. Now, in the car she had taken it off. She might be a doctor and a business owner, but more than that she was a woman. Her nipples were standing out; the more she worked with her new slave. 

She too had noticed that he was aroused; enough that the skin of his cock was bulging tightly through the brass cage that held his cock and balls tight. More than obvious was the clear pre-cum that was flowing from him, running down the front of the chastity device. Copious didn't begin to describe the amount. He was literally, free flowing. All of them were amazed, even the security officer who kept glancing back at the slave's exposed groin. It would seem that the slave could not keep his eyes off of his new owner. And the bulging skin pushing against his cage proved that. Even Dr Sherry thought that it must be painful for him, the cage being designed to hold him tight. This cage was designed for average size man, not one of this size. She was amazed at the sight, and she had not even seen him hard, yet. Lorin and the security officer were also amazed, continuously talking about the slave's endowment. Dr Sherry placed her hand on the cage and tried wiggling it side to side, but found that there was no play in it at all, it was that tightly attached to him. Lorin watched intently as the doctor pushed and pulled at the cage, checking to see if it was too tight on him. Obviously it was. He did not fit in it.

With the slave regaining his senses so quickly, the doctor would have to act quickly. Asking Lorin for her medical bag, the doctor quickly removed a syringe containing a mild sedative. With his arms restrained and stretched across the top of the seat back, it was easy to administer the slight dose, causing him to almost immediately relax. It was obvious as he slumped down farther in the seat, his chin resting on his chest. Dr Sherry checked him, pulling his face up and looking into his eyes. He was wide-awake, but had a dreamy look on his face, and an unusual smile. What she had given him was a very mild sedative; more to relax him, without letting him go to sleep. Some people had described this sedative as being similar to laughing gas. 

Letting his chin fall back to his chest, the doctor decided that she would begin his full exam, as soon as they reached the compound. There, in her clinic, the doctor would be able to fully examine him, at her leisure. For the first time in a very very long time, the doctor was excited about an exam involving a male slave. It had become routine to her and had ceased being anything near a sexual experience. But this time, she was surprised to find herself excited. She could actually feel the moistness beginning to well up inside her pussy, her lips slowly becoming more lubricated as the thick fluid began to seep from her. 

Looking at the cage, it was obvious that the sedative had a profound effect on the slave, but none on his arousal. He was still stuffed into the cage, his cock and balls pushing outward between the brass hardware. She laughed to herself, thinking that even if he were completely soft, he would probably still be stuffed in the cage, just due to his size. He was still dripping heavily, a thick clear fluid. The fact that his cock was sticking upward, pressed against his stomach, didn't help things, as the fluids ran down the cage onto his shaft and balls. Frowning, Dr Sherry decided that she might as well get started now, instead of waiting to arrive at the clinic. And she more than wanted to see exactly what it was that she had just purchased. Besides, she had just given him the sedative and it was better to inject him now, rather than wait. 

Lorin handed her another syringe, this one having a very small thin needle. This injection would be to 'relax' his cock, making the exam a lot easier. Lorin was more than interested as the doctor prepared the injection, turning around in her seat and facing back just to watch. The doctor worried about Lorin at times, she was just too interested in certain male slaves, and this one seemed to interest her a lot. Even the security officer was trying to turn around to get a good view of what the doctor was about to do. The doctor wanted to 'numb up' his cock, keeping it in a semi flaccid state. This would make the examination a lot easier. By the way that she was doing the injection, his balls would remain mostly unaffected by the numbing agent. Also, the injections would lessen his flow of pre-cum, making the exam a lot cleaner and easier. 

By now, the sedative had started to kick in, the slave just smiling and slowly looking around. At times his chin would just rest on his chest, almost as if he were sleeping, or at least, very tired. Since his ankles were restrained outward to the seat posts, he was in an excellent position for any exam, totally exposed and more than accessible to the doctor. She reached down pressing the top of the cage up against his stomach, forcing his cock tight against his body. Even sedated, he was very thick, his softening cock still bulging against the cage. She took the syringe and located an injection site, on the underside of his cock, near the base of the shaft. Carefully, she pushed the needle into him causing an immediate jerk in his body. Slowly, she pumped 5cc into the thick muscles. The only sound the slave made was a very low moan as his head bobbed around, looking down. 

She pulled the needle from him and quickly located a second site, on the opposite side of his cock. Again she pushed the needle into him, giving him an additional 5 cc's in the opposite side of the quickly softening flesh. By the time she pulled the needle out, his cock was almost completely soft. She was surprised seeing that even soft, his cock was still much larger than the average male's. The injections didn't seem to have hurt him since he didn't make a sound after the first injection. The doctor wanted his cock totally relaxed and numb, so that she could do a more than thorough examination of it. With the way the injections were administered, there would be no adverse effects on his balls. The doctor could hardly wait. She wanted him in her clinic, restrained, and stretched out for her hands to examine. This would probably be a very prolonged exam. For the first time in a long time, she could actually feel her pussy lips beginning to swell open. 

Looking up, the doctor could see that Lorin was almost drooling, watching the injections. Lorin had helped on a lot of exams and more than enjoyed the medical aspects of the things done to the male slaves. She seemed to enjoy them, a little too much. But the doctor trusted Lorin, having never seen anything that would indicate she that she might be a problem. Lorin continued to watch intently as the doctor did a quick cursory exam around the injection sites, checking for bruising. Within a few minutes, the slave's cock was completely soft and numb, lying fatly across the huge balls. 

The doctor couldn't wait as the vehicle pulled into the compound. Going immediately to the clinic, they released the restraints and took the giddy new slave into the exam room. The security officer only had to use an arm/wrist hold on him to coax him forward, into the building. Several of the female slaves, as well as female employees of the doctor watched excitedly as the slave's huge balls bounced around as he was led into the building. They were literally hanging down so low, that they bounced off of his thighs as he walked. Having no loincloth on and having the chastity cage removed, freed his parts to hang out freely. They were impressive. 

In the exam room, the security guard and Lorin put the slave onto the exam table, locking his ankles into leather restraints at the foot of the table. Both of the restraints were attached to what was similar to a gynecologist's table, with the legs having the ability and function of opening up wide and lifting upward. Both of his wrists were restrained and pulled upward over his head, then attached to a locking device at the head of the exam table. Stretched out on the table, the slave's movement was very restricted, almost locked into a reclined position. 

He was conscious but almost dreamy eyed as he glanced around the exam room, his eyes fluttering as if he were trying to wake up. Being spread out on the table, his balls lay flatly on the table surface, while his cock lay sprawled out across his pelvis, still soft but very thick. Watching closely, Dr Sherry noted that it would begin to elongate, and then suddenly soften up, growing short. Even soft, the head would flare up thick and wide, and then soften. She had seen this reaction before. Using the injections of the numbing agent had stifled his cock's erection ability, but had not diminished his arousal level. Being tied down nude, with three more than attractive women in the room, had increased his arousal. His cock was trying to harden, but could not. Not until the doctor allowed it, which would be very soon. 

Putting on latex gloves, the doctor was ready to start her very thorough, hands-on exam. She began by doing a quick visual inspection. The slave appeared to be in his mid 40's, around 6 feet tall, in the neighborhood of 180 lbs. He had short brown hair with tinges of grey in it, clean-shaven, and in general, somewhat handsome. He was not exceptionally muscled but appeared to be in excellent shape. He was broad shouldered, tapering down to a slim waist and slim hips and had very nice legs for a male. The doctor could not discern any abnormality or anything that would suggest a deviation from a well-developed, normal healthy male. 

The doctor had examined hundreds, if not thousands of males in her time, but this one was noticeably developed in one area. His genitals were remarkable. His cock was smooth skinned, very thick and muscled, around 5 inches long when flaccid. At first glance he appeared to be un-circumcised, but closer examination showed the telltale circumcision scar running from the bottom of the head, down to the bottom of the foreskin. This could be seen without touching him. His cock was lying on top of his huge ball sac, outward across his upper thigh. The balls were enormous, the sac appearing to be about the same size as a medium grapefruit. His cock and balls were completely hairless and the skin was baby soft. The entire pubic area was smooth clean white skin, surrounded by his dark tan lines. This, the doctor found surprisingly odd. Slaves weren't known for having tans, unless it was a personal preference of their owner, or unless they were in the entertainment end of the business. This one had a very deep dark tan, as if he had been working on it for some time. 

The doctor glanced up at the slave, seeing that he was still smiling tranquilly, slowly looking around the room. As the doctor would move closer to his upper body, the slave would notice her and watch her closely. As she stepped back toward his feet, the slave would begin to look around the room, as if he had lost track of her. It was obvious that he was still very sedated. The doctor, judging by his soft cock, knew that it was sedated as well. She had found years ago, that a numb cock was easier to work on, than a rock hard one. Besides, she knew several ways that would bring it around, when she was ready for that. Dr Sherry decided that it was time to begin her real exam, the part that she had been really waiting for, during the past couple of hours. So far, her exam had consisted of only a visual inspection. She was more than pleased with what she had seen so far. 

Rachel the security officer, and Lorin were still present in the room, standing close by. They were watching intently as the doctor moved around the restrained slave, finishing her visual inspection. When the doctor changed the exam table configuration, they both got excited, knowing that the 'good parts' were about to start. The doctor didn't mind since both of them had been present on many occasions when things turned to a sexual nature. The doctor had witnessed both of them in sexual episodes, just as they had seen the doctor in some of her own sexual episodes. 

The doctor began by raising the stirrups holding the slave's legs. As the legs were raised, the doctor raised a section of the table, directly under the slave's hips. Now, the slave's legs were still spread wide open, but they were higher than his hips. His butt and hips were now raised up, giving more exposure to his genitals and butt. He couldn't get any more exposed than he was, and both Rachel and Lorin moved around to his feet to get a better view. From there, they could continue to watch as the doctor continued the exam. The doctor had seen everything that she needed to see, in regards to his overall body. Now, sitting in a rolling chair, she moved it in closer to him, between his outstretched thighs. With her face only inches from his genitals, she sat and viewed the huge organs, looking for any abnormalities. At the auction, she had used a remote electrical device, which told her that he was without a doubt, functional. Now she wanted to know just how functional he was. 

With gloved hands, she reached up and squeezed the middle of the slave's cock. It was soft but very fat and bloated. Squeezing it showed good penile blood supply as the base of the shaft ballooned outward and the head pushed slowly out of the foreskin. Peering at it, the doctor could see the more than obvious 3-inch circumcision scar running from just under the base of the head to the bottom of the foreskin. She squeezed it several times in the middle, watching the ballooning effect, then stopped to see if he began to swell. Staying soft indicated to the doctor that the injections into his cock were still working. He was numb. She continued examining the cock, noting that the head was somewhat larger than the normal male's, even in the flaccid state. But what surprised her was the size of the urethral opening. It was huge. Instead of the small hole where urine was expelled, this one was stretched open wide, like a gaping mouth. The doctor decided that she could investigate this later. 

Continuing, she found that the slave had two piercing holes through the underside foreskin. Both holes didn't appear to be fresh, but were still open. The doctor told Lorin to find two jewelry pieces for the slave's cock. As Lorin left the room, the doctor asked, "Rachel, what do you think?" 

The long legged security officer just smiled and said "yummy!"

The doctor agreed. Being soft, the cock head was somewhat hidden by the thick foreskin. The doctor pulled the foreskin back tightly, holding it, watching as the cock head pushed outward. There were several drops of pre-cum oozing from the open mouth. Even numb, the slave still knew what was being done to him. He couldn't control his arousal, even if he wanted to. The doctor examined the thick head, noting that the coronal ridge was extremely pronounced. The valley between the top of the foreskin and where it meets with the ridge of the flared head was very deep. This would be a trait seen mostly in entertainment slaves. This deep valley would be in great demand, for women that liked to feel a "pop" as the cock pushed into them, and again as it pulled out. This, the tan, and the piercing holes confirmed to the doctor that the slave had been, at one time, an entertainment slave. 

Pushing the cock aside to rest on his pelvis, the doctor then began her examination on the balls. With both hands, she reached under the sac and held one ball in each hand. Hefting them up and down, she was amazed at the weight of each. Each one was about the size of a medium avocado. Resting in the huge soft sac, she gently moved each ball around, feeling with her fingers, attempting to find any abnormalities. The one thing that she noticed very quickly was that she could not reach her fingers around either ball. After examining each individually, she felt up to the top of each ball, locating the vas deferens and the epididymus, the cords and tubes that carry the sperm from the ball to the opening of the urethra. She was amazed to find that they too were huge, the thick tubes being about the size of a straw. 

She continued to gently probe and prod the thick orbs feeling each one till she was satisfied that they were more than healthy. The slave did not even flinch during this part of the exam, contrary to what every male had done in the past. Strange, she thought to herself, knowing medically that the genitals were packed with sensitive nerve endings. Still cupping each ball in her hands, she gently wrapped her fingers around them individually, the best that she could. Holding them tightly, she began to gently squeeze them. With no response to the manual stimuli, she squeezed a little harder. There was still no response. She held on tightly and adjusted her grip, watching the slave's face intently. 

Using her arms, she pulled the sac downward gripping each ball as hard as she could. The slave flinched a little, his hips slowly thrusting upward as a slight moan came from his throat. She continued the hard squeezing but stopped after several moments when she realized that the slave was not in any pain. This did surprise her. Lifting up the still soft cock, she saw that the amount of pre-cum had increased, indicating that he was aroused. But he should have been in pain, just from her exam on his balls. She looked at the shocked Lorin and Rachel, mumbling that she would have to perform more tests. She wasn't sure about the slave's functionality. She had seen his evidence on her hand and wrist at the auction and that had been very motile sperm. But this was surprising her. She had never seen anything like this. 

With the slave's hips propped upward, she lubricated her right glove hand liberally. Moving in between his outstretched legs, she lubricated his anus. Gently, she began to insert one finger into him. As soon as she entered him, there was another slight moan from him as hips began to push outward. 

"Well," she said out loud, "this proves that he responds as he should. If he didn't start to thrust, I'd wonder about him." With that, she pushed her finger deeper into the orifice, and then curved her finger upward, feeling around. After a few seconds, she found what she was looking for, his prostrate. With her finger deeply embedded in him, massaging his prostrate, she moved her thumb outside of him, in essence, pinching the prostrate from both sides. Gently massaging it, she saw his cock spasm several times, like slight twitches. She continued her massage, getting a little harder till she saw what she was waiting for. With his cock completely soft, several very large globs of creamy white sperm began to run from the mouth of the thick shaft. The doctor looked up and motioned to Rachel for a towel. Quickly, Rachel grabbed a towel and started to dab at the increasing amount of sperm coming from the still soft cock. The doctor slowly pulled her finger out and took off the glove, discarding it.




The New Slave Ch. 02



Billy hadn't worn clothes in months and the garments felt strange on his body. He was simply dressed in a pair of jeans and long sleeved t-shirt but he felt as though he were smothering. He was seated in the living room of his Master's house waiting for his new Mistress and her Master to arrive and pick him up. His meager belongings were in a box by the front door.

He heard their car arrive and his heart began to pound. He was surprised to find that he was nervous. Drawing in deep calming breaths, he heard the door bell ring and the footsteps of his Master as he answered the door.

Standing, he stared at his new Mistress as she entered the room. His cock hardened the moment he saw her. She was dressed in a very short, ultra-low riding, red leather mini skirt, a cropped white lace blouse, only one button holding it together over her full, unrestrained breasts. On her feet were six inch heeled, knee high leather boots.

Her eyes quickly flicked over him as she slowly approached him. Wrapping her arms about his neck, she pulled his head down to hers, as though she were to kiss him. She stared into his eyes as her fingers tangled in his air. Moving closer he closed his eyes, anticipating a kiss only to feel her instead, yanking on his hair, pulling him to the ground. "You will kneel in my presence, Slave," she growled at him.

He gasped loudly as she dragged him to the floor. He obediently knelt and she wedged the pointed toe of her boot between his knees. "Knees spread wide," she ordered. "Hands on thighs, palms up, head down," she continued.

He immediately complied. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered.

Vanessa glanced at her Master. "Very good, Pet," he complimented.

When they arrived at the house, he was shown to his room. It was larger and more luxurious than his previous quarters and he had his own private bath. In fact, everything was larger and more luxurious. I think I could get used to this, he thought, glancing out his fourth floor window.

There was a knock on his open door and he turned to see her walking in. "Is your room to you liking?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," he replied.

She glared at him and he hesitated, appearing puzzled, before quickly kneeling, assuming the position she had ordered him into earlier. "Please forgive me, Mistress," he pleaded.

"You may rise, William. We don't officially own you for a few more hours," she replied. "Do you have any questions?" she asked him as he stood.

"First, if you use my name, I prefer Billy. Second, what is your name?" he asked, walking to a chair to sit down.

"My name is Vanessa, but you will always address me as Mistress," she answered. "My Master's name is Nicholas, but you will address him as Master."

"Vanessa," he said. She hadn't heard someone say her name for over a year and it sent a chill down her spine. "That's a nice name," he complimented. He rose and asked, "Do you mind if I undress? I'm not used to wearing clothing and am finding them uncomfortable."

"No, go right ahead. But you should get used to them. Master prefers slaves to be provocatively dressed," she answered, watching him disrobe. As his beautiful body came into view, she felt a tingling in her belly, especially when his erect cock sprang free from his jeans. Her breathing became quick and shallow and she hungrily licked her lips.

"Will I have any free time?" he asked, enjoying her obvious physical reaction to his body.

"Yes, you will be free on Thursdays from two in the afternoon until midnight," she answered, her eyes glued to his thick, rigid cock.

"What will my duties be? Will I be expected to perform any household chores?" he asked, watching her admire his body.

"No, there is staff for housekeeping. However, you may be required to do some form of work if punishment is required. I will be meeting with Master to decide your exact role in the household," she replied distractedly. "Would you please lay on the bed?" she asked.

He looked at her quizzically before complying. He was surprised to see her kneel between his spread thighs and bend her head to his cock. A deep sigh passed his lips as his cock slipped between her full lips. His eyes opened wide with amazement as she took the full length of him in her mouth, her nose pressing against his stomach. His head fell back against the bed as he sank down into the pleasures of her mouth on him.

She sucked him hungrily, letting him slide down her throat. She loved sucking a huge cock and she had been yearning for his ever since she had first laid eyes on him. She pumped up and down on him quickly, feeling his fingers tangling in her hair.

After a minute of relentless sucking, his back arched up off the bed. "I'm gonna cum," he groaned. He jerked and swelled and she sucked him deep into her mouth letting him shoot his cum straight down her throat. She sucked him clean and slid her skirt up to her hips before straddling his thighs.

His limp cock stirred and came to life again as he stared at her bare pussy. She gently stroked his cock until it was again rock hard and raising her hips, pressed him inside her. She slowly slid down him, grinding against his hips, a low moan escaping her lips as he filled her.

His hands reached up, undoing the single button of her blouse, revealing her beautiful breasts. He gently squeezed the large mounds, the firm yet soft flesh overflowing his large hands. He pinched and twisted her erect nipples, enjoying a woman's breasts for the first time in almost a year.

She began riding him, slowly at first, her speed increasing until she was pumping his cock quickly, her ass slapping against his thighs. Surprising her, he gripped her hips and rolled them over, pinning her beneath him.

With a grunt he drove into her, fucking her hard and fast. She cried out loudly at his assault on her pussy, her juices gushing over his cock. She gripped his ass in her hands, digging her nails into his soft cheeks as he pummeled her cunt, driving her to the edge of orgasm and then over it. Thrashing against him, grinding her hips, the waves of pleasure crashed over her repeatedly. Her pussy walls clenched tightly around him and he also gave in to the mounting pleasure, crying out loudly at his own release.

He collapsed on top of her, his sweat staining the clothes she still wore.

"I see you two didn't waste any time," a deep voice spoke, startling them both. Their Master sat in a chair watching them.

Vanessa only stared at him wide eyed, not sure if he was unhappy with them or not. No rules had been set so she wasn't sure if unauthorized sex with Billy was allowed or not.

"Pet, get a strap-on and fuck the new Slave's ass," he ordered.

Billy rolled away, allowing her to rise. His bedroom had already been fully stocked with toys and she easily found what she was looking for. She shed her clothes quickly and buckled up the strap-on. It was a large one, long and thick. "On your knees, Slave, head down," she ordered him.

Billy obeyed, and she nervously knelt behind him. Of course she had been fucked in this position countless times, by her Master and by others, some using strap-ons, but she had never done it herself and was nervous.

She squirted lube on his hole, spreading it around before coating her dildo. "Shall I open him first, Master?" she asked.

"No, just dive in," he answered.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the head of the strap-on at his ass hole and using her hips, she pushed hard. The head of the dildo slipped inside his tight ass, causing him to gasp loudly. She saw his fists clench the sheets and she pushed again, driving in hard, seeing her phallus go in half way.

Billy cried out loudly as Vanessa's dildo invaded his ass. He was no stranger to being sodomized, but his previous Master had grown weary of him and he hadn't been entered in several months and was not used to such penetration. He cried out again as Vanessa plunged again, this time to the hilt. She rested a moment, giving him a chance to get used to the size of her.

"Fuck him," their Master's voice commanded. "Fuck him good and hard, Pet."

She gripped his hips and pulled back before slamming in again. She repeated the process, speeding up once she got used to it. Soon she was fucking him hard, driving relentlessly into him, delighting in his moans and loud cries.

How she wished she could feel what the inside of his ass felt like, to actually be inside him. "May I spank him, Master?" she asked, staring down at his ivory cheeks.

"Yes, definitely, Pet," he answered, obviously pleased with her question.

Raising her hand, she slapped Billy's ass hard, raining blows against his soft flesh. Soon his cheeks were dark red, and hot to the touch. She laughed as he howled beneath her. Her response was to grip his sore flesh in her hands, squeezing roughly as she continued to punish his ass. She spread his cheeks and watched her dildo pummel his stretched hole.

"Stop Pet, pull out!" Master suddenly commanded.

Puzzled, she did as he ordered, hearing a frustrated cry from Billy. "Do not move, Slave," he thundered in his most authoritative voice.

She stepped off the bed and watched Billy, his cock throbbing, twitching in front of him. His face was twisted in a grimace, the sheets still clenched tightly in his white knuckled fists.

"He is on the verge of cumming," Master whispered to her. "Right now, he wants nothing more than to stroke his aching cock, to provide the release that he is teetering on the edge of."

Staring up at her Master, she saw the delight in his eyes as he stared at the Slave, obviously taking great joy in the young man's distress. She recalled how he sometimes did the same to her, driving her right to the edge and then suddenly stopping, leaving her in torment. It was a powerful tool.

Billy stayed bent over on the bed, his cheeks on fire, his ass hole quivering in pain from Vanessa's merciless fucking but those sensations dimmed in comparison to the aching in his cock. His balls were bursting with cum, he was so close. Master had ordered Pet to pull out at just the right time, one more stroke and he would have cum and it was taking every ounce of his self control to not touch himself, to not give the one touch that would send him over the edge.

Did he dare risk his new Master's wrath so quickly? What would his punishment be? Could it be any worse than the pain he was in right now? Most likely, but with the rebellion that his former Master had been unable to tame, Billy released the sheets from his fists and gripped his cock, one quick pump and his cum shot out, hitting him in the chin, spattering the sheets.

Vanessa stared wide eyed as Slave touched himself and came with a loud groan, blatantly disobeying Master.

In two long strides Master was at the bed, pushing Slave flat to the bed. "Some cuffs, Pet," he bellowed. She quickly placed them in his outstretched hand, watching as he quickly bound the wayward Slave's wrists behind his back.

"Collar," he demanded. She handed a thick black leather collar to her Master and it was hastily fastened around Billy's neck.

Master continued to order items until Billy was bound to the bed by his wide spread ankles and from his collar to an eyebolt embedded in the headboard. Master had her push some pillows beneath his hips raising his ass in the air.

Her strap-on was removed and replaced with another much larger, thicker and longer dildo. It measured three and a half inches in diameter, a full foot in length and was heavily ridged. "Fuck him, Pet," he ordered her.

Wordlessly she stared at him. Normally, she wouldn't even hesitate to obey, but this was one command she really did not want to carry out. Nervously she licked her lips, her eyes turning to the instrument of torture protruding from her crotch.

"Is there a problem?" he asked sternly.

"It's just that...I don't want to truly hurt him," she said quietly, her voice trembling.

"But he disobeyed and must be disciplined. If you wish to help me train him, you must participate in the punishment, whether you like it or not," he explained to her.

"Yes, Master," she replied. Turning to the bed, she knelt between Slave's spread thighs.

Billy froze as he felt the mattress dip between his legs. He knew he was going to experience pain. Vanessa had happily fucked him moments ago with a big strap-on and now she was going to do it again, this time reluctantly, so she must be outfitted with something much bigger.

She lubed the large dildo and Billy's ass before taking a deep breath and placing the head of the dildo at his anal entrance. She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed hard, thrusting her hips forward.

Billy cried out loudly at the penetration. She pushed again, grunting at the effort and slid in halfway. His hands curled into fists in the small of his back, twisting against the cuffs binding him. One more hard thrust and she was in to the hilt. Another loud cry erupted from his lips as she filled him.

Gripping his hips she pulled back, sliding the large tool out of him before driving back in again. He twisted and writhed beneath her, cries of pain coming from him whenever she plunged in deeply.

"Don't hold back, Pet. Give it to him hard," Master ordered.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on pumping in and out of his tight hole. She had to work hard, his ass was gripping the phallus tightly. Shutting out his sobs and moans she plunged deeply into him, pulling out and plowing back in. Faintly she could hear Master talking to Billy.

"You are never to disobey me again, do you understand?" Master growled.

"Yes, Master," was the breathless replied.

"Does the fucking hurt?"

"Yes, Master, it does."

"Push in deep, Pet," he called to her.

Plunging in deeply, she buried the entire twelve inches in his ass, causing another tear soaked cry to ring in the air. Master disconnected the dildo from the harness around her hips and she alighted from the bed. "Sit," he commanded, pointing to the chair he had just vacated. With awe, she stared at the riding crop he held in his hand.

It whistled through the air before striking hard against Slave's tender back side. He cried out loudly at the stinging blow, but only grunted or gasped at the following strikes. Soon his ass was heavily lashed with welts.

Master then chose a paddle with a heavily pebbled surface. Vanessa winced as she imagined the pain it was going to produce upon his freshly whipped flesh. Master didn't hesitate or hold back as he slapped Billy's ass with the paddle. Soon the young slave was crying and begging for mercy. As soon as those words passed his lips, Master stopped the punishment. Taking Vanessa's hand he walked wordlessly from the room.

Billy lay face down on the bed, gasping for breath. All he could feel of his entire body was the all consuming pain in his ass. His cheeks felt as though they were on fire and he couldn't remember if his hole had ever been stretched so wide. And now he was left here alone for who knows how long, left to suffer. And most likely to also contemplate what he had done.

The fact that she had disciplined him, obeying her Master's commands, was interesting. Would she ever take the initiative and punish him, he wondered? She was able to summon up a very commanding appearance, causing an almost immediate reaction of obedience in him. Perhaps he was better suited to a Mistress than a Master.

He writhed on the bed, seeking some sort of relief, but the dildo was in deep, his ass gripping it tightly. He squeezed his ass and cried out loudly at the pain of it. How long were they going to leave him like this? He groaned loudly and gave in to the silent tears that he had been struggling to hold in check.

He suddenly realized that he had just experienced one of the scenarios he had fantasized about the previous night. The only difference being that Master had whipped his ass instead of her.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he heard the heavenly sound of high heels clicking across the floor, heading towards him. They stopped at the foot of the bed.

After what seemed like an eternity, she spoke. "Have you learned your lesson, Slave?" she asked, her voice soft and low.

"Yes, Mistress," he responded earnestly.

She wiggled the dildo in his ass, causing him to cry out and writhe with pain. She chuckled softly at his torment. "Would you like me to remove this?" she purred.

"Yes, Mistress, please, please could you remove it?" he begged. Right now he would do just about anything if she would only relieve him of the source of his agony.

She again jerked it hard. "That's not the right answer," she grinned.

After the stars faded from behind his eyes, he searched his mind for the answer she wanted. He gasped as it came to him. "Only if it pleases you, Mistress," he murmured. He held his breath, hoping that this was what she wanted to hear.

There was a large ring embedded in the base of the dildo. She looped her fingers through it and with a loud grunt, in one swift movement, tugged it free of Slave's ass. His scream pierced the air and could even be heard on the lower floors of the house as the dildo's deep ridges ripped through his ass.

"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you," he gasped, tears again trickling down his cheeks.

A light clinking sound came from Vanessa's direction. "You've of course heard of ice cubes, but how about ice balls?" she asked.

"Ice balls?" he questioned warily. He felt something being pushed into his gaping hole and gasped loudly as he realized what she meant. The ice hurt at first but he realized it soothed the pain of his punishment. She pushed in four of the balls and then wordlessly left.

He lay gasping and quivering on the bed as the ice melted inside his ass. Feeling the water trickle from his hole again made him wonder how much time had passed.

As his ass warmed up the pain returned, waking him from the fitful sleep he had fallen into. He again heard Vanessa's high heels clicking across the floor and he hoped that he would finally be released.

She pulled the pillows out from beneath his hips and untied his feet. She roughly rolled him over, smiling as he winced at the pain of laying on his bound hands. Just the sight of her caused his cock to harden and her smile widened as he quickly grew erect. Squirting some lube on his dick, she raised her skirt and facing away from him, pointed his cock at her ass.

He sighed with delight and desire as he watched her lower herself onto him, the head of his dick disappearing into her tight ass. Slowly she slid down, small cries escaping her lips as he filled her. Soon she was grinding her ass against his hips. She began to slowly pump up and down, long, slow strokes, gradually increasing in speed until she rising and falling quickly, pulling him deep into her anal hole.

He watched his cock being ridden by her heavenly ass and groaned with the frustration of not being able to touch her, of not being able to push her forward, grab her hips and fuck her, taking control of the situation, using his cock to drive her into submission. Her ass began to clench around him, and she cried out loudly as her cum drenched his balls, her orgasm flooding through her body.

She rose from him quickly, just as his own orgasm rocked him, his cum shooting over his chest. His head flopped back as another groan of frustration rumbled from his throat. He had wanted so badly to fill her ass with cum, not the secondary sensation of shooting into air.

Again rolling him over, she finally unbound his wrists and gave his sore ass a sharp slap. "Your dinner is on it's way. You're to report to Master's bedchamber in one hour. I'd suggest you get cleaned up." she said brusquely before walking away, the sound of her heels clicking down the hallway.

Just a little over an hour later, Billy again found himself in agony. He was naked, sitting in a chair, his ankles bound to the front legs, his hand tied behind his back, his erect cock straining in front of him. Before him, on the Master's bed, were Master and Vanessa having sex. Fascinated he watched as Master plundered every one of his pet's holes. Billy's chest rose and fell quickly with his shallow, shaky breaths, witnessing the way she so willingly submitted to her Master. She was his plaything, his toy, to use as he wished, to derive his pleasure from in whatever way he desired.




The New Slave Ch. 02



He wasn't completely ignored, though. Occasionally, Vanessa's eyes would meet his, holding his stare for a few seconds as her Master violated her body. She was obviously enjoying herself, however. Billy saw her orgasm over and over again as her Master plunged into her willing flesh.

Master fucked her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. He spanked her butt until it was dark red, he slapped her tits, pinched and twisted her pussy lips until she cried out loudly, either from pain or ecstasy, Billy couldn't tell. All the while, his cock, rock hard, throbbed in agony, a brush of a touch away from release.

Finally, Master and Vanessa collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Master nudged his sex toy and she rose from the bed, approaching Billy. She turned her back to him and straddled his lap. In one swift movement, she slipped his cock into her well used ass, taking him to the hilt. With a loud groan, his cock twitched and swelled before shooting a load of cum deep inside her, finally giving him the release he so desired.

Later that night, Billy lay in his room, again tormented by desire. His ass was filled with the large butt plug he had been ordered to wear for the night and he masturbated repeatedly, imagining that it was he who had so relentlessly used Vanessa earlier that night.

Perhaps, if he behaved and if things went his way, he one day might get the chance.



The New Slave Ch. 02



I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as I did writing it. 

CHAPTER 2 -- Daniels training begins

Damn this device is causing me agony, what with the way my cock is wanting to be erect all the time. I tried to remove it last night but he was right, any attempt to forcibly remove it would end up doing me permanent damage. I can't concentrate in my lessons, thinking about what had happened, often causing my cock to engorge, I curse under my breath each time this happens. I must think of something else.

It's the last lesson of the day and I'm really getting hacked off with this device. I'll take another look tonight on how to remove it, there must be a way. As the lesson ends we all pile out into the corridors. Just then I get a text message, it's from Sir.

"Directly outside the college main gates is a black van with red trim. The passenger door is open. Get in and climb into the back. There you will find a blindfold, put it on, wait and don't make a sound"

I head to the main gates and sure enough there is the van. My heart thumps hard, it feels like it is up in my throat. I can't do this, I'm filled with fear, I turn about and run home. I run hard, I just want to get home and hide away in my room, to forget about all this and hope it will disappear. Part of me want's to go back to the van to experience it all again but my conscience is fighting it. I'm not gay! I can't be but I enjoyed what happened. I no longer feel in control of my life and it's scaring the shit out of me.

I can hear the phone ring as I enter the house, my mother is the first to it.

"Hello," a pause, "oh yes he's just walked it."

"It's one of your teachers," she says handing the phone to me.

I look at her puzzled wondering why a teacher would phone me at home. I take the phone and she disappears into the kitchen.

"Hello?"

"I'm very disappointed in you,"

I freeze, my heart races and I feel light headed. That soft silky voice is unmistakable.

"H-h-how did you get my h-home number?" I ask.

"Never mind that, I told you there would consequences for disobeying me. I will be emailing a copy of this video to all your college mates, teachers and your mother tonight."

"No wait," I say in panic, "I'm sorry, I just got scared, please don't send out that video," I begin to cry.

"You had your chance,"

"Noooo, please Sir, I'm really am sorry," I sob, "I promise to be a good slave boy, please give me another chance."

Now I have locked myself in the down stairs toilet so my mother can't hear and I am sobbing my heart out.

Silence

"Please!" I beg.

"Alright, you get one more chance. You'd better not fuck up again," he says.

"I won't sir, I promise," I burble.

"Seeing as tomorrow is Saturday, you will tell your mother you are going to a friends to study,"

"My mom knows I don't have any friends, if I tell her I'm going to a friends house she will ask loads of questions, what should I tell her?"

"Use your imagination. The van will be at the end of your street at ten am. Same as before, the passenger door will be open, climb in the back and put the blindfold on."

The phone went dead.

Shaking I stay in the toilet trying to compose myself.

"You ok dear?" my mother asks from outside the door.

"Yeah, I think I got the runs, must have been something I ate," I lie.

What am I going to tell her?

I flush the loo, wash my hands and dry my eyes. I walk out and put the phone back on it's base. My mother is now in the lounge.

"Mom."

"Yes sweetheart."

"I'm going to friends house tomorrow to study, I may be gone a while," I lie again.

"Ooh, you got a friend?" she asks excitedly.

"Yeah someone I met at college," I lie more.

"Ooh that's lovely dear, I'm so glad you found a nice friend at last. I've always worried about you being stuck in your room all the time. It's not good for you you know."

"Yes mother."

"What's his name?" 

"Er, um, Shane."

SHANE? Why the fuck did I pick Shane? Of all the names I could have chosen I picked fucking Shane!

"You must invite him over deary, I would love to meet him."

"Yes mother, I'll ask him."

I quickly run up to my room. I hate lying to my mother.

I drop my trousers and take another look at the device. Perhaps I could persuade Sir to leave it off tomorrow.

That night I didn't sleep well.

* * *

Nine am and I wake to my alarm. I remember what I have to do today. I feel depressed, I just want to disappear. I take a shower then dress in trainers, jeans and a check shirt then have some breakfast.

I leave the house at ten and walk down the street. Sure enough the van is at the end of the road. I walk up to the passenger side and making sure no one is around I try the door, it opens. My heart is pounding so hard it feels it will break out my chest. I climb in and sit in the passenger seat. There is nothing to give the game away as to who the owner is. It is extremely tidy, almost showroom standard. I look in the back and see the blindfold on a cushion on the floor. I clamber over the seats and pick up the blindfold. I wonder if it is the same one he used on me two days ago as I put it on. I then sit down on the cushion and wait. After about 5 minutes the van door opens and someone climbs in. I hear them clamber in the back and grab my arm. I'm shaking a lot.

"Are you nervous boy?" It's sir.

"Y-y-yes" I reply.

He puts leather restraints on my wrists.

"Please sir," I plead.

"I thought I could trust you but after yesterdays little episode it seems I can't, thats why I'm restraining your arms"

He then ties my arms behind my back. I hear him then climb into the front and start the van. I find it hard to keep my balance in the back as he manoeuvres it round the streets. I loose track of time and have no idea how long we have been driving. Eventually the van stops and I hear the back doors open. Sir climbs in and helps me out. As I step out it sounds echoey, a garage I guess. We walk down some stairs and I hear the familiar latch, it sends shivers down my spine. Once again I am in the cool air of the cellar.

He unties my hands and removes the restraints. Then he slowly undresses me taking his time, caressing me whenever he can. My cock is springing to life and strains inside the chastity device, I wince from the pressure. Soon I am naked and is led off to what I think must be the cross that I saw in the video. My arms are restrained first then my legs with my back facing out wards. I'm feeling extremely apprehensive, my heart thumping hard. Nothing happens for ages, I'm wondering what he's doing. Then his hands gently caress my buttocks. He presses his body against mine and I can feel he is naked, his big hard cock nestling between my buttocks. I think he is going to fuck me again.

"You did wrong boy and you know what happens when you do wrong?" he asks.

"Please sir, please don't hit me," my voice cracks with emotion.

"I have to, you must learn your lesson. The normal punishment is twenty hard smacks with the paddle."

"No, please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please, I was scared," I'm dreading this.

"Ok, I believe you, I guess it has been pretty traumatic for you so instead I'll only give you ten."

Fuck, I don't want any but I guess ten is better than twenty. He pulls away and I feel the coolness of the cellar on my back. Then I feel something hard against my butt and I flinch, it moves away.

"I want you to count each stroke as I hit you, ok?"

"Y-y-yes Sir," I say whimpering like a child.

SMACK!

"OWWW! One," I cry. It stings like fuck! I hold my breath and clench my butt cheeks. I am determined not to cry this time.

SMACK!

"OWWWWWW! Two," that one hurt even more and already I'm struggling to hold back the tears.

SMACK!

"ARGH! FUCK! Three! Pleeaaassee Sir, please stop!" I shout.

SMACK!

"ARRRGGH! Four!" My tears are flowing now, God I am such a wimp.

SMACK!

"ARRRGGGHHH! PLEEEAAASE! SIR! PLEEEAASE STOP!" I beg sobbing.

"Count otherwise we start at the beginning."

"5, sob, sorry Sir,"

Eventually we reach ten and I am sobbing heavily. I feel his hands on my butt rubbing them. 

"Now do you have something to tell me?" he whispers in my ear.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry Sir, sob, it w-w-won't happen, sob, a-a-again. I p-p-p-promise,"

"Good boy.

He releases me from the cross and moves me somewhere else. My arms are chained again this time outstretched either side of me while I'm kneeling.

Now your first lesson is to learn how to deep throat," he whispers in my ear.

"W-w-what's that S-s-sir?" I ask, I have no idea.

"You don't know?"

"N-n-no Sir."

"Well it's something we need to teach you so you can get all of my cock in your mouth. You need to learn this to keep Sir happy."

Get his cock in my mouth? OH MY GOD! He want's me to suck his cock! I had never even thought of the possibility of having my cock sucked let alone sucking someone else's.

"Please Sir, don't make me do this," I beg.

I can feel something pressing against my lips, his cock. I shut tight my mouth.

"Open your mouth," he instructs me.

I won't. I'm crying again, tears streaming down my face.

"Open!" he sounds agitated.

I can't. He slaps my face hard, it stings and the shock causes me to open my mouth. Suddenly my mouth is filled with his cock. I'm sobbing again now and I try to pull off his cock but Sir has his hand on the back of my head. His cock is big and I'm scared I'm going to choke to death on it. He pushes deeper and I feel it filling my mouth slipping past my lips.

"Ooh yes, that's it boy, take your masters cock in your virgin mouth"

He pulls back and then pushes in harder. It hits the back of my throat and I begin to gag and choke. 

"Relax, you're doing really good. When it gets to the back of your throat relax and swallow," he instructs me. As he pushes in I gag again not ready for him. I'm crying hard trying to get my breath.

"Come on you can do it," he encourages me.

I really didn't want to do this but if I didn't do as he says I probably will choke to death on his cock. I figure if I'm to survive this I should probably do as he says. I relax and swallow hard when his cock slides in again. Amazingly I feel it slide down my throat.

"Ohhh yes! That's a good boy, well done," he praises me his hand stroking my hair as he pushes me on his cock.

Here I am getting his cock forced down my throat and I feel good that he's praising me. This is so fucked up!

His cock slides in again and I swallow harder, I feel it go deeper.

"Ohhhhh God! You're a natural born cocksucker," he says.

What? I didn't even know there was such thing. I'm sucking cock for the first time and I'm a natural at it? Shit, could it be I really am gay? I was wondering how much of his cock was left to go in when on the next stroke my nose touches something, his pubes! Shit! The whole of his cock is in my mouth and down my throat!.

"Fuck, you got it all in! Well done, now massage my cock with your tongue, Imagine sucking on a blocked straw," he says.

I do as he says and he gasps loudly.

"Jesus boy, you are the best! No one has ever sucked my cock this good before."

Really? I'm wondering if I really am that good or he's not had many blowjobs before, I find myself hoping its the former. He starts fucking my face his cock sliding down my throat. I'm struggling to keep up with him and getting enough air. I eventually find a rhythm and I find that taking a deep breath before swallowing helps enormously.

"That's it boy suck on Sir's cock, take it all down,"

But I'm not sucking your cock, you're fucking my face. Wait! With horror I realise he has stopped fucking and I am taking it in on my own. I am sucking on his cock like my life depended on it and I want it! Am I really enjoying this? I focus on my cock and notice it is harder than I have ever known it to be. I am enjoying this! I swallow his monster hungrily, I don't just enjoy it, I love it! I'm getting really turned on as I listen to Sir's groans of ecstasy each time I swallow him. Damn, I'm even groaning myself. His cock seems to be getting bigger and can hear his breathing is fast and short. Oh god! I hope he doesn't cum in my mouth.

"OHHHH FUCK I'M GONNA CUM!" he shouts.

He pulls his cock out and orders me to open my mouth. I do so. He lets loose a long deep groan and suddenly streams of hot cum is flying into my mouth. I feel like retching, not from the taste but just from the idea of having cum in my mouth. I keep my mouth open hoping it will all drip out. Some bolts miss my mouth and cover my face. Eventually he is spent and I hear him panting.

"Close your mouth boy," he orders.

I protest.

"Close it," his hand cups my chin.

Reluctantly I close my mouth and I have no choice but to taste his cum, it's not as bad as I had expected, somewhat salty but I kind of like it.

"Swallow," he orders.

I do so and for the first time in my life I had just sucked cock and swallowed cum. I find I want his cock back in my mouth, I want to suck off all the cum. I open my mouth, stick out my tongue and hope to find his cock. He laughs.

"Well it looks like my slave boy likes the taste of cock," he says.

I don't get his cock back.

He unties me and leads me to what feels like a padded bench. I'm made to like on my back while he stretches my arms above me and binds them. My legs are pulled apart and also bound. I lie there dazed at what had just happened trying understand why I liked sucking his cock. I can still taste his cum in my mouth, I am so excited at what just happened. 

His fingers touch my sensitive skin on the side of my chest and I breath in sharply. He caresses me, his soft gentle touch making my skin feel alive, I groan as his fingers are almost tickling me, causing me to writhe on the bench. He covers the whole of my body, from my feet to my neck. When he reaches my armpits I go into fits of laughter, I hear him laugh too.

"You have a beautiful body boy," he says, "and a beautiful cock too."

He tickles my balls and I moan in ecstasy. His touch makes me feel wonderful and I forget that I'm being held there against my will. It's like his fingers are worshiping my body. I start to wonder what he looks like.

"Sir,"

"Yes boy?"

"When do I get to see you?" I ask.

"You don't," his tone sounds hard.

"I'm going to play with your cock now but remember that you must ask for permission to cum."

"Yes Sir."

He grabs my cock and slowly wanks me, I'm actually enjoying his attention now as his fingers slide up and down the length of my shaft. Then I'm suddenly aware of something warm over the end of my cock. It's his mouth! I'm getting my first ever blow job! I feel his lips slide down the length of my cock. The head touches something and I hear him gag a little, then it slips down his throat. Oh My God! It feels incredible. He holds it there working his tongue, I start to panic as I feel my orgasm building.

"Sir, please sir, I'm going to cum, please may I cum!" I plead.

He pulls off quickly and holds my cock tight at the base quelling my impending orgasm.

"Pleaaaase!" I cry in frustration.

He does the same again, taking my cock deep in his throat, working his tongue till I'm close to coming then denying me the satisfaction. I let out a long protesting groan wondering how long I'm going to be kept on the edge of orgasm. 

I don't know how long he's been doing this to me and I lose count after the tenth time, my body tingles and is hyper sensitive to his touch. Each time he stops he strokes my skin or tweaks my nipples his fingers feeling like they have electric charge in them. The need to cum is agonising yet I'm in sheer ecstasy, my body completely under his control and I don't care. At this moment in time I would willingly give myself to him to experience this nirvana all the time.

He changed from sucking me off to now just wanking me but excruciatingly slowly taking a good three to four seconds to run his fingers down the whole length of my nine inch cock, it is so erotic. His other hand is tickling my testicles and the area between them and my anus. I am in a euphoric state, constantly groaning from the pleasure I'm feeling. I can feel the orgasm building again so I let him know.

"Please sir, I'm close," but he didn't stop.

Oh crap!, I start to panic thinking of the beating I will get if he doesn't give me permission, surely he will let me cum.

"Please Sir," I beg, "I can't stop it, please can I cum?"

"No, you must control it," he replies firmly.

"Arrghh, I can't, please stop!"

His pace slows but it doesn't do anything to stop the impending ejaculation. I know if I cum now I will be punished but at this moment I don't really care, any reasoning I have is now in my cock. My whole body starts shaking violently and I know this is it.

"PLEASE SIR! PLEASE STOP! OOHH! FUCK! NOOOO! ARRRRGGGHHH! I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMMINNNNGGG!" 

My body bucks as the first bolt erupts out of my cock. The orgasm is mind blowing, my cock ejaculating with unbelievable force. I can feel my jism land on my face, my arms, my chest, it feels like it's going every fucking where! As my orgasm subsides my heavy panting turns into heavy crying as I realise I am now going to be punished, I'm petrified.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry Sir, I-I-I tried b-b-but I couldn't s-s-stop it," I blabber, "p-p-please d-d-d-d-don't hurt me."

Sir's lips meet mine and we kiss, me sobbing in his mouth. I can tasted the cum that landed on my face as we share it's taste. He pulls away and whispers in my ear.

"Lets get it your punishment out the way," he says in an almost sympathetic way.

I'm released from the table and made to sit on the floor. I'm crying again but not protesting accepting the inevitable. He binds my hands to some rings in the floor. I'm sitting there wondering what punishment I will get in this position.

Suddenly I can feel warm water showering me, huh? Then the smell hits me. 

OH MY GOD! HE'S PISSING ON ME!

I'm paralysed in disbelief, my mouth ajar. My sobbing stops as I try to comprehend what he is doing to me. It's disgusting, it's humiliating, it's a fucking major turn on! I should be utterly disgusted with this heinous act yet my cock is hard as a rock again. Some of his piss enters my open mouth but I don't close it. I am so fucking turned on by it and I suddenly realise I too am pissing, but for me to piss through my erection I have to be forcing it.

"Oh yeah boy, let that piss flow," I can hear Sir say.

I can feel piss hitting in the face but it's not Sir's piss it's mine. My jet of piss is shooting straight up into my face.

"Fuck yeah, that is such a turn on seeing you piss yourself," Sir says.

I'm still in shock as my flow stops. Sir had stopped already but I hadn't realised.

"Come on, lets get you cleaned up and off home."

He unties my shackles and leads me upstairs to the shower room.

"You know you came so hard you hit the ceiling," he tells me.

"Is that a lot sir?" I ask, not knowing how much anyone else cums.

"I should say so, never seen anyone cum like that before ever."

My hands aren't tied this time as we shower. As he lathers me my hand touches is cock, it's hard. Without thinking I wrap my hand around it, he gasps but carries on lathering me. I start to jerk him and I hear him groan.. It's maybe as long as mine but definitely thicker and I find I like the feel in my hand. Sir is now lathering in my ass and fingering my hole. I groan as his fingering reminds me of being fucked by him. Suddenly I want him to fuck me again, I have an incredible strong desire to have his cock back in my ass. I move his cock and put it's head at my hole, I want him in me now!




The New Slave Ch. 02



She had extracted a large amount of male milk from the new slave, but knew that there was a lot more still inside him. Next she would need a sample for testing to see what quality there was to his thick fluid. Testing would also show if there was any sexually transmitted disease present in him. While the doctor prepared a container for the sample, Lorin went about cleaning him up. There was a large amount of sperm still covering his soft cock and all over his ball sac. This was the first time that Lorin was actually touching the slave and the doctor noticed that Lorin was spending an awful long time in cleaning him. She continued to dab at his cock, collecting small bits of the gooey cream on the towel and pushing deep into his sac, as if doing her own exam on him. 

Once cleaned up, the doctor decided to go ahead and take a sample from him. She had extracted a large amount from him already, just in examining him, but would need a sizable amount to do her tests. Besides, she thought to herself, it would be fun. Dr Sherry had always enjoyed the excitement of 'testing' a new slave. On a rare occasion it was disappointing, but most of the time it was more than arousing to her. This slave would be one of those rare times when she would really enjoy the tests. Seeing the security officer still staring at the oversized cock and balls, the doctor decided to allow her to become involved. There was no doubt in Caren's mind that the security officer was more than wet, watching the exam progress in front of her. The doctor rarely allowed anyone to be present during the initial exams, with the exception of Lorin. For some reason, this new slave was eliciting unusual responses from everyone that came near him. The security officer was no longer protecting her boss; she was literally mesmerized by the new slave. And Lorin, who was always business like and attentive, was now totally wrapped up in the new slave. 

Looking up and smiling, the doctor instructed the security officer, "Put a rubber on the slave. He's probably going to need it."

Shocked, the officer looked up at her and asked her, "Do what?" 

Dr Sherry told the officer to go to a cabinet drawer and get a rubber. Doing so, the officer came back to the exam table, smiling, opening the package. The doctor kidded her, asking her if she knew how to do this procedure. Blushing, the security officer said that she thought that she could handle it. They all laughed at the officer's joke. 

The new slave was still semi sedated, his head occasionally rising up to watch what they were doing to him. The injections in his cock were slowly beginning to wear off, but he was still soft, if not a little bit thicker. The doctor also had injections that would make him rock hard, for as long as she wanted him hard. Hesitantly, the security officer took the flaccid cock into her hand and began to gently rub it, stretching the foreskin up over the head, then back down again, tightly. There was little response from him except for the continuous stream of pre-cum leaking out of the gaping mouth. 

The security officer was attempting to get him hard to put the rubber on, something that she was use to doing and had done many times before. But she had never tried putting a rubber on a slave, restrained and being medically examined, and especially this big and this soft. Pulling and rubbing the slave's cock didn't achieve any results and she finally gave up on trying to stimulate him. Grasping the base of his shaft, she squeezed hard, forcing the blood into the top of the shaft and the head. Holding it tight, she finally was able to get the rubber stretched over the head and foreskin, then rolled the remainder of it down over the rest of the shaft. Dr Sherry just laughed, watching her fight with the thick floppy cock. 

She told her "You're not going to fuck him. The rubber only needs to be over the head, to catch his sperm when he cums." 

The officer blushed and laughingly told the doctor, "I'll try and do much better, next time." They all laughed.

Moving in between his legs again, the doctor raised the slave's leg higher. Having watched the officer attempting to stimulate him, she knew that he was nowhere near able to become erect. She would have to manually stimulate him to get a sample. Getting a tight grip on the base of his shaft with one hand, the doctor pushed two fingers into the bloated ball sac and felt around. The slave's head rose up as he watched between his legs at the attractive doctor smiling at him. She continued feeling around till she felt the vas deferens and epididymus. Squeezing them tightly, she began to roll them around between her fingers. Her other hand suddenly jerked hard on his cock, forcing it to slap against his stomach. She continued her jerking motion, with the cock slapping hard against his stomach, then against the back of her hand, holding the sac. Doing this in rapid succession, he was quickly beginning to harden as more blood was forced into the soft cock. 

As she continued this quick slapping motion, her other hand squeezed the huge tubes harder, in essence, stimulating one ball to spasm and release. Suddenly, the slave moaned as the tortured ball let go and opened up, a huge gush of sperm rushing to the rubber covered head. She held the pressure on the tubes but stopped the slapping motion, watching carefully as the rubber began to fill up with thick white fluid. The doctor heard the security officer gasp, and then explained to her that what she was seeing was not an orgasm, but a manual release of the sperm. It was enjoyable, but was nowhere near an orgasm for the slave. The doctor continued the finger manipulations to the tubes till she felt the ball relax. She then quickly probed two fingers into the other side of the large sac and there, found the vas deferens and epididymus of the other huge ball. Squeezing it she began the slapping action again on his cock and kept it up till she felt the tubes spasm in her fingers, pumping out more of the creamy rich milk. 

The doctor was amazed at the amount that she had coaxed out of him. There was already enough sperm inside the rubber that it was hanging down heavily, appearing to be almost full. The rubber looked like a huge water balloon. There was more than enough to sample. The doctor was delighted. Lorin just sat patiently and stared at the manipulations, but the security officer was beside herself. She had never watched anything like this exam. She asked the doctor, "Did he cum?" 

There was so much sperm inside the rubber that she insisted that he had cum. The doctor just laughed, saying, "No, he has not cum. He is still more than capable of cumming. Want to try him out?" the doctor asked the astonished officer. 

"Yes" she breathed excitedly.

Both the doctor and Lorin laughed at the officer's youthful enthusiasm. "Not this time," the doctor told her, "But maybe soon. Would you like that?"

"Yes," she replied, still staring at the full rubber. There was enough fluid inside the rubber that the slave's cock literally floated inside. 

Dr Sherry could tell that the slave was beginning to come back around. He seemed to be more aware of his surroundings and was watching the doctor very closely. His cock was starting to become a little bit thicker and longer. Since the ball manipulations had been performed on him, the head had remained flared, sticking out from the foreskin. This alone confirmed to the doctor that he had not experienced an orgasm, only a 'testicular release'. 

Carefully, the doctor removed the overfilled rubber, not allowing any of the fluid to become exposed to contaminants. She then dropped the used rubber and it's contents into a clear plastic container with a loud splat. Sealing it, she gave it to Lorin and asked her to do a quick analysis of the contents. As Lorin left the room, the doctor asked the security officer if she wanted to clean the slave up. More than excited, the officer rushed to help. She quickly grabbed several wash clothes and a basin of hot water. Watching, Caren wondered who was enjoying herself more, the security officer or the slave. She started out by gently dabbing at the gooey cock with the hot water soaked washcloth. She then gently began cleaning the still huge sac, slowly feeling each ball as she bathed him. 

The doctor watched intently as the security officer continued to clean over and over, the same areas. Beginning to come around more, his cock was noticeably thicker and definitely beginning to elongate. He wasn't hard but it was only a matter of time. As his sedative induced fog cleared from his brain, he was becoming more and more aware of what was going on around him, and in particular what was being done to him. Having taken almost a ½ cup of sperm from him, he didn't show any signs of being spent. 


The security officer was now paying special attention to cleaning his cock. It seemed to be growing with each swab of the hot cloth. Dr Sherry wondered if the security officer knew what effect the hot water had on his nerve endings. As he was quickly approaching fully erect, Caren told the security officer that she thought he was clean enough. Embarrassed, the officer quickly stopped the rubbing of the now rock hard cock. The doctor was impressed. Not only were her new slave's balls bigger than anything she'd ever seen, but also his cock was impressive. It was only about 8 inches, but way more than the average in thickness. The head was immense and flared wide as he became more aroused. She was now convinced that he must have been an entertainment slave. 

Lorin soon returned with the results of the sample. She happily announced that he was "clean", meaning that there was no indication of any disease or infection present. She then held her breath as she watched the doctor, waiting for the next question.

"What is his quality level?" the doctor asked. 

"Well into the above average range," Lorin told her. 

The doctor just smiled. "I had a feeling about this one," she said, running a long fingernail over the top of the slave's ball sac. "Not only does he have the capability of a huge cock, but those balls, they are definitely over productive. High quality sperm and lots of it." The doctor was excited. She gently patted the ball sac and gave it a slight squeeze. The slave didn't seem to even feel it. "I do want to do some more tests," the doctor announced to no one in particular.

The doctor then instructed both Lorin and the security officer to put thigh restrains on him. His legs were already restrained, having ankle restraints attaching his ankles to the metal stirrup legs. Lorin and the officer took leather thigh restraints and locked them around his thighs, securing him even tighter to the stirrup legs. The doctor then put a heavy leather belt around his hips and another one around his upper abdomen, securing him to the table. This way, he was completely unable to move his lower body. The doctor then instructed the officer to take a position at his head and control his arms. 

His arms were already restrained, tightly over his head. The officer was confused, but did as she was told. Pushing her chair out of the way, the doctor moved in closely between the slave's outstretched thighs. Reaching down, she cupped the two balls in her hands. Looking up, the doctor said that she was going to test him. She said that she had noticed something odd and wanted to confirm it. She then told the officer to hold his arms. 

By now, the slave was completely awake, fully aware of where he was and what was going on. He continued to raise his head, looking down to watch the activity between his legs. Taking a deep breath, the doctor pressed her thumbs into the thick muscled balls. The slave jerked slightly but continued to look down at the doctor. He even smiled at her. She smiled back, wondering if he knew what she was testing. She kept her grip on the slippery orbs, and began to press harder. He winced a little, his hips pulling back against her grip. The doctor was already surprised. The average male would have already been jerking and moaning from the pressure being exerted on the super sensitive balls. She continued to squeeze harder, watching him. He wasn't smiling now, but was still watching her closely. 

With a deep breath, she squeezed as hard as she could, pushing down on the balls, trying to crush them. This time, the slave's hips jerked hard trying to protect the battered balls. His head fell back to the table as his arms jerked hard, trying to free himself. She continued squeezing, feeling their shape starting to change in her hands. The slave was breathing hard, and was obviously in pain. As her grip wavered, the doctor could feel her arms beginning to shake. It was obvious that her arms would give out before his balls gave. The longer she held onto them, squeezing, the more obvious the slave became. He was now trying to jerk his hips back, away from her. He was actually making sounds indicating that he was hurting. She slowly released her grip, seeing for the first time that the slave was beginning to show beads of perspiration across his forehead. Obviously, he was capable of feeling the pain, but she had never seen a male that could take that much. Once she let go, he gasped, his hips settling back down and a long moan escaping from his lips. The doctor then noticed that his cock was still rock hard and oozing pre-cum in large amounts. The doctor was now more than excited. She could feel her own wetness building up in her. 

"Ok, that was something!" the doctor said. "Quick, while he's still thinking about that, undo his lower body and roll him over." Quickly, the two women undid the ankle and thigh restraints. The doctor leveled the exam table, putting it back into a flat position and released the hip and waist belts. The slave was still responding somewhat slowly, and didn't seem to realize that his ankles and thighs were released. Arms still bound over his head, the doctor went to him and looked into his eyes. She told him to roll over, which he immediately did. Laying flat on his stomach, she told him to go to his knees. Again, he immediately obeyed. Lorin had seen this before and immediately grabbed the ankle restraints and placed them on his ankles, securing him to the lower end of the table. Using large leather belts, the officer secured the slave's knees, pulling the belts outward, splaying his thighs open. On his knees, the doctor loosened the wrist restraints, allowing him to be able to rest on his elbows, giving him some degree of comfort. He wasn't sedated now, his head turning, looking back around his hips, attempting to see what they were going to do. Obviously, his cock was not sedated either, still hanging thickly between his outstretched legs. 

The doctor smiled, winking at the security officer, "He needs to be hard for this part of the exam, don't you think?" Immediately the officer moved to the side of the outstretched slave and reached under his stomach. Feeling around for a brief moment, she located the thick cock and began to slowly roll the foreskin back from the head. The slave's hips immediately pushed forward against her hand. The security officer could feel the immediate response in his cock as she felt it swell in her hand. She maneuvered around him, getting a better grasp of him and began to jerk it down hard, then jerking the thick foreskin back up against his pubic bone. The slave immediately gasped, his breath beginning to come in quick shallow breaths. The security officer began to pump the thick meat in deliberate hard strokes. 

The doctor watched closely, telling her, "Use both hands." The officer then reached around behind him, under his butt, feeling the bulging sack. Gripping it firmly, she tried to fit her hand around it but couldn't. Caren instructed her, "Go after one ball at a time." Smiling, the security officer relaxed her grip and pushed her fingers deep into the smooth skinned sack. The slave immediately reared forward attempting to escape the intruding fingers. Easily finding one of the huge balls, she wrapped her fingers around it and began to squeeze it. The slave jerked hard as the discomfort began to settle into the muscled orb. She kept her firm grip on it, squeezing rhythmically as her other hand began to pump the dripping cock harder. 

After only a few moments, the slave's hips were thrusting back and forth, his breath coming in pants. The doctor could see it and the security officer could feel it, as his cock head flared wide and swelled to new proportions. It was becoming difficult for the officer to get the foreskin over the swollen head, forcing her to squeeze harder and jerk the foreskin up and down. The head was bulging under the thick covering. 

The doctor had seen this before, in many slaves that had been purchased for their milking abilities. She knew that he would start to cum any moment and it would be a powerful orgasm. But that was not what she wanted. She quickly opened a drawer and pulled out a TENS unit. Quickly hooking up the lead lines, she ordered the officer to stop. The security officer was mesmerized, watching all of the action that her hands were about to create. The doctor knew that the security officer's arousal level was already through the roof, and felt bad for making her stop. But this was an exam and the officer could play with the slave later. Looking shocked, the officer stopped jerking the hard cock but continued the rhythmic squeezing on the now quivering ball sack. He would have spurt within seconds if she hadn't stopped it. Even Lorin was watching closely, anticipating the heavy spurting that was inevitable. The doctor apologized to the officer, but added that the exam wasn't finished and that she was to continue with her squeezing technique.

Caren then instructed the Rachel to put gloves on since she was using the TENS unit. The officer quickly donned latex gloves to avoid the electric current. She then continued the ball squeezing using both hands, one around each quivering orb. The doctor quickly wrapped an elastic conductive band around the sack and hooked one electric lead line to it. Then, telling the officer to slow her handwork, she took a firm grasp of the rock hard cock and bent it back, under the panting slave. 

Quickly, she inserted a smooth metal probe about 3 inches into the open mouth of his cock, causing him to jerk hard and pull away from her. The panting immediately stopped as he let out a sharp yelp. With some resistance, she pushed the probe into the meaty toy. Embedded deep in his cock, the electric lead line was attached to the TENS unit. With lead lines running to his cock and around his balls, she would be running an electric current between the two. The sensations to the slave would not be as powerful as an electric shock, but nonetheless, still a shock. The stimulation to his balls and the inside of his cock would be something similar to a super fast throbbing sensation, except the feeling would emanate from within, and not from outside his tissue. 

With the power on, she quickly turned the power up and switched the intensity on. The slave's hips immediately thrust forward and his head popped back. He strained hard against the wrist restraints, pulling back against them. The current surging through his genitals was more intense than anything he'd ever felt. He immediately began to pant and thrust violently, his cock bouncing against his stomach like a breeding horse. The doctor knew that he wouldn't last long. She quickly grabbed a large towel, pushing it under him, waiting for the milky gush that she knew was coming. 

The slave continued to thrust hard, jerking and panting. Within a few seconds the first huge spurt came out of his cock splashing way up on the table, almost under his head and chest. His cock was spurting violently, long ropes of white cream spewing out as his hips jerked and twisted. The spurts continued, slowly growing less and less as the TENS unit forced the ejaculation to continue. His balls were literally being forced to drain themselves, electronically. He was being unloaded. All three of them stood there, envious of the slave as his panting slowed and hips began to thrust less, the spurts now down to just large drops, splattering on the exam table. They continued to watch as the huge cock pumped out the last amount of milk from his balls, knowing full well that they had been emptied. By then, the slave had slumped down farther than his wrist restraints allowed, stretching his arms painfully. He was spent.




The New Slave Ch. 02



Each of the three women were shocked. They had never seen that much sperm come from any male at one time. It literally covered the lower half of the exam table, not to mention it being all over the slave's thighs, stomach and chest. Unable to hold himself up any longer, the slave was now laying in his own creamy goo. His cock was still hard, the current still surging through the quivering balls and cock. Lying in his own milk, his cock was bent back, stretched flat on the table. The doctor knew that he would remain hard till she reduced the electric current. She immediately turned the TENS unit power off. 

A long moan came from the slave as his cock immediately started to soften. Within a few seconds, it was completely soft. The doctor looked at the security officer, her mouth hanging open in awe. "You've probably never seen this before, but watch." With that, the doctor turned the power back on, to the TENS unit. Immediately the slave moaned and jerked. His body rising slightly from the table, his cock began to elongate and thicken, still laying in the creamy goo. The doctor watched with delight as the security guard stood staring at the quickly hardening cock. She had never witnessed anything like this. The doctor quickly turned the TENS unit off, watching as the cock softened instantly. "And in case you're wondering... Yes, that was an orgasm. One hell of an orgasm I might add." 



The New Slave Ch. 03



Chapter 3 Lorin Takes A Turn

All of them were astonished if not somewhat grossly shocked by the unbelievable amount of cum that was present. It was obvious that the slave was exhausted as he lay panting on the exam table. He was barely moving and his breathing was slowly returning to normal. He appeared to be trying to rise off the table but it was so slick in his juices that he kept falling. He was still lying on his stomach, his massive cock pressed under him, sticking out from between his outstretched legs. He was now disappointingly flaccid. Caren unhooked the electrode lead lines and carefully pulled the probe from out of his cock. There was a squishy pop as the probe pulled out of the thick cock head and then the customary dribbling as his cock expelled the last amount of backed up sperm. Using a probe, especially such a large one for such a large cock, tended to block the urethra. Upon release, the balls pump hard to expel the sperm. With the probe blocking the urethra, the sperm literally explodes by the probe on its way out. There is almost always sperm present behind the probe after orgasm, thicker fluids that didn’t make it past the probe. She then removed the sperm soaked band from around his balls and carefully inspected all of his genitals to insure that there was no injury from the slave’s frantic jerking and writhing. Obviously he had enjoyed himself, but sometimes slaves can get carried away when forced to cum, especially when forced really hard. 

The doctor knew a variety of ways to force a slave to ejaculate, most pleasurable but some not so pleasurable. In time she would employ all of them to know which method would produce the most ‘product’ from this slave. She already had a large amount of ‘milking slaves’ but this one had produced more product than any 5 of them combined. This new slave was a virtual milk machine in terms of quantity. Now she would have to find out how long he could last, in regards to keeping up that quantity. His quality was exceptional, but how long would he be able to keep producing these enormous amounts. It was not profitable for the doctor to allow slaves long rest periods. This was her business, not their pleasure. In time the new slave would become accustomed to being milked on a regular basis. 

The slave was slowly coming around, becoming more agitated at his predicament. With the sedative wearing off, he was becoming fully aware of where he was and what was being done to him. Over the years of female domination, the attitudes of the subservient males had quickly changed. In the earlier years males had literally begged for sexual contact, anything that would give them release. Males paid for sex in any venue imaginable. But now, with every aspect of life being controlled by females, the male species had come to reject almost all aspects of sex. No longer did they crave sexual attention or any form of sexual response. It was as if they had created their own mental chastity belts. It was no longer something of pleasure, but something that was demanded of them. And in the new slave’s case, being milked like a stud bull was humiliating and degrading. But the world had changed and the males were being forced to change with it. Slaves in the entertainment industry had become resigned to their fate. Most of them enjoyed a lifestyle that their slavery afforded them. Since they were in demand, they were treated better and lived a staring role in their owner’s world. Since they were considered “money makers” for their owners, they lived a rich lifestyle. As in life, some had it better than others. 

As the doctor continued her quick exam of the gooey slave, both Rachel and Lorin stood back, watching. They just couldn’t believe how much had come out of him. Neither made a move to help the doctor, with there being such a mess all around the restrained slave. Seeing this, Caren told Lorin, “Get him cleaned up, I don’t think he can get any messier.” 

She figured that the security officer had already had fun with the slave, and that Lorin could play with him for a while. There was no doubt in Caren’s mind, that there was still plenty of milk in the slave. Lorin hesitated, not use to cleaning up such a mess. Normally the doctor would call in some of the servant girls or even the lesser slave girls. But this time, the doctor didn’t want word to spread too fast, about this new endowed slave. They would all find out soon enough. Caren told Lorin to use the hose, that it would easier. She also knew that Lorin was more than aroused, judging by her intent gaze on the slave’s genitals. Even though Rachel didn’t get to ‘use’ the slave, she would at a later time. For now, Lorin, her trusted personal assistant could play with the new slave. 

The slave was still trying to rise up off the table, as if he didn’t know that he was restrained. The doctor had thought that he was fully awake, but sensed that maybe he was more sedated than she had thought. Each time he would try to rise on his knees, he would slide in the white goo, falling back down. Together, the doctor and Lorin got him up and rolled him over on his back. His cock flopped around from one side to another, still somewhat fattened by his recent orgasm. The doctor tilted the table, slightly downward at the feet and instructed Lorin to use the spray hose to clean him. Getting the water warmed up, Lorin turned the gentle spray on the half conscious slave, quickly washing the sticky globs from him. With the table tilted as it was, the cream tainted water quickly washed down the table, into a large drain on the floor. Rising up his hips and back, they washed under him, finally sending the last remants of his orgasm down to the floor. Looking down, they were all surprised at just how much sperm was stuck in the drain filter. 

After getting most of the sperm off of the slave, Lorin took a washcloth and began to gently bath him, rubbing his thighs and stomach with the warm cloth. Turning the heat up on the water a little, she aimed the water flow directly onto his still gooey cock and balls. His response was immediate as his cock began to elongate and fatten. Apparently he was ready for another exam. The doctor just smiled as she reached over and turned the water temperature up. The doctor knew that the hot water would have an arousing effect on the nerve endings in his genitals. As the hot water splashed on his cock and balls, his body jerked as if trying to protect himself. Directing the hot flow right at the underside of his cock head, he quickly swelled and was rock hard in a matter of minutes. The doctor told Lorin to stop the water, fearing that the heat would make him cum too quickly. Obviously he responded well to hot stimulus. Lorin quickly did so, then grabbed a towel and started patting him dry. 

The slave was still tightly restrained, laying on his back, his cock sticking up obscenely. Without permission, Lorin couldn’t help herself and reached out, wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft. The doctor just watched as Lorin began her turn, gently pumping the shaft. After several strokes, she suddenly remembered where she was and looked up at Caren. In her most mocking little girl voice she said, “Well, Rachel got to play with him. Now it’s my turn.” 

Caren just laughed, watching as Lorin gleefully continued her rubbing. Lorin had been with the doctor for a long time. Her professional demeanor in public made her seem like an ice queen, business like, calculating, and cold. But Caren knew the real Lorin, who had a voracious sexual appetite. She was in her late 20’s but in public, during business, her business suits well hid her petite athletic body. Many times the doctor had to stop her insatiable assistant after she had completely worn out a male slave. 

The doctor just watched as Lorin began what would surely be an arousing sexual demonstration. Her stroking was gentle and only went from his pubic bone, up to just below the head. She wasn’t pulling the foreskin over the thick head, like Rachel had been doing. Caren knew from experience that the new slave was far from orgasm, seeing that his cock head was still somewhat soft. It hadn’t begun to flare, indicating that he was approaching orgasm. It didn’t take but a few moments before all of them could hear the squishy sound as Lorin’s hand forced out a large amount of pre cum. His cock head and foreskin, as well as most of Lorin’s hand were covered in the clear fluid. One thing that Caren admired about Lorin was her manual dexterity. Her hands had performed miracles on slaves that been emptied of cum. Once a slave had been milked to empty by a machine, Lorin could come in and always coax another load from the quivering male. 

The slave’s breathing was starting to become erratic and within a few minutes, her continuous coaxing started a gentle thrusting in his hips. Lorin was mesmerized as she kept watching her hand sliding up and down the glistening muscles, the head beginning to swell as the clear fluid continued to flow out of the mouth. The slave’s eyes were wide open, watching Lorin as she continued to pump him. Both Caren and the security officer had noticed that Lorin’s other hand had crept down under her short skirt and was beginning an obvious movement between her thighs. 

After several minutes of working on the slave’s cock, Lorin stopped. She smiled at Caren, and then quickly removed her skirt and panties. Tying back her long blouse she looked up surprised, “What? I’m just getting it out of the way in case of any accidents.” Even the slave was wide eyed, taking in Lorin’s petite form. He was even smiling. 

Lorin again began her handwork; her breathing starting to get raspy as she closely watched the slave’s cock. His hips were thrust outward, as if to give her more of his cock to work on. The more he pushed out, the firmer her grasp became on the meaty organ. Her strokes had become harder, pulling his foreskin up over the swollen head, almost in rhythm with her other hand’s quick movements between her legs. Caren had witnessed Lorin’s sexual episodes before and now found herself wondering who would cum first. She bet that it would be Lorin, since the slave had just pumped out an enormous amount of milk, less than 15 minutes before. He appeared more than ready to do it again. His breathing had now turned into a pant and his hips were moving rhythmically with her jerking hand. He was trying to match his thrusting with her hand jerks, to intensify what was sure to be another thick orgasm. 

Lorin had slowly leaned onto the exam table, almost on top of the slave; her face only inches from his face, her head turned watching closely what her hand was about to produce. Having no embarrassment, her hand frantically moved between her spread thighs. By the squishy sounds coming from below the exam table, it was obvious that Lorin was close to cumming. Her breathing was now coming in quick fast pants and she was beginning to moan. 

Slumped against the table it was obvious that her orgasm had started. Her entire body tensed as her eyes flickered shut, her fingers moving quickly in and out of her soppy wetness. She took one deep breath and held it, a long moan coming from deep in her throat. Her hand tightly squeezed his cock in mid stroke, the foreskin pulled tightly over the flared head. She continued her frozen grip on the slave’s cock as her own orgasm washed over her, her body shaking, spasms racking her pussy, clutching at her deeply embedded fingers. Caren winced as she watched the foreskin stretch tightly over the cock head, turning blood red and puffy from the iron tight grip. She knew that Lorin was inflicting one very painful hand job to the new slave. He didn’t seem to be having any problem since his hips were still pumping hard against her grip. 

As Lorin’s orgasm began to subside, Rachel and Caren just looked at each other and smiled as Lorin slowly slumped over the slave’s chest, her hand still tightly gripping the foreskin stretched cock. Lorin just lay across his chest, trying to catch her breath as the last contractions of her pussy were slowing. Her tanned legs barely able to keep her standing, she pulled them back together, only after the two women saw the tell tale signs of her wetness smeared on her inner thighs. The slave was still panting, harder than he was moments before. It was obvious that he was at the edge. 

Lorin slowly rose up from his chest, realizing that she had been squeezing the foreskin and cock head tightly. This was common for Lorin, loosing track of her surroundings as her own orgasm took over her. Blushing, she moved her face up to the blood engorged cock and gave it a slight kiss on the severely stretched foreskin. Immediately, the slave pushed out his hips thrusting his cock toward her. Understanding this, Lorin jerked down hard, stretching the foreskin down to his pubic bone, completely exposing the swollen head. It was flared wide and pre-cum was streaming from the gaping mouth. She started jerking it hard, up and down; stretching the tender foreskin up high over the head, then back down hard, all the way to his pubic bone. 

The doctor watched closely, knowing that the jerking motion was probably hurting the slave. Surprised, she quickly changed her mind as she watched his hips pump harder and harder, preparing to unload his huge balls, again. It probably was hurting him, but he was obviously enjoying it. Lorin was also enjoying her manipulations, watching closely and grinning as she continued her very hard jerking motion, popping his cock with each jerk. The doctor noticed in the popping action that the slave’s cock seemed to be almost double jointed, knowing full well that there was no joint in the male genitals. But this one was being jerked and popped in some odd almost impossible directions. She decided that she would check this at another time. 

Suddenly, the slave’s hips rose off the table as his panting hit an almost impossible rate. A long moan came from his throat as the first thick rope of milk shot from his tortured cockhead. Lorin immediately slammed his hips down on the table pinning him there, his hips pushing upward off the table as another long rope of creamy goo shot out of him. Pushing his hips up off the table again, several more thick spurts shot high into the air as Lorin gripped him harder and increased her jerking action. 

The large spurts cascaded through the air, falling thickly onto Lorin’s arms and the slaves belly and thighs. He was still panting, but would suddenly take a deep breath, as if it helped force out more of the milk from deep inside the quivering balls. After several smaller spurts, his butt dropped to the table and his legs shook. Lorin continued holding him down as her hand continued the hard jerking motion on the spasming cock. She had done this hundreds of times before and knew that there was still more inside the quivering male balls. 

She had often joked that she didn’t know what she enjoyed more, her orgasm or making a slave orgasm forcefully. She’d then laugh and say “Mine.” 

Watching closely, she continued her hard rubbing, forcing more sperm from the mouth of the slave’s cock. Slowing her jerks, she began a squeezing motion from the bottom of the shaft upward to the head, ensuring that every drop of his milk was taken. Even as the slave’s cock was quickly wilting in her hand, the milking action continued with more and more coming out of him. The slave wasn’t even moving as Caren moved in to check him. She had thought for a moment that he was unconscious, but found that he was only resting. The past 25 minutes had been more than demanding on his genitals. Even while covered in his own sperm, Caren pulled up the bloated soft cock and examined it. Lorin was known to get pretty rough with slaves but this slave seemed to respond well to her roughness. She could see that his cock was reddish pink and very puffy, the foreskin beginning to swell. He was already huge, and this only made him look bigger. All three of them were impressed. 

In checking his sac, Caren had to probe really deep to grasp his balls and pull them back down. Surprisingly, with the huge amount of sperm that had been extracted from him, his balls should have decreased slightly in size. But in this slave, they had not. If anything, they felt fatter, rounder, maybe even puffy and thick. The doctor then knew that this slave would respond well to what was known as testicular manipulation. She had already seen evidence of that with manipulating the inner cords and tubes of his ball sac. All in all, his genitals seemed to have gotten somewhat bigger with all of the attention paid to them by Lorin and Rachel. This was a good sign. And with the amount that was obviously splattered all over his thighs and belly, this slave would be a very heavy producer. 

Lorin just stood there, dreamily looking at the slave’s genitals. She was relaxed from her own powerful orgasm and still feeling the effects of it. Rachel handed her a towel and she slowly wiped off the sperm covering her arms. 

“Ummm, he is good,” she said, to no one in particular. “I think I could have a lot of fun with this one,” she said dreamily. Both Caren and Rachel just laughed at her. 

The doctor, looking at the mess everywhere told Lorin, “You messed him up, you clean him up!” Lorin groggily agreed and went and got more warm wet towels. 

The slave was coming around too, his head moving around watching the ladies’ movements as they busied themselves around the exam room. Lorin was almost back to her normal business self; her breathing now normal, her dress pulled down primly and her blouse buttoned back and tucked in. She was moving slowly, a dull throbbing sensation between her legs, not to mention an over abundance of her own juice still seeping from her engorged pussy lips. Given a little more time, Lorin wanted to continue what she considered to be an appetizer. What was laid out in front of her was a virtual smorgasbord of male meat and juices, and she had only sampled the first course. She wanted more.

She dutifully set about cleaning up the slave, only making her more conscious of his assets. As she wiped away the still warm globs of his milk she couldn’t help but notice that his cock was deliciously fat. From all of her rough milking action with her hand, his foreskin was puffy and wrapped tightly around the head. He still leaked a steady stream of clear pre-cum, indicating to Lorin that he was ready to go again, with just the right stimulus. Lorin knew that she had the right stimulus as she felt the warmth building between her legs. Given the time both of them would be exhausted and drained, but not today. The doctor knew what was going through Lorin’s mind; she had seen Lorin in action, too many times. Lorin had only been getting started, quenching her own desire and accidentally quenching the slave’s. Caren didn’t mind, she already suspected that there was plenty of activity left in the slave. She had decided that she would find out, once the two young women were through with him. 

Lorin continued cleaning the slave, who with his occasional moans and the elongating of his thick cock was showing his approval of her cleaning methods. He wasn’t thickening up any more, but the head had pushed out from behind the thick swollen foreskin and was dripping like a leaky faucet. Amazing, the doctor thought to herself. In less than 30 minutes the slave had pumped out from between one half to three quarters of a cup of male milk. This slave was going to be her prize slave, or better put, her prize cow. Once he became accustomed to the milking machines, he would be a bountiful producer. But for now, he was a new ‘asset’ to the company and would go through more examinations. 

The doctor began to notice that Lorin was paying very close attention to cleaning and re-cleaning the slave’s now growing cock. There was no doubt that it was beyond clean, but she was tenderly rubbing it up and down with the warm towel, making sure to get every square inch of his tenderized skin. Literally, she left no hole untouched. It had begun to take its toll on the slave as his cock slowly rose from his belly. It was a slow growing erection but getting thicker by the minute. Lorin’s attention was preparing the slave to cum again and they all knew it. Finally the doctor had to tell Lorin to clean the rest of him, that she suspected that his cock was more than clean. Even Rachel stood mesmerized and watched as Lorin continued her gentle rubbing and pulling. It was obvious that Rachel wanted to play with the new slave again. As instructed, Lorin turned her attention to the huge ball sack, washing it down and tenderly wiping away the last thick strands of drying sperm. It had literally gotten everywhere. Spreading his legs wide, Lorin washed between his thighs and the massive sack, paying extra attention to squeezing and probing them. 




The New Slave Ch. 03



Billy struggled to keep his balance, holding tightly onto Vanessa's hips as he plunged his cock deeply into her ass. He was on his knees behind her, fucking her hard. Usually this position would hold no challenge for him, however, this time, Master was behind him, his cock buried deeply in his ass. As Billy thrust in and out of Vanessa, he was also fucking his Master's cock with his ass.

She lay beneath him, crying out with pleasure as her body was wracked with orgasms. He, unfortunately, was not allowed to cum and it was taking every ounce of his self control to obey that order. Master's cock was large and was stretching Billy's ass in the most exquisite way. It had been a long time since Billy had been properly fucked, and even though this wasn't quite the same, it was a real cock and that was enough for now.

Billy grunted loudly every time he pushed back onto Master's cock, burying it deeply in his ass. Not only was Master thick, he was long as well and Billy was reveling in the fullness he was feeling. He wanted to push back hard and then slide forward slowly but he also had to fuck Vanessa so he could only keep up a steady rhythm of thrusts in each direction.

Finally, Master gripped Billy's hips and rammed his cock in deep, crying out loudly as he filled his Slave's ass with cum. He pulled out and watched with satisfaction as his cum oozed out of the young man's stretched hole.

"Keep fucking her," he ordered, pushing himself up to the head of the bed, watching the pair. "And don't you dare cum!" he added. "Tell him what to do, what you want, Pet," he told her.

"Fuck me, Slave. Fuck my ass good and hard! Ram it in deep!" she gasped as yet another orgasm roared through her. She wished Master would let Billy cum, she didn't know how much more of this she would be able to take.

Now that Master was done, Billy spread his thighs and really began to fuck her. Being able to fully enjoy her, to fully use her, to abuse her. She began to grunt and cry out from his renewed assault on her ass and he couldn't help but grin. "You want it hard? Here's hard," he growled, slamming his cock into her. Raising his hand, he rained down a flurry of slaps, reddening her butt cheeks.

Her orgasms tore through her, tumbling over each other, causing her to cry out incoherently. Finally, she managed to gasp, pleading, "Please Master, no more, please. Have mercy, I can't take any more...please..."

Master could see she truly was exhausted and allowed her her release. "You may cum, Slave," he reluctantly sighed.

With a loud roar, Billy gripped her hips and plowed his cock in, spewing his cum deep inside her. He remained behind her, buried in her ass, his thighs trembling but wanting to enjoy every last glimmer of his mind shattering orgasm before flopping back onto the bed.

"You are dismissed, Slave," Master ordered gruffly and on still shaky legs, Billy rose and stumbled back to his own room. He just managed to crawl into his bed as oblivion swept over him.

When he awoke, dawn was just breaking. The first thing he was aware of was the soreness in his ass. The second was that he wasn't alone. His arms were wrapped around a body in front of him, one hand cupping a lush, full breast. Opening his eyes, he found his nose buried in a mass of auburn hair. Why was Vanessa in his bed?

He felt his cock stirring and managed to reach behind him to his nightstand and grab a bottle of lube. He squirted some onto his cock and managed to part her ass cheeks without waking her. Pointing his throbbing cock at her ass hole, he thrust in hard, pushing in halfway.

She awakened with a cry, her ass instinctively clenching hard around the intrusion. Billy pushed again and managed to bury himself a little deeper.

She lay gasping on the bed, trying to figure out what was happening as Billy drove into her one last time, to the hilt, the full length of his cock deep in her ass. He pushed her down onto her stomach and not allowing her time to get her bearings, rose above her and straddling her hips, began to fuck her ass hard, driving in deep, his hips slapping against her ass.

"Oh God," she cried out, her senses finally focusing on what was happening. "Oh, that feels good!" Her hips lifted from the bed, accepting the cock fucking her.

"Yeah, you like that?" Billy grunted. "You like being woken by my cock?"

"Oh yes, it's a hell of a way to start the day," she gasped.

Half an hour later, after the cries from their orgasms had faded from the room and Vanessa had left, Billy sat in his bath tub, soaking his still sore ass. Master had fucked him hard last night and he was still feeling it.

He tipped his head back and contemplated his new home. He certainly liked being used, instead of ignored, as was the case in his last home. His previous Master had never punished him as harshly as his new Master and Mistress had. After the brutal sodomizing he had received at Vanessa's hands, he was quick to obey their every command and he soon learned his place in the house.

He loved his relationship with Vanessa, his Mistress. He liked that he could fuck her of his own initiative, that she would submit to him as she had this morning. That was when he truly enjoyed her, when he was in control. Not when Master ordered it, but when she simply accepted it.

He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to be the Master of this house. To have a slave like Vanessa at his beck and call. Ah, the things he would do to her.

Gently stroking his cock in the warm water, he imagined her naked, a large butt plug in her ass, scurrying across the floor on her hands and knees as he swatted her ass with a paddle, urging her to go faster. Once her ass was red and she was sprawled across the floor, unable to take the punishment any more, he would pull the plug from her and fuck her ass, rough and hard, until she begged for mercy. Then he would shoot his cum onto her pretty face, watching it drip down her chin onto her beautiful breasts.

His fantasies of abusing her always made him cum and this scenario was no different, as his groans of pleasure erupted from his throat, his cum mingling with the water in the tub.

They were going to a party that evening, a BDSM party. Other than the one where he was auctioned off, he had never attended one and was looking forward to it.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor reached his ears and he looked up as Vanessa appeared in the doorway of his bathroom. She was wearing a white terry cloth robe and fluffy high heeled mules on her feet. In her arms was a bundle of clothes. "When you're finished come down to the spa to be prepared for the party this evening. These are your clothes for tonight, I'll leave them on your bed. Don't be too long," she said with a smile before turning to leave.

Billy took a quick shower to rinse the cum soaked water from his body and wash his hair before donning a white robe of his own. He ignored the clothing she had left for him, eager to participate in the preparations for the party. Arriving at the small spa that Master kept on the premises he was ushered into a private room by a herd of scantily clad, pretty Asian women. He was gently but efficiently bent over to receive a thorough enema, his body was scrubbed and buffed, he received a manicure and pedicure where the nails of both hands and feet were painted a blackish red and they even trimmed his pubic hair. At the end he enjoyed a relaxing steam followed by a deep massage.

Thoroughly rejuvenated he wandered back to his room to get dressed. His restful feelings evaporated when he saw the clothing that had been chosen for him. He sorted through the garments and groaned with frustration wondering if it was Master or Vanessa who had envisioned this outfit for him. Picking up the black lace corselet he wrapped it around his waist, cinching it tightly. The knee high, black patent leather, lace up boots were fine but he didn't particularly like the black fishnet stay-ups he was to wear with them. He wrapped the black leather slave collar around his throat and tugged on the vinyl bicep-high fingerless gloves before turning and staring at himself in the mirror. With his body mostly covered except for his cock, ass, and upper torso he grudgingly had to admit that he did create quite a vision.

Turning to the sound of high heels clicking across the floor, he watched as Vanessa approached. She was wearing a skin tight latex gown in candy-apple red with a neckline so wide that her nipples were bare and was so short that her shaved pussy was fully exposed and was cut higher in the back to reveal her beautiful ass. On her feet were snug, thigh high boots with a dangerously high 7 inch heel. A regular butt plug was peeking out from between her cheeks. A leather pouch swung from one hand and she was exuding a sexually excited vibe. "How do you like your outfit?" she asked, a playful gleam dancing in her brilliant green eyes.

"It's different," Billy commented dryly. "Did you pick it out, Mistress?" he asked.

"I think you look incredibly hot," she purred, stepping closer to him. Pulling a butt plug and lube from her leather pouch she ordered, "Bend over."

Obeying, he sighed happily as the plug slid into his ass.

Producing an eyeliner, she instructed him to look in various directions as she lined his eyes for him. "Perfect," she announced, examining her handiwork as Billy gazed again at himself in the mirror.

"I barely recognize myself," he whispered.

"How does the plug feel?" she asked, giving it wiggle.

"It feels fine," he answered casually. He was getting accustomed to being sodomized on a regular basis and the plug he was currently fitted with only produced a mildly pleasant sense of arousal.

"Good, you're ready for the next one," she announced, pulling a larger one from the leather pouch. "Bend over."

Billy stared for a moment at the larger plug, a smile tugging at his lips. He bent over and gasped loudly as the larger toy spread his hole wide. Standing slowly, he waited a moment until his ass adjusted to the invasion. "Oh, that feels good," he moaned with a smile.

"Come on, Master wishes to fit us with our final plugs for the evening," she said, taking his hand and pulling him from the room.

"You're not going to do mine?" he asked, following her through the house, enjoying the view of her ass.

"No, not tonight. Master specifically stated that he wanted to do it," she replied as they arrived before the ornate wooden door of their Master's bedroom suite. Vanessa knocked on the door and they entered at his summons.

"Well, don't you two look dangerous!" he smiled as he took in their appearance. Approaching Vanessa he gathered her in his arms, his large hands squeezing her ass. "Bend over Pet," he ordered, retrieving her plug from a silver tray sitting on a nearby table. She happily obeyed and cried out loudly as she was penetrated with the large plug. Master jiggled the ornately carved handle and she gasped loudly.

"How does that feel?" he murmured in her ear.

"Wonderful, Master," she replied, smiling at him.

He gave her ass a playful slap and motioned Billy to come forward. "Are you looking forward to your first BDSM ball, Slave?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," he dutifully replied.

"Turn around, bend over," Master instructed. He slowly pulled out Billy's plug and holding up the final one, he motioned to Vanessa. "Pet, would you like to do the honors? After all, he is your slave."

Vanessa took the plug from him and after lubing it, she pushed it into Billy's spread hole. He cried out softly as the largest part of the plug spread him and sighed happily when it was fully inserted. His plug had a large bunch of six inch long leather straps attached to it and they swung and tickled the backs of this thighs as he walked.

Master's gaze took in Slave's appearance, and held out a small item to Vanessa. "One more accessory for him, Pet," he smiled.

She took the leather straps from his hand and knelt before Billy, wrapping them tightly around his balls and cock. Stifling a groan he stared down at himself, knowing he would be unable to cum all night and that it was going to be one of exquisite torture.

A crystal studded leash was attached to Billy's slave collar which Vanessa was to hold. This was her first party where she would not be wearing a collar and she wondered how Master wished to display that she was his. Her question was answered as he picked up the final objects on the silver platter, a pair of silver nipple clamps.

Tugging on her nipples, he twisted the clamps into place, screwing them down until she cried out from the sweet pain. Attached to the small devices were short lengths of chain attached to strips of leather that were joined to a leash by a silver ring. He gave them an experimental tug to which she gasped softly and stepped forward. "Very good, I see these will work quite well," he smiled, tugging again, leading her from the room. Billy followed behind her, his constricted cock bobbing in front of him.

As they alighted from the car in front of the mansion hosting the party they gazed about. It was a warm evening and the party was meant to be held partly outdoors. There were benches and lounges scattered about beneath luxurious canopies, with leather clad servants carrying trays of drinks and food. There were other servants manning the usual assortment of containers for the guests to cum into while enjoying the slaves.

There was no auction at this event, but deals were common and everyone knew that more than a few slaves would change hands during the course of the evening. Master himself knew that he would receive many offers for Vanessa and was curious to see how much interest Billy would rouse.

As they slowly made their way through the house Master found their host and thanked him for the invitation.

"I see you have a new slave," their host announced, eyeing Billy with interest. "Didn't you purchase him at the auction? If I remember correctly he behaved very badly on the block."

"Yes, this is the same one. He actually belongs to my Pet, but together we have managed to tame him. He behaves now for the most part," he said smiling. "Would you care for a sample of either of them?" he asked.

"Yes, the young man looks most appealing," he enthused, moving behind Billy. "Such a nice firm ass," he murmured gripping his cheeks, squeezing them hard.

Billy sighed as the large plug was pulled from his ass. He felt lube being applied and then his cheeks spread before the host's cock slid into him. The man wasn't particularly well endowed but he could thrust hard and Billy grunted and gasped as he was fucked.

Vanessa stood watching, feeling somehow left out. She was used to being the one fucked while Master looked on and found this new situation to be a bit unsettling. I should be the first one fucked tonight, she thought unhappily watching Billy's face twist with pleasure as he was roughly taken.

"Ah, he's splendid," their host complimented him when he had finished and Billy's plug was pushed back in. "Enjoy the party."

The next acquaintance of Master's they encountered preferred Vanessa and as he pulled his cock from his pants, she had to stifle a gasp, he was so large. He laughed wickedly as he moved behind her and parted her cheeks, lubing her quite well. Gripping her tits in his large hands he drove into her, penetrating her deeply. She tried to muffle a loud cry, causing a few heads to turn, as he continued to plunge in until he was finally in to the hilt, his balls pressed against her dripping pussy.

His large hands mauled her tits, tugging on her nipple clamps as he ground his hips against her. Gasping, she tried to adjust to his length and thickness, but he was giving her little chance to do that, as he slammed back in, hard and deep.

She was hoping Master might say something, asking his friend to go a little easier on her, but he was busy enjoying the anal pleasures of the other man's slave. That slave's dark eyes bored into hers, knowing exactly what she was going through. He was well hung himself she noted and even though Master had him bent over she could tell that he was tall and muscular. A very fine slave.

Vanessa squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ride out the pain, hoping it might turn into something more enjoyable. He gave her a small relief as his hands left her breasts to grip her hips, but that only gave him more leverage to drive even more ruthlessly into her. Finally, with a loud groan he pulled out and staggered the few steps to a container to shoot his cum.

She staggered herself and it was Billy who gripped her arm holding her up. "Can you take your plug, Mistress?" he whispered.

"I'll barely feel it after that," she replied.

Billy slid it into her as their Master gave a sigh of satisfaction as he shot his own load into the container. The slave that had pleasured him straightened and stared at Vanessa, his full lips curling into a smile. He only nodded to her as the two Masters parted ways.

The party continued with both of them being taken in various ways, Billy garnering quite a bit of attention, especially with those who knew his reputation. Vanessa particularly enjoyed the times they spent in the gardens, having always loved having sex outdoors. The night wore on until Master, having been invited to a club where the clothes his two slaves were wearing would be unsuitable, sent them home together in the car.

They were silent during the ride, both resting from the exertions of the evening. Master was always popular at these events and thus they were as well. Wearily they climbed out of the car and through the hallway connecting the garage to the house.

"So, how did you enjoy your first BDSM party?" she asked him as they began to climb the stairs.

"It was fun, I enjoyed the shows, the whippings and the candles. And I've never been fucked by so many different men in one night before. Also, I noticed that I got fucked more than you, Mistress," he teased.

"Did you? I hadn't noticed," she replied with an air of indifference. In fact, she had noticed, had kept very close count and Billy had come out one fuck ahead.

"Yup, one more than you," he boasted. His smile fell from his face as she slowly turned to him, her displeasure quite obvious. Dropping his eyes, he quickly apologized. "Please forgive my arrogance, Mistress. I forgot myself."

"It was most likely only the novelty of a new slave that brought you so much interest," she replied in a bored voice, turning from him and continuing up the stairs.

Billy stared hungrily at her plug, still sticking out of her luscious behind. His cock was still rock hard, having not been able to cum all night and he wanted to cum inside her ass.

She paused on the second floor landing, about to turn down the hall to her rooms when he stopped her. "I was hoping you would relieve me of this torture device, Mistress," he said, indicating the straps on his cock and balls.

Turning to him, she gazed down at his tormented dick, a small smile curling her lips as she approached him. "Perhaps the punishment for your arrogance should be that you wear it all night," she answered smugly, wrapping her fingers around him.

His breath became ragged and a low moan escaped his lips as she gently stroked him. "Please, I beg of you, Mistress," he managed to gasp.

"This is how you beg?" she mocked, releasing his cock and gripping his hair, pulling him to his knees before her. "This is the proper position for begging," she growled at him.

"Yes, Mistress," he whispered, his eyes level with her lovely pussy. The aroma of her arousal hit his nose and he licked his lips, suddenly hungry for a taste of her. Vanessa saw the look in his eyes and with her hand still gripping his hair, she spread her legs and pushed his face between her leather clad thighs.




The New Slave Ch. 03



"Eat me," she ordered, her pussy suddenly soaking wet, aching for relief. With a loud gasp she threw her head back as his tongue slid through her folds, finding her clit instantly and concentrating his attentions there.

"Oh God, oh yes," she breathed, clutching his hair, her only means of balance as he quickly drew her towards orgasm. One hand squeezed and caressed her ass while with the other he swiftly plunged two fingers into her dripping pussy. As his tongue continued to flick and tease her clit, his fingers ruthlessly fucked her, bringing her to a shuddering climax.

Gripping his shoulders, she stood trembling and gasping, still holding onto him for support. Billy released his hold on her ass and his fingers closed around the head of her plug. Jiggling it gently, he gazed up at her and in a low voice, asked, "Would you care to even the score?"

Confused, she stared down at him, her eyes still slightly glazed with spent passion. "What do you mean?"

"Even the number of fuckings we each received," he explained.

A lusty smile curled her full lips and she took a step away from him. Giving a tug on the leash that was still attached to his collar, she purred, "Come along, Slave. On your hands and knees like a good pet on a leash."

Lowering his hands to the ground and keeping his eyes on her firm, round ass and the plug sticking out of it, he obediently crawled after her. He had never been in her rooms before and sat back on his heels to look around when she commanded that he halt. He thought his room was luxurious, but her's made his pale in comparison . In fact, gazing around, he quickly realized she had a suite of rooms.

Unscrewing and removing the clamps from her tender nipples, she watched her Slave take in his surroundings. She could see he was impressed. She peeled off her latex dress before sitting on a sofa, sucking in her breath slightly as the plug pushed in. "Come and stand before me," she ordered.

Billy obediently crawled to her and stood. A sigh of immense relief slipped through his lips as she gently removed the straps from his cock and balls. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered. Surprising him, she slid off the sofa and knelt at his feet, immediately taking him into her mouth. The sudden warmth and wetness, accompanied by her expert sucking had him on the verge and then over, shooting his cum into her mouth and down her throat as she took all of him into her mouth.

Rising, she looked up at him and gave the leash a quick tug. Dropping to his hands and knees, he followed as she led him to the bedroom. "I want a good long ass fucking, not some quick in and out," she explained. "And I figured that with the state you're in, you would cum too quickly." Pausing, she turned and looked down at him. "And I was right."

His cock was instantly hard again, his arousal immediate as she announced her desire for a lengthy fucking. Billy watched her lustily as she led him to her bed, clad only in the thigh high leather boots. He imagined what it would feel like to have those boots pressed against his chest and shoulders as he plunged his cock into her ass. Watching those dangerous heels bouncing in the air as he took her. How he would love to bind her hands to the headboard, to be able to use her as he wished.

His cock stiffened even further as he saw that part of his fantasy was to come true, as she lay on her back bending her legs, spreading herself wide. "Get up here and fuck me, slave," she ordered.

She used him thoroughly that night, letting him cum only once more, ordering him to fuck her ass in every possible position. By the end of it, dawn was breaking and they were both sore and exhausted. "Go to your room," she ordered, rolling over in the bed, pulling the blankets around her. As he rose, he noticed that she still had the boots on, but was already sound asleep.

Wandering to his own room, he stood briefly before the full length mirror. He still wore the clothes from the party and gazed at his reflection. Vanessa had finally admitted that she had chosen the outfit for him, knowing that he would feel slightly uncomfortable in it. Grudgingly he had to admit, that he did look rather hot in the gender bending attire and it had attracted quite a bit of attention earlier that night.

He pulled off the clothes and fell back onto the bed, his hands closing around his still hard cock. Even though he was sore, he was still horny and he gently stroked himself until he came, his cum covering his hand. Thoroughly exhausted, he didn't even bother to wipe his fingers before falling asleep.



The New Slave Ch. 03



I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as I did writing it.

In response to some comments on Ch01, it isn't really about who the master is but rather how Daniel's life can be controlled by someone that he may never see. 

CHAPTER 3 -- Daniel becomes a spit roast. 

It's been nearly a week since he dropped me off and I spent the whole night that evening watching the video he gave me on my first day. I had to be sure. My cock would swell and cause me incredible pain from the chastity device but I suffered it. I went to bed that night fully accepting my homosexuality and my love for Sir. I now feel I have a purpose in this life and that's to please my master.

I haven't heard from my master since then and I'm going out of my mind, I think my balls are turning blue. I've sort of gotten used to the butt plug, it's very erotic and I get such a turn on wearing it at college, it's just that the device hurts like fuck when I get aroused.

I'm heading for the last class of the day when my phone buzzes. I see that it's master and he want's to see me. At last! My heart skips and I get excited. I also need relief big time, from the device and my balls. 

The bell rings and I head outside towards the gates. Suddenly I'm grabbed and pulled to one side. It's Shane and Joe, I had managed to evade them all week but it seems they have managed to catch up with me.

"Come with us you little faggot," Shane says pulling hard on my arm.

"Let me go!" I protest. I have to get to sir.

"Not until we have our fun," Joe says, sniggering.

They take me through a side entrance to the college, down two flights of stairs until we are in the basement among the heating boilers.

"We've found this great little spot, It's really quiet down here and no one hardly comes by," Shane says.

Shane grabs both my arms from behind, I try to break free but he's too strong for me. Joe fumbles with my trousers and he soon has both my trousers and boxers around my ankles.

"What the fuck?" Joe shouts, "What the hell is this?"

"What's wrong?" Shane asks looking over my shoulder.

Joe lifts it up to examine it then tries to pull it off.

"ARRRRGHHH! Don't, It won't come of!" I scream.

"He's got a lock on his cock," Joe says.

Shane keeps a grip on my arm as he comes round to see.

"Dude that's fucked up!" he says, "did you put this on to stop us?"

I try to tell them what happened but they just interrupt me.

"Where's the key man?" Shane asks rummaging through my pockets and bag.

"I don't have it," I try to explain.

"You little fuck!" Shane says and swipes me across the face with his fist. It brings tears to my eyes.

"Damn, I so wanted to see him shoot again," Joe says.

"Me too but that's not all we wanted from him," Shane says smiling.

"Very true, he's got one sweet ass" Joe replies, also smiling.

I'm worried now, the butt plug! Do they want to fuck me? No! I only ever want Sir inside me. I struggle but they pull me over to an old desk in the corner of the room and push me over it, I'm crying now. Joe lifts up my shirt.

"What the?" he says.

"What's that?" Shane asks.

I don't answer.

"Pull it out man," Shane says to Joe.

Joe tugs on the butt plug but there is no way I'm going to let them near my ass. I clench my ass with all the strength I can muster Joe pulls hard but the grip in my ass is strong.

"It's jammed in, it won't come out," he explains.

"Aw, fuck! I so wanted to screw that sweet ass," Shane says.

"There's still his mouth," Joe says.

They grab me back up and force me to my knees. I have a choice here, either I resist to which they will probably still get their way and will delay things or I give them the best blow job I can, get them off quick so I can get to my Master. I decide on the latter. Both the boys have dropped their pants and briefs and are standing there holding their semi boners in front of my face. I'm still sobbing but I don't wait, I immediately devour Joe's six inch cock, he lets out a surprised gasp. I put all that I had learned from Master to use opening my throat to his cock and using my tongue to massage the shaft. He's not as big as Master and as a result much easier to work. I grab Shane's cock with my other had and wank him off.

"Fuck man, this is awesome!" I hear Joe say, "he can really suck cock."

"Really?" I hear Shane ask.

I pull of Joe's cock and suck in Shane's five inch tool. My other hand wraps around Joe's cock and wanks him.

"Oh sweet jesus!" Shane shouts, "I'm going to cum."

What already? I only just started.

"What already?" Joe asks, obviously thinking the same as me.

Shane is on the edge of an orgasm as my sucking pulls him over. He blasts his cum into my mouth and I swallow it all. His knees buckle and he grabs the edge of the desk to steady himself. 

"Fuck man did you just cum in his mouth?" Joe asks.

Shane grunts a yes and I pull off and go straight back onto Joe my nose burying into his pubes. He starts to pant loudly.

"Urgh fuck! I'm cumming!" he announces.

His knees buckle and he has to put his hands on my head to catch his balance as his cock explodes down my gullet. I continue sucking as his body convulses. He pulls out and stands back panting looking at me. I'm panting too and also aware the excruciating pain in my crotch where my cock is trying to break free. They pull up and fasten their trousers and without warning Shane kicks me hard in the stomach.

"Fucking cocksucking faggot!" he shouts. "c'mon let's get out of here."

They run up the stairs and leave me lying on my side cradling my belly. The pain is fierce, I scream in agony, the tears streaming down my face. I lie there for ages nursing my stomach, my screams slowly getting quieter. After a while I manage to get up and redress. I hobble up the stairs and back out into the grounds. I'm sobbing uncontrollably but I have to get to the van. I get to the gate and see it's still there, I feel relieved. I climb in and into the back and put on the blindfold still holding my stomach. I'm not there long when I hear the drivers door open.

"You're late" Sir says sternly.

"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry S-S-Sir, I-I t-tried to g-g-get aw-w-way b-b-b-ut I c-c-couldn't," I sob.

"Are you crying?"

I just sob more.

"What happened?" his voice sounding concerned.

I explained what had happened in-between my sobs.

"I'm sorry Sir, I-I-I've l-l-let you d-d-down,"

"No you haven't, it wasn't your fault," he reassures me.

"But I enjoyed sucking their cocks."

"I'm not going to punish you for something you are natural at just because you enjoy it. That would be like punishing a dog for wagging his tail," he adds.

"Th-th-thank you Sir."

Master starts the van and we drive off. As we drive he asks me their names and I tell him wondering why he wants to know.

I have stopped crying by the time we reach his place and once in the cellar he tells me to strip, I do so without hesitation. He takes each item of clothing from me as I remove it. He removes the device and massages my cock to get some life back into it, he soon has me fully erect. I feel him put on the cuff and ankle restraints then lead me further in the cellar. He chains my arms to the ceiling then lifts my legs up and chains them at the same place, just like when he first fucked me. I was wondering if this is what's on his mind.

"I'm going to give you an enema," he says.

I know what enemas are though I've never had one before. I feel him tug and my butt plug and it comes out with a loud pop. He praises me for wearing at the time. I feel a smaller plug enter my ass and it stays there. Suddenly my bowls start to fill, it's warm and I feel it spread up my insides. I groan with the pleasant sensation. I now feel full but soon fullness turns to uncomfortable. He turns off the water and removes the plug.

"Hold it in boy don't let it out yet," he instructs me.

I clench with all my might but some is still leaking. I'm finding it extremely erotic and my cock is achingly hard. I hear him grab a bucket.

"Ok let it go."

I relax and it gushes out my ass, I can hear it filling the bucket. When I'm empty he disappears and comes back with I'm assuming an empty bucket. He does this to me twice more but on the third time he fills me up more and instead of uncomfortable it's painful. He removes the plug and tells me to hold it again, this time more leaks out as the pressure is immense in my bowls. Then he reinserts my other butt plug. I realise he intends to keep the water in my bowls and I wonder how long I can take the pressure in there. . Sir then unhooks my feet and lowers them down. As I stretch out my legs the pressure is too much on my prostrate. The culmination of days without cumming and the erotic sensation of having my bowels filled with water caused an orgasm sweep up on me unannounced.

"AAARRRRGHH! FUCK! SIIIIRRRR!" I scream as I blow a massive load.

The release is phenomenal as my cum fly's everywhere.

"I didn't give you permission to cum!" he shouts.

"I'm sorry sir, I couldn't help it, it just happened."

"Well I'm still going to have to punish you"

"No please don't Sir, I'm sorry It won't happen again," I beg.

But he's not listening. He chains my feet to the floor wide apart and I hear him take something from the wall. 

THWACK!

It catches me by surprise and I lurch my hips forward. The water in my guts squeezing my prostrate hard. My cock is still hard as a rock and bounces wildly.

"ARRRGHH! I'm sorry sir, please." 

"Count."

"One," I pant my ass stinging.

THWACK!

"NNNNNGHNMMPH! Oh god! Two."

THWACK!

"OWWW! Three. Sir, please I think I'm..."

THWACK!

"FUUUCCCK! SIR! I'M GOING TO....."

THWACK!

"CUUUMMM! ARRRRGGGHHH!"

Suddenly my cock erupts another huge load as the strap makes contact with my sore ass. I don't feel pain though, in fact it feels incredibly erotic.

"Christ boy, you're one little cum machine aren't you?" Sir says.

I suddenly realise I'm not crying. Normally when In pain I would cry like a little baby but this felt more like pleasure than pain.

"I can't very well punish you for cumming without permission if you're gonna cum while I'm giving you the punishment," he says, I swear it sounds like he's smiling.

He stands behind me his warm body touching my back, he's naked and his erect tool nestles in the crack of my ass. He puts his arms around me and nibbles my neck, I let out a long passionate groan. His hands gently rubs over my stomach and I hear him giggle.

"You look pregnant boy," he says in my ear.

Jesus! How much water did he put in me?

He moves away and releases my feet.

"Lift your legs up boy."

I do so.

"Now I'm going to take the butt plug out but I want you to hold it in. You are not allowed to let it out yet, understand?"

"Yes Sir."

He removes the plug and I clench tight, some water seeps out. I'm finding it difficult to hold my legs up and they start to lower.

He smacks my thigh, "Keep those legs up."

I pull my legs back up and some water escapes. His finger is at my hole now and stroking my tightly clenched muscle. His finger slips in and a little more escapes, I groan in protest as this is becoming unbearable. He is now finger fucking me and water is escaping each time he withdraws.

"Oh please sir, I can't hold it much longer," I beg.

"Ok let it go."

I relax my bowels and the relief is sweet, the water gushes out filling the bucket below me. He gets a towel and dries my ass, and I lower my legs.

I hang there exhausted as he disappears to empty the bucket. When he returns if feel his warm naked body press up to my front his arms wrap around me and he kisses me tenderly. I reciprocate returning the kiss with such a yearning inside me.

"You need some rest," he says.

He releases my arms and guides me. He then gets me on my knees and ties my arms behind my back.

"Ok crawl forward and keep your head down," he instructs me.

I do so and feel something soft under my knees, bedding.

"Lie down and get some rest," he says.

I go to lift my head up and it hits something hard.

"OW!"

It's metallic. I hear something else metallic clang behind me. I turn to the noise and my face brushes against the feel of cold steel. I'm in a cage! He's locked me in a cage! 

"Sir?" I'm confused.

"Just do as your told, lie down and get some rest," he orders.

I'm not about to argue so I lie down on the soft bedding wishing Master was in here with me.

I guess I must have dozed off as I wake to the sound of voices.

"Awww V, he's lovely." someone says, not Master.

"Yeah, I think so too," I hear master say. "Wake up boy we have some work to do."

I try to sit up but I struggle. The cage door opens and a strong hand helps me up and out. I stretch my body aching a little.

"Ooh V, his body is beautiful." the voice says.

I'm guessing V is my Master. I feel very apprehensive being stark naked in front of another complete stranger.

"May I?" the voice asks.

"Be my guest," sir replies.

I feel a hand stroke my chest, I flinch, I'm alarmed at the touch of the stranger.

"Sir please," I beg.

"It's ok boy, he's a good friend. He's come to help me out with your training."

The man's hand caresses my chest, stomach, butt and lastly my genitals. I feel my cock swell.

"His body is divine, and this cock, it's so big." the man says.

"Yeah and you wanna see him shoot too, check out the stains on the ceiling." sir says.

"No way! He shoots that far? I just have to see this."

"You will," sir replies.

My cock is at full mast now, the strange man gently stroking it. I'm then led to the centre of the room and made to get on my knees. I can feel my legs being chained to the floor. I feel a hand at the back of my head and I'm made to lean forward. My chest makes contact with what I can only think of as a short stool.

"Ok, we are going to teach you how to give head while being fucked," Sir explains,

My cock twitches hard and I'm getting turned on by the idea of having both my holes filled with cock. 

"Oh wow look at that sweet ass! Don't suppose you'd consider changing the rules and let me fuck him?" The stranger says.

"Sorry Albert, only my cock gets to go in that ass," Sir says. I feel good that my ass belongs to Master, I would let him fuck me anytime he wants. "But how would you like to start by reaming him out?" Sir suggests.

So his name is Albert and I notice that he addresses Master as V. I wonder what his name is? 

"Good trade off," Albert says.

I feel a pair of hands touch my ass and gently stroke my buttocks. I know this is Albert, his hands are rough compared to Sirs soft gentle touch. He fingers my hole and I groan expectantly. I'm now aware that Sir is in front of me and I feel his cock touch my lips. Automatically I open my mouth and devour his massive tool. Albert doesn't seem to waste any time and his tongue is now dancing in and around my hole and I'm loving it. Albert is eating me as though he has a real hunger, his tongue penetrating deep in my hole, his hands vigorously wanking my cock. Sir's cock is sliding deep into my throat, my nose burying into his hot musty crotch. I drink in his aroma each time Sir thrusts deep down my gullet. I suddenly realise that Albert is wanking me a little to quickly and I feel an orgasm building in my groin. I try to speak but Sir's cock is preventing me, so I groan sounding urgent. Sir realises.

"Ease up there Albert, I don't want him to cum yet," Sir says.

Albert pulls away, "Sorry V, got carried away there a bit."

Albert leaves my cock alone and continues to lick out my hole. Sir is groaning heavily now as I greedily feed on his manliness.

"I'm ready to trade now if you are?" I hear Sir say.

Albert stops, "Sure, my cock is bursting now," he says.

Sir pulls out from my mouth and I suck hard reluctant to let him go. Soon I feel Sir's cock seeking entrance to my hole and Albert's dick rubbing against my lips. I open and swallow, Albert isn't as big as Sir but it still slides a good way down my throat. 

"Oh Wow V! You taught him real good," Albert says.

"He's a born natural," Sir replies, "He didn't need much coaching at all."

"God you're one lucky bastard," Albert adds.

Sir applies some lube to my ass, working it in with his fingers, deep, stretching me, getting me ready for that huge cock. I groan with delight, I love it when Sir plays with my hole. Sir is now pushing his the head of his cock into my ring, I relax and it slips in effortlessly. The pain hits me again, I still haven't got used to that initial penetration but I know it will subside. I'm sure Sir can sense it as he pauses and only begins to move when the pain has passed. He slowly slips his cock in my ass, deeper and deeper. I feel so full, his pure maleness filling me. He starts fucking me in long hard strokes, I yelp each time he rams deep in me. 

"God V, it's really fucking hot seeing your cock slide in his sweet ass," Albert says.

He's fucking me harder now and I'm struggling to keep my breath while sucking Albert's cock, it's like his cock is hitting my lungs and knocking out the breath. I soon learn to take deeper breaths and regulate them to the rhythm of Albert's cock.

"Damn V, I think he's totally got the hang of this. You're right he is a natural," Albert says.

I'm in heaven now, completely lost in lust. I feel Alberts cock stiffen and he rams hard in my throat.

"Arrghh! I'm cumming!" He announces.

His cock pulses and I feel his cum fill my mouth, I swallow hungrily. 

"Oh wow!" he says pulling out, "that's the best fucking blow job I have ever had!"

"I knew you'd like it," Sir replies.

I'm groaning loudly now, each thrust pushing the air from my lungs causing me to grunt and yelp. I need him deep I want him completely inside me and I don't realise I'm encouraging him.

"Oh yes Sir, Urrgh!, fuck me, Ugghh!, fuck my boy ass. Grunt! I love your cock up my tight ass!"

"Proper little slut too," Albert laughs as he strokes my hair and back.

"Yes Sir fuck your, Urrggghh! slave boy slut hard," I hear myself saying picking up on what Albert said.

I can't believe I'm talking like this but Sir seems to really love it.

"Oh yes you little slut, you love my big cock up your boy cunt don't you?" he says.

"Yes Sir! Urrgh! I love your big Urrrrgh! Cock up my boy cunt!" 

I feel animalistic and I'm grunting and groaning louder than I ever had before. I feel an orgasm building.

"Urrgh! Sir! I'm going to cum! Grunt! Please may I cum?" I beg.

Sir grabs my shoulders and pulls me up and wraps his strong arms around my waist.

"Yes boy, shoot that boy cum," he says in my ear.

I let out an almighty high pitched groan and my cock explodes.

"Ohhhhh Yeeeaaaah!" I hear Albert shout.

Sir's legs are now shaking and he grunts loudly in my ear and blasts his cum deep in my bowels. He whips my head round and kisses me deeply and passionately.

"Jesus V, look," I hear Albert say.

Sir stops kissing me and starts to laugh.

"I'm covered in his cum! I'm drenched! You wasn't fucking kidding," Albert adds.

I start to laugh too trying to imagine what they are seeing, I wish I didn't have this blindfold on.

"Look I need to clean him up before I run him home why don't we all jump in the shower together." Sir suggest.

"Lead the way," Albert says.

Damn that must be one big shower.

In the shower Albert and Sir are lathering me and I'm enjoying the sensation of four hands exploring my body and of course without fail I pop another boner.




The New Slave Ch. 03



It was obvious to the doctor that the slave’s balls were his main arousal point. By manipulating the huge orbs, it dictated how much could be extracted from him. She had proven that with just manipulating the tubes inside him, to produce a huge amount of sperm. Working his cock and balls together would produce even more out of him. By concentrating on his balls, Lorin had manipulated the slave into another monstrous erection. It was unbelievable how huge he was considering that his foreskin was really swollen from Lorin’s roughness. The shaft had been thick to begin with, as well as the foreskin and head, but being swollen made him look unbelievable. Naturally, his length had not increased, his 8 inches being plenty of length for almost any woman. 

The doctor told Rachel to clean all of him using the sprayer and pointing to the multi control spray head attachment at the end of the exam table. Using this she would be able to direct a straight stream or a gentle stream, depending on what effect she wanted. The doctor turned on the water and felt the spray, allowing the water to get hotter and hotter. She knew the effect the hot water would have on the already aroused slave. Rachel moved around the restrained slave, directing the water to his body, washing away the last remaining globs of Lorin’s sex play with him. 

As the creamy globs washed down the drain, the doctor instructed Rachel to turn the water to his genitals to see if they would warm up. Laughing, Rachel pointed the water spray at his semi flaccid cock and held it there. Watching as the water pulsed against his already tender skin, the doctor turned the water temperature up even hotter. She smiled as the slave’s body jerked away from the hot water. Within minutes the water would have a definite effect on an already tired cock. 

The doctor allowed Rachel to continue the spray for a few minutes, then told her to move the spray to his sack. By now, the hot water had caused his sack to soften greatly, both balls being more than obvious inside the thin-skinned sack. He winced as the hard spray worked against his reddening skin. As his cock began its slow rise from his stomach, the doctor had Rachel change the spray setting to a harder pulse spray. Now, with the water more than hot and literally beating his balls, his cock sprang up tightly. The doctor knew that the hot water and pulse stimulation would make him ready to go again, he couldn’t help but want more.

His cock was rock hard; the head flared wide and pushed out from the foreskin. Even in all of the water spray, the clear pre-cum was obvious as it dribbled from the gaping mouth and onto the smooth skinned head. The water, stimulating them into spasms, was literally pummeling his balls. The more they spasmed the more his balls wanted to cooperate by opening up. It was a simple trick that the doctor had learned years before. Heat could do wonders on the male organs. And these were responding very nicely. 

Caren watched closely as Rachel continued her water beating on his ball sack. His thighs were tensed; his stomach taut, his cock looking like the skin would split at any minute. But what the doctor was waiting for was the tell tale signs of an approaching orgasm. She more than wanted to know how much was in him, but didn’t want to waste any of his sexual energy. She knew that the water being sprayed at him was a very erotic pain, but judging by his cock, he wasn’t having any problem with it. She was watching for the pumping motion in his hips and listening closely to his breathing. He wasn’t at that stage yet, but was quickly approaching it. He was moaning, but not panting. 

The doctor had noticed that as his first orgasm approached, he had been panting heavily. Prior to his second orgasm, he had begun to pant only moments before Lorin unloaded him so skillfully. Now, she would have to be careful, fearing that he might not even begin to pant, but only start spurting as the first indication of his orgasm. The doctor knew from past experience with her male slaves, that this arousal would only prepare the slave to pump harder. Having cum twice, he would surely cum again, but what she wanted was a building process, where his balls were forced to churn out more and more milk. Besides, as fun as this was, the purpose was to extract as much milk from the male slave as possible. 

Quickly, the doctor told Rachel to stop. She didn’t want to just pump out another load onto his belly. She knew that he could do that. She wanted to play with him more, leading up to milking him dry. Surprised, Rachel turned the water spray away, almost disappointly. The hot water ball pummeling had the desired effect. The slave was laying on the table, shaking, his breath coming in quick pants, his stomach taut, his chest heaving. His balls were sucked up tight against his body, indicating that he was very close to orgasm. His cock was the definite give away. It was rock hard and straining, throbbing hard enough that it appeared to be twitching in unison with his heartbeat. The dorsal vein on his cock was literally pulsing as the muscles in his balls pumped hard, almost to the point of spewing out another gush of his male fluid. Pre-cum was flowing out of the mouth and his entire cock and balls were a dark dark red from the hot water and from his enhanced arousal level. The doctor knew that another few seconds and he would have been spent. 

As all three of them stood staring at the obvious twitching of the slave’s cock. Lorin reached out, her hand open to grasp the shaft for another round of play. The doctor quickly stopped her, warning her that he was about to dump another load. They all stood and watched as his breathing slowly returned to somewhat normal and his cock seemed to deflate a little. He was still prepped for sex but the doctor wanted him to drop several levels of arousal before starting on him again. By the time she was through with him, he’d be begging for a chance to release his own milk, by his own hand if necessary. That was what she wanted ….. his arousal. His heightened state of arousal would force his reproductive organs to create more and more produce. 

As the slave’s arousal began to lessen his cock finally began to soften. His balls began to bulge outward again soft and thick indicating that he was relaxing. His skin tone began to loose the hot red appearance as soon as the hot water was turned off. Each of them knew that it wouldn’t take much to start him up again. The doctor told Rachel to dry him off and clean up the exam table. 

Even with Rachel patting the slave dry, his cock was fattening quickly as he watched her working on him. She was careful not to spend too much time on his genitals. Lorin was exhausted, something rarely seen in her. Normally she could have multiple orgasms, rest for a short time, and then start all over again. Caren had actually seen her use a slave to the point that he was unconscious from all of her demanding sex, keeping him hard for hours while enjoying herself. But on this occasion, Lorin just slumped in a chair resting. Obviously this slave had somehow affected her. 

The doctor watched as Rachel finished cleaning up the exam area, careful not to miss any splatters or drops from the slave. He had been spurting wildly and his cream was everywhere, but now there was no evidence that anything had ever occurred. Caren couldn’t help but feel an excess of her own lubrication as it seeped from her puffy lips onto her upper thighs. She hated it when a slave had this effect on her, but this normally happened when she examined a new slave. It was probably just the excitement of a new slave, but this one was different. She had never seen anything as big as this slave’s balls. And so far they had proved to be exceptional in production. She had never even heard of a male putting out so much milk at one time, let alone two attempts at milking. Feeling a fire building deep inside her she knew that she was about to find out a lot more from the slave. 

Checking the exam room, Caren told the two girls to again inspect the restraints, making sure that he was secure one last time. Both Rachel and Lorin did so, carefully inspecting each ankle and wrist restraint. He was now locked into place for the doctor’s personal exam. Both of them knew that the doctor’s exam would be extensive and as always, private. The doctor liked the time alone with each new slave, doing her own exam and inspection, getting a chance to know the slave, both physically and emotionally. She would be able to tell quickly whether a slave was going to be a problem or not. Any male slave could be hooked to a milking machine with maximum drainage, producing gallons of the male cream. But the quality and quantity dictated how good the slave would be. This time wouldn’t be any different. 

Over the years, Lorin had come to know what the doctor looked for in her slaves. She suspected that this slave was going to be something special to the doctor. He had more of the attributes that the doctor sought than any slave she had seen before. First and foremost, the doctor sought heavy producing male slaves. Normally this was not something that the doctor could see upon inspection. Usually the first time a new slave was forced to cum, it was pretty well indicated what to expect in him, in regards to amount. 

Then there was the matter of quality of product. Again, this was not something that could be seen, but would have to be tested. Both of these were categories that had been proven already, in this new slave. At the auction, the electrical stimulus had immediately produced a sizable quantity of sperm, and that was without any sexual stimulation, from a completely sedated slave. And upon testing his milk it proved to be high quality, rich in proteins and motile sperm. 

Then there was the slave’s overall appearance. Lorin knew that the doctor liked larger males, especially thick ones. This one was more than thick, heavily muscled in all the right spots. Then there were the balls. This slave had balls that couldn’t be compared to. Lorin had never seen anything of this size and shape. They were massive and also muscled, probably from being forced to pump on a continuous basis. This slave was somewhat older than the ‘young studs’ that the doctor normally bought, but he was handsome. His personality and demeanor were yet to be seen, but the doctor would soon find this out also. 

After Lorin and Rachel finished checking the slave’s restraints they both looked around, making sure that the room was ready for the doctor. It might be awhile before they were allowed entry. The doctor did a quick inspection of the room and announced that all was ready, that they could leave. Lorin immediately knew that the doctor was more than mildly interested in this new slave. Both she and the slave could hardly keep their eyes off of each other. Normally, the doctor would allow the slave to rest for at least a couple of hours before her exam, but not in this case. The doctor was going to start her exam right then. 

Smiling, Caren walked to the exam room door, opening it and holding it for the two ladies to leave. Lorin just smiled at her and whispered, “Have fun.”

As they left the room, Caren told her, “I am sure that I will”. As both ladies left, Caren shut the door and locked it. It was a known rule at the lab, that when the doctor was locked in, that meant absolutely no disturbing her. She paused for a moment, then turned and walked across the room. Smiling, she looked up and was surprised to see that the slave was watching her, and smiling also.



The New Slave Ch. 04



Chapter 4: A More Personal Examination

Dr Sherry stood at the door for a moment, hearing the footsteps of Lorin and the security officer fading away as they left. The doctor knew that she wouldn't be seeing either one for a while, both of them being somewhat spent, especially Lorin. The doctor needed her private time and this was one of those times. The slave just lay on the exam table, watching her. He was still fully restrained, his arms stretched back over his head, his legs spread wide. She imagined that he was probably becoming more than uncomfortable, having gone through so much body twisting and jerking. She watched the slave closely as she stood at the door, both of them sizing up the other one. 

"What is your name, slave?" She quietly asked him. He didn't respond but only stared at her. "I know that you can talk, your vocal abilities were more than apparent in your panting and moaning, only a short time ago." He remained motionless, his cock lying heavily across his pelvis like a large snake. She thought that he looked scared. "You don't have to have a name to be purchased, but you do have to have a name to remain here." He only blinked. If you want to be difficult, I have ways to handle that," she said, her left hand slowly running down his chest to his pubic hair. Barely touching him, she let her fingers play across the shortly trimmed pubic mound. Glancing down she could see that this affected him, his cock beginning to swell. Her fingers played in the short hair for a moment, then crept to the base of the fleshy thing, gently wrapping around it. Even holding it softly, she could feel his heartbeat through the fattening length. Even soft, his heart was pounding. It began to swell even more. Within a few moments, she was holding a thick hard cock.

She stood up from the table, but continued the gentle rubbing of his cock; slowly pulling the foreskin down and then pulling it back up over the large head. "Why won't you tell me your name?" She asked. There was still no response as the slave continued his deep fixed stare into her eyes. She was now almost certain that his face appeared fearful. She wondered if he was a very well trained slave, or showing his defiance. If he was well trained, he would not respond to anything, unless given permission to speak. If this were the case, she would know in very short time. But until then, she would be able to have a lot of fun with him. And besides, this would be an opportune time to show the slave who was the owner and who was the property. The first day was always an excellent start in teaching a new slave his proper place. 

She continued to stare into his eyes, continuing to softly rub the hard cock. "Ok slave, have it your way. I will feel very bad, having to punish such a nice cock and balls." With that she stopped rubbing as her fingers snaked down between his ball sack and his thigh. Gripping the soft skin of the sack, she sighed, "What a pity, it is a beautiful cock and your balls are unbelievable." She then let go of him and walked casually over to a wall cabinet. From the cabinet she removed a surgical tray, complete with forceps, scissors, surgical scalpels and suturing threads. She placed the implements on a rolling cart and moved them over close to the exam table, where the slave could easily see them. His eyes grew wide as he saw the tray and the gleaming sterile instruments. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me your name?" She asked again. This time she watched as his eyes began to tear up. The fear was now obvious on his face. 

Stepping up to his left side she began to unbutton the cuffs of her blouse. Her nipples were still obviously hard and erect, but his cock was not. It lay in a pile on his lower abdomen, soft and still leaking pre-cum. He was obviously scared but still would not respond to her. Caren stood at his side, unbuttoning her blouse. As she removed it she casually remarked, "This can get so messy, I don't want to ruin a new blouse." The slave looked horrified as she tossed the blouse to a nearby chair. Her breasts were beautiful, fully tanned, her nipples hard, each surrounded by a very large dark brown areola. She just stood there bare breasted, staring into his eyes. Even though scared he couldn't take his eyes from her breasts. Her nipples were large and stood out, begging for attention. Darkly tanned, her skin was still soft and radiant. She watched him for a moment, seeing that his gaze was completely on her endowment. She then looked down at his crotch to see that his cock was thickening. His own sexuality was betraying him. As scared as he was, his cock was responding quickly to her visual stimulus. 

She reached down and ran a fingernail up and down the length of the soft underside of his cock. It twitched several times as she pressed the fingernail into him. She then leaned in close to his face, staring into his eyes, "What is your name, slave?" He looked away from her. "Ok, then I should get started on you." She stepped back away from him and turned to the surgical tray. She examined the sterile instruments for a moment then chose a long gleaming scalpel. Turning to him she held the scalpel in front of him, giving him a good look at its edge. His eyes were glued to it and the fright was more than obvious in his face. Holding the surgical implement in her right hand, she reached down and gently wrapped her fingers around the now softened cock. 

Again she started her gentle rubbing, making sure to pull the thick foreskin up over the head, then all the way back down to his pubic bone. Gently tugging at the soft cock it didn't take but a few moments till she could feel him swelling in her hand. She continued the manual stimulus till he was rock hard and his hips began to move with her hand. By now he was staring at the scalpel in her free hand as his breathing came in erratic pants. She smiled at him then leaned over quickly and sucked the head into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the tender head, she could feel it flare wide as he began to approach orgasm. Sensing that he was nearing orgasm, she quickly pulled her warm mouth from the quivering cock and jerked the foreskin down hard, exposing the flared head. She again looked at him and demanded, "Tell me your name slave!" There was only silence from him as a single tear trailed down his cheek. By this point, Caren felt positive that he was well trained, sure that he would speak only if given permission. Knowing that she wouldn't hurt him, she decided to continue her fun with him. 

With his cock rising hard above his stomach, she moved closer to his genitals and looked closely. "You have been modified, haven't you?" she asked quietly. "I have never seen balls as large as these, except for ones that have been modified. But you are functional and that is unusual. We cleaned up plenty of your mess, proving that you function very well." Tightly gripping the cock head she pulled on it, stretching it upward flat against his lower stomach, toward his upper body. Doing this pulled on the ball sac, forcing it more into her view. "I don't see any indications of surgery, or even any scarring. To pump out like you do, would have to mean you have been modified. And if you were an entertainment slave, it's highly likely that your previous owner would have wanted you to look more virile, especially with huge balls. I also don't see any indication of surgery or scarring on your cock, which doesn't make sense, especially with how limber it is. Surely your pubic ligament has been cut, giving you some extra length and the limberness." 

She continued to examine his cock and balls closely, probing and feeling him. "I am a practicing doctor, but it is possible that they have developed some techniques or new implants that I'm not aware of." Caren then moved her hand holding the scalpel closer to the area of his pubic ligament. "I will probably have to go pretty deep to find any modification", she said without looking up. She placed the edge of the scalpel at the base of his cock on the upper side. "The pubic ligament is just under the skin, so I won't have to cut too much to see, but I suspect that it has either been cut or has been stretched out significantly." He was still hard, but she could feel him softening as she spoke. "What a pity, you do have a beautiful cock. I will try to be as careful as I can, to avoid doing any damage to those monster balls of yours." She reached down between his legs and hefted up the huge sack. Both balls rolled around inside the soft pouch as she moved her fingers around, forcing the two muscled orbs to the bottom of the sack. Squeezing the neck of the sac and pulling downward, the two balls couldn't be any more vulnerable. They were pressed tight against the bottom of the sack, totally exposed. The doctor could almost make out the muscles of each one. 

His cock was quickly deflating the more she pulled them downward, as if preparing to cut into him. His cock was still very thick and lay softly on his lower abdomen. A steady stream of pre-cum leaked from the gaping mouth, leaving a small pool of the clear fluid on his stomach. The doctor could actually hear him whimpering. Caren was starting to feel sorry for him as he was now crying softly. She was now sure that he was very well trained. All that she needed to do was give him permission to speak. She glanced back at his face, her hand still holding a tight grip around the top of his sack, "Tell me your name slave, for the last time." His entire body was tensed, tears streaming down the sides of his face into his hair. Still he did not answer. Letting go of his balls, she moved up closer to his face. Leaning in close to him, she told him, "look at me, and open your eyes!" He blinked away the tears and slowly opened his eyes. Even the sight of her bared breasts only inches from his face had no effect on him. 

She smiled at him, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You have my permission to speak." 

There was a loud sigh from the slave as he immediately responded, "Ross." 

Caren leaned back away from him, smiling broadly at him. "See, that wasn't so hard was it? You have been trained haven't you, Ross?" She quickly asked. Blinking away the tears, he shook his head yes. 

"Anything as big as this would have to be trained," she said laughing as she reached down and patted the huge sack. He barely smiled at her comment, still recovering from his emotional ordeal. Her hand softly patted the two balls, and then slowly slid upward across the thick cock. Immediately she could feel him starting to swell. Obviously he was starting to feel better. "What type of slave were you?" 

He told her that he was an entertainment slave but had also been used in reproductive clinics. 

"I'm not surprised at that, being that you seem to have an over abundance of sperm, and very high quality at that," she said. "Have you ever been tested for your sperm?" she wanted to know. 

He told her how he had been milked several times, but did not know the results of the tests. The tests must have been promising as he told her how he was drained on several occasions just for his sperm. Doctors at clinics, under sterile conditions, had done all of the procedures. He could only surmise that his sperm was being used for medical or reproductive purposes. Being an entertainment slave made him available to a lot of women, some of them being connected to the medical field. It was easy to figure that they had seen his attributes and had taken advantage of them. Having balls of his size would be information that would have spread among certain circles. His ability to cum huge amounts would definitely serve a medical/reproductive purpose, and his ability to cum multiple times, not to mention his cock size would guarantee him service in the entertainment industry. He would definitely be in demand by several different types of women. 

Now that he was completely relaxed, the doctor continued questioning him about his background. Her hand continued to gently play with his cock, occasionally switching to gently probe and prod his ball sack. This was attention that he was more than use to, in his past work. Entertainment slaves are used more than frequently, often with very little rest between customers. In some cases this works well, causing the slave to be almost numb and able to last longer. In other cases it would result in slaves being punished for not being able to achieve an erection. Normally it would depend on the popularity of each individual slave.

Caren continued to question him, "Where are you from?" 

Quickly recovering from his emotional ordeal, Ross was more than happy to answer any of her questions, "I was originally from Dallas Texas, where I was a cop up until the time of the women's rights laws." Surprised, Caren watched him closely. Being a former cop could prove to be a problem, depending on his background and training. Immediately she began to wonder about her security personnel being able to handle him. He explained to her that he had been a detective for years, working in robbery and homicide divisions. He went on to say that he was taken into slavery, almost immediately upon the change of the new women's laws. This part really surprised the doctor. She wanted to know why he had been taken so quickly. 

"It's one of those things where your past comes back to haunt you," he said dryly. "I was never a womanizer or anything like that, but I did date. I was a nice guy, not a hustler or a horny bastard type, just your average guy. With one exception that I happen to have a large cock and balls." He went on, "I only dated three women that were in the Department, one a detective and the other two were uniform patrol officers." When he hesitated, the doctor quickly told him to continue. "This was over a period of a couple of years. I never dated more than one at a time. Each of the three was more than impressed with my size and admitted it, coming over to my apartment often to play. They openly admitted that they really liked the sex. There was never any love or real dating to it, just them showing up when they were in the mood. Naturally I didn't mind. But when the laws changed, so did everything else, and quickly too. No one had any idea of what direction our society was headed, especially me. I actually showed up at work, thinking that nothing had really changed. Boy was I wrong." 

Caren could actually discern sadness in his expression, as he remembered the bad times. She wanted to know more. The more she heard, the more there were clues to her, as to how she would handle this new slave. So far she was more than interested in him sexually, but the more he talked the more she was beginning to like him as a person. 

He continued, saying that he had felt safe even with the new laws. It was a different day and age and he thought that it was finally the female's turn. Little did he know just how much of a turn they would take? Even Caren remembered the early days, just after the laws had been passed. But the new slave took it to a new dimension, telling it from his point of view. He said that it was only about a week after the new laws when there was a knock at his door. Opening it, he was confronted by two of his fellow officers, the two female patrol officers that he had dated. As always, they were armed, but this time they were pointing their guns at him. They immediately brought in three more women who immediately stripped him and examined him. Handcuffed and nude, he was told to perform for them. Humiliated and outraged, he did what he was told and with quite a bit of effort was able to produce a somewhat normal orgasm from a semi hard cock while they all watched. It was nothing special but seemed to excite them to a large degree. He later found out that the two girls that he had dated talked quite freely about him and his endowment. Because of this, there were quite a few women that wanted to take advantage of him. 

As he sat there, covered in his own goo, the three strangers took turns playing with him, getting him hard then letting him go soft, taking great joy in his frustration. They would then repeat the process over and over. One even asked him how it felt, being on the other side of the coin. When they finally got tired of playing with a very raw and tender cock, one of them took a vibrator and forced another orgasm from him. They discovered that by roughly vibrating his balls and jacking him off, they could produce a large amount of cum from him even if he wasn't aroused. The sight of his forced cumming seemed to excite them, making them want to play with him even more. At this point, he decided that he had had enough and openly defied them. Without ever knowing where it came from, he felt a blinding sensation just before lapsing into unconsciousness. For the next several hours, he would pass in and out of consciousness, only to awake and find a nude female straddling him, using his cock as her own personal dildo. The pain in his raw cock was almost unbearable, but the sensation of his battered and empty balls trying to pump out the cream that just wasn't there, was more than he could stand. When he finally awoke the next day, he was tied nude to his own bed, his cock and balls swollen hugely from all of the abuse.

Ross went on to tell Caren how one of the unknown women would gently rub salves and ointment into the super swollen cock and balls trying to reduce the swelling. It was obvious that they wanted more use out of it. But it was apparent to him that the one woman was enjoying her roll playing, making sure to get him hard as a rock and to the point of orgasm before suddenly stopping all of her manipulations. Then as the salve took its effect, numbing him, she would play with it for longer periods of time. About the time she tired of the swollen plaything, another female would show up and start the entire process all over again. During the next week of this treatment, he was never allowed to leave the bed, forced to use the bathroom right there at the bed. Slowly but surely, his cock and balls healed to the point of appearing back to their normal size. Then there was a solid stream of different women that came in, one by one and sometimes in pairs; they would use him over and over. In what seemed to be an endless time, his cock and balls became use to the torment and he found that he could perform under any conditions that were presented to him. 

The women were more than enjoying his cock, and a lot of them just enjoyed watching him make it spurt. After the first few days, he didn't see the two women that he worked with, just an endless array of unknown women. He later found out that several of them were wealthy doctors that had seen or heard about the first night and his ability to continue his large ejaculations. After being held captive in his own home for over two weeks, he was taken by 4 of the women. They took him nude and handcuffed and restrained him in a vehicle. After most of a day of travel, he was taken into a very large ranch type of home. Even the ride to his new home was marked by a sexual ordeal. At one point while traveling, the girl that was driving began to complain that she hadn't had a turn. Stopping the truck, a passenger took over the driving while the original driver climbed into the back seat and began torturing his cock and balls. She seemed to have more than a fascination with his balls as she tortured them by squeezing and slapping them. She was able to force a huge amount of sperm from him, without his ever actually feeling an orgasm. While slapping his balls with one hand, she squeezed his cock foreskin back hard, somehow making him shoot huge amounts of sperm. But he never felt an orgasm, just a steady flow of while milk spurting from a quivering cock. She seemed to enjoy herself immensely as she played with him and alternately played with herself. He found that the closer to orgasm she got, the harder she worked his cock and balls. It became more than painful for him, when she started to work her way toward her second orgasm. By the time they reached the new home, his balls were freakishly huge and aching. 




The New Slave Ch. 04



Vanessa was grumpy. She could find no reason for it except that her Master was away and wasn't expected back for a few more days. Bored and restless she prowled her rooms trying to find something to amuse herself with. Her five inch heels clicked across the wooden floor as she spied the chest in the corner. It held items of clothing she had been collecting for Billy to wear when she wanted him dressed up.

Even though she adhered to a strict policy of always being dressed in sexy and revealing outfits Billy still preferred to either be naked or to wear just a pair of loose fitting jeans. Not that she really minded, it made the times she dressed him up more sexually thrilling.

Crouching in front of the chest she flipped the lid up, an idea to end her boredom filling her mind. She selected several items and after making some preparations in her apartment, headed for the stairs to his room.

Billy lay across his bed on his stomach, the sun through the open window caressing his bare behind. He was reading a novel when he heard Vanessa's heels clicking down the hallway to his room. Looking up his cock twitched as it almost always did when he saw her. She was wearing a lacy pale pink blouse, barely covering her lush breasts with only a tiny button holding the fabric together, an ultra-short hot pink mini skirt with white fishnet stockings held up by a pale blue garter belt and hot pink five inch heels.

Her hips swayed and her breasts bounced as she made her way toward him. However, it was the look in her eyes that caused him a bit of worry. He knew he was in for an adventure whenever she came to him with a bundle of clothes and a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Good afternoon, Billy. Enjoying the sun?" she purred, depositing the clothing on the bed.

"Yes, Mistress, I am," he replied, his eyes caressing her scantily clad body.

"Put these on and come to my rooms," she instructed before walking away.

Billy didn't move, his eyes glued to her ass as she walked away. He loved the way her skirts were cut in such a way that they gave just a glimpse of her perfect behind when she walked. When she was out of view, he finally rose and staring down at his hard cock, he thought it best to not masturbate, she obviously had plans for him.

Turning his attention to the clothes, he bit back a groan as he sorted through them. "Why does she love doing this to me?" he wondered aloud as he held up the mesh stockings and boots.

Fifteen minutes later he knelt before her door and knocked. She called out that he should enter and he crawled inside. Fast paced techno music was playing and she was reclining on the couch, leaning back into the corner, her legs crossed.

"Stand up, let me see you," she ordered.

He stood and her gaze roamed over him, a smile curling her lips. Yes, she had chosen well, she thought. Along with the dark purple fishnet thigh high stockings he was wearing matching purple knee high boots with a four inch wedge heel, a black leather thong, dark red leather elbow length arm bands and, of course, his slave collar. What really pleased her was that he had thought to add a ring of dark purple liner around his eyes, making the green of them even more vibrant.

"Very nice," she murmured, her smile widening. "Back on your knees and come over here," she ordered.

He dropped to his hands and knees and submissively lowering his eyes, he crawled to her feet. Rising to his knees, he spread his thighs, awaiting her next command. He smelt rather than saw her uncross her legs, the scent of her arousal hitting his nostrils. Glancing up he saw her exposed pussy, glistening wet, the lips pink and puffy with excitement.

"Eat me," she demanded, her voice husky with desire.

Eagerly, he leant forward, his hands gripping her thighs as he lowered his face to her pussy. His tongue slid between the lips, parting them and tasting her.

Vanessa moaned and tipped her head back, sinking down into the erotic stimulation of her slave's mouth. "Oh yes, Slave, make me cum," she purred.

Billy smiled, knowing exactly how to do just that. Latching onto her clit, he sucked and nibbled, flicked it with his tongue, delighting in her increasingly louder cries of pleasure. He repeatedly drew back when she was close and teased her, plunging his tongue into her hole and sucking on her lips before returning to her pleasure center. Finally she could take it no more and clenching her fingers in his hair, held him to her, not letting him move. Her climax was shattering, causing her to almost convulse on the couch as her juices smeared across Billy's face.

Finally, she released him, her breath coming fast, her luscious breasts heaving as she floated down from the heights of her orgasm. "Such a good slave," she whispered, her head still tipped back, her eyes closed as Billy gently lapped at her pussy, sucking up her juices.

Finally, she pushed him away and she rose from the couch. "Come," she said and walked into an adjoining room.

Billy was unfamiliar with the layout of her rooms, having only been in them once before and was surprised by the one now entered. Still on his hands and knees, he gazed around at what was obviously and adult-oriented play room. In the middle of the room was an odd table. It was very high with lockable wheels.

Vanessa stood next to it, her head level with the table top. There was a line drawn on the floor and she instructed that he stand with his toes on the line, his legs spread wide. "Lean forward and grip the edge of the table," she said, moving around to the back of it. Slowly, she eased it away from him causing him to bend forward. His arms were stretched out and his high wedge heels were coming off the floor when she stopped and locked the wheels.

Billy was thoroughly off balance, knowing that if he let go of the table edge he would fall flat on his face. He groaned inwardly as Vanessa knelt beneath him, hooking her fingers into the waist band of his thong and pulling it down to the tops of his thighs before wrapping his balls tightly with thin straps of leather. Just behind the head of his cock she wrapped another thin strip of leather to which was attached a small weight and to that a bell. She patted his bobbing cock causing the bell to ring and rose, moving around behind him.

Out of his sight, she chose a holster from the wall and a selection of dildos and paddles that she hung from hooks on the holster. Shedding her skirt she fastened it around her hips and pushing a box between Billy's spread thighs, she climbed atop it, her hips level with his ass.

Smoothing her hand over his firm cheeks, she gazed down at him, his muscled legs clad in the provocative mesh and high heeled boots, the leather thong stretched between his thighs, his large cock hard and straining in front of him. Yes, she had chosen well at the auction.

Vanessa chuckled at her slave's loud gasp as she squirted some lube onto his asshole. Teasing him, she slipped a slim dildo into his ass, pumping it a few times before leaving it inside him. Selecting a paddle from her holster, she again smoothed her hand across his soft ivory flesh. With delight, she noted Billy's accelerated breathing, not knowing what was coming, what she was going to do to him.

Raising her arm, she brought the paddle down on his ass, the smack mingling with Billy's small cry. The bell hanging from his cock jingled as he jerked slightly forward. Again and again she spanked him, turning his ass red. Abruptly she stopped and pulled the dildo from him. Selecting a much larger one from her holster, she lubed it and without warning shoved it in his ass. Flinging his head back, he cried out at the penetration.

"Do you like it?" she sneered at him.

"Yes Mistress," he dutifully gasped.

"That's only the tip of it. Do you want the rest?" she taunted.

"Yes Mistress," he repeated, gritting his teeth, preparing for the exquisite pain of the remaining penetration.

With a smile, she twisted the dildo, pushing it in deeper, pulling back and pushing in further, fucking his ass with it until it was in to the hilt, all the while, the jingling of the bell on his cock floated through the air. Billy was gasping for breath, relishing the mingling pleasure and pain of the large toy deep inside him.

Selecting another paddle, this one with a heavily pebbled surface, she resumed her punishment of his ass cheeks. Her slave again cried out loudly as she brought the rough surface down on his already reddened cheeks. Mercilessly she paddled him, stopping occasionally to fuck his ass with the dildo. The little bell rang loudly, signaling that the matching weight was pulling on Billy's cock.

Finally she stopped, her fingers sharply pinching his sore flesh. Smiling wickedly, she wondered how far she should go. In his current position he was utterly helpless, so completely off-balance that if he let go of the table or attempted to move his feet, he would fall to the floor. Not to mention that he was now trained enough that he would obediently endure whatever torment she chose to dish out.

Roughly pulling the dildo from his ass, she selected the largest from her holster and fitted it into the slot at her crotch. Lubing it up, she slapped Billy's sore ass a few times before shoving the head of her big strap-on into his slightly gaping hole. His loud cry mingled with the driving techno that was still playing and matching it's relentless beat, she began to fuck his ass, her hips slapping against his sore cheeks. She made sure they stayed that way by occasionally spanking him as she pummeled his hole.

Billy hung his head as Vanessa fucked him staring down at the toys hanging from his cock. The weight tugging on his dick was a new torment and the tinkling bell was almost obscene in it's cheerfully innocent sound. He knew she liked to hear him, so didn't even try to hold back his cries of pleasure and of pain. His balls were aching, his desire to cum excruciating as the punishment continued.

"Are you my slut?" she asked, her own breath becoming labored as she plowed into him.

"Yes, Mistress. I'm you slut," he responded.

"Are you my whore?"

"Yes, Mistress, I'm your whore," he grunted.

"Do you love it when I fuck your ass?" she asked, a smile teasing her lips.

"Only if it pleases you Mistress," he automatically replied.

"Ah, good boy," she breathed, renewing her efforts, fucking him even harder. Reaching across his back, she grabbed his hair, yanking his head back and she leaned back, slamming her hips forward. "Tell me how much you love it," she demanded.

"Your cock feels so good inside my ass, Mistress," he replied. "So deep, I love it when you slam so deep inside me," he grunted. "So deep and hard," he gasped as she drove into him.

Reaching to the harness she pushed a button and a small vibrator pressed against her clit began to buzz. Gasping, she yanked his hair harder, ramming the dildo into him, causing him to cry out loudly, the little bell jingling wildly. With her free hand, she pulled his cheeks apart, watching as the black plastic of the dildo invaded his ass, stretching his tight hole so wide.

She slapped his ass a few times more before her orgasm tore through her, causing her to shudder and shake, crying out loudly. Gripping Billy's hips, she struggled to stay standing as the waves of ecstasy crashed through her, over and over, the vibrator at her clit driving her to the brink of delirium. Fumbling she searched for the button and turned it off. With shaking hands she unhooked the dildo, leaving it in his ass, before sliding down his legs, attempting to catch her breath.

The cruelty of leaning against his straining legs didn't even occur to her until his quiet plea reached her ears. "Mistress, please. I can't hold on much longer."

Rousing herself, she stepped down from the box and to the back of the table. Unlocking the wheels, she slowly pushed it towards Billy until he could let go.

"Hands and knees," she breathed. "Come," she commanded staggering from the room.

Gratefully he sank to the floor, his trembling thighs unable to hold him much longer and he crawled after her. She was sitting on the bed still wearing the harness when he reached her.

"Up here, on your back," she ordered.

He lay down on her bed, wincing slightly as his sore cheeks rubbed the sheets and the dildo pushed in a bit further. She pulled the thong from him and removed the weight and bell. Kneeling between his thighs she took his straining cock into her mouth.

Billy gasped as she began to suck him. After a minute he could endure it no more and begged her, "Please Mistress, please. I beg of you. Remove the straps, please."

With an indulgent smile, she rose and mercifully removed the straps before lowering her head again. Her lips barely touched him as he came, shooting forcefully into her mouth. She didn't swallow all of it and when he was finished, she crawled up to him and kissed him, letting his cum flow into his own mouth and forcing him to swallow it.

"Such a good little whore," she murmured with a smile.

Moving back down his body, she noticed that he was again hard and grabbing the bottle of lube from her holster she squirted some onto his cock. Turning her back to him, she straddled his hips and gripping his cock, aimed it at her own asshole.

Billy groaned loudly as she slowly slid down his cock, her tight ass swallowing him inch by delightful inch. "Oh yes," he breathed, "oh, yes."

Smiling, she began to pump up and down, rising and falling on her knees. "You like that, Billy?" she asked, using his name without thinking.

He raised his eyebrows at her use of his name, knowing that when she was truly enjoying him, she sometimes forgot. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, ignoring the urge to call her Vanessa.

"Sit up, play with my tits," she ordered, opening the blouse she still wore.

Obeying, he eagerly sat, wrapping his arms around her, squeezing her lush breasts. He loved the feel of her tits, the weight in his hands, the sounds she made when he was rough with her nipples. Knowing that's what she liked, he gripped them tightly, twisting them in his fingers.

Looking down, she watched as he touched her, a sharp cry slipping past her lips as he rolled the pink nubs.

"Oh yes, Billy, oh, God yes!" she cried, bouncing up and down, fucking his cock with her heavenly ass. Suddenly, she fell forward onto her hands and knees, his dick slipping from inside her.

"Fuck me, Billy, fuck me!" she cried.

With a smile curling his lips, he clambered to his knees and knelt behind her, gripping her hips. With a loud grunt, he thrust his cock into her ass, plunging in deep. "Oh yes, Mistress," he growled.

She dropped her head to the bed, letting him drive even further into her. "Oh yes, Billy, yes, yes, yes..." she murmured, loving the rough fucking. She missed this sort of treatment from her Master and a delightful thought struck her. "You're my Master, Billy. Fuck your pet."

For a moment Billy faltered. He could scarcely believe what he had just heard. "You want to get fucked hard, slut?" he questioned.

"Yes, Master, yes," she breathed, happy in her submissive role.

Pulling out, he roughly flipped her and doubling her over, he shoved his cock back into her ass, driving in and out, grunting with the effort. Her eyes were closed, small sounds of pleasure slipping from between her lips.

He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers as he continued his assault on her ass. Breathlessly he tore his lips from hers, sitting up. Seeing the harness she still wore, with a moderately sized dildo still hanging from it, he pulled it from it's hook. Slowly, he pushed it into her sopping wet pussy. She was so wet it needed no lubricant and he began fucking her with it.

He delighted in her ass clenching tightly around his cock as she climaxed repeatedly, obviously loving being double penetrated. Pushing the dildo in, he again bent down to kiss her, their full lips gasping and sucking, their tongues twining. Kissing rarely entered their sexual encounters and he was enjoying it.

He suddenly sat up, his back arching, flinging his hair back as his own climax claimed him. With a deep groan he came, his cum filling her ass. He plunged in and out a few more times before pulling out and collapsing face down beside her.

Vanessa gingerly lowered her legs, and slid the dildo from her quivering pussy as she tried to regain her breath. Glancing over at Billy, she noticed the large dildo was still in his ass. Giving it a wiggle, she asked, "Would you like me to remove this?"

"Yes, please," he replied breathlessly. He was surprised to find that he had forgotten about it. With a loud sigh, he felt her gently pull it out and suddenly felt empty without it.

Looking over at him, her gaze traced his features. "Yes, I chose well," she murmured.

Opening his eyes, he returned her stare, his full lips curling into a smile. "Actually, Mistress, it was I who chose you," he corrected.

"You chose me?" she asked, her eyebrows rising.

"Yes, from the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to be your slave. Remember when I was on the block, being auctioned off? How I found you in the audience, how I obeyed you and bowed to you? I behaved badly so no one else would want me, only you," he explained.

Smiling, she rolled towards him, kissing him deeply. "Well then, I guess we both chose well." 



The New Slave Ch. 04



I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as I did writing it.

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The Mall is crowded, shoppers everywhere, I hate this. I don't understand why Mom insists I come with her, she knows how much I hate it. I guess she needs the company, she still hasn't got over Dad just upping and leaving us, even though that was five years ago. Mother decides to buy me some new shirts for college and after a couple of false starts we decide on the some nice check numbers from River Island. We've been there for two hours now and I'm getting tired so we head to the food court to get some lunch. Mother goes off to order the food while I find a table for us. I sit down to rest my feet and I feel the butt plug push in my anus as I sit. For me it has a double meaning, firstly it keeps my ring muscles tight and secondly it's a gentle reminder of my Master. I wriggle in my seat a little enjoying the sensation of it being there.

As I'm waiting for Mom to bring my food my phone buzzes. It's a message from Sir.

"Tell your mother you are having a sleep over at your friends and be at the van for six pm. PS nice shirts, you will look very handsome in them."

HE'S HERE! I sit bolt upright in my seat looking around. What am I doing? I have no idea what he looks like, he could be anyone of these men moving round the mall. He must have been in the store with us when we bought the shirts, how else would he know what they look like? I think back to the people in the store but it's all a blur, I was more interested in what shirts I wanted and paid little attention to the people around me. I'm feeling very frustrated and slump back in my seat. Mother arrives with the food.

"Mom, is it ok if I sleep over at Shane's tonight?" I ask her. I still can't believe I used that name.

"If it's ok with his mother, then yes," she replies.

I smile, I get to spend the night with Sir.

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I feel the cool air of the cellar as we enter. Sir unbinds my arms and I immediately undress.

"Oh my, we are eager aren't we?" Sir says.

He removes the device and massages my cock and balls until I am fully erect. 

"Magnificent," I hear him say.

I stand proudly, completely naked, my manhood erect and exposed waiting for my training to begin. When I hear a noise, a cry, a sob. I panic and quickly cover my erection with my hands.

"It's ok boy, I have found you some playmates and we're going to have some fun with them tonight," Sir says.

I hear muffled groans.

"Playmates Sir?" confusion in my voice.

"Yes, two new slaves for us to train and break in," he explains.

He grabs me by me shoulders and guides me forward telling me to put out my hands. I immediately touch bare flesh and I hear a stifled yelp. I'm touching someones chest, his skin is smooth, I explore with my hands. His arms are trussed up above his head, I stroke the soft hairs under his arms causing him to writhe and moan. I find his face, he is blindfolded and has a ball gag in his mouth. His chin is covered with some light stubble, it feels a little rough. I examine his stomach, flat and also smooth. I go lower and find his pubic hair, it feels wiry and fairly bushy. I get to his semi erect cock and stroke it gently, he moans half in protest, half with pleasure. I feel it grow in my hands, it's a nice size. It makes me feel good to know that my touch is arousing this boy who ever he is.

"What do you think?" Sir asks.

"He has a nice cock Sir," I say.

He guides me away and tells me to get to my knees. I put out my hands again and touch more flesh. This time it's someones backside, I hear a muffled cry, also gagged I assume. I explore with my hands. It seems he is tied to the floor in much the same way I was when I was first brought here, his face against the floor and his arse in the air. I find his hole and rub my forefinger over it, he groans at the sensation. I move lower and find his ball sac, it tightens at my touch. I reach under and find his fully erect cock, I pull it back and examine it. It's not as big as the other boy's and my touch is making him groan loudly.

"You have to watch this one," Sir says, "He fires off at the slightest touch."

"What do you want me to do Sir?" I ask.

"Well firstly you're going to learn how to eat ass," he explains, "bend over and find his hole with your tongue."

I'm a little apprehensive about putting my tongue on a part of a body that's main function is to deliver crap but I remember the enormous pleasure it gave me when I had it done to me. I bend forward and stick out my tongue, I have no trouble finding the tight puckered hole. The boy gasps loudly and lets out a long stifled groan.

"That's it boy, you're doing good, now flick your tongue up and down." Sir's head is next to mine, watching my actions.

I flick my tongue as instructed, the boy's groans rise in pitch.

"Good, now side to side and faster,"

My tongue is dancing side to side and up and down all around the hole.

"Excellent boy, do you hear his moans? This means he is really enjoying it," Sir says.

It turns me on knowing that my tongue is causing the boy to moan in ecstasy.

"Now I want you push into his hole with your tongue, go in as deep as you can and keep moving your tongue moving around," he instructs me.

I bury my head into the boys ass and push my tongue in deep, I flick around, his tight ring of muscle restricting my tongue so I have to work harder. The boy is moaning loudly, his tone high pitched, almost like a girl. He is writhing his backside around pushing back hard into my face. I'm really enjoying this too and my cock is aching it's gotten so hard.

"Oh yes boy, your good, he really likes that. Ok now take long strokes starting just below is hole, run your tongue up and push in deep and out again as you pass over it."

I do this and the boy whimpers loudly between his heavy panting.

"Ok that's enough," Sir says, "you are a natural."

I pull up and Sir gives me a quick peck on the lips. I'm pleased I'm doing good.

"Now I want you to finger him. Start by rubbing your finger around his hole first." Sir instructs me.

I place my hands on the boy's butt and find his hole. I feel sir add lubricant so I rub it in with my fingers circling the tight ring. The boy is now whimpering like a puppy. I reach under him with my free hand and fondle his hard cock that's pressed against his stomach.

"Now slip your finger inside, slowly at first, then long strokes."

I push at the hole and my finger slips past the sphincter. The boy clamps down and I feel my finger being pulled in. I push further and my finger is now up to my knuckles. The boy is obviously enjoying this as he pushes his hips back to get me deeper. I slowly begin to finger fuck him, taking long slow deliberate strokes.

"Well done," I hear sir say, "Now I want you to find his G-spot, search around with your finger and you should find what feels like a lump."

I insert my finger fully, exploring the boys bowls. I find what Sir explained and massage it with my finger tip. The boy lets out a long scream his anus clamps tight on my finger and his cock pulses in my hand, he is cumming.

"I just made him cum Sir," I say feeling quite please with myself.

"Damn, I said he was a loaded gun," He says, "I didn't give you permission to cum you slut!"

Sir's tone startles me, even though it wasn't directed at me it reminds me how strict he can be and I know what is coming next. Sir pulls me away sits me on a bench and ties my hands behind my back. The cellar is then filled with the sounds of muffled screams as Sir takes a strap to the boy's bare behind. I feel sorry for him. I hear the other boy near me, he is crying, sobbing uncontrollably and I have a flash back to my first time there. Sir finishes strapping the boy on the floor and I can hear them both crying. When Sir has finished he grabs my arm and leads me to the first boy, unties my arms and whispers in my ear.

"Give him some reassurance, before he turns into a quivering wreck," he tells me.

I am feeling sorry for the boy as I remember how traumatic it was for me. I reach out and find the boys body and gently caress him, it doesn't calm him. I put my arms around him and our body's touch, his is warm but trembling wildly, his cock now flaccid, my cock fully erect and pressing in o his belly. I hold him tight and give him soft butterfly kisses on his neck, ear and cheeks. The boy begins to respond, his sobbing waining. He exhales small gasps as my soft lips caress his skin. I whisper softly in his ear.

"Shh, it's ok, you won't get hurt if you do as you're told. Just relax and enjoy it."

I surprise myself, I sound just like master talking. I can just hear Sir doing the same to the other boy and both their sobbing having now stopped. I then feel Sirs warm naked body against my back, his hard cock in the cleft of my ass. I am now sandwiched between the boy and Sir and it feels nice.

"Well done boy, I'm very, very proud of you," He whispers in my ear.

I'm so gratified that I am pleasing sir. He ties my hands again and leads me back to the bench. I hear the sound of chains and clasps as Sir does some thing with the first boy. Then he leads me back, unties my hands and get's me to kneel.

"Ok get your tongue to work boy," Sir whispers in my ear.

I reach out with my arms and touch flesh, it's the boys buttocks. I feel around and realise his legs are above him and is swinging, he is suspended by his feet and hands as I was when sir first fucked me. I soon find his virgin hole and tease it with my fingers, the boy groans. I lean forward and connect with my tongue, giving every thing I can to pleasure this boy and judging by his reaction I'm doing quite a good job. I'm not sure how long I keep this up for but it seems like ages until Sir speaks.

"Ok now I want you to finger him," Sir instructs.

I pull away and finger the boy, his hole is tight and it clamps even tighter on my finger, the boy groans. I slowly finger fuck him and I find his prostrate at the same time, he bucks when I brush against it.

"Good boy now add another finger." Sir says.

I push my first two fingers and find more resistance. After a while the resistance subsides and I am easily fucking him with my two fingers.

"Good, now add another."

I put three of my fingers together and push, more resistance. I hear the boy complaining through the gag but I keep finger fucking him and soon my fingers slide in and out easily. I'm wondering where this is leading when Sir asks me to stand.

"Have you ever fucked anyone with that huge cock of yours?" Sir asks still whispering in my ear.

"No sir," I reply.

"Well I think it's time you did. You are going to fuck this virgin ass with your virgin cock boy."

I feel apprehensive and excited, my first fuck is looming and I really don't know what to expect. I had often wondered what it would like to fuck a girl but here I am about to fuck a boy. I feel sir applying lube to my cock, he's working it in good but I am so aroused I'm about to explode.

"Arrrgh, Please Sir, I'm giong to Cum!" I announced urgenly.

He stops, my cock bounces wildly.

"Hmmm, you're not going last five minutes in his ass if you're that worked up. I think we need to get rid of some of your tension first."

He takes hold of my cock again and very slowly manipulates the head with his thumb and forefinger, the lube causing them to slide effortlessly over my cock head. I groan loudly and push my groin forward.

"UUURRRGHHHH! FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" 

My body tenses and I blow my load. I hear the boy moan and realise I am shooting a huge load all over him.

"Fuck, I love seeing you cum boy!" Sir says.

My cock starts to deflate but Sir keeps on playing with it. I feel him move close to me and his lips touch mine. We kiss tenderly at first then passionately and my cock soon springs back to life. Every time he kisses me like that it just confirms to me how much I love him. 

"Ok, lets do this," Sir says, "Schooch forward."

I shuffle forward on my knees until my groin is touching the boys buttocks my cock in the crease of his ass. I push the boy away from me and Sir guides my cock to his hole. I let the boy fall back some and I feel my cock pushing at his tight virgin hole, it won't enter. I stop pushing the boy away but my cock still won't enter so grabbing the boys thighs I pull him towards me. Suddenly my cock breaks through and penetrates deeper than I expected. I gasp at the sensation, the vice like grip of his ring muscles around my cock feels amazing. The boy screams in pain, I remember how it hurt me the first time so I don't move until his pain subsides. Hi screams stop but he is sobbing now, I hear Sir at his head comforting him. I pull the boy towards me some more and my cock slips in deeper and I moan at how wonderful it feels. I pull out some then push back in gasping more at the tightness of his ring piece and the warmth of his bowls on my cock.

"Feel nice boy?" I assume Sir is speaking to me.

"Oh yes Sir, it's wonderful," I reply.

I start fucking the boy, each stroke getting deep until eventually my hips touch his ass cheeks. The boys sobs have now been replaced with groans of ecstasy. I'm enjoying it immensely as I pull my cock out to the tip then ram it in to the hilt. I feel the pressure build in my groin and I'm soon ready to blow another load.

"Please Sir, I am close, may I cum?" I ask.

"Yes boy you may, blow that load in his slutty virgin ass," he replies.

I hear the boy complaining wildly between grunts and groans, I realise he's trying to let us know he is about to cum. Sir whispers something to him and suddenly I feel his anus clamp down tight and pulse around my cock, he's cumming. It only takes a few more strokes for me and my body convulses, my cock dumping another huge load deep into his guts.

Spent and panting heavily I just stay there, my cock shrinking in his ass.

"How was that boy?" Sir says suddenly at my side.

"Amazing Sir." I reply.

"Do you think you could go again?"

"I don't know sir, I think so," I reply.

"Good, the other boy needs to experience cock up his ass."

The other boy obviously heard this as I can hear muffled protests and crying coming from him.

Sir leads me over to him, still on the floor in the same position and gets me to kneel behind him. Sir kneels behind me, puts his arms round me and nibbles my ear. God I love it when he does that.

"We need to get you all sexed up again," he says.

He pushes me forward so I'm lying over the boys back and sir bends down and eat's my ass. I'm in heaven, I groan loudly with pleasure writhing on the boys back. I put my arms around his waist, grab his stiff cock and slowly wank him. He moans and writhes with me. My cock is up to full mast within seconds as Sir's tongue flicks deep in and out of my hole. He doesn't stop there and adds a finger as he continues to ream me out. I'm going wild with passion.

"Oh please Sir, please fuck me!" I pant.

"That's exactly what I had in mind," I hear him say, I'd swear he's grinning too.

He lubes up my ass and soon his cock head is seeking entrance at my back door. I relax fully and his cock slides in. I still have the shooting pain as his cock breaks through but I tolerate it and push back on his cock. He is now completely inside me, his balls touching mine. He pulls me up and grabs my cock.

"Lets get your cock in his ass," he says.

He positions my cock at the boys hole and I push. I can feel the boy try to pull away but I grab his hips and pull him back, as I do so the head of my cock penetrates his ring. He screams in his gag and I hold still to allow the pain to subside. Sir is still deep inside me and I sense he is looking over my shoulder watching my cock slide in the boy's ass. The boy's screams dissipate and I push again, my cock slipping in inch by inch, the sensation is even better having Sir's huge cock up my ass. Here I am fucking and being fucked at the same time, it's an amazing sensation. Sir holds still and lets me take up the rhythm and soon I am burying my cock deep inside the boys ass while Sirs cock is just inside me. I push back and Sir's cock slips in my ass to it's base while my cock is just in the entrance of the boy's ass. I'm now full of lust and my rhythm becomes more aggressive.

"Oh fuck yeah, nnnurgh! This feels amazing! Urrgh! Oh God!" I hear myself saying.

Sir pants and grunts in my ear as his hands explore my body, his fingers tweak my nipples causing me to yelp. I fling my head back onto his shoulder and he bites my ear. I loose track of time having no idea how long we have been doing this but I'm in heaven. I love the sensation of my cock sliding in this tight hole and Sir's cock filling my ass. I am close to cumming again and I think Sir is too. I stop fucking as Sir is now slamming my ass hard, his cock hitting my prostrate. He is causing my cock to slam hard and deep into the boy and both him and me cry and grunt in sheer pleasure.

"Oh fuck Sir, I'm gonna cum. Please may cum?" I ask.

I hear the boys voice is loud and sounds like he is panicking, I realise is his going to cum too.

"Yes boy, shoot that load, and tell the slut he can cum too," Sir pants in my ear.

I lean over to get closer to the boys head.

"Sir says, nnuurrghh! You can, urrghh! Cum now." I say hardy able to breath properly. 

I hear the boy scream one last time as his ring piece clamps on my cock and spasms. This sends me over the edge and fling myself back to Sir and pump my load into the boy just as Sir slams deep in me and delivers his load. I slump over the boy and Sir slumps over me. We stay like that for a while before Sir pulls his shrinking cock from my battered hole. He lifts me up and leads me to the cage.

"Get in," he says, "and get some rest, we have more to do later."

I get to my knees and shuffle forward feeling the bedding under me. I lie down and sigh, I feel exhausted. I listen to the sounds of chains and restraints being removed and the whimpers of the boys as they are led out of the cellar. I wonder who they are and where Sir found them, did he abduct them as he did me? Oh crap what if I have to share Sir with them? I don't like the idea of that. Am I getting jealous? Oh man this is getting seriously fucked up. I'm getting jealous over someone I haven't even seen, what is wrong with my head.



The New Slave Ch. 04



Ross went on to say that they finally reached the home where he would be for the next year. He had no idea of where they were, but suspected southeast Texas because of the trees and the landscape. At no time in the next year did he learn where he was. There, he was shown to his new owner. Even the phrase of "new owner" bothered him. It was obvious to him that he was now a slave, owned by a rich woman who happened to be a doctor. She was attractive and older than him but had a strong sexual demand. Her interests in Ross were the obvious, his large cock and his abnormally large balls. She could care less how much he put out in a single orgasm, her interest were in what his cock and his mouth could do for her. Ross always knew when he was about to be summoned to his owner's bedroom. About an hour before her desired time, one of the owner's servants would come into the room where Ross was restrained. There, she would quickly masturbate him hard, forcing him to expel the majority of his sperm, whether it took two or three times. Then, spent and covered in sperm, the servant would silently move him into a shower and make him clean himself. After all of this, he was lead into the owner's bedroom where he would eventually become hard and with the help of severely drained balls, would fuck and fuck and fuck, normally without orgasm or until the mistress was spent. When she was in the mood, she would have him perform orally on her for hours at a time, again until she was spent. On many occasions Ross would just sit at the foot of the bed waiting, as the mistress lay sleeping, exhausted after her multiple orgasms. Then Ross would be led back to his room and restrained, normally very hard and very sore. 

By this time, Caren felt more than pity for the new slave. She more than liked him and wanted to comfort him and more than that, wanted to make love to him, slowly, allowing him to enjoy it as much as she would enjoy it. But under the conditions she could not allow it to be this way, at least not at this time. Based on the time line of the new laws and current time, Caren knew that there was a lot more to Ross' story. She prodded him for more. Ross went on to tell Caren that as the new owner's interest waned in him, she allowed her friends to come over and take their turns with him. Normally this was done in his small room, and on many occasions, while he was still restrained. It wasn't that these women wanted or even needed a romantic touch or a loving approach to sex. They wanted him hard and productive and to last longer than they could. 

But there was one visitor that had noticed his productivity. Ross didn't know it until later, but one of the visitors was a very rich business owner. From the first time she took a turn with this new slave, she was amazed at the size of his cock and more than that, the huge size of his balls. It wasn't that his cock was so big, but that it was thick and so well proportioned. The head was oversized and had an ability to flare wide when approaching orgasm. She had even told several of her friends that when the slave was about to cum, she could feel with great pleasure, the swelling and pulsing of his cock head. She was also aware of the huge amount of sperm that he pumped out, even after having been forced to cum, several times prior to her being with him. She was more than aware of the methods used to enhance the male slaves and of the old method of emptying them prior to intercourse, to keep them lasting longer. She could only imagine what amount he would pump out, if he weren't emptied prior to each time she was to be with him. As it turned out, she was close with several female doctors that told her he might prove to be a good buy, for use in reproductive medicine. After her detailed accounts of her times with this new slave, they convinced her to buy him and that they would take care of the rest. They laughed, saying that even if his sperm were low quality, he would still be more than fun to play with. They assured her that they would pay to play with him also. 

Soon after, a deal was made and Ross was sold to the new owner. He didn't cost that much since his original owner had tired of him and was now playing with a much younger, longer cocked slave. Ross admitted to Caren that he was happy to be sold. He had become resigned to his fate as a slave and had found that his predicament was very much like a huge amount of men across the country. The law had turned its back on the concept of slavery. If no one knew that it was happening, then it must not be happening. Slowly but surely, over several years, the concept of male slavery was being accepted. There were now attempts to regulate it and keep it safe, and more than that, make it acceptable. 

By this time, Ross had been taken to his new owner's estate. She was very rich and owned several businesses. She also liked the very thick and heavily balled new slave. Based on what her friends had told her, she also thought that she could make a lot of money with her new acquisition. Taking possession of Ross, she took him to her estate where she spent 2 days with him, behind closed doors. During that time, he was allowed the luxury of being chained only by one leg, to the bed. By the time they were through with each other, it was debatable who had been tortured the most. Some of her closest friends said she couldn't walk for two days. But word soon spread of her new toy. Her friends wanted to see, wanted to try him out. And Ross' new owner was more than willing to oblige them. She was like a dope dealer, giving out free samples to all her friends and especially the rich ones. In short time, she would announce her 'stud' fees and start bringing in money for his use. It didn't take long till the new owner tired of Ross and was renting him out to the highest bidder, seven days a week. He was exhausted and spent and special servants were assigned to just keep him clean and his parts in good working order. With so much use, he was more than exhausted and his cock and balls were ragged, raw and tender to the point that he could barely be touched without wincing. 

During the steady stream of 'renters', one of them turned out to be a doctor in reproductive medicine. Even being used on a daily basis, his sperm supply had adapted, becoming more abundant to keep up with the demand. The new owner rented Ross to this doctor after the doctor was introduced at a local party. The doctor immediately took Ross to her home after having heard all the stories about this new slave. Restrained, he was taken into a lab exam room and heavily restrained in a gynecological chair. There, a special device was attached to his huge cock and the sperm was literally sucked out of him. There was no orgasm to it, and he produced heavily, the doctor noted as she stood nearby watching him twist and jerk under the extreme sucking. It wasn't exactly painful, but it was not fun or comfortable for the endowed slave. Immediately, two of the assistants moved in and took the sterile sample from the panting slave and examined it. They quickly reported to the doctor that the sample was above 80% motile sperm, meaning that it was high quality sperm. The doctor was amazed. She could see that if she divided up his time as a slave, she could use him in entertainment, and as a supplier in reproductive medicine. There were women that would pay a fortune for sperm guaranteed to produce a pregnancy. And this slave's over abundance was a guaranteed gold mine. 

The doctor immediately set her idea into motion, contacting an entire list of women that were waiting for a possible donor. Being called to the clinic, the doctor took them in at 1-hour intervals, promising a fresh supply to them. These women were interested in becoming pregnant, not sex or arousal, and had no interest in the slave. They didn't care where the sperm came from, as long as it was clean and abundant. On that first day, Ross was placed on a padded exam table and restrained tightly to the corners. Then, a small suction tube was slid about 2 inches inside his cock, while a larger tube was attached, encasing his entire cock in it. Resembling a large chrome plated dildo, the encasing tube on his cock would create a strong suction on his hardened member, pulling the foreskin and head into the tip of it. When activated, the tube would put out a slight vibration, to keep his arousal level high, while the suction tube did the rest. In essence, he would be vibrated to the point of orgasm, while the suction pulled every drop out of him, whether he orgasmed or not. Within about 30 seconds of turning it on, his hips began to pump as the first batch was pulled from him. It was a very sizable amount and being kept sterile, it could be divided into smaller amounts and used to fertilize the waiting women's eggs. Since they were scheduled for every hour, the machine attached to his cock was only turned off for a couple of minutes each hour. Within 4 hours he was almost unconscious with over a half cup of sperm being pumped from his still quivering balls. He had enjoyed the first of very many orgasms, but now his balls were cramping from the constant pumping cycles. He was unconscious as the servants undid his restraints and removed him from the table, carrying him back to his room. But during a total of 7 hrs inside the milking machine, he had produced almost a full cup of sperm for his new owner. She rewarded him by allowing him to sleep an extra hour the next day.

Ross continued his story with neither sadness nor excitement, just factually telling a series of events. He was so resigned to his fate that he showed no emotion. It was as if he were reciting a story from memory. By this time, Caren's nipples had softened and she too showed no sign of her previous arousal. She listened intently, having heard similar stories before, but not all from the same source. All during Ross' recitation, she had continued to rub his cock, gently and softly, and it was still very hard. But having heard his story, she now knew that it wasn't hard because of arousal, but because it was ready to perform for its new owner. 

Ross then told the doctor about how his time was divided between supplying large quantities of sperm to his new owner, and his duties as an entertainment slave. He was in demand due to his size. The entire arrangement worked rather well for the new owner. The vast majority of women that rented the slave wanted his cock and his mouth, but had no interest in how much sperm he produced, or whether he could even cum or not. On the other hand, the reproduction labs didn't care about his cock or his mouth, as long as his balls continued to pump huge amounts into their chrome suction devices. Both sides of the owner's business venture were paying her huge sums of money. It even reached a point where she was no longer interested in him, and would send him to either the entertainment rooms or the reproduction labs on a daily basis, depending on where he had the most energy or ability. If he had been entertaining all night by fucking or using his oral talents, then the next morning he would be allowed to rest, while restrained on a table with a suction device attached to his cock, pumping out his entire ball load. It all paid great money to his owner. 

Ross delved into some of the owners that he had, which did not care about him physically, as long as he could fuck them on a regular basis. He talked about one owner that didn't like the way he spurt when he cum. She claimed that he was way too messy and immediately went about spreading the opening to his cock. Once it was split open this caused him to cum in a steady flow, instead of spurting. That new owner was more than happy with the results, and even found that she more than enjoyed her ability to stretch him open even farther, using her fingers inside of him. For over a month, Ross said that he could barely become erect due to the pain in his cock head and her insistent finger fucking him. One of her favorite methods was to jack him off to the point where she inserted a finger deep inside his cock, just as he was about to cum. She would then sit and watch with fascination as the sperm built up in a large lump inside his cock, till she allowed it to flow out. This too caused him a lot of pain.

Ross told of another owner who bought him site unseen. She had heard about him through the medical personnel at a lab. She was more than interested in a slave that could cum in gushes. At first she was excited about this, but the excitement soon wore off. By that point she could only see the huge messes that he created, every time she played with him. She became more and more angry in time, having spent a huge sum of her money to purchase him. When really angry, she would take her anger out on him by being extremely rough on his cock and balls. She would jack him off, using a dry wash cloth, making sure to rub the rough cloth into the head as it flared at orgasm. She would squeeze and batter his balls so much that on several occasions he could not walk the next day because of the severe swelling. 

Just before she sold him, she became so angry one night with him that she actually dislocated his cock. Becoming enraged that he wasn't able to make her cum fast enough, she grabbed the base of his cock tightly and jerked downward on it. Her other hand snapped the head backwards, driving it upwards. She knew immediately that she had hurt him when she heard a loud snap as the pubic ligament broke away from the pubic bone. After that, having seen the result of what had been so easy for her to do, she would on a regular basis restrain the slave and work him up to the point of orgasm. As his cock would quiver, waiting for that last stroke, or the last touch of friction that would send him into cumming, she would press firmly into his pubic bone with the flat of her palm, while her thumb and forefinger encircled the base of his now throbbing cock. Pushing downward on it hard, she would grasp the underside of the top of his cock and jerk it and the head upwards, hard, in essence snapping it at the base. After awhile, it didn't even make a sound, like the sharp cracks it had made during the beginning. The pubic ligament had completely separated from the pubic mound. He would always cum hard when she did this, even though most of his body jerking and panting was from the pain, not the pleasure. After the first hard snap of her hands, she would immediately let go and sit mesmerized, watching his broken cock pump out spurt after thick spurt of his cream, knowing that it hurt more than it felt good. 

But the advantage of what she had done, she was never aware of. By separating the pubic ligament, she had given him about one to one and a half inches more in length. Also, this snapping play that she created had also increased the thickness of his cock, around the base. Over the period of time of her 'playing' with him, she had increased his cock length and thickness, but that left him hanging downward when hard, instead of upward. Either way, it created limberness in him that hardly any woman had ever seen. In a comical way, it meant that he could literally fuck in almost any position, since his cock was so bendable. After short time, this owner came to where she hated him and sold him. Of all the women that had owned Ross she had done the most damage and had owned him the shortest amount of time. Even though painful, he was more than aware of the size and ability changes that had been done to his genitals. 

"Your balls are amazing. I have never seen anyone put out like these monsters do," she said to him. She had now turned her attention to the large fleshy sack and was gently probing into it with her fingers. The room was so warm that his sack remained soft, up to the point of orgasm when it drew up tight. Using several fingers, the doctor could actually feel and manipulate his vas deferens and epididymus, both being huge. She continued feeling the two large orbs, watching Ross closely for any reaction from him. He remained motionless as she continued to examine him. Both balls were smooth to the touch but heavily muscled. She watched him as her fingers closed around one balls and began squeezing it hard. He didn't react but only continued to watch her. "Don't you feel any of this?" she asked, still surprised at just how much pressure they could take.

"Oh yes, I feel it, but it doesn't hurt. It actually feels like a deep muscle massage, but only better." 

She couldn't believe it, even though she had already seen this several times already in one day. She applied more pressure, feeling the ball begin to push out on the sides, flattening out under her finger's grasp. Still he did not respond, only smiling as his eyes fluttered closed. Using her entire hand, she grasped the thick ball and squeezed harder, again watching for any sign of pain. Surprisingly there was only a slight moan that came from him. His cock was still rock hard and the steady flow of pre-cum had continued. She was squeezing as hard as she could and he was becoming more aroused. "This doesn't hurt you?" she said as she began to roll the ball between her tightly clutching fingers.

"Ummm, no not in the least." He said as his hips began to slowly push against her hand. Using her other hand she gripped the other ball and began to apply the same pressure to it. Tightly gripping both balls in her hands, she pulled them farther away from his body, stretching out the inner cords and tubes, the skin of his sack obviously stretched to its limit. She watched him closely but it was obvious that he was in intense pleasure. 

"I'm not hurting you at all?" she asked again. 

"No, only if you stop," he laughed. The flow of pre-cum was almost a steady drip, running down his thickly swollen cock. The head was flared and the mouth gaped widely open. 

The doctor knew that he was approaching orgasm, only needing a little more stimuli. "I'm not trying to make you cum, I'm trying to see what your pain threshold is," she quickly reminded him. 

"I don't think you'll find it," he smiled, his eyes still closed and his breathing becoming more erratic. Even she laughed as her hands began to tire from all the pressure she was exerting on him. She knew that he was close to having a testicular orgasm, different from a penile orgasm. An orgasm that produces a quantity of sperm, but nowhere near as pleasurable as a full-blown orgasm. In essence she was forcing the sperm out of him, without his own body allowing it out the normal way. 

"I can't believe that this doesn't hurt. I've never seen a man that had such muscled balls, but lacking in sensitivity." 

He quickly looked at her, saying, "Oh don't confuse pain tolerance with lack of sensitivity. I'm more than sensitive, I feel ever move your fingertips make, every squeeze, every change in pressure, but not to the point that it hurts. It actually feels good." 

She just smiled, letting go of the stretched sack, it plopping loudly onto the exam table. "Have they always been this way?"

"As far back as I can remember. They've always been somewhat large, but it seems that they may have become a little bigger since my amounts have increased. I've always had a large ejaculate, but not as large as it's been over the past several years of being forced. That seems to have increased their thickness somewhat." 

The doctor felt that this would be a good time to let the slave know why he had been purchased. Picking her words carefully, she asked him, "Do you know why you were brought here?" 

He smiled back at her, "I'm assuming that it's because of my size, but now I'm beginning to wonder." 

"Why do you say that?" she wanted to know, puzzled at his response. 

"I may have been sedated at the auction, but I wasn't unconscious. By your first test you did on me, I had a feeling that you were after sperm. That would make me think that you might be a doctor. But once you and your assistant saw my size, both of you obviously liked what you saw. When I was brought here, I recognized areas of your facility as a milking arena. I figured that I was here to supply you or someone with sperm." 




The New Slave Ch. 04



The doctor looked at him seriously, "You do produce a great amount and I do have a need for large amounts. You are correct; this is a milking facility and a production facility. I'm not involved in reproduction medicine, but need you in my manufacturing process. In time you'll learn what we do here, but for now all you need to know is that you are here to give us as much of your milk as we can take. Hopefully you'll be ok with that?" she asked, hoping that he wanted to cooperate with her. 

He smiled at her. "I'm being treated better here than I have been anywhere else, so far," he said, glancing down at her hand still working his cock. She smiled back at him. She now knew quite a bit about him, but wondered if he would continue to like his treatment, once she turned him over to her training staff. 



The New Slave Ch. 05



Chapter 5: A Doctor's Touch

The doctor was more than fascinated by what she had learned. Further, he fascinated her physically, not to mention being extremely aroused. Her fun and games with him had led her to be more than wet, an anxious feeling spreading throughout her stomach and legs. She wanted more but wasn't sure if he was capable of more. 

Being a woman, she was more than aroused by each of the slaves, especially the new ones. Each one possessed characteristics that would make them desirable in one way or another. The very least she had done in the testing of the new slaves was to watch as a skilled technician milked them to orgasm. She more than enjoyed watching them twist and jerk as load after load was coaxed from their balls. Just the act of watching the new slave being forced to cum would elevate her arousal, enjoying the show as the technician's hands worked the slave into a panting spurting mess.

It wasn't often that she would take a new slave for her own personal testing, one on one as they say. Being new to her group of slaves, they were more than eager to please her. And she was more than eager to be pleased. Some of them would remain in her lab while she allowed them to pleasure her with their mouths. Others would be taken to her private chambers where she would experience them in her own way, and on some occasions, several times. But it was rare that the doctor continued the relationship with any particular slave, since she had an abundance to choose from, depending on her mood or desire at the time. 

The doctor had her trusted staff, training personnel, serving girls and a small number of female slaves. She had very few female slaves, but the doctor allowed all of them their own time for sexual play. And some of them had voracious appetites when it came to sexual play. The doctor took very good care of all her personnel. All of the male slaves were there for a purpose and the doctor didn't want the females interfering with business. The doctor was by no means a prude, but she had a keen business mind and the idea of everyone sucking and fucking all day didn't make for good business. Sperm was in high demand and there was no room for it being wasted with serving girls, female slaves, or just randomly pumped out onto the floor, sheets or wherever. Besides, the vast majority of male slaves were there to supply a steady supply of their personal cream to the doctor. She had not become a doctor or a wealthy land and business owner by spending all day involved in sexual escapades. There was time for business and there was time for play. But there were rare times when supply was high and demand was low. During those times, she didn't mind what the females did with the male slaves. In essence, the males were fair game to the females. 

Ross was now a lot more relaxed, no longer scared. His cock showed that, as the doctor continued her soft slow rubbing of the huge oozing shaft and head. His entire demeanor was now relaxed, even though he was still fully restrained. The doctor understood where he had been and what his mental state must have been. She almost regretted her little act with him, but knew that it set the tone for what his purpose was. He understood his place. Even with his woeful story of his past several years, she still couldn't take her eyes off of his gorgeous cock and his balls that didn't seem to empty. Still standing next to him she could suddenly feel the wetness between her own legs, almost matching the amount that the new slave was producing. He was sopping wet and so was she. She knew that it was time to continue her examination. She watched intently as she released her grip of his cock, seeing it twitch several times. Within a few minutes it began to grow soft, but still very fat and thick as it lay on his stomach. 

Moving the surgical tray out of the way, she stepped up closer to his face and looked into his eyes. They now showed no signs of fear but almost excitement. He was relaxed even to the point of smiling. 

"Are you comfortable enough? Are your arms hurting?" she asked him. He shook his head no. She looked at him seriously. 

"You understand why you are here, don't you?" she asked. 

He shook his head yes, returning her gaze. He made a lot of eye contact, for a slave. 

"From what I have seen of you so far, you may be used for several different positions. Obviously your balls are over producers, pumping out amounts more than any male I have ever seen. I'm still amazed at how much you can shoot. That is one thing that I want from you, and on a regular basis. You will supply me with as much as you can produce, and over time you will be able to produce even more than you ever thought possible. Medically, I can help you to produce more sperm than you ever imagined. You really don't have any choice but I would be happier knowing that you would cooperate with me. Will you?" she asked. Again he shook his head yes, but this time looked away from her. She did notice that his cock was now flaccid, lying softly on his stomach. Obviously the thought of his future possibilities was not an arousing thought to him. 

Still looking into his eyes, she continued. "I have to admit, this is a beautiful cock, one of the best that I have ever seen. I have plenty of ideas on how to put it to good use. I still want to examine it further; you do have some 'different' attributes in that regard. It's obvious to both of us what use it can serve. I know that you have been put out, rented, used, or just given out to strangers, whatever way you want to say it, but I see a lot of use in that cock. A lot of it being under very similar situations to what you've already been through. But I tell you this much, it will be very different with me as your owner. You won't be mistreated but you will be expected to perform and do as you're told to do. I bought you because of your sperm production, but I am now seeing a huge demand for your other talents. Do you understand what I am telling you?" 

He was looking directly into her eyes and almost smiling when he softly answered, "Yes, I fully understand." He knew without a doubt that she was referring to women using his cock, his balls, his body, and his mouth. He had been through all of this before, but it felt different, coming from this beautiful woman who had just purchased him. 

Pausing a moment, she looked at him and continued, "You will be trained and your talents developed more, if that is possible." Saying this, her hand immediately went back to his cock, squeezing it around the base. Immediately she could feel it begin to swell. Within seconds he was about half hard. 

She laughed, "I don't know if making it bigger would do anyone any good. It's beautiful as it is. And your balls can't get any bigger, without affecting your ability to walk." Even the new slave laughed at this. At least he was friendly and appeared to be cooperating, she thought to herself. Her hand was now rubbing the almost fully erect cock. The pre-cum had never stopped flowing during her conversation. He was now so wet that seven her rubbing was producing squishy sounds coming from between his legs. She was astonished. He had already been forced too cum enough that he should be empty, but obviously he was still producing a lot. Just the amount of his pre-cum looked to be the same as an average males' full orgasm. He was obviously ready to cum again. She moved down closer to his hips, standing along side of the exam table. She stood and watched for a moment as her slow rub produced more pre-cum from the wide-open mouth of his cock. Her hand and his cock were literally covered in his clear thick fluid. He was rock hard and his balls were still lying softly between his legs. 

As a male approaches orgasm, his balls will slowly draw up loser to his body, in preparation for pumping the sperm from the balls to the cock head. Drawn up close to the body means that the sperm has a shorter distance to travel, keeping it fresh. It's a survival mechanism for sperm in the realm of procreation. Since his balls were not drawn up, it meant that he was nowhere near an aroused state. His cock was, but he had a long way to go before orgasm. The doctor wondered if it was possible that all of the day's sexual treatment had numbed him. She looked down and watched as her hand sped up the rubbing. There was an immediate slight jerk in his hips and his head rolled back slightly, his eyes closed. No, she thought to herself, he is not numb. He's feeling all of her manipulations and very well. 

She stepped back away from the exam table, glancing at the wrist and ankle restraints making sure that both were secure. There was no way that he could get free from either end of the table. And if he were to get a hand or an ankle free, she would hit an emergency button that would summon help and unlocked the doors at the same time. But something in her own mind told her that she was not in any danger. As he lay there watching her closely, she stepped more into the light where he could see her better. Since she was only wearing the short skirt, she knew that it was time for that to come off. 

Standing back far enough that he could see almost all of her, she reached behind her and undid the zipper to the skirt. Squirming slightly, she slid the skirt over her hips and let it drop to the floor. Barefoot and completely nude, she stood there, allowing him to see all of her. 

She was gorgeous, he thought to himself. Before this he had only seen her in an aspect of fear, waiting for her next move, her next painful manipulation, or for her to start cutting into genitals that refused to acknowledge his own fear. But now, she stood there, radiant, so sexual that his cock was responding to her without him even thinking about it. He could feel his cock swelling harder than normal, as if about to bust. His balls were actually churning, wanting to spew out without even a single touch.

She was a magnificent creature, short and petite, dark hair that was cut in a very short style. Her breasts were full and rounded with nipples that looked hard enough to cut him. Each nipple was fat and erect, as if begging to be attended to. Both of them were surrounded by a very large dark brown areola. Her entire body was darkly tanned except for a tiny area where a small patch of pubic hair was located. It was trimmed very short and matched her dark hair. Her pussy lips looked slightly swollen, her mons being pronounced and obvious even in the dim light. What he didn't know was that her vaginal entry was swollen, having been overly stimulated for the past several hours while she played with her new slave. Yes, she was a woman, in all aspects. Where the slave had been toyed with and forced to cum, she had not. She had watched and participated, but with no release for herself. She was overdue and she felt it. She could feel the moisture between her lips, more than enough for both of them. It had been held back for a long time and now it was making its way outward, coating her inner thighs where they met with her shapely torso. 

She just stood there watching him. She was actually enjoying the affect she was having on him. She felt more like a woman than she had felt in a long time. She had seen him made hard, repeatedly during the past several hours. But now she was witnessing a new level of hardness that he had not yet exhibited, even when he was cumming. Just the sight of her body before him was causing him to respond more than he had all day. Inwardly she laughed as she thought to herself how he was almost drooling. It had been a long time since a man had reacted this way to her, even with her just standing in the nude before him. She could make any of her male slaves cum whenever she wanted, but this new slave wanted her. And she wanted him too. 

After several minutes of them both watching each other, she stepped back up closer to the exam table. She bent over close to his face, her right nipple brushing against his shoulder. "Do you like what you see?" she asked him, smiling. 

"Yes, undeniably," he moaned. 

She bent closer and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Maybe your new owner won't be such a bad thing, after all. Did you ever think of that?" she asked coyly. 

"I've never been the possession of anyone like you." She glanced down and saw that his cock was thicker than it had been all afternoon. The head was flared so wide that it looked as if the purplish skin would split. It was swollen to the point that the pre-cum could not escape the shaft. With just her fingertips, she ran her hand down his chest to his belly where they lingered for a moment before moving to the neatly trimmed pubic hair. As her fingertips touched his pubic mound, she heard his breath quickly suck in. His entire body seemed to tense. 

After a moment he breathed, "Did your examination of me tell you anything?" 

She looked back at him slowly, smiling, "Who said that your exam was over? There is plenty of you that I want to examine, more thoroughly!" His head rolled back as her fingers pushed into the bottom of his pubic mound, feeling deeper and deeper. Two of her fingers rested on the topside of his cock, deeply embedded inside him. His breathing had become slightly erratic and his erection was something that looked like it would burst. 

There was a lot more of him that she wanted to feel, to know, to experience. She had plenty of time and he had nowhere to go. Her fingers pushed deeply into the skin directly above the base of his cock, where the pubic ligament attaches to the pubic bone. Feeling deep inside of him, she could feel that the pubic ligament was very soft and mushy, almost as if detached. Immediately she knew that the ligament had been stretched or abused so much that it had become detached, almost as if dislocated. 

"Am I hurting you?" she asked, her fingers poised to push deep into him. As a doctor, she had seen males brought into the emergency room when she was an intern. These males were in a lot of pain, due to a 'dislocated cock'. Since there is no bone present in the cock, dislocated is a misnomer. Actually, it's the pubic ligament that has been damaged, normally by the male thrusting too hard and sinking it into his female partner at an odd angle. 

"No, it does feel good. Sort of like a deep massage." He was still lying still, allowing her to do the exam. 

Detaching the pubic ligament, or stretching it, would have given him an extra inch to inch and a half in length. She wondered if the person doing this to him, had known what they were doing, or if they had done it totally by accident. It would have been very painful at the time that it was done. She knew of different methods to manually "pop" the pubic ligament, giving the male some additional length, normally a process that is done frequently and over an extended period of time. The male, or the owner of a slave would have to be pretty determined to put the slave through such an ordeal to make his cock longer. But in some cases, it would be well worth it. This was not one of those cases.

She estimated that his cock was over six inches prior to the lengthening. Now he was just over eight inches. His modification had been done very well, but wasted since the vast majority of women could not take his length anyway. As she continued to probe the damaged area, she watched him closely for any signs of pain or discomfort. It appeared to her that he had been altered for some time, since he did not show any sign of pain. 

She continued to probe the mushy area, feeling along the top and down both sides of the thickly muscled cock. It obviously felt good to the slave, as he lay back softly moaning. On both sides of his cock she could feel somewhat the same as she felt on the top. All around his cock, at the base, she could feel the same soft mushy feel where the muscles and the pubic ligament had been stretched or pulled out all together. Because of this his cock would be very limber, able to bend 90 degrees in any direction, whether it was flat against his pubic bone, flat against his pelvis, or bent down far between his legs. It was obvious to the doctor that he had been through a lot of modification, probably against his will. 

By this time, the doctor had become more than aroused by her closer examination. She was sopping wet and she could easily feel her engorged pussy lips. Her clit was tingling and reminded her moment to moment that it needed attention. All this time she had never even touched it. Stepping back from the table she decided that she could do more of her exam in a different position, satisfying two problems at the same time. Ross was laying still his eyes closed dreamily, his cock still at a stage that looked as if it would burst. His ball sack was still laying soft and flat on the table, waiting for the next level of arousal. The doctor moved closer towards his face, leaning down close to him. Almost in a whisper, she asked, "Am I hurting you?"

"Ummm, no, please continue," he moaned.

She walked around to where his hands were still restrained above his head. Using a wooden box, she stepped up onto it and climbed onto the exam table. Being above his arms, she carefully crawled on her hands and knees, down the length of his body. She moved slowly as her pussy passed directly over his face, allowing him to catch her aroma. She came to a stop once she reached a comfortable position where her face was directly over his pubic area. Even with her short height, she knew that they were both positioned perfectly to explore each other. She wanted to explore him further and part of the exam was to see what his reaction to her would be. 

She held still for several moments, waiting to see if he would make any move toward her. Her legs were spread wide, her knees resting at the top of his shoulders. She was comfortable enough; her hands and arms supporting her upper body above him. She didn't have to wait long for him. She felt the softest touch to her right pussy lip, as if brushed by feather. She couldn't contain it as her breath sucked in, an obvious sign of her arousal. She held still for a moment, waiting since he had stopped, the moment he heard her suck in air. After a few moments, she felt it again; the same soft touch on her right pussy lip. Her lips were already engorged and this only heightened it. She could feel her entire pussy tingle as the soft touch became a little stronger. He was now softly licking her pussy lip, barely caressing it with his tongue. 

She brought her breathing under control and fought to contain her concentration. She opened her mouth wide and pressed her face down to his cock head, taking it in slowly, sucking deeply. His body tensed as her tongue began to dart all around the thick head. She could hear his breath as he sucked in, feeling her mouth perform on him. She almost immediately felt the head flare wide in her mouth, signaling the rise in his arousal level. She continued this, pushing her tongue as far as she could into the wide-open mouth of her fat toy. Her hand clutched at his shaft, pulling upward, drawing the foreskin up tight and over the head. He winced as she held the tight grip on his captured thick skin. She kept him captured in her mouth, sucking hard and pulling the foreskin in deeper with the suction. 

His hips pushed upward against her face, the cock head trapped in her mouth. He only sped up his oral manipulation of her pussy making her body shake as she tried to continue the suction to his organ. He was now lapping at her, hungrily, tasting her. This new slave was unlike any slave she had before. He was trying to give, more than he was receiving. It was becoming a battle to see who would cum first. His training had taught him to pleasure the woman first. 

As she continued working on him, he dipped his tongue between the puffy lips, sending an immediate shock through her body. She stopped only long enough to enjoy the sensations. As his tongue pushed deeper between her lips, he gathered the copious amount of lubrication and moved upward, coating her clit. She sucked in hard as her entire body tensed. She couldn't believe that the slave had so much affect on her body. She felt as if she were on the verge of cumming, every nerve in her genitals on fire. He continued, gently lapping at the hardening bud. She pulled herself together for a moment and continued her oral attack on his cock. She immediately pushed her left hand in between his thigh and ball sack. As her fingers curled around his left ball, she could feel his body tense up. She squeezed it hard and began to suck harder on the flared head. Immediately she could hear his breathing become more erratic. It appeared to her that he could be nearer to orgasm than she thought. But as she progressed with his body, she also moved to the next level. 




The New Slave Ch. 05



I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as I did writing it.

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I must have dozed off with those thoughts swimming in my head because next thing I knew I am waking up to Sir gently shaking me.

"Wake up slave boy, time for some more training."

He helps me up and out of the cage.

"Sir, those boys, will I have to share you with them?" I ask, this was a bold thing for me to do.

"Good God no," he says sharply, "they are here for your pleasure, I will only administer discipline with them. All will come clear to you soon."

I want to say that I don't need them to please me, that Sir is more than enough for me but instead I just thank him. I am led to the cross where I am tied to it facing out.

"We are going to do more cum denial tonight but first I think it's time to remove the blindfold," he says.

My heart suddenly thumps loudly, did he say remove the blindfold?

"Thank you Sir," I say swallowing hard.

I'm scared and really excited now, scared in case he's hideous, excited to finally see him. I feel his fingers pull on the strap, it falls away from my face. My eyes had gotten so used to the blindfold that what little light there is in the room is still blinding me. Everything is out of focus but soon that clears. I look around, I can see the cage on the floor, above it various whips and toys. Opposite a padded table, like you find at the doctors. Above me are hooks and chains hanging from the ceiling and to my right is a man, Sir!

I'm looking at his naked body, slim, toned, smooth, his cock hanging menacingly between his legs, it looks magnificent. I look up at his face, oh!, I see a balaclava, he his still hiding his face from me. I feel disappointed and he notices.

"I'm not ready to show you my face yet, in time my boy, in time," he says.

He walks over to me and for the first time I am able to look him in the eyes. They are a deep green and piercing but above all else I see the eyes of the man I love. I want to kiss him, give myself completely, be his lover and as if he could read my mind he leans forward and our lips meet. We kiss tenderly for a moment and he pulls away. I look back into his eyes, those eyes that have me captivated. First it was his voice but now those eyes.

"I hope you're not disappointed with me," he says seriously.

I'm not. I look at his body, the athletic form, the strong arms, that huge cock. I feel my cock stirring, I look down and see it rising.

"Sir, that's how disappointed I am," I say flexing my groin causing my cock to bounce.

He smiles and gives my cock a playful tug.

"Lets get on with your training," he says and walks over to the wall with the toys and selects a few things.

He comes back with the items and places them on the floor next to me. I don't really notice what they are, I'm mesmerised with his cock, the way it swings when he walks, it's beautiful. He picks up what looks like a butt plug except it's made of stainless steel and has a prong at it's base. He lubes it up, places it at my sphincter and with a gentle push it slips in. It feels cold and hard in my anus. He then picks up a steel ring with a prong on and slips it over the head of my cock. It's a little tight but fits snugly under the flange of my bell end, it feels strange. I'm a little alarmed when I see him attach wires to the prongs of the butt plug and the cock ring, what is this for? I then watch him put the other end into a box with dials and buttons. Oh god is he going to electrocute me?

"This is called e-stim," he explains, "it's very pleasurable."

He switches the unit on, I gasp and my cock twitches. The sensation is wonderful, like someone is massaging inside my body between my ass and cock. He tries different settings and I yelp as one of them hurt. He sets the unit to rotate between settings, some times a soft rolling massage to short sharp jolts. It starts of mild and I groan with the pleasurable feeling. He turns up the intensity and my cock stiffens even harder. As he increases the intensity it starts to become a little painful but very erotic.

"Now remember, you are not allowed to cum," he orders, his voice sounding stern.

"Yes sir," I reply.

I throw my head back and enjoy the sensations sometimes painful but sometimes pleasurable. I'm whimpering loudly now and my voice is high pitched as the unit causes my body to spasm intensely from my anus up through my cock. My cock is leaking, a steady stream of pre cum now trickling down its shaft. I feel that familiar build up and it's out of my control.

"Arrrgh Sir! Please stop, I don't want to cum," I shout.

He turns off the unit and my pending orgasm subsides. I'm panting and sweating and amazed at how electricity can induce such phenomenal pleasure. After a few minutes he starts the unit again. I look at him standing next to me, he is now aroused and his cock is almost fully erect. It's beautiful, as long as mine but thicker, with a smooth tight ball sack at it's base. I want to devour it, I want that monster inside me. He comes closer and adds to my pleasure by gently stroking my skin, from the souls of my feet to under my arms which he knows now causes me to squirm in uncontrollable laughter. His fingers tickle and tease my tight ball sack and tweak my nipples. Every time I near to an orgasm he turns off the unit and my cock bounces wildly.

This lasts for what seems like hours, I'm beside myself with agony of nearing an orgasm time after time yet being denied. I'm at the stage now where I'm constantly teetering on the edge of an orgasm. My body is hypersensitive to touch and my nipples are so erect you could hang clothes off them. I keep thinking that soon Sir is going to let me cum, then he doesn't. I'm in absolute torment.

"PLEEEAAAAASSSEE! I NEED TO CUM, PLEASE SIR LET ME CUM!" I'm begging so hard now the torment overwhelming me. The pre-cum is flowing more than ever and all my shaft is wet and sticky with it. I look at Sir and he is hard as rock, pre-cum flowing from his cock at almost the same rate. It looks like he is almost in a state of near orgasm too from just watching me get pleasured. Then Sir does something that totally shocks me.

"Ok, thats enough for today," he says.

"What? But Sir I haven't cum yet," I protest.

"No, and you're not going to today," he adds.

I'm stunned, my cock and balls feel like they're going to explode. I have the hardest erection I have every had in my life and he's going to deny me until tomorrow!

"Noooooo! Please Sir, please, please, please, I need to cum so bad?" I start crying.

"You'll be fine," he says pecking my on my lips.

He unties me and to make sure I don't touch my cock he ties my hands behind my back. I'm still protesting as he leads me out of the cellar my cock swaying as I walk. We walk into a utility room with washing machines and dryers and at the one end a shower cubicle. He walks me over to it and puts me inside but doesn't get in with me. My cock is aching so bad and my erection isn's subsiding. He turns on the water.

"AARRRGHHH! FUCK! SIR! IT'S FREEZING!" I try to escape it but he holds me there.

He makes sure my cock is getting the flow of water and sure enough it's having the desired effect. It's now deflating. I'm still reeling and trying to escape the flow but his grip is strong. Eventually my cock is shrivelled to the smallest I have ever seen it and sir immediately puts on the chastity device. I groan in utter frustration, my groin harbouring a deep ache from the build up of cum that has yet to be released. I'm cold too, he pulls me out the shower shivering. He puts a towel round me and hugs me to warm me up. I tremble against him and I lower my head on his shoulder. He rubs my body vigorously the friction warming my skin. Right now I hate him, for keeping me on the edge for so long and denying me at the last moment. It feels like such a wicked thing to do, yet as he rubs my body and I'm leaning against his I feel a contentment. He lifts my head up and looks into my eyes.

"Tonight is the first time I have been able to look into your eyes," he says.

He's right, until now I've always been blindfolded so wouldn't have know what my eyes look like.

"And I have to say, they are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen," he adds.

Aww fuck! There goes any hate I had for him. Now all I feel is pure love for the man and I just want to melt into him.

He leads me back into the cellar and up to the cage.

"Before you go in your cage I need to put the blindfold back on you," he says.

"Aww, Sir do I have to?" I protest whimpering.

"Yes," he replies as he puts it on. Soon everything is dark again.

He guides me into the cage and tells me to lie down. As I do so he covers me with a quilt and closes the door. I think I nod off pretty much straight away.

I wake some time later and hear breathing. I lift my head to see where it's coming from. It seems to be at the side of my cage. I listen carefully, it sounds slow and heavy. I hear a short snore, Ah! It's Sir he's sleeping next to my cage. I wish I was in his arms sleeping together. I move to the side of the cage to be closer to him.

I whisper to him, "I love you Sir."

But he doesn't stir, I drift back off to sleep.



The New Slave Ch. 05



As soon as he recovered from her squeezing, his mouth engulfed her clit sucking it hard into his mouth. She couldn't stand the politeness any more, as her body buckled on top of him. Her fingers gripped his ball tight, her mouth stopped in mid sucking. Her mouth rose off of his cock as she moaned out loud. He continued on her sucking harder, almost holding her on him, with his mouth. By this point she had no intention of stopping or getting off of the new slave. She held onto his cock tightly her other hand still pumping the huge ball. She now even allowed her moans to be outright, no longer subdued. He was making her cum and she didn't care if he knew. 

His mouth was working faster on her clit, pausing only momentarily to gather more of her thick fluid as lubrication. He was working quickly, feeling her responses and knowing that she was quickly approaching orgasm. Her body stiffened as his tongue began pushing her clit from side to side, back and forth. It was almost as if he was vibrating it quickly with his mouth. She couldn't take it as she felt the wild sensation in her body quickly change to orgasm, spreading outward into her thighs and belly. 

"Ohhhhhh," she began to moan, softly. Her entire body began to shake as she moaned loudly. He only quickened his pace, lapping hard at the engorged clit. He had no ability to hold her down on him, but she wasn't trying to get up. She pressed her mound into his face, grinding as the orgasm spilled completely over her. Still shaking, she was holding onto the only thing that she could grasp, his cock and one of his balls. The raw sensations ran through her entire body, her toes curling as her neck and head rolled back, in one long loud moan. He didn't stop, knowing that she was fully engulfed in the feelings. Only as her body shaking began to lessen did he slow his attack on her throbbing clit. 

After only a few moments, she dropped onto him, exhausted, her pubic mound resting on his face, the rest of her body on top of him. She still clutched the quivering ball and softening cock in her hand. In what seemed like forever, she slowly came around to realizing that she had been crushing his ball. In seeing his cock deflating she rose up, quickly releasing the death grip on his tender parts. Fearing that she had hurt him, she quickly sucked the semi hard cock head into her mouth and began to rhythmically squeeze the blood back into the battered ball. He moaned out loud, signaling to her that he was recovering quickly. 

Turning back toward him, she asked, "did I hurt you?" 

His only response was to begin softly licking her pussy once again. She was too sensitive at that moment and couldn't bear the pressure on her still quivering clit. She raised her butt up high, taking her pussy out of the range of his mouth. She looked back down and saw that he was quickly becoming harder. Dropping her mouth back onto him, she sucked him in hard. She was surprised as his foreskin 'popped' into her mouth, being almost more than she could take in. Still feeling the throes of a powerful orgasm, she continued sucking hungrily at the hardening flesh. She knew that he wasn't in pain as she felt his hips push upward, against her. And it was obvious that his ball wasn't hurt as she continued to squeeze and release it. 

She had learned years before that the male's orgasm can be drastically controlled, depending on what you do to the balls. Working them hard would mean a heavier load pulled out of them, while not touching them produced smaller amounts of the cream. She squeezed harder on the fleshy orb and sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could physically stand. He was huge and she couldn't begin to get all of him into her mouth. It didn't matter; it was the head and foreskin that she wanted to work on. He was encouraged, his hips beginning to undulate under her assault. She wanted him to cum as hard as he had made her cum. She didn't think it possible, considering what he had been through already today. 

Her mouth continued working hard on him as her left hand probed deep into his sack. The left ball had been worked enough. She wanted to exercise the right one. Finding it she wrapped her fingers around it tightly. As her mouth softly bit down on his cock shaft, her hand squeezed the sensitive ball, hard. His hips shot up immediately as a long moan escaped him.

He was close and she was going to force him. She began to rhythmically squeeze the right ball, faster and faster, her mouth sucking him in harder and faster. He was now panting, his pelvis jerking under her suctioning mouth. Hearing his panting, she only squeezed harder, almost crushing his ball in her grip. He jerked hard as she bit down on him, feeling the head flare wide. Even with her tongue, she could feel the wide split in his cock head, almost as if it were opening. With a second or two, his hips thrust upward hard. Immediately she felt the first warm thick spurt erupt from his cock. Her mouth filled instantly with the thick cream as her hand continued the manual pumping of the quivering ball. After several more hard squeezes, her hand grabbed the other one, forcing it to pump harder, excreting more of the thick goo. Her mouth filling, she couldn't swallow fast enough. His cream was pouring out of her mouth, cascading into long rivulets from her chin. She continued using her mouth and hand till she could no longer feel him bucking under her. She had pressed down into him, just to hold both of them on the table. 

As she felt the last spurts hit the roof of her mouth, she could feel him relaxing, his body only trembling as he began to grow soft. She continued to gently suck on him, pulling the last remnants of his sperm from him. Her hand was now softly squeezing the mushy sack. He was spent, she thought to herself, but she had seen this same reaction from him already today. He lay there, softly breathing as she continued to coax the soft cock in her hand. Rising up from him, she saw that he was covered in sperm from his thighs to his lower stomach. She couldn't believe it. The amount was incredible. There was no way that she could have taken all of that by swallowing. 

He was softly moaning as she stopped and rose up. She reversed her position over him and came face to face with him, softly kissing his neck and chest. She had not felt this good in years. She settled back, her pussy lying softly on his flaccid cock. "I would untie you but I just can't, not at this early stage. I hope you understand," she whispered into his ear. 

"Ummm, I have no problem with that," he moaned to her.

She could barely move and just sat resting on top of him. She was spent, exhausted by one of the most powerful orgasms that she had felt in years. She was also more than satisfied with her purchase of this new slave. This one was a shockingly good purchase. He had already showed her more sperm in one afternoon, than 10 of her slaves together. This male would become a virtual milking machine soon. His produce alone could almost guarantee excess in her cosmetic productions. The doctor would no longer have to worry about keeping up with new slaves.

As she lay there nuzzling his neck, her body fully relaxing, she began to feel a lump under her pussy. She thought that the new slave possibly was asleep, his breathing deep and relaxed. He should be, after all that had been done to him during the day. At first she was surprised since his cock fit so well under her crouched pussy and thighs. But now, she was beginning to feel something. Rising up off of him she looked down between her thighs and was amazed to see that his cock was thicker than it had been only moments before. She watched for a moment, seeing that it was lengthening and getting much thicker. She glanced back up at him to find that he was not asleep, but watching her and smiling. He was also taking in her breasts, her nipples no longer hard, but soft. He was quickly becoming aroused again. 

"I don't believe it, " she said, reaching down and gently grasping the growing organ. "I have never seen a man put out as much sperm as you have today, even in two or three days!" 

Watching her closely, he told her, "I have been trained to serve, and do you not want me to serve you?" 

She wrapped her fingers around the huge cock and began to softly rub it, pulling the foreskin all the way back, before pulling it up over the enlarged head. "I definitely want you to serve," she said laughing. Just seeing him growing brought about more heat to her very tired, but eager pussy. 

Within a few moments he was completely erect, more pre-cum leaking from the overused cock head. She continued rubbing it, not believing that he could be ready to go again. Looking back at him and smiling, she maneuvered her body down lower, and then rubbed the head between her still tingling pussy lips. She pulled the hard toy back and forth between her lips, mixing their juices and brushing it against her still very sensitive clit. Just it touching her clit sent shivers up and down her spine. If he was ready to play, so was she, probably more than he was. She played with his cock as if it was a dildo, using her hand to guide it to her sensitive spots. 

Glancing under her, between her thighs, she could see that the massive ball sack was lying softly between his legs, not yet aroused enough to tighten up. This was a good sign. She lowered her body a little, allowing the head to push up against her opening. Holding it there and balancing herself over him, she reached back under her and began to work his balls. Using one hand, she would first squeeze and roll one ball around inside the sack, then switch to the other one. Doing this for several minutes, she could feel his cock head flare at her entrance. She felt it engorge as she pushed down onto him, only slightly. He was huge and she knew to take it slow. The head pushed into her gradually, her pussy immediately contracting from the sensation of being stretched. Lubrication was not a problem, being thickly spread over both of them. He was still more than covered in his own sperm, making him very lubricated. 

After resting for a moment, she slowly eased down onto him a little more. With the head nestled deep within her, she slid down another inch, feeling herself open wider as the shaft began to penetrate her. Glancing at him, she saw that he was casually watching her, alternating his glances between her face and her breasts. Her nipples were no longer soft, but pointing out and very hard. She again had to push herself downward, allowing another inch or so to push into her. She had never been stretched like this. It was almost painful, but such a sweet pain. She felt as if her entire pussy was feeling him, an inch at a time. He was about half way inside her when she relaxed her thighs and gradually slid down his entire shaft. The base of his cock was only a little bit wider than the rest of his shaft, causing her to lose her breath for a moment. 

Resting with him fully buried inside of her, she just sat and enjoyed the full feeling. She had never been this full before. Holding still she could actually feel him pulsing inside of her. She could also feel that is cock head had softened, no longer flared wide. He felt wonderful inside of her, and she felt wonderful on top of him. They both sat there, watching each other. Within a moment he gently pushed upward, pushing a little more into her. She gasped as she felt the head flare and go deeper into her. Her eyes closed as she let the sensations roll through her. 

She was quickly approaching orgasm and could feel it boiling up inside of her. He had only pushed slightly into her and she was already nearing a climax. She leaned forward, resting her hand on his shoulders, allowing his cock to put more pressure against her clit. Then she gently rose up from him, only so slightly. Immediately she relaxed and slid back down onto him fully. She was only allowing a small amount of him to move in and out of her, fearing any forceful thrusting would tear her apart. She continued to gently rise up off of him, and then lower herself a little at a time. She was becoming use to the huge cock inside of her, her muscles gradually getting use to being stretched. She began to pick up her speed, increasing the amount of his cock going in and out of her. 

There was no doubt that they both were both more than lubricated, as she could feel their juices pooling on both their pubic mounds. She kept this up for a few minutes as she felt her pussy began to grasp at his cock. She started to move up and down on him faster letting the thick cock plunge deeper into her. He was matching her movements, thrusting deeply into her. She could feel that he was getting close to cumming also, his cock head was continuously flared, signaling that he was ready to spurt his cream. She surmised that there couldn't be that much left in him, after having extracted so much from him already.

He was beginning to pant, pulling on his wrist restraints, his hips thrusting hard into her. Her pussy had fully accommodated him, no longer feeling stretched. It was clutching hard at him with every stroke, almost as if holding it captive inside her. Her orgasm erupted deep inside her, spreading outward violently. Her pussy clutched at him, her thighs and knees pressing into his thighs to steady her. He thrust hard into her several quick times and then suddenly stopped, his hips thrust upward as the first heavy spurts shot deep into her. She was now panting, her pussy convulsing around his spewing cock. One spurt after another shot into her as they both reeled from the intensity of the mutual climax. Within a few moments she could no longer feel the spurting but could feel his cock spasming inside her. Her orgasm was fading, her stomach and thighs still tensed hard from the pounding inside her tender pussy. 

She relaxed her arms, falling onto his chest but still holding onto him tightly. She could feel the warm thick fluid seeping out of her, forced out by the tightness of her pussy clutching at his cock. He was spent, his eyes closed and his breathing slowly returning to normal. She could barely move as she lay exhausted on his chest. The quivering in her pussy lingered even as she began to feel him soften inside of her. Her legs were aching from the pressure they exerted, holding onto him. She had never felt this good. She could feel him beginning to slide out of her, his cock rapidly deflating. 

As the gooey head slipped from her entrance, she could feel a warm gush of fluid pour out of her. Again she was amazed at what she thought would be a dry orgasm. Once again he had cum more than an average male. But this time he was spent. She lay back down on his chest, her head tucked between his head and his shoulder. He was breathing deeply, peacefully, exhausted by several different women over the course of an afternoon. She wondered if he would still be interested in her as much as he was today, after the trainers were done with him. She could only hope that he was. She lay there with him, listening to his deep breathing as he slept. After a short time, she slowly crawled off of him and moved off of the exam table. Moving quietly around him, she unfastened the ankle restraints, freeing his legs. He didn't stir. She picked up the phone and called her security chief, telling her to come to the lab with some help. At that point she reached up over his head and released his wrist restraints. He was still sound asleep. She just stood there watching him. As she heard the security personnel at her lab door, she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.



The New Slave Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Security Takes Over

Rachel and her security team entered the lab and found the slave rolled over on the exam table, completely exhausted and sound asleep. Even Rachel was amazed, seeing the exhausted and disheveled look to her boss. Dr Sherry still had a lot of the thick evidence on her lower stomach, pubic area and thighs. She stood, almost dazed, at the head of the exam table slowly putting on a lab coat to cover herself. Rachel and her team moved in and quickly handcuffed the sleeping Ross. Sitting him up on the exam table, he was barely awake when they helped him down. 

“Go ahead and put him up, I think that he deserves some rest. I’ve never seen any male put out as much as he has. You think that he’d be empty.” The doctor just stood, staring at the exhausted slave. 

“I would have thought that he was already exhausted when we finished examining him,” Rachel told the doctor. Rachel was also standing and staring at the soft cock hanging down from the slave. Even soft, he was still hugely thick. There was still a slight flow of pre-cum oozing from the raw head. “I was pretty rough on him. By the looks of things, I am assuming that you took more out of him, after we left,” Rachel mumbled. She had never seen this much sperm. It was on the slave, the doctor, the exam table, and large puddles on the floor. She couldn’t even begin to estimate the total amount that was evident. 

Dr Sherry gave them some more brief instructions and they quickly took him from the room. 

The slave was taken to what they referred to as a holdover area. This was a room used to temporarily house a slave, usually for only the night, where he could be fully restrained. Ross was taken to the holdover. The room was normally only used when a brand new slave was brought to the facility. It was very small but heavily secured. There was a very small bathroom with shower, and a bed that was bolted to the wall and floor in a corner. Security had designed the room and made it small in the event of a fight with a slave. A smaller room made for a smaller fighting arena. Further, the bed was in the corner, creating a smaller area for a slave to fight back if he didn’t follow orders. Ross was placed in the bed, still sound asleep. His ankles were loosely tied to the lower bedposts and his wrist restraints attached to the headboard, giving him room to be able to move around but not sit up entirely. In this manner, he could still sleep well, even restrained. Then the main light in the room was turned off and the door double locked. Neither entry nor exit could be made without one of the security personnel present, having the correct key.

Prior to leaving her office that night, the doctor already knew that the slave had exhausted her. She only wanted to sleep. But she did spend just enough time at her desk, hand writing her notes about the examination and her instructions for the slave. She had a feeling that she might be sleeping late the next morning. Both she and the slave slept deeply that night.

At just after 6:00am Rachel and another security officer arrived at the holding cell. Rachel looked into the small room and saw the sleeping Ross, almost in the same position that they had left him in, ten hours before. He had been sound asleep when they left him and he appeared to be still sound asleep. Since Rachel had been present during most of the examination the day before, she knew that the slave had good reason to be so tired. What happened after they left the exam room would have increased his level of exhaustion. Rachel was also more than aware of the doctor’s sexual interests and appetite. She had never seen such huge amounts come out of a slave before. She was almost wet, just thinking about the activity of the day before. And here very shortly, the activity would continue. She also knew that the slave would probably not like his new training regimen. 

Dr Sherry had left detailed instructions with Lorin as to what she wanted done with the new slave. She wanted him tested immediately in the morning by security and then taken to the prep room where he would be cleaned up and ‘made ready’ as they called it. These instructions had been passed along to Rachel who was now ready to start the second day with the new slave. The very young security officer with Rachel was somewhat new to the doctor’s facility and was more than excited about her work. Rachel was aware of this, remembering when she first started with the doctor. She laughed to herself knowing that the young woman with her would be more than aroused with the prospect of what they were doing. Rachel could always see it in the new hires, the stares in their eyes as they were given a tour of the milking facility. Rachel had just met this new one. This was her first day at work and was assigned to Rachel for orientation. She would eventually be assigned to the security detail under Rachel, but until then, she was just a new hire. She even had that sleepy look in her eyes, having come to work at 5:00am for a special assignment. 

Rachel stood at the door, surveying the room for the slave’s location and what he was doing. He was still sound asleep. The one thing that did stand out in her view was his cock. Lying on his back, his loincloth was flipped back onto his stomach. A massive erection was sticking up from between his legs. Rachel was still amazed, thinking that he looked longer and thicker today, than he had the day before. She had worked with the doctor long enough to know what she was seeing: a nocturnal erection. When a male is asleep, his body goes through what could be called a systems check. The cock is pumped full of blood becoming erect. Since he is asleep, there is more blood flow to the cock and it has the ability to become firmer and longer. The big give away is the lack of pre-cum. There was none showing at the tip of his cock. The vast misconception is that a male is having an erotic dream, but in truth, it’s just physiological. He could be dreaming about anything from playing sports to digging a ditch, not necessarily erotic. But this afforded Rachel the chance that she needed to carry out the doctor’s instructions. 

The new security officer, Allison, looked into the window and started giggling, seeing for the first time, the slave’s endowment. Rachel had heard it before and just smiled. All of the new hires were this way, almost innocent in their curiosity. Since a lot of them were so young, they were virtually unfamiliar with the male species. 

“Oh my gosh, his thing is so big,” she mumbled, her voice excited. At her young age, she was unfamiliar with males. It was obvious to Rachel that Allison had not dated and had probably never been around a male. Allison’s eyes were wide open and she was almost breathless, as she continued to stare into the small holding cell. 

“It’s not sexual. It’s just that he is asleep and very relaxed. His body is doing a sort of systems check, on his equipment.” Rachel continued to watch Allison as she stared into the room. “Believe me, he was exhausted yesterday. He’s out like a light. I was there during his initial exam.” Allison’s head immediately jerked around toward Rachel.

“Exhausted, exam. What do you mean?” Allison’s curiosity was peaked. She wanted to know more. 

“His exam. You do know what I’m talking about, don’t you? He was purchased yesterday and brought here. The doctor examined him extensively. That’s why he is exhausted.”

Allison looked completely confused. She didn’t understand what Rachel was talking about. 

“How old are you?” Rachel asked her young trainee. 

Lowering her head somewhat, Allison mumbled, “19, but I’ll be 20 in a few months.” 

Rachel quickly realized that she had been correct about Allison. She was very young. Since the Women’s Rights Laws had gone into affect years before, there developed a huge age group of young women that had no knowledge of the male anatomy or their behavior. What they knew had been found in books or pictures, or from word of mouth. There had been no interactive socializing that had been common in everyday life as young males and females came to know each other. To some degree, the days of innocence had begun with the new laws. 

“That’s ok. You shouldn’t be embarrassed. I’ll help you as we go. You do know what this facility is, don’t you? You know what is processed here, don’t you?” Rachel was curious as to what the new hire knew. With her innocence, she might not understand what the doctor was collecting.

“Sperm. When I was interviewed, the doctor told me all about her cosmetics line. She said that the facility was sort of like a dairy, except that male slaves were used instead of cows. I knew that slaves were brought here, and I sort of figured it out from there.” Allison’s eyes brightened and were wide as she talked about the ‘activity’ that took place at her new employment. It was obvious to Rachel that Allison was a lot more than curious. She was excited. 

“Do you have any idea just how this ‘dairy’ works, or how the males are used?” 

Blushing hotly, Allison looked down, “I’m not that naïve. I don’t know the details but I can pretty well figure out what the end result is.” Allison had now begun to shuffle her feet, fidgeting with her hands. She was embarrassed at her young age and didn’t want to be laughed at. 

Rachel just looked at her. “Don’t be embarrassed. Most people know nothing about what we do here. It sounds to me like you’re going to fit in well. I do think that you’re going to like it here.” Rachel smiled warmly at her. “If you want to know anything, or have any questions, ask me. And remember this, don’t ever be embarrassed. You’re going to see and learn a lot of things here. The vast majority of young women of your age won’t ever get to do or see what you’re going to experience.” Allison smiled broadly. It was obvious that she was becoming more relaxed. 

“Ok then, let’s get started. You’ve got a lot to see. I do think that you’re really going to enjoy your work.”

“Oh, I have no doubt about that. No doubt at all,” Allison was getting more excited by the minute. She continued staring into the small room at the sleeping Ross.

Quietly, Rachel unlocked the door and entered the room with Allison behind her. Rachel went to the slave and looked him over closely. He was rock hard but as noted, there was no presence of pre-cum. His cock head was completely dry. All of them could smell the sexual odors that indicated the activity of the day before. He literally reeked of sex. His pubic hair was matted and thick, as well as the hair on his stomach and thighs. 

Rachel quietly laughed, “Rode hard and put up wet,” to no one in particular. Allison had crept up closer to the slave, staying as quiet as she could and watching Rachel for her next move. Neither of them could take their eyes off of the massive cock. Allison had never seen a male’s genitals before, except in books and magazines that she and her friends had kept hidden away. This was her first experience with a real male. Rachel began to explain to her again, the concept of a male sleeping and what an erection was. She made it clear to Allison that what she was seeing was not sexual, but just a physiological function.

“Yea right. Not sexual, just a function,” Allison mumbled, her mouth almost watering as she moved closer to the slave’s waist. She was mesmerized by the fleshy protuberance. 

“But he is huge. I have never seen anything that size.” Allison was beginning to come around and was suddenly curious to learn about what she was seeing. 

“He is a lot bigger than the average male,” Rachel commented, watching Allison closely. “I’ve seen slaves that were bigger than him, some longer, some thicker. Some were just plain monstrous. But this one is pretty thick. It’s his balls that make him valuable to the doctor.” 

“His balls?” Allison asked softly. It was apparent to Rachel that Allison wasn’t totally aware of the ‘activity’ that was performed at the facility. Allison stepped to the slave’s feet, viewing him from a different angle. It quickly became obvious that she had not even noticed his balls, her eyes transfixed on his still erect cock. Allison suddenly gasped out loud. She had just noticed the huge fleshy sack lying down between his thighs. 

“Unfucking believable. I’ve never seen anything like that. Is he ok? Is he injured or is there something wrong with him?” Allison was shocked. She leaned down for a closer look, almost holding her breath. It was obvious to Rachel that Allison had never seen the male anatomy or any of the vast differences in males. 

“Oh, believe me. He is more than ok. He is what we will probably consider very valuable. Those balls are OP’s. They’re over-producers. He is capable of huge amounts of sperm. His body can produce a large amount of sperm continuously.” Rachel just stood back and smiled, watching Allison’s delight as she continued staring at the huge parts of the slave. If Allison was aroused before, she was now getting a full blast of arousal. 

“I can’t believe this. I’ve never seen anything this big, even in the magazines that I’ve looked at. Does he function, I mean, does he, I mean, can he, I mean, …” It was obvious that Allison was getting an entire education with each passing moment. 

“He’s fully functional. I can vouch for that. I was present and got to play with him yesterday, when he first arrived. Why do you think he’s so exhausted?” Believe me, he is more functional than you’d believe. Fabulously functional you might say.” Now it was Rachel’s turn to be smiling. “The more we work on him, the more you’re going to see. Just relax; I’m going to show you a few things right now.”

Rachel went to the small bathroom and got a towel. Folding it up she placed it on the floor next to the slave’s bed, at his hips. She knelt down on the towel and motioned to Allison to take up a position at his feet.

“Kneel down and get comfortable. This might take a little while, but I suspect that it will not. Even though his ankles are restrained, get ready to hold him down, just to keep him from jerking too much.” Rachel watched Allison as she moved in closer to the slave’s ankles. 

Rachel leaned over and gently wrapped her left hand around the base of the thick cock. Grasping it she watched Ross intently. He moved slightly, taking in a deep breath. He was exhausted but beginning to wake up. Rachel nodded at Allison, indicating that she was getting ready to do something. Allison gripped his ankles, bearing down slightly on them. With his arms restrained over his head, he was basically pinned to the bed. Rachel squeezed his cock harder and began to rub it briskly with full long strokes. Ross immediately woke up with a start trying to rise up. Allison saw that he was waking up and pushed down on him, holding him tightly. He jerked hard, again trying to rise up. Rachel just smiled at him, continuing her fast jerking motion. She wondered if he remembered her hands on him from the day before. Even with her hard jerking of his cock, he seemed to settle back down in the bed, knowing what was going to be done to him. 

“Just relax baby, this shouldn’t take but a few seconds. You look as if you’re ready to go again,” Rachel said to him, looking down at the bloated sack. 

“Unbelievable,” was all that Allison could say. She had never seen any sexual activity in her life, except for what she had read about. And to her, reading was nothing like being there to actually watch. Allison was quickly turning into a voyeur. 

The doctor had told Lorin that she wanted a sample taken from him, first thing in the morning. The sample would indicate the motility of his sperm after having been emptied within 12 hours before. This would tell the doctor how fast he was producing new sperm, whether he was what they called an over producer or a sleeper. An ‘OP’ as they called it had ability to produce sperm on a faster and heavier level. A sleeper was a male that didn’t produce very fast. There were two theories on male production. One main school of thinking was that the faster sperm was taken from the male, the faster his production became. If he were drained on a regular basis, he would compensate and produce sperm faster. The other thinking was that the less he was drained, the more he would build up a supply. The doctor had seen both types of males through her facility. She was hoping that the new slave was an OP, producing mass quantities of his milk. 

Rachel knew what the testing was for. She was now quickly pumping the slave’s cock before he could even get fully awake. While still popping it with her tight fist, her other hand reached down between his legs and found the soft ball sack. 

“Hold him tight. He might start bucking. After yesterday, I’m sure that this will hurt a little,” Rachel told Allison without looking at her. Both of them were carefully watching what Rachel’s hands were doing.

She already knew the size of his balls from the day before, and probed deep into his sack finding the left ball, the bigger of the two. She wrapped her fingers around it and began squeezing it, an attempt to help the slave cum quicker. She had played with male slaves for the past several years and still found it to be more than enjoyable for her, not to mention the slave. She, like so many of the female staff, found an extreme sense of control over the male watching him writhe and jerk from an intense orgasm. It was enjoyable to the male, but it was also very enjoyable and erotic to the female giving the pleasure. Rachel found that she liked playing with a large male a lot more than playing with the smaller or average sized males. And this new slave was very very large. 

He was now beginning to pant and Allison was more than enjoying the show. He wasn’t resisting and seemed to be lying back, allowing Rachel to force him to cum. Allison’s eyes were glued to his genitals, watching Rachel expertly jack him off, his hips beginning to thrust and jerk. Allison couldn’t believe that she was getting to watch something so sexual, on her first day. 

“What I am doing to him is a ball manipulation. You’ll learn how to do this, later. But for now, just watch carefully. My fingers are inside his sack, putting a rhythmic pressure on the large tube inside his sack, squeezing it, releasing it, squeezing it, releasing it. In the next few moments, his ball will start to spasm and won’t be able to stop when the sperm starts pumping out.” Rachel continued her manipulation.

“Should I do something or help you?” Allison asked as innocently as she could.

“No, just watch. He’ll erupt in a moment.” Rachel could see that Allison was almost drooling, just enjoying what she was about to see. She couldn’t wait. 

Rachel had kept up a steady pace but now was beginning to pump his cock harder, pulling the foreskin up high over the fat head. Pre-cum was now flowing freely all over Rachel’s hand, making squishy sounds with each stroke. His panting was more erratic and he was very close to cumming. Seeing all of this, Rachel reached into her pocket, quickly pulling out a small vial. The vial was clear plastic, very smooth, about an inch and a half long. It was open on both ends and designed to be pushed into the male’s cock, in order to collect a sample. 

“Did he go?” Allison asked, thinking that the copious amount of pre-cum was sperm. There was so much that it did appear that he had cum. Rachel looked back at her young trainee, wondering where she ever came up with the word, ‘go’. It was a word that only older women used, embarrassed to say the word ‘cum’. 

“No, what you’re seeing is his pre-cum, the fluid that comes out to lubricate him or his partner. See how clear it is?” Rachel had stopped rubbing long enough to let Allison get a good look at the thick clear fluid that was now going everywhere. “When he cums, you’ll see thick heavy spurts of a whitish cream. And believe me, with this slave, it goes everywhere. Just watch.” 




The New Slave Ch. 06



I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as I did writing it.

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I wake to the smell of bacon frying, wow I am so hungry, my stomach rumbles at the aroma. I think about last night and seeing Sir for the first time, albeit wearing a mask but I'm more attracted to him now than I ever was. I think back to when I first realised my homosexuality and when it was I came to accept it.

Sir enters the cellar and opens the cage door.

"Good morning boy, I've made breakfast, are you hungry?" he asks.

"Yes Sir, I'm starving, thank you Sir."

He helps me out the cage and removes the blindfold. I look at Sir, he is naked and still wearing the mask. He removes the device, my cock looks a little deformed from it's cramped quarters but I know it'll soon get back to it's regular shape. He leads me up the stairs and into the utility room, the sunlight is streaming through a window and blinds me. I cry out in pain.

"Sun hurting your eyes?" he asks. I nod, squinting.

He leads me down a hallway, the carpet beneath my feet feels deep and very soft. We end up in a room, my eyes are still hurting from the sunlight so I can't make out any features, except this room also has the nice soft carpet. Sir stands behind me, puts his arms around me and kisses my neck. I feel his cock touch my hands so I instinctively wrap my slender fingers around it causing him to sigh.

"Look in the mirror, boy," he instructs.

I squint, my eyes are slowly getting accustomed to the light. I can make out a naked boy in front of me and realise it's me in a full length mirror. I look away shamefully. I have always suffered from low self esteem and seeing myself naked in the mirror doesn't help it any.

"I see me Sir," I say looking at the floor, nice carpet.

"And what do you see that is wrong with you?" he asks further. 

I feel uneasy and continue to stare at the floor. He grabs my chin and forces me look back in the mirror.

"Tell me! What do you see wrong with you?" he persists.

"I'm puny! I'm too thin! I'm ugly! I have too many spots and I'm too damn shy!" I blurt out.

I have never told anyone how I feel about myself before and I suddenly feel an emotional release bringing tears to my eyes.

"Wrong!" he says, "Would you like to know what I see?"

I nod.

"I see a beautiful young man, with a beautiful body. This body is so sexy, look at your curvy hips." he explains as his hands run over my hips. "Look at your chest, it's perfect, with delicious pert little nipples," he tweaks them as he says this causing me to whimper. "Look at this beautiful face, there will be a lot of people that will fall in love with this face, believe me. And look at this magnificent cock! You are going to give and get a lot of pleasure from this," he says stroking my cock.

It starts to swell from his gentle touch, I must admit I do like my cock. I think about what he said about people falling in love with my face. I want to say 'But I want you to fall in love with me'.

"No there is only one thing wrong with you," he adds.

I look at his eyes in the mirror expecting the worst.

"You're too pale, you don't get in the sun enough so today we are going to do a spot of sunbathing."

I smile, "that sounds nice Sir."

He takes my arm and leads me through the house. I get a good look at the room we was in, it's his bedroom. The room is large with a king sized bed dominating it. There are built in wardrobes along one wall, a dresser by the window and a large flat screen TV on the wall opposite the bed. The walls are a dark red and the furnishings are a combination of black and cream. The bed clothes are silk and I look at the bed with envious eyes wishing I could spent the night in there with him.

He leads me into a hall way and I realise there are no stairs, this house is a bungalow. We end up in the kitchen, it is beautiful. A high gloss black granite worktop lines three of the walls while the other leads in to a large conservatory. The units are high gloss white and there are various stainless steel appliances around the work top. In the centre is an island with stools around and freshly made breakfast laid out on top. I can't help but notice that there is only one plate of food and I wonder if this is mine then perhaps Sir has already eaten.

Sir sits on the a stool and pulls me to him telling me to sit on his lap. I can't do it alone as my hands are still tied behind my back so he helps me. He then feeds me my breakfast. I feel somewhat silly, slightly humiliated at being fed but it makes me feel like a young boy again being looked after by a caring parent. Those feelings give way to a sense of romance, his actions seemingly loving, slightly erotic even.

"I'm having some friends over today, they are going to join us for sunbathing," he says, "you'll like them, they're nice people and I want you to meet them."

I feel somewhat nervous a meeting these people but I've always suffered with that and I was hoping to spent the day with sir alone.

After breakfast we head out into the garden, it's very large with a high hedge surrounding it. There are no houses in sight, it seems very secluded. I notice on the lawn two beach towels side by side, one for Sir and one for me I guess. The one beach towel is situated in the centre of four pegs in the ground and I realise what these are for. If he ties me to these I will be completely vulnerable when his visitors arrive.

Sure enough I am made to lie face down on the towel while he ties my feet and hands to the pegs. He disappears and returns holding a bottle of sun lotion. He rubs it into my pale skin, his large soft hands kneading my tight white skin. I relax and enjoy his touch, he soon get's to my bare ass and rubs some into my crack, I lift my butt to give him better access. His finger probes my anus spending longer there than he needs to, my cock stiffens. He reaches under and pulls my cock down so it is between my legs, he strokes it till it is nearly fully erect. It feels a little uncomfortable but very sexy. He finishes applying my lotion then sits on his towel and applies the lotion to his front.

We lie like that for quite a while, Sir occasionally leaning over to play with my ass and cock, keeping me hard. We talk about college and the courses I'm attending, and what I want to do when I leave. I try to learn more about Sir but he is very evasive. 

Shortly the door bell rings and Sir get's up to answer. I'm suddenly aware my bare ass and hard cock are totally visible.

"Oooh! V! That is adorable!" a voice says, "is it a new garden ornament?"

I hear others laugh.

"Fellas, I'd like to introduce my boy, Daniel," Sir says, he used my name again.

I crane my neck round to see three men behind me, one of them Sir. One of them is carrying a few extra pounds around his belly and looks to be in his fifties as he has the beginnings of grey hair. He is wearing khaki shorts and a t-shirt which does nothing to help his figure. He is quite attractive and has eyes that smile even when he isn't. The other is slim, not quite as thin as me but tall with it, I guess around six foot. He is wearing cut off jeans and a black tank top, his head shaved making him look a little intimidating. He is also wearing a dog collar with a leash attached that his being held by the older man. I estimate his age to be twenties or so, he also has a hungry look in his eyes.

"Pleased to meet you boy Daniel," the older man says smiling.

"Boy this is Mr G and his boy Robbie," Sir introduces.

I smile and say, "hello."

I blush as I notice they aren't looking at my face, they are transfixed on my cock.

"My that is impressive," says Mr G.

"We'll have a little play later," Sir says.

I push my face into the towel, this is going to be a long afternoon.

"Looks like your boy want's to start play now," sir laughs.

I look round to see Robbie kneeling between my legs, he looks up at Sir.

"Please Mr V may I?" he asked.

"Oh your boy is so polite," Sir says, "well just a quick lick."

Robbie bends down and runs his tongue up the length of my cock causing me to shudder.

"That's enough" says Mr G pulling on Robbie's lead, "we'll have time for that later."

Robbie moans disappointedly. Sir gets back on his towel to my right and lies back to sun himself. I look to my left and Robbie has placed his towel right next to mine. He removes his clothes and I look at his cock, it's a good size around eight inches, it looks a little bigger as he is wearing a cock ring making his cock stick further out from his groin. It is now semi erect as he sees me staring at it, I look at him and he smiles as he pushes his hips forward to make it look even more impressive. I now want to feel that cock in my mouth and I lick my lips, my own dick getting very stiff indeed.

Robbie lies down on his side facing me, his face inches from mine. He places his hand on my head and strokes my hair then runs his fingers down my back. I groan a little, his touch feels just like Sir's.

"Do you like Robbie?" sir asks.

I turn to look at him, "Yes Sir, he has kind eyes."

"Oh lord he is such a sweetheart," I hear Mr G say.

I look up to see he has placed his towel at my head and is lying facing me in between my arms, his hairy belly facing me, I shudder again. My eyes are drawn to his cock, JESUS! IT'S MASSIVE! I look in disbelief as it has to be all of eight inches soft but not only that, it's thick, really thick! Robbie see's me looking, my jaw must have been wide open.

"It still hurts even now and he's been fucking me for five years" he whispers in my ear.

My eyes widen as I turn to look at Robbie.

"He fucks you with that thing?" I whisper incredulously.

They all laugh. I feel embarrassed, Robbie sees this and kisses me, his lips sweet and tender. I giggle and say I wouldn't mind seeing that, Robbie winks at me.

For the next hour or so we talk about different things, Sir and Mr G talking about people I don't know and a party that Sir is throwing in a few days.

"Thanks for inviting us to the party," Mr G says, "but I'm afraid we can't make it, Robbie and I have had our vacation booked before we got the invite.'

"That's ok, you'll be missed tho, especially Robbie," Sir says laughing.

"Yes he can be the life of a party," Mr G replies laughing too.

"It's a pity because Daniel here and two new slaves I've found are going to be naked serving boys," Sir says.

"Sir?" I say my voice sounding alarmed.

"It's ok boy, I won't let anything bad happen to you," Sir reassures me stroking my hair.

"Oh you'll love it," Mr G says, "Your masters party's are legendary and so much fun."

I should learn to trust Sir more now, every time he's suggested something that has alarmed me has usually been a wonderful pleasurable experience.

"Time to turn you over," Sir says. "but first I need you to oil my back."

He gets up and unties me then lays face down on his towel. I get up and straddle his back my cock semi hard running up the middle. 

"Oh and no trying to get your self off," he commands.

"Yes Sir," I reply.

I get the lotion and apply it over his shoulders and back, he already has a nice tan and the oil is making it look darker. My hands rub down his sides and he groans, I get a wicked idea and I tickle his sides. He bucks and laughs loudly.

"Ha ha, stop that, young man," he gasps, "you're supposed to be putting lotion on me."

"Sir is ticklish," I giggle and tickle him some more.

"Arrgh! Stop, other wise I'll whip your ass," he shouts.

I stop, not sure if he is serious or not. I move further down, my cock now resting in the crack of his ass. I wonder if Sir likes being fucked and whether or not he would let me fuck him. I look over to Robbie who is having his back oiled my Mr G, all the time they have been there Robbie's eyes haven't left me. I finish rubbing lotion into Sir's skin. I continue to oil up Sir, my hands now at his ass. It's nicely shaped and slightly hairy. I run my fingers down his crack and he moans, I find his hole and I'm tempted to drop down there are then and lick him out. Doing it front of strangers is the only thing that stops me, I feel very self conscious. I finish oiling Sirs legs.

"Finished Sir," I inform him.

Sir instructs me to lie on my back and he ties my hands and feet back to the pegs.

"Would you like to help me oil my boy up?" he asks the others.

Soon they are surrounding me, Robbie between my legs Sir to my left and Mr G to my right. I closed my eyes to the sensation of six hands oiling and caressing my naked body. Robbie is taking special attention to my cock, taking long strokes making sure the whole length is oiled up. I groan in the ecstasy of many hands feeling me up and surprisingly Mr G's touch is as gentle and soft as Sir's and Robbie's, I'm in seventh heaven.

"Mr V, my I suck his cock sir?" I hear Robbie say.

"Yes but don't make him cum," Sir replies, "I was giving him a cum denial for three hours last night so he's a loaded gun waiting to go off."

I feel Robbie's lips slip over my cock head, I look down to watch him engulf my cock and for the first time in my life I see my cock slipping into someone else's mouth, its unbelievably erotic.

"Three hours?" I hear Mr G say, "what method did you use?"

"E-stim," Sir replied.

"Ooh you bastard, that must have been agony for him,"

"He was crying in the end," Sir said with pride in his voice.

"And he hasn't cum yet since last night?"

"Not yet, fancy giving me a hand to video it when he does?" Sir asks.

"Sir?" I ask not sure if I heard him right.

"It's just a little memento of you're biggest cum shot yet to cum," Sir laughs.

I suddenly shout as I reach a climax.

"Stop! Sir please!"

Robbie pulls away looking very pleased, my cock twitches wildly and I'm panting heavily. Sir kisses me and tickles my testicles knowing full well it delays my edge from subsiding.

They get back onto their towels. Robbie and sir lying either side of me, stroking my skin, teasing my nipples, rubbing my cock to keep it hard and occasionally kissing my neck and ears. Mr G has moved his towel to between my legs and is now lying on his front sucking on my balls and flicking his tongue down my perineum to my tight hole. I am now back to the state I was in last night, groaning constantly in desire as the dire need to cum overwhelms my body. 

I look at Sir, his cock is leaking pre-cum and I want it in my mouth. I lick my lips, Sir sees this and gets up. He grabs something from behind himself and positions himself kneeling above my head. I look up his cock is right above my face, I stretch to lick his ball sack but I can't quite reach. He grabs his towel, rolls it up and put's it under my shoulders. My head falls back my throat now stretched. He pushes down on his cock and feeds it into my open mouth, I can't move my head in this position so Sir slowly fucks my mouth. I can feel his cock slide down my throat as I swallow it deep.

"Damn that is hot!" I hear Mr G say, "Robbie get over here."

Sir picks up his pace and is fucking my face now, I can't see his face but I can tell he is close. As his cock moves down my throat the scent of his pure manliness enters my nostrils. I feel him shudder and he pulls out just as he shoots a massive load over my open mouth and down my stomach.

"Shit V, did you cum already?" I heard Mr G say.

"Yeah," he says laughing between pants, "this boy gets me so damn fucking horny." I smile.

"ARRRGH FUCK!" Robbie screams.

I lookup to see an unbelievable sight. Robbie is on his back, legs are pressed against his body and and Mr G is on top sliding the biggest cock I think the world has ever seen let alone me into the poor boy's ass. I have no idea the full length as some of his cock is in Robbie's ass but there is still a good eight inches visible. It's thickness is thicker than my forearm! I gasp in disbelief as the huge tool slides into the boy's ass, deeper and deeper. Robbie is grasping at the grass, his face turning red with the pain. To my utter amazement Mr G gets the whole of his cock buried deep inside Robbie. He then pulls slowly out, when I think he is at the end more comes out. How long is this fucking cock! Eventually he reaches the tip, it has to be at least a whopping eleven inches.

"Isn't that the hottest thing you've ever seen?" Sir asks.

"Fuck yeah!" I say

I look up at Sir still standing over me, "Please Sir don't let him near my ass with that, I wouldn't be able to take it." 

Sir laughs loudly, "Don't worry boy, he would ruin you for me if I let him fuck you."

I smile again. I look back and see Mr G now sliding the full length of his giant cock in and out of Robbie's ass. Robbie looks at me with pure lust on his face, he lifts up his cock lets out an almighty groan. His cock pulses and cum flies out hitting him squarely on his face, again and again it bolts streams of hot ropey cum over his face and chest. Mr G is fucking him fast now and grunting and moaning heavily, he suddenly pushes hard into Robbie causing him to scream in pain and I can tell Mr G is dumping his load into Robbie's ass. Mr G collapses on Robbie and they lie there panting, Robbie still looking at me.

I am so horned up now and all my being is screaming out to cum. I look up at sir with pleading eyes.

"Please Sir, I want to cum so bad, please may I cum?" I beg.

"Ok I think it's about time," Sir agrees, "You may want to watch this guys, G will you take the camera."

I hadn't noticed but Sir had been videoing us the whole time, I so want to watch that back later. Mr G takes the camera and Sir get's down by my cock. It starts twitching in anticipation. He takes the head of my cock in his forefinger and thumb and slowly slides them down the length of my shaft.

"Please Sir, faster." I cry.

Sir doesn't go any faster he keeps it excruciatingly slow. The lotion allows Sir's fingers to slip effortlessly while Robbie plays with my nipples.

"PLEEAAAASSSSEEE SSSIIIIRRRRR!" I cry.

His pace doesn't get any quicker and my body is shaking violently now. Every fibre of my being tenses up as I reach the plateau of my orgasm.

"UUURRRRGGGGHHHH!! I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMMINNNNGGG!" I scream.

A wave of euphoria washes over my body and the first bolt of cum erupts from my cock. I watch it shoot vertically for nearly six feet. Everybody gasps, again and again my cock spurts as high as the last, I'm like a volcano erupting. It's going everywhere, some lands on my chest and face, some on Sir and some on Robbie. I can't believe how much cum there is and the force at which it's erupting, it has to be the longest most powerful ejaculation I have ever experienced.

"FUCKING HELL!" I hear Mr G say, "THAT'S FUCKING AWESOME!"

I notice Robbie kneel up next to me, his cock fully erect, beating it vigorously. He grunts and delivers another load all over my face.

"Did that turn you on Robbie?" I hear Sir ask.

"Fuck yeah Mr V, that was the hottest thing ever!" he replies.

Sir notices that my cock is still fully erect, "I think he maybe ready to go again, what do you say boy?" he asks me.

I nod.

"Good but how about I fuck you at the same time?"

I nod harder. He unties my legs and lifts them up while Robbie who is now over my head grabs my feet and holds them there. Robbie's flaccid cock is resting on my face so I start licking and sucking it into my mouth. My hole now exposed for Sir's waiting cock is lubed up. Sir presents his cock at my entrance and he pushes, I relax and he slips in effortlessly. I gasp. Sir slowly slides in deep into me and Robbie takes my cock in his mouth. Robbie's cock is on it's way to an erection so I push my head back and take him in my mouth. All this time Mr G is videoing the whole thing.




The New Slave Ch. 06



“Just relax baby, I’m going to help you out. This might hurt a little; I know that you’re tender. Just relax, it’ll help you open up.” Rachel was looking Ross in the eyes being sincere as possible. 

She continued her pumping motion, doing it a little faster and harder. Alternating between his eyes and his cock, Rachel smiled at him, enjoying the affect her hands had on his body. Knowing that he was about to cum, Rachel quickly placed the thin tip of the vial at the mouth of his cock and pushed it deep into him. His eyes opened wide as he felt it slide deeper and deeper into his already tender cock. He was thick enough that the vial barely fit and had to be forced into him. It didn’t seem to stop the process that was beginning deep inside his balls. With the vial firmly in place, Rachel was now jerking his cock hard, her other hand mashing the one left ball between her thumb and forefinger. She would force him to cum hard, in order to get a good fresh sample. 

Ross gasped, his hips thrusting high into the air. He was panting so hard that it sounded as if he were sucking air. 

“Here he goes, watch closely,” Rachel said as her hand pumped his cock faster.

His breathing seemed to stop for a moment as he sucked in a deep breath, his legs spread wide, his hips thrust upward. Suddenly, a huge spurt of thick white goo shot up into the air about a foot. Both of them were shocked to see the vial spurt out and into the air, sticky with his milk covering it. It flew about a foot into the air and fell back onto his stomach. It was covered with so much sperm that it actually stuck to him where it fell. He was still spurting globs of the stuff out of his cock, Rachel’s hand still pumping him hard. Her other hand was buried in his ball sack, manipulating him. With his hips still thrusting hard, his breath coming in ragged gasps, he began to settle down, slowly coming to rest on the bed. 

Allison was beside herself, still mesmerized by the quivering cock that Rachel was slowly rubbing. Rachel’s hands were covered in white cream as she slowed her pumping motion. She was intently watching his face, thoroughly enjoying what she had just done to him. His entire body seemed to slump back into the bed, his cock slowly growing soft as she continued her slow soft rubbing. He was breathing heavily, but seemed to regain his composure somewhat. 

Rachel gave his balls a good squeeze and asked, “How’s that for a wake up call? Feel better? See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Rachel was almost laughing as she looked up at Allison. 

Ross just laid there, his breath now normal. “Ummmm,” was the only response that he could make. Rachel more than enjoyed playing with this new slave. His cock was more than responsive to her stimulation. Rachel also noticed that the slave was very interested in the Allison. It seemed that he did not take his eyes off of her, during his orgasm. 

Using a long fingernail, Rachel dug through the thick white globs and retrieved the vial. She had thought it had come out too quickly, but lifting it to the light, she could see that it was full of thick white cream. She quickly wrapped it in tissue and placed it in a zip lock bag. 

“Hold onto this, we’ll have to have it analyzed,” Rachel told Allison. Allison held the vial up to the light peering at it closely. She’d never seen sperm before. She held it as if it were a very valuable jewel. 

Rachel could guess the outcome of the analysis. The doctor already knew that his sperm was highly motile, but what she wanted to know this morning, was whether he was producing heavily or in small amounts, after being drained the day before. His balls could be mass-producing sperm as well as pre-cum. The doctor would want to know if he was producing sperm at a fast rate. The white creamy thickness inside the vial told Rachel that he was producing sperm. Rachel would later call the doctor’s private line and leave a very short message, saying only “he is an OP.” That would be great news to the doctor. 

Allison was still mesmerized, studying the relaxed slave as his cock deflated, slowly rolling over onto his pubic bone and lower abdomen. She couldn’t take her eyes off of what she was seeing. 

“He’s still huge, even as he gets soft. I’d love to spend some time with this guy.” Allison was again almost drooling, still transfixed on the slave’s genitals. 

“Whoa, hold on there little one. I think this one might be a little bit on the large side for you. You would be better off making an appointment with a smaller slave,” Rachel said, trying not to sound too motherly. Rachel wasn’t that much older than Allison, but Rachel had the benefit of being old enough to have been with males, prior to the new laws. And, Rachel had been head of security at the facility for several years. During that time, she had just about done it all or seen it all. 

“Making an appointment, what is that about?” Allison had finally taken her eyes off of the slave, now looking straight at Rachel. Her look said that she had no idea of what Rachel was talking about.

“Making an appointment. You don’t know what that is?” Rachel asked, looking up at Allison. It was obvious to Rachel that Allison was a lot more innocent than she had previously thought. “I’m sorry, I forgot that this was your first day.”

“I’ve never heard of that. What do you mean? It sounds like something that I might like.” Allison was listening closely now. She was more than interested and was already beginning to understand what that phrase might afford her. 

“Have you ever been with a man before?” Rachel was staring into Allison’s eyes. She already knew the answer, but wanted to hear it from her. “Have you ever, in any form or fashion?”

Looking somewhat sheepish, Allison ducked her head down. “No, not in any way. I’ve only seen a small amount of pictures of men, but I have read a lot about them.” She was almost blushing when she mentioned ‘reading’ about them. Rachel could only guess what she had been reading. 

“Ok, we have to hurry. I’ll talk to you later about it. But, ‘making an appointment’ means that you pick out a slave that you want to spend some time with. This is private time, where you and the slave are allowed to spend time together. Not all of the slaves are eligible to have this private time, but we know which ones are safe. You pick the one you want and he’s is cleaned up and prepped, then brought to a room where you can do whatever you want with him.” For a moment, Rachel thought that Allison’s eyes were beginning to glaze over. A slight smile was beginning to spread across her face. 

“You mean that I can be alone with a slave? I can pick one that I want?” Allison’s eyes were now obviously glazed over. You could see all the different ideas beginning to run through her imagination. Suddenly Allison’s gaze shifted back to the slave that was lying out in front of her. It was obvious that she had decided whom she wanted.

“No, not this one. He’s way too big for you. Besides, this is your first day. Give it a little while, enough time for you to get a good idea of what there is to choose from. There is a huge variety around here. Besides, you’re going to have a lot of fun just seeing what happens here, not to mention the fact that you’re going to be one of the ones that is making it happen.”

“I know what I want. It’s this one. I want to make an appointment with this one. Where do I sign up,” Allison said, beginning to laugh. 

“Hold on, hold on. Take one thing at a time. This is your first day. You’re going to see more males than you’ve ever seen before. You’re going to see them up close and very personal. At least give it a couple of days before you starting trying to chose a toy. OK?”

Rachel looked at her seriously. 

Allison continued her stare, visually examining the now soft, but still very huge parts of the newest slave. This was the closest that she had ever been to a male. And he was a nude male. And he was fully sexual and functional. She couldn’t wait for a chance to make an appointment.

“Give it a couple of days. As soon as you’re ready, come and get me. I’ll personally take you and help you make that appointment. OK?” Rachel was sincere as she could be. She could remember her first days at the facility very well. 

Dejectedly, Allison agreed. But Rachel could see that her young trainee was already beginning to imagine a lot of different things that she wanted to do, or have done to her. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. 

“Tell you what I’m going to do. If you’ll promise me, that you’ll keep your eyes open and take a look at all of your choices, then I’ll do you a favor.” Rachel wondered if she sounded as motherly to Allison as she thought she did. “Are you listening?”

“Yes,” Allison answered, still watching the slave closely. “I promise to ‘shop before I buy’ and take a really good look,” Allison laughed as she joked back. 

“You promise to take a little bit of time, look around and then make a choice, I will give you a little bit of a special training session. Something that I am sure that you will enjoy a lot.” Rachel was smiling, waiting for Allison’s reaction.

“What? What do you mean?” Allison suddenly looked back at Rachel. She was now more than curious about Rachel’s training.

“You promise and I’ll let you train on ‘this’ slave, maybe as early as this afternoon. Is it a deal?” Rachel was grinning broadly, already having an idea of what she wanted to do. 

Allison’s eyes grew wide open as her head jerked back, her eyes fixed on the huge soft cock resting on the slave’s pubis. “This one! You’ve got a deal. I promise. You said this afternoon, I’ll be ready.” Allison was beginning to act like a little child with a new present that hadn’t been opened yet. 

“Ok, ok, ok. I’ll come get you when I’m ready. But remember, you’re to look at all of the slaves, before you decide. Right?”

“Right, right. You’ve got it. I’ll look at all of them,” Allison responded, almost beside herself. She couldn’t contain her excitement.



The New Slave Ch. 07



Chapter 7 The Wolf Pack

Rachel felt that the slave was somewhat tranquil, after his 'wake-up call'. If not tranquil, at least he was relaxed and slower moving. She had Allison undo his restraints and get him to his feet. Standing, the new slave was handcuffed behind his back and his loincloth put back in place. He offered no resistance as Rachel stood facing him. The loincloth barely covered the fact that his stomach and lower legs were covered in his own milk. And under the loincloth was an even bigger mess. Besides the aroma of a huge amount of sperm, the evidence was obvious to anyone that saw him. As he stood there, slightly swaying, large globs of sperm dripped from him, landing in loud splats on the floor. He was a mess. Rachel knew that the prep girls would be more than aroused with the new slave and delivering him in this shape would only drive them into a frenzy. 

Among staff, security, and training personnel, the prep girls were known laughingly as 'the wolf pack'. It was a private joke that pretty well summed up what the wolf pack was all about. All of these ladies had been hired but had never gone any higher as employees. Security personnel were hand picked, most of them being highly trained ex police officers or military people. Staff members were personnel that had been there for some time or had shown their abilities to move up the flow chart, quite rapidly. The 'wolf pack' was pretty much those that were not in the group of female slaves, or those that could not move up the facility's ladder of success. They were pretty much just stuck there. But the wolf pack loved their job.

They all enjoyed what their job entailed, some a little more than others. Besides a high paying job, they were pretty much free to do what they wanted with lots of free time. If there was ever a group that needed watching, the prep girls were that group. Whereas staff, training, and security were main components of the facility and all friends, the prep girls were in a group all by themselves. They did their own thing, so to speak. They were more concerned about their tans or figures, than they were about mundane things such as rules, regulations, or procedures. 

The slave was led to the prep room, a short distance down the hall from the holdover room. There, Rachel met with 2 of the prep girls who would take him and clean him up. Their job was to make him presentable which would include anything from cleaning him to cutting his hair. Prep girls were well versed in a variety of things that could 'enhance' a male slave. Cleaning and trimming was a given. There were a multitude of areas that they could work on to make a male more presentable or desirable. Their talents really shined when it came time to get a slave ready for renting. Almost all of the prep girls were highly motivated and easily aroused. They were all very young, either in their late teens or early twenties. Because of the amount of time since the laws had changed, the vast majority of these young ladies had not really experienced males. You might say that they were not very familiar with the thinking or the sexuality of the male creature. 

The doctor had very stringent rules for these young girls. One of the strictest rules was that no prep girl was allowed to make a male cum. The doctor had found out very quickly that the young girls were very sexual, very aggressive, and very rough with male slaves. The only time that they were allowed to make a male cum was if either staff or someone from training was present. These girls were trying to work their way up to either a training position or staff position. Until that day, they continued to aggressively play with their male toys. When not actually working, most of the prep girls would sit around working on their suntans or think of new ways to torment the slaves given over to them. In essence, they were sexual wolves, waiting for the next lamb to be delivered to them. 

As Rachel entered the prep room with Ross, both of the girl's eyes were on him, mostly on his covered genitals. Word had spread of the new slave and they all wanted to see the endowment that had been talked about so much. Even though he had just been jacked off, he was still bulging heavily. The loincloth barely covered him, his balls hanging down below the bottom of the flimsy soft cloth. Rachel knew that they were eagerly anticipating his arrival. For fun, she pulled back on his handcuffs, forcing his upper body back, thereby pushing his hips and pelvis forward. This only increased the obvious bulge under the loincloth. He was still covered in his own sperm, now running down his lower legs. It was obvious and all of the girls were looking at it. Each of them had a hungry look on her face, waiting to get the slave in their hands for their job. Holding the slave back, Rachel asked if they were ready for him. Almost simultaneously they both answered yes. 

The prep room was a very large room, equipped with a large oversized tub/shower combination and enclosed clear acrylic walls. To the girls that worked in the prep room, they referred to this as the 'viewing room', where they could all watch any activity going on inside. There were restraint clips at various heights and on different walls. This would give the girls the ability to restrain a captive, in any form or angle that they chose. The tub/shower had a long hose hooked to the water faucets giving them the ability to spray their captive, using a multi spray attachment. Next to the shower enclosure was a bench with floor eyebolts and bench attachments, effectively restraining a slave from moving around. Similar to the shower, it also could restrain a slave in a variety of angles or fashions. 

In watching the prep girls, Rachel was surprised to see the hungry look in their eyes. At this time of the morning, most of the girls at the facility were barely awake, let alone aroused. But these two were closely watching the new slave, especially the bulging loincloth. Of all of the employee problems that had taken place at the facility, almost all of them had been with the prep girls. Prep girls had specific duties and had been hired because of their backgrounds, interests, and job skills. Slave girls had been purchased, with the hope that they were workable and safe. Not all proved to be that. Rachel wondered if she should stick around while they did their prep. 

Seeing the obvious hunger in the girls' eyes, Rachel remembered how she had been when she first came to work at the facility. She had never seen so many scantily clad to nude males in her life. And almost all of them were in some state of arousal, whether a little bit hard or being milked. With this much sex all around her, she laughingly told friends that she stayed wet for the first several months of her employment. With that in mind, she smiled at the two and told them, "This is Ross, the new slave. The doctor wants him treated well." Both of the girls were still staring at the bulging loincloth. In essence, Rachel was telling them not to damage him. 

With that, she reached down to the slave's hip and jerked on the loincloth's tie. It came undone and immediately dropped to the floor, giving them all a good look at his endowment. Both of them stood, mouths agape, staring at the thick cock. He was totally soft, but even in that, was about 5 inches long and very thick. His skin was still dark red from Rachel's recent handiwork on him, and pre-cum dripped heavily from his cock head. His ball sack appeared soft but very full, even after being pumped out, only moments before. He still had a huge amount of sperm, covering his stomach, legs and pubic area. 

As Rachel was telling the doctor later, "You could almost see their mouths watering," referring to the two prep girls. They couldn't wait to start their prep work. Being inside a hot building almost all of the day, neither of the girls was wearing very much. They both had been planning on working on their tans, if the day was slow. Seeing Ross, one of the girls immediately slipped off her sundress, wearing only a skimpy bikini. It was obvious that she was ready to start on the new slave. 

"We might as well get started. This might take awhile," she said, laughing out loud. The other prep girl was still standing with her mouth open. 

"I'm warning you, don't hurt him or damage him. The doctor likes this slave a lot. He has been shown to be very productive." Rachel was almost glaring as she spoke. She couldn't it much plainer. 

Stepping up closer to the slave, Toni, the prep girl that had already begun disrobing, reached out, cupping the slave's balls. "Oh don't worry, I promise not to damage him."

"I already told you, the doctor wants him treated well," Rachel again told the two girls, eyeing Toni especially, the one that had just removed her dress. Toni seemed a little bit too enthused about her assignment.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll take really good care of this one," she dreamily said, still closely watching Ross as she stepped in closer to him. She was now gently massaging his ball sac in her hand. "He's huge. I'm assuming that you just tested him?" she asked Rachel as she glanced down at the size of his balls moving around in her hand. Toni had been a prep girl long enough to know that most of the males brought to her room had just been through the 'morning after test'. This would explain the large amount of goo that covered his body. 

"Oh yes, and he proves to be very OP. But that doesn't mean that you can waste any." Rachel was beginning to wonder if she should stick around while the two did their prep work. They both were beginning to maneuver around him, like two cats preparing to play with a mouse. Only this time, the mouse had very very large parts. 

Ross stood there in front of them, obviously embarrassed, his face red. Rachel only made matters worse when she pulled back on his handcuffs again, forcing his shoulders back and his genitals to push outward. The girls just stood there staring at him. They were more than awake and becoming more than aroused. His thickening cock also verified that he was wide-awake. 

Rachel escorted the slave over to the bench, securing his ankles to the eyebolts on the floor and uncuffing him. Immediately, the other prep girl walked over and sat down next to him, beginning to talk to him, telling him what they were going to do in order to prep him. In essence she couldn't wait for a closer look. Rachel just laughed and reminded them that the doctor had a personal interest in this slave and that they should 'behave themselves'. 

As Rachel left the room, Toni quickly locked the door. Both of his hands had been put into restraints that were hooked to the bench's eyebolts, stretching his arms out to his sides. He was seated in such a way that his genitals were somewhat covered by the positioning of his legs. Immediately, the two girls pried his legs apart. By now he was blushing and more than embarrassed as they began to examine their new toy. They had heard the day before, about the new slave, from some others who had seen him lead into the facility. His bulge was obvious under the loincloth, even in his sedated condition. They couldn't wait to fully "prep" him. 

Toni stood up and watched as other prep girl, Casey, began examining the thick fleshy snake like meat between Ross' legs. Having just been masturbated, it was taking a little longer than normal to get him hard. The prep girls weren't accustomed to males being brought in on their first day, with any ability to get hard. Having been examined the day before meant that they had been milked dry. Then there was the 'morning after test', which pretty well finished them off, for a while. But this slave was obviously getting very thick and beginning to elongate. They both were excited with the aspect of having a new slave that was ready to be played with. Most of the slaves that they prepped didn't get hard. 

"Casey, rub him, get him up," Toni told her. Standing back, Toni reached behind her and undid the top of her bikini. She stood there for a moment, letting the new slave get a good look at her body. Of all the prep girls, Toni was definitely something to look at. She was small and petite, but like the doctor, had almost perfect breasts. There were no tan lines on her dark body. Smiling, she slowly slid her bikini bottom down past her shapely thighs, letting it fall to the floor. Ross was watching her. Seeing Toni did more for the slave's arousal than Casey's manipulations. He was getting thicker fast. Casey was tickled just playing with her new fleshy toy. Even soft, she couldn't get her fingers all the way around the floppy meat. 

"Damn, he is huge. I've seen bigger, but this one is thick. A very nice thickness I might add," Casey said as she watched her own hand moving up and down the gooey cock. Most of his cum had dried on him, but there was still a large amount around his balls and cock head. 

"Look at his tan and genital shape. I can guarantee that he was an entertainment slave. Judging by the size of his balls, I would guess that the doctor bought him for his milking ability," Toni said, still watching her partner massage the now rock hard cock. "Rachel said that he was an OP. I think that is pretty obvious. I just might have to do a test of my own. Do you think he's an entertainment slave?" 

"I don't know, but if he isn't he should be. This cock is a beauty. And with those balls, he'd probably last for days," she mumbled, her attention focused on her hands. By now she had reached under his sack and was softly cradling his balls, feeling each one. 

"He's entertainment. I'm sure of it. Production too, but I'm betting he was entertainment. I know one way to find out," Toni said as she stepped closer to the seated slave. "Move out of the way," Toni said, nudging Casey. 

"What are you going to do?" Casey asked, stepping back and now letting go of the fully engorged cock. 

"A simple test. This shouldn't take long at all." Toni stepped directly in front of Ross and moved forward, spreading her legs into a wide stance. Pushing her pelvis outward, she grasped the back of Ross' head, pulling it forward. She pressed his face into her pubic mound. "I'm sure he's an entertainment slave. I'll know in a moment." 

With no hesitation, Ross nuzzled her pubic area with his nose, barely touching the smooth shaved skin. He'd been in this situation before and knew what was expected of him. Within a few seconds his mouth opened, his tongue darting back and forth over her sensitive pussy lips. She gasped out loud as his tongue began to trace a small line up and down the opening to her pussy. Barely parting her lips, he slowly moved his tongue into her, keeping up the up and down ryhthmn. Her pelvis immediately pressed into his face, wanting more. He held back slightly, only teasing her sensitive lips. His tongue would move up and down, in and out, tickling her interest. She was now more than interested.

"Oh shit, he's entertainment. Ummm." Toni's eyes were closed, her hips pushed outward against his face. 

Casey had worked with Toni long enough to know what her boss liked. In this case she could tell that her boss liked the attention, more than the usual. Casey moved down behind Toni and reached in between her parted thighs. Squatting down on the floor, Casey reached out and took the softening cock into her hand. Her other hand moved under his balls and began a slow massage on the fleshy orbs. Ross jumped as her hand began to squeeze his left ball. It didn't affect his oral attention to Toni as he continued to work her. She was now pulling on his head, forcing his face harder against her. His tongue was now moving faster and bringing her closer to the inevitable orgasm that was building. 

"Maybe I can help a little with this," Casey said as she began to briskly rub the gooey cock. Casey knew that the slave's arousal would affect his attention to Toni. If he were more turned on, he would perform better. He was already performing better than Toni was use to. Her thighs and stomach were tensed up, tightly, just waiting for that final touch that would send her over the edge. 

"Oh shit. Oh shit," was all that Toni could mumble. Her head was now tossed back, her hands tightly gripping the sides of Ross' head. He was working her fast enough that his head was now bobbing up and down as his tongue moved in and out of her. 

Casey knew that Toni was about to cum. She sped up her hand manipulation; carefully watching what she could see of the slave, for signs of him cumming. The hand holding onto the one ball told her that he was still some time away from cumming, since his sack was still a little bit loose. Once the sack tightened up, she'd know that he was almost there. The amount of pre-cum leaking out of him made her think that he had already cum, except for the fact that it was clear fluid, instead of the milky white globs. But she knew that her handwork was helping her boss, immensely. 

"Ahhhhhhh," was the only sound coming from Toni's wide-open mouth. It was a long moan, her body tensed up, pressed hard against the slave's face. At that moment, Casey tightened her grip on the hard cock and began to frantically pump it. Toni was leaning back, enjoying the rush of orgasm cascading through her body. Casey continued until she could feel the slave's ball sack suddenly tighten up. Her other hand could also feel his cock begin to spasm. As quickly as she started, she immediately let go of the slave. She sat and watched, fascinated as his cock twitched and bobbed, begging for another squeeze or one more jerk. She could see it straining, trying to pump out milk that was still deep inside the two huge balls. But he wasn't to cum this time. 

Toni let go of Ross, staggering back away from him, almost tripping over Casey. The slave's face was literally covered in Toni's juices. He was wide eyed, still feeling the affects of Casey's arousing massage. They both stood back, just watching him, his cock still bobbing incessantly from his near cumming. 

"Ah, shit, he is good. He is damn good." Toni was trying to catch her breath, making her way over to a bench beside the slave. Casey just watched her.

"Ok, it's my turn," Casey said, quickly moving in front of the slave. She was working to get her bikini top undone, knowing that she would soon be enjoying the same treatment as Toni.

"Oh no, not now," Toni mumbled, still trying to collect herself. She was still feeling the last vestiges of what had been a powerful orgasm. One of the strongest that she had ever felt. "We have to get him cleaned up." 

"No way, it's my turn. You got to enjoy him, now I should have a turn." Casey was beginning to get mad. 

"Hold on. You'll get your turn. Believe me. I'm not sure you're ready for this. Let's get him cleaned up real quick. Then you can take him. OK?" Toni wasn't even looking up. She was slumped over; her legs still spread open wide. Her pussy was overly sensitive at that moment. Her stomach was actually hurting from being so tensed up. 

"Ok, you promise? I get a turn as soon as he's cleaned up." Casey sounded like a little girl, almost pleading. She looked as if she might start crying if she didn't get what she wanted. 

"Yes, yes, I promise. But we'll have to hurry, just to make sure we have time." Toni was still sitting, slumped against the wall, a dreamy expression on her face. Even Casey noticed the small wet area below Toni, between her legs. She was still leaking. 

Casey stood there, waiting. It was obvious that Toni was still coming down from the powerful orgasm. This only made her madder. "Come on. Help me!" Casey was getting madder.

"Go ahead and get started. You know what to do." Toni was making no effort to get up or even closed her still splayed open legs. 

Casey quickly undid the slave's restraints from the bench, placing instead, a set of cuffs on his wrists, having a wide chain between them. She pulled him up from the bench and pushed him toward the acrylic walled shower. With three sides of the shower being acrylic, Toni (or any of the multiple voyeurs employed at the facility) could supervise the cleaning. 




The New Slave Ch. 07



I would like to thank all your positive comments. I'm really glad you are enjoying this series. I have just written a new short story that I think you may all like, please keep checking back. I intend to post it next week. In the meantime here are some instalments in Daniels journey into being a slave. 

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College is slow today, I'm finding it difficult to concentrate. I keep looking at my phone thinking I may have missed Sir's text message. It's been nearly a week since I last saw him and I so need sex right now.

The lunch time bell rings and we all pile into the corridor. I head to the toilets to relieve my self but as I enter I bump into Shane and Joe. How the fuck do they manage to do that? I flinch and close my eyes and wait for them to hit me but they don't. I open my eyes to see them looking at me nervously.

"Ready?" Joe says to Shane.

"Yeah I guess so," Shane replies looking as though he's being made to do something that he really doesn't want to do, "Let's get it over and done with."

Both boys get on their hands and knees and begin to worship me.

"Oh master, we are sorry for all the wrong we did you, please forgive us," they say together. "We are your humble servants and will do as you wish."

I'm stunned, 

"W-w-w-what are you doing?" I ask nervously.

The boys look at each other with a puzzled look on their faces then Joe looks up at me.

"We were told to do this, didn't you know about it?" He asks.

"Know about what?" I ask

"Show him," Shane says.

They both stand up.

"Look," Joe says and promptly drops his trousers and pants. I panic a little thinking he is about to force his cock on me again when I see it. There wrapped around his cock is a chastity device, I'm stunned. Shane follows suite and likewise there on his cock is another chastity device. I'm standing there with my mouth wide open in disbelief then the penny drops.

"Oh my god! You! I-I-I," I struggle to say it, "I fucked you!"

I start laughing, in fact I'm laughing so hard that tears are coming to my eyes.

"This sucks," I hear Shane say as they pull their trousers back up.

I lose it.

"You think this sucks?" I yell, "What about all the time you picked on me? When you beat me up? Ripped my clothes and stole my books? You made my life a fucking misery! Don't you think that sucked for me? This is no more than you deserve! YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!"

I'm shaking. I'm expecting them to get up now and beat shit out of me but I'm on a roll.

"Well I'm glad this has happened to you and I'm glad I got to fuck you. Now you know how it feels to be humiliated. I hope you hated every minute of it."

My heart is racing and I'm just waiting for them to strike.

"Actually I kinda liked it," Shane said looking at the floor.

"What?"

"Yeah, me too," Joe adds.

I look at them, I think my mouth must be wide open.

"Look," Joe continues, "we really are sorry, and we want to make it up to you."

"I don't believe you," I say, "You're only saying that so you can get those things off."

"No really, we want to be friends," Shane adds.

I look at him not sure what is going on. I know that Sir will have made them say this by hanging blackmail over their heads.

"What has sir told you?" I ask.

"He's told us to do anything you ask us to do," Joe replies.

"Ok prove it," I say.

"What do you want us to do?" Shane asks.

"I want you to rim Joe," I command.

They look at each other and nod. Joe turns round and drops his trousers and shorts. Shane is soon on his knees and as Joe bends over I see a butt plug in his ass. I snigger as Shane carefully removes it then proceeds to lick Joe's puckered ass. I feel a pain in my groin and I realise my cock is trying to break free of my chastity device. 

"Ow," I hear Joe complain as he reaches under to adjust his device.

"Ok that's enough," I say not wanting to endure any more pain.

Shane stops and re-inserts the butt plug, then Joe pulls up his trousers.

I still have a lot of hate for these two for what they have done to me in the past but I think I'm going to have a lot of fun getting payback. I think I must be smiling.

"What's so funny?" Joe asks.

"Oh nothing, I'm just going to really enjoy making you my bitch boys," I reply.

"Does that mean you're going to fuck us again?" Shane asks.

"Yeah I guess so," I reply.

Shane lets out a small whimper and grabs his crotch.

"My god, you really want it don't you?" I realise. They both nod.

Just then my phone vibrates, I dig in my pocket and pull it out. Almost straight away Joe's and Shane's phone's chirp as they receive a text message. It's from Sir.

"Be at the van outside college gates at five thirty, call your mother and tell her you're staying over again."

"At last!" Joe says.

I look at him, "Sir want's to see you too?" I ask.

"Yeah, we got to be at the van at five thirty," he replies.

"Well looks like you might just get it tonight then," I say as I walk out of the toilets.

I'm not sure what to expect tonight but I'm sure Sir has something planned very special for them.



The New Slave Ch. 07



The shower had been modified in several ways. Besides the normal hot & cold faucets, and the long hosed showerhead, it also had hooks strategically placed in order to restrain a slave in a multitude of positions or angles. Placing him in the shower, Casey ordered him to reach up, putting his wrist chain over a high hook, well over his head. Stretching out his arms, he obeyed her. She then ordered him to slide his bare feet apart till he reached a point where his body was lowered enough that his wrist chain was tight. With him in this position, she attached small steel cables to the ankle restraints. With the wrist chain and ankle cables in place, it virtually secured him to the wall, with no ability to free himself. 

"Oh, let's get started," Casey said to no one in particular. She stepped back and checked, making sure that he was secure. Casey was in a hurry. She could feel her own wetness seeping out into her bikini bottoms. Glancing back, she could see that Toni was still resting, smiling dreamily from her vantage point on the bench. 

Casey stepped from the acrylic shower and went to a nearby closet. There, she pulled out a neoprene wet suit top. It was long sleeved with a high collar, zippered down the center. It was the old style, the one having what was known as a 'beaver tail'. The beaver tail hung down from the back, designed to be pulled up between the legs and attached in the front. Wearing this Casey would be able to keep herself somewhat clean and dry while washing the slave. It would also allow her to use hotter water, without burning herself. Her lower legs were exposed, but she knew from experience that the hot water wouldn't bother her legs. Besides, she was in a hurry. 

Zipping up the wet suit, Casey stepped into the acrylic shower and turned the water on. She adjusted the water temperature till it was a little hotter than she liked, but knew that it was more effective in removing dried fluids from skin and hair. She pointed the water spray at Ross' lower legs and gradually started moving it up his body, allowing him to get acclimated to the heat and the spray. He seemed to be enjoying the hot shower; his head tilted back, his arms and legs relaxed. 

Moving around him, Casey directed the hard spray over his body, removing most of the dried layers of sperm that covered his front. It was obvious that Ross was enjoying the warm waters. After removing most of the sticky mess from him, Casey put the showerhead down and picked up a bath sponge. She quickly began rubbing him down, his back and his front, removing the last of the globs that were sticking in his hair. Huge globs of the preceding day's evidence were now going down the drain. Casey watched in fascination as she tried to estimate just how much sperm had come out of the slave, since not all of it had stayed on him. Finishing his body, Casey quickly washed his hair, giving extra time to rinsing it, after finding small amounts of sperm in his hair. 

"You're doing great. See, you don't need me at all." Toni was still sprawled on the bench, a dreamy look still on her face. She looked like she was almost back to her old self, sitting up and relaxed. 

"Yea, right!" Casey was still mad at having to do all the work herself. But she knew that as soon as she finished the cleaning, she would take a turn with the slave. Besides, Toni was her boss and there was not much that she could do. 

"Ok, let's see you," Casey told the slave, moving him around toward her. Having worn the wet suit top, she was still dry and comfortable, with the exception of her legs. Looking down she could see splatters and remnants of the slave's ball milk, all over her top. "Damn, you've got it all over me, now," she said, turning the spray on herself. 

In checking her job on the slave, she couldn't help but notice that he was soft. But even being soft, his cock was still a good 5 inches long and very thick. It was almost as thick as her wrist. Smiling, she told the slave, "Ok, lets make sure all of those important parts are clean." She moved him back around, where he was facing the wall. She then adjusted the water temperature again, turning the hot water up. Once the water temperature became almost painful to her, she knew that it was just right for the slave. 

Almost every prep girl learned on her first day, that the male genitals contain about 200 million nerve endings. By manipulating those nerve endings, the male could be made to do almost anything, whether pleasurable or without their pleasure. Besides, this was not about his pleasure. It was for their entertainment. Casey knew that her entertainment would begin very shortly. She was already enjoying herself. 

Moving slightly behind the slave and to his right, she leaned forward, checking his front again. His cock was hanging loosely between his legs, long and thick. His balls were hanging down loosely, because of the hot water. She was about to activate all of those nerve endings. Standing where she was, she was partially blocked from all of the hot water spray. She felt the water spray again, noting that it was very hot.

The showerhead that she was using was one equipped with a variety of spray adjustments. She adjusted it to where it was a hard pulse, almost painful against the skin. Standing back slightly behind the slave, she moved the spray attachment in her right hand, to the front of the slave, below his genitals. She quickly aimed the pummeling hot water spray directly below his balls. 

"Ahhhhhhh," came a loud cry from the slave as his butt jerked backwards, trying to avoid the hot water. Using her other hand, she held her hand at his back, forcing him to remain in one position, her other hand directing the spray directly to his cock and balls. He tried to pull his thighs together to protect the sensitive skin, but the ankle restraints kept his legs spread. She continued the pressure on his back, forcing him upright. The water was literally beating his softened ball sack, forcing his balls to bounce around inside the thin-skinned bag. He was still fighting her, trying to move out of the way of the very hot water. She continued to push on his back, occasionally hearing his cries and continuing to direct the hard spray to the now very reddened genitals. 

He jerked several times, the hot water splashing everywhere. She kept the spray pointed upward into the soft sack and cock. He continued to jerk, but was slowly becoming use to the force and the heat. Casey had done this before. She knew what the effects would be, and was only waiting for the full effect to take over. The pummeling effect on his ball sack would literally pound the balls into a quiver or a spasm, making them go into a production overdrive. With the water being hot, it would keep his sack softened, allowing the water to continue its relentless beating on the two balls. Meanwhile, the hot water on his cock would force the nerve endings to react, literally screaming. 

"Oh yea, very nice. I see that you like my treatment," she said to Ross, looking around in front of him and seeing that his cock was already rock hard and blood red. The force of the hot water was literally making his cock bounce up and down. The foreskin was drawn back tightly, the head flared hugely. She knew that if she kept this up, he would be cumming like a horse within moments. All of the prep girls had, at one time or another used hot water on slaves. They all knew that the hot water would force the slave to cum, whether they wanted to or not. It wasn't a question of pleasure. It was just a fact that the force and the hot water would force their balls to spasm and pump out. Usually the slave did not enjoy the cumming, but the prep girls enjoyed watching the slave being forced. 

"Ok, there you go. Just relax. This is going to feel so good. Don't fight it, just relax." Casey knew that as hard as he was, he would soon be wanting to cum badly. She had barely thought about it when she could see the slave's pelvis beginning to slowly push outward, his cock and balls now searching for the hot pummeling water. Now he was trying to help his orgasm to happen. He was wanting to cum. As hot as his cock and balls were, it would be any second till he spewed huge amounts against the clear acrylic walls. 

"No, not yet. Not yet baby," she moaned into his ear. She immediately pulled the water spray from his genitals, aiming it away from him. Looking down she could see that his cock was actually twitching and jerking hard, wanting to cum. His ball sack was so hot that the two huge balls hung down in the soft pouch, further down than a normal male. She could now actually hear him panting, his pelvis thrust out, almost jerking. Even from where Toni was sitting, she could see that he was on the verge of cumming hard. She just laughed, watching Casey torment the slave. Toni had seen this before and knew where the situation was headed. 

"Ummm, you like that, don't you?" Toni was looking directly into the slave's face. He was panting, his head nodding a definite 'yes'. "You like the hot water, don't you?" Again Ross' head nodded a hard 'yes'. 

Casey immediately aimed the hot water spray up into his genitals. Immediately Ross' body jerked hard, his hips pushed outward again. His panting resumed and his hips began to thrust in and out, as if to help his balls cough up the thick milk. She held the hot water to the softened sack and cock, letting the hard spray pummel the already battered balls. She was watching him closely, looking for any sign that she had let it go too far. His body jerked hard, his head falling back. He thrust his hips outward hard, waiting for the powerful orgasm that he could feel coming. 

"Oh no. Come on baby, just a little more and then we're going to have fun." Casey quickly pulled the water spray away from his body, again aiming it away from him. His panting continued, his cock jerking as if it was searching for the punishing spray. He was now desperate to cum, his cock overheated from the water and his balls about to burst from the pummeling and the heat. She held the water away from him, watching his cock and waiting for it to stop flinching. As soon as it began to soften, she jerked the water spray back one more time, aiming it directly at the raw and tender genitals. 

"You want to cum, don't you baby? You want to pump those huge balls out, emptying them. Well, what's stopping you? Show me what's inside them. Let it go, let it pump. Give me that huge gooey mess." She held her hand down below his cock head, cupping the head as if she were going to catch the load as it came out. His hips were jerking hard, thrusting and popping, his cock actually bouncing up and down from the water pressure. He was no longer feeling the heat, he was responding to the water beating the over sensitized tissue. She kept her hand in place, cupped around the head, moaning into his ear. He was responding but he wasn't listening to her. He was letting the water spray create his orgasm. 

"Oh no you don't," she said, quickly jerking the water away from his body. "You don't want me getting in trouble, do you?" She quickly let go of his cock head, feeling it spasm and knowing that her hand alone would cause him to cum. But this wasn't going to happen. 

Ross' cock was literally jerking hard, so close to cumming that his thighs and stomach were tensed hard. He was shaking and his panting could be heard all throughout the room. 

"Poor baby. I'm sorry. But I think you're clean enough for now. And I told you that we were going to have fun. I didn't say that you were going to have the fun. I said that we were going to have fun. I didn't mean you." Casey turned off the water and laughing, stepped out of the shower. The slave's body slumped against the acrylic glass, his cock still twitching, and his balls still soft and hanging down from the heat.

Casey wanted her turn.



The New Slave Ch. 08



Chapter 8: Fun for Casey

Casey was primed and ready. She immediately removed Ross from the shower and took him over to the bench, restraining him. By this time, Toni had pretty well recovered and was back into the mood, just having watched Casey clean the slave. The very hot water always had a strong effect on the males, especially their genitals. The visible effect on the males had even more effect on the prep girls. 

"I do hope you're hungry," said a dreamy eyed Toni. She was beginning to sit up on the bench and had pulled her legs back discretely together. 

"Hungry, what are you talking about? It's barely eight o'clock." Casey wasn't even paying attention to Toni, being busy drying herself off. 

"Surely you're hungry. You just worked so hard on a meal, now you should enjoy it." Toni wasn't making any sense. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Casey was beginning to get a little mad at the relaxed Toni.

"Male tenderloin. It's fabulous. In watching you apply the heat to him, I'd say that you've cooked him. Looks like his cock and balls are overcooked. Looks to me like a tasty meal of a large male tenderloin cock, two very oversized male oysters, and an abundant cream gravy." Toni just sat there grinning at her lousy joke. 

"Well, I'm about to start serving, but it's going to be him that's eating. Not me." 

Casey was now in a hurry as she stripped off the wet suit. Seeing Casey's arousal, Toni moved in to help her, trying to speed up things. As Casey stripped off the wet suit, then removed her bikini, Toni removed the restraints from Ross and led him over to a customized exam table. 

"You get ready, I'll put him on the table for you," Toni said.

The table was left over equipment from the doctor's clinic where she had used it to perform a variety of procedures. It was made of tubular aluminum, highly polished, similar to a four-legged table but lower, shorter, and padded. The padding was on it for the comfort of the slave, who would be restrained, his upper body resting on the top of the bench. His entire upper body weight would be supported as he was laid on the tabletop. Fasteners for the ankle restraints were on the lower ends of the legs, so that the slave's ankles could be held wide apart. There were similar 'strap' type restraints going up the table legs at various increments. With these, the slave's legs could be restrained at the ankles, just above the knees, and across the thighs. Additional restraints were at the waist and the upper chest. Held in place this way, the slave would be completely restricted where his lower body could not move at all. He could be held completely motionless with his legs spread wide. 

The modification made the table into a semi-operating table that the doctor had custom ordered, in order to hold a slave while procedures were performed on him. The slave would be bent over the table, his legs completely secured and held motionless. His upper body would then be restrained so that he could not rise up. Depending on the slave, his head and neck could be held in place, making them also immobile. Laid out like this, the slave's arms would be pulled out away from him, stretched out and restrained. The slave would be held completely motionless to the table. The doctor had given the table to the prep girls after she purchased a new one that was capable of more body positions. The prep girls were thrilled with the table and the endless possibilities of what it afforded them. Both Casey and Toni thoroughly enjoyed playing doctor.

The doctor had found a need for the specially designed table years before. On occasion the doctor had found that she needed to fully restrain a slave, while taking care of injuries or modifications to some slaves. With the activities done at the milking facility, there were injuries. The doctor, on many occasions, had to restrain a slave while stitches were put into an injured cock or ball sack. The slaves did not like the medical table. Once restrained to 'the table' as they called it, they were completely vulnerable to whatever was going to be done to them. The modifications were usually minor, but the slave that was being modified, didn't see the same need, like the doctor saw it. 

Casey and Toni both used 'the table' extensively. They found that it granted them more ability to really prep a slave, especially if it was one that they were enjoying. Since Ross had come into their prep room, Toni had been enjoying herself, and now it was Casey's turn. 

"Now we're going to have some fun," said the totally nude Casey. 

Casey was a striking beauty with short jet-black hair and a body that looked like she had just walked out of an adult magazine. Her face was absolutely gorgeous and her body was even better. At only 5 feet tall, she weighted less than 100 pounds. She had a fabulous shape to her body, slim waisted and slim breasted. She was almost an opposite of the taller and heavily endowed Toni. Toni had the kind of body that men craved. Casey's size didn't denote her penchant for cruelty. Of all the prep girls, Casey and Toni were probably the most thorough in their jobs, but both were well known for their torturous treatment of males. Most of the injuries that had been treated by the doctor, were those that had been inflicted by the over zealous pair. Both enjoyed using the male body. More than that, they enjoyed the control they exerted over male slaves. 

"Looks like you're hungry to me," laughed Toni, nodding her head towards Casey's lower body. Casey's arousal had become very obvious. Even with her small size, Casey was endowed with an overly thick and long clitoris. The more aroused she became, the more it thickened and pushed out from under the fleshy hood. By this point, Casey's clit looked more like a small penis than a clitoris. She was more than aroused. 

"Oh, I'm just getting started. He's the one that is getting the meal, not me." Casey moved deliberately to the table and started opening all the restraints. Toni knew what Casey was doing and escorted Ross to the end of the table. Quickly, Toni pushed Ross over the table and moved him comfortably down onto the table. With his chest and stomach resting flat on the tabletop, Casey quickly bent down and hooked the separate ankle restraints around each of Ross' ankles. Within seconds, his ankles were locked in place. Casey quickly locked the knee and thigh restraints into place, securing Ross' legs to the table, as Toni worked on fastening the stomach and chest restraint around him. Oddly, Ross didn't struggle or resist them, something that both Casey and Toni noticed. 

"Trussed up like a Christmas turkey. Should we stuff him," Toni said, laughing at her attempt at more food jokes. At the same time she ran her hand casually up his thigh, letting her hand come to rest at his butt cheeks. She then slid her hand slowly up the crack of his butt, lingering momentarily at his anus. Both girls noticed his reaction as his body stiffened up. 

"That's odd. With as much as we've done to him, he reacts when you touch his butt. That might be a good thing to know." Toni made a mental note of this, something she did with all male slaves, if it was something that she could use against them or to her advantage. 

"Do his arms!" Casey growled at Toni. She was getting impatient. Toni had already had her fun with the slave, but she hadn't. She wanted her fair share of the male booty before security came back to pick him up. 

"Ok, Ok, hold him down," Toni growled back. Toni moved to the other end of the table and pulled the slave's arms outward and away from the table. With the way the table was built, she could secure his arms to long rods that stuck out from the corners of the table. He didn't resist as she locked his wrists into place, checking to make sure he couldn't pull them free. Casey was busy securing the slave's head and neck into a comfortable position, allowing him some freedom of movement, but very little.

"Ummm, he is tasty looking," said Toni, moving to the rear of the table, looking at the slave stretched out in front of her. His legs were spread obscenely wide, even up near his genitals. "I do think that I can have a lot of fun with him, of course while finishing our prep and cleaning. Don't you think?" Toni was grinning again. 

"I'm getting ready to have a lot of fun with him," Casey said, almost breathless. She was past the point of being horny. She was verging on desperate. Her clit had become more obvious as her arousal level heightened. Besides being endowed with a very large and sensitive clit, Casey was also multi-orgasmic. When she began her fun with a slave, she could normally wear the slave out, before she tired. 

"Are you ready?" Toni asked, still watching the slave on the table. His cock and balls were still an angry red color, overheated by the hot water. His butt was almost propped upward; his cock hanging down, thick and rope like. His balls hung down soft and full, looking like two over ripe avocados in a soft flesh colored bag. If anyone was ever begging to be tormented, this slave was. Just his physical appearance demanded sex. 

"What are you going to do?" Casey asked, sounding agitated. She was standing at the head of the exam table, her crotch only inches from the upturned face of the slave. She didn't know it but he could smell her. He knew from past experience what was expected from him. 

"I'm going to help. Or, maybe I should say that I'm going to help you out." Toni smiled, looking up from her fixed gaze on the slave's butt. "I'm going to finish what we've started. He needs more prepping. I'll finish him." Toni had reached down and grasped the thick cock, pulling it back between his spread legs. Stretching it back, she examined it closely. "He needs a lot of skin care. He's almost raw from his initial exams and this morning's testing," she said laughing. Both girls had been at the facility long enough to know the usual routine for a new slave. 

Casey just smiled. She already knew that Toni would allow her plenty of time to have her own fun. Casey quickly retrieved a chair and placed it in front of the table, directly below the slave's head. Moving in between his outstretched arms, she sat down in the chair, her butt moved out onto the edge of the chair. With her pelvis tilted, she scooted the chair up, forcing the slave to raise his head uncomfortably. She then spread her legs raising her knees up and rested her bare feet on his back. The only way he could be even remotely comfortable, would be if he allowed his face to remain on her pubic area. With no ability to move, the slave's face was firmly planted on her pubic mound. He didn't have to be told what to do. He immediately opened his mouth and began to slowly trace a slow wet circle around the huge clit. Her response was immediate. Her hips jerked slightly upward, pressing firmly against his chin and mouth. 

"Oh shit, he is good," Casey moaned as she began to feel his warm mouth on her. He had barely begun on her as they both felt her clit become more engorged. Casey settled back in the chair, comfortable as she felt her body heat begin to rise. This was good. She felt as if she would start cumming within minutes. His mouth continued to work on her clit, slowly. After several seconds, he stopped his tongue, only to move it to her outer vaginal lips. She was more than moist, he soon found out as his tongue scooped into the area between the puffy lips and the juicy entrance. He began to move quickly, his tongue bathing each side of the sensitive lips, tracing small lines up and down both sides. Occasionally he would move into the center of her, taking more of her thick juices onto his tongue, using it to lubricate her. Her breathing was now audible inside the room.

"I told you. I knew that you'd be enjoying yourself with this one," Toni said, still examining the raw and tender cock in her hand. Obviously, he had been overheated; his cock was still soft, his balls still rolling around languidly inside the heavy sack. Even soft, his cock was huge and his balls were bigger than anything Toni had ever seen or experienced before. 

"This is going to be fun. I'm going to have to do a lot of work to get his skin and toys back to presentable. Why are those security people always so rough on the new ones? I've heard that Lorin and the doctor are especially rough." Toni knew that she was talking to herself. Casey wasn't listening to anything but the sound of her own heartbeat and breathing. She was close to cumming and could feel her clit pounding. Her back was arched tightly, her hands gripping the edge of the chair. 

"Oh shitttttt!" was the only response from Casey. Her eyes were rolled back, her back arched hard. It was only a matter of seconds. Glancing up at her friend, Toni could see that Casey's toes were curled hard and her feet were arched painfully. Her thighs were spread wide and she looked as if she were holding her breath, then panting, and then holding. She was there. Toni laughed to herself, noting that Casey had not yet grabbed onto the slave's head, a sure sign that she was cumming.

Toni could hear the soft wet sounds coming from the area where the slave's mouth was pressed to Casey's pubic mound. Toni turned her attention back to the soft cock lying in her hand. The balls were huge. She reached down under him and tried to scoop the ball sack up in one hand. Being large and soft, both balls fell outwards, away from her hand like two overfilled water balloons. She would need both hands to hold the sack. She turned the cock over and around in her hand, examining it closely. The head was bulbous and huge. The foreskin was thick and fully surrounded the head when pulled downward. Both the head and the foreskin were raw and appeared very sore and tender. Even hurt, the cock began to slowly thicken in her open hand. There was a small amount of pre-cum leaking from the soft head. His skin was dried out and cracked from all of the previous days use. 

Toni knew that the slave's condition was not what the doctor wanted to see. She would have to take care of the slave, making sure to get him 'looking good'. She sat and watched as the slave's cock thickened and began to get longer. It was erecting very slowly, probably because of having been overworked the day before. But it was still getting hard and thick. Pre-cum was beginning to leak out, showing that he was ready to be played with.

Toni glanced up and saw that Casey was cumming, and she was cumming hard. The slave's head was barely moving, indicating that his tongue was enough to send her over the edge. Listening to Casey's panting and moans, Toni went over to a large wall cabinet and removed the things that she would need. She had a few ideas on how to push Casey's orgasms into a higher level. 

"Unnnggghhhh," was the only sound coming from Casey's tightly pursed mouth. She had grabbed onto both sides of Ross' head, forcing his mouth harder against her throbbing clit. Her legs were tensed up tightly, her head rolled back.

Moving up behind the slave, Toni glanced at the restraints one more time. She could see that they were holding him, with no chance of his movement. Even if he were to jerk hard or thrash around, there would be almost no movement from his body. She could do whatever she wanted and he could do nothing to stop her. She sat down in a rolling chair and scooted up behind his exposed butt and genitals. She pulled a rolling tray cart closer to her and deposited her implements and toys onto the cart. It was already equipped with lotions, oils and liniments. 

"How are you doing, Casey?" Toni almost laughed out loud as she asked her gulping and panting friend. There was no response from Casey, except for the jerk in her rigid upper body. It appeared that she was still in the throes of an orgasm. The slave's head was still barely moving between Casey's thighs. His mouth was doing all of the activity that was needed. Her hands were still holding his face tightly against her pubic mound. 

"I think I know a few things that might help you out," Toni told Casey. She didn't know for sure if Casey was even listening. It didn't matter anyway.

Toni reached down and gently pulled the soft cock back away from the slave. It was bent somewhat backward, sticking out from between his wide-open thighs. She examined it closer, seeing what appeared to be small scratches, probably from fingernails. She also saw what looked like teeth marks on the head and foreskin. She just shook her head. She knew that what they did in the prep room was rough, but leaving bite marks was pretty serious. To really work on his cock, Toni would have to move the balls out of the way and do them last. She also knew that she could wrap his balls in such a way that it would deaden some of his arousal, hopefully stopping a full blow orgasm on his part. 

In examining his cock and balls, it was obvious that his cock had born the brunt of all the previous exams and attention. As huge as they were, his balls and ball sack seemed to be uninjured. There were a few very slight scratched to the sack, but nothing like the cock. She also wondered how long he had been hairless. He was completely smooth skinned, from the base of his cock to the tip. His balls were so smooth that they felt almost like expensive leather. There was no area that would require any hair trimming or hair removal. For a slave, he actually had fabulous skin in his genital region. 

"Just relax big boy. I know you can hear me. I'll try not to hurt you, but you're going to have to relax and let me work on you." Toni knew he could hear her, but he made no obvious sign that he could. 

She reached over and took an Ace Bandage from the rolling cart and unrolled it. Since his balls were still very swollen and hot, they were hanging down fully exposed and soft. Toni quickly reached to the top of the sack and took a full handful of the soft skin. Pulling downward, as if she were milking his ball sack, she forced the two huge over ripened balls to the bottom of his sack. Once they were at the bottom of the sack, they were bulging outward with nowhere to go. She quickly wrapped the Ace Bandage around the top of the sack, forcing the balls to remain in the bottom, trapped tightly in place. They were forced so hard into the bottom that the veins and tubes were sticking out obvious in their placement. She wrapped the bandage around the top of his sack several times, tightly. In essence she created a tourniquet at the top of his sack, allowing no fluid to get into the balls, or any fluids to leave the balls. This would slow down his need to cum. Even if he were to cum, it would be difficult for the sperm to leave the trapped balls. His balls were in good shape compared to the condition of his cock. 

"That's a good boy. Just relax and let me treat you. Just focus your attention on little Casey there. She looks like she's having fun." Toni was now becoming envious of the attention that Ross was lavishing on her friend. It seemed that Casey was having a lot more fun than Toni had.

Toni was very experienced and good at her job. She also could not resist the feeling of control she exerted over the male slaves. She also enjoyed tormenting them. She knew that she could take their 'prepping' to a new level. She would size up each slave as they were brought in and look for ways to expand what she called, her 'male exercises'. She also knew that anything she damaged, she could fix, to a large degree. 

"Just hold still big boy. This might be a little uncomfortable. I can promise you that it's going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me," she said as she moved in closer to his splayed open legs. She rolled the cart in closer to her, in order to get the instruments she needed. 

Toni knew that to prep the slave properly, she would have to keep him hard, but not allow him to cum. The tightly wrapped ball sack would take care of that. She wanted him throbbing hard. The doctor wanted the slaves scrubbed clean and looking good. After what most of them went through on a daily basis, it took a good deal of scrubbing and prepping, just to get them back to a normal appearance. This slave was clean, but his genital skin was in terribly dry shape. First she would have to clean away all of the dead and dry skin, almost like doing her own facials. 




The New Slave Ch. 08



At five thirty Shane, Joe and myself get in the van and climb into the back. We pick up the blindfolds and I'm about to put mine on when my phone vibrates. It's from Sir again.

"Tie their hands behind their backs then put on your blindfold."

"I'm to tie your hands," I tell them, "Sir's orders."

I find leather restraints in the back of the van and I tether their hands behind their backs. I soon as I'm done I put on my blindfold.

The van door opens and Sir climbs in.

"Well done boys. Now it's party time," he says.

Party time? I suddenly remember! Sir was talking about a party last week and that there would be naked serving boys, I realise that's us.

The journey seems longer than normal and I wonder if we are going somewhere different. We arrive at our destination and are led from the van. Sir removes my blindfold and I see that we are in some sort of hall. It has a small stage a one end near the doors where we entered with a music system on it and at the opposite end is a table with lots of alcoholic drinks on. There are various contraptions around the room and my mouth drops open when I realise what they are. Near the stage is a large steel frame with chains hanging from it. In the middle of the room is a set of stocks and what looks like a doctors examination bench with chains and restraints on and next to that a hoist hanging from the rafters. Another table along the left wall has lots of different toys including eletro, whips, dildos, anal beads, a straight jacket and more.

I turn to Sir alarmed and he sees the panic in my eyes.

"Don't worry I won't let any harm come to you." he reassures.

Shane and Joe shuffle nervously. I then notice how Sir is dressed, he is wearing leather chaps that exposes his groin with a leather pouch that covers his genitals. Above his waist he is wearing a leather waistcoat and of course his balaclava. God he looks so fucking hot!

"Remove their blindfolds," he instructs me.

I do as I'm told, Joe gasps when he see's the room.

"Fuck!" Shane says as Sir unties their hands.

"Ok I want all three of you to strip naked," he commands.

I feel really nervous getting naked in a strange place and feel reluctant to do so, I think the boys feel the same.

"NOW!" Sir bellows seeing our reluctance.

Immediately we strip and soon all our clothes are in a pile on the floor. Sir picks them up and takes them to the stage and puts them behind the music system.

"We won't be needing them for a while," he says.

He picks something up from the table of toys, it looks to be several leather belts and clasps. He drops some on the floor and brings one over to shane. As he fits it on him it seems to be some sort of harness that fits over his chest. There is a strap that wraps around his chest with a number of metal loops on and two more straps connected to it that go over his shoulders. They all meet at the back where Sir is fastening them. He then puts leather cuffs on Shane's wrists and clasps them to rings on the leather strap either side of his chest. Shane now can't move his arms away from his sides but his hands can move around and he is able to clasp them in front of him. Shane looks at the contraption with amusement. Sir then fits the same device to me and Joe. I feel somewhat vulnerable in it not being able to move my arms freely. Sir then removes our chastity devices, heads back over to the table and picks up three cock rings and fits them to us all. Sir has difficulty in fitting mine as his touch is causing me to get erect, he crushes one of my testicles getting it through the ring causing me to yelp with pain. I look at my cock now and the ring is causing it to protrude further from my body, it feels even more exposed. He then removes our butt plugs.

I look at Shane and Joe stark naked, arms tied to their sides and sporting semi erections. Somehow I can't see them as the boys that bullied me before. In fact I feel quite aroused seeing them like this. I notice Joe lick his lips as he looks at me and I realise my cock is getting hard.

"Ok boys, you are going to serve my guests with drinks tonight." he says.

"But Sir, how can we server drinks with these on?" Shane asks shaking his hands.

"It's not that hard, you'll figure it out," he replies.

"Why do we have to wear them?" Joe asks.

"It's to stop you from playing with yourselves and to prevent you from stopping the guests from playing with you."

My stomach filled with butterflies, the guests are allow to play with us? 

"Oh yes," he adds, "and you are not allowed to cum without my permission, understood?"

We all nod groaning, we know that not having been allowed to cum for a week and people grabbing and groping us that may just be too tall an order.

Just then the doors open and three guests walk in. The first is an elderly man with some grey in his hair, rugged looks and dressed all in leather. Either side of him are two young guys wearing jeans and a t-shirt, they look around my age and are both blond. They both have dog collars on and the elderly man has a leash to each of them. I suddenly realise the are identical, this man has identical twins for his slaves. He motions to them and they immediately strip naked, their bodies are slim and sinewy with curvy feminine hips. Their cocks although flaccid are a good size and I estimate at least five inches soft. They are very handsome with cute turned up noses and big blue eyes. He then ties their hands behind their backs and leads them to the other side of the hall all the time their eyes staring at me. Their master finds his spot and the twins obediently get down kneel either side of him still with their gaze transfixed on me.

"Go and get our guests some drinks," Sir beckons to me.

I reluctantly walk over to them.

"W-w-would you l-like a drink?" I ask nervously.

"I'll have a beer" the elderly man replies.

I look down at the twins both licking their lips.

"My boys aren't thirsty yet, just the beer will do nicely," the man adds.

I walk away to the drinks table and notice a group of around ten guests arriving, a couple of them obviously slaves. I realise getting can of beer isn't so difficult to do with the restraints on but pouring a drink may have some challenges. I return with the can and hand it to the man, I have to get rather close as I can't reach out to pass it to him. Just then the twins move in and lock their mouths on my protruding very tight ball sack. I gasp and go to pull back but their master grabs the strap around my chest and pulls me closer.

"Where are you going? I do believe my boys want to play with you a little," he says in a menacing tone.

I'm suddenly scared yet extremely aroused as the twins suck my orbs into their mouths.

"Please let me go Sir, I have drinks to serve." I beg.

The boys now are running theirs lips up my throbbing shaft and as they reach the top their mouths and tongues perform a dance on my cock head. I groan and know that I will not be able to stop myself from cumming if they continue.

"Please Sir, I haven't cum for over a week and I don't think I can control it," I plea.

"Oooh, shall we make him cum?" The man suggests.

One of the twins smiles as the other slips his lips over my cock head slides down then length of my cock. I turn my head and give my master a pleading look.

"Don't you dare cum boy!" he shouts over.

I panic and pull back hard to break free, just then the man releases his grip and I end up flat on my back on the floor. I quickly roll over and struggle to my feet before the twins get to me. I briskly walk over to my master, my cock swinging wildly, and grab his arm standing just behind him.

"Having fun?' he giggles.

I shake my head. I look back at the twins, they're smiling and licking their lips. I must admit it was really horny having those two beauty's sucking my cock. I see Shane and Joe are serving some of the new arrivals. One of the guests is stroking Joe's cock and another is feeling up Shane's ass. Sir pushes me over to them to help.

I walk up to a youngish black guy, I'm guessing in his late twenties, dressed in tight cut off jeans, and hiking boots. His chest is bare and chiseled from obvious regular trips to the gym. The large cock is obvious in his shorts and his cock head is just showing from one of the legs. He looks to be a good eight inches and thick with it but I'm not sure if he's erect or not.

"Would you like a drink?" I ask

"My aren't you a cutie," he says.

His hand shoots forward and grabs my testicles. I yelp as he squeezes them hard.

"That's such a lovely cock too," he adds as he pulls my balls from side to side causing my cock to sway.

"Ow, please stop that hurts," I plead.

"What about your ass," he says and before I could say anything he has grabbed my right leg and lifted it up high.

I almost fall over but he wraps his other arm around my back and catches me. His hand moves down my back and between my ass cheeks to my now exposed hole. I gasp loudly as his finger starts to probe me.

"Please stop," I beg.

"Wow, very nice, I'm going to enjoy fucking this," he says.

I suddenly feel a hand grab my arm and pull me away.

"Sorry Jason, this boy's ass is off limits." It's Sir.

"Oh, didn't realise V, pity, I would have really enjoyed fucking that cute ass." Jason replies.

Sir pulls me away and I look back to see Jason wink at me and grab his crotch, I'm sure his cock has grown more.

"Watch that one," Sir says, "I don't trust him, he wasn't even invited. Go and serve those guests over there."

Sir points to two elderly gentlemen that look to be in their sixties. I walk up to them my erect cock swinging as I do, it feels well embarrassing.

"Well hello," one of them greets me.

He has silver hair and is dressed in denim. His face is somewhat weathered but you can read kindness in every wrinkle. His eyes sparkle as he speaks. 

"You are adorable, oh and look at your boner how glorious. I must me wonderful to be so young and horny all the time." he adds smiling at me.

I blush.

"Now Victor, you're embarrassing him," His friend says.

His friend is of a similar age and dressed in a leather jacket and denim jeans. His head is shaved and looks somewhat aggressive but his voice betrays that aggressiveness with a campness to his tone and his movements.

"I'm Ronald, and this is Victor," his friend says ,"pleased to meet you," and he shakes my tethered hand.

"I'm Daniel" I reply.

"Daniel, so fitting," Victor says. "would you mind if I have a little play with your boner? It really is quite beautiful."

"Victor! Why would this lovely young man let an old queen like you molest him," Victor pipes in.

"Oh Ron, you can be so cruel sometimes,"

Victor really does look hurt, I can see it in his eyes they lost the sparkle and I feel sorry for him.

"I don't mind," I said.

Victors eyes began to sparkle again. He reaches out and cups my balls, I expect his ageing hands to be rough but I'm pleasantly surprised at how soft his touch is. Ronald joins in by playing with my nipples, even his touch is amazingly gentle for someone that has such a rough look to them. Victor strokes the length of my shaft and I groan with pleasure.

"Now Victor, don't make him cum, I'm sure his master has told him not to," Ron says, he looks at me, "We know your master very well, ask him about us."

"Oh yes, no cumming just yet," Victor says and stops playing with me, "could we play with you later?"

I really like these two old men, they seem so gentle and caring and I really liked the way they touched me, it made me feel special.

I smile, "I would like that, I will ask Sir if it's ok."

"Wonderful," Victor beams a huge smile.

"Now how about some drinks," Ron pipes in.

"Oh yes, what would you like?" I ask

"A vodka and coke for me and a JD and coke for Ron," Victor says.

I smile and walk over to the drinks table, I pass Sir talking to another guest, he looks at me and winks. Pouring the drinks isn't as challenging as I though it might be, I just have to bend over close to the table to do so. I am aware though that my ass is expose and I can feel the cool air on my rose bud as I do so. I pick up the drinks and I notice Jason at the other end of the hall staring at me and licking his lips. I notice his cock seems to be even bigger and is showing quite substantially, it must be getting on for 10 inches now. I shudder. I notice Joe who is serving the lager group of guests their drinks on a tray as I walk back to Victor and Ron.

"Here are your drinks," I say.

"Thank you so much young man," Victor says.

The both lean forward an give me a peck on either cheek, I blush again.

I walk back over to Sir.

"I see you've met Victor and Ronald," he says.

I nod.

"You know they was my first and they cared for me when I had a rough patch in my life. I really to have a soft spot for them." he says.

"They want to know if they can play with me later?" I ask.

"Of course, in fact I insist on it, I want you to be especially nice to them."

"Yes Sir," I reply smiling.

I hear a loud clatter and then Joe shout, "Ah fuck!" 

I look round and see that he has spilt all the drinks on his tray. This is probably due to the fact that he is being molested by the twins and their master, The twins are on their knees one of them sucking his cock, the other sucking on his balls, their master has his hand round his waist and his other hand is at his ass inserting a finger deep inside Joe's ass. Sir walks over briskly then grabs Joe by the strap and pulls him to the centre of the room. He unties his arms from his sides lifts them up and attaches them to the hoist where there is a bar that Joe can wrap his fingers around.

"You need to be punished for spilling those drinks," Sir says.

"But it was an accident!" Joe complains. Oh dear he didn't call him Sir.

"Ten lashes for spilling the drinks and ten more for not calling me Sir," Sir says as he pulls on the chain.

"No, please, I'm sorry Sir, please don't, please don't whip me," he begs as he is slowly lifted into the air.

Soon his feet are off the floor and he is dangling. Joe struggles causing him to wobble and start spinning round. Every one is watching intently. Sir picks up a whip with many strips of leather and walks over to Joe.

"Pleeeaaassee don't, I'm sorry" Joe plea's.

WHACK!

Joe screams it hits him across his back, he lifts himself up to try and escape the pain.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Across his back and buttocks turning them red. His face is turning red to from the screaming.

WHACK! WHACK!

These were harder and Joe starts to cry. I'm surprised that a so called tough guy could be reduced to tears as easily as me but I remember to the night when I fucked him without knowing it. He cried then too and I had to sooth him, I guess pain and fear can do that to anyone.

"PPLLLEAAASE STOP! SOB!" he cries.

Sir continues to whip him hard and I look around at the guests who seem to be enjoying the show. Some of them have their hands on their crotches and are massaging them. Joe is blubbering hard now, tears streaming down his face continuing to scream as he receives each blow.

Eventually Sir stops, I lost count but I guess he reached twenty. He lowers Joe so that his feet touch the ground but leaves him there and goes back to talk to some of the guests. Even though he used to bully and inflict misery on me I find myself feeling sorry for him. I walk up to him and kiss him, he looks at me through teary eyes and smiles. 

I go back to serving drinks and as I do so I notice two other men have joined Jason and are chatting to him. Both of them look rugged, very muscled with shaved heads and unshaven. I see Shane walking over to Jason with some drinks. He gives the drinks to them men and before he could do anything Jason has grabbed him, spun him round and has him bent over inspecting his ass. Shane gasps as Jason's finger probes his sphincter.

"This is a pretty little hole," Jason says.

The other men lean in to take a better look. Jason whispers something to them and suddenly they grab Shane and lift him in the air, their arms under each leg with their other arms around his back. Shane is now splayed open and I can clearly see his hole. Jason gets down on his back on the floor, lifts himself up on his elbows and sticks out his tongue. The men lower Shane down and soon Jason's tongue is dancing around Shane's tight ring piece causing him to gasp in sheer pleasure. While Jason is expertly rimming Shane he is unfastening his shorts and soon has them completely removed. I can't see how long Jason's cock is from my angle but his ball sack is tight and very large. I judge from Shane's reaction that the cock his very big indeed. Jason nods to the men and the move Shane down Jason's body and over his groin.

Shane starts to panic, "No! Please he's to big!"

Then Jason stands his cock up and I almost faint. It's a whopping twelve inches! And very thick too as his fingers don't reach all the way round. I watch in disbelief as Shane is lowered onto the massive pole.

"Noooo! Please stop!"

Shane struggles but the men are too strong for him. Jason's cock head is firmly against Shane's hole and the men apply pressure. Shane's ring piece gives way and the cock head slips inside causing Shane to shout with pain. They slowly lower him inch by inch.

"ARRRGH! FUCK! NO, IT'S TOO BIG!" he screams but they don't stop.

Lower and lower he goes until eventually they have the whole of Jason's cock inside Shane's guts.

"OH MY GOD! OH JESUS!" Shane shouts.

The men then lift Shane up to the tip of Jason's cock and then slowly back down again.

"OH GOD! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!" he shouts.

The men take up a rhythm and Shane is slowly fucked by the huge pole. I can see panic in his eyes and he looks directly at Sir.

"PLEASE SIR MAKE THEM STOP! AARRRGH FUCK! SIR PLEASE I'M GONG TO CUM!!"

"Don't you dare cum," Sir replies.

Knowing how trigger happy Shane is, this is one order he will not be able to keep.

"NOOOO! PLEEEAAAAASSSEE! ARRRRGGGHHH! SIIIIIRRRRR! UGGGGNNNNMMMPHH!"

With one swift motion they slam Shane down and his cock explodes showering cum everywhere.

Sir swiftly walks over and grabs Shane by his chest strap and forcibly pulls him off Jason's cock with a loud plop.

"Hey I haven't finished," Jason complains.

Sir ignores him and leads Shane to the stocks.

"Please sir, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop it," he plea's.

"You need to learn more self control. Twenty for cumming without permission," Sir says.

He opens the stocks and pushes Shane into them. His head and arms go into the slots and he kneels on the platform below. Sir then closes them and fastens a clasp. Shane is now trapped in them and with the platform being so high his ass is level with his head and showing his now gaping hole from his recent fucking. Sir picks up the whip he used earlier and begins to whip Shane across his ass. Shane screams at the pain and tries to break free of the stocks but they hold fast.

WHACK!

People are visibly masturbating now with cocks out all round the room. Sir completes his twenty strokes bringing Shane to tears and causing his ass to glow red. One of the men that held Shane earlier comes over to his head and takes out his six inch cock and offers is to Shane. Teary eyed he doesn't hesitate and opens his mouth, the man feeds him his cock and slowly starts to face fuck him. Sir walks away and returns to talking to his friends, meanwhile Jason walks over to Shane, his huge erect cock pointing skyward and swinging as he walks. I watch in amazement as he feeds the whole length of his cock into Shane's bowels, Shane groans loudly with his mouth full of cock. Jason picks up speed and he fucks Shane hard using the full length of his cock. I wince when I think that he wanted to fuck me with that thing. 




The New Slave Ch. 08



Toni, as well as most of the prep girls, knew the male anatomy. They also knew what buttons to push and what toys to use, in order to achieve a well-prepped slave. Toni was enjoying this one. She'd worked on big cocks, but this one was so thick and plump. And the balls were something she had never even seen before. She also knew what was inside the male genitals and how they functioned. By tightly wrapping off the ball sack, forcing the balls to the bottom, she could lessen his arousal and keep him rock hard at the same time. It also helped stem the flow of pre cum that would continue to pour out of the slave as he was being prepped. She would still have to be careful to keep him from cumming, but there were ways to stop that also.

"Are you ready for me, big boy?" Toni moved up closer to his wide spread legs, her knees against his inner thighs. She had put her bikini bottom back on, knowing that she would become more aroused by the work on the slave. She had already cum once, which was enough for her at the moment. Wearing her bottoms, she would be able to stuff tissues into the sheer fabric to catch the thick fluid still leaking from her. Her rough treatment on males always made her horny. This one was going to be fun. She reached between his legs and pulled the trapped balls outward, away from his body. Holding the meaty ovals in her left hand, she glanced up to see what was going on with Casey. It looked as if Casey was quickly approaching another orgasm. All Toni could hear was Casey's panting and sloshy sounds coming from between her legs. The slave's head was quickly moving up and down. Gripping the tight ball sack with her left hand, Toni quickly raised her right hand over her head. With the palm open, she quickly brought it down against the trapped balls with a hard slap. 

"Ummmppphhh, ummmppphhh, ummmppphhh," came from the slave in a muffled cry. Toni could see that his head tried to jerk upward. Casey had been through this scenario before and knew that it was coming, even though she wasn't even watching her friend. Casey held onto his head tighter forcing his mouth against her overly wet pussy. Without saying a word, she was ordering him to continue on her. He did. Even with the punishing slap on the exposed balls, he continued his oral stimulations to her. She held his head tightly as Toni raised her hand up again. 

"Ummmppphhh, Agghhhhhhh," he panted out loud, again jerking his head upward. His read end had pushed down against the table, a feeble attempt to shield the tender balls from Toni. With nowhere to go and not being able to move, he was held wide open, waiting for her next blow. 

"Whoa, what a good boy. You do that well. Those were pretty hard hits. I could even see your balls trying to blow out from the sides. Maybe a little more will soften them up some. They're so firm. They need some tenderizing." Toni was more than enjoying her torture on Ross. She quickly raised her right hand up again, this time closing her fingers into a fist. Each time she had slapped him, both balls had pushed outward in the sack. Her left hand tightened its grip on the tender skin, holding it in place. Her right hand came down hard on the ball sack. This time there was no give as her hand made a direct hit on both of them. 

"UMMMPPPHHH, AHHHGGGHHHH," came out of the slave's muffled mouth. Casey held onto his head tightly, her orgasm beginning again. His mouth was still pressed to her pussy, his tongue lapping as fast and hard as he could. Both Toni and Casey knew that he was being 'motivated' to service them. 

"Damn, you can take a lot. I know that hurt a lot," Toni said out loud. She had used this treatment on almost all of the slaves. This was the first time she had done it and the slave still had his senses to keep working on her partner. In the past they had struggled or jerked to get free, and one had even passed out. "It would appear that this slave has a very high pain threshold." She reached down and began to massage the two swelling balls. The skin was blood red after the three hard hits. The one thing that Toni couldn't help but notice was the fact that the slave's cock was getting thicker and longer. A long glob of pre-cum slowly fell from the tip. 

"Whatever you're doing, keep it up," Casey moaned out loud. She had already cum twice and was wanting more. It seemed that the rougher that Toni got with the slave, the better the effect was on Casey. 

Toni continued to rub the bruised balls for a few minutes, watching as the slave's cock got harder. There was now a steady flow of pre-cum from his cock. Toni had found that with hard hits to the balls, almost every slave lost his erection. She found it fun and arousing to get them up and then soften them. She would do this for hours on end, finding new ways to harden a slave, then another way to deflate his cock. But this slave should be soft right now, and yet he was getting harder. She checked the wrapping around the top of the sack and found it to be tight. 

"Damn Casey. Those are some tough balls. Could you see what I was doing?" Toni continued her rough massage of the over ripened balls. There was virtually no room in the tightly wrapped sack, for his balls to move to. She was mostly using her thumbs and fingers to mash them and push them back into shape. 

"I can't see what you're doing and I don't care. Whatever it is, just keep doing it. His mouth was going crazy there for a minute." Casey's eyes were tightly clenched, beads of perspiration forming across the top of her breasts. Her legs were shaking and she still had a tight grip of Ross' head in her hands. 

"This slave is different. I'm really busting his balls and he's getting harder." Her hands kneading and rolling the two round shapes inside the tightly wrapped ball skin mesmerized her. It was quickly appearing to Toni, that the slave's cock was more responsive to rough treatment than it was to any pleasurable treatment. The more she squeezed and worked the two balls, the harder his cock got. He was fully extended, the head sticking out from under the thick foreskin. A long string of pre-cum dripped from the head. Looking down, Toni could see a puddle of the thick liquid pooling on the shiny floor. 

"Ummm, Casey, I think that you're going to like this one," Toni said, smiling at her shaking and trembling friend. Casey wasn't listening. She was concentrating on the slave's tongue, still frantically working her engorged clit. She was on the verge of her third orgasm. The first two wracked her entire body and the one coming was going to be Earth shattering.

"Ummm, baby I know just what you want," Toni mumbled, a smile spreading across her lips as she remembered something from earlier. She quickly reached over to the rolling cart and picked out a butt plug. This one was different in that it had a prostate stimulator at the end. She quickly squeezed out some lubricant onto it and rubbed it onto the hard rubber surface. Reaching out, she spread the slave's butt cheeks, noticing that his body stiffened as she spread him open. She pressed the pointed head of the plug against the constricted hole and firmly pushed it into him. His rear jerked and his legs tightened up. She enjoyed any reaction that she could pull from a slave. She continued to press the plug into him, knowing that the prostate stimulator would be pressed downward against the sensitive gland. With the plug locked into place, she reached between his legs and grabbed the thick cock, jerking it several times. He was already hard, but her manipulation of his male meat made him thicken up and the head swell. She had to look to see what she had done because she had never felt a male's cock head swell so huge before. It had actually flared wide in her hand, to the point that she could feel his pulse through the skintight head. 

"Baby, I think you're ready for some real cleaning. Do you think you're ready?" She watched him for a reaction. His head was still quickly moving between Casey's creamy thighs. His butt was still slightly raised, as far as it could while being restrained. But his thighs were a give away. They were rock hard and tensed. Looking down she could see that he was almost on his tiptoes, an attempt to avoid her punishing hands. 

Toni quickly reached over to the cart and removed a large cup and a clear plastic bottle. The bottle contained an astringent, which would be used to clean the slave's skin. She poured the astringent into the cup and held it down below the hard cock. With her other hand, she quickly grabbed it and jerked it up and down several times. She continued to rub it this way till she could see that the slave was beginning a rhythmic thrusting in his hips. Even though he could barely move, it was still obvious that he was enjoying the cock stimulation. She knew he was too, feeling the head swell hugely. He was wet enough that her hand was covered in his pre-cum. 

"Baby, this is going to really warm you up, and I do mean hot," she said, her hand on his cock quickly gripping it hard and pulling the foreskin back tight. Her other hand raised the cup upward till his entire cock was engulfed in the caustic liquid. The edges of the cup pressed up against his body. 

"Agghhhhhhh, unggghhh, unggghhh, unggghhh," he screamed out, his head immediately jerking upward as much as it could. Toni held the cup in one hand, her other hand pushing against the butt plug, holding it in. Restrained, he couldn't move as the astringent went to work on the raw and swollen cock. He kept thrusting and jerking but because of the restraints, he was barely moving. 

"Oh no you don't," Casey moaned out loud as his head popped up, away from the throbbing clit. She was at the very beginning of her third and most intense orgasm and she wasn't about to let some thrashing slave mess it up. Both of her hands latched onto his head and forced his mouth back onto her throbbing area. She immediately pulled her legs together, holding his head tighter. She drew her feet up behind his head, using them to pull him harder against her now convulsing pussy. She was cumming hard, her clit literally popping as his mouth continued to work it. 

"Hold him, hold him still," Toni yelled at Casey as she saw her legs pulling him between her thighs. Casey was panting, her entire body jerking as the spasms rolled through her. She was holding onto him tightly, unable to let go till her entertainment was completely finished. 

"Hold still slave. We're not even close to finished." Toni had now put one hand on his butt, trying to hold him steady. Her other hand was holding the cup of hot liquid against his body, pressed tightly to him. The more he jerked and thrashed around, the more his cock was moving in the cup, absorbing the burning liquid. It thrilled Toni, listening to his cries and was exhilarated by her own effort in restraining him. She knew that the liquid was cleaning his cock but it was also burning it. He was still struggling as she quickly moved the cup of liquid away from his throbbing and raw cock. Putting the cup back onto the cart, she was fascinated as she sat and watched the hot red cock twitch and spasm from the pain. Surprisingly, he was still rock hard. She could hear him panting, trying to catch his breath while his face was being forced between Casey's legs. 

"Oh baby, you did good. Now for some real cleaning," she said, still watching his cock bob and twitch. The color of his cock skin looked like a really bad sunburn. It was that red. She quickly grabbed an exfoliating glove from the cart and put it on her right hand. Being right handed, she would be able to really work him. She poured a little of the astringent onto the glove, allowing it to soak in. 

"Hold on big boy. This is really going to smart," she laughed as she slowly wrapped her gloved fingers around the raw and sensitive cock. She really was surprised that he was hard. She grasped the thick muscles tightly and began to slowly move her grip up and down the thick shaft. His entire body jerked as he felt the astringent start to burn the already overly sensitized skin. She used her other hand, grasping his left ball, the bigger one of the two. Slowly she dug her fingers into the tightly drawn sack and began to squeeze the swollen ball. Her other hand continued to squeeze hard, slowly drawing the cock skin up tight against his pubic bone, then slowly pulling it back down tight over the head. She was slowly milking him, except that it felt as though his cock was on fire. He was still hard, but Toni could tell that he was becoming swollen. 

"Maybe I can help you out a little bit. Does this feel better," she asked him, her hand now moving up and down his cock faster, softly jerking it. The astringent had already taken an effect. Almost numb, he was feeling the friction of her masturbatory technique. Toni knew that she could make him cum, but she didn't want to do that. After about a minute of the 'hot hand job' his hips were beginning to thrust slowly outward, matching her hand motions. As sore as his cock was, he wanted to cum. 

"Oh shit, I'm sensitive. Stop whatever you're doing," Casey softly pleaded. Her legs were still spread loosely on top of the slave's back. Her back was no longer arched; she was now slumped down in the seat, her body exhausted. After a few moments, she couldn't take it any more and grabbed Ross' face, holding his head up and away from her overly sensitive pussy. She'd had enough. 

"Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh," the slave was moaning, his hips thrusting in time with Toni's rubbing. She'd done this hundreds of times before, and this one would be no different. She listened carefully, watching the slave's hips and back. Watching his back, she could judge his breathing and time her movements to his orgasm. She smiled.

"Ok baby, are you ready for me. Huh? You want me to finish you? Are you going to show me what's in those melons between your legs? Come on show me. Come on let me see the mess. Do you want me to finish you?" She watched carefully as his breathing turned into an obvious pant. His hips were thrusting as hard as he could, considering the restraint that he was under. He wasn't moving very much, but his pelvic thrusts were obvious. Even Casey had sat up and was watching intently. She was holding his face up, her eyes staring into his; waiting to see his reaction as his balls blew out their contents. His eyes were shut tightly, wanting to cum. He was almost there.

"Pump it baby, pump it. Show me your milk. Let me see how much is in there. Come on show me. Come on. Want me to pop those huge nuts? Show me your nut milk. I can feel it in there, come on let it all out," she said taunting him. She could see in his body movements that he was on the verge of cumming. Knowing that he was right at the edge, she quickly let go of his cock, watching it jerk and twitch, trying to cum after the stimulation left it. 

"Maybe this will help you," Toni said loudly. She immediately used both hands, each grabbing a ball and squeezing it hard. Using her thumbs and forefingers, she pressed into each meaty orb, trying to squeeze them into separate halves. She was pressing so hard that she had to rise up, her body weight bearing down on the quivering mass of muscles and nerves. 

"Oh, come on baby. Let us see the milk. Are you having a problem? Are you finding it a little bit difficult to spurt? I bet you are. Have you ever had those things popped? If you spurt right now, it'll take the pressure off of them. Try. Try to spurt. I promise it'll help. It'll stop hurting if you dump them. If you don't, then Toni's going to pop them." Casey was now right in his face, holding it up to her face. She leaned forward and kissed him hard on the mouth. 

"Toni was fascinated. She was using each hand to hold onto and squeeze a ball. She was leaning back, watching her hands work on the two muscled balls. But what fascinated her the most was that the slave's cock was twitching so hard. It was trying to cum even though she was punishing his balls so hard. He was going cum whether she allowed it or not. She wasn't going to allow it. She immediately let go of the balls, watching them as they quivered in the thin-skinned sack. She quickly undid the ace bandage and allowed the blood to circulate back into the swollen sack. Instantly, as the blood flowed back into the tortured balls and sack, his cock began to soften. Within less than a minute, he was completely soft, a huge amount of pre-cum dripping from the head. 

"Damn baby, I thought you were going to show us something with that meaty thing. I'm disappointed," Toni said in mock disappointment. She made sure to not touch him, fearing that he still might cum, just from the over sensitivity. He was still panting, the frustration obvious in every breath. "Ahhhhhhh, poor baby, you want to cum don't you. Well, not today. Maybe next time I'll let you. I'm sure that you've already cum enough yesterday and this morning," Toni just sat there, watching the completely soft cock that was still twitching hard. Pre-cum was literally dripping all over the floor.

"I think he wanted it badly," Casey chimed in, her delight showing also. 

"I don't know. Those balls might not be doing anything for a while. They're pretty battered. I think they're a lot bigger than when we started," she added, laughing. 

Toni knew that the condition of his cock and balls was bad to start with. Now, they had made it worse. They'd have to quickly improve it. But they weren't worried. They had done this hundreds of times before. 

"Just hold still big boy. We're going to fix all of that mess up." She got up and retrieved another cart from along the wall. This one was stocked full of lotions, oils, and vitamin enriched supplements for skin care. "This won't take any time at all. Besides, we don't want you looking bad for security when they come for you." She laughed at her own joke.

Casey had been invigorated. She felt great and was ready to get moving again. She rolled the cart over to the spread legs of Ross and sat down behind him. She quickly examined the butt plug that was still firmly in place. Running her finger down underneath the plug, she could feel where the slave's prostate was pushed outward, the inner plug putting pressure against it. 

"I bet that feels good, doesn't it?" she asked him. Using her middle finger, she ran small circles around the swollen gland, stimulating him. She pressed her middle and forefinger against it and rhythmically pressed it. Within seconds, the fleshy and very swollen cock began to swell quickly. She continued till he was rock hard. With an audible pop, she pulled the plug from his butt. Immediately, she grasped the tender and raw cock and began to massage it, huge amounts of pre-cum running over her hand. The pre-cum was getting messy so she looked to the cart. Finding what she wanted, she quickly grabbed 4 Q-tips and firmly pushed them into the opening of his cock head. It was quickly obvious to her that his opening had been stretched sometime in the past. She took another two Q-tips and forced them into the now tight opening. That seemed to fix the current problem, stopping all the pre-cum down in the shaft. 

"Ok, I'm going to make you feel and look a lot better. Just relax. This is going to feel very good. Not as good as you're wanting, but pretty good anyway." She reached over to the cart and removed a bowl of warmed oil. Putting both of her hands into the oil, she took a large hand full and began to massage it into the tortured skin of his cock and balls. Being hard, it began to immediately soak into him. He was somewhat numb from all of the abuse, but the oil was allowing some of the feeling to come back. She worked quickly, massaging the warm oil into his skin. He remained hard the entire time, wanting to cum, but not getting to that point. 

"Feeling better? I knew you would. You're being such a good slave. I want to reward you but they wouldn't like that. So, I would if I could, but I can't," she said laughing. She continued massaging the oil in, watching closely as he began to approach orgasm. As soon as he was close, she immediately stopped. She then took a dry clean towel and held it against the tender oiled skin. Soaking up the excess oil, she held it there till he was almost dry in appearance. She quickly checked him for any oily spots and removed those. Tossing the towel to a corner of the room, she reached for the cart again, removing a heavy lotion to condition his skin. 




The New Slave Ch. 08



"Damn, he's perking right up. A little bit more and you'd never know that we almost broke his toys," Toni said, laughing at her joke. Both of the girls noticed that his cock was looking very thick and healthy. The dead and dry skin had been removed and the oil was making his skin look fresh and moisturized. 

Casey continued to rub the elastin-based lotion into his cock and balls, in essence removing any traces of scratches or damage. Within a few moments, his cock and balls looked as if they had never been abused or tortured. He was definitely enjoying his skin treatment. His cock was rock hard, the head flared hugely, still holding on tightly to the 6 Q-tips stuffed into its mouth. 

Rubbing and massaging the conditioner in to the point that it was no longer evident, Casey then started applying a lotion containing a huge dosage of supplemental vitamins. Vitamins A, E, and K in a large dose would help his skin heal quickly and would take on a youthful appearance. Even at his age, a youthful looking cock was not a requirement. But it helped when the staff, security, or the trainers began working on it. It was at the very least, a more appealing cock to train or even to play with. And with his size, both prep girls knew that there would probably be a lot of appointments made with this new slave. 

While the slave was still catching his breath, his cock had deflated to the point of looking very healthy and very fat. It was now soft, still somewhat elongated and hanging down. With the Q-tips in place, there was not even a single drop of his pre-cum evident. 

"He looks good. Good enough to eat," Casey smarted off, still enjoying the arousal level that had barely diminished since Ross had finished working her oversized clit. Both Casey and Toni were back in their bikinis, looking almost like nothing had happened. Ross was still fully restrained, locked into place with the leg and body restraints. His breathing had returned to normal and his cock looked like it hadn't been touched in a long time, let alone battered or tortured.

"He does look good. But we both know that it isn't his cock that we're interested in. Can you believe his oral talents? Ummm, I want to go again. I'm ready," Toni commented. Just watching the restrained slave sent a slight shiver through her lower abdomen and genital regions. Both Toni and Casey were admiring their handiwork and the endowment of the slave when they heard a knock at the door.

Toni quickly unlocked the door, allowing Rachel and Allison back into the prep room. Luckily, everything looked normal to the already suspecting Rachel. 

"Well, how did it go?" Rachel asked, looking around the room for any evidence that they had used or abused the new slave. 

"Oh, it was great," Casey replied, her hand slightly brushing against the swollen area inside her bikini bottom. She was still feeling the aftermath of her last orgasm. "We always enjoy someone new. And he definitely has a set of balls on him." Toni didn't say anything. She just sat about picking up the room.

Already suspicious, Rachel walked over to the slave. She bent down and examined the freshly scrubbed and oiled genitals. The first thing she noticed were the Q-tips sticking out of the tip of his cock head. Allison remained at the door, in shock at seeing her beloved slave restrained in such a fashion. She had never seen a slave that was completely immobilized. Ankle and wrist restraints were one thing, but a full body immobilization was a shock to her. She immediately worried that the prep girls had hurt him. 

"Did you clean him, 'inside' and out?" Rachel demanded, eyeing Toni closely. Rachel was referring to the slave's urethra, where the Q-tips were now easily viewed. She also was asking if they had done an enema on the slave, something that all prep service required.

"Sure, what do you think we do here, goof off?" Casey was the first to reply. She and Toni both knew that they had never cleaned the inside of the slave's cock or given him the usual enema. They had been so busy with their own entertainment that they had never even thought of it. 

Rachel bent back down and ran her finger down the crack of the slave's butt. Feeling the lubricant around the puckered hole, she assumed that it was an oil of some type. She then looked again at the Q-tips.

"We're drying him out, so to speak. He kept dripping so much that we had to plug him to keep from getting his pre-cum all over the place. Boy, he is a heavy producer. But be assured, he is in tip-top shape. He's all clean." 

Rachel stood there looking at both Casey and Toni. Neither one of them batted an eye as they returned her stare. Casey finally broke the silence as she reached down between the slave's legs and jerked the 6 Q-tips out at once. It obviously hurt him, the slave jerking somewhat as she pulled them out of the thick cock. Immediately several long strings of pre-cum began to drip from him.

"Ok, he's good to go," Rachel said. "Go ahead and take him loose." Rachel turned and saw that Allison was horrified, watching the slave lay restrained to the table. 

"I'll get him," was all that Allison said as she rushed over to the table and started releasing and unbuckling the restraints on the slave. As she did so, her hands moved softly over his skin, almost as if she were checking him for any injuries. She was particularly gentle with the restraints near his cock and balls. Very briefly but very tenderly, her fingers touched the swollen ball sack. As Allison finished undoing the last of the restraints, two more security officers showed up. 

"This is the new slave. Take him to one of the back training rooms that isn't in use and use full restraints on him. I'll be there later." Rachel could see the color rush out of Allison's face. She had wanted to go with the slave, to be near him. Rachel had already made plans for both of them, but Allison didn't know about it. The two security officers took Ross from the prep room while Allison watched him intently. Rachel could see the look on Allison's face and recognized it as one that she had seen in herself, years before. She was beginning to like Allison more and more.



The New Slave Ch. 09



Chapter 9: Allison's Education

The two security officers immediately removed Ross from the prep room. When he came in, he was still wearing the filthy cum coated loincloth. Taking him from the prep room, they had handcuffed him and walked him out, totally nude. Just the act of removing the Q-tips from his cock had created a surge of arousal, which started his cock thickening and dropping down. Even though he wasn't hard, his cock was flopping around, fat and long. His balls were still overheated and very swollen. They bulged outward with every step he took. Between the prep area and the training rooms, there were plenty of personnel standing around and watching. They were all enjoying the show of the new slave. Most of them had heard about him, and now they were seeing the actual proof of his size. His balls were huge. They all watched, as he was lead to a back area training room. He began to enjoy the looks and stares as he walked, causing him to swell more. 

"Where are they taking him?" Allison was already worried about her new pet. 
 "Don't worry. He's in good hands. Maybe I should say that he 'will' be in good hands, very shortly. Relax. He's ok. Didn't he look ok to you?"

"Ummm, he always looks good to me," Allison mumbled dreamily. She was still staring at the cum covered loincloth. Even Toni and Casey were surprised at Allison's obvious behavior. Most of the employees at the facility were older and more mature than the very young Allison. It was different to see an employee openly wanting a slave and being so obvious about it. 

"Don't worry about him. He'll be ok. Come on, I have something to show you. Since it is your first day, we need to get your training going." Rachel gave some quick instructions to the two prep girls, and then quickly left the room with Allison. Allison remained quiet, saying very little as they walked through the building. 

"Tell me more about this 'appointment' thing," Allison asked, trying to hide her intense curiosity. Rachel had been the same way when she first started at the facility. She could relate to how the young trainee was feeling. 

"It's very simple. Once you've determined that you want to experience, or let's say spend some time with a slave, you ask for an appointment. The appointment is set up and at the designated time and area; the slave is brought to you and then you..... Well, you do whatever it is you want to do." Rachel knew just how Allison was feeling. She could well remember how she felt, the first time she wanted to meet with a very young handsome slave. 

"Is it all in private, just me and him?" Allison was staring up at Rachel, waiting for an answer. "How much time do I get, and what can I do with my appointment?" Feeling a little bolder, Allison was thinking up new questions. 

"Relax, you have plenty of time to plan for all of that. You can spend as much time with the slave as you like, as long as he's back in his quarters by midnight. And you can do anything you want to him, with him, or even for him. But you can't hurt him. At least nothing that causes any serious injury or damage."

"I want the new slave," Allison said emphatically. "When can I do an appointment?" 

"Whoa, like I said. You need to look for someone else, not him. He's not right for you, at least not right now. You have plenty of time to look around. I'll help you find someone that you can play with. Someone more of your own age and thinking." Rachel was surprised at Allison's persistence. 

"But I want him. What's wrong with him?" Allison had stopped walking and was determined to get answers to all of her first day questions.

"He's too big. He's older and experienced. I think that he's more than you are ready for." Rachel had already planned on making an appointment with the slave. She knew that she and Ross would have hours and hours of exhaustive fun. This entire thing was quickly becoming a problem. "Look. No offense, but you're very young and have not been with any men. You need to take it slow, enjoy yourself. You have all the time in the world to do whatever you want to do."

"I will take it slow. But I want to spend time with him," Allison was pleading. Allison's infatuation was more than obvious. Rachel was having a hard time figuring what her young friend was so excited about. Was it the slave's cock, or that it was her first time watching a male, or being with a male? She wasn't sure. But for now, she'd be Allison's friend and try and help her out.

"Tell you what. I have a surprise for you. I think it's something that will cheer you up." Rachel was grinning at the young trainee. "It might get some of this new slave stuff out of your system. Interested?" Rachel had stopped walking.

"Sure, what?" Allison was still disappointed about Rachel's advice.

"Come on. We're going there now." Rachel quickly turned and headed into another building, away from the main facility. They entered the large building which appeared almost deserted. Making their way down the hall, they finally came to the rear of the building. It seemed that no one else was even in the building. Walking to the end of the hall, Rachel took out her keys and unlocked a heavily secured door. Before opening the door, Rachel turned to the young woman. 

"I said I have a surprise for you. Are you interested?"

"Sure. I like surprises." Allison was peering into the darkened room.

"Ok, but you have to promise to listen to what I'm telling you and follow my instructions, explicitly. Understand?"

"Yes. I understand," Allison quickly replied, the excitement rising in her voice. She didn't know what to expect, but liked the idea of a surprise. 

Rachel opened the door and they both stepped into the dark room. Rachel instructed Allison to stay at the door till she could turn a light on. Allison did so, listening intently to the silence of the room. She could smell a very pleasant but subtle fragrance in the room. As the door closed, Allison thought that it seemed like they had just been locked in a vault. She stood in the dark, waiting for Rachel to turn the light on. 

"Here it is," Rachel said as a small light came on, on the far side of the room. Allison's eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit room. It was very comfortably furnished, deep lush curtains, heavy fabrics, oversized deep cushioned chairs and a large bed against one wall. As Allison's eyes finally became adjusted to the room's lighting, she was thrilled to see the new slave, fully restrained on the bed. His ankle restraints were secured to the foot of the bed, while his wrist restraints were secured to the headboard. Each restraint was loose enough that he had a slight amount of freedom in his arms and legs. Not enough to move around, but enough that he could be comfortable. Being fully restrained, he had a leather strap around his head, holding a ball gag in place in his mouth. 

"Oh my gosh, it's him," Allison said dreamily, almost in a whisper. She took a step toward the bed, but quickly stopped, waiting for Rachel's approval. Rachel just smiled at her and nodded her head at her. 

"This is not an appointment," Rachel said, heavily emphasizing the word n-o-t. "This is what you might call a private training session. I thought it might help you, to get a private lesson in the male anatomy. That is, if you're interested."

"Interested. How could I not be? I'm more than interested," Allison could barely hold back her excitement. She was excited but at the same time, had not taken a step toward the bed. "Come on, move over here. He' won't bite. Not much, unless you want him to," she said, laughing. Rachel was still watching Allison, as she stood motionless, staring at the prostrate slave tied to the bed in front of her. "Relax, he is restrained. He can't do anything unless you want him to.

"He's unbelievable. I've never seen anything like him." Allison slowly made her way across the room, walking up to the foot of the bed. 

"If I remember our earlier conversation, you haven't ever seen anything like this," Rachel added, watching Allison closely. Allison's eyes were glued to the slave's lower body. "You told me that you've never been with a man."

"I haven't. But I've read a lot and seen some pictures of men. I was only about 13 years old when the women's laws went into effect. Since then, there haven't been a lot of men around to even look at, let alone in this condition. I think he looks wonderful."

"Well, with your innocent lifestyle so far, I thought that it wouldn't hurt for you to have a little bit of a private training. And you did seem to show an interest in this one, earlier this morning." Rachel just stood back, watching Allison as her eyes took in the entire nude male, restrained in front of her. Rachel laughed to herself, thinking of how Allison looked as if she were trying to decide what part of the buffet to attack first. 

The new slave seemed comfortable, his head propped up by thick pillows. The two security personnel that had delivered Ross to the room knew that Rachel was planning something. They understood and had prepared the room and the slave before locking the door behind them. His ankle and wrist restraints were tight, but not so tight that he couldn't move. He was able to move his arms and legs a little. The ball gag was a standard when there were no security personnel around. 

Allison moved up to the side of the bed, on the slave's left hip. She was almost hopping from foot to foot as her eyes moved up and down the slave's body, enjoying the view and visually examining all of those parts that she had only heard of but had never actually seen. 

Ross lay on the bed comfortably. His legs were restrained wide enough that his immense and still very warm ball sack lay bloated on the soft sheets. His cock was soft but still thick and fat, lying flatly against his stomach. A small puddle of pre-cum had pooled under his cock head, evidence of the prep girls heated treatment of him. 

"I know that you haven't been around any males. There's nothing wrong with that. But as of right now, you won't be able to say that anymore. And since you showed an interest in him, I thought that he'd be good for you to start with. Well, I mean start with in one way but not all ways." Rachel had moved up to the right side of the bed, standing next to him. Even Rachel thought that he looked very good, especially after having been made presentable by the prep girls. Allison was still staring at the slave her eyes open wide. 

"I don't think that you need a lesson in male anatomy, do you?" Rachel asked softly.

"No, no, I've read a lot about that," Allison said, almost in a whisper, her eyes still watching the soft but thick cock lying on his stomach. "I've never done anything with a male, but I have read a lot." 

"Ok. Well, first off, a lot of what you do here will involve arousal. And I do mean theirs, not yours. The male. The purpose for them being here is to produce. The more aroused they are, the easier it is for them to produce. They can be stimulated in a thousand different ways, but their arousal level can make a lot of difference in their production. You can take sperm out of a male anytime, depending on what method you're using. But the amount and the ease of the extraction is mostly up to you." Allison glanced at Rachel, looking confused.

"You're here to learn, and to enjoy yourself. So for now, go ahead and take your top off." 

"What? My top? Why?" Allison's attention was now completely diverted to Rachel. Rachel just smiled at her. Allison looked shocked.

"Relax. I think that you're going to enjoy this. I promise. I know that you've been assigned to security, but this will help you understand a few things." Rachel just stood there smiling, watching the wide-eyed Allison.

"Ok, I think," Allison said in almost a whisper. She slowly began to unbutton the top of her Polo shirt. Allison had been told in her pre-employment interview, to dress differently than she was use to. Without it being said, the pre-employment interviewer suggested that Allison 'show a little more skin'. It had been made clear what the facility was involved in, and that nudity and sex were very commonplace around the facility. She was also told that her appearance could help with the facilities' functions. Allison had never understood that last part, until now. Allison showed up for her first day at work wearing what she thought was provocative, short shorts and a Polo type short sleeve shirt. She looked very sexy, but quickly saw that she was overdressed, compared to the other girls at the facility. 

"Just relax. You're doing fine. The slave has been brought here, just for you. This is a private training session. Let him see just what you look like. Believe me, I think that both of you are going to enjoy this." Rachel could see that Allison was reluctant to undress, but knew that there was no reluctance in her arousal. "Did you enjoy what you saw me do to the slave this morning?" 

"Oh yes. A lot," Allison mumbled, blushing brightly. "I had never watched anything like that before. I had only heard about that stuff." 

"Well, as part of your training, you're going to do it," Rachel said, sitting down on the side of the bed. "Go ahead, get undressed. It will be better for both of you. And with this particular slave, you'll find yourself a lot cleaner afterwards." 

Allison hesitated, her eyes glued to the slave's eyes. She knew he was watching her and she had never undressed in front of a man before. She slowly pulled the Polo shirt over her head, exposing a very lacy white cotton bra. It was the sexiest bra that she had, but she wasn't expecting anyone to be seeing it. She had already kicked off her shoes and hesitated as she began to unzip her short shorts. She could feel her own arousal level began to soar, just thinking of what Rachel wanted her to do. The moistness between her virgin thighs was more than obvious to her. She had been wet ever since they entered the slave's holding room, earlier that morning. 

"Relax. You're going to have fun. See what you're already doing to the slave," Rachel said softly, nodding downward at the slave. Allison looked down at him, seeing that his cock had began to thicken. Even as she watched it, it began to slowly elongate. Allison had hardly even seen a nude male, let alone anyone as big as this one. 

Allison slowly unzipped her shorts, holding a moment before letting them fall to the floor. All that was left now was the white bra and a matching white cotton thong. She slowly stepped out of them, then slowly reached back behind her and undid the bra. She held her elbows close to her body for a moment, keeping the bra in place, before letting it also slip to the floor. 

"He likes you. It's more than obvious," Rachel commented, pointing to the semi hard cock that was slowly rising from his flat stomach. See what your body has done for him. You're arousing him. You have a very attractive body." Rachel sat smiling at the almost nude Allison. Even in the semi dark room, Allison's blush could be seen. Allison could feel her own juices begin to seep from the more than sensitive lips. She'd never felt this way before and she was slowly beginning to relax and to enjoy the training. Her breasts were small but her nipples were pushing outward, hard and erect. Her arousal was obvious. 

"Go ahead and finish undressing. Get comfortable and then move in close to him on his side." Rachel was beginning to feel her own arousal as she directed the new employee. She watched as Allison hesitantly slid her thumbs into the thong's hipline and slid them down over her hips. Allison was darkly tanned, having only a small white patch of skin along her pubic hair, covering the small triangle area. She was small and petite, but very sexy in her innocence. Rachel suspected that Allison was a ball of fire, hidden under the innocent look. 

Allison just stood at the side of the bed, completely nude, her thighs pressed tightly together with one arm poised across her bare breasts. She didn't appear to be scared but just not use to being nude in front of other people. She didn't know what to do next.

"Relax. This is going to be fun. Move up onto the bed. Get comfortable," Rachel instructed the awkward but aroused Allison. 

Allison slowly crawled up onto the bed, sitting with her knees under her, pressed almost up against the slave's left hip. Moving in closer to him, she was now beginning to get a lot closer look at the fast growing organ between his legs. He wasn't fully hard but he was thick and fat, an obvious amount of pre-cum oozing from the foreskin covered head. 

"Do you like that," Rachel asked, pointing to the growing cock. 

"Oh yes. I've never seen anything like it. It's so big and thick." Allison seemed mesmerized by the slowly rising cock. The foreskin was still covering the head, but was slowly rolling back, exposing the head more. 

"Show him how much you like it. Touch it. I promise it won't bite," Rachel said, laughing. 

"Ummm," was all that Allison could say? She was hesitant as she reached out toward the growing cock. Gently, her fingertips touched the foreskin causing it to twitch slightly. Her fingers moved slowly around it, softly picking up the still thickening cock. She held it in her hand, amazed as she felt it growing in her hand. It seemed bigger now that she was holding it, compared to having watched it earlier that morning. 

"Don't worry, you're not going to hurt him. Squeeze it, feel it. Feel the different textures that make up the male." Rachel was more than aroused, watching the young Allison, her first time with a male. "Believe me, with this slave, I don't think that you can hurt him. Feel how the head swells in your hand. Pull back the foreskin and examine it closely." 

Allison quickly followed all of Rachel's instructions, enjoying each and every step. By now, the slave's cock was rock hard. Allison particularly enjoyed how thick the foreskin was and how it slid back exposing the flared cock head. The head was so smooth and velvety. She kept running her fingertips over it, amazed at the feeling. She also couldn't help but notice the profuse oozing of his pre-cum. Her fingertips were coated in his thick clear fluid. She began to massage the thick liquid into his skin. As she did so, she saw the slight jerk in his hips as he enjoyed her attention. 

"That shows that he's enjoying your touch. See how much he's leaking out. That's his pre-cum. He's lubricating, preparing for whatever you have planned next. He wants you to touch him." 

"I don't have anything planned. I don't even know what I'm doing," Allison said in a whimper. She was becoming obviously frustrated, feeling her own arousal but not knowing what to do. 

"Oh, he's hoping that you have something planned. Otherwise he's going to be very frustrated. Anything you do will be fun for him. He can't get any harder, he wants you to play with him," Rachel added. "Taste him." 

"Taste him?" Allison's head popped up, staring at Rachel. Her fingertips had stopped moving on the slave's cock. An audible sigh came out of the slave.

"Yes, taste him. He's been cleaned up. Try it, you'll never know if you like it or not. Just taste him a little. Put your mouth around the head and suck in gently." Rachel was more than enjoying her direction. She was also enjoying Allison's reactions. Having never done any of this before, each and every move was brand new to Allison. 

Grinning, Allison's head slowly ducked downward, her mouth inches from the flared cock head. By this time, there was a large amount of pre-cum smeared all over the head and foreskin of the slave. His arousal was obvious. Very slowly, her mouth opened and she moved her face closer to the slave. Without touching him, her mouth surrounded the engorged head, moving further down the shaft. She held this position for several moments, and then softly closed her mouth around him. Immediately his hips pushed softly upward to meet her mouth. She didn't stop, but continued to gently suck on him. She continued to suck till his hips began to move rhythmically, up and down. Her mouth began to suck harder, her lips pressed tighter around the swollen head. It was obvious that both of them were enjoying themselves immensely. After several moments, she began to move her head softly up and down, matching his soft pelvic thrusts. 




The New Slave Ch. 09



Next morning I awake to the smell of breakfast. I'm in my cage but this time the cage is in Sir's bedroom. I stayed awaked for as long as I could last night just listening to the sound of his breathing as he slept. Sir comes in and lets me out of the cage takes me to the kitchen and feeds me as he had done before.

"We have a visitor today," he says.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Billy from last night, he's a virgin and has some fantasies he wants fulfilled. We did one of them last night."

"Was that keeping him from joining in?" I ask.

"Yes, he's got this fetish where he gets off on watching someone else have sex while being tied up and them teasing him with the promise of letting him join in."

"Wow that's complex."

Just then the door bell rings I get off Sir's lap and he goes to the front door just wearing his boxers. I'm still stark naked and I head to the bedroom to get my shorts when I meet Sir and Billy in the hallway. Billy sees me naked and immediately blushes and looks down at the floor.

"Take him to the cellar and help him get undressed," Sir instructs me.

I take Billy's hand and lead him through the utility room and into the cellar. Billy's jaw drops open when he sees all the chains and toys.

"Let me help you out of these clothes," I say and begin to unbutton his shirt.

He blushes again, this boy really is incredibly shy. I pull the shirt off his shoulders and stroke his sunken chest, he grabs my hands and stops me, I guess he's very self conscious about it. I then stoop down and remove his trainers before coming back up. I unfasten his belt and zipper and in one quick motion pull his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. I stoop down again to help him step out of his trousers and his swelling cock brushes my face. I look up at him.

"You have a beautiful cock," I say as it continues to grow.

I then kiss it's head and he gasps just as Sir enters the cellar.

"You starting without me?" he asks.

"No Sir, just admiring his cock," I reply.

"It is rather splendid," Sir says and runs a finger along it's length causing a drop of precum to appear. Billy shivers, his cock is now fully erect and. I marvel at it's length and want to devour it there and then, my own cock begins to respond.

"Are you ready?" Sir asks Billy.

Billy nods. Sir attaches restraints to his wrists, places a cushion by the wall and gets Billy to kneel down on it. Sir pushes Billy back so he is sitting on his feet and ties arms to the wall in a crucifix position. Sir then turns to me and puts restraints on my arms and ankles. He then ties my arms to the ceiling wide apart and then lifts my legs and ties them to the ceiling also. I'm hanging with my ass facing Billy. Sir then gets a mirror and fixes to the ceiling above my ass, he adjusts it and I can now see my hole clearly. Finally he gags me with a ball gag. I feel so helpless now and I love it. 

"Look Billy, look at my boy's ass, he has a nice hole" 

Sir then begins to finger my hole, I fling my head back and groan in ecstasy.

"Watch Billy as I finger my boy's hole," Sir says.

I lift my head up and see Billy staring intently at Sir playing in and around my anus.

"Would you like to lick his hole Billy? Would you like to stick your tongue in there?"

Billy looks up at Sir but doesn't say anything.

"Come on Billy, I know you want it. Tell me you want to lick my boy's hole."

Billy still doesn't say anything so Sir removes his finger, places his hand behind Billy's head and pushes him toward me.

"Go on, stick out your tongue, I know you want it," Sir encourages.

Billy closes his eyes and sticks out his tongue but it doesn't quite reach me. Sir stops pushing him and makes an adjustment to Billy's restraints.

"Go on Billy, my boy want's you to lick his hole, don't you boy?" Sir says as he pushes Billy's head towards me again.

I nod my head and muffle out a yes. Billy puts out his tongue again only this time it makes contact with my hole, I gasp. He can only reach far enough for the tip of his tongue to touch my anus but I can see he is straining to get nearer as Sir is no longer pushing him. His tongue dances around my hole and it feels wonderful, I groan loudly with the pleasure.

"That's it Billy, lick my boy's cunt. Listen to him moaning, he likes you licking his hole."

Sir then stands up and walks over to the table of toys. Billy stops and looks at my ass, I clench my anus and Billy stretches forward again his tongue resuming it's dance on my hole. Sir returns and pulls Billy head way back by his hair so he is looking up at Sir.

"You like that don't you Billy You like licking my boy's cunt," Sir says.

Billy doesn't say anything and I hear a crack. I realise sir has just whipped him across his stomach.

"OW!" Billy cries.

"Say it slut, say you like licking my boys ass,"

"I like licking your boys ass," he whimpers.

WHACK!

"OOOWWWW!"

"You like licking my boys ass what?"

"I like licking your boys ass Sir," he pants.

"Good, lick it some more," and Sir pushes his head back into my ass and his tongue resumes flicking over my ring piece.

Sir kneels down and get's his head close to Billy.

"That's it Billy lick that hole, lick my boy's cunt. I bet you would like your hole licked wouldn't you Billy?"

Billy grunts a yes while he licks my ass.

WHACK!

"ARRGH! Yes Sir!"

"Yes I know you would now keep licking," and he pushes his head back into my ass.

I look at Billy his arms straining behind him, his eyes are now open as he licks me. In the mirror I can see his tongue flicking around my sphincter, it's even more erotic to see it let alone feel it.

After a while Sir pulls Billy back and picks something up. He shows us five black balls all different sizes joined together my some string, the sizes ascend from around one inch in diameter to around four inches along the string.

"Do you know what this is Billy?" Sir asks.

Billy shakes his head.

WHACK!

"ARRGHH!" Billy shouts.

"Speak up boy!" Sir bellows.

"No Sir," he cries.

"They are anal beads Billy, would you like me to put them in my boy's ass?"

Billy nods.

WHACK!

"Y-y-yes Sir!" Billy sobs.

Sir applies some lube to them and begins with the smallest first. I feel apprehensive looking at the largest one. One by one Sir feeds them into my ass, I feel my insides getting fuller. Sir has to apply more pressure to get each bead past my ring piece until he is at the last one. I relax and as he pushes I feel the other beads pressing against my prostrate. It finally snaps in and pushes all the other beads move up further into my bowels, I feel incredibly full.

"Look Billy, my boy has taken all the beads, I bet you would like them up your ass wouldn't you?" Sir asks.

"Y-y-yes Sir" Billy replies.

"Watch Billy as I pull them back out."

Sir tugs on the string and my sphincter slowly expands, I watch as the black orb starts to appear and stretch my ass muscle around it causing me to groan really loudly with the pleasure it's giving me.

"Look Billy, look how his ass is stretching, would you like me to do that to you?"

Billy is panting now, "Yes Sir, Please Sir, Please do that to me."

"All in good time Billy."

Sir keeps pulling on the string and suddenly the ball pops out. I cry out as my sphincter suddenly snaps shut. Sir then pulls hard and all the beads pop out all at once making my ring piece open and close in rapid succession. I cry out again at the incredible sensation. 

Sir then removes his boxers and frees his fully erect cock, my heart skips when I realise what he is going to do. He positions himself between me and Billy and opens his legs wide so Billy will have a good view. He then puts his cock head at my hole.

"Watch Billy, watch me as I fuck my boy," Sir says and with that in one smooth movement his cock slides all the way into my ass. I groan through the gag as sir starts fucking me slowly, drawing all the way out to the tip and back deep to his groin.

"Look Billy, I'm fucking my boy, would you like to be fucked?" Sir asks.

"Yes Sir, please fuck me Sir," Billy replies.

"I'm not going to fuck you Billy, my boy is, would you like my boy to fuck you?"

"Yes Sir, he has a nice cock," Billy says.

"Look at me Billy, look at me fucking my boy, imagine you're being fucked Billy."

Billy groans loudly, "please Sir, I want to be fucked."

"You will Billy all in good time."

Sir is panting heavily now, his eyes staring deep into mine. I want to kiss him deeply and I'm ready for him to cum into my ass. To my surprise he pulls out and begins to untie me. He lowers my legs and then releases my arms, makes my kneel directly in front of Billy so we are now face to face and then ties my arms behind my back. I look into Billy's eyes and I see pure lust. Sir stands to our side, his cock directly in front of our faces. Sir grabs hold of his cock with one hand and Billy's hair with the other. He pulls Billy's head so that his lips are almost touching his cock.

"Look at my cock Billy, do you like my cock?"

"Yes, Sir, you have a nice cock."

"Lick it Billy, lick my cock."

Billy sticks out his tongue and sir places the tip of his cock on it. Billy flicks his tongue around his head lapping up some precum oozing from Sir's hole. Billy then opens his mouth and tries to suck Sirs cock in but Sir pulls his head back.

"No Billy, you don't get to suck my cock, my boy is going to do that. Would you like to see that?"

Billy nods.

WHACK!

"ARGHH! Yes Sir, sorry Sir," Billy yelps.

Sir removes my gag and I immediately devour his cock sucking him deep, he gasps.

"Look Billy, my boy is sucking my cock, my boy is an excellent cock sucker, would you like him to suck your cock?"

"Oooooh yes Sir, I want him to suck my cock."

I take long slow stokes on Sirs cock but all the time looking at Billy. He stretches to try and join in sticking his tongue out but we are just a fraction to far from him. Sir's breathing is very deep now and I know he is close to cumming.

"I'm going to cum Billy, would you like some of it?"

"Oooh yes Sir."

Sir pulls me off his cock and wanks himself. 

"Open your mouth Billy," he instructs.

Billy does so as Sir lets out a long groan and cum erupts from his cock directly into Billy's mouth. The force of Sir's ejaculation takes Billy by surprise and he closes his mouth only to have the second blast hit him across his lips causing him to flinch. Sir then whips his cock back over to me and I open my mouth to receive the last few spurts. I don't take my eyes off Billy and watch him lick his lips as Sir fills my open mouth with his cum. When Sir has finished cumming he pushes us together and we kiss sharing his cum.

Sir then gets up, moves me aside and get's billy to stand up, his large ten inches looks even bigger against his scrawny frame. Sir trusses Billy up in the same position I was in and I take billy's place but with my arms still tied behind my back.

"Look in the mirror Billy, look at your virgin hole, it's such a pretty hole," Sir says. "I think my boy want's to lick it, do you want my boy to lick your hole Billy?"

"Y-y-yes Sir."

"Say it Billy, say what you want my boy to do."

"I want your boy to lick my hole Sir."

Sir grabs my hair at the back of my head and pushes me forward. I stick out my tongue but I can't reach as Sir is holding me too far back.

"Look Billy, my boy wants to lick your ass, look at his tongue trying to get to your ass. Shall I let him lick you Billy? Shall I?"

Billy groans, "Oooooh please Sir, please let him lick my hole."

Sir moves my head closer and the tip of my tongue makes contact with his ring of muscle. Billy flings his head back and groans loudly. I flick the tip of my tongue vigorously around his hole and Billy starts panting.

"You like that don't you Billy, you like my boy licking your hole, don't you?"

"Urrrrgh yes Sir."

Sir lets go of my head and I bury my tongue into Billy's hole.

"ARRRGH! FUCK!"

Sir grabs my head again and pulls me away.

"What's wrong Billy don't you like it?"

"No sir, please I like it, please don't stop." 

"Are you sure Billy? Are you sure you want my boy to carry on?" Sir says moving my head closer.

I'm straining with my tongue to get to his hole but Sir holds my just out of reach.

"Ooooh yes Sir please let him carry on."

Sir releases my head again and I bury my tongue in his ass once more. Billy flings his head back moaning. Sir grabs his head and pulls it back up.

"Look Billy, look in the mirror, look at my boy fucking your ass with his tongue. How does it feel Billy? What does it feel like having my boy fuck your virgin ass with his tongue?"

"It feels amazing," he pants.

WHACK!

The whips smacks down on Billy's thighs and startles me.

"Owwwwwww! It feels amazing SIR!"

Sir pulls me away and picks up the anal beads.

"Look Billy, I have the anal beads, shall I put them in your ass?" Sir asks showing them to Billy.

"Ohhhh yes Sir, please Sir, please put them in my ass," he begs.

"I will billy but first I need to get you lubed up," Sir replies.

He applies some lube around Billy's hole and starts massaging it with his finger. Billy groans.

"Do you like that Billy? Do you like me stroking your boy cunt?"

"Yes Sir."

Sir slides his finger inside and Billy groans more. I watch as Sir's fingers slips deep inside all the way to his last knuckle. Sir then slowly finger fucks him, Billy throws his head back.

"Look Billy, look at me fucking your virgin hole with my finger."

Billy lifts his head up and looks in the mirror. Watching Sir finger fuck Billy is making me incredibly horny and my cock is aching from being so hard now. Sir pulls his finger out and picks up the anal beads again.

"Watch Billy as I put the anal beads in your ass."

Sir pushes the smallest in first and it slips in quite easily, the second and third take a little more effort causing Billy to cry out.

"How does it feel Billy? How does it feel having the balls in your ass?"

"It feels good Sir," Billy replies panting heavily.

Sir pushes on the fourth ball and Billy cries out, soon it snaps inside.

"Arrgh! Fuck! Sir it hurts," Billy cries.

"Relax Billy, the pain will go," Sir encourages him.

Billy relaxes and Sir continues. He is now at the last ball, I know as soon as this goes in it's going to hurt him big time. Sir pushes hard and Billy starts to shout.

"Arrgh! Stop! It's too big, please stop."

"Relax Billy, just push as though you need a dump," Sir instructs him.

"Urrrgh! Fuck!" he complains.

Suddenly Billy's sphincter snaps closed over the last ball.

"ARRRRGGGHHH! FUUUCKKK! IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!" he screams.

Sir rushes to his head and strokes his head whispering in his ear.

"Shhh, it's ok, the pain will go, just try and relax."

"IT REALLY HURTS! FUCK! ARRGH! PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!" He is crying now and tears are streaming down his face.

Sir continues to stroke his hair and coo in his ear. Slowly Billy's screams subside and he's now just sobbing.

"Good boy, is the pain still there?" Sir asks.

"I-i-it's g-g-going Sir," he replies sobbing.

Billy's once erect cock is now totally limp but I know he'll soon get his erection back.

"How does it feel now Billy?"

"It's stopped hurting Sir," he replies.

"What does it feel like having the balls in your ass Billy?"

"I feel full Sir."

Sir moves back down to his ass and begins to tug on the string.

"Watch Billy as I pull the beads back out."

Sir pulls and his ring of muscle starts to expand.

"OH FUCK! OH MY GOD!" Billy shouts as his ring piece expands.

Slowly the black ball appears and his sphincter is expanding really wide. I'm mesmerised by the site and it's making me incredibly horny. 

Sir lets go of the string and the ball pops back in, Billy cries out. Sir pulls on the string again and does this several more times. Billy is going crazy now. Sir speeds up as though he is fucking Billy from the inside out, Billy is crying our in with sheer pleasure, he's never experienced anything like this before. Sir then pulls slowly again to the point where the ball is almost popping out but Sir holds it there.

"Tell me Billy, tell me, how does it feel?"

"Ooooooh it feels amazing Sir!" he says in between pants.

Sir then tugs on the ball and it pops out, Billy shouts out loud with the sudden sensation of his anus clamping shut. Sir tugs on the rest of the balls but doesn't pull them out as fast as he did with me. As each ball pops out Billy cries out.

"How did that feel Billy? How did that feel when I pulled the balls out from your ass?"

"It felt amazing Sir," he replies.

Sir then gets me to kneel up and my cock rests on Billy's ball sack.

"Look Billy, look at my boys cock, it's such a nice cock. Do you like it Billy, do you like my boys cock?" Sir asks as he lubes up my hard cock. I groan at his touch.

"Yes Sir, he has a nice cock."

Sir pushes me back and lowers my cock so it's head is touching Billy's sphincter.

"Look Billy, my boy wants to fuck you. Do you want my boy to fuck you? Do you want my boy to take your cherry?"

"Yes sir."

"Tell me Billy, want do you want my boy to do to you?" Sir asks as he rubs the head of my cock around Billy's hole.

"Please Sir, I want him to fuck me, I want him to fuck my virgin ass Sir."

Sir taps my ass and I start pushing, his ring piece opens and wraps around my cock head, I gasp at how tight his ass is and how nice it feels around my cock. Billy gasps too as for the first time ever someone has a cock in his ass.

"His cock is in you now Billy, shall we stop now?" Sir asks, I look at him puzzled.

"NO! Please Sir, I want him to fuck me."

"How far do you want him to go Billy?"

"All the way Sir."

"You want him to fuck you will all of his cock?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Are you sure Billy, you want him to fuck you all the way with his cock?"

"Yes Sir! Please! Let him fuck me, let him fuck me with all his cock!"

Sir taps my ass again and I push deeper, my cock slides in slowly and I savour the sensation of his tight muscle slipping down my shaft. Billy moans as I slip in deeper to his ass. Soon my groin is against his ball sack.

"Look Billy, my boy has all his cock inside you. You like that don't you?"

"Oooooh Yes Sir!"

"What should he do now Billy?"

"FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!" Billy is sounding impatient.

"Are you sure Billy?" Sir is really teasing him.

"YES PLEEEAAAAASSSEE!"

Sir nods at me and I begin to fuck Billy withdrawing fully to my cock head then ramming back home to the hilt.

"OH FUCK! OH MY GOD!" Billy shouts.

I fuck Billy harder but I have to pace myself as I haven't been given permission to cum yet and I don't want to either.

"UURRRRRGHHH! FUCK! NOOOOO!" Billy screams as his cock erupts a massive blast of cum up his chest. Just as last night it's like he's pissing it out as it collects in the hollow of his chest then runs down his sides and onto the floor below. Blast after blast of white milky cum smothers him and it almost makes me cum as he clenches is ass muscles around my cock, so I quickly pull out.

"Oh dear" Sir says.

Billy starts crying, "I'm sorry," he blurts, "I couldn't help it, I always cum too quick"

"That's ok Billy, my boy often cums when I fuck him" sir says moving to his head and stroking his hair.

Billy looks at me and I nod, this seems to calm him down.

"Do you think you will be able to cum again?" Sir asks.

Billy nods.

"Ok lets continue," Sir says.

Sir moves me from my position and lets Billy down. He then ties Billy back up in the position he was in to start with and Sir gets me to stand in front of Billy.

"Look Billy look at my boys cock, do you like his cock Billy?"

"Yes Sir,"

"I bet you would like to suck his cock wouldn't you Billy?"




The New Slave Ch. 09



"Yes Sir,"

Sir moves me closer and lowers my cock level with Billy's mouth. Billy opens his mouths and stretches forward as far as he can but he can't quite reach. My cock is tantalisingly close to his mouth.

"You really want to suck my boys cock don't you Billy."

"Oooooooh yes Sir, please let me suck his cock."

A droplet of precum has formed on the tip of my cock.

"Stick out your tongue," Sir commands.

Billy does so and sir moves me forward enough for Billy to lick off the precum.

"Do you like that Billy?"

"Yes Sir,."

"Do you want some more?"

"Yes Sir."

Sir slowly wanks my cock and I groan as I feel it bring me closer to an orgasm. Another bead of precum appears and sir lowers my cock again on to Billy's waiting tongue. Billy licks it off eagerly.

Sir moves me slightly closer and Billy closes his mouth on the tip of my cock.

"Lick the head of my boys cock Billy, use your tongue all over it," Sir instructs.

Billy does so, his tongue dances around the head of my cock.

"Oooh, that feels so nice Sir," I say.

"You hear that Billy? My boy likes what you are doing, he likes you licking his cock."

Sir pushes me closer still and my cock enters Billy's mouth. He sucks on me furiously like someone that has been starved for months then given a hearty meal.

"Slow down Billy, this isn't a race," Sir says.

Billy slows his pace and Sir places his hand on the back of Billy's head. Sir then pushes me closer and more of my cock slides into Billy's mouth until he starts to gag. Sir releases his grip and Billy pulls of coughing.

"Relax your throat Billy," Sir instructs him.

Sir then pushes Billy back onto my cock and soon he is gagging again, tears are now in his eyes.

"Remember to relax Billy," Sir says.

I feel Billy relax and my cock slips deeper into his mouth, the feeling of his throat around my cock head feels wonderful.

"That's it Billy, you've got it," Sir encourages.

Billy takes up a rhythm on his own and with each stroke he swallows me deeper until his nose is touching my pubic hair.

"That's it Billy suck on my boy's cock, suck him deep, make my boy cum, make him cum in your mouth."

Billy groans as he sucks me in signalling that he really wants me to cum in his mouth. He is sucking me good now and I'm trying to hold back my impending orgasm but I can't.

"Please Sir, I'm going to cum." I announce.

Sir immediately pushes me back, my cock slipping out of Billy's mouth. Billy stretches forward trying to chase it. My cock twitches as I'm right on the edge of my orgasm. 

"Look Billy you nearly made my boy cum, would you like him to cum?"

"Yes Sir, please may I make him cum?" Billy begs straining with all his might to get to my cock.

"Would you like him to cum in your mouth Billy?"

"Yes Sir! Please let him cum in my mouth" He begs more.

Sir lowers my cock again and moves me forward just enough so Billy can only get my cock head in his mouth. Billy sucks on it and licks it vigorously with his tongue. My cock stiffens up really hard and I'm panting heavily now. Sir pulls me away far enough so Billy can't quiet reach with his tongue, his mouth is wide open and his tongue out waiting for my cum. I am again on the edge of my orgasm again and I'm moaning and panting loudly. 

"You're nothing but a cum slut aren't you Billy" Sir says.

"Yes Sir, please let me have his cum."

"Tell me what you are Billy."

"I'm a cum slut Sir, I love cum, I want your boy's cum Sir, please let me have it."

Sir moves me in again and lets Billy suck on the head of my cock again. All this dirty talk and denial is proving too much for me and this time it sends me over the edge.

"URRRGGHHH! I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMMINNNNGGG!" I shout.

Sir pulls me back again and Billy strains forward, mouth wide open and tongue hanging out. My body convulses and I blast a rope of cum squarely on Billy's face and glasses. Sir adjusts the angle of my cock and the next blast shoots straight into the back of Billy's mouth, this time he keeps his mouth open. 

"Oh yes Billy! That's it take my boy's cum in your mouth you dirty little cum slut."

Billy groans loudly as my cum is filling his mouth. Sir pushes me forward again and Billy devours my cock again causing him to swallow the cum in his mouth and the last few spurts from my cock. I gasp as his soft warm mouth slips over my now sensitive cock.

"Did you like that Billy did you like swallowing my boy's cum?"

"Yes, Sir," he gulps as I pull out.

I then stand back as Sir unties Billy and gets him to stand. Sir then gets some rope and ties the whole length of his arms to a bar that runs across the wall. Sir then gets me to kneel in front of Billy.

"Look Billy, I think my boy wants to suck your cock, would you like that Billy?"

"Oooooh yes Sir" Billy whimpers.

Sir opens my mouth and moves me closer to Billy.

"Look Billy his mouth is open, that means he want's your cock in his mouth." I do, I really do.

Billy doesn't need telling twice, he pushes his hips forward, his cock is now almost touching my lips.

"Come on Billy get your cock in my boys mouth, he really wants your cock."

Billy strains harder, standing on tiptoes now, his hard cock swinging around in front of my face.

"Uuurrgh, please Sir, I can't reach, please let him suck my cock," he pleads.

"Do you like my boys mouth Billy? Do you want to feel his lips sliding down your cock?" Sir asks now standing at Billy's side.

"Yes Sir, oooooh please Sir, please let him suck me."

"Do you want to cum for my boy Billy? Do you want to cover him in your cum?"

"Yes Sir, I want to cum for your boy Sir"

"Well come on then Billy, get your cock in his mouth. You're not trying hard enough."

"I am Sir, I can't reach, pleeeaaase Sir, I want him to suck me."

Billy is trembling using every muscle in his body to get his cock to my mouth.

"Lick him boy," Sir says to me.

I stick out my tongue and lick the head of Billy's cock, some precum falls onto my tongue.

"Please, let him suck me Sir."

Sir nods to me, I open my mouth and suck in the head of his cock. Billy gasps as I work my tongue against his glands.

"Do you like that Billy, do you like my boy sucking your cock head like that?"

"Y-y-yes Sir! Oh! I love it!"

Sir gives me a signal to stop and I pull off. 

"Please no! Sir, please don't stop!"

Sir moves behind me and holds my head.

"Tell him Billy, tell him what you want."

"Please suck my cock, please make me cum," Billy begs.

Sir pushes my head forward and I wrap my lips over Billy's cock. Sir gently pushes on the back of my head I know he's giving me the Ok to go deep on him. I immediately swallow as much of his ten inch cock as I can. I'm surprised that I struggle to reach his pubes as I feel his cock fill my throat.

"Oh! Fuck! Oh my God!" Billy shouts.

I pull completely off and look at his cock bouncing in front of my face.

"Did you like that Billy? Do you like my boy sucking your cock? My boy sucks cock real good doesn't he Billy?"

"Y-yes Sir, it feels incredible, please make him do it again."

Sir taps my head and I devour his cock again just reaching his pubes. I look up and can see the amazement in his face as his cock disappears in my mouth. I take long slow strokes from the tip of his cock to his pubes, he is still straining hard pushing his hips as far forward as he can.

"How does it feel Billy? Tell me what his mouth feels like on your cock?" Sir asks.

"Oh God! Sir, his mouth feels wonderful."

Billy's legs begin to shake violently. 

"ARRGH! FUCK! I'M GOING TO CUM!! FUCK! SIR! UURRRRRGHHH! I'M CUMMING!"

I quickly pull off, this fucker could drown me if I try to swallow all his cum. His cock twitches and a massive bolt of cum erupts over my face. Again and again his cock spews out huge wads of semen covering my chest and face. I wait until his orgasm lessens before I swallow his cock again catching the last couple of spurts. Pulling off I look at him panting. Sir helps me up and gently pushes me to him, we kiss and share his cum in our mouths.

"How was it for you Billy?" Sir asks.

"Fucking ace! .... Sir!" he replies smiling.

"What do you think of Billy Daniel?" Sir asks me.

"I like him sir, can we keep him?" I ask looking at Sir.

Sir laughs, "What about it Billy? Do you like my boy? You want him again?"

"Fuck yeah!" he replies.

Sir moves behind me, unties my arms and fastens them to ceiling above my head. I then feel Sir's cock probing my ass. I relax and his head penetrates my hole, I gasp.

"Look Billy, I want you to see my boy cum as I fuck him," Sir says.

Sir fucks me deep causing my cock to press hard against Billy's stomach.

"Urrgghh! Yes Sir, fuck me! Fuck my boy cunt!" I say surprising myself at my baseness.

Sir grunts as his cock rams hard into my ass pounding my prostrate. It only takes a few minutes and I'm soon close enough to shoot another load.

"Oh yes Sir, I'm close Sir," I announce.

"Oh yes boy, shoot that load up Billy, cum all over him," Sir commands.

I look at Billy then kiss him hard.

"URRRGH! BILLY! I'M CUMMING!" I shout pulling away from him.

Both Billy and I look down at my cock as it explodes sending my cum into our faces.

"Oh fuck! Yeah!" Billy says and opens his mouth.

I do the same and my cum blasts into both our waiting mouths. Sir rams hard into me causing me to blast a really big spurt. I feel his cock pulse and I realise he is filling me with his cum. Soon I am spent and rest my head on Billy's shoulder.

Sir releases us both, and then looks at me.

"My god Daniel you are covered in cum," he says.

I laugh, "Yeah Billy nearly drowned me," I say.

Billy giggles.

"Hey you got a nice smile," I say and Billy goes bright red.

"Come on lets get cleaned up," Sir says and we head for the shower.

Needless to say we all get horny in the shower and I end up fucking Billy again while Sir gives him a slow soapy wank. I lean round him to watch sir wank him as I fuck his ass and he puts his arm round my shoulders. It makes me really horny seeing Sirs fingers slide up the whole length of Billy's cock. Billy's balls have tightened right up and he is trembling.

"URRRRGGHHH! I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMMINNNNGGG!" he shouts and delivers another huge load up the shower wall. Seeing him cum sends me over the edge and I blow a load into his ass.

"I gotta go," he says after getting dressed and looking at the floor.

"Will we see you again?" I ask.

Billy looks at me and nods enthusiastically, then flings his arms around me and gives me one of the biggest hugs I have ever experienced.

"Such a sweet boy," Sir says smiling. He then shows Billy to the door.

Later that day I'm back home in my bedroom, my chastity device on and a butt plug in my ass. That night I close my eyes and dream of the next time I will be with Sir.



The New Slave Ch. 09



"Ok, you might want to slow down or you're going to end up with more than a mouth full of him. I'm not sure if you're ready for that." Rachel was amazed as she watched Allison continue her gently oral pumping. Neither of them wanted to stop. He was still gently thrusting into her; she was still kept her mouth locked onto the sensitive head. 

"Ummm," was the only sound coming from Allison. Her head continued to move softly, up and down. Just from her body posture, Rachel could tell that Allison had relaxed completely.

"Ok, listen for a moment. Stop. I think you have him warmed up enough. He's about to spurt into your mouth," Rachel said softly. Allison slowly raised her head, her mouth covered in pre-cum. Her expression was dreamy. By now the slave was beginning to pant, his breathing becoming erratic. Allison had not let go of her soft grip on the shaft.

"Remember, this is a training session. You're both going to have fun, but you have to listen too. Let me explain some important things." Rachel was again being the instructor. Pointing between his legs, Rachel continued. "This is the key to his orgasm. His balls. His cock is feeling the friction of your hand, your mouth. But the balls are what make him function. Without them, his cock is almost useless. Feel them," Rachel said, her hand moving in between his outstretched thighs. She pushed two fingers into his sack, an immediate jerk in the slave's body. 

"You're hurting him," Allison cried quickly. "Don't. I was doing ok, wasn't I?" 

"Yes, you were doing great, obviously by him. But you need to learn to work his balls. By working his balls, you'll extract a lot more of his milk and make his orgasm a lot more pleasurable." 

"I don't want to hurt him. From everything I've read and heard, males don't want their balls being touched." Allison seemed almost panicky. She hadn't ever thought of 'using' a male. 

"You're partially correct. Most males don't want their balls being messed with. But believe me, this one is different. This slave is a great learning model. You won't hurt him. I promise. He'll enjoy it and you'll learn a lot about the male." Rachel's fingers were moving quickly inside Ross' ball sack. Allison could only stare as she watched Rachel's hand working the two huge orbs. It looked as though she were torturing him.

"Put your hand between his legs and feel, inside of him. Do it. You won't hurt him," Rachel instructed the young woman. Hesitantly, Allison grasped the huge sack and felt each ball, feeling the odd and strange things inside the mushy sack. Rachel explained to her the different parts and what they did. She explained how the milk is stored inside, waiting to be extracted. Slowly Allison continuing probing into the firm balls, feeling them, watching the slave closely, scared that she would hurt her newfound pet. Within a few minutes of practice, Allison's fingers were dancing in and out of the fleshy sack, manipulating the slave. She could tell by his body movements and jerks, when she was pleasuring and when she was inflicting pain. Quickly, she began to notice the different body movements of the slave. 

"Now you should continue what you started. You've got him ready to milk. You should finish him." Allison's eyes grew big as she realized that Rachel was going to let her milk her first slave. Besides highly aroused, Allison was also excited. This was something that she had only heard about, and now she was going to experience it. 

"But first, let's make this more fun for you too. Move closer to him and spread your legs a little. Straddle his forearm." Rachel was already grinning from ear to ear. Allison wasn't expecting to be the one having the fun. It was highly possible that Allison had never experienced any kind of fun like this. Allison just stared at Rachel, not sure of what she was saying.

"Straddle his arm, you'll see what I mean," Rachel told her again. Allison looked down, and then slowly moved her body to where her open thighs were straddling the slave's arm. She then settled back, resting her butt on her ankles. Restrained as he was, he had full use of his hand and wrist, but couldn't move them much. 

" Be nice to her. She likes you," Rachel said, smiling at the slave. Ross had never been in a situation like this one, but he readily knew what he was expected to do. He was enjoying it more than Allison. Immediately, Ross curled his wrist upward, his fingertips barely touching Allison's sensitive lips. 
 "Ahhhhhhh, Ummmm," Allison moaned loudly as she felt his fingertips touch her where no one had ever touch her before. The slave could feel that she was sopping wet. Her wetness was coating her, having spread to her thighs. He gently and slowly moved his fingertip, lightly touching each lip, tracing lines up and down the engorged pussy lips. 

"Allison. Listen to me. I want you to keep one hand working on his balls. Your other hand is to rub him. Are you listening to me?" Rachel was speaking a little louder. It was obvious as soon as Ross touched her. Her back arched hard and her head rolled back. She was tensed up, her thighs tight. Rachel could see a slight shaking in Allison's body. It looked as if she were about to cum any minute, just from the slight touches by the slave. 

"Allison. Are you listening? Start working his balls and rub him at the same time." Rachel repeated herself, watching intently as Allison began to shake more. 

"Isn't it a rule that I catch his milk in a rubber?" Allison moaned, almost breathless.

"No, not this time, don't worry about it," Rachel answered, laughing at how Allison had learned the number one rule. "You're at an odd time to bring that up. I think that it's almost too late for that." 

"Ummm, Ahhhhhhh," Allison was now panting, her body rising and falling as the slave's fingers played with her engorged lips. He hadn't even entered her and she was almost about to cum. But even in this condition, her left hand grasped one side of Ross' sack and began to squeeze the huge ball. Her other hand began to briskly rub the hard shaft, her hand sliding up over the head, then coming down to his pubic bone. They were both more than wet, sloshy sounds coming from between both their legs. Her rubbing was sending small splatters of his pre-cum all over both of their bodies. 

"Keep it up, watch what your hands are doing to him," Rachel tried to tell her new trainee. Allison was lost in the moment, her concentration on the two fingers tracing lines up and down her pussy. She had never felt anything like this and she was quickly losing control of herself. She had never experienced an orgasm. Her right hand was rubbing the slave hard; jerking the foreskin up hard over the head, then quickly back down. He was panting, but still concentrating on what his hand was doing to her. He was also quickly approaching an orgasm. Knowing that she was close, he quickly moved one finger to her entrance, poised there for a moment, then slowly pushed into her. Her body immediately stiffened as she felt for the first time, an orgasm. Her breathing was coming in a quick pant; she bore down on his hand, his finger buried deeply into her sensitive orifice. He quickly moved his thumb up the undefined crease of her body, feeling the hard nub that was so sensitive. He pressed hard against it, his other finger pushed deep into her. Her entire body rose up, tense and hard. 

Her hands kept jerking and rubbing hard, forcing what she knew was coming. Her eyes were closed tightly, enjoying the spasms racing through her body, but she knew he was coming. She could feel each spurt from his cock, his cock head flared and hard. The obvious splashes of the thick warm fluid onto her bare breasts also told her that he was enjoying himself. She continued jerking his cock until she could no longer feel the warm gushes of cream coming out of him. Her body was still in the throes of her first orgasm. A warm sensation spread outward from between her legs, and within moments, her body felt as though it would collapse, unable to hold her up. As she slowed her rubbing down on the thick but softening cock, she slowly rolled forward, her upper body resting on his chest. She was spent, never having felt such intensity come from her body. All she could do was lay on top of him, trying to catch her breath. 

"I think you have learned a bunch this morning. Don't you think?" Rachel knew that neither of them was listening to her. Rachel understood. She just sat there watching and smiling. After a few moments, she got up and went to the bathroom getting a warm wet towel. Returning to the room, Allison was still resting on top of the Ross, her hand still wrapped around the soft cock. Ross' eyes were closed, but watching his forearm, it was obvious that his hand was still gently moving below Allison. She was literally impaled on his finger and she didn't want to get off of him. 

"Ok you two. Time to come back to the living. Allison, are you still with us," Rachel said, laughing. Slowly, Allison rose up, the area between her thighs soaked in her juices. Ross was equally soaked, the thick creamy milk covering his thighs and lower stomach. Rachel moved onto the bed and began wiping the slave down, trying to get him back to the clean appearance that he had been. 

"Ohhhhhh, I'm woozy. I can't even stand up, my legs don't work," Allison moaned as she slowly tried to get off the bed. She was finally able to stand up.

"We're running out of time. Use the bathroom over there and get yourself cleaned up. It's pretty obvious what you've been doing. We need to get him over to a trainer, right now." Rachel was quickly wiping the slave down, careful to remove the large telltale globs of cream that covered his legs. 

"A trainer? What do you mean, a trainer," Allison said pleadingly. She was beginning to worry about her pet.

"That's why he's here, or have you forgotten. I know you like him, but he's here to produce. He's a slave. He can still be yours, but for right now, the trainer wants him too." Rachel wasn't sparing any words at this point. Her special training session for Allison had taken longer than she had thought. They were running late.

"But I still want to make an appointment, as soon as possible," Allison pleaded. Rachel was surprised. She thought that one session with the slave would reduce Allison's arousal level a little. It seemed that it had only heightened it. But that was to be expected. Rachel should have known better. 

"You can make an appointment with this slave, but not until you've been with some other slave's first. You see how big he is. I know you like him, but not for your first. Ok?" It was Rachel's turn to plead now. She was worried that Allison wasn't getting the idea. And she still wasn't sure of what type of man the new slave was. Time would tell.

"Ok, I promise to 'see' some of the other slaves, but I want an appointment with this one. I know what to do and what not to do. Give me some credit, I'm not stupid." For the first time, Allison sounded like she was more mature than she had appeared. 

"Ok, we'll get you set up, soon, I promise. I'll help you get an appointment with this one. There, are you happy?" Rachel was quickly trying to finish cleaning up the slave. 
 Rachel quickly moved around the bed, undoing the restraints on the slave. She gave him a quick look, making sure that he was still clean and that his appearance looked good. She then cuffed him and led him to the secured door. At the door, Allison quickly moved up to the slave, standing on her tiptoes, she leaned up and kissed the slave, softly on the lips. She then whispered something into his ear. Ross smiled and looked quickly at Rachel. Rachel smiled back.

"Let's go, we're late," Rachel led Ross and Allison down the hallway, heading back to the main facility.



The New Slave Ch. 10



Chapter 10: The Trainer

Rachel and Allison took Ross from the private area and led him handcuffed, to the main facility. He was cleaned up to the point that it wasn't obvious that he and Allison had just had a private training session. He looked a little bit worn, but there was a definite happy expression on his face. They led him into the main facility still nude. Having just left the private session with Allison, his cock was still quite thick and hanging down long, like a heavy bell rope. His arousal being somewhat diminished, his balls hung down low and heavy. He made quite a spectacle as he was led through the different groups of women, on his way to the training facility. 

The training facility was located in the main building, where he had been brought on his first day. The doctor's private lab and clinic were located there, as well as the main milking center. The building was somewhat large, housing all of the training and milking stations. Inside the building was a large contingent of training personnel. The doctor personally trained all of the training personnel. Each one had gone through a long course in the male anatomy, as well as the doctor's personal courses on the multitude of techniques on milking the male. Their entire training consisted of the most productive methods of extracting the most milk from any male slave that was possible. The area used by the trainers was small, compared to the area that was used exclusively for milking. Milking was a loose term, used to sum up any method that could result in the most milk, taken from any male at any time. The majority of milking methods consisted of pleasurable extractions, but a large amount of them consisted of painful extractions. Whatever worked to gain the largest amount of produce was what would be employed on a slave. 

All of the female personnel assigned to the main facility, trainers and milking technicians, watched closely as the new slave was led through the hallways. They were always interested in new slaves. After awhile, each of the females became somewhat bored in the day-to-day contact with the slaves. Sex on a daily basis, with the same males, became so routine that both the trainers and the milking technicians looked for new ways to keep their jobs more interesting. Playing with a new slave was always interesting, for a little while at least. Each of them tried new methods or variations on old methods, in order to extract more and more of the male milk. 

Now, being led through the facility was a new slave. All of the females were interested in something new. This one was definitely something new. He had an asset that they had never seen before: unbelievably large balls. Each of the females was trying to imagine just how much they could extract from him. And his soft, but very thick cock would present an entire new variety to their routines. And they were all looking forward to a new variety. 

The new slave was led to a rear area of the building and placed in a high security room. All new slaves were put in high security till their personalities were discovered. The common rule was that no new slave could be trusted for a least a few months. During that time, the security on them was heavy. Full restraints were common during the slaves' first few months. Inside the room, Rachel and Allison secured Ross to a special chair, capable of various angles and positions. He was locked into the chair with both wrist and ankle restraints. A special soft restraint was placed around his neck, immobilizing his head and neck. Chest restraints would also hold him in place. The chair was built in such a way that each section, whether it be an arm, leg, or both could be independently moved in a variety of directions. The chair also had the ability to be swiveled or moved in such configurations that the slave could be bent over, bent back, legs spread or any of a variety of settings, depending on what the trainer wanted to do. 

The trainers were a lot higher up the facilities hierarchy than the prep girls. Trainers would answer to security, but due to their 'specialized' training, they pretty much did what they wanted. Their job was to 'train' the new slave, showing him what was expected of him. Both the doctor and the facilities administration considered the majority of trainers somewhat sadistic. No one argued this point, as long as the slaves weren't damaged or injured too badly. And as said before, there was hardly any damage or injury that the doctor couldn't fix. The trainers were very rough. Their job was mainly to get the slave in line to function at a higher level sexually. As one trainer was fond of saying, "I'll teach your balls new ways to cum that you've never even imagined." Most of them were capable of keeping this promise. 

Ross was taken into a training room for new slaves. This room was fully equipped with more than the other rooms. Since new slaves weren't known to the facility, they had to be watched and restrained more than a 'known' slave. The room was almost overcrowded with implements of sexual torture, electrical devices, medical equipment, various and different restraint systems. An actual specially modified milking machine was in the center of the room, there as if to 'warn' or impress the new slave with what his function at the facility was to be. It served as a constant reminder of why he was there. It also could serve as a tool of punishment if the need arose. As said before, there were pleasurable ways to extract the milk, and there were painful way to do the job. Either way, production was the main rule and strictly adhered to. The milking machine was used both pleasurably and painfully, depending on the trainer's specific use of the machine. 

Inside the room, Rachel placed Ross into the restraint chair and immediately locked in his wrists and ankles. She then placed the head & neck strap, as well as the chest and stomach restraints on him. Buckled in, he was almost completely immobilized with the exception of his fingers. In essence, he could only move his fingers. As was the normal setting, she opened the chairs legs to a point where the slave's legs were splayed wide open. This afforded the trainer plenty of room to move in between his thighs, in order to begin her training of the new slave. 

"Will they hurt him?" Allison asked, a sick look on her face as she looked around the room at the different implements. Most of the tools on the wall and laid out on counters were unfamiliar to her. 

"Hopefully, not too much. A lot of that depends on him. If he is cooperative, they'll just play with him a lot, coaxing more and more out him. They'll train him to cum more than he is use to cumming. Sort of like re-conditioning his balls to produce more and more amounts." The tone in Rachel's voice didn't convince Allison that her pet was going to be safe with the trainers. 

"What are all of these things?" Allison asked, her innocence and naivety obvious. 

"They're tools that the trainers use to 'help' the new slave. All of these things are used in some form or fashion." Even Rachel was looking around the room; at some things even she didn't know what they were used for. 

The door opened and a very young, athletic looking woman entered. She was very attractive, darkly tanned, short blonde hair, and very petite. She was wearing a pair of very short, cut off jeans, and a hooded sweatshirt. It wasn't the image that Allison had in mind when it came to a trainer. Rachel and the trainer spoke privately for a minute as the trainer moved about the room, readying her tools and toys. She seemed friendly enough, but very business like. She spoke only briefly to Allison, introducing herself as Heather. She was friendly enough, welcoming Allison to the facility and seeming genuinely sincere. She even went so far as to invite Allison to come back in the future and get a first hand look at what training was all about. Allison silently wondered if she would really want to see what actually happened in the training rooms. 

"My, he is a big boy," Heather commented, walking over to the new slave and examining his spread open legs. She quickly bent down and looked him over closer, seeming to give her approval. "I heard that we had something new to play with. I think that this one has more than enough meat to play with. I'm going to enjoy training this one," she said, reaching down and giving the thick cock a hard squeeze. Ross jerked suddenly as she applied pressure to the soft cock. 

"Gag him. I don't want to listen to him while I work on him," Heather commented nonchalantly. Rachel immediately went to a cabinet and pulled out a small ball gag. Nodding at Allison, Rachel fastened the leather restraint around his head, fitting the ball into his mouth. Rachel wanted Allison to see the procedure in order to be able to do it herself, in the future. 

"The big ones are easier to train. There is so much there to work with, it makes my job a lot easier. The meatier they are, the easier they are to control. But this one has something unique. He's got huge balls, and they are meaty," she said, squatting down for a closer look between his legs. She reached out and hefted the huge sack up and down, as if weighting his balls. "I found out a long time ago that the bigger the balls, the better they can be trained. This one is going to be fun." 

"He's already proven to be overly productive," Rachel added. 

"I can see that," Heather quickly replied. "Was he examined yesterday? Did the doctor do her normal tests on him?"

"Yes, she did the standard tests and then some. I was there and saw almost all of it." Rachel wasn't sure what the trainer was getting at. 

"Did you do the 'morning after' test on him?" Heather wanted to know, still examining the huge balls. 

"We did it about 3 hours ago. A sample was taken and it showed him to be an over producer. Why do you ask?" Rachel wasn't sure what Heather was asking about.

"He looks more like a 14 year old teen on his first date with a woman. He looks like he's ready to pop, right now. Judging by his cock and those balls, he looks like he's more than ready to fuck." Heather was grinning back at Rachel and Allison. "Usually, by the time the doctor and her staff are through with a new slave, they're about spent. That's why you guys do the morning after test. It lets the doctor know if he goes back into production or if his reproductive system is lazy," she said, laughing. "Some males are heavy producers, others make only enough sperm to get by in the evolutionary chain." 

Heather stood up and stepped back away from the slave. She immediately kicked off her tennis shoes and then slipped off her sweatshirt. Under it, she was wearing a very thin halter that barely covered her ample endowment. Her nipples were already erect, pushing through the soft fabric. It was obvious that seeing the new slave had started her arousal level to go up. It was a recognized fact at the facility that the trainers more than enjoyed their work. On a daily basis they orchestrated the sexual behavior of male slaves. They were in complete control of the sexual release, gratification, sexual modification, or just plain punishment of the males. If anyone knew how to enjoy the male body to the maximum, it was the trainers. 

"It's time for the fun to begin. Sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you two ladies to leave. I have a lot of work to do," she said, emphasizing the word LOT. Heather escorted Rachel and Allison to the door, now seeming to be in a hurry to get started. "You can always come back later, to check on your new boy here. We'll be here," she said, smiling as she closed and locked the door.

"I'm worried," Allison quickly told Rachel. 

"Don't be. She knows what she's doing," Rachel replied, not sounding too convinced herself. "Heather has been here a long time and is probably one of the best at training a new slave."

"What exactly is the training?" Allison asked, a worried tone to her voice. It was obvious that Allison didn't understand all of the details of the facility. "I mean, I know that it's a milking facility, but can't they just 'do them' and get it over with?" Allison understood the concept of the milking, but not the how or the why. 

"Do them? Get it over with? I can see that we're going to have to spend a lot of time with you on what goes on here. The trainers don't exactly 'do them'. They spend a lot of time getting the males to produce larger amounts of their milk. And believe me, an increase in amount equals an increase in intensity for them. It's not just pumping out their milk, it's about more quality and quantity. Hell, anyone can milk a male. They are so easy. And besides, the slaves don't exactly want to get it over with. Most of them enjoy this immensely." Rachel silently hoped that she could explain the whole idea to Allison.

"Well big boy, how should I start with you?" Heather stood at the door, just watching the slave. She then walked over to a counter and picked up a clipboard, studying the doctor's notes. 

"According to these notes, you should be pretty well spent right about now. The doctor says that you have overly firm nuts that are heavy producers. I bet that she liked that part of you." Heather was still reading over the notes. "It says overly productive. Well, let's just see about that." Heather walked back over to the slave, standing in front of him. She reached up and pulled her halter-top over her head, showing off her perfectly formed breasts. Even her breasts were as tan as the rest of her body. She had small areolas with already hardened erect nipples. 

"I know how the 'initiation' goes for the new slaves. Since you arrived yesterday, the doctor probably took you into the clinic, along with some of her staff. There, you probably enjoyed yourself a lot. Knowing what the doctor likes, I would say that you enjoyed yourself more than a lot, probably to the point that you were empty. That is the main point of so much sex at one time. They like to extract as much as they can, to see what your threshold is. They can get a pretty good idea of how much you produce, on the first day."

She stood in front of him, wearing only the short shorts. It was obvious to Heather that the slave was interested in her. His eyes were glued on her breasts. Just his attention and the size of his genitals gave the slave more than something to look at. Her nipples were painfully erect. She wasn't use to seeing such thickness in a new slave. She also wasn't use to seeing balls that looked like they were constantly full. 

"Then there's the morning after test. I bet that you enjoyed that one, first thing in the morning. Are they still doing it the same way, using your orgasm as a wake-up call? After all of the sexual activity of the day before, the vast majority of males are somewhat empty. So, how did you do? Did you give them something to talk about? I have a feeling that you did." 

"Do you like these?" She asked, demurely. She glanced down at her own breasts, her fingers tracing small circles around the engorged nipples. She stood over him, watching his reactions. She didn't have to look too close to see that his cock was beginning to swell. He should have been spent sexually, after the orgasms on the preceding day and earlier that morning. She wasn't even aware of the private training session between the new slave and Allison only moments before. Standing only inches from his face, she stood watching him, bare breasted and barefooted. She smiled at him, and then reaching down, unzipped the short cut-offs that barely covered her. Slightly wiggling, she slid the shorts off of her hips and let them drop to the floor. She now stood in front of him totally nude, enjoying his reaction. He was getting thicker as he watched her from his restrained position. His cock was not yet hard but was already thicker than most of the slaves that she had been training. She still couldn't believe the size of his balls. 

"I take it that you like me. Is that what you're trying to say?" She smiled down at him, watching as his cock fully elongated between his splayed thighs. "Well let's just see what you've got in there," she laughed as she reached down and began to massage one of the huge balls. "Or maybe I should say, let's see what I can get out of them." 

Heather stepped around behind Ross and adjusted the chair, forcing it upright. In this position, the slave was almost standing upright; his legs still spread apart, his pelvis and hips thrust outward. Heather was still standing behind him. She softly reached around in front of him, her fingertips trailing across his bare hip and thigh. 

"The first thing I need to know is just how much you've still got in those nuts. Even after yesterday, I suspect that there's plenty in there." Her fingers trailed around to his front, finding their way to his pubic bone. Her fingers played lightly across his pubic hair, making his cock throb for her touch. After only a few moments, her fingers slid downward, bypassing his cock completely, and sliding in between the smooth skinned sack and his thigh. Her fingers gently probed into the sack, causing him to jerk slightly. She pushed farther into him, feeling the outside of one ball. She could immediately tell that he had huge inner tubes, which could handle the increased amounts of milk. Normally, a males' vas deferens or the epididymus was about the size of a Q-tip shaft, but these were more the size of a large straw. Her fingers continued to probe and feel him, his cock now sticking out straight, pre cum beginning to drip from the tip. 

"Babe, those toys are huge. I bet you do pump out the milk. With bags like these, I bet you need milked on a regular basis, don't you?" She was almost whispering, her face just under his neck. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. Her fingers continued their examination on the soft ball sack. 

"Well don't you worry; I'm going to help you with that. First I need to know just how much you can put out." From behind him, she pressed her body up against his bare side, moving around so that she would watch her work in the front. She pulled her fingers gently from the sack and immediately moved her hand to his cock. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she began to firmly rub it. Immediately his body went stiff. 

"Just relax, this shouldn't take but a few moments. Just enjoy it, it's one of the few ones that you'll get, just for the fun of it." Her hand was grasping the shaft firmly, rubbing quickly. Her hand was making short strokes, getting a feel of what this new slave might like. Standing as she was, she could watch his cock and could feel and see his body movements, suggesting what was affecting him and what was not. As fast as he grew hard and as quick as he was approaching orgasm, she wasn't getting much time to study him. She tightened her grip on the thick shaft and began making her hand strokes longer, pulling the thick foreskin over head of his cock. Immediately, he sucked in a deep breath and thrust his pelvis outward. 

"That's it baby, show me your cream. Just relax and let it pump out. I'm going to pop those nuts hard so that you can show me what you've got. Come on and show me. Let me see just how much is left inside them." By this point her hand was jerking his cock hard, pre-cum splattering on his thighs. He was obviously very wet. She could hear the squishy sounds coming from between his thighs. 

"There shouldn't be a lot after all they took out of you yesterday and this morning. And I know Rachel, she can pull a lot out." Ross was now panting, his hips pumping in and out as if to help expel the creamy bulk still inside of him. Even with the ball gag in place, he was making a lot of noise from behind it. His moans and gasps were still quite audible even muffled. 

"Ummmm, aggghhhhhhhhhh," Ross moaned loudly, one last time as his hips pushed outward. His cock head had flared huge as the first huge gush shot out of the tip of the overly reddened cock head. She kept up the furious rubbing, watching closely his cock and his body reactions at the same time. She was studying him, learning more about what produced his large loads. Her hand kept pumping him, gushes of the thick cream shooting out. Heather continued the pumping, gradually lessening her strokes till the last drops splattered on the floor. Only then did her hand motions become gentle, her fingertips stroking and squeezing the tender and swollen head. Her hand was gooey, covered in his thick milk. She continued the gentle rubbing, gradually letting him grow soft in her hand. He was still panting, his breath coming in gasps as his body slumped forward. 




The New Slave Ch. 10



Here is the final chapter in Daniels journey of becoming a slave. Warning, this chapter depicts rape and may not be to every one's liking. I hope you have all enjoyed reading this story as I have had writing it. I will be writing more in the future so please do keep checking back.

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It's friday and I haven't heard from Sir all week, I hate it when I don't get to see him for so long. Joe and Shane have joined me for lunch at college and we're sitting in the grounds enjoying a scorching hot day, our shirts open catching the sun.

"I wish we didn't have to wear these chastity devices," Joe says, "I'm so horny right now."

"You're always horny," Shane says.

"I wish I could give you a blow job right now," Joe says to me.

My cock stirs and fills the chastity device causing it to hurt.

"Ow, stop talking like that, you're getting me going," I say, "any way I'm sure Sir will contact us soon. We'll be able to play then."

Joe giggles, "Well me and Shane have been playing already."

"How?" I ask.

"We bought a huge dildo and we fucked each other with it last night," he replies.

"What!?" I say astounded.

"Yeah and it caused me to shoot my load in my device," Shane adds.

"OOOW!" I shout, "Fuck this thing hurts. Jesus guys, don't let Sir know what you've been doing."

At that moment my phone buzzes, I pick it up and see a message from Sir.

"The Van will be at the college gates at 5:30."

"Yes! At last!" I shout.

"What about us?" Joe says with a look of dejection on his face.

Just then his phone chirps, he looks at it.

"Ah, that's what about us," he smiles.

"I can't wait," I say.

Shane looks at me intently, "Daniel, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Yeah sure," I reply still reading the text from Sir.

"Are you in love with Sir?"

I look up startled, "What makes you ask that?"

"We've noticed how you look at him, you go all starry eyed when you're around him and at the party you clung to him every chance you got."

Shit, if they noticed has Sir? I say nothing but just look at the ground.

"Are you?" Shane asks again.

I look back up at him, "Yeah I think I am, no, I know I am."

Suddenly I feel a rush as I confess my love for Sir.

"Does Sir feel the same way?" Joe asks.

"I don't know," I reply, "I tried to tell him once but I just couldn't do it. Please don't say anything."

"Why not?"

"I'm scared that if he finds out all this will stop, that he'll dump me. I don't want it to stop, wild horses couldn't keep me away tonight."

"What makes you think it would all stop?" Shane asks.

"I don't know, I just don't want to take that chance."

"Well we won't say anything," Joe says.

"Thanks guys," I look at my watch, "Shit I'm late for class."

"Fuck so are we," Shane says.

"See you tonight," I say smiling as I rush off.

* * *

Classes for the rest of the day seems to drag and I'm finding hard to concentrate as I keep thinking about seeing Sir later. Finally the bell rings and I run out of the class towards the gates. I'm heading down the path, it's quiet, I'm well ahead of anyone else but I'm not watching where I'm going and I end up crashing the ground.

"Arrgh! Fuck!" I shout as I hit the ground, the gravel path hitting my face.

I curse as I start to get up when someone grabs me by my hair.

"ARRGH! WHAT THE FUCK!" I cry.

"Look who we have here," a voice says.

I look round to see Jason, I'm suddenly filled with dread.

"LET ME GO!" I shout.

"You're coming with me."

"I can't, I have to meet Sir."

"No you're not." he says as he drags me by the hair.

I grab his hand and try to get him to release his grip but it's too strong. It feels like my hair is going to be pulled out as he drags me across the college grounds.

"Oww! What do you want?" I ask.

"I think you already know," he says as he walks briskly.

Suddenly I do know what he wants, he's going to fuck me, that huge cock. Although part of me is excited about having that thing inside me I am only allow to be fucked by Sir, and that's the way I want it to be.

"No you can't, Sir is the only one that can," I protest.

"Precisely, I told Vince he would regret kicking me out the party so I'm going to ruin you for him."

Vince? Sir's name is Vince! We reach the woods by the college grounds. I struggle hard, I scream as I feel some of my hair pull out of my head but I manage to break free. I take my opportunity and run. I don't get far when I feel his grip on my shirt collar, he yanks hard and my shirt rips. I spin round and pull back lifting up my arms and my shirt slips off my body, free again I run.

"You little fucker!" he shouts.

I run hard towards home through the woods, I can hear him behind me, I'm running scared. Suddenly I lose my footing and stumble, he slams into me sending me crashing to the ground. I'm now face down on the ground the full weight of him on top of me.

"HELP!" I shout, "SOMEONE HELP ME! HE'S GOING TO RAPE ME!"

"Shut up you little faggot! Unless you want me to cut you into pieces," he says producing a knife and holding against my face. I'm now really terrified and I start crying.

"Ooh a cry baby," he says grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, "nice."

He pulls some string from his pocket and ties my hands behind my back. 

He lifts me up and grabbing my hands walks me deeper into the woods. He's holding my hands high causing me to bend forward, I'm struggling to walk like this and trip a couple of times. We reach a small clearing and he pins me up against a tree.

"Before I take your sweet ass I'm going to have a little fun with that nice cock of yours," he says as he fumbles with my belt. His hand slips inside my trousers and boxers and finds my chastity devices. He starts laughing.

"A chastity device? Vince can't even trust you not to beat off, well ain't that something."

"Fuck you!" I shout.

Jason pushes the tip of the knife under my chin, it hurts. "No babe, I'll be the one doing the fucking."

He pulls me away from the tree and spins me round like a rag doll and bends me over. In one swift motion my trousers and boxers are round my ankles.

"Oh wow a butt plug too," he laughs as he yanks it from my ass causing me to yelp.

He's holding me by my hair pulling my head back but forcing me to bend over. He kicks the back of my legs and they buckle making me kneel, he then forces me forward and my head hits the dirt. My ass is in the air and fully exposed for him. I'm sobbing uncontrollably now and remembering what he did to Shane I fear for my life, I'm hoping he does want to face fuck me. I hear him fumbling with his belt.

"Please don't," I sob. He ignores me.

I hear him fumbling some more behind me and then he throws a used lube packet by my face. I feel the head of his cock push against my sphincter.

"Noo please don't!" I cry.

He pushes hard and despite my attempts to clench my anus shut tight it gives way and a rush of pain hits me hard.

"ARRRRGHHH! FUCK! STOP! IT HURTS! PLEASE NO!" I scream.

But instead of stopping to allow the pain to pass he rams his cock hard into me filling me up completely in one go with his massive twelve inch cock. The pain is immense and he has no concern about it. He leans over and stuffs his t-shirt into my mouth to muffle my screams and proceeds to fuck me hard, really hard. I'm screaming through my gag and I'm finding it hard to get my breath. I can feel his cock ramming deep inside me, deeper that anything else has ever gone and I'm sure it's causing some damage in there.

"Ooooh yes, you have a sweet arse, I told you I was going to enjoy fucking it," he says triumphantly.

The pain isn't subsiding and neither are my screams. I breath in hard but it causes the t-shirt to slip into my throat. I start to choke, I can't breath. I begin to panic bucking wildly to try and get my breath but the more I try the deeper the t-shirt goes.

"Oh yes boy enjoy my big fucking cock up your boy cunt!" he says mistaking my bucking for enjoyment.

My lungs are screaming for air now and things start to go grey. I hear Jason grunt loudly but I'm not aware he had just cum inside me. It's true what they say, your whole life passes by in an instant. My father when I was young, the love I get from my mother, even Sir's big green eyes. Soon everything fades to black.

* * *

I wake with a big headache and I open my eyes. I realise I'm in a bed with silk sheets, they feel nice against my skin. I'm not dead! Memories of my rape come flooding back and I start to cry uncontrollably, tears fill my eyes and I can no longer make out my surroundings. Suddenly I'm aware of someone moving behind me and I begin to panic thinking that Jason has kidnapped me. I sit up fast and scream. Two strong arms wrap around me and a familiar voice whispers in my ear.

"Shhhh, it's ok, you're safe now."

"Sir?" I spin round to look at him.

Everything is blurry from my tears but I can tell he isn't wearing his balaclava. I quickly rub my eyes thinking they are playing a trick on me. I look back at him and slowly his face comes in to vision. Smiling at me is the most handsome man I have ever seen, his pearly white smile is framed nicely by two creases at either end. His big green eyes glisten and the crows feet either side accentuate his smile. His crew cut hair is jet black with highlights of grey and his nose is straight and bold, I had no idea what to expect but suddenly my love for him deepens immensely.

"I hope you're not disappointed?" he asks.

I fling my arms round him and kiss him passionately, I never ever want to let him go. We only break to get some air. He puts his hand on my head and strokes my hair. I start to bawl.

"I'm sorry Sir, I tried to stop him, he was just too strong." I blubber.

"Shhhh, I know," Sir coos in my ear.

"It was Jason Sir," I say pulling back to look sir in the eyes, "HE RAPED ME!" And I begin to bawl again.

"Shhh I know he did, it's ok, he won't bother you again," he reassures me pulling back to hug him.

I sob on Sir's shoulder not saying anything for what seems like an age. Then I suddenly have to urge to tell him how I feel, I nearly lost my life without him knowing how I feel about him.

"Sir."

"Yes Daniel?"

"I love you." my heart races not know what to expect.

"I know, I love you too."

I pull back and look at him.

"Really Sir?"

"Yes Daniel, always have done, I've just been too scared to admit it."

Suddenly a valve is released and my emotions come flooding out.

"Oh Sir I thought I was never going to see you again," I say blubbering through my tears.

Sir hugs me tight again, "So did I."

We sit there for ages, Sir holding me tight stroking my hair and caressing my back, soothing me with his whispers of reassurance. Eventually as my sobbing subsides I think about what he said when I told him I love him.

"Sir, how did you know?"

"Know what Daniel?"

"How did you know I love you?"

"I've always guessed you did but Joe confirmed it to me earlier."

"Bastard! I told him not to say anything."

"It's a good job he did or you might not be alive now."

I look at Sir puzzled.

"When you didn't show up at the van I was extremely angry and said I would beat you for your disobedience. That's when Joe mentioned the conversation you had with him at lunch time and that something must be seriously wrong. We decided to search for you, Joe looked for you in the classrooms, Shane searched the grounds and I traced your route home. It's in the woods I found your torn shirt, I shouted to Shane to get Joe and help me find you. I ran into the woods calling your name, that's when I heard you scream. I ran towards where I heard the sound and saw you, I thought you was dead, Jason was standing over you laughing."

"What did you do?"

"I rushed over to help you. I managed to get you breathing, any longer and I don't think you'd be with us now."

"What about Jason?"

"He laughed at me and said something about getting his revenge then ran off. Little did he know that Joe and Shane was waiting."

"What did they do?"

"Don't know but I heard a lot of screaming and begging coming from Jason."

Just then there was a knock at the door and the door opens slightly.

"Can we come in?" Joe asks, "we heard voices and wondered if everything is ok?"

"Yes come in," Sir says.

Joe and Shane walk into the bedroom stark naked both sporting erections.

"Have you two been playing with each other?" Sir asks.

Shane looks at the floor, "Sorry Sir, we couldn't help it, it's been so long."

Joe comes and sits on the side of the bed next to me.

"Are you ok?" he asks.

"Yeah I'm fine, thanks guys."

Shane sits next to me and Joe.

"We're so glad you're ok," Shane says and puts his arms around me followed closely by Joe.

It's then I notice Joe's black eye.

"Ow, did Jason do that to you?" I ask.

"Yeah but you want to see him," he laughs.

"Why what did you do?"

"Seriously Daniel, you don't want to know." he replies, "lets just say he won't be bothering us again."

Joe gets up, "We'll leave you two alone," he says grabbing Shane by the arm.

"Ow!" Shane complains, "alright I get the hint. Have fun you two," and they leave the room.

"Jason called you Vince," I say to Sir.

"Yes that's my name, you can call me by it from now on if you like."

"I think I prefer Sir," I reply smiling.

With that we kiss.

After we made love three times and for the first time I get to sleep with him. I lie there listening to his breathing on my neck, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I smile and wish for this feeling to never end.

* * *

It's been ten years since I told Vince I love him and I'm glad to say our love is just as strong. I started calling him Vince shortly after but always call him Sir when we have our bondage sessions. We often have boys visit our cellar and my media course came in handy as we now have our own production company specialising in bondage porn. The boys that visit often star in them and we are making quite a good living at it.

I came out to my mother too soon after, she said she had always known and that she was so happy that I have found love. I moved in with Vince not longer after telling my mother and we visit her regular. 

Billy would visit us on a regular basis but we had to stop it when he declared his love for me. I'm glad to say though he met a new master at one of Vince's parties and they've been together for several years now.

Shane and Joe are still good friends and visit us often. We even play sex games when they come over, they are so much fun. This year though they decided to tie the knot and they got married!

Although Vince and I play with other guys and boys I never let anyone other than Vince fuck me and he never fucks anyone else, we are resolute in that. I'm still his slave boy, I wouldn't have it any other way and can you believe I still cum when he fucks me.

The end



The New Slave Ch. 10



"Ummm, good boy. That was a good sample. I wanted to see just how much you had in there. According to the doctor's notes, there shouldn't have been much. I'm surprised. That was quite a bit." She was now watching her hand smear the thick creamy goo into his raw skin. 

"Ummm, Ummm, Ummm," the slave mumbled behind the gag. He was trying to talk but she couldn't understand any of what he was saying. She slowed her hand manipulation to a gradual halt, and then let go of the completely soft cock. She stepped around in front of him smiling. 

"Just relax. Rest for a minute. You're going to have to give me a lot more before we're through," she said, smiling at him. She then glanced down, seeing the large thick puddles on the floor in front of him. "Damn, you don't just cum, you cuuummm," she said, drawing out the last word. 

"That is some potent stuff you have there," she said, squatting down in front of him. Using her fingernail, she traced small circles in the gooey mess. She examined the thick white trails mixed in with the clear fluids. From what she could tell, there was more sperm present than there was the clear pre-cum. After what he had gone through the day before, there should have been a lot of pre-cum, but very little sperm. Since the sperm was a dullish white color, it was easy to see in the clear fluids. "You definitely are an over producer!" She got up and quickly went over to a cabinet, retrieving a large white towel. She dropped the folded towel to the floor on top of the mess, and then knelt down on the soft towel. 

"Let's see what we have here," she said, taking both of the heavy balls into her hands. Using one hand per ball, she began to examine the thick fleshy orbs. He jerked suddenly when she began to squeeze them. She continued the squeezing, rolling each ball around and around between her fingers. She was attempting to tell if he was showing any shrinkage or swelling in his balls. 

"Most males, when they've been milked out, will either swell up or they'll shrink. But your balls are still firm and huge. Are you holding out on me?" she asked out loud, laughing. 

Standing again, she quickly went to a sink and soaked a hand towel in warm water. Coming back to the slave, she quickly washed off his cock and balls, removing what was left of the sexual residue. She tenderly wrapped the warm rag around his cock and balls, holding it all tightly, letting his skin absorb the warm moisture. He was completely soft, his cock hanging loosely in her wet hand. She pulled the warm rag away, and examined his cock closer, pulling back the foreskin and examining the head and thick excess of skin. He was spent. There was no sign of arousal in the soft flesh. 

"Someone's been playing inside your cock," she said, looking into the stretched mouth of his cock head. Holding the head tightly, she peeled back the fleshy mouth, exposing about an inch of pink flesh, inside his cock head. The opening had been stretched significantly, enough that her finger could easily fit inside him. 

"I bet that hurt," she said, looking up at him as her little finger snaked into his cock. There was no resistance as her finger slid about an inch inside him. He made no sound, but jerked slightly as her finger met with resistance. 

"I bet that we can open that up wider, don't you think?" she asked him, smiling. "With the amounts that you're going to produce, you're going to need a wider mouth." 



The New Slave Ch. 11



Chapter 11 The Trainer Continues

It had been several minutes since he had cum in such a huge amount. Heather was more than impressed in the amount that he had expelled and was more than aroused at what she had just done. It was what she did on a normal routine day, but this slave was becoming so much fun. She had never dealt with a slave that was built like this one. He wasn't something special, but he was more than fun in his particular attributes. She had milked males that would be considered monstrously huge. She had milked males that put out huge amounts. She had been with a lot of slaves that she would later make an appointment with, but this one was different. Besides being so easy to control, he possessed balls that were nothing like she had ever seen. And she was more than enjoying their reactions to her training. 

"Feeling better? Judging by the mess you made, I'm sure that you enjoyed it. The proof is in the pudding," she said, laughing at her own joke. "Baby, that's a lot of pudding," she said, picking up the towel and looking at the gooey mess under it. 

He had calmed down quite a bit. His breathing was a little heavy, but his body was actually holding himself up in the chair now. She observed that he was showing no signs of arousal. It was obvious that he was finished. Kneeling on the soaked towel in front of her, she again wiped off his cock head. She glanced at the cock on the wall, making a mental note of the actual minute. 

"That is a gorgeous set of tools you have there," she said, taking his cock into her hand. Having cleaned him up, she could now watch how much pre-cum he was exuding, after a very strong orgasm. His pre cum was obvious, a very slight amount appearing at the head. Even with her kneeling in front of him, her face only inches from his cock, he was showing no sign of arousal. She examined his cock closely, again checking the thick foreskin and the shaft. Even soft, he was around 5 inches long and almost as thick as he was when hard. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed, ending right at the base of his pubic bone, giving his cock an even longer appearance, because of less hair. She again took a long look at the stretched mouth, peeling the lips back and looking deep into him. She had heard of male urethral modifications, but this was the first one that she had ever examined up close. 

"Did that hurt?" she asked almost affectionately, glancing up at him. The new slave was watching her closely. He slowly nodded his head up and down, indicating yes. She held the lips open wide and slowly moved her little finger to the entrance. There was enough pre cum that her finger easily slid into the opening. 

"Does it hurt when I do that?" she asked, again sounding concerned about him. He nodded his head no. Smiling, she slowly slid her little finger into his cock head. About an inch inside the head, she met with slight resistance. From anatomy and from experience, she knew that there was a tight sphincter muscle just behind the head, inside a male's cock. Holding onto the soft cock, she pushed harder and felt her finger pop into the main shaft, just behind the head. Ross tensed slightly as her finger stopped past the resistance. The pre cum that was still oozing in his shaft lubricated her finger, allowing her to slide it in and out. The sensation was odd for both of them. The sphincter muscle created a slight popping sensation as her finger forced it to expand and contract. Even with finger fucking him, he was still showing no sign of arousal. 

"Now that's what I call a whole," she said, smiling up at him. He didn't look pleased, blushing and looking away from her. It seemed to her that his 'modification' was something that he wasn't pleased with. It was sort of an oddity. The mouth of his cock was stretched open enough that it appeared puckered, fleshy lips on either side of the opening. Pulled open wide, you could see about an inch of the glistening pink tissue making up the inner shaft of his cock. Heather immediately knew that this 'oddity' could make for some stimulating play at a later time. 

She glanced at the wall clock, noting that it had been just 5 minutes since the powerful orgasm. He was still completely soft, the head tucked under the thick foreskin. By this point, his balls had completely relaxed, dropping down inside the soft sack. She quickly examined his balls, seeing that the skin was as baby soft and devoid of hair, as was his cock. The entire sack, even though relaxed and soft, was huge, being tight at the neck, just under his cock, and widening out as they dropped down. The shape of each ball could be distinguished inside the sack, both being overly large and firm. She, like the doctor, noted their individual size to be about the same size as an avocado. Their appearance was definitely something beyond bloated. Their size had not diminished any, even after the copious amount that they had just expelled. 

"Damn you are huge. I've never seen anything like those," she said, her hand trying to cup around one of the balls. He was still soft, showing no arousal at all. His cock hung limply, the head still tucked up inside the thick foreskin. She did notice that there was a continuous ooze of clear sticky fluid from the gaping mouth. She glanced at the clock again and noticed that it had been roughly 6 minutes since his orgasm.

She quickly got up and went to a cabinet, getting some more towels. She also picked up a package of rubbers, which she concealed inside one of the folded towels. Returning to the restrained slave, she put another folded towel on the floor in front of him, on top of the one that was saturated with his milk. She knelt down in front of him on her knees and scooted up closer to his body. Sitting back on her folded knees, she could lean forward and was only a couple inches from the massive cock hanging softly from between his legs. 

"Ok, let's see what we have here," she said as she reached out and cupped the soft fleshy cock in the palm of her hand. She just sat there, holding it, watching it. His cock lay solidly in her hand, taking up most of the space of her palm. It was warm and so very thick. The head was still tucked deeply inside the foreskin. His balls indicated no sign of arousal, hanging heavily between his legs. She just sat and watched it for several moments.

"Do you know what a refractory period is?" she asked, looking up at him. He shook his head indicating yes. "Well, I want to see just how long your refractory period is." Heather knew from past experience that the average male was around 20 minutes, give or take 5 minutes for age. As a trainer, she needed to know how long an individual male's period was. She had read the notes from the doctor, indicating Ross' amount of ejaculate. She also read the report from Rachel, indicating his 'morning after test' amount. She had then jacked him off, quite successfully in record time with a more than normal amount of ejaculate. So far, each test indicated an extremely high amount of sperm. He was mass-producing sperm. His pre cum was still copious and seemed to be almost free flowing. Now she was watching the clock, in order to see just how long he could go between orgasms. 

"It's such a nice cock. When you've been here for a while and get use to your new surroundings, I want to make an appointment with you. We'll both have a lot of fun, I can promise that." Slightly spreading her legs, Ross could see that her entire vaginal area was moist, a wetness that was now smeared over her upper thighs and pubic area. 

She continued holding her hand out, his soft cock lying softly in her palm. There had been no change in its shape or size. It was still massively thick, a steady stream of pre cum leaking from the mouth. She glanced at the wall clock. It had now been just under 8 minutes since his orgasm. 

"Would it help if I told you that I wanted to suck it?" she asked, grinning up at him. Even in the palm of her hand, she could feel his cock twitch. She glanced down and watched closely as it obviously thickened. The head slid forward slightly, beginning to peer out from under the heavy foreskin. 

"Now that's what I like to see. I've always known that a cock can be coaxed into performing. Can you perform for me?" She said, grinning at him. Heather had done this before, hundreds of times, but this was the first time that a male responded immediately to her cock comments. She continued watching it, her face only inches from it. 

"Ummm, it looks so good. I love to watch them grow," she said, making an exaggerated lick to her lips. She was making sure to not move her hand at all. All of his arousal was from her close view of it and from her talking to him. She watched as his cock thickened a little more, the head pushing out a little further. The pre cum continued to ooze, what seemed to be an ever-present supply. She continued to watch, but it seemed that his increase in size had stalled. He was still thick and the head was becoming more exposed, but it wasn't increasing any. 

"Oh come on baby, make it grow for me. If you don't, I'll have to do it for you," she said, still intently watching the meaty object in her palm. He didn't gain any size, but she felt an obvious twitch in the soft cock. She watched for a few more moments, realizing that he wasn't growing any. 

"Ummm, let me try something," she said, her head slowly moving downward toward his cock. Using her tongue, she barely touched the small exposed portion of his cock head. She immediately pulled back and watched as his cock shaft began to swell. She was mesmerized as it grew. The head pushed all the way out, quickly. The thick foreskin slowly rolled back, allowing the head total exposure. 

"That's more like it. Show me the entire process. Let me see it rock hard," she demanded. She sat back and watched for another minute, seeing no change since the last large obvious swell that took place. The head was still exposed, but almost seemed to be softening. 

"Oh, we can't have that," she mumbled, her head moving forward. Again she licked just the tip of the head, a long string of pre cum connecting her mouth to his cock. She quickly licked the head a second time, and then she sat back and watched. His cock began to swell again, the head moving farther outward as the shaft swelled to full length. She was now holding his rock hard cock in the palm of her hand. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that two minutes had passed since she first put his cock in her hand. 

"Very good. You learn quickly. That is what I'd call an excellent refractory period. But can you do anything with that," she said, nodding her head at the meaty cock in her hand. It twitched again. 

"Well, that tells me that it wants to play with me," she said, then opened her mouth wide and move her face in close to him. Gently and very softly, she sucked the head into her warm mouth. Immediately his body shook, a low soft moan coming from him. Her mouth wrapped around the swollen head and began to gently suck on him. Rock hard, she could feel the head flare as she applied more and more pressure to the swollen smooth textured head. Using her tongue, she could press it into the wide hole, stopping it up and pushing back the copious amount of pre cum that was oozing forth. 

"Ummm, you even taste good," she said, breaking contact with the swollen member for a moment. Heather had sucked hundreds of slaves, and this one actually did taste good. His pre cum was almost what she would call a neutral flavor. It wasn't the usual salty tasting thick fluid. She began to suckle on him, her mouth glued over the head only, the foreskin back, outside of her mouth. She was hungrily sucking on it, pulling and pulling on the tender flesh with her mouth. Her oral manipulation had turned into a rhythmic pulling and pushing, her tongue working on the gaping mouth of his cock. 

"Unnnggghhh," was the only thing coming from the gagged slave. His hips were thrust outward, his cock beginning to spasm. She continued the pressure on the head, sucking it like a baby on an engorged nipple. Her mouth was literally pumping him, using pressure on the sensitive member. By this time, both of her hands were resting on her thighs, doing nothing. She knew that with what she was doing, if she used her hands on his shaft or his balls, that he would erupt in her mouth. She kept up the rhythmic oral pumping, her tongue darting in and out of the stretched cock opening. Her mouth would fill with pre cum and she would swallow, doing this over and over. 

"Unggghhh, Unggghhh, Unggghhh," he was panting, both balls about to blow wide open. She knew it as well as he did. She was working him hard, but she hadn't lost track of what she was doing. His hips had been thrusting, increasing in speed as she fed on the tender cock head. She allowed her mouth to continue on him, harder and harder, but her attention was on his body movements and his breathing. Her mouth would fill with pre cum and she would swallow it all, never losing contact with the throbbing cock.

"Unnnggghhhh," suddenly came from behind the gagged slave, his pelvis thrusting wildly at her face. With a loud pop, her mouth pulled away from the throbbing cock. Almost comically, he stood, restrained, his hips jerking outward, his cock bouncing and jerking as it neared orgasm. Pre cum leaked profusely from the tip, dripping onto her thighs and knees. Her head rolled back, away from the thrusting cock.

"Oh no you don't. Not till I want you to. Just because you want to doesn't mean you get to. You'll cum when I let you cum," she said, seriously looking up at him. She quickly reached into the folded towel and pulled out the rubber. Opening it, she expertly rolled it onto his cock, careful to not over stimulate him. He was still throbbing and close to cumming, but she got it on him within a few seconds. She had done it before. Besides, a huge amount of cum aroused her greatly, but not in her mouth.  

Letting go of his cock, she watched in fascination as it bobbed up and down, hard spasms forcing the muscles to twitch. He thrust violently, almost as if he was trying to will it to cum. Without her mouth on him, he was slowly backing down from the powerful orgasm welling up in his balls. Knowing that he was on the edge, she sat for a moment, watching his reactions. He was desperate to cum. His thighs and stomach muscles were tensed up, quivering. 

"Cum for me?" was all she said as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the middle of his shaft. Immediately he groaned and thrust his hips out hard against her squeezing fist. She wasn't moving her hand, but his hip thrusting made it all the more enjoyable. She immediately planted her mouth on the rubber-covered cock, sucking the head into her mouth with greater force than before. She was sucking as hard as she could, but only on the head. 

"Unnnggghhh, Unnnggghhh, Unnnggghhh, anggggghhhhh," came from deep within his throat as the orgasm began to boil through his sack and cock. She could feel the head swell immensely, filling her mouth. Immediately, she moved her tight grip from the shaft and pinched off the cock head, holding it tightly between her thumb and forefinger. Her head jerked back as she watched her fingers hold back the gushes. Watching him, she saw his eyes shoot open in fear. He was cumming but she had somewhat cut off the pleasure. Her fingers held an iron grip on the spasms shooting through the thick cock. Holding him in this way, she could see the underside of his cock, the tender bulge that made up his urethra, swell immensely as the sperm backed up inside of it. She knew that it was painful but she also knew that release would be unbelievably pleasurable. She held it tight for only a moment, watching the swelling increase, then released it. Immediately the tip of the rubber shot outward from the force of the sperm blasting into it. It was filling up faster than anything she had ever witnessed before. Gush after hot gush of the thick cream shot into the rubber, visible, as the rubber seemed to pulse from the pumping sperm. He continued shooting into the rubber, his male milk being collected for the very first time. No one had ever captured his milk. In the past women had wiped it up, squeezed it out of their bodies, spit it out, flushed it away, and on one occasion had even sprayed it back onto him. But no one had ever captured it to save. The thought of what was being done to him made him continue pumping harder than he had before. 

Heather continued watching as the rubber filled and filled. As his body began to slowly run down from all of the sexual gyrations, she was shocked to see the rubber hanging down from his cock, filled to the point that it looked like there was a gooey tennis ball inside the end of it. Once again, he had pumped out more than she'd ever seen. She wasn't even touching him as he pumped. When she let go of the head, allowing him to spurt, she just sat back and studied his body as he enjoyed himself. She was amazed. 

"Come on baby, breath for me," she told him, watching his body slowly slump down. He was panting so hard that she was afraid that he would asphyxiate. She still sat in amazement, looking at the bursting rubber hanging down from his cock. He was still immensely thick, but not as long. He was going down fast. She glanced at the clock and saw that it had been only 13 minutes since his last orgasm. She smiled at him. 

"I can see why the doctor loves you. You are more than an over producer. You're a virtual milk cow when it comes to sperm. Wow. I have never seen anything like that." He wasn't listening. He was still trying to catch his breath, pulling at his restraints, and the huge over filled rubber swaying back and forth between his spread legs. 

"I have a feeling that this is going to be a very long day, for both of us," she said, reaching up between his legs. His balls were drawn tightly against his body, still in a state of high arousal. His cock was spent, his balls having just pumped out a massive load. They would slowly begin to drop down, in time. Heather reached up and began to gently massage the huge orbs, slowly pulling at them, trying to bring them back down. They would drop on their own, but she liked pulling at the slave's balls, immediately after they had cum hard. She knew it hurt, but she also knew that it told them who was running the show. 

"Baby, we're just getting started. Are you having fun? I am." Ross was still recovering from the pent up orgasm. Her holding him back had been an odd but intensely hard and strong sensation, one that he had never felt before. She sat back on the towel, smiling and watching him. "I bet that you've never had anyone block your orgasm, have you?" she asked him, watching him closely. He could only shake his head no. "Well, in regards to your refractory period, I'd say you did excellent. Even I'm impressed. Now we know your amount, and we know roughly your sexual timing. Based on that, we can begin to judge just how much we can take out of you on a daily basis. And over time, you'll start producing more and more." She just sat there smiling at him, watching the full rubber sway back and forth. He was exhausted.

"Don't let them go to sleep, they're about to perform again," she said, reaching up and squeezing one of his balls. "I wasn't kidding when I said we were just getting started. We're doing this till there's nothing left. But don't worry baby, your body is going to love it... for a little while longer."



The New Slave Ch. 12



Chapter 12: Heather Teaches 'Testicular Orgasm'

Heather was more than enjoying herself. She hadn't been this aroused in years. She had gotten into a routine, training the slaves, a constant barrage of sex. Each and every day, she was either involved or present in the midst of so much sexual activity that it had become pretty mundane. It was nothing to her, to jack a male off, draining his milk into a rubber, just to see how well or how fast she could do it. She was very good at her job but there wasn't much fun in it, at least not like it used to be. When she first arrived at the facility, she would excitedly look forward to each day at work, working on or playing with a multitude of various sized cocks. After awhile, as her interest in cock diminished her interest or curiosity in their balls increased. She found herself becoming more and more familiar with just what it was that 'pressed the male button', causing him to either cum or explode, depending on her technique or her ability to arouse the male. With her body, she found that there was no effort in bringing a male to full arousal. Just her body could bring a male to the brink of orgasm. Any other effort on her behalf just increased the male's response to her. She had come to understand that males were just plain easy when it came to making them cum.

She sat and watched the new slave. This one had been fun; the arousal level in her had gone up, like it had, a long time ago. She couldn't mistake the excess of her own lubrication that was exhibited between her legs. She was oozing like a young schoolgirl. It was rare that a slave could bring her to this old level of excitement. This one did just that. She sat and allowed Ross to rest and catch his breath. 

"You were an entertainment slave, weren't you?" She asked, already knowing the answer. She had read all of the doctor's notes. His eyes closed, still breathing hard, he nodded yes to her. It wasn't hard to figure that he had been a slave for women that wanted to spend time with a male that was experienced, endowed, and handsome. She watched him, knowing in her own mind that he would have been in demand. The women that paid money to use him weren't exactly interested in him cumming. They were interested in their own orgasm. During those exchanges, it was more than likely that he did very little cumming, maybe once if he was lucky. They had all of the orgasms, while his cock throbbed and pulsed, doing what it was good at doing. 

But now he was in a different setting. He was there with the purpose of supplying cum, and large amounts of it. He wouldn't be use to the over exertion of his balls gushing out a dozen times a day. In time he would get use to it, but for now, he was probably beginning to feel spent, an ache beginning to develop deep down in his lower abdomen. 

"How do you feel," Heather asked, sincere as she could be. "Are you tired?" 

He nodded no, but the look on his face said that he was. According to her calculations, he had orgasmed at least 6 times in about 12 hours. That wasn't that much, but with him not being used to it, it was a lot to ask. 

"Ready to go again?" she asked, as serious as she could be. He looked at her, his eyes wide. It was obvious that he wasn't ready to do anything but rest. He had slumped down into the specially designed restraint chair. He was looking as if he was giving out. He looked exhausted.

"Sorry baby, but I told you that we were just getting started. Before we're through, you're going to be completely dried up." She sat up from off the floor and moved in between his legs. The overfilled rubber was hanging down from his soft cock. It looked like a small-overfilled water balloon. Carefully she cupped the bulging rubber in one hand while the other hand took a tight grip on the top of it. She slid the gooey rubber down his cock, pulling it free from him. She carefully tied the open end of the rubber in a knot, careful not to spill any of its contents and deposited the bulging bag into a plastic specimen container. 

"Congratulations. That was your first contribution to the doctor's line of fine cosmetics. I have no doubt that she thanks you. Hell, she probably will love you if you keep putting out loads like that one." She put the closed specimen into a small refrigerator. 

"Now, where were we? Oh yea, I forgot, I was going to milk you again." Heather walked back over to the new slave, standing inches from his face. Leaning into him, she put her head on his shoulder. "Ummm, you are very good at what you do. I would love to see what you could do to me, alone. Interested?" She nuzzled his neck for a moment, then leaned up and kissed him lightly on the cheek. At the same time, her hand snaked down the front of his belly, finding the sticky cock between his legs. She began to slowly massage it, feeling it begin to swell in her hand. 

"You really are big. I mean big in a very good way. A lot of the slaves here are big but in ways that almost make them unusable. But you are something else. You have a gorgeous cock. And I have a feeling that those balls will keep you going for a very long time." She was leaning up against him, her breasts pressed into his chest. Her head rested between his neck and his shoulder. Occasionally she would lean up to him, kissing his neck and cheek. Her hand continued to work the fleshy member in her hand. He wasn't hardening as he had the previous two times, but he was slowly getting hard. 

"I do know that it will take more and more to make you cum. You're going to get more and more sensitive, so we'll have to work around that. I'm sorry babe, but my job is to take every last drop out of you. That will let us know just what you're capable of in the future. Luckily for you, I am very good at this." Her hand had stopped massaging the meaty shaft, and was now concentrating on the tender head. Her fingers were rubbing circles around it, causing it to stiffen and swell. 

"Well, let's get started," she said as she reluctantly moved away from him. Still rubbing the head of his cock, she moved around in front of him. Using a bare foot, she rearranged the towel on the floor to cover some puddles of sperm that she had missed. She then knelt down on the set of towels and moved in close to his body. 

"This might sting a little," she said as her mouth sucked the swollen head in. He winced as he felt the salt in her saliva begin to soak into the tiny tears and cuts in his cock head. She hadn't been rough with his body, but small tears and cuts happen when a cock gets jacked off. It's something that is hard to avoid. She immediately began to suckle him, using the rhythmic sucking to urge him to full erection. As he began to thicken and elongate into her mouth, both of her hands trailed up his inner thighs. He could feel her fingertips as they moved up his thighs and then stop as they reached the bottom of his still immense sack. There was a moment of hesitation before both of her hands closed around the still bloated balls. She felt his body immediately jerk. She increased the pressure of her sucking, pushing her tongue into the mouth of his cock. 

"Ummm, Ummm," he moaned as her mouth continued its assault on his tender organs. It was obvious that he was enjoying it, but she knew from experience that most males could enjoy what she was doing, even if it was very painful. His hips were beginning to gently thrust, matching the timing of her sucking. Through her hands, she could tell that he was nowhere near orgasm, his balls hanging down softly in the soft full sack. As his arousal level would go up, his balls would draw up closer to his body, in preparation for spurting the seed from them. It was a common biological response. It was nature's way of giving the sperm a shorter distance to travel, for survival of the cells. But at this point, his sack was still very soft and hanging down.

With her mouth glued to his cock, sucking hard, she could tell that he had reached a point where she would need to do a lot more to make him cum. Her mouth alone would not finish him. She knew from years of experience that males were similar to females in one respect. Males could have a penile orgasm or a testicular orgasm, similar to a female having a clitoral orgasm versus a vaginal orgasm. Penile orgasms were normally a direct result of friction against the underside of the cock head. A testicular orgasm wasn't so much an orgasm, as it was a forced expulsion of sperm through manipulation of the ball. It wasn't much of an orgasm, but it did produce quantities of sperm similar to an orgasm. In most males it was painful, but in some it was similar sensations to an orgasm, without being as intensely pleasurable. Testicular orgasm was a rarity in males, but not unknown. If done correctly, large amounts of sperm could be extracted from a male, without any orgasm. The male would stay hard and aroused, while his balls were systematically drained. But it was a method that was hard to do. 

Heather had read the doctor's notes extensively. She remembered reading that the new slave showed signs of having a high pain threshold in his huge balls. As thick and firm as they were, they would be easy to manipulate. Both of her hands each grasped one of the huge orbs. She then began to push her thumb and forefinger of each hand into the fleshy middle area of each of his balls. His reaction was immediate. She could feel him jerk hard as she applied the soft pressure. Without breaking contact with his cock, she glanced up to see that his eyes were wide open. She estimated that he knew what she was going to do. 

"Do you want me to pop these cherries?" she asked, almost with a laugh. His eyes were still wide as she applied a firm pressure to each ball. Even after her mouth stopped the sucking action to his cock, his hips were still gently thrusting, indicating that her hands were having a positive effect on him. 

"I bet your cherry got popped a long time ago. Let me guess, I bet it was with one of your little friend's mother or maybe even with your baby sitter. It would be pretty hard to miss those huge things inside a swimsuit or your underwear. Where was it? A pool party at a friend's house, or right inside your own bedroom? I bet it was with a friend's mother. She probably trapped you in the bathroom. You didn't know what to do as her hand snaked down into your swimsuit. You just stood there while her hand played with something that even surprised her. Within seconds she was standing there smiling as she felt all of that warm goo globbing up her hand."

By now, Ross' cock was rock hard, bobbing in front of Heather's face. Drops of pre cum were beginning to ooze from the head. She had a firm grasp of each ball, a steady pressure being exerted on each one. At this point, Heather knew that Ross was capable of testicular orgasm. 

"You want me to pop these cherries, don't you?" She said to him, her eyes glued to what her hands were doing to him. With as much pressure as she was already applying, she was surprised that he wasn't in pain. If he was, he wasn't showing it. His hips were still gently rocking forward and back. His ball sack was still hanging down, but had tightened up a little. She didn't know if it was due to his arousal level going up or from the probing fingers into each testicle. Either way, he was aroused and moving up the sexual ladder. 

"Babe, I think that these are about the biggest cherries I have ever seen. I'm going to have to pop them hard to get them working," she said, beginning to apply more pressure. She was surprised that her fingers were already so deep into the fleshy balls. They were firm, but as she applied more pressure, she could feel her fingers slipping deeper into the fleshy nerve filled tissue. Ross didn't appear to be in pain, his hips still giving him away. 

Heather stopped suddenly, letting go of his sack. Immediately, Ross' body slumped down, almost in disappointment. She rolled over onto one side of the towel and pulled out another packaged rubber. Opening it, she quickly slipped it over his erect cock. She grasped his shaft and began to rub it briskly, careful to pull the foreskin all the way out and then all the way back down to his pubic bone. Doing this, she felt she was giving the most friction to his cock head. His hips were beginning to pump again. Jerking the foreskin back hard, she held it there while her mouth slipped over the swollen head. This time, using her mouth, she took in the head and continued to suck, pulling at the stretched foreskin. She could hear his response this time, his breath coming in a gasp. 

"Oh, you like it rough, don't you?" she asked, stopping momentarily and looking up into his face. His eyes were closed, a slight sheen of perspiration popping up on his forehead. His breathing was beginning to give him away, something that he couldn't control as his body responded to her manipulations. She glanced back down and grasped the engorged shaft, just behind the foreskin. Jerking hard, she yanked the foreskin back toward his pubic bone. His body jerked as the sharp sensation shot through his lower abdomen. Immediately her mouth moved to suck in the head again. She concentrated her oral talent on his cock head, sucking hard and licking it quickly. 

"I can't forget these," she said as her hands moved back to the bloated ball sack. Feeling for a moment, she found the same spots that she had been before, and again pushed her thumb and forefinger into each ball, applying pressure. Her mouth moved back to his cock head and continued on him. She knew that with his overly sensitive cock, her mouth wasn't doing that much to keep him aroused. It was her hands that were going to make him cum. 

"Just relax baby. I'm going to pop these nuts hard. I do have to say that this is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me," she said, almost laughing. 

She then applied more pressure to the sensitive balls, causing him to jerk hard as the painful sensations shot up through his stomach. As her hands worked the tender balls, she couldn't help but notice that his cock was straining and rock hard. It had only been a few minutes, but the reservoir tip of the rubber already had a sizable amount of pre cum in it. There was enough there that it appeared that he had already cum, but she knew that he hadn't. He was definitely an over producer. 

"Do you know what a testicular orgasm is?" She asked, looking directly into his face. 

Almost in a pant, he shook his head hard from left to right. By now, even his face was straining, sweat appearing all over his forehead and hairline. She still had a tight grip on each ball. 

"Well big boy, I'm about to show you what a testicular orgasm is. You should pay attention; you're going to be seeing a lot of these. Or should I say you will be feeling a lot of those?"

"Your cock is somewhat sore and raw. It's been desensitized from all of the rubbing and playing with it. I could keep working it but all that's going to do is make it more desensitized. You'll cum, but it will get harder and harder to do. So we do something different. I'll make you cum with ball manipulation." She was now watching his ball sack closely, judging the placement of her fingers. She was continuing to apply pressure to each ball, using a thumb and forefinger on each one. She was squeezing hard enough that it was almost like she was trying to push her fingertips through the huge balls.

Watching her fingertips closely, she let go of the balls and slowly slid her fingers up the sack, feeling as she went. Just above each ball, she pressed her fingers into the soft skinned sack and began to probe into him. His body jerked slightly, telling her that she was in the right location to begin her manipulation. Pressing firmly into him, she could feel the thick-corded vas deferens and epididymus, the tubes coming off of the top of each ball. These were the tubes that carried the sperm from the balls, up into the cock shaft to be expelled. They were extremely sensitive and swollen from their overuse. He moaned loudly as she began to squeeze them.

"Ahhhhhhh, that's what I was looking for. These are so swollen that they were easy to find. Give me a few moments and I'll have them purring in my fingertips." She looked up at his face, seeing that his eyes were closed. She continued a firm massage on each cord, almost as if milking it. The finger and thumb of each hand was firmly squeezing the thick tube coming from each ball. His hips were beginning to softly thrust again. She knew that the manipulations would become painful, but it was a pain that he wasn't able to avoid. Both balls were wanting to cum again, whether he wanted to or not.

"Are you ready for me?" she asked, anxiously watching her fingers while they continued their milking motions. "I think that you're more than ready," she said, looking back down and seeing the steady stream of pre cum now dripping from his swollen cock head.

"Here we go," she announced, taking a firmer grasp on the cords. She suddenly shifted her fingers, moving them from the thick cord, down to the top of each ball. He would be more sensitive there and would not be able to avoid the release that was about to start. As soon as her fingers squeezed at the top of his balls, his hips thrust outward violently. Even gagged, she could hear him suck in a great amount of air. His hips jerked back inward, then suddenly pushed out again. His cock was straining, actually twitching and bobbing, waiting for the gushes to start. His body jerking indicated to her that he was actually trying to push out the sperm.

"Baby, hold on. I'm going to pop those cherries big time. You don't have to be in a hurry, we have all day to drain those bags." She couldn't decide if she wanted to rush him into another orgasm or delay it. Delaying it could mean getting a larger load from him. 

She decided to quickly finish him. She was having so much fun with his huge balls that she was finding herself thinking of the next method that she could use to relieve him of some of the excess built up inside his balls. He was on the verge and they both knew it. His hips were thrusting violently, her grip on his balls tightening by the minute. Her fingers were massaging the tops of his balls, forcing them to spasm. He was going to pop any moment. Sensing that he was ready, she squeezed hard on the thick tubes and pulled outward, toward his hips. She was milting him. A method used to force horses and cows to ejaculate. It wasn't an orgasm, but the results were the same. To him it would feel good but not as strong as an orgasm. 

"Ahhhhhhh, unnnggghhh, ah, ah, ah, ah, Ahhhhhhh," were the only sounds coming from him." His breathing was now a pant. His hips pushed out hard, his cock jerking from the spasms racking the tender tissue. The first gush of his male milk shot into the tip of the rubber, causing it to pop outward. It was easy to see each gush, the tip of the rubber popping outward as each shot of his milk cascaded from the swollen head. He continued pumping in this manner for several moments, each gush diminishing slightly. 

"That's it baby, keep pushing. Bear down with your pelvis, it'll help push out more of your milk." She was intently watching the now sagging end of the rubber, huge globs floating inside the latex bag. As before, she was amazed at the amount that was coming out of a man that should already be drained. His cock was still pumping as if it was his first orgasm of the day. 

Heather maintained her firm massaging grip on the tubes, milking him till his body slumped down, completely exhausted. All of this and she had not even touched his cock during ejaculation. He was hanging in the chair, his body dropped down, held up only by his restraints. He was panting, sucking in air through his nose, trying to catch his breath. 

She watched him for several moments, till she was sure that he was finished. She continued her massage on the swollen tubes, slowly letting up as his cock began to deflate. He was spent. Judging by the amount that he had ejaculated, she knew that there was still a lot more inside the huge things. But there was plenty of time. She'd take the rest of him after a brief rest.




The New Slave Ch. 12



"All better?" she said, laughing at him. Don't fret baby, that is one method that males can't refuse. You'll give and give and give, till I get tired of taking." Even while his cock was still somewhat hard, she reached up and gripped the rubber tightly. She slid it down his cock, careful to keep all of the thick warm goo inside it. Removing it from him, she tied the top end, into a knot and put the filled rubber into another plastic specimen container. She placed it in the refrigerator with the first one. 

"You are unbelievable. Just how much more can you have inside there," she said, reaching down and gently patting the battered balls hanging under his tired cock? Well, we're going to find out. Just rest, we're going to keep this up till you're empty." She just sat back on the towels, relaxing and watching him. She knew that it was going to be a long day.



The New Slave Ch. 13



Chapter 13 The Slave, The Prostate

Heather just sat and watched the exhausted slave. She was beginning to find herself tired also. Besides tired, she was still aroused and had been working on the slave, paying no attention to her own sexual need. This wasn’t something that occurred often, but now that she was feeling that old feeling, she wanted to do something about it. This new slave was bringing up old familiar feelings that had been dormant for some time. So much sex on a daily basis made it very mundane for almost all of the staff. It wasn’t so much sexual, as it was just a job. But Heather was like all of the other women at the facility. There were times when ‘the mood’ came over her. This was definitely one of those times. Having watched Ross cum so many times, she wanted to enjoy in the fun.

The slave was still slumped in the special restraint chair. She sat watching him for several moments, trying to figure what method to use next, to make him cum again. She knew that there was still plenty inside his balls, judging by the huge amount that she had just extracted from him. She knew of a multitude of ways to make a male cum, but she had never had to start thinking up ways with just one slave, in one day. It wasn’t a problem. She wanted to use the methods that would work the fastest and get the most from him. Her job for the slave’s first day was to literally drain him. Take him to the point that he could cum, but have absolutely no ejaculate. She had never seen a male cum so much, so often. She glanced over at the overfilled rubbers lying in the specimen cups. So far, it equaled about the amount of 10 males, not just one man. 

“Feeling better baby? I bet you haven’t cum that much in your entire life. Does it still feel good, or is it becoming a painful chore?” She sat watching him, feeling her own moisture becoming more obvious to her. She could feel the puffiness in her vaginal lips that indicated that she wanted to be relieved. They were swollen and beginning to throb. The increased blood flow to her pubic area was becoming more pronounced. She couldn’t ignore the feelings that were beginning to surge through her. 

“Just relax baby, a few more minutes,” she said, getting up off the wet towels. She walked over to another cabinet and opened it, looking all through it. She finally found what she was looking for. Ross was still recuperating and didn’t notice as she pulled a small insert type of vibrator from the drawer. Bullet shaped, she quickly applied a small amount of KY-jelly to it, and then returned to the sperm soaked towels. 

“You don’t mind if I join you, do you?” She stood smiling at him, watching his reaction closely. He barely looked up, seeing that she was holding the chrome colored vibrator in her hand. In the other hand was the control attachment, connected by wires. Watching him as he watched her, she smiled and then slowly slid the lubricated shape into her pussy. She was so wet that there was no resistance as it popped into her. She slid the vibrator control to her other hand, and then pulled her legs back together, clamping them together tightly. 

“Ummm, this is going to be fun. We can play together, what do you think?” She moved up closer to him, kissing him on the cheek. Her breasts were again pressed into his chest, her nipples hard and erect. Just the act of putting the vibrator in place had moved her higher up in arousal

“After all that I’ve done to you, it shouldn’t take much to send me over the edge,” she said, turning on the switch of the control box. 

“In case you didn’t know it, I do like to watch.” Putting the setting on low, she leaned back and closed her eyes, the effect of the vibrator instant inside her tender pussy. She was feeling the effects of the low hum now going on inside of her. 

“It’s been pretty easy going, so far. I know it’s getting harder for you, but we have a long way to go. Of course that depends on you and how much you can pump out.” Her eyes were still closed as she talked softly to him. She was still pressed up against him, her hand now moving down between his legs. He was immense, even soft. His foreskin was beginning to become swollen and was stretched back, behind the head. The head was swollen just from all of the deep contractions and was flared wide, pre cum oozing again. Even in a soft state, his cock hung down heavy and long. His balls were again hanging down, showing his lack of arousal. They were still bloated and firm. She placed two of her fingertips at the mouth and began to smear the copious amount of his lubricant around the tender head. She could feel him begin to swell. 

“Ummm, good boy. You’re such a fast learner. That’s what I like to see, a cooperative student.” She continued her manipulation of the head, feeling his shaft swell even more. Letting go of the engorged tip, she moved her hand down to the soft sack and began to softly probe the two orbs. He winced slightly as she gently rolled one ball around between her fingers. His cock was pushed up against her wrist, pre cum beginning to coat her forearm. 

She stepped back away from him, watching his eyes closely. They were closed. He was again enjoying her touch. 

“You like my training, don’t you?” She stood smiling at him, her legs spread slightly as the low hum continued deep inside her. She was now wet enough that there was a single drip making its way down her inside thigh. “Will you be a good boy and behave yourself?” She stood watching him closely. His eyes were barely open. He nodded his head up and down. She bent down and released both of his ankle restraints. She eyed him closely, and then stepped in close to him, releasing the restraint on his right hand. She pulled his right hand across his chest and latched it into place, under his left arm. She then released his left hand restraint. Keeping a tight grip on his wrist restraint, she turned him around facing the chair and reattached his left hand restraint to the chair. Being in an almost standing position, she had him stand fully upright. He was now restrained again, but standing and facing away from her. She walked around to the backside of the movable chair and released two latches, allowing the chair to bend down in the middle. Moving the chair into a new position, it now appeared more like a small table or bench, rather than a chair. Ross was in a position where both of his wrists were attached to the corners of the ‘table’. She then leaned down and reattached both of his ankle restraints to the outer legs of the ‘table’. She made sure to spread his legs wide enough that he was very open and very vulnerable. 

“Just relax baby, I’m trying to get you as comfortable as possible. Lean over,” she said as she gently placed her hand in the small of his back and pushed him forward. He immediately bent at the waist, allowing his upper body to rest on the ‘table’ top. She always marveled at the endless possibilities of this special built chair. She now repositioned each wrist restraint, one at a time, stretching his arms outward, toward the end of the table. In this position, he was standing, his ankles locked into a wide spread position. His upper body was laid out on the table, his arms locked out away from him. In this position, he could rest his head on the table. She even placed a pillow under his head for comfort. 

“Now that is a fine view, if I do say so myself,” she said, laughing softly. She was standing behind him, enjoying the view of his spread legs and more than exposed butt. She couldn’t see his face, but he was about as red as he could get. His embarrassment was obvious as his cock began to soften. His cock was growing softer by the minute, but his balls were still stuck out, on display for anyone wanting to watch. In this position, both his ball sack and his butt literally begged for attention. And Heather knew that she would pay proper attention to them. 

“If you could see what I’m seeing right now,” she said, smiling at Ross. He turned his head, trying to look back at her, but he couldn’t see her. She stood admiring the sight for a few moments, enjoying the increasing sensations coming from between her legs. A slight shiver ran up her spine, her pussy beginning to feel slight contractions coming from deep inside of her. Using her bare foot, she slid the towel on the floor to where it was directly under the slave’s genitals, just in case of any accidents. It was still sticky and gooey and did not slide very well on the linoleum. 

“I told you that your orgasms would be easy, becoming harder the longer that we go. After the last one, I have a feeling that you’re starting to become a little desensitized. Are you?” she asked, reaching down between his legs. Standing above him, she felt around for a moment, finding the thick cock hanging down. She gently began to massage the head again, feeling it harden in her hand. “That’s a good boy. Get it hard for me.” After a few moments, she could feel the shaft beginning to thicken and drop down. His balls were still huge and hanging down softly. She knew that his arousal level was pretty low. 

Heather gave careful thought. She knew that she had a ways to go before she would render his balls completely empty. Her goal was to literally drain his balls to the point where there was nothing left inside of them. If she were successful, she would be able to make him cum one last time, but have absolutely no ejaculate come out.  But she wanted to be able to do this, without completely desensitizing his cock. So far she had made him cum three times with very little force to his cock. It was becoming more difficult to make him cum. There were many methods that could force a male to orgasm, the first being pleasurable, then growing to uncomfortable, ending in painful ejaculation. The last ones would be virtually no sperm present. This was what Heather was aiming for. 

“Ok baby, let’s see what we can do for those balls. I know you’re getting tired, but we’re almost there.” She continued to gently massage the head, smearing the pre cum around to soften the taut skin. Bending over his butt, she could feel his cock thickening and beginning to drop again. It was soft and unwieldy but getting larger. She patiently continued her gentle massage, feeling him grow harder. Finally, he was hard enough that he was capable of penetration, even though he wasn’t going to be that lucky. Being fully erect, she slid her grip up the shaft and softly grasped him, beginning to masturbate him. His back arched as her hand gripped the hard flesh, rubbing him firmly, but with short strokes. Feeling his cock preparing to cum again, she glanced down, to see that he was beginning to rise up on his toes. This was a definite indication that he was getting ready to flood her hand again with his milky cream. She just smiled, knowing how easy it was to control a male. 

“Ummm, good boy. I can feel that you’re ready again. Want me to help you?” she asked, gently milking the hard cock. His hips were moving in and out, gently thrusting as her hand continued to work on him. She didn’t want to work his cock too much, knowing from experience that each orgasm produced a little more numbness in the cock. Feeling him getting closer to orgasm, she suddenly stopped, letting his cock bob and twitch in mid air, as if searching for her hand. 

“I’m sorry baby. Hold on for just a moment. We can’t have you spurting your seed all over the floor. At least we can’t do that two times in the same day.” She backed away from him and moved over to another cabinet. She quickly removed a pair of latex gloves and a large, Swedish style massager. She moved back over behind Ross, putting only the right hand glove on. She loved using the massager on males. It’s design was built with springs that fit around the open palm, allowing the main motor and massager to rest on top of the hand, sending the ultra fast vibrations through the palm and the fingertips. 

“And we definitely can’t forget this,” she said, reaching down and picking up another rubber. She expertly slid the rubber onto his still hard cock, quickly sliding it up the shaft. She placed an open container of KY-jelly on the floor between Ross’ legs.  Plugging in the massager, she placed it on her left hand, securing it in place with the springs around her palm. She grabbed a near-by rolling type of office chair and moved it over closer to Ross. Sitting down, she rolled the chair up behind him, in between his splayed thighs. 

She had used the Swedish type massager on males for years. It never failed to astound her just how fast the electric vibrator could devastate a males balls, literally forcing them to blow out. It was considered one of the most intense vibrations, compared to vibrators in general. Almost all of the female staff used the Swedish massager. With it, it didn’t take but a few moments to start cumming, whether it was a slave or a female. She knew that it would probably work faster on her, than it did the slave. She was in need of some relief for herself.

“Ok baby. Just relax, I can guarantee that this one won’t take long, for either of us.” She switched the massager on and held it for a moment, feeling the intense ultra fast vibrations pulsing through her left hand.

She leaned down and scooped the gloved hand into the KY-jelly, getting a good amount on her right hand. She then reached up and placed the massager on Ross’ butt, slowly sending the sensations into his rear muscles. She could see him immediately slump down, relaxing as the comforting sensations throbbed through him. She rolled her hand around, allowing the vibration to relax his left butt cheek and then his right butt cheek. She continued to press into him, as if giving his butt a deep massage. As the commercials had said, it was ‘melting his aches away’. She wasn’t concerned about his rear end muscles, but didn’t want to apply the intense vibrations to any sexual organs yet. He was slowly relaxing and enjoying the deep massage to his tired body.  

“Hang on baby. You’re getting ready to encounter some turbulence,” she said as she slid the vibrator farther down his butt, her hand slowly moving down between his thighs. His body stiffened slightly, as if he suddenly knew where she was going with the intense toy. He began trying to pull his thighs together but they were secured tightly with his restraints. Her hand continued downward, moving only to his inner left thigh. She moved the vibrator up and down slowly, working the deep-seated thigh muscles. She could feel the tightness slowly move out of him as the vibrator forced the muscles to relax. He knew what she was going to do. Her hand then moved to the right inner thigh and did the same procedure to it. 

“Ummm, I do think that we’re both going to enjoy this. In one motion, she quickly moved the vibrator up to the low hanging heavy ball sack, gently squeezing his left ball. His entire body jerked as he felt the fast and deep sensations pulsing through the battered ball. She let the vibrator work on it for a moment, then moved it to the right ball, squeezing it in a similar manner. He didn’t jerk as hard this time, but he was still up on his tiptoes, his thighs spreading further apart. He was enjoying the sensations. 

“Hold on a minute, let me catch up with you,” she said, quickly pulling the vibrator away and moving it directly between her open thighs. She pressed her vibrating palm to her pubic area, covering her clit and lips at the same time. It was then her turn to jerk as she felt the first sensations pulsing through her. “Oh shit…” Her words trailed off. It would take her less time to cum than it did for him to cum. She kept the vibrator pressed up against her tender skin till she was right at the edge. 

“Your turn,” she gasped, quickly catching her breath. She put the vibrator back to his hard shaft and gently squeezed her fingers around it. His body again jerked hard as he felt the impulses surge through him. Again, his feet arched as he stood up on his tiptoes, his butt rising upward as if to give her more access between his legs. She didn’t want to use the vibrator too long on him, knowing that it would numb his cock. She quickly pulled it away and placed it back between her legs. Her head rolled back, her eyes closed as she felt the intensity of the massager. She would cum at any moment, but wanted to savor it. Feeling herself starting to roll over the edge of a sexual cliff, she jerked the vibrator away from her now quivering pussy. Again she gripped his shaft, sending the vibrations into him. But this time she moved her gloved hand up to his butt and pushed her fingers in between his almost clenched cheeks. She moved her lubricated fingers around, smearing the KY-jelly around the tender orifice. She then watched closely as she pushed her middle finger up to the puckered entrance. He tightened up, knowing full well where she was going. 

“Just relax. This is going to be very intense. Believe me, we’re both going to be enjoying this one.” She then pushed slightly, her middle finger popping into the tight entrance. His body jerked slightly as her finger pushed further into him. As lubricated as her finger was, it was easy to go deeper and deeper. She could feel him relax slightly as her finger probed around. Letting him get use to the intrusion, she squeezed slightly on his shaft, reminding him of what was happening to his cock. He remembered, immediately, his hips jerking as his butt rose up higher. She could see his thighs tense up hard. She could now hear his breathing coming in pants. 

Knowing that he was close to orgasm, she jerked the vibrator away, placing it back between her legs. This time, she slid her middle finger in between the gooey lips, pushing them back, out of the way. Her finger moved immediately into her entrance, pushing deep inside of her. Her back arched hard as the first wave of the intense orgasm shot through her. She was now beginning to pant, her hips pushing outward, against her vibrating palm. 

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Ummmm,” she was moaning. It hadn’t been that long since she had cum, but this one was more intense than what she was use to. Her thighs tightened up hard as her feet arched, her head rolled back. Even as her orgasm rocked through her, she pushed her middle finger deeper into him, and then rolled it downward, searching out a small lump inside of him that she knew would enhance his orgasm. Feeling the prostate gland, she pressed it, causing him to jerk. Her orgasm was beginning to fade, her finger moving softly in and out of the overly sensitive pussy. She didn’t have to even touch her clit; it was already on fire from watching him cum three times. 

“Oh shit baby. That was intense. Ummm, it was almost like we were doing it together,” she moaned, her finger still inside of her. “Damn, you are good,” she said, laughing. She slowly pulled the gooey finger from inside of her as the vibrations began to get too intense for her quivering pussy. She immediately moved the vibrator back to him, gently gripping his cock. Her right hand was still pressed against his butt, her middle finger deeply planted inside of him, massaging his prostate. He had not softened any. 

“Now baby, I want to see just how much is left inside those balls. I want all of it this time. Do you hear me?” She was leaning around, trying to see his face. She couldn’t see him but she could hear his breathing. He was in a full pant, his hips beginning to jerk as she continued to squeeze the thick cock meat.  His thighs were rock hard, indicating that he was almost cumming. 

“Ok, show me,” she said, pressing harder on the enlarged gland inside of him. She could feel his body jerk as she pressed the gland and rubbed it harder. She immediately relaxed her grip on his shaft, almost letting go of it. Her vibrating fingers moved down quickly, encircling the hard cock head. His cock head was flared wide, bloated and hard from all of the increased blood flow. Even with the rubber on, it was obvious that quite a bit of pre cum had collected inside it. Her fingertips wrapped around the overly sensitive head squeezing it softly, forcing the vibrations deep into the tip of his cock. His entire body jerked upward, a loud gasp coming from him. He was struggling, jerking back, trying to get loose from the restraints. 




The New Slave Ch. 13



“Come on. Pump it. Give me all of it. We’re going to keep this up till you’re empty. I know there’s plenty in there. Just relax and let your balls pump. Push down with your pelvis,” she continued to coach him. His body was jerking and thrusting, her finger still working the prostate gland. Knowing that he was coming, she pressed hard on it and kept the pressure on it, almost as if forcing it. She kept her grip on his cock head soft, trying to keep from completely numbing it. Looking down, she could see the rubber slowly filling with a thick white fluid. He was cumming hard. Seeing this, she continued her manipulation on the tender gland, forcing it to give up all of his juices. 

“Come on baby, give me more. It’s obvious that no one has ever worked your prostate,” she said, her head down farther between his legs, watching the rubber slowly fill. Each convulsion of his balls was sending a little spurt of his sperm into the rubber. There was nowhere near the amount as the previous orgasms, but there was a sizable amount. It was obvious that she was emptying him. She kept up the pressure and manipulation on his prostate, forcing him to pump out all of his balls contents. There wasn’t much left, but she was going to take it all. 

“You’re unbelievable. I can’t believe how much sperm is in this. No pre cum, just pure sperm. I think this means you’re just about done for the day.” She was more than pleased with her work on him. She had worked on slaves before, her record being 7 orgasms in one training session, but the amount was nowhere near what she had already collected from the new slave. The rubber was still slowly showing signs of an occasional throbbing spurt. As long as she worked his prostate, the more his cock would pump. 

The vibrator on his cock head helped, even though his orgasm was over. He was now going through a reflex reaction, his cock going limp, but his balls continuing to force out more of the thick sperm. It was almost as if a switch had been thrown. Until she turned the switch off, he would continue to pump sperm. It was obvious that she was emptying him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you. Keep pushing on your pelvis, it will make it easier for you.” She was still watching the rubber, smaller and smaller amounts were coming from him. Even soft, his cock was still pushing out small globs of his milk. She quickly pulled the vibrator away from him, switching it off. Even with his orgasm well over, his cock was twitching like crazy. It was as if the muscles and nerves were overloaded. He had absolutely no control over his own body. She could only smile.

“I love the male body. It’s so easy to control.” She just sat and watched the hard twitches and convulsing of his cock. He was still panting, his body trying to recover from what may have been one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Heather had learned a long time ago, that the cock and prostate, if worked together, could extract unbelievably powerful orgasms. No one ever took the time to do this to a male. 

“Wow. It’s another sizable load. I’m amazed. Was that all of it, or are you hoarding that shit inside there?” she said, her left hand slapping the bottom of his ball sack. He didn’t even jump as she popped his balls. His entire body was hanging limp. If he had not been restrained, he would have slid off the table and onto the floor. 

“Are you ok, up there?” she asked. She could hear him moan. Her finger was still deeply planted inside of his butt, now gently massaging the overly tender prostate. She would continue with her finger in him, till she could no longer see anything filling the rubber. It was hard to tell if anything was coming out of him or not. The rubber was hanging down below his soft cock, nothing near the amount of the previous orgasms. But just in case, she would continue to manipulate the deep-seated gland. After several minutes, she stopped the invasive method, and slowly pulled her finger out of him. Discarding the glove, she turned her attention back to the thick cock hanging down between his thighs. 

“Damn, you are an over producer,” she said, softly gripping the top of the rubber and pulling it from him. She once again tied the top of it into a knot, sealing it. She held it in the palm of her hand, closely studying the gooey contents. Again, the majority of the thick fluid was a white cream indicating the presence of sperm instead of pre cum. She couldn’t believe the amount that she had taken out of him. 

“You and I are going to get together soon. I now know that I want an appointment with you. That is, I want an appointment with you, after I remove all of this stuff out of you. Then you’ll be fun. No muss, no fuss,” she said laughing. She took another specimen container and dropped the rubber into it with an audible plop. 

“I think we’re going to have to buy another refrigerator unit, just for you produce,” she said as she placed the specimen cup into the icebox.



The New Slave Ch. 14



Chapter 14 Heather Finishes the Slave

Heather knew that Ross was finished. But there was only one more thing to do to him. She would force him to cum one more time, but this time, there should be nothing coming out of him. It would be a 'dry cum' as they called it, somewhat pleasurable, but most devastating to his balls. It is a rarity that any male goes to the point of a dry cum. By that time, they're normally too tired to play and their arousal level is about as low as their sperm count. 

Having stored all of his captured specimens in the refrigerator, Heather moved back over to the slave and pulled up her chair. She sat down, herself recuperating from a very powerful orgasm. She scooted up closer to the slave and began a close examination of what she had done to him. She had seen those results, in the specimen cups, but now she needed to check the slave. She would examine him for any signs of injury or damage. She was good at her job, but she would still check him anyway, medically.  

"Just rest baby. You've been through a lot. I promise I'm not going to hurt you. Judging by your reactions to what we've been doing, I think you know that." She got comfortable in the rolling chair and moved in closer to his rear end. 

"Just relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you," she said as she gently pulled his butt cheeks apart. Peering closely at him, she made a visual examination of his butt, noting that there were no signs of any injury, tears or bruising. He was in good shape. She wasn't so concerned about his rear. She was more concerned about the parts that she could not see, deep inside his balls sack and inside his cock. She knew that the huge forceful gushes of thick milk would irritate his urethra, well down inside his cock. Having forcefully expelled so much in a short time, his urethra would be inflamed and swollen. She could tell this because of the way his ejaculate was shooting out. Even though it was into a rubber, it was still obvious that it was irregular in the way it pumped out. His urethra would recover quickly, a little bit of antibiotics and a numbing agent would help him. 

It was his balls that concerned her. Males aren't use to completely pumping out. In each orgasm, the balls contract and expand hard, forcing the sperm up the epididymus and vas deferens, through the urethra and outward, with great force. It was another one of Nature's way of ensuring successful reproduction. But as a male tires, he loses his arousal level and desire to continue. In the slave's case, there is no choice but to continue, till the trainer is through with him. 

"Relax baby, you might feel a little tender down here," she said as her fingertips moved down to his enlarged sack. He immediately jerked as her fingers touched the swollen balls. 

"Well, now we know, you're one of the types that swell up," she mumbled out loud. Heather knew that there were two types of males, those that had balls that would swell up and the other ones, whose balls would shrink down. She had found that overuse, or over stimulation would produce one or the other, bigger balls or smaller balls. Obviously Ross was one that would swell. His orgasms had been so forceful that she estimated that he would swell up largely. He did. He was also very tender to the touch. Even though his balls were probably empty, they looked massive and full. Their swollen appearance made them look like they were ready to explode.

"Wow, you are swollen," she noted, out loud. Her fingertips moved gently around the huge sack, feeling the outsides of each ball. His cock was completely soft, no evidence of any oozing or moisture at the tip. He was virtually dried out. 

"Ok, this is going to hurt a little. Just hold still." She used one hand to hold onto the sack while her other hand's fingertips probed into the mushy sack. He immediately jerked as her fingers touched on his raw nerves. "Boy, you really are swollen. I'm not trying to hurt you, just hold still and relax." 

She continued probing the mushy mass inside his thin-skinned sack. With his arousal level almost nothing, his balls were hanging down really low. There was no sign of any arousal. She could feel that the vas deferens and epididymus were greatly enlarged, probably from her hard manipulation of them. If not the manipulation, they were swollen from the huge gushes that his balls had forced out through them. Either way, he was extremely sensitive and tender.

About that time, Heather heard a soft knock at the secured door. Since she was wearing nothing, she quickly put on a lab coat and hurried toward the door. The only person that would even consider disturbing a trainer when she was working would be the doctor herself. Heather pulled the lab coat across her bare chest and quickly unlocked the door.

"Hi Heather, I thought I would stop by and see how the new slave was progressing," the doctor said as she stepped through the door. 

"Hi doc, we're doing great in here, come on in and see what we've got. I think that you're going to be surprised," Heather said, opening the door wide. 

"Now that's an arousing sight," the doctor said, her eyes trained on the slave's exposed rear end and spread thighs. I bet you've been having fun with this one, haven't you?" The doctor hurried across the room, getting a closer look at the huge sack and cock hanging down softly between the spread thighs. "He sure is swollen, were you too forceful on him?" The doctor was worried that Ross might be injured or damaged. She leaned down closer, visually examining the exhausted slave. 

"No, no force at all. As a matter of fact, he's been very responsive to my softer methods. You won't believe how much I've gotten out of him," Heather said, going over to the refrigerator. She pulled out the rubber filled specimen containers and showed the doctor. Each container held an overfilled rubber. The doctor looked into the containers, noting how each one had large amounts of sperm, but very little pre cum. Even after the day before, the doctor was still amazed. 

"I had a feeling when I first saw him, that he was an over producer. He's capable of putting out more than anything we've seen before. His amounts are unbelievable."

Both of the women stood, staring at the huge amounts of sperm inside the containers.

"So, where are you at right now. Anything to report?" The doctor wanted to know what had been done so far with the new slave. It was obvious to the doctor that Heather had been having her own fun, which was not a problem. The doctor would have worried if her female staff didn't exhibit any sexual behavior. Heather was no exception to this. Standing there, Heather's lab coat was wide open, a sticky fluid smeared all over the tops of her inner thighs. The doctor noticed it, glancing down and smiling. "Is he good?" The doctor wanted to know.

"Yes, very very good. He did seem to boost my arousal, somewhat." Heather quickly pulled her lab coat together, trying to cover herself. 

"No, no, I don't mind any of that at all. Relax. I would hope that you enjoyed yourself. I have. This new slave does seem to bring out something in me. I'm not surprised that he does the same with you." The doctor was smiling. "Mind if I join in?" the doctor asked sincerely. 

"No, not at all. I could use some help. I think that he's about cum'd out. It's taking longer each time to extract from him. He's not holding back, but he's getting tired out, I believe." Heather had resumed her position on the rolling chair and moved back up behind the slave. She was holding the tender ball sack in her hand, showing the doctor how swollen he had become. 

"I think that I might be able to lend some assistance here," the doctor said, moving around to in front of the slave's face. 

"Hi Ross," the doctor said dreamily to the slave. "Have you been having any fun? Is my staff taking good care of you?" The doctor looked sincerely into Ross' eyes. She bent down to him, her face only inches from his face. She reached up one hand and gently stroked the side of his face. "Poor baby, you look so tired. The first day with a trainer is always hard. Bear with me, in time you'll be pumping out a lot more than you did today. You'll see. Or maybe I should say, 'you'll feel'." She gazed into his eyes, trying to determine if he was ok or not. She knew that his multiple orgasms were pleasurable, but she also knew that this much sexual activity on him could be too much. 

"I think that we can dispense with this," the doctor said, reaching up behind his head and undoing the ball gag. She released the buckles, gently pulling the ball from his mouth. He immediately opened and closed his mouth, his jaws aching from the gag. The doctor leaned down gently placing her lips on his lips. She kissed him softly, her lips barely pressed to his, for several moments. She was pleased to see that he immediately kissed her back. He smiled up at her, and then closed his eyes, as if he thought he was about to be sacrificed. It was to be a sexual sacrifice and he knew it.

"Ross, would you like for me to help you?" she asked, staring into his eyes. Without opening his eyes, he nodded his head yes. 

"Heather, I do think I'll stay and help. Do you mind?" The doctor was already taking off her lab coat. 

"No, not at all. He's your slave. I'm just here to train him," Heather replied, laughing. "Besides, we've been having a lot of fun together." 

"I can tell," the doctor replied back, nodding toward Heather's lab coat covered legs. The wetness between her thighs was thick enough that it could be heard when she walked or crossed her legs. She was a sticky mess. "I think for the sake of the slave, that you should get rid of the lab coat, don't you agree?" The doctor knew her staff well. She knew that Heather was very sexual and wanted to play more with her new toy. 

Blushing, Heather stood up and took off the lab coat, exposing her near perfect body to the doctor. Heather was quite a bit younger than Dr Sherry, but the doctor was more than confident in her own assets. "What method would you recommend, Doctor?" Heather asked, watching the doctor as she remained in front of the slave's face. 

"Arousal. Pure and simple arousal. Visual is one of the best arousal techniques there is for a male." The doctor stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse. She was already wearing a skirt that barely covered her form. The doctor undid the buttons of her blouse, then her long sleeves. Pulling the blouse from her bare shoulders, both Ross and Heather could see that she was not wearing a bra. Heather had seen the doctor nude before, and was always amazed at the erotic beauty of her body. Even at an older age than Heather, the doctor's body was probably better than most of the younger women at the facility. She definitely did not look her age. 

The doctor tossed her blouse over to a cabinet. She then reached back behind her and unzipped the tight fitting skirt. Kicking her heels off, the doctor slid the skirt over her hips and let it drop to the floor. She stood before Ross, totally nude, her legs slightly spread, her eyes glued to his eyes. He was smiling as he took in her sexuality. She had as much effect on him, as he did on her. 

She leaned down close to his face, whispering to him, "We're gonna have fun, aren't we?" 

"Shit, what did you just do?" Heather asked, sitting up straight from her bent over, examining position. She was still holding his sack, gently massaging the swollen battered balls. "His cock just twitched and started thickening. His balls probably dropped a whole inch. He is definitely coming around." 

"Nothing, just helping him with his arousal level," the doctor answered nonchalantly. "You just have to know what works and what doesn't work," she said demurely. 

"We're both gonna have fun, right?" The doctor peered closely into Ross' eyes. 

He smiled, whispering back to her, "Yes."

"I think we should start out softly, then move quickly to rougher and rougher, depending on what it takes. I think those balls can probably go again," the doctor told Heather. "He can rest tonight and tomorrow, but today, he still has to show us what's inside those cum bags. I do want all of it." 

"Ok," Heather mumbled, thinking that there was no way that Ross would cum again. 

"What have you done so far?" The doctor asked.

"Well, I jacked him off first, pretty fast. I then did orally on the head with manual on the shaft. Then I switched to a manual release, manipulating his vas and epi. I just finished him with a prostate massage. Each one resulted in huge amounts, till this last one, which got a little from him. I'm not sure that there's much left in him." 

"Very good. Sounds to me like there are endless possibilities left. You haven't used electrical or anything rough on him, have you?" 

"No, but like you said, there are tons of methods left." Heather knew of a lot of ways to get more out of him, but she was trying to start out slow. Even the use of a vibrator had been somewhat rough, but it was only on the head of his cock. She could have really worked him over, using the vibrator on his head, his shaft, his balls, and even his prostate. 

"Great. We still have a lot of ways to extract from him. Today, we're just getting started. Let's up the level a bit. Do manual as long as you can, then go to the vibrators if you have to. I want to save electrical and some of the other methods till we just have to." The doctor was still staring into Ross' face, smiling at him. He could still see everything there was to see of her. 

"Ok, I might as well start, he's pretty thick right now, and his cock is dropping," meaning that his thick cock was starting to lengthen, dropping down farther and farther. "I'll go as soft as I can on him, I don't want to desensitize him." 

"You can go rougher if you want to. Believe me, his balls can take it. Just don't rough up his cock too much. It's pretty battered already." The doctor was gently holding Ross' face with both of her hands.

Heather moved in closer to the slave. She quickly put on a pair of latex surgical gloves and smeared a large dollop of KY-jelly onto the palms of her hands. Smearing it around, she reached up to the bloated ball sack and began to squeeze and massage the round orbs trapped inside. The new slave immediately jerked as her hands began to manipulate him. With the strong body jerk, the doctor pressed her hands to his face and slowly brought her face down to his, gently kissing him on the lips. As she pressed her mouth to his, Heather began to manipulate the already overly sensitive balls. In short time she would have them quivering, forcing them into what they called a 'hard orgasm'. It would be an orgasm, which she would force. The only question between the doctor and Heather was whether there would be any male milk extracted. 

"Unnnggghhh," Ross moaned hard, his body jerking hard as Heather pressed her fingers far into the fleshy balls. They were swollen and tender and her fingers were forcing the nerve endings to flare and fire. Doctor Sherry grabbed tighter onto Ross' head, pressing her lips harder to his mouth. He was returning her kiss except for an occasional jerk or gasp as Heather continued her torturous manipulations. 

"Relax baby, Heather is going to make you cum really hard. I'm trying to help you. Just keep looking at me. If you relax it will help you get there quicker. Then we'll let you rest." The doctor was looking into Ross' eyes, seriously and sincerely. His body jerked hard again, his butt rising up off the table. Heather had just probed deeper into his left ball with her fingernails. She was slowly forcing them into spasms, which would force them to release a hard gush of his milk. With a little more manipulation, his balls would literally, 'let go'. 

"I think he's just about there," Heather told the doctor, warning her that she was going to get rougher. Heather quickly retrieved a rubber and rolled it onto his thickened cock. Surprisingly, there was a substantial drip of pre cum, collecting around the fleshy head. The foreskin was still covering the head, telling Heather that he wasn't near orgasm yet. She pressed harder into the tender balls, making the slave yelp out loud. His entire body jerked up off of the table. 

"Pump your hips baby, push down with your pelvis," the doctor instructed Ross in between her wet kisses. Her mouth was all over his face. Their deep kisses had both of them wet around the mouth. Ross was beginning to pant, trying to breath through his nose while the doctor's mouth worked on his mouth. The doctor was more than enjoying herself, a wetness beginning to seep out from between her legs. She wanted to help the slave successfully cum again. "Push hard, feel her hands on you, working you, forcing you. You're almost there, show me some milk," the doctor instructed Ross breathlessly. 

Wearing a rubber, his pre cum had lubricated the inside making the surface more slippery and enjoyable. Heather knew that it was time to attack his cock. He was fully hard now; the head pushed out and soft, the foreskin rolled back tightly. Heather's hands could feel the thickness of his cock, most of that being the swelling that she had inflicted on him. Peering at his cock, she wondered if any woman could accommodate something as swollen as he was. He was painfully swollen, even in her sadistic opinion. When she stopped her manual stimulation of his balls, she could actually feel them twitch and quiver, indicating that they were about to 'puke' out their contents, if any. She quickly pushed harder into the fleshy meat and squeezed. His body responded immediately, jerking hard, his legs shaking, his breath coming in hard pants. He was almost there.

"Rougher," was all that the doctor said, in between a long hard-pressed kiss. 

Heather applied all the force that she could into both hands, squeezing into the bloated balls as hard as she could. His entire body jerked one time hard, his head jerking completely out of the doctor's grasp. 

"Ahhhhhhh, Unnnggghhh," came a long wail from the slave's mouth, both of his balls making one really hard contraction as they tried to expel the contents that Heather was so desperately after. 

"He's there," Heather said out loud, as her attention turned to the spasming cock hanging down, so far untouched in this session. She kept one hand applying hard pressure to the more responsive left ball, as her right hand quickly moved up to grasp his cock. She squeezed the shaft hard and began a slight milking action, pulling her fingers down the length of the quivering organ, helping to milk it. 

"Unggghhh, unggghhh, unggghhh, unggghhh, unggghhh, unnnggghhh," came out of Ross' mouth as his head jerked upward, his hips thrusting wildly. More than anything, he was trying to help the crippled balls push, just to finish himself off. It was more desperation than it was pleasure. If he cum, she would stop the painful manipulation of his balls. 

"He's trying. I can actually see his balls contracting," Heather told the doctor. Heather was now leaning down close to the slave's genitals. She was intently watching as her hands worked him. Mostly, her attention was on the slave's rubber covered cock head, watching to see the spurts, if there were to be any. She continued watching closely, her hands holding the swollen sexual organs tightly, almost motionless. She could see the head finally flare hard and wide, trying to pump out the contents that would have been coming up from the balls, into the cock's urethra, and out into the rubber. So far she could see that he was cumming hard, even though it was forced and not pleasurable. She was not seeing any of the telltale spurts into the rubber. 

"Push baby," the doctor told the slave, her hands holding onto his head tightly. She pressed her lips to his mouth and began kissing him deeply. She knew that her mouth on him affected him. He also affected her. She could feel the twinges, deep down below her lower abdomen. Her pussy was literally contracting, wanting something to be inside it. 




The New Slave Ch. 14



Heather kept up her squeezes for several minutes, relaxing only after the slave's hips began to relax, indicating to her that he was finished. She quickly rubbed the quickly softening cock several times, coaxing any last drops out of the shaft. She ran her fingers tightly down the underside of the shaft, the urethra, literally working him like a squeegee in order to drain any of his milk out. 

"I think he's empty," Heather reported to the doctor. Her one hand was now gently rubbing the soft cock, her other hand gently rubbing the swollen balls, trying to relax them from their ongoing spasms. He was still panting, his body occasionally jerking from her fingers still inside his sack. 

"Anything?" the doctor asked, looking up at Heather. The doctor wanted to know if Heather could see any evidence of sperm, inside the rubber.

"I don't think so. I already figured that he was spent, before this one. I'm not seeing anything." Heather had let go of the bloated cock, now fully softened. Carefully removing the rubber from him, she peered down into it, looking for any signs of the thick white cream. She couldn't see anything but a very small amount of clear fluid. "I'm not seeing anything. He's dry." Heather announced. 

"Ummm, good boy. That was what I was waiting for," the doctor told Ross, planting one last lingering kiss on his lips. He wasn't smiling now, a look of exhaustion on his face. The doctor asked for the rubber.

"It's empty, except for some pre cum, but not much of that." Heather tossed the rubber toward the doctor, it landing on Ross' back. The doctor picked it up, peering down into it. 

"Even though he didn't spew anything, there's still a record amount in those other rubbers. He is a prolific producer. Just imagine what he'll be like in another couple of weeks." The doctor stood nude in front of the exhausted slave, watching him.

"I've never seen any amounts like this guy pumped out," Heather noted as she began wiping off the fattened cock.

"Ummm, he is still quite valuable, in a lot of other ways. I bet if we gave him 10 or 15 minutes, we could get him hard again. Then is when he'd be a lot of fun. You cold fuck for hours before his cock ever even got close to cumming. He might not even cum then. It would be like having a human male dildo." The doctor laughed at her own joke. 

"Would you like that, Ross?" the doctor asked, looking down at Ross. She stepped up closer to his face. His eyes were closed, but it was obvious that he was only resting. 

"Look what you've done to me," the doctor said, tilting her pelvis outward and slightly spreading her thighs. There were obvious smears where her pussy juice had come out of her. She was sopping wet. "You did this. You made this mess, now you're going to have to clean it up." The doctor moved in closer to the slave. Grasping his head in her hands, she tilted his face upward. She then moved in close to him, her pussy gaping open at his mouth. His mouth immediately opened, his tongue darting out against her tender lips. She immediately gasped as his tongue began to lap at the swollen lips. 

"Ummm, he definitely is an entertainment slave," the doctor laughed. She kept a tight grip on Ross' head as he continued licking at her, cleaning her. It was only moments before her clit became engorged and peeked out from under the fleshy hood. Her breathing was starting to become erratic, her body pressed into his face harder. After several moments, she suddenly stepped back away from the slave. 

"Not now baby, we're going to save that for a later time. I have things to do and I just wanted you to clean me up." She stepped back away from the slave, smiling. 

"Get security up here. They can move him. I think he's done for the day," the doctor instructed Heather. Heather was busy, trying to wipe up all of the sticky smears that covered the slave's upper and inner thighs. Even having captured his male milk, there was still quite a bit of the gooey evidence covering him. Ross barely noticed the tender cleaning that Heather was giving him. He was exhausted.



The New Slave Ch. 15



Chapter 15: A Female Slave's Punishment

Security was summoned to the private training room. Ross was still fully restrained when they arrived, but both Heather and the doctor had gotten dressed. The doctor had quickly freshened up, having appointments to keep. Heather was still somewhat mussed, an obvious glaze like coating, on her hands and forearms. Her bare thighs were splattered with the same glaze type of spots. It was obvious to security what the glaze was; they were more than use to seeing the juices on a regular basis. Rubbers were used on a continuous basis, but things did get out of hand, so to speak, very frequently. But what astonished the two security officers were the huge meaty things, hanging down between the slave's thighs. He was immense. 

"Damn Heather. What did you guys do to this one? He's huge." The first security officer had gone over to the slave for a closer look. Using her fingertip, she ran her nail down the length of the swollen cock. Seeing the doctor present, both of the security personnel assumed that there had been some type of medical procedure, possibly even a surgical procedure done to the slave's genitals. They weren't use to seeing such a thick cock. 

"Just the normal training regimen," she laughed. She was still in the process of wiping the excess splatters off of her thighs and arms. "He's only a little bit swollen. He was pretty big to begin with. I got a little bit rough with his cock, but you won't believe how much I got out of him," she said, a big smile spreading across her face. Heather went over to the refrigerator and pulled out the specimen containers. Both of the security officers came over and marveled at the unbelievable amount of thick creamy goo, floating inside the overly filled rubbers. 

"All of this came out of just one slave?" the security officer asked, a shocked look on her face. 

"Yes, he is an over producer," the doctor quickly commented. "All of this was taken from him in the past couple of hours, not to mention a sizable sample earlier this morning, and about the same amount, yesterday afternoon. Heather even started out her training session by dumping his first load on the floor. You can still see most of it on that towel over there." One of the girls went over to the towel and picked up the sopping mess, shocked at how much was still dripping from it. 

"This is unbelievable. Is this his normal amount, or is he modified or something?" the young girl asked. 

"No, he's not modified in any way. At least he's not modified yet. I'm sure he'll be even more unbelievable after a regimen of vitamins and nutrients that will boost his sperm supply. Give me about 2 or 3 weeks and we'll have his balls going in overdrive. We'll have to capture his loads in gallon jugs," the doctor laughed. 

Both of the security personnel were bent over the slave, examining his more than exposed genitals. His ball sack was so soft and heavy, hanging down, that they were able to see each ball. Each one was swollen, pushing outward from the baby soft skin. 

"Go ahead, you can feel them. They're a little sensitive right now, but he won't mind," Heather told the two astounded security personnel. Even the doctor had turned around and was watching them. 

One of the two girls timidly reached out and softly fondled the immense testicle. "Oh my gosh, it's so thick. Is it damaged?" The security officer was sincerely concerned. 

"No, not at all. He just needs some rest and they'll be pumping out huge amounts in short time. He was just unloaded." Heather was trying to explain to them. By now, both of the girls were feeling the oversized balls. The slave was only moaning, barely moving. The doctor wasn't even sure if he was awake or not. Every once in awhile, his hips would jerk, indicating that the security officers were feeling a little too deeply, their fingers probing into the sensitive mass.

At that same time the doctor was paged. Going to her lab coat, she checked the pager and went to a nearby phone. After talking for a few moments she said into the phone, "Just bring her to my location. I think I know how to break her of that!" The doctor seemed a little bit upset as she hung up the telephone.

"It seems that we have a little problem with one of our female slaves," the doctor told no one in particular. The doctor then called Rachel, her security chief. Over the phone, the doctor told Rachel to bring the offending slave to Heather's training room. She then dismissed the two security officers that were present, telling them that Rachel was coming and that she would handle the situation. 

About 5 minutes later, Rachel arrived at Heather's training room, accompanied by Allison and a handcuffed female slave. The female slave was one of the newer slaves, having been at the facility for only a few months. During that time, the new female slave had been a continuous problem. The doctor had bought the female at an auction, against Rachel's wishes. Rachel had interviewed the female slave and had come to the conclusion that she would be a problem. According to Rachel, the female slave was way too interested in the males. 

"Unless her attitude changes, she's going to be a problem. She's a regular cock hound. She loves playing with the guys," was what Rachel had told the doctor. This particular female had been well regarded in her previous household, the main reason that the doctor purchased her. But she was now proving to be a nightmare. 

Rachel entered the training room with the female slave in tow. Allison tagged along behind, still not sure of what her new job was. Locking the door behind her, Rachel explained to the doctor that the new female had been punished on two previous occasions for playing with male slaves. This female slave just couldn't stop her sex play with male slaves. What this meant was that the female slave was having sex, in one form or another, with males at the facility. According to Rachel, the female slave had been caught in a mutually satisfying position with a male, on two separate occasions. Each time the female and the male slave had been punished. It appeared that this female had not learned her lesson. Allison stood and listened, fascinated as Rachel told of the sexual episodes, in detail. 

"Well, it sounds as if we need to up the punishment level for her. She's not learning," the doctor responded casually. This was something that was not uncommon at the facility. The doctor had found out years ago, that if the problem were allowed to continue, male production would be compromised. She would have to punish the female slave. 

"I think I know exactly what will catch this slave's attention," the doctor told Rachel. "What is your name?" the doctor asked the female slave. 

"Brandy," the female slave responded in a hostile tone. Even facing more severe punishment, she was still defiant. The female slave was probably in her late 20's. She was very well built, being very short and petite. She was probably only around 5 feet tall, maybe 100 pounds. Her tiny but well endowed figure was more than exposed in a skimpy outfit. She wore a loincloth, similar to what the males wore, but hers was shorter than the males. She wore it in such a way that she was almost fully exposed, especially in her pubic area. It hung down in front, covering her, but underneath it, there was no connecting material from the front to the back. In essence, it was like a 'crotch less' loincloth. It gave immediate access to her tender genitals. Her top was even less, coming up to just below her nipples. The entire outfit barely covered her. The doctor actually wanted arousal in males, and the clothing of the females helped in this. But the doctor wasn't too excited about this slave's attire. It was blatant and crude at the same time. It was known throughout the facility that any female could make an appointment with a male slave. All they had to do was set up an appointment. This particular female felt that she didn't need to follow any rules. She had been warned twice before and punished. 

"Well Brandy. I understand that you've been warned about this. What do you have to say?" The doctor stood staring at the female slave. 

"You don't own me. It's my body. I can do what I want. You can't tell me what to do." The slave stood, legs spread apart, looking as if she were ready to fight. It was obvious that she was mad. "If I want to fuck, that's my business, not yours."

"On the contrary Brandy, I do own you and you will comply with our rules," the doctor told the young slave. "Unfortunately, you have been told twice and you haven't learned yet. Is it sex that you want? Is that all there is to it?" The doctor was glaring at the young female. 

"I like men. There's nothing wrong with that. They like me. You can't make me stop." The slave was leaning forward, jerking away from Rachel's tight hold on her handcuffs. She was almost in the doctor's face, screaming at her. "You might learn something from me, you old bitch," the slave yelled one last time. Even Rachel laughed, knowing that the doctor's age wasn't a lot older than the female slave. 

"Secure her, in an open position on her back," the doctor instructed Rachel, nodding to a gynecological table against the wall. Rachel moved quickly, forcing the hostile female over to the table. Allison continued to tag along, not sure of what to do. Rachel would occasionally give her instructions. Rachel removed the cuffs from the hostile female and quickly secured her on her back, on the gyno table. The female slave's hands were restrained tightly over her head. Having the hands secured, Rachel moved to the foot of the gyno table and placed leather restraints around her ankles. Each ankle was pulled outward and secured with a steel cable, to the outer corners of the table. There was enough slack in the cable, to allow the slave to raise her knees up slightly. She wanted to fight with Rachel, but knew better, occasionally jerking or pulling away from her as she was tied down. 

"I know just what she needs. She wants it, but she might not like it after awhile. Go ahead and strip her down." The doctor moved over closer to the restrained slave. Meanwhile, Rachel took a pair of scissors and snipped the loincloth at the slave's hips, letting it drop to the table. She did the same thing with the skimpy covering that was across her endowed breasts. Both Rachel and the doctor were surprised when they examined the female slave. The area of her upper thighs and her pussy lips were puffy and swollen, an angry red color to her skin. It was obvious that she had been having some very rough sex with males, her pussy raw and irritated. There were even hickeys around her breasts, her nipples distended and raw. She had been enjoying very rough sex.

"Looks like you've been having a lot more fun than we thought," the doctor said to Brandy.

"Fuck you, bitch," was the only response from the restrained slave. 

"Should I gag her?" Rachel wanted to know. Rachel was already over to a cabinet, getting out a ball gag for Brandy.

"No, she is going to need her mouth open," the doctor quickly responded. "I'm going to give you what you want. More than what you want probably. This might seem a little bit odd, but I've seen it work in the past." The doctor was looking at Brandy and Rachel, as if trying to explain. Rachel didn't need any explanations; she already knew what the doctor was doing to do. 

Glancing over at Ross, the doctor smiled. The doctor nodded at Rachel. "He is an entertainment slave. Do you think that he could entertain Brandy?" The doctor had an odd smile on her face. 

"With her small size, I don't think that she can accommodate him. She might want to, but she's going to have a hard time with him," Rachel replied. "I'm not sure there's anything left in him. Heather already said that he'd been drained."

"Oh, I think that he can perform. And it doesn't matter if there's anything in him. Since he was an entertainment slave, it's his cock that I want to use. It doesn't matter if anything comes out or not." The doctor had walked over to Ross and was gently massaging the swollen ball sack. There was a quite moan that came from him.

"Go ahead and get him up. I think he can give our little Brandy more than she is asking for," the doctor instructed Rachel. Rachel went over to Ross and quickly undid his restraints. He was wide-awake, a worried look spreading across his face. He had been listening and knew exactly what the doctor wanted of him. His cock hung down thick and long, his balls swollen and sticking outward from between his thighs. Rachel undid his wrist restraints, while Allison put leather shackles on his ankles. Rachel then led him over to the gyno table and held onto him, waiting for the doctor's instructions. 

"Brandy, do you see what I'm going to give you? He's an entertainment slave. He also happens to be very endowed. Would you like to play with him?" The doctor was grinning. Rachel led Ross over closer to Brandy, where she could get a better look at him. Brandy was already watching him; her eyes wide open, staring at the huge cock and balls that were hanging down from him. Brandy just stared at him. It was obvious that she hadn't seen anything as big as Ross. 

"Prep her," was the only instruction from the doctor. Rachel moved in quickly between Brandy's open legs. Rachel took a large dollop of KY-jelly and began to massage it into the area around Brandy's pussy. Taking more of the thick jelly, she slowly rubbed it into the thick and irritated pussy lips, making sure to get a large amount into her tight and tender entrance. Brandy didn't mind, the jelly was soothing to her raw genitals. She also liked the touch of Rachel's soft hands. 

"You might want to consider the male half of this equation," Rachel said to the doctor, nodding in the direction of the exhausted Ross. His cock was about as soft as it could get, hanging down thick and massive. Rachel then glanced at Allison, as if to give her a hint. 

"I can help if you'd like, doctor," Allison quickly volunteered. She was embarrassed because of being so bold, but she didn't want to miss a chance to play with her newfound slave. Even Ross turned and glanced at Allison. 

"It's Allison's first day here. Why don't we let her work on the new slave, sort of like getting her hands dirty, no pun intended," Rachel said to the doctor. Rachel knew that Allison was chomping at the bit to 'work' Ross. She'd barely gotten a feel and a taste of him earlier. This would just enhance her excitement.

"Ok, let's see what she can do. If it doesn't do any good, you can work on him," she said, grinning at Rachel. The doctor knew that Rachel wanted another chance to play with the meaty toys that Ross had between his muscular thighs. "Allison, see if you can get our new slave ready."

"Yes ma'm," Allison quickly replied. She hurried over to Ross, still standing next to the gyno exam table. Allison stood face to face with Ross, slowly reaching out and softly taking his soft cock into her small hand. He was so soft and the skin was so smooth. There was no pre cum at all, being completely dry. Allison stared deep into Ross' eyes, her hand beginning to softly rub the thick foreskin. From where they were standing, only inches apart, Brandy could turn her head and watch the arousal as Allison gently worked the slave. They were only about a foot from her face. Brandy was watching closely, as Allison's hand gently fondled the huge cock. Even soft, he was still hugely swollen.

"Just relax Brandy, we're about to give you what you've been so desperately seeking. I think that you'll probably find that it isn't everything that you want. You're going to enjoy yourself ...... for a little while." The doctor was over at a cabinet, preparing a syringe. 

Rachel had finished lubing the restrained female slave. The KY-jelly had helped soften the irritated genital tissue that Brandy had been abusing so much. It had even helped to the point that there was a small amount of her own juices beginning to leak out of the swollen pussy lips. Rachel's touch had helped perk up Brandy's arousal. It seemed that Brandy liked sex, in any form or fashion, male or female. Her attention had been on Rachel as she rubbed the thick goo into her delicate pussy, but now, her attention was fully on the slowly growing cock of Ross. 

"Remember what I was telling you this morning?" Rachel said to Allison. Allison glanced at Rachel, confused, but continued her soft squeezing of the still soft cock in her hand. "Remember what I told you about arousal? Visual, physical, and taste?" Rachel was trying hard to coach her new trainee, without being too obvious to the doctor. 

"Oh, yes. I remember what you told me!" Allison quickly said, glancing at the doctor. The doctor was still busy with her syringe, filling it from a vial of clear fluid. Allison quickly stepped back away from the nude Ross and began to take off her top. Within seconds, Allison had stripped down to everything but her thong. She wasn't sure about what the doctor would say, but felt pretty safe with her pubic area being covered. And she did notice that Ross was responding. She was still gently fondling the soft cock but now saw that it was quickly growing. Just the site of her young body had boosted his arousal. He was growing. 

"Am I doing this correctly?" Allison asked innocently. Rachel turned around and saw the nude young trainee, her hand softly stroking the huge cock. Almost immediately, Rachel started laughing.

"Yes, that's very good. Keep up the good work," Rachel responded quickly, laughing. The doctor turned around, wondering what was so funny. "Don't forget the taste part." Rachel was trying to continue with her hints.

Brandy's eyes were glued to the slowly growing cock. She was fascinated by it. She wasn't sure what was going to be her punishment, but she was more than enjoying the show that was going on beside her exam table. The doctor was wondering if Brandy might be a sex-aholic. 

Allison quickly knelt down and scooted closer into the slave. Opening her mouth wide, she gently moved her face up to his cock and pushed out her tongue. With just the tip of it, she began to gently lick the underside of his cock head. Immediately, the head rolled outward, the foreskin slowly rolling back away. He was quickly growing hard, thanks to Allison. She closed her lips around the head and began to suck gently on it. It was now becoming very obvious as the shaft started swelling and pushing further into her mouth. 

By now, Brandy was almost leaning over, her head turned so that she could get a better look. Allison was suckling Ross like a small baby, gently sucking harder and harder on the thickening cock. He was swelling faster. Allison's mouth was beginning to softly pump him.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think that she'd done this before. At her young age, I would have thought that she'd never even been with a male," the doctor said, standing back and watching with avid interest.

"She hasn't. I've read her profile and had a long talk with her. This is her first," said Rachel, emphasizing the word 'first'. 

"She is a quick learner, or she's just very motivated," the doctor said, laughing out loud. Brandy wasn't laughing; she was almost drooling, watching Allison perform on the now hardening cock. Allison had reached back, her hands holding onto the back of Ross' thighs, to keep him from moving. She had her mouth glued to him, a tight grip around him with her lips. Even Ross' hips were beginning to gently thrust into Allison. 

"Damn, he looks like he's ready to go again. I'm sure he was drained. There should be nothing left in him," Heather commented, watching closely. All of them were becoming aroused, watching as Allison continued working the slave. 

"Ross, you were an entertainment slave. I think you know what I want you to do. Do you understand?" The doctor asked Ross seriously. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed Allison's manipulations on him. He nodded softly. "And, if you find that you can enjoy yourself, then go right ahead," the doctor added, smiling at him. 




The New Slave Ch. 15



"I think they're both ready," Rachel said, her fingers still massaging the KY-jelly into the swollen lips of Brandy. She held up her fingers, which shined with the sticky wet fluid from Brandy that coated her fingertips. Brandy was lying back, watching Ross' cock, her thighs spread further than her restraints held her. She was more than ready.

"Rachel, why don't you help Ross," the doctor said. Rachel moved forward, putting her hands on Ross' shoulders. She tugged slightly, pulling him back away from Allison. His cock pulled free from her mouth with an audible pop. He was rock hard, his cock jutting out in front of him as if it were his first erection of the day. 

"You know what we want you do to," Rachel whispered into Ross' ear. She guided him to the head of the exam table where Brandy was turning her head around, watching intently. Ross climbed up onto the table at the end where Brandy's head was resting. As his body crawled over her, she watched his cock closely as it passed inches over her face. Rachel put her hand on his butt, indicating to him that he was in position. At this point, his cock was directly over Brandy's mouth. 

"Ummm," Brandy responded, not hesitating at all as her mouth opened wide and her head bobbed upward, capturing his cock in her mouth. She immediately sucked him into her warm mouth, sucking hungrily at him. He rested himself on all fours as her mouth worked the already rock hard cock. All of them stood and watched, becoming more aroused as Brandy sucked long and hard on him. It didn't seem to affect Ross, as he remained motionless, letting her gobble him. This went on for several minutes till Ross began to rock forward and back, his cock moving in and out of her mouth. 

"I do believe she is enjoying him," Heather commented, an obvious stream of clear fluid leaking out of Brandy's puffy and swollen pussy. She was obviously highly aroused. 

"Ross, I think it's time that you entertain her. She's ready for you." The doctor motioned for Ross to switch positions and enter her. Ross looked at the doctor for a moment, obviously enjoying the warm wet attention being lavished on his swollen meat. He slowly pulled his cock from her sucking mouth; her head following the retreating cock. He maneuvered over her, till he was reversed, kneeling between her spread thighs. Even Brandy was smiling, her eyes glued to the cock poised over her tender pussy. Ross rolled forward, resting on his hands as his hips moved lower between her legs. His cock head touched her pussy lips, and then gently pushed in between them. He waited for a moment; the head nestled between her swollen outer lips. 

"Mount her," ordered the doctor, her eyes watching the area between both of the slave's crotches. It was as if all of them were watching a horse mating a female. His cock looked so long and thick, just waiting to push into her. Ross glanced up at the doctor, then back at Brandy. He knew what they wanted him to do, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to be involved in this type of punishment. 

"Unnnggghhh," cried out Brandy as Ross slowly pushed into her. It was obvious that Ross was too big for her, his hips tensed as he tried to force himself deeper into her. Only the head had gone in, the shaft still completely exposed. They could see Ross take a deep breath, his arms and leg muscles tight. Suddenly, his butt muscles tightened up and he plunged forward hard. 

"Ahhhggghhhh," Brandy screamed out loud as the huge fleshy shaft pushed slowly into her. She was being stretched out severely. Her eyes were wide, a look of fear spreading over her face. Even her hands, restrained over her head were opening and closing, clutching and grasping as her tender pussy was stretched open wider. Ross continued to push deeper into her, inch-by-inch disappearing into her swollen meaty folds. After what seemed like minutes, he was fully inside of her. As he pushed up against her cervix, he rested on top of her. He was literally buried inside of her. 

"Unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh," were the only guttural sounds coming from Brandy. She didn't look as aroused as she had only moments before. Her eyes were still wide open, her pussy trying to accommodate the huge cock inside her. She could feel Ross' cock head flaring inside of her, but he was nowhere near orgasm. He was barely feeling her tightness, himself almost numb from the previous forced cums. But he was enjoying the tight sensations and pulsing of her pussy muscles around his cock. 

She was struggling, her legs trying to close together at the knees. She was trying to force the huge cock out of her. Her struggling only intensified the sensations now affecting Ross' cock. 

"There Brandy. You've wanted to play with the males, and here's your chance to play all you want. He's going to remain inside you for quite awhile. I have a feeling that you won't be so playful after we're through here," the doctor said to Brandy, leaning down and whispering into her ear. Brandy wasn't hearing anything, her breath now coming in pants. Her pussy was trying to accommodate the cock inside of her, but it was too big for her. She was in pain, an erotic pain but still painful. She was close to passing out.

"Oh, Oh, Oh," was all that she could moan, her eyes closed, her head bobbing back and forth. The pain had taken most of the fight out of her. Her legs were still trying to clamp shut, her thigh muscles taut. 

Ross continued to remain still, his cock flexing and relaxing inside of her. His earlier training in this endeavor had taught him this little trick. He knew that her pussy would soon begin to relax and accept his size. Till then, he was taking his time, trying not to hurt her. 

"Wake up, I don't want you to miss anything," the doctor yelled at Brandy, slapping her lightly across the face. She had almost passed out. Brandy jerked her head around, her eyes popping open. Her legs were still spread wide, but she wasn't moving, trying to lie still while her pussy slowly opened up. Her toes were curled, her leg muscles shaking and trying to accommodate the pain in the center of her body. She didn't have the aroused look on her face that she had a few moments before. Her pants were more from fear, rather than arousal. 

"Enjoy yourself Ross, fuck her. Fuck her hard. She wants you to. We want you to. We want to see if there's anything left in those monster nuts of yours," Heather said to Ross. She reached between his legs and placed her hand under one of the huge balls. She squeezed it, causing him to jump slightly. They had been through a lot and were overly sensitive and swollen. Even if they had been emptied, the nerves were screaming from all of the battering they had taken. 

"I'm surprised that he's even hard," the doctor said. She moved closer to the table, leaning over to look between the two pair of spread legs. She could see that his cock was buried all the way into Brandy. There was a gooey mess where his cock had forced her juices out of her. That was how tight the fit was between the two slaves. 

By now, Brandy was lying motionless. It hurt to even move, with him being so deep inside of her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing returning to normal. Her hands had stopped grasping and clawing, now lying limp above her head. Ross was still not moving, just letting his cock rest inside of her. He was beginning to enjoy the tightness.



The New Slave Ch. 16



Chapter 16, Punishment Attained

The doctor was getting impatient. As much as she liked Ross, it didn't bother her to see him with another female. This was punishment and Ross was the tool to inflict that punishment. The doctor wanted to see him fuck the female slave. Rachel had seen this type of punishment before and she knew what was coming. Allison was totally unfamiliar with the happenings and she felt sincerely sorry for the female slave. She was also jealousy about what the doctor was doing with Ross. Heather was just enjoying the show. She had seen this before, but this time she was seeing something different. She was enjoying the sight of the immense cock inside of a very small and petite female slave. This was something that she was unfamiliar with. 

"Ross, I want you to fuck her. This is her punishment. You are not here to entertain her. I know that you understand that. So, fuck her deep and fuck her hard." The doctor was leaning down to Ross' ear, knowing that Brandy would hear all of this too.

Ross was nowhere near orgasm, but he was beginning to enjoy the tight sensations that throbbed around his overly sensitive shaft. Brandy was more than tight. Being inside of her was like being in a vice. She was also very warm and moist, very comfortable. The inner muscles of her pussy were beginning to relax, slowly accommodating the meaty intrusion into her. Rachel had overly lubricated her with the KY-jelly and there was plenty of it soaking into both of their sex organs. 

"Well, so far she seems undamaged," the doctor said, lifting up the huge ball sack and peering down between their thighs. She was checking for any blood that would leak out with Brandy's copious lubrication. Brandy was horny and as soon as her young pussy began to open up, she would begin to enjoy what Ross was stuffing into her. 

"Don't just lay there Ross, fuck her!" the doctor yelled at Ross. He glanced at her, barely turning his head toward her. Immediately his pelvis popped, thrusting deeper into Brandy. She gasped, her eyes flashing open. Again, her hands started to claw at the air, the deep penetration seeming to awaken her. Slowly, Ross pulled back out of her, his cock inching out of her. He was still rock hard, the veins of his cock obvious to anyone looking. Both Heather and Rachel were watching intently, enjoying the forced sex in front of them. 

"Unnnggghhh," Ross moaned as he rammed back into the petite slave's overstretched pussy. Her legs jerked hard, trying to close, her thighs straining. Her body writhing as she felt the huge cock tearing into her. Buried deep inside of her, Ross rested for a moment, and then began to withdraw from her again. As he pulled outward, her body slumped downward, resting. As his cock head barely began to come out of her swollen pussy lips, he paused, and then pushed back into her again. She jerked hard, her eyes popping open again in shock. Her pussy was slowly beginning to accommodate him. Her pussy was molding to his shape, waiting for the next penile assault. With each thrust, there was a sloshy sound coming from them, their mixed juices pooling onto the exam table. Even the doctor was amazed at how much of the thick clear fluid was coming out of them. 

"I'll bet you right now that he can't cum," the doctor said out loud. The doctor had again moved up close, allowing her to see all of the action between the two slave's legs. "I'll be surprised if he does." 

"I'll take that bet," Heather said, laughing. She too was standing at the foot of the exam table, allowing her to see each sloppy thrust. There was a pool of clear fluids on the exam table; drips still coming from Brandy's overly wet pussy. 

Allison didn't want to watch. In her mind, her pet slave was being used and the female slave was being abused. Rachel was watching Allison closely, fearing that she might have to remove her from the exam room if Allison got too emotionally involved. Allison was so caught up in the moment that she had still not put her clothes back on. She was standing away from the exam table, an obvious wetness smearing her upper thighs. She was aroused, but she was also visibly upset. 

"Keep going Ross. I think she's getting use to that meaty thing." The doctor was enthralled with the sexual action. "I think that Ross might need some motivation," the doctor said, looking at Heather. 

"Maybe he does," Heather said, moving in closer to the table. She reached out and put both of her hands under the huge fleshy orbs of Ross. He had just pulled all the way out of Brandy, his cock poised to thrust back into her. Heather gently wrapped her fingers around each ball, holding them. Being barely aroused, his huge sack hung soft and away from his body. She easily held onto each ball, holding them back from him. As he began to push back into Brandy, Heather tightened her grip and squeezed hard, causing him to jerk. He jerked, thrusting hard into Brandy, his cock tightening up from the increased stimulation to his balls. 

"Ahhhhhhh, that seems to work," Heather smiled, watching as his butt muscles tightened up hard. "He is definitely overly sensitive. He ought to be, with all that has been done to those nuts." She squeezed harder, watching gleefully as he tensed up again. He didn't slow down his thrust, now being fully buried inside of Brandy. 

Brandy was starting to thrash around, shifting her weight and bucking. The pain had begun to go away, replaced by the pleasurable sensations of fullness in her pussy. She was stretched out, but she was only now beginning to enjoy it. Her eyes were now open, closely watching Ross' face. He too was staring into her eyes, watching her reactions as he continued to 'punish' her. He didn't want to hurt her, trying to move slow enough that she might eventually start to enjoy it. He knew that he was too big for her, but he was going to do what they wanted. He was hard, but he still wasn't feeling much of the expected pleasure. Heather's grip on his balls was starting to bring his arousal up. 

"Keep going baby, that's more like it. I want to see you pump her hard," the doctor said, a look of total glee in her eyes. She couldn't take her eyes off of the spot where the two slaves were joined. Ross was buried as far as he could get, inside of Brandy. Brandy was almost unconscious, fading in and out, but beginning to come around. Her eyes would occasionally pop open, wide, then close about half way. Even in her semi conscious state, her hips were beginning to respond to the male slave. She was beginning to thrust back, and then relax, her body slumping down. 

"Ummm, Damn. He is huge. I don't think I've ever seen anything that big, going into something that small and tight. I've seen bigger and thicker, but not in a female as small as her. As much as she loves sex, you'd think that she'd be more stretched open." Heather was still working the huge balls, her eyes glued to movement of the two slaves on the exam table. 

"Well, we'll just see how much she likes sex after she's had her fill of it. No pun intended," the doctor said, laughing. She too was intently watching the thrusting of the male slave and the resistance by the female slave. Brandy had not come around totally. She appeared to be somewhat enjoying herself, but her clutching and grasping hands indicated that she was in some degree of pain. Her involuntary hip jerks and the fact that her legs continued to try and clamp together, told another story. 

Allison moved up to the head of the exam table where she could see her pet slave better. She wasn't as interested in watching his genitals move in and out of another woman. She wanted to see his face. She was still unclothed, totally unaware of her nudity and of the increasing wetness between her own legs. 

Brandy was oblivious of Allison's movement. To the doctor, it appeared that Brandy was passing in and out of consciousness. The initial thrust into her by Ross, had caused her to momentarily pass out. She was now beginning to come around fully, her body movements obviously beginning to match the movements of the thickness filling her. Her eyes now continuously open; she was closely watching Ross, her body moving in rhythm with his. Her legs were no longer clamping shut, but splayed open, allowing him more access into her tightness. As he would thrust into her, her hips would rise to meet him. As he withdrew the gooey cock from her, she would pull back, preparing for her next thrust against him. She was now enjoying her punishment.

"Now you're doing good, Ross," the doctor said, her eyes still closely watching the huge cock move in and out of the small female. 

"I do think he's got the hang of it," Heather giggled. Heather also was intent on watching the sloppy thrusts between the two slaves. The area where the two were joined appeared to be heavily coated in clear thick fluid. A lot of it was the KY-jelly, but there was quite a bit of Brandy's own lubrication covering the two of them. It had become a large mess between them, squishy sounds coming from them as they moved together. 

"Are they hurting each other?" Allison asked, as innocent and sincere as she could be. Rachel moved closer to her, knowing that Allison was worried about Ross.

"No, not at all. See how they're moving together? They're both enjoying themselves, immensely." Rachel honestly was worried about Allison's feelings.

"How could this be punishment?" Allison asked, a quizzical look on her face. "She seems to have gotten use to him. She's not in pain anymore, is she?" Allison was closely watching the face of the restrained female slave. She was in obvious ecstasy. Even her breathing was now coming in a pant. 

"No, not at all. There's no pain involved now," Rachel mumbled. "Her pussy has stretched to accommodate him. She's now enjoying him. Very much I might add." 

"But I thought this was suppose to be some kind of punishment," Allison would not give it up. She didn't understand what was going on. She was aroused, but she was also very confused.

"Believe me, this is going to be a punishment. It's just getting started. Yes, she's enjoying it right now, but wait and you'll see. And in case you aren't aware, you might want to put your clothes back on." Rachel had now stopped watching the show and had turned her attention to her nude subordinate.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess that I was just....." Her words trailed off from her embarrassment. She had been caught up in the action of the two slaves. She now was red-faced as she fumbled around, trying to find her clothes. She quickly found her top and put it on, leaving her legs and feet bare. Her attention had suddenly turned elsewhere.

"Unngghh, Unngghh, Unngghh," came the quick grunts from Brandy. It was obvious that she was quickly approaching orgasm. Her hips were thrusting hard and fast against Ross'. Her hands were now clenched over her head, her eyes closed. Her thighs were no longer tight from trying to close. They were spread as far open as they physically could. She was pushing hard against him, trying to get him as deep into her as possible. Ross could feel her body reacting also. Besides the obvious signs, he could feel her pussy clutching hard at his cock. It was as if she were sucking it into her body. Being an entertainment slave, he had done this thousands of times. Concentrating, he could feel the rhythmic contractions starting in her pussy. They were deep inside of her, almost to her cervix. Gradually they were coming stronger, moving toward the tight entrance. 

"I think she's cumming," Heather said, almost in a whisper. They all could see Brandy's back arch violently. Her hips jerked hard, pushing against Ross as he sank his cock deep into her. He held that position, pushing as deep as he could. Brandy's body stayed locked in that position, her back arched, her pelvis firmly planted against Ross. Her legs were shaking, trying to hold her up in the pleasurable position. She was making no sounds at all, barely even breathing. She had sucked in one deep breath as her orgasm started; now she was holding it. Her eyes were clamped shut. 

"Unnnggghhh," came one long moan, then a gasp as her head popped backward, her neck fully exposed to Ross. He planted his mouth on the smooth skin of her neck, sucking and gently biting her. 

"I told you he couldn't cum," the doctor said to Heather. "I think he has a lot more erection left in that cock. It'll be awhile before he tires." The doctor was mesmerized, watching Ross' mouth on the small slaves neck and throat. 

"But how many times is she going to cum," Heather responded, smiling. "We might be here awhile." 

"As long as it takes. Are you getting bored?" the doctor asked Heather.

"No, on the contrary, I'm really enjoying the show. I think it should continued, right now." 

"I think we're all enjoying the show," Rachel said, laughing. Allison was the only one that wasn't having fun. She was more than aroused, but she wasn't enjoying what she saw being done to Ross, or the female slave. She felt sorry for both of them. To Allison, it was more like two animals being forced to mate. That aspect aroused her, but she did not like it. She was somewhat confused about her own feelings. She knew that the sight of Ross moving in and out of the other slave was erotic. But at the same time, she was upset that Ross was being used as the tool to punish the female, even if the female was enjoying it greatly. 

Ross held himself up, his arms locked, his hips thrust forward, buried deep inside of Brandy. He could feel her vaginal muscles contracting hard around his swollen meat. He held that position till he could feel the contractions lessen, and then end altogether. At that point he relaxed, allowing his cock to ease back a little as he felt Brandy's body slump back onto the exam table. Immediately as his cock pulled back, he could feel her pussy tug on him, as if to hold it inside of her. He allowed her to hold him inside. 

"Don't stop now. We're just getting started," the doctor told him, moving closer to Ross' head. She bent over, looking at Brandy closely. Brandy's eyes were closed, almost as if she were sleeping. She was breathing deeply, a contented look on her face. Her legs splayed openly, relaxed and no longer shaking. 

"I told you to fuck her. Do her again, harder!" the doctor whispered to him. Ross only turned his head, looking at the doctor. He didn't want to hurt her, anymore than he had to.

Ross was still very hard. Even he knew that he would have to go for a long time before he could cum. He turned his attention back to Brandy. Gently, he began to kiss her neck and the soft area just behind and below her ears. She moaned softly. His mouth began to move all around her upper neckline, ears, and jaw. Brandy's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Ross, smiling. Ross could feel her vaginal muscles relaxed, gently sucking at his still hard cock. His hips began to gently move, his cock barely moving inside of her. She was still sensitive; he wanted to give her time to relax the overly sensitive nerve endings. She responded almost immediately, her hips pushing up slightly against him. She was ready. 

"You're not entertaining, you're fucking!" the doctor said to him, a hard tone in her voice. 

Ross began to move rhythmically in and out of Brandy. She immediately began to move against him. Her breathing was now coming harder. It didn't take long for the next orgasm to build up inside her. Her hips were beginning to thrust outward, meeting his strokes. He had not started thrusting hard yet, still gently moving in and out of her. She was becoming more wanton, pushing hard against him, and then jerking back. Within a few moments the orgasm began to wash over her. She again went rigid as her back arched and her legs spread wider, allowing him to penetrate her deeper. At that point, Ross pushed hard into her, jerking back and thrusting hard into her again. He rammed into her several times before she let out a gasp, her head rolling back again. As before, Ross' mouth immediately moved to the slender smooth skin of her neck, working it with his mouth. She held the rigid position for several moments till the orgasm began to subside. Again she slumped back onto the table, indicating that she was spent. And again, Ross held his position, his cock buried deeply inside the quivering pussy. 

"Damn, that was fast," Rachel commented. All of the voyeurs were aroused, having just watched two powerful orgasms from a small female slave. It was obvious that the slave was satisfied, her head lolling around dreamily. 

"I'm not sure if this is punishment or not," Heather said, looking at the doctor.

"Oh, this is punishment. Maybe not this time, but we're getting there. You'll see. Just wait till she's raw from all that meat stuffed in her." The doctor was checking Brandy and Ross. It was obvious to them that Ross was nowhere near cumming, but could continue over and over. Meanwhile, Heather had moved to the side of the table, now examining Ross' bloated ball sack. He was still showing very little sign of arousal. Even though he was rock hard, his sack was still bloated and pliable, hanging away from his body. All of them had been around males enough to know that as arousal is heightened, the balls draw up nearer to the torso. He had a long way to go.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Give her some more!" the doctor told Ross. This time he jerked his head around, glaring at the doctor. He wasn't sure if Brandy was finished. She only glared back at him. "Fuck her! NOW! If you don't get to humping, I'll punish you!" she said, her voice rising.

Ross slowly pushed deeper into Brandy. Her entire body jerked from her heightened sensitivity. Her pussy was already swollen from the thick intrusion. The lips were bright red and tender. Ross pushed deeper into her, thrusting his hips outward. Brandy jerked again, moaning. Her eyes flashed open, her head shaking side to side in a plaintiff NO. Ross began to rock back and forth, shallow thrusts into the tender pussy. She was more than wet from her previous orgasms. Her eyes grew wide as she realized that Ross was going to continue fucking her. She moaned out loud, but not in a pleasurable way. Her legs began to clamp shut, as if to push his cock out of her. Ross continued thrusting.

"That's it. You're such a good slave. Keep going, but make it harder. I want to see her squirming." The doctor was standing close to the exam table, watching Brandy's face. Brandy looked at her once, knowing that the punishment was starting. Ross continued thrusting, beginning to move deeper into her, then almost completely withdrawing from her. He was moving fast enough that the entire group could hear the sloshy sounds coming from between the two slave's legs. 

"Go ahead, see if she will cum again for you. I am interested to see if she has anything left in her," Heather said, her eyes glued on the area where the two slaves were joined. The sight of Ross' balls bouncing off of Brandy's body mesmerized Heather. They were still soft and bloated, only slightly aroused. 

Brandy began to resist, pulling at her wrist restraints, her legs taut, pulling against her ankle restraints. She was no longer moaning, now panting as she increased her fight against the huge cock stuffed into her swollen orifice. It was beginning to hurt her overly sensitive organs. 

"Put some imagination into it. You're an entertainer, work her!" the doctor yelled at Ross. Immediately he rammed into Brandy, burying his cock all the way in. Brandy let out a small yelp, her entire body raising upward, trying to escape the thing embedded in her. Resting on one arm, Ross moved his right hand up to Brandy's breast, drawing small circles around the raw and reddened nipples. They were distended and sensitive to the touch. It was obvious to the doctor that someone had been playing with Brandy's nipples, prior to this event. They were obviously very tender to the touch. Within a few moments, Ross' fingers began to play with them, making them even harder then they were. Now she was feeling discomfort in both her upper and lower areas.




The New Slave Ch. 16



Ross moved his mouth up to her neck, his thrusting continuing. He was pushing hard into her, quickly withdrawing, then pushing back into her. She was struggling against him, but his weight, between her splayed thighs held her open. Her eyes were wide open now, fighting him. With her hands restrained over her and her legs restrained open, she could do very little to stop him. He continued pumping into her, both of his hands working the raw nipples as his mouth moved around her neck, biting and sucking. At one point he tried to put his lips to her mouth, but she tried to bite him. After that, he kept his head to one side of her head, working her neck and earlobes.

"Keep going, pump her hard. She's fighting you. Show her how deep you can go." Heather was now getting into the excitement. She was now more aroused than before. It was apparent that both the doctor and Heather enjoyed the rough sex show.

"I bet that he's tickling her cervix," the doctor said, watching closely as Ross pushed long and deep into the small female. "You can see that she's definitely not aroused anymore," she said, pointing to the deflated, soft pink nipples. They were no longer erect. If that wasn't enough, Brandy was now whimpering, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She was still fighting Ross, but couldn't stop his assault on her overworked pussy. 

"I think they're both about dry," Heather said, running her hand under Ross' sack. Using her fingers, she felt around the raw orifice where Ross' cock was inserted. Ross was still quickly moving in and out of Brandy. There were no squishy sounds coming from either of them. 

"Maybe I can help," Heather said, grinning at the doctor. Heather reached under Ross' sack, and then fished around with her fingers for a moment. "Ahhh, here we go," she said as she suddenly bore down with her arm. Ross was still thrusting quickly, in and out of the resisting Brandy. She had almost stopped fighting him, resigned to what was being done to her. 

Ross was starting to pant, his pelvis jack hammering against Brandy. Everyone in the room had seen Ross cum at least twice in the past 2 days. It was obvious with his panting that he was approaching a labored cum. He was jerking in and out of the small slave, taking longer strokes as he enjoyed her tightness. The doctor later explained that since neither of them was lubricated, the increased friction on Ross' cock would cause him to cum. He was about to unload into the female slave.

"Oh no you don't baby. I think you've sprayed enough milk for one day. I know you want it, but I'd rather you not." Having said that, she stepped up to the quickly humping Ross and reached both hands, down between his spread thighs. As Heather grabbed under Ross' sack, he suddenly jerked upright, arching his back. He let out a gasp as if something had bitten him, his head jerking back to see who was behind him. He had a pained look on his face. He was so close to cumming, his thighs were shaking, his balls drawn up tightly; ready to unload into Brandy's warm pussy. 

"Sorry baby. I want you to save some of that goo for later. You'll have plenty more chances for fun," Heather said, laughing. Ross was panting hard, his hips jerking. 

"I know he's about to cum, but I don't know if there's any milk left in him. It's very possible that he's going to have a dry cum," the doctor said, peering down at where Heather's hands were. Heather had seen that Ross was about to cum. She had immediately reached between his spread thighs and felt around. Once she located his cock with one hand, she stretched out her thumb and forefinger, encircled the base of his cock and squeezed hard. Her other hand pressed into his ball sack, getting a good grip and stretched them back, toward his knees. In essence, she had completely stopped his impending orgasm. With her fingers around his cock, he would stay hard indefinitely, the blood trapped in the meaty thickness. He could continue pumping but would not be able to cum. Her other hand, pulling his sack out, almost guaranteed that he would not cum, the vas deferens and epididymus stretched out, painfully. He was trapped in arousal, but with no way to satisfy it. 

"Not so fast baby. Keep pumping her. I just want to make sure you don't empty anything into her. She's dry, let her stay that way." With that, she jerked back hard on his ball sack, fully flexing them away from his torso. Her other hand jerked, getting a better grip on the base of his cock, and then jerked back also, bending his cock painfully. 

"Unggghhh," he cried out loudly. His cock was painfully trapped in her hand, but he couldn't get soft, even with the pain. She had trapped all of the blood and fluid inside of him. 

"Keep pumping. Don't stop." The doctor moved in closer to his face, watching him closely. She was actually smiling, enjoying the pain of both slaves. Rachel had since moved away from the exam table. She had seen all of this before. She knew what was happening. She also wanted to get closer to Allison, incase she needed to get her out of the room. 

"I think they've both had enough," Allison said loudly. It was obvious by the look on her face that she was worried. Her new pet was being abused. And she wasn't too thrilled in watching the young female slave being hurt in this way. Wearing only her top, she made a quick step toward Heather. It was obvious to Rachel what Allison was going to do. Rachel took one step, positioning herself in front of Allison, stopping her. Allison tried to step around Rachel, but was immediately grabbed by her. Rachel discretely applied a little pressure to Allison's wrist, causing a lot of pain. The others in the room didn't even notice, it having been that discrete. The others were enjoying the cock and ball bound Ross struggling to empty those balls. 

"Hold him tight, he's trying to pull free. I think his nuts are about ready to pop. That's why he's jerking into her so hard. He's trying to cum." Heather stepped in closer and grabbed harder, causing Ross to jerk upright and moan. He was in pain, but still trying to cum. He was panting, but more than that, he was gasping, his hips straining to push and pull into the tight pussy. Heather was holding him back.

"I think she's done," Heather said, motioning toward Brandy. Brandy was no longer resisting, her thighs splayed open wide, and her entire body slumped down flat on the exam table. She appeared unconscious, her eyes closed, her hair sopping wet from sweat. Her body would slide up and down the table as Ross thrust in and pulled back out of her. 

"No, she's not done. We've still got a ways to go," the doctor said, pulling one of Brandy's eyes open to check her. "She is unconscious, though. No sense in wasting any more time with this one," she said, nodding her head toward Ross. 

Ross had stopped thrusting. His cock was rock hard, all of the blood and fluids trapped in the organ, sunk deep inside of Brandy. He was getting nowhere, as long as Heather kept her grip on his cock and sack. She had literally pinched off all of the blood flow to his cock. His balls were already painfully swollen before the punishment, and now they were hurting badly, thanks to Heather. Ross was already wondering how or when he might get a chance to punish her for what she was doing with him. 

"Get him off of her. She's finished for the moment. We'll have to bring her around, before Act II," the doctor told Heather. 

"Come on baby, you're finished here. You did well. Now you can go rest," Heather said as she forcefully pulled back on his cock. 

"No wait. Leave him in her. I can help him to relax, real quickly. The doctor went to a cabinet and pulled out a small syringe, filled with a clear fluid. Returning to Ross, he was still firmly planted inside of Brandy, Heather's hands still holding tightly onto him. The doctor moved the huge sack out of the way, and then placed the needle at the base of his cock. She quickly jabbed the small needle into the base of his cock, on the topside. Ross jerked hard as he felt the needle go into the sensitive area. She pulled the needle out, and then injected him again, on the underside of the base of his cock. He could immediately feel his cock and balls going numb. 

Heather adjusted her grip and began to pull him out of Brandy. Ross had given up. He could not control what was being done to him and with him. He eased back, his cock slowly withdrawing from the tight and dry pussy. Heather kept a tight grip on both his cock shaft and his balls, pulling him backwards. As his cock pulled out of Brandy, there was an audible 'plop'. He eased back onto his knees and crawled down off of the exam table. His face was blood red, and his cock was still immense and hard, even though he couldn't feel it. 

"There baby, now you can relax that thing, properly. I think that it needs some rest. I have a lot of plans for that cock," the doctor said, reaching down and patting the now quickly softening cock. "Don't worry, it'll be fine. I just don't want you finishing what you started in here. I mean privately. We frown on solo pleasures here." She stood almost face to face with him. Her hand reached down between his legs and cupped the oversized sack. She squeezed him gently. "Can't feel it, can you?" She just smiled. 

Heather was still sprawled on the exam table. Her legs were still splayed open, her breathing now soft and quiet. The doctor took a quick look at her, finding that she was ok and had only passed out. Looking between her legs, the doctor was surprised to see that her pussy was gaping open. She could actually see several inches inside of her, her skin raw and puffy from the immense cock that had been inside of her. The lips of her pussy were swollen to the point that the skin looked smooth enough to burst, like an overfilled balloon. 

The doctor went over to a wall phone and made a quick call. Returning to the exam table, she stood over the unconscious Brandy. She leaned over Brandy, almost face to face with her.

"Wake up sleeping beauty. We're just getting started. I want you awake for Act II. Don't want you to miss anything. Come on, wake up," she said, lightly slapping the unconscious Brandy. Within a few moments, Brandy was fully awake, her eyes blinking in the bright light, groggy and trying to regain her senses. She shook her head several times, trying to clear the cobwebs. Involuntarily, she pulled her legs back together, but immediately spread them, feeling pain shooting through her pussy and lower stomach. She was beginning to remember what had just happened. She fearfully looked around the room, the best she could, from her restrained position.

The doctor dismissed Rachel and Allison, telling them that a security team was coming. She also commented to Allison how well she had done. She laughed, telling Allison that she was a quick learner and had done well. Allison was too upset to respond, as Rachel quickly pulled her out of the room. Allison was mad enough that she was still wearing only her thong and top as she left the room. Rachel didn't want to take any chances, getting her out of there as fast as possible. It was obvious that Allison wanted to 'discuss' what had just happened. 

As Rachel and Allison walked down the hallway, another security team was heading in their direction, bringing with them another male slave. Rachel immediately recognized the male slave and could only shake her head. She whisked Allison down the hallway, even faster. Later, she would have to have a long talk with Allison about what she had just witnessed. But for now, she needed to be lead away. 

The second security team arrived at the doctor's location, let into the room by Heather. Inside the room, Dr Sherry led the new male slave over to where Brandy was still restrained. Standing beside her, she quickly undid the hip tie of the loincloth from the male. Letting it drop to the floor, Brandy turned her head toward the new male slave. Her eyes grew wide, a look of horror on her face. She immediately started pulling at her restraints.

"Brandy, say hello to your new play partner," Heather said, grinning at the female slave. Brandy was horrified. The male slave smiled as he continued to view the nude and restrained Brandy. Brandy's eyes were fixed on the area between his legs. There, his soft cock was beginning to harden. Even soft, he was almost 8 inches long. His thickness was as big as Ross, maybe a little bigger. Brandy began to struggle harder. 

"Here, let me help," Heather said as she began to smear KY-jelly all around Brandy's swollen and battered pussy. 

"Oh, before I forget, I just wanted to tell you. This slave was completely milked out, just a little while ago. So, it might take him awhile to get off. Hope you enjoy it. Oh yea, have you learned anything yet?" The doctor smiled and led the slave over to the foot of the exam table. Looking at the slave, she smiled, "help yourself."



The New Slave Ch. 17



Chapter 17, A Transformation

Rachel and Allison led Ross back to his new quarters, a secure room that was only a little bit larger than the holding rooms. Slaves were allowed the privacy of their own rooms, a psychological advantage that the doctor had insisted on. This also allowed for private meetings or appointments, if the need arose. Ross had not even been in his new room, having been 'on display' or tested for the past two days. He was exhausted and more than anything wanted the time to get cleaned up and contemplate his future. Inside their own rooms was about the only time that slaves were alone. 

Rachel and Allison moved quickly, pulling Ross along with them. He was still restrained at the wrists, but his ankles were no longer tethered. His loincloth had been discarded in Heather's training room, so he was quickly drawing the stares of all female staff that saw him. Besides exhausted, he was swollen to the point that his cock was immense, not to mention his already oversized balls. He could barely keep up with Rachel. Allison was still visibly upset, also catching the attention of female staff and other security personnel. Just the sight of her in a thong and top only, created a curiosity among the people watching them make their way through the hallways. Even though scantily clad females were a common sight, Allison was brand new to the facility and she was obviously upset. The doctor believed in keeping the males aroused, but there was obviously something wrong with this new security officer. 

"We need to check him," Rachel said, still hurrying along. 

"Check him. What do you mean?" Allison asked, trying to keep up with Rachel. "Is he hurt?" Allison asked fearfully.

"No, I don't think so, but the doctor didn't spend much time checking him. She was real quick to numb him up. We should examine him." Rachel was serious about checking for any injuries to Ross. Allison perked up somewhat, thinking about the idea of doing an exam on her pet slave. Besides, she was already dressed for the exam. 

Reaching Ross' new quarters, they quickly ushered him into the small room and closed and locked the door. Private quarters for females were strictly off-limits, unless the occupant invited someone in. Slave quarters were also off limits, unless for an appointment or for security or trainers in the process of their work. Inside, Rachel led Ross to the small comfortable bed and had him stand. Allison stood at a distance and watched, aroused, but also fearing that her new love was hurt or damaged in some way. 

"Are you ok?" Rachel sincerely asked Ross. Almost dreamily, he nodded his head yes. 

"I'm sore, but I've been sore before. Right now I'm numb to the point that I can't feel anything." Ross was almost asleep on his feet.

"You'll be ok. Let me see," Rachel said, peering down at the enlarged sex organs. She reached down and gently hefted the ball sack up, feeling deep into it. Ross winced several times but allowed her to examine him. She let go of his sack, and then began to examine his swollen cock. She gently felt around it, pulling back the overly thick foreskin, paying special attention to the head. He was huge. She could find nothing that was obvious, and gently released the meaty appendage. 

"Are you sure you're ok?" she asked again, a worried look on her face.

"I'm sure. I just need some rest," he said to her, his eyes already closed. 

"I'll help him," Allison said quickly, moving up beside Ross. She gently put her arms around him and softly pushed him back toward the bed. She helped him lay down, pulling his legs up and onto the bed. He looked as if he were already asleep. She moved him to the center of the bed, and then gently removed the wrist cuffs from him. Only once did Ross open his eyes, looking up at Allison and smiling at her. She smiled back as she pulled a blanket up over him. He was already asleep. She then leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek, while Rachel watched. Leaving the room, they turned off the light and locked him inside.

It had been late afternoon when Rachel and Allison delivered Ross to his new room. And it was late afternoon of the next day when Ross finally began to wake up. The past two days had been exhaustive, to say the least. He sat up in bed, slowly feeling the aches and pains of the past two days. Spreading his legs, he examined himself closely. There were no bruises or any signs of the battering that his organs had taken. He was no longer swollen to the huge size that he had been the day before. One thing he had learned over the years was that women did not like 'damaged' entertainment slaves. He was relieved to see that he didn't bear any scars or obvious injuries. 

He lay back on the bed, feeling physically refreshed. He actually felt good. Lying there, he began to contemplate his future at the doctor's facility. It was very obvious as to what his purpose was. Physically he felt very good, but mentally he wasn't so sure. He knew that he was to be what some called, a 'sperm cow'. He was also more than aware that his entertainment ability was going to come into play, more often than not. He had proven those abilities over the past two days. 
 Back in the doctor's private office, she was pouring over the notes about Ross. It had become obvious to her that he could easily serve two purposes at the facility. There would be a delicate balance between the two. On one hand, he was an unbelievable supplier of male milk. He would be milked on a regular basis. On the other hand, he was more than qualified as an entertainment slave, and would probably be in large demand, once word or sight of him got out. She would have to keep a close eye on his scheduling, in order to gain the most from his abilities. As a sperm supplier, he would be continuously drained creating an abundant supply of the much-needed ingredient. But as an entertainment slave, he would make her a fortune, with women that paid top dollar for male entertainment. If he was continuously drained, he might not be worth top dollar to the high paying women. Dr Sherry had already drawn up a list of women that would be willing to pay the unbelievably high amounts for him. He would probably become a regular to a lot of them. One that immediately came to mind was Mistress Francesca.

Elizabeth Francine Pendleton was one of the richest women in the state, visiting Dr Sherry on a regular basis. Her request in males was not considered too far out, but was definitely different. She happened to like endowed males. She hadn't always been known for her sexual appetites, but around the facility, she had become a legend. 

Elizabeth Francine Pendleton had been married for 40 years, to her now deceased husband. After his death, it was slowly discovered by a group of her close-knit friends, just what Francine had been going through. For all of those years, she had been the loving and caring wife to a man that was more business than he was husband. It had been mostly, a loveless and sexless marriage. He had built a virtual empire, accumulating more wealth than any person could ever use. Only after his death did her story begin to come to life.

Francine had married her late husband, when she was only 20 years old. Over the next 40 years, she had single handedly raised their three children, while her husband continued to add to his millions. She had been a member of the PTA, the Women's Auxiliary, The local women's government party, and naturally, the garden club. This was only a small sampling of the civic groups that she belonged to, over their time together. She was the rich wife of a very rich man, belonging to the right organizations, the right groups, and the right anything that would help her husbands expanding empire. She was involved in all of them, with very little interest in any of them. In essence, she had no actual existence, but existed for all of those in her household. Then her husband died, leaving her completely alone and extremely rich. 

Elizabeth Francine Pendleton had all the free time she wanted, starting almost immediately after the funeral. At first, she was lonely and found that she had no purpose. She no longer had any interest whatsoever in any of the social and civic groups that she had spent her entire life involved with. She was forced to evolve. 

Elizabeth Francine Pendleton was 60 years old and beginning to learn about her own life. In a short period of time she was learning about things that were slowly transforming her into an entirely different person. She spent a lot of time on her computer, about the only excitement in her life. She had always had her own inner secret desires, but never dreamed of telling anyone about them. Now, alone, she began to spend more and more time on her computer, visiting sites and learning about a life that she had never known. She was becoming drawn to a completely different lifestyle. The things that she found on the Internet had shocked and aroused her. 

Elizabeth Francine Pendleton was quickly discovering an entire lifestyle that greatly aroused her. With the advent of the new Women's Rights Laws, things were changing quickly around her. She became more upset as she realized just how sexless her marriage had been. She felt that she had been cheated in the area of sex and intimacy. Now she was very bitter and felt even more cheated as men began to disappear from all around her. The world had changed and she felt that she had been cheated twice. As she became more aware of her own sexuality, she also found that men were quickly becoming 'not available'. They just weren't around anymore. 

Elizabeth Francine Pendleton had known Dr Caren Sherry for about 10 years. Dr Sherry had been Francine's personal physician. Over this time, they had become very close friends. Dr Sherry had a sincere heartfelt sorrow for her friend, once Francine began to open up and tell of her misery. Having no one to actually talk to, Francine would make appointments with Dr Sherry, just to have someone to talk with. On one office visit, Francine finally broke down and confessed all of her frustrations and bitterness to the doctor. At that time, Dr Sherry was more than involved in her new cosmetics line, actually in full production. That business endeavor included the secret of her need for male slaves and their 'potential' for supplying the necessary personal ingredients. By this time, Dr Sherry's facility was in full production. 

Dr Sherry had talked to Francine, a sincere attempt to help her. Over a short period of time, Francine opened up further, telling Dr Sherry of her sexual frustrations. She did not admit to the doctor, the Internet sites that she had visited or the actual things that aroused her most. Dr Sherry helped her friend by counseling her, telling her to live her life, to enjoy her life, to do whatever was necessary to be happy. Francine took the advice to heart, delving deeper into 'those' websites. Francine was quickly evolving. It didn't take long. As a matter of fact, looking back over it, Dr Sherry thought that the transition actually occurred .... Almost over night. 

Francine was fascinated and highly aroused by sites that involved BDSM. In the short time, they influenced her greatly. She was beginning to spend more time on her computer going to any site that offered BDSM topics or pictures. Francine was addicted to the attitudes, the ideas, and the sexuality of this new arousal.

Francine was very attractive at the age of 60. She looked a lot younger than her years. When she decided to change her looks, she went all the way. Through Dr Sherry, Francine met with a plastic surgeon and within a year, had gone through almost a dozen different procedures. She was moving so fast that Dr Sherry even tried to slow her down. Dr Sherry had become concerned about her friend as she watched her transform herself. Francine would spend a fortune to change all of the things that had been her; the things that she was convinced, had ruined her life. 

On her birthday, Elizabeth Francine Pendleton was a 61 year old, going on 21. She was almost there. She had successfully changed her appearance to where she looked to be in her very early 30's. Her doctors had done well. Francine was actually stunning, looking like a Las Vegas showgirl. She was already tall at 5'8. Her body was that of a long legged showgirl, with wide hips and the tiny tight waist. She had found the best plastic surgeon to do her breast augmentation. Above the tiny waist was a beautifully done breast enhancement. Catching up on life, Francine opted for the large endowment. She was seen as fabulously built, but obviously top-heavy. She almost looked like a 21-year-old showgirl. 

Francine spent another small fortune, having a variety of facial procedures. By the end, she could actually pass herself off as being around her mid 30's in age. The only give away for Francine, was her skin. She constantly worked on her tan, an all over tan. Even prior to the long tanning sessions, her skin showed her true age. If you looked closely, this 30 year old looked oddly old. But she didn't care. She would stand in front of the mirror, totally nude, admiring the work of her team of doctors. She actually found herself becoming aroused, just seeing herself in the mirror. She was also developing a deep case of narcissism. She had actually become a true cosmetically enhanced work of art. Her only problem was that she had no one to show it off to. Her own body aroused her, but she wanted males to see what she was seeing. 

The one thing that Francine didn't dare change was that area that had given her such intense but rare pleasure through her years. Sexually, her vagina and clitoris were about as sensitive as it could be. She was multi orgasmic, if and when given the chance. She had an enlarged clitoris that was sensitive to the point that almost the slightest touch could start an orgasm. During her younger years, she had been embarrassed because of its size, appearing almost like a tiny penis. In time she came to savor the unbelievable sensations that it afforded her. Having had three children and an endowed husband, she had long ago lost the youthful tightness in her vagina. Her thick vaginal lips were extremely sensitive, also having the ability to produce intense orgasms. 

Because of the super sensitivity between her legs, she wouldn't even consider plastic surgery that would alter anything to do with those intimate spots. Through her breast augmentation surgery, she had discovered that her breasts had lost almost all sensitivity. Prior to breast enhancement, her nipples had been so sensitive that she could almost reach orgasm, just though nipple stimulation. Now, she had beautiful full breasts, but with almost no feeling in them. Because of that, she didn't want any doctor doing anything to her sexual organs. She was more than capable of intense vaginal and clitoral orgasms. No, those parts were there for her enjoyment. And she was beginning to discover their capabilities even more. 

She was also discovering for the first time, what self-pleasure was all about. She had masturbated on rare occasions over the years, always discovering afterwards that she felt guilty. She felt that she had cheated her children, her husband's business, or one of her groups, of the precious time she afforded them. Now she was finding out just how much fun she had been missing. She wasn't feeling any guilt now. But she was also finding out that what she did by herself was nowhere near as satisfying as what she suspected she would feel with a male. The more she visited her now vast multitude of Internet sites, the more voracious her sexual appetite became. 

Francine finally broke down and told Dr Sherry about her sexual desires. Dr Sherry listened attentively not knowing what to do. She had seen the transformation of Francine over the past year. She knew that Francine was being as open and honest as she could be. Francine had become a very beautiful and desirable woman. By that time, Dr Sherry had developed what some circles would call, a large 'stable' of male prospects. Dr Sherry wasn't yet involved as deeply in the entertainment circle as she would later become, but she had more than enough of her own prospects inside the facility. She was enjoying the fruits of her own labor. At that time, she only trusted her immediate staff and allowed them to occasionally 'use' a male slave. 

Finally, one day when Francine had come in to talk, she completely broke down, telling of her total frustration. Then, Dr Sherry told her friend that she might be able to help her. Gently, Dr Sherry told Francine that she would send a 'male friend' to her house, for her to use. Francine was horrified but at the same time, highly aroused. She wasn't sure if she could do that. When Dr Sherry insisted, telling Francine that their time together would be whatever Francine wanted, she relented and agreed. Francine was told of the arrangement and how things would be done. She also told her that two of her security personnel would be present, in house and that it was Francine's choice of what to do. A date and time were agreed on. Francine left the office that day, somewhat happier, but a worried look on her face.

The date and time came, with Dr Sherry hand picking the slave that would go to Francine's mansion. Dr Sherry talked to the carefully chosen male for a long time, threatening him if he didn't create the perfect male for Francine. The male was well picked. He left the facility but returned only four hours later, with security in tow. The doctor had the slave brought to her immediately. Privately, the male slave told the doctor how he had arrived and met with Francine. He went on to say how Francine was visibly nervous and scared, and how he talked with her and eased her fears. Francine and the slave finally moved to the huge bedroom where they sat on the bed and talked, eventually kissing very briefly. The slave told Dr Sherry how gorgeous Francine had looked, and gave the doctor details of what Francine was wearing, how she looked, and what she said. According to the male, Francine had definitely been prepared for the encounter. He admitted to being greatly aroused by just the site of her legs. As he put it to the doctor, Francine was very hot! 

After repeated questions and answers from the male slave, Dr Sherry decided that it had gone very well, and that Francine had gotten rid of some of her fear. The slave told Dr Sherry one more thing. Just prior to his leaving, Francine had asked him to remove his clothes. He said that she slowly and softy examined him, as if she had never been with a male before. His arousal was more than obvious in her hand, as he grew harder and became very wet. The slave then said that Francine had removed her clothes, showing him her body. He told the doctor that his arousal seemed to be enjoyed by Francine. He also added that Francine touched him only briefly, and then sat and talked to him. They both were nude, sitting on the bed, but did not have sex. The doctor understood Francine's slow approach, and just smiled.

It was early the next day when Francine called the doctor and thanked her. She couldn't stop talking about how the night had gone and how excited she had been. When asked, she admitted to having been, greatly aroused by the events of the evening. Dr Sherry never told Francine that she had questioned the slave. Dr Sherry was excited for her friend. 

Francine's new found interests developed faster and faster. She was now going online to her favorite websites, learning and finding everything that she could. As her arousal levels increased, her sexual appetite increased also. She finally sat down with the doctor and admitted that it was time for her to fully enjoy herself. She admitted that she had visited websites talking about male slaves and 'using' them. Hesitantly, Francine told Dr Sherry that she wanted to 'try again' with a male, for her own pleasure. She wanted to take him for an entire night and see how it worked. Dr Sherry hesitated, fearing that her own facility might be discovered. The law still didn't allow male slavery, but was at a point of it being ignored, or just overlooked. She decided to take a chance with Francine. Besides, Francine had offered a large sum of money to use the slave. Dr Sherry had toyed with the idea of allowing her slaves to be rented out, to only her closest friends and for money. 




The New Slave Ch. 17



That first night of Francine's 'renting' a slave became a regular thing. It had gone so well with Francine that she immediately was calling the doctor on a regular basis, taking males frequently. Dr Sherry couldn't believe how much money she was making, renting out some of her male stable. It was only the beginning of a new industry. 

After a short time, Francine had invested in her own small group of male slaves. Through the help of Dr Sherry, Francine had purchased two different males slaves. Not surprisingly, both of them had been hugely endowed and very young. It didn't take but about 2 months of daily activity with them, till Francine discovered that 'variety was indeed the spice of life'. After two months, she had used them to the point that she was bored with them, and sold them. After that, Francine depended on Dr Sherry to supply her with what she needed or wanted. Francine didn't mind paying the high prices that the doctor asked. For what Francine was using them for, she felt that she was getting the better end of the deal. She was more than happy paying top dollar for a variety of slaves.

Francine's transformation was moving at break-neck speed. Her visits to the doctor were almost non-existent. Dr Sherry knew that Francine had found what she was looking for. Francine was taking full advantage of Dr Sherry's rentals, on a regular basis. The doctor was questioning each male that returned from the Pendleton estate, just to quench her own curiosity about Francine. It was quickly obvious that Francine's desires and lust had reached maximum overdrive. Francine was using the males for everything from her own personal enjoyment, to sexual performances. It appeared that Francine was throwing parties for a select group of women, using the males to perform sexually or on the female guests. The doctor didn't mind, finding it somewhat arousing to hear the explicit details of what went on at those parties. It was obvious that the parties were becoming wilder.

The doctor began to see more of the males being brought back to the facility in a bruised and battered condition. In questioning the slaves, Dr Sherry found out that Francine was having what she called an "Arena of Sex". Francine had gone full circle. She was no longer Francine, but was now .... 'Mistress Francesca'. Francine had borrowed the name from a 19th century Spanish erotic novel. Mistress Francesca had turned herself into a somewhat cruel but very sexual dominatrix. She had started out by using a male slave for her own enjoyment. In short time, she was taking more males, allowing them to be used by her party guests. Then she began having the males perform sexually, while the guests watched and applauded their performance. From there, she quickly moved onto having live sex shows, enabling her female guests to 'work up' their appetite by watching male slaves having sex with female slaves. Some of the guests would bring their female slaves or serving girls, just for the enjoyment of watching the action. It was quickly discovered that Mistress Francesca enjoyed watching sex, almost as much as she enjoyed having sex. Her voracious sexual appetite had grown. 

In the short time, Dr Sherry found out that Mistress Francesca had discarded the idea of her buying a slave. She found it easier to just rent them, use them, and send them back. But in this process, she required her own security people. Over a period of time, Dr Sherry saw that Mistress Francesca had at least 2 male and 1 female bodyguards. Naturally each of them was very young and very sexual. They would appear at the facility to pick up a male slave, and then later return with the used slave. 

Within the past months, Dr Sherry began to hear more about the sexual arena. It seemed that Mistress Francesca was having parties in which her guests could watch a male and a female slave enter into what might be called, 'sexual combat'. The doctor wasn't sure what to think about the so-called parties, but also felt that it was none of her business. She was receiving huge amounts of money from Mistress Francesca, but inwardly wished that her old friend might invite her to one of these events. Mistress Francesca had no knowledge of what Dr Sherry's facility was about, and just thought that her friend the doctor had a large amount of 'able bodied' males around. 

Mistress Francesca showed no evidence of her past, quiet existence. She had transformed herself into an entirely new person, new body, and new lifestyle. She wasn't going back. Her sexual interests and appetite were quickly becoming legend around Dr Sherry's facility. She had become an extreme voyeur, enjoying the show almost as much as the actual act. At the end of the evening, guests and host would retire to individual rooms in the estate and enjoy whoever or whatever they wanted to take with them. It was also obvious that the new Mistress Francesca still enjoyed using slaves with at least a moderate endowment. Dr Sherry always carefully picked the 'larger' slaves for her. It appeared to the doctor, that Mistress Francesca's genital sensitivity was still very much with her. It didn't appear that her old friend was slowing down, in any form or fashion.



The New Slave Ch. 18



Chapter 18, The Mistress Comes to Visit

On a rare occasion, Dr Sherry would notify her friend if she had ‘acquired’ a new slave that the Mistress might be interested in. It was obvious that Mistress Francesca had figured out Dr Sherry’s stable of slaves, but didn’t have any idea of what their actual purpose was, other than sex. She had no idea of the milking facility or the sperm collection. Either way, it didn’t matter to her, as long as the doctor continued to supply the males.

Ross had only been at the facility for three days, but Dr Sherry knew that Mistress Francesca would be thrilled with him. Mistress Francesca would probably be willing to pay a lot more than the normal fees, just to use him. It was almost like addiction, with Dr Sherry dealing Ross to the Mistress. Once the Mistress discovered Ross, she would continue to pay the huge amounts for his assets and time. Dr Sherry knew that her friend would not be able to resist. Besides his endowment, those huge balls would give him the ability to go all night and then some. His being an entertainment slave was just the icing on the cake. Dr Sherry would make a fortune, just on this one slave alone.

Dr Sherry had Lorin call Mistress Francesca’s estate and tell her of the new acquisition. Further, Lorin slipped in a small bit of information that was guaranteed to reel Mistress Francesca in. She told the Mistress that this particular slave was new and that they had just acquired him. 

“Being familiar with what you like, Dr Sherry guarantees that this is one that you will immediately want,” Lorin said, trying to hold back her laugh. 

“Guaranteed?” Mistress Francesca asked, the surprise obvious in her voice. 

“That is what the doctor said. She used the word, guaranteed,” Lorin replied. “And she also said to tell you, ‘in more ways than one’,” Lorin added. 

“Ummm, more ways than one. That is the phrase she used?” the mistress asked excitedly.

“Yes, that is exactly what she said. She also seemed excited about this one. I don’t know anything else, but the doctor was insistent that I call you immediately.” Lorin said softly into the phone.

“This one I have to see. I’ll be there early this afternoon, for a viewing.” The Mistress could not hide her excitement.

The little bit of information caught Mistress Francesca by surprise. She wasn’t use to hearing the phrase, ‘guarantee’ and especially a slave that was more than she was normally looking for. She wanted to see this one, immediately.  

Dr Sherry had Lorin alert the appropriate personnel that The Mistress was coming. She also arranged for Ross to be cleaned up and prepped for his showing. She wanted him in tiptop shape for the display. She was a little bit worried, since Ross was brand new to the facility, but using her own security as well as Mistress Francesca’s security people, there should be no problems. Besides, she had a feeling that Ross was one of the few slaves that would not attempt to escape. Where would he go? She was also aware of the fact that Ross would probably not like his new assignment. He was a slave and that didn’t matter too much to Dr Sherry.

Ross had been taken from his quarters and move to the prep rooms. There, all of his facial and head hair was trimmed, neatly. The areas having no hair were shaved smoothly with oils and lotions applied to give his smooth skin a youthful and supple appearance. He had been washed by two of the prep girls, with the strictest orders not to play with him. The doctor wanted him presented full and bloated. The swelling in both his cock and balls had gone down, but with almost 24 hours of no sexual play, his balls had returned to their huge and thick appearance. 

Mistress Francesca arrived 15 minutes early, catching everyone off guard. Upon being announced, Dr Sherry was with several trainers in one of the back training rooms, where she was going to present Ross. The doctor alerted security to bring Ross to their location as Mistress Francesca was escorted into the room. 

Mistress Francesca took everyone by surprise. It had been several months since she had been there, and her transformation to dominatrix was a shock to all that knew her. She entered the room in a flourish, followed closely by a male and a female bodyguard. Both of the guards were very young and very tan. Both of them were muscle bound, either from body building or just working out. Their strength was obvious in the long sinewy muscles. They both looked as though they had just stepped out of a fitness magazine. 

The male was very large, around 6’2 and maybe 220 pounds. He was very handsome and appeared to have what the Mistress liked most, a very large endowment. It was very obvious, barely hidden under the skimpy soft shorts that he was wearing. Whereas the doctor’s slaves wore loincloths, the Mistress’ slaves wore normal, but skimpy clothing that barely covered them. His cock could be seen, pushed outward against the soft fabric of his shorts. He was obviously long and thick, even though he was soft.

The female bodyguard was absolutely stunning. She was very small and petite, but heavily muscled. She was around 5’1, and maybe 125 pounds. She had jet-black hair that hung loosely around her shoulders. What amazed everyone in the room was her attire. She was barely clothed. For a bodyguard, she wore almost nothing. She was barefooted, wearing an expensive black satin thong. A few of Dr Sherry’s staff noticed the diamonds that were on the tiny piece of cloth at the hip. The only things that covered her huge and rounded breasts were nipple covers. Each cover was about the size of a quarter and held in place by a barbell piercing. With her nipples adorned in this fashion, it gave the appearance that her nipples were always erect. The quarter sized cover would be placed over the areola with the nipple pushed through the center opening. With the nipple sticking out, the barbell would be inserted through the nipple and would hold the cover on her distended nipple. Her face was gorgeous and her body was even better. 

Both of the bodyguards wore a matching 2-inch wide ankle bracelet, signifying that they were slaves owned by the Mistress. When the doctor looked closer at the ankle bracelets, she realized that each one was made of solid gold with intricate sterling silver inlays. No expense had been spared on the two slaves. It was obvious that both of them were enjoying the good life at Mistress Francesca’s expense. There was little doubt of what their duties entailed. Neither of them smiled or showed any emotion as they stood behind the Mistress. 

“Mistress Francesca, it’s always a pleasure,” Dr Sherry smiled, quickly approaching her old friend. 

“No my dear, it’s always ‘my’ pleasure when I visit,” Mistress Francesca breathed. 

“It’s so good to see you. It’s been quite awhile since you visited,” the doctor said sincerely. “The only way that I know you’re still around is when your security people come to pick up a slave.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, but I have been so busy, haven’t had any time to myself,” the Mistress said, trying to sound sincere. She had been busy, but it was with the doctor’s slaves. Her sexual antics took up most of her day and night. When she wasn’t involved with a slave, she was watching the slave, in some sort of sexual act. 

“I can’t believe how good you look. You must be enjoying life,” the doctor sincerely told her friend.

“Thank you, I do try to keep my appearance,” the Mistress said, almost blushing. She had worked hard to look like she did. She still wanted to hear that others noticed her.

Besides the doctor and Lorin, there were three trainers in the room. All of them were just staring at the Mistress. Most of them had known her when she was Francine, but now, they were seeing Mistress Francesca. They weren’t sure if she was just eccentric or if she was seriously caught up in her own world of BDSM.  

Seeing Mistress Francesca was like watching a fast paced animated program, almost a sensory overload. Mistress Francesca did look fabulous. Dr Sherry had not seen her in the past several months, during which time Francesca had gone deeper and deeper into her new world. None of them could believe that it was Francine standing there in front of them. 

At 5’8, Francesca looked fabulous. Her make up was impeccable and her outfit was almost comical, if not totally erotic. She had moved into another lifestyle. She wore what looked like an evening gown, if hookers wore evening gowns. The gown was made of black satin, full length with a high Mandarin type of collar. The gown was split all the way to the hip, on the left side, exposing her thigh as she walked. It was a gorgeous thigh. With her tiny waist, wide hips and large rounded breasts, the gown accented her endowments, making her look even better. The gown was backless, dropping down to just above her tailbone, exposing her smooth skinned back. The sides of the gown came up along the outer edges of her breasts, cutting in sharply as they went up to the high collar. Her breast enhancement was large enough that she would fall out of the soft gown, if she moved in just the right direction. She was wearing black, soft Italian leather roll top boots, with spike heels. They were the kind of boots that if unrolled all the way up, the tops of the boots would actually be into her crotch. These were discretely rolled down to about the middle of her thighs. The boots were extremely expensive. 

She did look unbelievably erotic. The last time the doctor had seen her, Francine’s hair had been a fading brown, with quite a bit of grey mixed in it. Now, Francesca’s hair was a very dark auburn, pulled up high and back, away from her face, accenting her long and slender neck. She was wearing gold and diamond earrings that dangled from her pierced ears. Dr Sherry could not remember ever seeing Francine wear any jewelry. She also wore a matching gold and silver bracelet, like the ones that the two bodyguards wore on their ankles. This signified that Francesca was their master. 

“Your assistant said that I would be interested in this new slave,” the Mistress inquired, prodding the doctor to quench her sexual curiosity. 

“Yes, I’m positive that this new slave will be something that you will thoroughly enjoy. As soon as I saw him, I knew that you would be interested,” the doctor told her. “He is of the type that you like. I’m sure of that,” she continued, smiling at Francesca.

At about that time, Rachel and another security officer entered the room, with Ross in tow. He looked surprisingly awake and in good spirits. He actually looked friendly, as well as rested. He had been dressed in a new loincloth, again, one that could not adequately cover him. His hands were cuffed behind his back, leather ankle restraints on both ankles, a steel cable running between them. 

“Oh my. He does look yummy, so far,” the Mistress mumbled to no one in particular. Her eyes were glued to the obvious bulge that was flopping around with each of his steps. He couldn’t move without his cock and balls pushing outward from between his legs. He was very obvious. The loincloth was short enough that the head of his cock hung from beneath the loincloth’s edge. Watching him walk, Mistress Francesca could see that his balls swayed and bounce off of each thigh. 

“My my, he is a big male. Doctor, I am very impressed with your acquisition. Is he housebroken?” she said, laughing, her eyes still on the bulge under his flimsy covering.

“Quite housebroken, even though he might leave little puddles, here and there,” the doctor replied, laughing.  

Security brought Ross right up to where the doctor and Francesca were standing. The Mistress could not take her eyes off of the loincloth, now sticking out awkwardly. Ross was beginning to blush. Mistress Francesca was actually leaning down, staring at the bulge. She was making no qualms about her interests. 

“May I examine him?” Mistress Francesca asked, timidly. 

“Yes, be my guest. My house is your house,” the doctor replied, knowing that everyone present was about to get a free show. 

“Ummm, he does seem to be somewhat large. Well, at least something under there is really squirming around. I would like to really examine him,” the Mistress said, placing an obvious emphasis on the word really. 

“Why Mistress Francesca, you may examine as much as you want. You know you don’t have to ask. Enjoy yourself. Should I clear the room for you?” the doctor asked.

“No, that’s not necessary,” Francesca quickly replied. She was barely listening to the doctor, her eyes now closely watching the slight movement under the loincloth. Her attention to the bulging loincloth had caused Ross’ arousal to perk up. He was beginning to swell, with all of the attention being paid to his body. 

“Have your security people remove his restraints,” Francesca told the doctor. Dr Sherry nodded at Rachel. Within a few moments, Rachel had removed the wrist and ankle restraints, allowing Ross to stand freely.

“Remove your cloth,” Francesca ordered Ross. She was standing about a foot from him, facing him. He hesitated, glancing at Dr Sherry. 

“Did you not hear me?” Francesca asked him, her voice louder and firmer. Ross looked at the doctor. She nodded discretely at him.

“Yes Mistress,” Ross replied, his eyes involuntarily looking downward. He undid the tie at his hip, and then hesitantly pulled the flimsy covering away from his body. He continued to hold it in his hand. His cock was beginning to fatten, dropping quickly as it lengthened. The Mistress just stood and watched it grow, enjoying the display of male physiology.  

“That is a very beautiful cock you have, slave,” the Mistress said, still watching it closely. Her hand reached out slowly, her fingers wrapping around the thickening shaft. Ross moaned slightly as her hand squeezed it softly. Looking down at it, she saw a large drop of pre-cum appear at the mouth of the head. He was already very aroused. She continued to hold it in her hand, feeling it swell quickly. 

“Oh my gooooo….” Her words trailed off, as she finally noticed the huge meaty sack between his thighs. Her hand immediately reached below his cock and felt the thick bloated balls inside the sack. They were huge since he had rested for the past day. He moaned softly again, his pelvis pushed out against her hand. He was quickly responding to her manual and visual attention. 

“Is he functional or has he been modified? Maybe I should say severely modified. They are gorgeous and feel so full,” she said breathlessly, her hand feeling all over the soft sack, her fingers beginning to probe into the mushy thickness. 

“Oh yes. He is very functional,” the doctor said laughing. Mistress Francesca immediately understood that the doctor had ‘sampled’ the new slave. If the doctor had played with him, then she wanted to also. It was similar to a stamp of approval.

“I definitely want this one,” the mistress said. She could feel the moisture welling up inside of her, already beginning to leak out of her overly sensitive pussy. Her clit was already erect and swollen. To her, that was her own barometer to her arousal level. This slave was registering high on her arousal meter. 

“Just tell me when. You do know that we deliver,” the doctor said, laughing at her own joke. Mistress Francesca didn’t hear the joke; she was enthralled by what her hands were holding. He was now rock hard, the head swollen and plumbed out. The foreskin had rolled back completely, exposing the hugely swollen and hard head. Pre-cum was now flowing freely into the palm of her hand. 

“Darcy, give me your expert opinion,” the Mistress said without looking back at her bodyguards.

“I would love to fight this one,” she said, an odd smile across her face. Her eyes were also glued to the huge cock in the Mistress’ hand. She was also contemplating what she could do, if given the chance, to such a meaty sack of balls. “I’m sure that I’d have him spurting in no time,” Darcy said, an almost hungry look on her face.

“Take a look for yourself. You’re the one that will be playing with him,” the Mistress said. With the exception of the doctor and Lorin, no one else in the room understood the conversation between the Mistress and Darcy. Both the doctor and Lorin were fully aware of what the Mistress was saying.

Without hesitation, Darcy walked up to Ross, face to face. She was a lot smaller than him, her eyes looking up at him. As the Mistress moved back, Darcy dropped to her knees and moved in closer to Ross. She reached up and tightly grasped the hard cock, then pressed it tightly against his stomach. Her head moved forward as her mouth opened wide. She planted her mouth on the soft sack and sucked in hard. It was obvious as Ross jerked, that she was sucking one of his balls into her mouth. It was difficult, but she finally managed to get one entire ball in her mouth. Her other hand kept a tight grip on his cock, keeping it out of the way. She continued sucking hard on it till the Mistress told her to let go of it. She released her tight oral grip of the sensitive orb and leaned back on her legs. Ross immediately bent forward, in obvious pain.

“He is bigger than anything I have ever played with, but I would very much enjoy him. I think that he’d be a top attraction,” she said, leaning back and watching Ross as he groaned and tried to catch his breath. She had sucked in hard enough that his cock had gone soft. Darcy immediately reached up and quickly massaged the injured ball. Within seconds, Ross seemed ok, but he wasn’t smiling. Darcy slowly stood up, her eyes glaring at Ross, her other hand still tightly grasping the soft cock. 

“That’s enough Darcy, you’ll soon to get to ‘play’ with him, I promise,” the Mistress said. Darcy quickly moved back to where she had been standing.

Mistress Francesca stood watching Ross’ face, a look of pain still there. She patted his cheek softly.

“There there big boy, you’ll be ok in a moment. It’s just the pressure. Even as we speak, the blood is flowing back to where it should be, not in that one ball. She does have a fascinating mouth, doesn’t she?” the Mistress asked him, almost in a whisper. She slowly walked around him, her eyes traveling up and down his body, examining him. When she reached his backside, her eyes started at the back of his muscled legs, then traveled up to his butt. She lingered there for a long time and then continued her visual inspection, looking closer at his broad back and shoulders. It was obvious to all in the room that she was enjoying herself. Her eyes then traveled back to his butt, her hand running softly over his right hip and then to his butt cheek. She squeezed softly, smiling. 

“I wish to examine him further Doctor, if you don’t mind,” she said without looking up. 

“Yes Mistress, please do. I would not want you to waste your time on a lowly slave that gave you no interest.” The doctor was curious, glancing at Lorin. The entire group was closely watching the Mistress.

“Please dear, give me some gloves,” the Mistress told one of the nearby trainers. The trainer looked at the doctor, who nodded. Immediately the trainer grabbed a box of latex gloves, offering it to the Mistress.

Silently she put the gloves on, her gaze still on the slave’s ass. 

“Slave, spread your legs apart,” she commanded. Ross glanced back at her, then at the doctor.

“You heard me the first time slave, spread your legs,” she said louder. Ross slowly spread his feet apart, opening up his legs.

“Further,” the Mistress commanded again. Ross faced straight ahead and slowly spread his legs wide apart.

“Now bend over,” she ordered him as she stepped up behind him. Ross complied, bending over at the waist.

“Bend over farther, I want you horizontal to the floor,” she commanded even louder than before. Ross did so, completely exposing himself to her. She stepped up behind him, her gloved hands softly moving over his rump. He had gone partially soft, his cock hanging down lifeless between his outstretched thighs. 




The New Slave Ch. 18



“I need some lubricant,” the Mistress told the nearest trainer. Without looking at the doctor, the trainer meekly grabbed a tube of KY-Jelly from a drawer. She quickly opened it and squirted out a large glob into the Mistress’ upturned right hand. She kept her left hand dry, without any jelly. She then rubbed the glob around between her fingers, soaking the thick jelly into her right glove. 

“Relax slave. I’m sure you’ve felt this before,” she said, moving her right hand in between his butt cheeks. Her middle finger moved out, pressing softly against the puckered orifice. She began to slowly push her finger into Ross, a slight groan coming from him. She pushed a little more until her entire middle finger was inside him. As he started to rise up, she placed her left hand firmly on his back, a warning. Those close enough could see that she was probing him, her hand muscles moving slightly as her finger moved around inside him. He would wince occasionally, a slight jerk in his body as she continued to work on him. 

“Relax slave. Have you never had anything in you before?” she asked him.

“No Mistress,” he replied, almost in a whimper. 

“Ahhh, a virgin. If you’re lucky, you’ll get to remain that way. You’ll have to perform very well to remain a virgin,” she said, a slight laugh in her voice. No one understood what she was saying, with the exception of the two bodyguards. Both of them were laughing, as if they were in on the joke. 

Suddenly Ross’ body jerked, rising up slightly. No one could see it, but her penetrating finger had curled downward and pressed against his prostate. He had felt it strongly. At the same time, her thumb moved downward between his anus and his sack, searching for the slight mound that was located there. Feeling it, she pressed her middle finger inside of him tightly against her thumb, outside of him. She was sandwiching his prostate between the two fingers. She bore down harder; at the same time her left hand moved up between his legs and cupped his quickly growing cock. She was manually stimulating the small almond sized gland very roughly. 

“Relax slave, this will only be a minute,” she said, her right hand finger working hard while her left hand held his cock. His cock was dropping fast, lengthening and swelling quickly. He would be rock hard within seconds. She continued the manipulation, while her left hand began to feel for what she was hoping for: a large amount of precum. If his prostate was very responsive, he would be able to respond quicker, sexually. She could hear his breathing becoming erratic. To most in the room, they weren’t sure what was going on, but they could hear him beginning to pant. 

“Ahhnnggg” was the only sound coming from him, besides his quick short breaths. She was squeezing his prostate hard, forcing the sexual gland to respond. She knew that it would, but she just wanted to know how fast it could respond. Suddenly his body jerked. Mistress Francesca cupped her hand around his cock head, feeling it as a large amount of precum flooded her glove. She could feel the head swell enormously, and then the large globs of thick clear fluid began to run over her gloved fingers. She quickly glanced down, seeing how much had gushed out of the pulsing cock. It was a huge amount. He hadn’t cum, but the amount of precum was more than a normal orgasm. He was literally gasping for breath as she let go of the still twitching cock.

“My my, he is copious isn’t he?” she asked, to no one in particular. “I definitely want him, the sooner the better. I just have to make some arrangements to show him. Would this evening be too soon?” The Mistress was speaking directly to a shocked doctor. The thick clear fluid was dripping out of her gloved left hand. Her finger was still planted deeply inside of him. She slowly pulled it out and then discarded the gloves.

“Ah, I don’t know. I don’t think so. We have some more tests to do on him here,” the doctor quickly replied. She didn’t want to give into the Mistress too quickly, that would have been too easy for her. She wouldn’t be able to ask for top dollar if she seemed too anxious.

“Whatever the price, I’ll pay it. I must have this one,” she said, quickly turning back and looking at the still hard cock hanging down. Long ropes of precum were dripping from the engorged head. He was still in a high state of arousal. 

“Tomorrow is the soonest that I can do,” the doctor said, glancing at Lorin for support. This had been too easy. The Mistress was willing to pay any amount, to get her hands on Ross. He would make her a fortune.

“Great, then tomorrow, late afternoon. I’ll send my security people for him. Your people can pick him up. But I do have one more request,” the Mistress said softly, almost hesitantly.

“Sure Mistress Francesca, anything. Just ask.”

“I want a sample of him.” The Mistress was smiling slightly, motioning for her female bodyguard to come closer. 

“I’m not sure what you mean. I can supply you with a sample, if you want to test it,” the doctor suggested, still not sure what the Mistress did want. 

“I’ll gladly pay you for the sample. I wish to see just what I am buying. Whatever the price, it’ll be worth it. I just want to make sure of his functionality. Just like you do, Doctor, when you go to auction.” The Mistress stood straight faced, staring at the doctor. 

“A sample. We’ll arrange the payment later. I’ll have my staff get you the sample.”

“NO, I want to watch the sample being taken. I want it to be fresh, first hand you might say,” the Mistress said, laughing. “Darcy can take the sample.”

“Oh, ok. I’ll clear the room for your privacy,” the doctor said, motioning to her staff.

“No, that’s not necessary, I want to see how he performs in front of an audience. His ability to perform is important. I need to watch, as well as all of you.”

“By all means Mistress, be my guest. Is there anything that you require, or any assistance?” The doctor wasn’t sure what was going to happen, except that the Mistress wanted a sample from the new slave.

“No, this won’t take long. Darcy, would you help out our endowed slave?” Darcy immediately moved forward and again dropped to her knees. Within a second, her mouth had completely engulfed the now soft cock, all the way to his pubic bone. He gasped as she sucked him into her mouth, hard. Her hands moved up to his balls and began to gently squeeze and roll them. She held them tightly as her mouth quickly brought him up to full size, part of him sticking out her mouth. He was too long for her. She expertly began to rhythmically pump the throbbing cock. 

In less than a minute, Ross’ hips were thrust out, feeding her more of his meat. Her mouth was moving quickly and hard on his throbbing member. Her hands were roughly working the huge balls, forcing him near the inevitable. His head was back, his eyes shut. It was obvious that he was about to cum, in record time. All of the trainers in the room, including the doctor were amazed, watching Darcy. Even the male bodyguard was smiling, knowing that Darcy was about to drain Ross’ balls. 

“Wait, give me something to collect his creamy sample” the Mistress said to Darcy. She immediately stopped and stood up, her hand still holding onto one ball. With her other hand, she hooked her thumb into the string on her hip and tugged downward, letting the thong fall to her ankles. She stooped, picked it up and handed the tiny satin thong to the Mistress. She then dropped to her knees and continued on the slave’s cock, faster and with more fury than before. 

Most of the room was shocked. They were use to seeing nudity, but almost all of that was with the males. They weren’t use to seeing a nude female, especially one that was built so well. Her pubic area was completely shaved smooth, a golden tan with no lines. Her pussy lips were extremely thick and engorged, sticking outward. Apparently the exam of Ross had caused her arousal to go up. She was obviously wet, a large amount of moisture all around her pussy lips.  

“Ahhhhhgggggghhhhhh,” came an anguished cry from Ross as Darcy literally sucked the cum from his quivering bloated balls. His hips thrust outward hard; pushing into her mouth  His legs went tight as he began panting hard. His entire body was shaking.

“No, wait, I want to see it. Don’t take his cream,” the Mistress said to Darcy, moving closer to her. Darcy suddenly jerked her mouth away from Ross, a huge spurt of his sperm shooing out from the swollen head. The Mistress immediately put the black satin thong up to the spurting cock and tried to catch as much as she could. With the first spurt, Darcy moved her face away and allowed her hand to jerk him. His cock was spurting wildly, Darcy’s hand jerking it slowly, making him cum hard. The Mistress covered the head with the thong and collected the still spurting fluid, till large drops started falling form the saturated thong. His cock was still pumping large globs when Darcy let go of it, watching it twitch and shudder, more and more sperm dripping from the satin thong. 

After several moments, the Mistress squeezed the cock head, wiped it off and pulled the thong away. She opened it up and peered at the thick contents all over the skimpy thong. It was still dripping from the thong as she ran her fingernail through the gooey mess, as if to check its thickness. Darcy watched closely, an evil grin on her face. Her nudity in front of the other females didn’t bother her at all.

“Ummm, he’s definitely quality not to mention quantity,” the Mistress mumbled as Ross slumped forward, barely able to stand. The orgasm had happened so fast that his cock was quickly becoming soft. Even he appeared shocked at how quickly she had forced him to cum. 

“Tomorrow, around 3:00pm, if that is ok?” the Mistress said to the doctor. 

“Yes, tomorrow. He’ll be ready,” the doctor replied, her eyes still glued to the dripping black satin thong. 

“Darcy will take good care of him, and then I will enjoy him,” the Mistress said, turning to leave. Darcy stood there, nude, her pussy lips still covered in her own juices, still flared from her sexual arousal, her legs slightly spread. Suddenly, she reached out and slapped Ross’ balls, hard. He jerked back from the pain, doubling over. She just smiled and turned, following the Mistress. 

“Darcy, enough of that. You’ll get plenty of time with him tomorrow. Who knows, he might be more than you can handle,” the Mistress said, leaving the room. Darcy followed the Mistress, her head still turned back toward Ross, an evil grin across her mouth. 

Everyone else just stood there, in shock. For the first time, the doctor wondered if she knew what actually went on at the Mistress’ parties.



The New Slave Ch. 19



Chapter 19, Morgan

The entire room stood where they were, staring as Mistress Francesca and her two bodyguards left. Ross was still in some pain, slowly recovering from Darcy’s sexual attack on him. Doctor Sherry was more than ever, interested in what went on at the Mistress’ estate. She wanted to know and Ross would finally be the one that could tell her of the secrets that went on there. She quickly went to Ross.

“Are you ok?” she asked, visually examining him for any injury. 

“More pissed than hurt, I think,” he said in a low moan. She had only slapped him, rather than actually hitting him. It was more of a rough teasing, rather than an actual attempt to hurt him. It was a challenge of sorts. He finally was able to stand up straight. Most of the room was still staring at the closed door, where the Mistress and Darcy had just exited. 

“Are you up to this,” Dr Sherry asked him sincerely. For a change, she was actually worried about him. 

“With that bitch, I’m more than up for it.” The anger was obvious in his voice. 

“You mean the Mistress?” Caren figured that Ross was referring to Mistress Francesca and her treatment of him in front of all of the staff.

“No, not her. I’m talking about that bitch nymph,” he said referring to Darcy. “I’ve heard about these types of parties. I would love a chance to ‘play’ with her,” he said, heavily emphasizing the word play. 

After several moments of talking, Caren had security take Ross back to his room where she gave orders that he was not to be involved in any training. At this point, he was too new to be allowed appointments. In short time he would have full days and full nights, with training and appointments at all hours. But for now, she wanted him to be rested and prepared for a rental agreement. Dr Sherry was going to give the Mistress her money’s worth, guaranteeing that she would be coming back for more. Between Ross and Mistress Francesca, Dr Sherry knew that she would soon be receiving large amounts of money. She wanted Ross fully prepped for this event. 

That night, Ross remained in his room alone. He was allowed to sleep late, to be fully rested for the afternoon and evenings activities that were sure to be strenuous. Lorin had already called the Mistress’ estate and made the arrangements. Mistress Francesca’s security people would pick Ross up at 3:00pm. Dr Sherry’s security people would pick him up from the Mistress’ estate at midnight. Everyone involved thought that the pick-up time was odd for a party, but the Mistress was not the normal patron. It wasn’t uncommon for her staff to pick up a slave in the morning, or the night. It all depended on her mood at the time.

After the past several days of activity, Ross had been more exhausted than he thought. In his quarters, he slept soundly till he was woken up at 11:00am. Fully rested, he was taken by security to a room near the prep area, where he was given a hearty late breakfast. He had barely eaten in the past few days and it had taken a toll on him. After the breakfast, security returned and took him to a prep room. There, he was bathed and pampered, the prep girls knowing that he was to be prepared for a customer. His hair was trimmed and he was shaved. During all of this, the prep girls constantly teased and kept him aroused. It was a preparatory step, getting his arousal up. After the bathing, he was rock hard, having had several of the girls stop by just to play with the fleshy thing between his legs. He was more than ready, in the area of sexual arousal. But he was not allowed to cum.

For the last of his preparation, Heather, the trainer that had initially examined him, was brought in for a finishing touch. Heather was a specialist in a certain area. She was very good at ‘pumping up’ a slave. Her job on this occasion was to pump up his already huge balls and cock, to a plumper size, just for the enjoyment of Mistress Francesca. Dr Sherry kept detailed notes on her renting customers. Knowing their particular interests or desires was just good business. To know each customer’s particular wants, would insure that customer would keep coming back for more. Mistress Francesca had a ravenous fascination with larger males and admitted it openly to the doctor. The doctor would supply her with ‘large’ males. Ross was the first one that was oddly endowed in his balls, as well as his cock. 

“Hi baby. Long time no see,” Heather breathed as she sauntered into the room. She loved modifying males to larger sizes. Most of the time, even she was amazed at the increases that she could coax from a male. Heather had been told ahead of time that she was going to modify Ross. She was excited, already having examined and enjoyed his huge balls and nice cock. This would be somewhat a challenge, to make the huge things, even bigger. For the occasion, she wore even less than the last time she worked on Ross.

Ross had already been prepped and was now restrained to an X cross, his legs spread wide with his arms suspended over his head. This position was used to maximize the openness of the slave and his genitals. Since the procedure would include using vacuum pressure devices on his cock and balls, his ankles, knees and thighs were heavily secured, leaving no ability for any movement. His cock and balls hung heavily from his muscled thighs. 

“Ummm, baby, we’re gonna have so much fun. I’m sorry, but I can’t allow you to cum. I hope that’s ok with you. I know I’m going to enjoy it.” She was kneeling between his outstretched legs, closely examining his soft organs. Heather thoroughly enjoyed making males bigger than anyone thought possible. It was a talent. She had to know just how far to go, or the slave could be damaged or visibly scarred with bruises from busted blood vessels. And high paying customers didn’t like bruised entertainment slaves, unless they were the ones doing the bruising. 

“Well, let’s get started. I bet that I can do wonders with these,” she said, cupping his balls in her hand. He began to swell slightly.

She went to a cabinet and picked out the proper sized equipment that she would use. She selected a large clear acrylic cylinder, which would fit over both his cock and his balls. This way, she would be able to watch his size increase and see if any damage was occurring to his tender skin. She then got a hand pump and hose out, attaching it to the cylinder. She filled the cylinder up about ¼ of the way with hot water. Adding oils and a skin softener to the hot water, she took it back over to a table near the restrained slave. She then opened a small bottle and removed a pill, placing it in Ross’ mouth. 

“Swallow baby. Its just aspirin and it’ll help you in several ways. She popped it into his mouth and held a glass of water up to his lips, letting him drink. “Aspirin is a mild pain killer, obviously. But it’s also a blood thinner. And right now, a blood thinner will help you swell in areas that you never even thought of,” she said with a slight laugh. “Blood flow is a good thing.”

Heather then took the cylinder of hot water and carefully held it up to his enlarged organs. Carefully, she slid it over his cock and balls, submerging them in the warm water. Once it was tight against his pubic area, she used the hand pump to suck the air from the cylinder, causing an increased blood flow into that area. Increasing the suction, the cylinder held tightly against his body. Slowly but surely, she could see his cock and balls begin to swell up. 

“Doesn’t that feel good? It’s a nice hot water bath for those toys. Here shortly, you’ll be really plump and thick,” she told him, carefully watching the fleshy contents of the cylinder. She watched closely to insure that the pressure wasn’t too much. If the pressure was too great, small blood vessels in his cock would burst, causing either blood blisters or dark bruising. The cylinder held tightly in place as his cock and balls began to swell. 

“Well baby, what should we do now,” she asked him, her eyes glued to the slow swelling that was going on inside the cylinder. She finally pulled up a chair and sat back, close to Ross so that she could monitor his progress. 

“We don’t want you too big. That might make you ‘un-usable’. Big is good, but too big is a waste.” She was more than enjoying her task. 

After about 20 minutes, she released the pressure of the cylinder and carefully removed it from the slave. His organs were obviously larger, puffiness to his cock made it appear thicker than his already oversized look. His balls had been more affected by the suction. Each ball was huge, rounded and very thick. Heather noted that his balls responded to the procedure very well. They looked even bigger than their normal large appearance. The sack was soft from the hot water, but huge with it’s oversized contents. Even Heather knew that Mistress Francesca would love what she saw. 

“I think that is enough pumping for now. You were huge to start with, and now you’re even bigger. She’s going to love you. It might even give Darcy something more to play with. Maybe someday the doctor will let me see just how big I can get you,” she said, her eyes glazed over just thinking about the prospects. Heather went to a nearby phone and alerted security that she was finished with her preparation. A few minutes later, security arrived and took Ross to the doctor for her final approval.

“Oh my gosh,” the doctor responded when she saw the ‘improved’ new slave. Ross had been brought to her office for approval. It was obvious that she approved. She walked around him several times, seeing the affects of Heather’s cylinder. He was massive, both balls being swollen to the point that they were obvious inside the sack. Each individual ball could be seen moving inside the soft skinned sack. His cock was massive, being thicker around than it had been previously. The head was swollen, giving it an appearance of being fully hard. The foreskin was swollen but even with its increase in size, it still appeared normal in comparison to the thick shaft and head. The doctor approved.

“Go ahead and dress him and put him in wrist and ankle restraints. The Mistress can do whatever she wants with the restraints at her place. Security gave Ross a soft leather loincloth to cover himself for the trip to the Mistress’ estate and placed him in leather wrist and ankle restraints. The doctor and her security people were all aroused, dressing the new slave and seeing Heather’s improvements on him.

“Have him ready near the front of the facility, Mistress Francesca’s people should be here very soon.” The doctor was already busy going over notes about some other matters. Security took Ross from the room and was headed to the front of the facility when they were notified that two of the Mistress’ personnel had arrived. They quickly took Ross to the front area where they met with Mistress Francesca’s security personnel. 

“He won’t be needing this,” one of Mistress Francesca’s security announced, pulling the loincloth from him. This particular female was dressed similar to Darcy, wearing almost nothing. The most notable difference was that she did not wear the expensive ankle ‘slave’ bracelet like Darcy and the male had worn. It was obvious that she was of a lower rank. She tossed the expensive loincloth to one of the doctor’s personnel. The female did an obvious double take as she noticed Ross’ cock and balls bulging outward. It was quickly becoming obvious that none of the Mistress’ group had ever seen anything quite like Ross. 

“The Mistress will supply your slave with the proper attire for the evening,” said the other female security officer. 

She stood staring at the obvious endowment of Ross, and then produced a chain mail bottom to cover him. Unfolding the metal garment, it looked like an authentic slave garment, a chain mail thong, the pouch enlarged just for Ross. She stepped around behind him and reached around, placing the thong front over his cock and balls, then pulling a bottom chain up between his thighs and butt cheeks, securing it at the back. The sides of the thong consisted of just one strand of chain, going over his hips. The construction of the chain mail was tightly weaved so that his cock would not slip out of the thong’s pouch. In this fashion, his cock and balls could be easily seen, but still secured tightly into a pouch. There was a small bit of room for him in case of swelling, but not enough for him to fully lengthen. 

“You can pick him up at the designated time, at the back entrance of the estate,” one of the Mistress’ personnel announced. With that, they both took hold of Ross and lead him outside to a waiting car. The doctor’s security personnel observed that he was restrained in the car with steel cables to his wrist and ankle restraints. Nothing else was said as the car soon sped away.

Ross arrived at the Mistress’ estate about 20 minutes later. During the ride, neither of the two security personnel or the driver said anything to him. They took occasional glances at him, obvious in their delight at his genital size. Upon reaching the mansion, they parked in the back and quickly escorted him inside. There, he was led to a waiting room where he was secured to a large steel floor bolt and left alone. Looking around, he was amazed at what he could see from his position. The house was huge, having several stories and at least two separate wings. The ceilings were high and most of the décor appeared to be in ‘Italian villa’ with stone and tile floors, huge windows and wall hangings. It was obvious that the house was of an extreme, if not eccentric nature, being very expensive with even richer furnishings. It reminded him of pictures that he had seen of large estates in the Tuscany region of Italy.

Sitting by himself, he could hear sounds coming from a nearby room. It was somewhat muffled but the obvious sounds would come and go. It sounded like a large gathering with a lot of voices, all female voices. They were cheering, yelling and applauding. He could hear laughter and shouts as if a crowd was watching an event. The crowd seemed to be excited about something. It almost seemed frenzied in their tone. He listened as well as he could, trying to make out what was happening. In the midst of the sounds, he could occasionally make out what sounded like a male voice, moaning. There would be a loud gasp from the crowd and then he could hear the male voice loudly moan. Then there would be cheers and applause. This went on for quite awhile with the cheers getting stronger, then lessening. Finally, it sounded like the event came to a climax, with loud extended cheering and a lot of applause. Then it became quiet, with only the sound of women talking.

“It’s your turn,” a female said from behind him. He had been listening to the sounds, unaware of the female that was standing and watching him. She was smiling; her eyes moving from his thighs to his stomach and back again. She was getting a good view of his almost hidden parts, under the chain mail. Just her gaze created an increase in his already sensitive cock and balls. Her gaze also caused him to swell. She was a gorgeous brunette and dressed elegantly. Gold and silver jewelry adorned her wrists and fingers. Her make up was impeccable. As was the Mistress, this beautiful woman wore a sheer white gown with a slit that went from her hip, all the way to the floor. The one leg that he could see was beautiful. Ross could feel himself begin to swell more just seeing the hint of her thighs. To him, she appeared like a Roman goddess.

“I’m Morgan, and I suppose that you are our entertainment,” she said, her eyes still traveling around the area that she could see of his lower abdomen. From where she was standing she couldn’t get a very good view between his legs. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, now turned facing her. She walked up to where she was in front of him.

Ross was mesmerized. She was a gorgeous creature. She looked to be around 30 years old, around 5’4 and maybe 120 pounds. The gown that she was wearing was cut in such a way that it accented her beautiful legs. It had a sash that tied, showing the tiny waist, set above her shapely hips. The low cut of the gown also allowed Ross to see the soft curve of her cleavage, accented by a diamond on a long silver chain. Her breasts weren’t large, but her watching him had definitely produced an obvious erection in her nipples. They stood out, sharply pushing out from the sheer fabric of the gown. She was small and petite and a face that was so cute that he couldn’t resist just her face alone. Her hair was dark brown, cut very short, just over her ears, almost in a boy’s haircut. 

“I’m to bring you to the arena,” she said, her eyes now looking down at the shiny metal encased flesh. It was obvious as her eyes traveled down to the overly stuffed metal covering. Her jaw dropped slightly, her mouth forming a silent O, and her eyes opened wide. 

“Wow, that is what I would call endowed,” she said, her eyes squarely on his genitals. She was commenting on the fact that the chain mail could not contain all of its contents. From the way he was sitting, he was pressing outward on all sides of the metal garment. Opening his legs, he started to stand up.

“No, stay there,” she said, smiling and still staring at the metal covered flesh. Even though he was covered with chain mail, the details of his endowment could easily be seen through the covering. She stood there for a moment, just taking in the sight. Slowly, she moved her right leg outward, her barefoot stretching out toward his crotch. She softly pressed her toes against the chain mail thong. 

“The Mistress has always brought in large males. It seems that she has a fondness for large cocks. We’ve had a huge amount of young studs with their monster cocks brought in for our entertainment. There doesn’t seem to be much room in that metal thong for your endowment.” Her foot was beginning to press down a little harder, squeezing the soft flesh downward. 

“What is your name?” she asked in a soft tone. Her eyes had never left the area between his outstretched thighs. Her foot was pressing firmly against the fleshy bulge. He did not answer her, but continued to watch the beautiful tan leg that was bearing down on his genitals. From the way she was standing, her entire leg was exposed to his view, all the way up to her hip. It was a beautiful and shapely leg. 

“I forget that you’re a slave. You have my permission to speak, tell me your name,” she said, glancing up at his face for the first time. Her foot was beginning to press down harder on the sensitive bundle.

“Ross,” was all that he said, his gaze traveling up her leg to her hip. His gaze was obvious to her. She actually blushed, he thought to himself. For only a second, he thought he saw her blush. She pressed down harder on his trapped genitals, his balls now squished out to the sides of the chain mail, with nowhere to go. He could feel himself getting hard. Just the attention of this beautiful woman was making his arousal climb fast. A chain mail thong was not designed to cage a hard cock. It was becoming more than uncomfortable as his cock started to swell. 

“You’re not the usual type that the Mistress brings in. Almost all of them are young studs that have an attitude. Naturally they all have huge cocks and even bigger egos to boot. You’re different,” she said, staring into his eyes. Her foot was still pressed firmly on the growing bulge between his legs. 

“I’m sorry. I was sent here, I didn’t ask to be here,” he said sincerely. He immediately understood the difference between himself and the more desirable young males. His gaze inadvertently went to the floor, away from her. She was pressing even harder against his cock and balls. Even as uncomfortable as it was, he couldn’t stop the swelling that was occurring in the thick flesh. It was obvious that the audience was use to seeing very young and endowed males. Ross was somewhat older than the normal. 




The New Slave Ch. 19



“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” she said, smiling at him. It was a genuine smile. Her foot was now rhythmically pressing and relaxing, pressing and relaxing on the trapped and aroused flesh under her foot. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that to sound so negative. I just meant that you are different from the normal males that are brought here. I find you very interesting, in more ways than one.” Her bare foot was resting on his semi hard cock. The pressure was enough that both balls were squished outward to the sides of the soft sack. She seemed very amused at the affect that her foot had on his sex. 

“Stand up Ross. They’re already waiting for you in the other room. They sent me to get you. I’m sort of glad that they did.” She had released the pressure from her foot and had stepped back, watching as he struggled to his feet. Her eyes were now intently watching the bulging tender flesh pressed against the chain mail. It was obvious that he was growing, but had nowhere to expand to. With his cock and balls trapped inside the chain mail, the entire bundle was pushed out obscenely. He was more than obvious. 

“I’ve been coming to these ‘parties’ for a long time. Watching the entertainment from these select males has been more than arousing but I have never indulged myself. I mean I have had fun, but never taken advantage of the buffet, so to speak,” she was obviously blushing, trying to explain herself. “I mean that I have been very aroused, watching the arena, but have not taken any of the males with me.” She could see that he didn’t understand.

“You do know that your owner is renting you out, don’t you?” She had stepped closer to him, almost face to face, looking up at him.

“Yes, I assumed that,” Ross replied.

“Did you know that Mistress Francesca then rents out the males that she has brought here? You’re here to perform, then the women have the chance to ‘rent’ you if they desire. You are the entertainment, in several ways. I have never indulged myself with a male. I’ve enjoyed myself a lot, if you know what I mean,” she said, blushing brightly as she glanced downward. She moved closer to Ross, just inches from his face. As she did, her hand moved out slowly, her fingertips softly touching the chain mail. Slowly her fingers moved over the chain mail, feeling his hardness. There was no more room for him to expand inside the metal thong. His tender flesh was pressed tightly against the metal. 

“You’re telling me that you were aroused by what you’ve seen here, but have never been with a man,” he asked softly. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It just means that you’ve been waiting,” he said quietly, almost whispering to her. 

“I could be very tempted to indulge myself….. with you,” she said, moving closer and resting her head on his chest. Her hand was now feeling the chain mail, as if her fingers were trying to find a way into the metal cage. Her fingers were almost desperate as they moved all around the metal thong, feeling the bulges and hardness. 

“I would be very happy to indulge you,” he said, leaning down and softly kissing her neck. He could feel a slight shiver as his lips moved up her neck. He kissed her neck softly several times, moving slowly up to her earlobe. She pressed into him harder, her hand moving quickly around the chain mail, feeling him, now gently squeezing the metal encased skin. Her past sexual experiences had only been through masturbation, and never with a male. She had barely even seen sexual things, only through books, magazines, and a rare look at videos. 

“Ummm, I would enjoy that,” she said softly. She then took his hand and guided it to the gown’s opening at her hip. He could feel the softness of her upper thigh as she pushed his hand under the sheer fabric. He didn’t need prompting, his hand slowly and softly moving across the tender flesh toward the area between her legs. She moved her mouth up to his neck and began to nuzzle him, softly kissing his neck and shoulder. Her hand was becoming more insistent, squeezing harder the chain mail encasing his manhood. 

“You are a very beautiful woman. I don’t understand why you didn’t ‘indulge’ yourself with what aroused you so much,” he whispered into her ear. She pressed tighter against him, her hand almost frantic as it worked at the chain mail. 

“I’m a virgin. Would you want to be with me?” she said almost apologetically in a whisper. Ross’ hand slowly moved farther, down to where her legs were slightly parted. He moved his fingers between the warm thighs, feeling a warm wetness spread around her pubic mound. As his fingertips brushed against her pussy lips, she moaned softly, slumping against him. 

“I would love to be with you. We could enjoy each other.” Her hand squeezed hard on him, almost causing him to jump. He moved one finger against the puffy lips, slowly moving it inside of them. Her entire body tensed as he felt the wetness that was built up behind her lips. He could feel her legs move further apart, opening for him. He began to move his finger softly up and down the wet slit. Her breathing was now coming in almost a pant. 

“No, wait. Not now,” she said breathlessly. She quickly pulled away from him. “I’m suppose to be bringing you into the arena. They’re waiting. We’ll be discovered.” Her speech was coming out quickly, as if trying to catch her breath, her face a bright red blush. She stepped back away from him, both of her hands reaching out and cupping his immense sack. Each hand was holding a ball. She looked down, shocked at the size.

“You are huge, but not like the other men that have been brought here,” she said, kneeling down in front of him. She continued to hold both of her hands under his sack and leaned her face forward. She pressed her face against the chain mail, breathing in deeply.

“You smell so good, but not like a man. You smell soft and clean, as if you were just bathed,” she said softly, holding onto the chain mail encased bulge. Now it was his turn as his head tilted back and he moaned softly. She squeezed the chain mail gently. She suddenly looked up at him, a serious look on her face. She glanced quickly at the door and as if making a quick decision. She then reached to his hip, her fingers trying to find the clasp that would unlock the metal cage. She quickly reached behind him, looking for a way to remove or open the metal thong. 

“It looks as if our sweet little Morgan has found something that interests her,” a voice came from the doorway. Both Ross and Morgan jumped and turned toward the voice. Standing in the door, watching them was another of the Mistress’ guests, surprised but definitely intent on the show she was watching. 

“Don’t stop on my account. Continue and enjoy yourselves. That’s what we’re here for, to enjoy. We’re all voyeurs.” She stood there making no motion to leave. 

Morgan appeared to be mortified, her face blood red as she jerked back away from Ross. Her embarrassment was obvious. “I was just talking to him,” Morgan stammered, not looking at the other female.

“That’s ok Morgan. It’s obvious that you were just trying to get him ready for his performance. You were helping to bring up his arousal, weren’t you?” the young female said, obviously making fun of Morgan. Morgan quickly stepped away from Ross, smoothing down her open gown. 

“We’ should get into the arena. Everyone’s waiting,” the intruder said softly, watching Morgan. She was still smiling, amused by what she had seen. “Hurry, I’ll give you a minute to get yourself together,” she said with a wink. She then turned and left the room.

“You’ve never been at one of these parties. You will have to be very careful in the arena.” Morgan was trying to collect herself, her embarrassment still obvious.

“I don’t even know what these parties are. What am I here for?” Ross asked seriously.

“You ARE the entertainment. You’re here to perform for us, and then you’re to fight Darcy in the arena.”

“What? What do you mean fight?” Ross now looked shocked. He thought that he knew what the party was about, but now was finding out differently. 

“It’s the Mistress’ idea of a ‘battle of the sexes’. Besides arousing, it’s great fun for the other women. They find it extremely arousing and usually pick over the males to have sex with, after they’re defeated. They’re almost always beaten. You’re here to fight Darcy, didn’t you know that?” she asked. 

“No I didn’t. I don’t even know Darcy except that she likes to slap,” Ross said, cutting off the last of the sentence. “What kind of fighting. Hell, I’m a man and she’s so small. What’s the sport in that?” Ross asked sincerely.

“She’s the Mistress’ champion. She’s never been beaten. It’s not a fistfight; it’s a sexual fight. The Mistress calls it ‘sexual combat’. You must be careful, she’s more cruel than she looks,” Morgan actually looked worried.

“And what’s the performance part? What’s that all about?” Ross was beginning to get nervous. There was nothing he could do about it.

“You’ll find out. We have to get in there. I’m sure that she’s already told everyone what we were doing. I’ve never been so embarrassed. I’ll never hear the end of this one,” she said, quickly undoing the floor restraint. It was obvious that she was embarrassed and scared. Ross was still restrained at the wrists and ankles.

“I want to see you again…. Privately. Would you want to see me?” Morgan asked a complete tone of innocence in her voice.

“Yes. In a heartbeat,” Ross said, quickly bending down and kissing her softly on the mouth. 

Morgan quickly led Ross down the hall, toward the arena.



The New Slave Ch. 20



Chapter 20, Humiliation, Then A Helping Hand

Morgan was almost in tears as they reached a large entryway. She stopped momentarily to dry her eyes, before entering the large arena like room. With Ross still restrained at the ankles and wrists, she quickly pulled him into the room behind her. Immediately there was loud applause as Ross was lead to the edge of a large open area in the center of the room. The lighting was subdued with the outer areas of the room being shaded in darkness. Morgan quickly left him, retreating to outside of the arena. Ross felt sorry for her, her embarrassment obvious as she duck her head and retreated into one of the dark recesses of the room. 

Standing at the edge of the arena, Ross looked around. Several feet away was a tall, well built muscular woman, wearing only a leather thong. Her breasts were huge but what he immediately noticed was what appeared to be a large amount of sperm covering her breasts and stomach. She was laughing and wiping off her arms and hands, trying to get all of the thick goo off of her. The towel in her hand was wet and saturated with the stuff. She was joking with some nearby women as they laughed and pointed across the room. Then he noticed the nude male, lying on the floor on the other side of the room. The male looked as though he was unconscious, flat on his back, his legs spread wide. What was noticeable was his half hard cock, lying on his stomach, sperm still leaking from the swollen head. There was a large amount of sperm on his stomach and pubic area. 

“We have our newest slave for the arena,” a female voice said above applause and cheers. As Ross’ eyes become accustomed to the darkened room, he could see that there were cushions and couches sitting all around the arena, all occupied by women. The room had thick and luxurious rugs covering the floors. In all there were about 20 women that were seated in areas around the room. Some were watching him; others were indulging themselves with other females. The sight reminded him of pictures that he had seen of Roman gatherings, people laying about on cushions while eating and drinking.

Moving among the women were what appeared to be serving girls, each dressed the same in very short white gowns that barely covered them. Ross immediately got the impression that the female servers were slaves. The women that were the obvious guests were all dressed in elegant gowns with lots of skin showing. There was a Roman appearance to the spectacle. They all appeared to be very rich women. In one dark area of the room, two women were kissing, one woman’s hand buried between the slender legs of her nude partner. The one woman was in the obvious throes of an orgasm. Other women were talking, some kissing each other, and some just watching him. 

Ross could smell the alcohol in the room and knew that the women were drinking. In the middle of the group of women was Mistress Francesca. She was sitting back in a chaise lounge her long legs showing from under her long gown. All of the women were showing some degree of flesh, an air of sexuality permeated the scene. The Mistress rose from her lounge, moving toward the more lit area of the room. At the same time, the well-built woman with the leather thong had cleaned up and was leaving the room. Two of the servant girls were slowly bringing the unconscious male around, slapping his cheek and forcing him to sit up. He was obviously groggy, but coming around quickly. 

“I told all of you about the bull, the one with the balls. Well, here he is. He is to show us his stuff, one way or another,” the Mistress said as everyone laughed. “I found him yesterday and he is here for your entertainment tonight, and then for my entertainment,” she added, the women laughing even harder. It was understood that the Mistress would take whatever slave she wanted, for her own pleasure, after the show. 

“Slave, you are here for our entertainment,” she said, directly addressing Ross. She walked out toward him, into the light. “Everyone here is use to seeing huge cocks. But tonight, my friends here are going to see something different. I think that they will find you more than arousing.” She quickly undid the restraints on his wrists and ankles, giving him total movement. She moved up behind him and began to move her arms around him, her hands caressing his bare chest and stomach. All of the women were now watching as her hands slowly moved softly down his stomach to the top of his pubic bone. Her breasts pressed hard into his back. Then both hands moved down, over the metal covered flesh, teasing him. Her fingers flitted over the metal, barely touching him, but touching him enough that he was slowly hardening. It was obvious as his flesh pushed out against the metal cage. 

“Ummm, now this is beginning to feel very nice,” she said laughing softly. She could feel him hardening. “The poor thing is trapped inside all that metal. We’re not used to seeing such large balls and I’m afraid that I didn’t have much that would cover such a bulge. But here in a moment, we’ll free it so that we can take full advantage of it,” she said, her hand firmly moving up and down the bulging flesh. Her playing was beginning to take a toll on her. She was getting into the moment, her leg moving upward, her thigh over his hip.

“But first, we should tell our new slave here what we’re doing, since he is new to our entertainment.” All of the women were ‘ooing and ahhing’; all of their eyes on her hands as she exercised his trapped sexual muscles. Even some of the serving girls had stopped and were watching. 

“Kneel down slave,” she ordered him, her voice somewhat firmer. He immediately knelt down on the thick carpets. 


“We’re all more than familiar with what the arena is used for, but Ross is brand new here. It’s his first time. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of him in the future, but for tonight, I think that we should tell him what is expected of him. Since he is here for our entertainment, he will perform for us first. Then after he is rested, he will fight Darcy in the arena.” Ross keyed on the word ‘rested’, wondering what that meant. It was obvious what the rest meant. He was going to have to fight Darcy. It didn’t make any sense to him. Darcy was small and petite, and a woman. He was a man and a former cop. 

“After you’ve performed, you’ll be given a short time to rest. Your performance will be to your own benefit. In the arena, you’ll face Darcy in a best of two rounds. Being new here, let me explain the ground rules. It’s sexual combat, a battle of the sexes. It’s male versus female. Each round is to see who can make the other one cum. The one who cums the most, loses. It’s very simple,” she said. The women in the audience were clapping and cheering, wanting to watch a sexual fight. They were all sitting up and watching Ross.

“As any woman knows, it’s easy to make a male cum. That’s why you’ll perform for us first, to dump some of that load in your balls. It will give you an advantage. And Darcy, being a female, well…. She’s a female. To give you even more advantage, Darcy will apply a sensitizing agent to her pussy. All of this should put you both on equal footing.” The women in the audience were now cheering and yelling, working themselves into a sexual frenzy. It was apparent that they had all seen this show before and were eager to watch the event. They were all sitting on the edge of their seats. 

“The first one to cum loses that round. After a brief rest, you will go for round two. We use to have three rounds, but found that it got boring since it took forever for the male to cum a third time. Almost all the males that have fought here have been defeated in all rounds. We’ve only had one male that could make a female cum, and that was only once.” By now the women in the audience were almost out of control. They were demanding for the show to begin. They wanted sex.

“And, Darcy has never been defeated. After the performance, you will be given to the highest bidder, for her own private entertainment, whatever she may want of you.” The Mistress just stood there smiling. She knew already who the highest bidder was. There was no high bidder. She would take Ross to her bedroom for the remainder of the evening. 

“So, should we begin the show?” the Mistress asked the crowd. They were all in a sexual frenzy now. 

“Now your performance begins,” she said, looking at Ross as she retreated back into the shadows of the dark room. Ross just sat there; kneeling on the floor, not sure of what he was suppose to do. The women started yelling at him, telling him to strip, to play with it, to rub it, to jerk off. They were all yelling at him, an excitement filling the air as he sat there. He could feel the blood run to his face, making him feel more embarrassed. He was feeling the humiliation, especially in his genitals. There was no arousal in him at all.

“Take it off. Show us your cock,” yelled one woman. 

“Spread your legs, rub those balls,” yelled another woman.

“Loose those balls, show us your seed,” another woman yelled from the darkness. Ross just sat there on his haunches, watching what he could see in the dimly lit audience. 

“Maybe Ross needs some help, some instructions. Ross, spread your legs apart and take off the chain mail. Show the ladies what you have between your legs. It’s not like they haven’t seen it before.” Ross’ face flushed brightly. He was mortified at the aspect of having to perform in front of so many women. He had been in this situation before, but only with one or two women watching him. All of these women were yelling at him to do things to himself. They wanted to watch him play with his own cock, with his own hands. “Ross, spread your legs and take off the chain mail,” the Mistress said in a harder voice. 

Slowly, Ross spread his knees apart till they were uncomfortably spread. He reached around behind his back and undid the clasp that held the center chain to the back chain. He knew he was soft. He didn’t feel any arousal. It was almost as if there was no blood flow to his cock. Undoing the chain’s clasp, he let it drop down between his legs. He immediately could feel his ball sack drop down, no longer contained in the tight chain mail. 

“Do it, now you male pig,” one of the women yelled at him. Ross reached between his legs and pulled the center chain out in front of him. He then undid one of the hip clasps and slowly let it fall down his thigh. Immediately the chain mail fell from his trapped organs, falling to the floor. His cock and balls were now free, hanging out in front of him, totally exposed. There were several oohs and ahhh’s. There were also several comments from women indicating that they were either grossed out of shocked at his genitals. Some of them didn’t like his looks. One woman even used the old male joke about ‘more than a mouthful is a waste’, referring to a woman’s breasts. He was bulging out hugely, but not aroused or hard. He wasn’t even feeling aroused. His cock hung limply between his thighs. But to the excited audience, they could see the thickness of it and the immense size of his balls. Heather’s earlier pumping of his organs, gave him a huge plump look. 

“Go ahead Ross, prepare you manhood for my guests. Darcy will be playing with it soon enough,” the Mistress said, watching his cock for any signs of hardening. Ross sat there, back on his haunches. His legs were spread uncomfortably wide, his balls hanging down almost to the carpet. His cock was hugely fat, the foreskin rolled heavily over the head. It was so fleshy that it barely looked like any thing sexual, just a lot of flesh. 

“Play with it, make it do something,” one exasperated woman yelled at him. Some of the women were standing up, one even threw a wadded up napkin at him. 

“I think he’s impotent,” one woman laughed out loud. “It takes all of his blood flow just to keep those balls alive,” she said, everyone around her laughing. 

None of this was helping Ross. He just sat there, his hands resting on his spread thighs. 

“Rub it. Make it hard. Show us what’s in those melons,” another woman yelled at him. 

“You’re an entertainment slave, so entertain us,” the Mistress yelled at him. “Work it or be punished,” she said. 

“He is impotent. He can’t get it up,” another woman yelled from the shadows.

“I’ll play with it, I think it’s a gorgeous cock,” a young voice called out.

“He can stick that meat in me, anytime,” came a voice on the other side of the audience.

Ross slowly reached between his legs and began to slowly rub the swollen but very soft cock. He tried rubbing it softly, feeling his arousal level beginning to go up. But with all the women watching him and cheering, he found it hard to get it up. He brought his other hand down between his outstretched thighs and pulled one ball out in front of him. Slowly massaging it, he could feel his cock slowly begin to swell. He was a long way from being hard. The head was beginning to swell nicely, but the shaft was still too soft, giving his cock a floppy thick appearance.

“Let Morgan help him, she was teasing him earlier,” one woman yelled from the group. Morgan immediately ducked her head, again feeling her embarrassment. She didn’t want the entire group to know about her earlier indiscretion. 

“Yea, get Morgan to help him. He looks like he needs it,” another one yelled. 

“Morgan, where are you. Can you help him?” the Mistress called out. She was looking around the room, trying to find Morgan in the group. She was also laughing, having known Morgan for a long time. She knew that Morgan had not ‘indulged’ in any of the activities, except for one time when she was observed masturbating in a dark corner. It was a very rare occasion and they had made fun of her on that occasion. She had been humiliated then. It was apparent that everyone had heard about Morgan and Ross in the other room. 

“I don’t know if I can help him,” came the soft response from a dark area. Morgan was sitting back in a corner, mesmerized as she watched Ross’ hands working the soft cock. Even thought he was soft, she was more than wet, thinking of what had happened in the other room. Just the site of him, legs spread, working his cock, made her even wetter. 

“He was throbbing and twitching in the waiting room, when I saw Morgan with him earlier,” came a voice from the shadows. 

“Morgan, get out there. Maybe you can help him out. It looks like he needs it.” It wasn’t a request; it was an order from the Mistress. She slowly rose from her pillows and made her way to the arena, her head down in embarrassment. She was more than embarrassed. She had quietly existed in this openly sexual group, enjoying herself only in private. Now they were demanding that she play publicly, like they did. She walked out into the arena. She could feel the heavy wetness beginning to push out from her tightly pursed vaginal lips. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” she said, almost in a whisper to Ross. He was still struggling with a slowly growing cock, his hand rolling the foreskin back and forth, and his other hand working the bloated ball. He was getting harder, but not fast enough for the women in the audience. 

“Help him Morgan,” came a cry from the audience. “Looks like he’s really needing it.”

Morgan stood in front of Ross for a moment, her gown open enough to expose that gorgeous thigh again. His eyes traveled the length of her thigh, following it up to where it disappeared under her gown. It was more than enough to get a surge of blood flowing into his cock. Immediately it started to grow in his hand. He was more than embarrassed, but Morgan was quickly easing that feeling from him. He concentrated on her and her thigh. 

“Relax, let me do you,” she said, whispering to him. She had suddenly gotten a lot more nerve than a few moments before. She knelt down to his side, pulling the gown away from her. To keep from kneeling on the gown, she pulled it to her side, almost up to her waist. The entire length of her legs was exposed to Ross. He was quickly getting harder. The way that the gown parted allowed him to see a tiny bit of white skin where her bikini tan line was. It was now his turn to be mesmerized.

“You’re getting bigger,” she breathed, leaning closer to him. She was now kneeling beside him, reaching across his body to softly take his cock in her hand. She was now holding what she had tried to get to, earlier. There was no chain mail now, just the smooth thickening skin of his cock. He was quickly getting wetter, drops of pre-cum starting to fall from the still covered cock head. The foreskin hung tightly around the head, slowly pulling back as his cock expanded and lengthened. She began to slowly rub it, a soft grasp on him. Immediately he moaned as she began to stroke him. The audience loved it, their yells and cheers getting louder as they watched. He was still embarrassed, but his arousal was coming up in leaps and bounds. 

Morgan was a virgin. She had been with very young men, but it had been years ago just before the laws changed. Even then there had been very little arousal to it, mostly just for their pleasure. But now, she was holding something that she felt aroused by. The more she stroked it, the more her arousal took hold of her. She could feel herself beginning to gush warm thick fluid in her pussy. It was more than she had ever felt before. She loved the feeling of what she was doing and what it was doing to her. 

“Ummm,” came a low groan from Ross as his head tilted back, his eyes closed. He was now rock hard. His other hand was still rolling the huge ball around inside the sack, massaging it, coaxing it to release. The effect she was having on him, only caused her to become more aroused. She could feel her nipples pushing out hard against her gown. She wanted to do more, but the entire audience was watching and egging her on. She was embarrassed but she couldn’t stop what was feeling so good to her. For the first time, she could feel her clit swell, hot and thick. The feeling of the swollen thing in her hand was more than she had ever felt before. She wanted to cum as much as she wanted him to cum. 

“Mount him, Morgan,” came a request from the crowd. In this extreme sexual environment with all of it’s players and voyeurs, Morgan could have easily pushed him down to the floor and climbed onto him, but she didn’t dare. She wanted to, barely holding back from the impulse to go ahead. His cock felt so good just in her hand, she couldn’t imagine what it would be like, buried deep inside of her. 

Ross was beginning to breath hard. His breathing only made the women in the audience get louder and more boisterous. Some of them were yelling to let Ross fuck Morgan, or to make Morgan suck Ross off. Others were just yelling to pump it, to rub it, to make him shoot his load. They wanted to see it pumping out. Morgan continued her soft stroking, knowing that he was getting very close to orgasm. His knees had spread out farther, giving both of their hands more room to work. Even she could feel his cock begin to twitch. Pre-cum was beginning to almost run from the flared swollen cock head. The audience was more than familiar with the male anatomy, seeing that the mouth of his cock was gaping open and dripping large amounts of clear fluid. They knew he was almost there. 

“Stop Morgan!” came an order from the Mistress. The entire room held its breath. The Mistress wanted Morgan to stop. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order. Both Morgan and Ross stopped; their eyes open wide, her hand frozen in mid stroke. His cock was actually twitching in her hand. Her fingers were gooey from his pre-cum. He would have began spurting any second, but now he was frozen, seconds away from what the audience wanted. Even the audience was shocked, waiting of the inevitable. 




The New Slave Ch. 20



“Ross is here to entertain us, not Morgan. Morgan, you did very well my dear. You can go back to your seat. Ross is to finish himself. He knows his body better than anyone else,” she said, her eyes glued to the twitching cock in Morgan’s hand. She slowly let go of him, her fingers actually dripping with his pre-cum. Some of the audience could see this and were just more entranced, wanting to see her finish him. Slowly, Morgan got up and moved back to her dark corner, her head down, disappointed and still embarrassed. 

“Finish yourself Ross, we’re all waiting to see it,” the Mistress said, a slight arrogance to her voice. She was having fun, just controlling him. It wasn’t as much a sexual delight as it was a matter of the control over him. The Mistress was abundantly wet. She was anticipating what she would be doing to him later in the evening. 

By now the audience of women were in a sexual frenzy. They were demanding sex, having just watched Morgan successfully bring him to the point of throbbing and dripping large amounts of pre-cum. His cock was huge, bobbing and twitching, the dorsal vein sticking out prominently. That alone signaled an excess blood flow to his genitals. He was on the verge of cumming and they wanted to see the sperm flowing.

He knew this. If they wanted a show, he was going to give it to them. And it would help him in the upcoming event.

Ross was so close to cumming that he had to hold onto his outstretched thighs, grasping them tight to control the spasms in his groin. By flexing and holding his PC muscle, he could somewhat control his cock, to a point. He was very aware of that point.

As he felt the spasms die down, he waited a moment, and then looked into the crowd, watching the women as they watched him and cheered him on. He could see Morgan in the shadows, alone, her gown flowing down between her shapely thighs. One of her hands was hidden under the gown, no one paying any attention to her now. She too was aroused and close to orgasm. Like the other women in the audience, she was waiting to see him finish himself. 

As his arousal level went down, he reached down between his thighs and softly grasped the thick organ. He began to slowly rub it, pulling the foreskin all the way over the head tightly, and then pulling it back tight to his pubic bone. He could control his orgasm in this manner, with slow stroking. His other hand reached down between his thighs and grasped his left ball. Slowly pulling the stretchy sack downward, he extended it to the point that it looked painful. Even though already a huge sack, the act of stretching it out from his body gave it the appearance of being unbelievably huge. He could hear women in the audience gasp. 

What he was doing was a process known to veterinarians as ‘milting’. It was an old procedure in which a vet would take sperm samples from a horse or bull. There was no orgasm to it, but his balls would expel small amounts of sperm. It was pleasurable, but nowhere near as pleasurable as a full-blown orgasm. It was what the doctor had done to him on the first day he was at the facility. She had referred to it as testicular stimulation, or testicular orgasm. But it wasn’t orgasm. If he did it right, he would expel sperm, but not orgasm. He could fake the orgasm part, making the audience think he had cum. By doing this, he could keep his arousal level high enough to keep him hard, but low enough to keep him from cumming too quickly. He had a feeling that he would need to orgasm as the night wore on.

He continued rubbing himself, the audience chanting “cum, cum, cum.” As the audience watched, he continued to slowly rub himself. His left hand grasped the oversized left ball. So that they could see him, he placed his hand back, closer to his body, and allowed his fingers to probe deep into his sack. There, his thumb and middle finger pushed deep and hard into the mushy sack. Near the top of the huge testicle, he could feel the thick chords and tubes that stored and carried the sperm to his cock. He began to prod and manipulate the huge tube. He squeezed it, moving his fingers slightly until he felt that small spot that would produce a favorable result. The Mistress was right, that only he knew his body, better than anyone else. Once he felt that spot, he manipulated it till he felt that funny little twinge, then an immediate popping sensation in his ball. It was a feeling that spread outward from his sack, up into his stomach and down into his thighs. 

“Ahhhhhhh,” he cried out loud, knowing that all of the audience could hear him. He jerked his head back, moaning. He was already in a pant, his other hand still rubbing the rock hard cock. Almost immediately, and on cue, a large amount of sperm shot from the tip of his cock. He immediately let go of the spasming cock, allowing the sperm to spurt out of him. By knowing when to let go of his cock and when to reapply pressure to the large tube, he could continue to mimic an orgasm. His cock was twitching, cum still dripping in long creamy rivulets from his cock head. He moaned, he panted, he writhed. On the floor in front of him was an obvious puddle of his creamy ball milk. The amount was small for him, but more than an average male’s orgasm. 

“Ahhhhhhh,” another long moan came from him. This time he looked into the audience, finding Morgan. He could see her hand frantically moving between her thighs. He smiled at her, knowing that she could see him. His hand grasped his cock again and began to rub hard. Having expelled such an amount of sperm, he was almost immediately less aroused. He was hard, but not wanting to cum like he was a minute before. Faking it again, he waited to the right moment and allowed his thumb and middle finger to begin stimulating the huge tube. Within seconds he felt that same feeling as a large amount of sperm pumped out his twitching cock. The crowd was going crazy, some of them yelling, others staring in silence as he faked multi orgasmic talents. His cock was still rock hard. 

“Unnnggghhh, Unnnggghhh,” was the only sounds coming from him as he bent over, as if exhausted. Still in a pant, he had relaxed the grip on the tube in his ball sack, his cock sticking out with globs of sperm dripping from the head. The puddle in front of him had grown larger, a huge amount of sperm for any man. He immediately threw back his head and began to pant harder, his right hand furiously pumping the still hard cock. At the correct moment, he began the stimulation to the sensitive tube, causing him to again pump out a large amount of the creamy thick male goo. The audience couldn’t believe it. To them, they thought that he had cum three times. Half of them were silent, staring at him, wondering. The other half was yelling for him to cum more. Morgan rested in a tired heap, in her chair in the dark. 

After the 3rd orgasm simulation, he dropped his head and slumped forward, as if totally exhausted. His entire body shook as he sat there, his head down, sperm dripping from the now softening cock. It was a trick that he had used when he was an entertainment slave. On nights that he knew he was to perform, he would extract large amounts of sperm from himself, dropping his arousal level so low that he would get hard, but lost most of his desire to cum. He could normally go all night in this manner. The audience had believe it, amazed at him cumming so much and so often. They were all cheering at ‘his performance’. Even the female slaves were standing and staring, their mouths agape as they watched him shoot. 

Ross finally slumped forward enough that he tilted over and lay on the floor. He lay there, breathing hard, heaving and shaking, allowing his cock to soften for the full act. 

“Now that was a performance,” the Mistress said as she stood up. She walked out into the arena and next to Ross, still lying on the floor. She was clapping as she walked up to him. She knelt down and took a close look at the large puddle of sperm on the carpet. She motioned for a female slave to come over, no doubt as to her cleaning up the mess on the floor. 

“We’ll let him rest and then he will begin his first appearance in the arena, with Darcy,” the Mistress said, her eyes on the softening cock still sticking out thickly from him. It was thick and coated in white goo. There was no doubt in her mind that she had just witnessed a male have three orgasms. She was amazed. Ross just lay there moaning. 

The mistress motioned for two of the female slaves to come over and help Ross. They quickly moved into the arena and helped him up, holding him while they put fluids to his lips for him to drink. By then his cock was flopping around between his legs, fully soft. Even the servant girls were mesmerized by the thickness, their eyes glued to it as it flopped from thigh to thigh. There was pre-cum and sperm all over his thighs and hands. The Mistress made sure that the slaves cleaned him up, getting him ready for the main event. 

Darcy stood in the shadows, watching. She couldn’t wait for her chance to fight the new slave. She knew that she would hurt those huge balls. She wanted it.



The New Slave Ch. 21



Chapter 21: Darcy and the Arena

Ross was helped out of the arena by two of the female slaves. At one point he was afraid that he might sexually respond to the barely clothed, very young and very attractive slaves. Since their job was to help him, they were actually concerned about him, helping him up, giving him nourishment, supporting him, and eventually removing him from the arena. It was obvious to Ross that both of the two were slaves to the arena, meaning that they were there to do anything that a guest wanted. Neither of the two wore anything under the Roman short dress. They couldn't move without their pussy or breasts being exposed. Their purpose was literally, for anything that a guest wanted, including their own bodies. They were to give whatever was asked or demanded of them. They were both very timid and shy creatures, but extremely attractive. He felt sorry for them, imagining what must be demanded of them on a regular basis.

The two slaves took Ross to a side room where he was locked in. There, they gave him drinks and continuously rubbed his back, shoulders and chest, as if they were fight trainers. He would have laughed out loud if it weren't for the fact that they seemed sincerely concerned about him. One of them even checked his cock, feeling it, examining it for any injury. He had concentrate in order to not become erect during her exam. Even after hearing the Mistress' speech, he still wasn't sure what was going to happen? One thing that he was not aware of was that the two female slaves were there to make sure he did not masturbate himself, prior to the arena. 

It was only about 20 minutes till there was a knock at the door and one of the guests came in. She announced to Ross that it was time for him to enter the arena, while her eyes closely took in his enlarged cock and balls. She had watched from her vantage point in the audience, but now she was getting a real close up view of his sex. Again, he concentrated to keep from growing erect. She was very friendly and it was obvious that she wanted to play with what she thought was a spent cock. He had only cum once, there was plenty left inside of him. Ross wasn't sure if that was an advantage or a disadvantage. 

Ross was lead to the edge of the arena where he saw Darcy. She was already in the arena, obviously a crowd favorite. He could hear the audience cheering when she entered the arena, even from his 'resting' room. As he was lead into the arena he was surprised to see Darcy, erotically applying some type of salve to her already inflamed pussy lips. She was completely nude, the shiny salve smeared all around her thickened lips. It seemed that she was more than enjoying the application of the 'sensitizing' agent to her vagina. Supposedly, this salve would put her on equal footing, making her more capable of cumming. To Ross, it appeared that she had been having sex, prior to entering the arena. Her nipples were huge and erect, her pussy lips standing out, as if stretched. Both her nipples and pussy looked engorged and irritated, her pussy slightly gaping open. It was an arousing sight, for both Ross and the audience.

"We want to make sure that everything is fair for both of our sexual combatants. I need two volunteers to help out. How about Morgan, she seemed to do such an excellent job before?" The Mistress said, walking out of the shadows. The women all started trying to volunteer, yelling at the same time, motioning to the Mistress. Some of the women were yelling at Morgan to go into the arena. She was hesitant but she was already to her feet, wanting to go. She was even smiling. After some coaching, she headed to the arena. The Mistress picked another very attractive female, one that had earlier been receiving a lot of attention from her female friend. Both rushed to the arena.

"To make sure that both of our combatants are 'prepared'," the Mistress said, slowly pronouncing the word prepared, "I think that we might help them get into the spirit of the event." 

Darcy had been here many times before. She immediately went to a chaise lounge and lay back on it, her legs spread wide and hanging to both sides of the chair, her feet firmly planted on the floor. She was anxious and more than ready to begin. Ross didn't know what to expect, standing in the arena waiting. One of the women in the audience jumped up and went to him, leading him over to a large oversized chair. She pushed him down into the chair and gently spread his legs apart. 

"Ladies..." the Mistress said, as if everyone knew what to do. Morgan immediately headed over to where Ross was seated, kneeling down in front of him. It was obvious that she was quickly getting over her shyness. The other volunteer went over to the opposite side of the arena, kneeling down next to the reclining Darcy. Both of them just sat there, waiting for the Mistress.

"You may begin," the Mistress said loudly. Immediately, Morgan moved in closer to Ross and looked up at him, smiling. She then gently grasped his soft cock and moved her head closer to his genitals. Opening wide, she gently sucked him into her warm wet mouth and begin sucking him. The other volunteer chose a different method, using her fingers to quickly masturbate Darcy. Darcy sat, staring at Ross, a mean grin on her face. Within a few moments, her head tilted back as she let out a long moan. The woman working between her legs was using her fingers to quickly stimulate Darcy's already swollen clit. It obviously was very effective on Darcy as she began to breath hard and enjoy the sensations. Her legs were tightening up as her hands tightly gripped the edges of the lounge chair. 

Ross was beginning to feel the same sensations as his cock quickly pumped up inside of Morgan's mouth. Even inexperienced, she was expertly sucking on his cock head as her tongue swirled around the sensitive knob. He was already oozing a lot of pre-cum. For someone that had never done this before, Morgan was expertly putting him near orgasm. 

Ross had his doubts about the 'salve' that Darcy was applying to herself, but it was quickly becoming obvious that she was about to cum. Her legs were shaking, she was panting, and a slight sheen of perspiration was beginning to appear on her overly large breasts. Her nipples couldn't get any harder than they already were. She was actually about to cum. If not for the Mistress stopping her, Darcy would have laid back and enjoyed a very powerful orgasm. The salve seemed to be very effective. 

"Both of you stop. You're both doing excellent but we don't want them to cum, at least not yet," the Mistress said, watching the erotic scene unfolding before her. Both Morgan and the other woman stopped and slowly sat up, a disappointed look on both of their faces. Ross was rock hard, his cock oozing a steady stream of pre-cum, his balls drawn up showing how close he was to cumming. Darcy lay on the lounge for several moments, her body shaking slightly, lost in her own delights. 

"If everyone is ready, then we should let them begin," was all that Ross heard as he sat up, his cock bobbing between his shaky thighs. Darcy slowly got up and immediately crouched into a fighting stance, her hands up in a defensive martial arts type of position. Even as an adversary, she still looked incredibly erotic. He still wasn't sure of what was expected of him. He couldn't help but notice the thick fluid that coated Darcy's vaginal area. She was sopping wet. 

"Fight," was all that the Mistress said. She had no sooner said the word when Darcy sprung several feet forward, planting a kick directly at Ross' head. There was now no doubt that the fight was serious. He moved back and crouched, his cock sticking out in front of him as he tried to defend himself. Darcy immediately kicked again, quickly, this time from a different stance. Again he ducked back, almost being hit in the right temple. She was fast. Based on what Ross was seeing, she had received some type of training, either police or military. She wasn't playing around. If she had connected with either kick, he would have been injured. 

Strangely, Ross found the entire thing very arousing. When he first entered law enforcement, he had been literally beaten up by women. After the third time he got put into the hospital, by a female, he changed his thinking about fighting a woman. Before, he had tried to 'restrain' the combative female, trying to avoid touching her in any of those intimate spots. After all, he was a gentleman. After three times in the hospital, he changed. He now had no qualms in fighting a woman. In the past it had been a matter of survival. On this occasion, it was a sexual fight. This aroused him.

It was obvious to Ross that Darcy was serious and wanting to hurt him. It was also obvious that she had done this before and was more than enjoying the fight. She was also in an obvious state of arousal. Her wetness was obvious on the tops of her thighs. Apparently the salve made a difference in her arousal. She suddenly lunged at him again, this time faking a kick to his head as she came back around sweeping his legs out from under him. As he hit the floor hard, she immediately moved sideways and stomped where his head had just been. Moving quickly, he got to his feet and moved out of her kick range. She was grinning at him, knowing that he would tire before she did. 

Ross was tiring quickly. His previous fighting enforcement had been limited to a hard 30 second to one-minute burst of energy that was all out. This fight was more like a boxing match, moving and ducking, flanking and defensive moves. She was in shape, and he was not. Sex is not exactly an aerobic exercise. His movements to avoid her were quickly tiring him.

Darcy moved back away from him. The insides of her upper thighs were actually gooey from her own juices. Ross was amazed that she could be so aggressive while at the same time so aroused. She was trying to take his head off with her kicks. He knew that if he could ever get close to her and grab her, he could do a lot of damage to her. He wasn't sure what kind of damage he would do to her. He wasn't mad at her or in the mood to hurt her. 

Darcy danced around, moving in and out, ducking and weaving, trying to draw him into swinging at her. She stopped her movement for a moment, standing straight up. Ross relaxed for a moment, just prior to her moving into a really fast round house kick. He tried to block the move, but she landed it squarely on his elbow, bicep, and shoulder. He winced as he felt his entire side go numb. It felt as if he had hit by a truck. Had she connected like she intended, she would have busted at least half of his left side ribs. 

Ross dropped back in pain. She only grinned as she danced around, bouncing from one position to another. She suddenly let loose with a flurry of kicks at his face, gradually moving in closer and closer. He blocked all of them. As the last kick was deflected near his face, she stepped in close and dropped both hands to her sides, behind her. As she stepped in even closer, her right hand moved out fast, a straight punch to his genitals. Her fist landed squarely into his cock, forcing it back and smashing his balls into his closed thighs. He doubled over in pain, not so much to the balls, but his battered cock. As he tried to move backwards, she stepped in close and landed several hard and fast punches to his cock. Since he was still hard, she was literally knocking his cock all around his thighs. It was bouncing off his thighs and flopping around hard. The audience loved it. They were all screaming and yelling, most for Darcy, but a few for Ross. They were in a sexual frenzy, wanting to see sex but demanding it be delivered in a very rough fashion. 

"Ummmppphhh," was the only sound coming from Ross as she delivered the hard blows. Even the audience could see the pre-cum splattering from his battered cock as she continued the punches to the hard organ. As he struggled to move away from her, she stepped back, taunting him. She glanced at her pre-cum covered fists and smiled, licking the clear fluid from her hands. She laughed. She then began to move in for more. 

Ross was out of breath as she faked one way, a kick barely missing his solar plexus. As he stepped out of her way, she spun and came back around, delivering one powerful kick to his crotch. This time his thighs were close enough together that the huge sack didn't have anywhere to go. She kicked so hard that several women in the audience later said that they could actually see the separation of each ball. Her foot firmly planted into his cock, driving it backwards. With nowhere to go, each ball was knocked outward stretching the thin walls of his sack to the limits. For a brief moment, each ball was suspended in the sack, forced outward unbelievably. He immediately dropped to his knees.

"Ummm, baby that felt great to me. I can see you're hard, but you sure felt soft just then," Darcy whispered to him. "Those mushy balls are gonna be so easy to pop. I'm going to show you what a real orgasm is." She slowly moved around him. His balls were injured, but not like the normal male. Unbelievably, his cock had only softened a little. He still looked huge as it stuck out in front of him. 

"I'm gonna feed you your own cum. I'm going to milk those bags like no one has ever done you. Just relax baby, this will only take a few seconds. I'm going to show you what's inside those fleshy melons," she said as she took a deep breath. He was barely listening as he tried to get to his feet. On his knees, he knew how vulnerable he was. He wasn't fast enough. 

Darcy dropped to the floor, her hips moving quickly as her legs kicked outward toward Ross' head. But instead of kicking him, her legs moved outward and around his neck. As they wrapped around his neck, she fully extended her body, stretching out as she fell back to the floor. With her thighs around his neck, her body extension dropped him immediately to the floor. She had a death grip around his neck, using her leg strength. She made sure that her pussy was far enough away from his mouth. She twisted to her side, forcing him to roll onto his back. He grabbed at her legs, trying to pry her thighs from his neck. The more he grabbed, the tighter she flexed her muscular thighs. 

"Don't fight it baby... you're gonna cum hard. You know you've lost this round. Just relax and I'll make those balls pump like you've never felt them," she said laughing. She was enjoying every minute of this. Ross wasn't. He continued tearing at her thighs, trying to loosen the grip on him. He couldn't. She shifted her weight around, forcing her thighs tighter around his neck. She now had him flat on his back. She was laying in such a way that she could move her head easily and reach his cock with her mouth. She glanced up at the audience and smiled, then quickly ducked her head toward his crotch. She did a quick lick of his cock, like a lollipop. Surprisingly, he was about half hard, but thick and floppy. The pre-cum was pouring out of the head. 

They were wrapped in a position similar to a 69 position, except that she was on her side, lying tightly against his side. Her lower thighs were around his neck, flexing. From this position, both of her hands were free. He was trying to get loose from her but the more he resisted, the tighter she squeezed. When he couldn't get enough air, he stopped struggling. As soon as he stopped, she would ease up on the pressure around his neck. If he began to fight her, she would just squeeze her thighs together. 

"There big boy, just relax. If you stop fighting, I'll be nice to you. If you struggle, I'll make you sorry. Besides, all I'm going to do is play with those fleshy toys. You're going to feel so good in a few moments," she said, her face only inches away from his now thickening cock. She was watching his cock closely, as if examining it. Even the audience could see that he was quickly swelling up. The pre-cum was oozing like mad from the gaping mouth, running all over the foreskin and shaft. Darcy gave it another quick lick, and then grinned at the audience. 

"Have you ever noticed that older males taste good, where as younger males are so strong and potent? Must be the sperm count," she said, laughing out loud. "Let's see what's inside those juicy cum bags." She leaned over and put her mouth around the now fully erect cock and sucked in. She was sucking so hard that the foreskin literally popped into her mouth. She began to suck like a little baby, suckling at its mother's nipple. Ross' hips immediately thrust outward, pushing further into her mouth. 

"Ummm, he's good. I think there's enough here for the entire room," she said laughing, pre-cum smeared all around her mouth. "I bet that he's a gusher," she said, her eyes now examining him again. For unknown reasons, she enjoyed watching close up, what her hands could do to a male. She quickly put her mouth back over his cock head and foreskin, continuing to suck hard. His hips were beginning to thrust and his breathing was becoming erratic. She continued sucking hard on him. Once his thighs and stomach tightened up hard, she immediately pulled her mouth away from the quivering cock. 
 "Does anyone want to see what's inside of these," she said, laughing. Using her left hand, she pushed his cock over, flat against his stomach, to get it out of the way. Her head bobbed down to his crotch where her mouth opened wide against the soft sack of balls. She placed her mouth against the sack and sucked in hard. There was obvious plop in the sack as she sucked the one ball completely into her mouth. Ross' body jerked hard as she sucked him into her mouth. It would barely fit in her mouth, but she was sucking it hard, her tongue and mouth rhythmically working it.

His entire body was shaking as she continued the oral assault on him. Her left hand was keeping a grip on his cock, to let her know if he was going soft. As she felt him begin to soften, she stopped sucking, her head popping up and watching as her left hand began to jerk his cock hard. He would quickly begin to harden to the point where her mouth would again take over sucking on the swollen ball. As he softened, the sucking would stop and her hand would begin again. This went on for several minutes till his body tensed up hard. She knew that he was about to cum. She didn't want to just jack him off. What she was doing was a show, an event. She wanted him to explode for all of the audience to see. 

"Does anyone want to see me pop his nuts?" she asked, yelling at the frenzied crowd. They were all up from their seats, having moved closer to the arena to watch. They were all chanting "cum, cum, cum" over and over. Morgan was about the only one that wasn't yelling. She was more than aroused, watching Ross' body as he was prepared to unload. 

Darcy again engulfed the ball that barely fit in her mouth, sucking hard. Sensing that he was close, she would tighten her grip on his neck, choking off his air supply. By this time, Ross' focus was more on survival than it was on sex. She would tighten her grip till he was almost choking, his cock growing soft in her hand. She would then loosen the grip in her thighs and turn her attention to his cock. The crowd was frenzied, chanting and yelling. Darcy knew that it was time for her to win round one.

"Want to see a gusher?" she yelled at the nearby crowd of aroused women. "Should I milk him out," she yelled, getting a multitude of affirmative responses. Sensing that it was the right time, she turned her attention back to the almost hard cock. She reached under his thighs with her right hand and grasped what she could of his ball sack. Squeezing hard, his body jerked upright as the pain shot through his balls. She grasped his cock about half way down the shaft and began to furiously jerk it. She was pulling it so hard that his foreskin was stretching way out over his cock head. She would then pull the foreskin back down, almost to his pubic bone, jerking it hard. There was so much pre-cum on him and her hands that the sloshy sounds could be heard all the way across the room. Her hand kept jacking him while her other hand tried to turn his balls into mush. His entire body was jerking and thrusting, unable to avoid the inevitable burst that was about to occur in his balls. 




The New Slave Ch. 21



Her eyes were watching closely what her hands were doing. Darcy was cruel and enjoyed 'forcing' males to cum. She knew that to some degree it was pleasurable, but in the long run, she made them suffer in return for a brief moment of pleasure. Her hand was furiously jerking his rock hard cock, the head swollen and purple just from her abuse of him. The muscles in her arm, all the way to her shoulder were jerking, showing the amount of force she was exerting on his already battered balls. She knew that he would literally explode in seconds. 

She released her grip on his neck just enough that he could get plenty of air. He would need it when she forced his sexual release. She knew that she could force him to cum harder than anything he was use to. The women in the room had witnessed Darcy make males cum in such huge amounts that everyone agreed that it was record breaking. Her hand continued to pump the quivering cock. His balls were literally churning under her rhythmic squeezes. She was torturing his balls but she was also creating a rhythm that would enable him to pump out more than the average amount. She wanted to make it a good show, for her Mistress' friends. 

"Unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh," were the only gurgled sounds coming from Ross. His pelvis jerked hard, as his hips thrust out hard. His butt came completely off the floor, forcing Darcy to hold on tight to the spasming balls. Her other hand continued to jerk him hard. She moved her head back away from his body, knowing that he was about to forcefully unload both balls. Everyone heard him gasp hard as the first huge gush of cream shot from the head of his cock. Under pressure from her handiwork, the stream must have gone 4 or 5 feet into the air. The audience went crazy. The first gush went into the air and came down hard, literally splashing onto Darcy's arms and all over Ross. A second gush shot out of him, almost as high as the first, spewing all over due to the swelling in his cock head. After the first two shots, more and more of the white goo poured out of him, flowing freely over Darcy's hands and onto the floor. The mess was everywhere. Even some of the women that were standing too close had globs of him on them. 

"There you go, good boy. Come on, empty out those mushy bags. Push baby, push, get it all out. It doesn't do you any good having all that goo in you," Darcy said, her eyes glued to her hand still jerking him. She looked mesmerized, her eyes glazed as she stared at what she was doing to him. Sperm was still pouring out of the flared head. The amount was unbelievable. Both of them were covered in sticky white goo. There was so much that most of the room could smell the heavy scent of the abundant sperm. He was still gasping, trying to catch his breath, his cock still twitching and pumping in her hand. Her other hand was still squeezing and releasing the trapped ball in her hand. She was literally milking him. He could do nothing till she decided to stop. 

Within a few moments Darcy seemed to snap back to reality. She suddenly blinked several times and sat up, releasing her grip on his softening cock. Her other hand released the battered, but no longer bloated ball. She quickly released her thigh muscles, allowing Ross the ability to move his head around. She spread her legs, opening them and allowing Ross to roll free from her. She seemed dazed, almost as if she was unaware of where she was. She looked around the room, and then slowly smiled. Ross just rolled over, barely conscious, sperm still flowing from his cock head. He could barely move.

"Ok, was that as good for you as it was for me?" Darcy yelled at the frenzied women. They were all excited, some coming up into the arena for a closer look at the sperm covered male. Some openly had their hands busied under their gowns, obviously more than aroused at what they had just witnessed. Darcy was more than aroused. When she stood up, it was obvious to the other women, the amount of her own juices flowing down her thighs. She was sopping wet. 

"Once again, I'm victorious. Still undefeated. Is there any puny male that can beat me?" she said, almost dancing around Ross' prone body. He was conscious, but obviously spent. The amount of sperm was unbelievable. Some of the women were still closely gathered around Ross, some even playing with the huge globs covering his stomach and thighs. 

Morgan still sat in the dark, very aroused. Her hand was under her gown, moving quickly as her fingers brought her to a second orgasm. In the darkness she was very aroused by what she had seen. Even though it was another woman that got to enjoy Ross, she enjoyed watching. She knew then that she would be enjoying him someday soon. Being a virgin, she was trying to imagine what it would be like to have Ross in her bed. She knew that she would. 

The Mistress just stood back from the crowd, also aroused. She was dripping from her own juices that were leaking from her. In very short time, she would feel Ross' cock sliding in and out of her, if Darcy didn't damage him in the process. All of what Darcy was doing to him just aided her later, which would force him to last longer. As she liked to say, "No muss, no fuss." And this was only round one. Hopefully he would survive another round.

"Round one to Darcy," the Mistress announced to the audience. Her eyes were glued to the sticky mess all over Darcy and Ross.



The New Slave Ch. 22



Chapter 22, Round Two

Ross was barely conscious. With the help of two slaves, he was able to sit up. His cock was almost numb but he could still feel the hard twitches, making him wonder if there was nerve damage to his cock. His balls ached badly. He could also tell, without looking that the left ball was very swollen. Even he was shocked at the amount of sperm that covered him. The carpet was splattered in his creamy milk. A lot of the women were standing around him, marveling at the amount that saturated him and the carpet. The rest of the women were still up in the darkness, enjoying themselves or one another. 

“Are you ok?” Mistress Francesca asked Ross, standing over him. She looked somewhat concerned. She had seen Darcy in the arena before and knew that she had badly hurt males on occasion. 

“I think I’m ok,” he replied, unsure of himself. He was still somewhat dazed and his breathing was almost back to normal, after the super intense orgasm. It had felt good but not at the expense he had paid. Even the two female slaves looked concerned, their eyes trained on his cock and huge balls. They were also very aroused. One sat on her knees behind him, supporting him as he sat upright. The other one was to his side, her hands on his chest. Sitting as they were, each of their tender bodies was fully exposed to him. The one in front gently bathed his soft but thick cock with warm water, to clean him. 

“Well, rest for now. We’ll begin round two shortly,” she looked at him seriously. “Darcy has never been defeated, I was hoping that you might be a first. It gets rather boring watching her defeat each and every male that I bring in.” The Mistress owned Darcy, but she also wished for some excitement. The arousal level, created in the arena was high, but the Mistress also wished for some entertainment.  

As soon as the Mistress moved away from Ross, several women swooped in on him. Some stood back at a distance just looking and grinning at him as they got a close up view of his huge organs. Others were bolder, actually stepping up close and touching him, talking to him, asking him questions about his cock or his balls. One even stepped between his legs, pushing them out wide. She then bent down and began to examine his cock, feeling it and playing with it. She then used both hands to hold his balls, pulling them out away from his body. She was having fun, playing with the unaroused flesh. 

After about 15 minutes, Ross had sufficiently recovered and the Mistress moved into the arena. Darcy came back into the room, still nude, her pussy and thighs covered in her own juices and the magical salve. She was bouncing around as if she were a prizefighter entering the ring, her arrogance obvious.

“We’re now ready for round two. The first round went to Darcy after she expertly finished off Ross.” The entire audience laughed at the Mistress’ attempts at sexual jokes. “Since Ross poured out so much of himself in the first round, it might be helpful if we again got some volunteers to help our sexual gladiators. A little arousal will help them both. Anyone?” 

The Mistress looked around the room. Immediately most of the women started yelling and raising their hands, wanting to be the ‘chosen’ volunteers. Without being noticed, Morgan had quickly left the room just as the Mistress entered the arena. Ross aroused Morgan. For the first time she was already planning on ‘renting’ him for a night. But the aspect of something so special, so private, so intimate, wasn’t something she wanted to do in front of a sexually frenzied audience of women. She left before anyone could pick her to play with Ross again.

The Mistress picked two different women and brought them into the arena. One immediately rushed over to the reclining Darcy and went straight for her pubic area. Using her mouth and fingers, she quickly had Darcy panting and spreading her luscious legs. The other one went over to the seated Ross and knelt down in front of him. She leaned down, opened her mouth wide and sucked in his soft cock. Her hands went up to his balls and began to gently massage them. She was sucking hard as he slowly expanded into the back of her throat. She deep-throated him for several minutes before he had to pull her face away from him. She was good, almost too good. He was rock hard and sore. As she helped him stand, her hand was gently masturbating him.

“Ok, let us begin. Fight!” the Mistress ordered. Immediately Darcy jumped up and began to dance around the arena, glaring at Ross. She almost looked pissed off as she maneuvered around Ross. Ross wasn’t ready to be forcefully jacked off again so he began to move around in a defensive posture. His entire attitude was different now. He remembered when he was a rookie patrolman, having been beaten badly by women till he changed his thinking. If they want to behave like a man, he’d treat them like a man. He moved back from her, almost as if in fear of her. She grinned.

Darcy sensed the fear in Ross, moving in one direction and then jumping the other way. She knew that the round would be quick and easy, her only fear was that he might take longer to jack off, since she had really pumped out his balls before. Males got boringly slow when it came to the second ejaculation. She’d have to really work hard to get his balls pumping like the first round. She was thinking to herself and grinning when Ross suddenly took a large step back, away from her. 

“Scared, big boy?” she asked, knowing that he feared her. With over confidence, she quickly stepped into him and kicked high, at his head. As her foot passed within an inch of his head, his right fist shot out fast and hit her square in the mouth and nose. She felt like she’d been hit with a sledgehammer. It completely knocked her off her feet. Already off balance from her high kick, she flew backwards, landing hard on her butt. Immediately blood began to flow from her busted mouth and nose. 

“You mother fucker,” she screamed at him. He backed up, resting. The crowd went wild, yelling and hollering. They were all on their feet. “I’ll hurt you for this one, asshole.” She was immediately up on her feet. She reared back and moved fast, going into a round house kick. He tried to duck but her foot connected with the top of his head, knocking him to his knees. As he fell forward she kicked again, this one landing squarely in his chest, knocking him flat on his back. She pounced on top of him, her foot driving hard and downward toward his chest again. He rolled over, avoiding her stomp. He moved fast enough to get up and away from her. 

“I’m going to kick your ass, slave fuck,” she hissed at him. Her mouth and nose were still bleeding, blood dripping onto her huge breasts. Her nipples were no longer hard, but almost inverted. She wasn’t aroused at all. Her entire intent now was to inflict as much damage as she could. Some of the crowd loved what they were watching. Others in the crowd weren’t as thrilled at what they were watching. It was obvious that Darcy was in a fury, hell bent on defeating the male slave. They could all see that Ross was still erect, a small amount of pre-cum continuing to drip from his swollen cock. 

“Come on, show me your stuff,” Ross growled at Darcy. His attitude was now a lot different than it had been in round one. He was egging her on. She was furious as she again spun, going into another roundhouse kick. Once again he sidestepped her as her foot sailed past his head. This time he stepped into her again, but instead of a right cross to her face, he drove his fist hard into her stomach. The force of his punch doubled her over, dropping her to her knees. 

“That’s it, you mother fucker. I’m going to finish you now,” she said between gulps of air as her stomach rolled over and over. She didn’t know if she was going to puke or cramp up. Her anger only made her meaner. She took in a deep breath and slowly got to her feet, shaking all over. She immediately moved forward, going into a flurry of kicks aimed at his head and chest. The third kick landed squarely on the side of his face, spinning him around. He almost lost his footing, falling backwards away from her. She hesitated only long enough for him to catch his breath. She was now enjoying herself, taking her time as she toyed with him.

“We’re just getting started big boy. Where do you want it next? Want me to break that cock. What if I really bust your balls?” Her eyes were on his cock, still quite thick and long, sticking out from his body. It infuriated her that he was hard. She crouched down for a moment, and then lunged at him, delivering several kicks at his cock and balls. She figured that if he were aroused, she would squelch that arousal. His cock bounced and flopped with each kick that she landed near them. As big as he was, it made for a good target. She never fully hit him as she intended.

He stepped into her, trying several punches to the area of her head and face. She ducked each one, and then stepped in close to him, bringing her knee up hard and fast between his spread legs. She almost connected with the fleshy organs but her knee only pushed them further down between his legs. He still felt the impact though. 

“That cock isn’t going to be so big here in a minute. Hope you enjoyed those balls, they’re going to be mine in a few seconds.” She did a jump kick, missing his face by inches, driving him backwards. Immediately she moved in close as he fell back and delivered a sideways blow into his stomach by driving her knee upward into him. The effect was instant as he doubled over from the blow. Standing over him, she rose up, her arms over her head and put her fists together. Using her body weight, she dropped down hard, driving her clasped hands downward to the area just above the top of the spine and below the back of his neck. Hitting him there was like a lighting bolt going through him, the nerves screaming as he dropped to his knees. It was almost like being paralyzed for a moment. She immediately moved in front of him, facing him. 

“That thing is so big, I’m going to help make it even bigger,” she said as she dropped to her knees in front of him. He was on his knees, his legs spread. His cock was about half erect, his balls hanging down huge and full. He was momentarily dazed. She glanced down only once, moving in closer to him. Her face was only inches from his face as she reached down without looking. Using her left hand, she gently placed it under his cock head, holding it upright. Her right hand found his cock and gently moved down on the top of the shaft till it rested against his pubic bone. With a sharp jerk, her left hand popped the head upward while her right hand slammed down hard on the base of his shaft. All of the audience could hear the sharp crack as she ‘popped’ his cock, snapping the pubic ligament that connected his cock to his pubic bone. 

Some males have described this as feeling like a dislocation. But since there is no bone in the cock, there can be no dislocation. The pubic ligament literally separated from the base of his cock on one end, and the pubic bone on the other. Ross’ cock was still hard but immediately dropped straight down as if it had lost all strength. What Darcy didn’t know was that his pubic ligament had already been separated, many times in the past. He yelped from the instant pain in his cock. The swelling was immediate as the base of his cock almost doubled in size from the huge blood flow into the injured area. 

“Now that is what I like to see. I do love a huge cock. Now I’ll just modify those huge balls to an even bigger size,” she said, grinning at him. She sat back on her heels, admiring her handiwork to his cock. It was quickly swelling up at the base. He was so dazed by the pain that she was almost holding him up as she reached between his thighs and pulled his ball sack out in front of him. Immediately she used both hands squeezing them into a new shape. It was obvious to all that she was very aroused and enjoying her torture to his genitals. 

“Ahhhhhhh, unnnggghhh,” he cried out as she applied more pressure in her fingers to the firm but bloated balls. She had a tight grip on each ball and was trying to crush them in her hands. She was exerting so much pressure on each ball that several large globs of sperm began to drip from the raw tip of his cock. She was literally forcing the cum out of him. 

“You want to cum? I’ll help get that shit out of you. You’re going be sorry by the time I’m through with these,” she said, her eyes glued to the torture that her hands were inflicting on the raw fleshy orbs. She had such a tight grip on his balls that the sperm was beginning to drip all over her fingers and wrists. 

“Bitch,” was the only thing that she heard as she glanced up. The only thing she saw was a blur as his right fist landed squarely between her eyes. Her head literally popped backward as he connected with her, driving her completely up and off her feet. She went through the air, landing about eight feet back from where she was, on her back, her legs sprawled open. She was dazed already as her head hit the floor. She immediately rolled over and up onto her knees. Even dazed, her survival instinct kicked in and got her up to her knees and ready to defend. But he wasn’t advancing. He was somewhat dazed, still on his knees barely able to stand. They both knelt there, watching the other, resting momentarily. 

“I’m not through with you,” she said through clenched and bloodied teeth. 

“Nor I with you,” he whispered back. 

“I’m just getting started. I’m going to make that cock a trophy and hang those balls from my pussy clip. When I walk, I’ll feel them flopping between my legs, and think of you,” she said, leering at him. 

“Let’s finish it,” he hissed back at her. Even though injured, his cock and balls were still responding to the audience and to the viciously attractive Darcy. He wasn’t fully erect, but he was very thick and long. The head was swollen enough that the foreskin wouldn’t cover it. The base of his cock was obviously damaged, being so swollen that it looked like he had a fleshy doughnut around the bottom of the shaft. It was huge, but only around the base. It was starting to show the deep bruising under the skin. 

Darcy was shaky on her feet, obviously weakened. Ross moved away from her as she advanced on him. Several feet from him, she delivered a furious series of kicks and punches, driving him backward. Most of them landed on his upper arms and chest as he blocked them. She kicked hard one time, missing his face and ended up going down to the floor. From there, she swept his legs, knocking him backwards. As he hit the floor, she immediately jumped throwing her body onto him and locking her legs around his neck. She was actually on top of him, her body facing away from him, her thighs locked tightly around his neck. She squeezed hard, cutting off air and blood flow to his head. 

“How’s that fucker? Get out of that one,” she growled at him. She tightened up her legs, forcing him to pry at her thighs to get her off of him. His hands couldn’t budge her muscular legs. He knew he wouldn’t last long and had to do something quick. She would render him unconscious within moments. He let go of her thighs and quickly felt on top of her, his hand traveling down her tight stomach. He was beginning to feel light headed as he blindly felt for her pubic mound. Once he found it, his hand slid downward, pushing in between her tightened thighs. 

He was shocked that she could be so wet after the blows to her head and face. It was obvious to Ross that she got a high level of arousal from inflicting pain on males. She greatly enjoyed sex, but at the expense of a male victim. She was a sexual sadist, finding great pleasure in sexually torturing or playing with males. That was why she was so wet at that moment. 

His hand slid between her thighs. She was more than aroused but her concentration was on what she was doing to him. He could only imagine what she was going to do with his body after she forced him unconscious. He knew that it would be something very painful and damaging. And more than likely, the audience would love it as they watched her finish him off. 

With his hand firmly planted between her thighs, she wasn’t worried. His hand sliding over her clit had sent pleasurable waves through her body. She didn’t mind. She could feel him slide his thumb into her gooey entrance. This surprised her. She knew that she was kicking his ass and he was trying to finger fuck her. She thought that was really odd. But she did enjoy his thumb as it probed deeper into her. She relaxed her thighs around his neck, just a little, wanting to give him a few moments to please her, before she put him to sleep. She felt another finger move down below her pussy, toward her anus. She didn’t mind this either as she felt it gently push into her puckered ass. She was wet enough that her pussy and her butt were coated in her own juices. His other finger pushed deep into her butt. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the waves that flooded through her stomach and thighs. 

Suddenly she snapped back to reality as she felt his thumb and finger tightening up. They were pulling toward each other. She could feel a second finger push into her already tightened butt hole. All of his fingers were pulling together as if he was trying to stretch her pussy to her butt. It was already burning as her tender flesh stretched hard. He had a death grip on her, his fingers buried and hooked deep inside of her. His hand was stretching her out. The pain was starting to get unbearable. She tightened her grip on his neck, which only made his hand squeeze harder. She couldn’t take it any more, fearing that he had already torn her open. The pain was unbearable. She jerked her legs open, letting go of him. 

“You fuck,” she screamed at him as she quickly rolled over, away from him. There was instant relief as his fingers popped out of her. She could barely stand, a burning sensation radiating from her pussy and butt. She was sure that he had torn her open. 

Immediately she did a flying jump kick, catching him directly under the chin, popping his head back hard. He went stumbling backwards, trying to clear his spinning head and catch his balance. He immediately went to the floor. She sprung onto him, again catching him around the throat with her legs. This seemed to be her favorite attack. It made sense, freeing her to use her hands and mouth to do whatever she wanted to her victim. This time she positioned herself well. Violently twisting her body over, she forced him to roll over onto his back with her on top of him, her thighs tightly clamped around his neck. He tried to push her off, but she only tightened her grip. Immediately he put his hands out flat to his sides, away from his body, signaling that he was letting her take over. She relaxed a little. 

“Now you’re going to pay. I’m going to teach you some ‘genital respect’. Pain can be a lot of fun, especially if you’re on the end that’s dishing it out!” She was furious, her arousal level soaring as she took control over him. She was now in a position where she was lying on his chest, her knees touching the tops of his shoulders, her thighs tightly around his neck, in a pincher like grip. Using both hands, she leaned down and pulled his ball sack out away from his body. She examined the bloated balls, her fingers probing into the mushy sack and feeling each one of them individually. They were obviously swollen. The more she played with huge orbs, the more his cock began to thicken and elongate. She finally grasped it hard; pulling it upward away from his body, and then lay it back on his stomach, out of the way. 

“Oh baby, I know ways to empty these things that you would never consider,” she said, her eyes glued to her hands and the massive balls. “I’m going to teach you something about your own body. I bet you didn’t know that I can get a lot of sperm out of them without you ever cumming.” Saying that, she squeezed hard, pulling them outward, toward his feet. His body jerked hard from the pain. She was stretching the tubes and cords hard, knowing that it would sensitize the already tender balls. 




The New Slave Ch. 22



“Hold still baby, this is going to hurt. I’m just helping them get ready for the inevitable,” she said, taking great relish as he struggled from her torture. She would tighten and loosen her grip around his neck, allowing him to breath freely, and then to struggle for air. If she tightened her legs too much, he would pass out from the reduced blood flow to the brain.  

“Just relax baby, this is going to feel so very good … to me,” she said, grinning at the frenzied audience. Some of the women had come closer to the arena, just to see close up what was taking place. Using both hands, she pulled his ball sack down away from his body. She squeezed the neck of the sack, forcing both balls down into the bottom. There, trapped against the now tight smooth skin, she pinched them off. Using her thumbs and forefingers, she felt around the top of each ball, till she found what she was looking for. The jerk in his body told her that she was holding the correct spot. She was pinching off the huge tube, the vas deferens and squeezing it. As she squeezed harder, she would slide her fingers forward putting pressure on the epididymus. Within a few seconds of this manipulation, a large glob of sperm seeped out of his swollen cock head. 

“Ummm, now that is what I was wanting,” she said, her upper body rolling forward over him. Her mouth immediately engulfed his cock head and she hungrily sucked in the creamy globs. His body twitched hard, his hands grasping the carpet tightly. She sucked for several moments then sat upright on his chest. His cock was now rock hard.

“Anyone want a snack,” she said laughing out loud. Grinning at the crowd, they could see the smeared blood from her busted mouth and nose, along with a shine on her lips from his cum. 

She again pulled his balls out away from his body, again squeezing off the two orbs. Using her fingers, she expertly felt along the top of each ball, finding the vas deferens and the epididymus and squeezed them hard. As before, he jerked hard about the same time more globs of his sperm oozed from his cock head. She again leaned over and sucked on his cock head, taking the sperm into her mouth. 

“Ummm, he’s tasty. I do love older men. Their cum is richer and not so bitter as young men,” she said, almost laughing. She again began manipulating his balls to get more sperm out of him. After several moments, it was obvious that he wasn’t able to pump out the globs. 

“I think they’re sleeping. I’m going to have to wake them up,” she said, pulling his cock back to his stomach. “Balls this big have a lot stored up inside.” She brought her right hand up over his body and then came down hard, slapping the fleshy sack. He jerked hard, a muffled groan coming from him. She examined his balls for a moment and then brought her hand up again. This time she slapped his sack harder, forcing them to separate outward, both balls flopping around wildly. He was struggling but she soon stopped him by pressing harder with her legs. She waited a moment, watching the balls settle back into their fleshy sack, and then raised her hand up again. This time she formed a fist and punched him hard, right in the middle of the bloated sack.  He cried out loudly from the pain.

“There we go. Now they’re awake,” she said, laughing. She immediately bent over and began suckling from the quivering cock. He was hard and his cock was pumped up, the veins bulging outward. Her mouth worked on him several moments, sucking on him. The motion of her hard swallowing told the audience that he was pumping out more than the globs that he had shown before. She was slowly draining his balls. 

“That was fun, but I said I was going to punish you,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at the trapped Ross. “This hasn’t been the punishment. I’m going to leave you marked. You’ll think of me every time you look at your cock.” He was rock hard. One of her hands had hold of one ball, the other hand grasping the quivering cock. 

“Hold on baby, this is going to hurt a lot,” she said to the wild audience. They were all yelling and hollering, egging her on. Some of them were hiding their eyes, afraid to watch. Others were beside themselves, frenzied by the sexual event in front of them. They wanted more. 

She grasped his cock hard and squeezed it upward, forcing the foreskin up over the head in a tight bundle. She leaned down and kissed the foreskin several times, then opened her mouth wide. Moving her mouth down, she bit down hard on the loose skin. Immediately his body rose up off the carpeting, his legs jerking wildly, trying to get loose from her. She quickly brought her thighs together tightly, effectively restraining him. He quickly lay still while she inspected her bite marks, his legs shaking hard. His fists were tightly clawing at the carpet.

“Now that is really tasty,” she said, looking up at the crowd, a shiny smear of fresh blood covering her lips. They crowd went crazy, moving in closer to watch the action. They could see a small amount of blood on the pursed foreskin. She kept a tight grip on the skin. She leaned down and licked the bunched up skin, several times. 

“See, pain is a very effective stimulant. His cock says that he’s very much aroused, wouldn’t you agree?” she said, looking into the closely gathered on lookers. His cock was still rock hard. Bleeding, but hard. 

“Oh baby, relax. We’re just getting started. We have a ways to go before I pop those nuts,” Her eyes were almost glazed over, a wild look on her face as she closely examined his cock. The hardness and the blood on the foreskin mesmerized her. She slowly pulled the foreskin down to the swollen base of his cock, watching closely as a drop of blood ran down him from the bite in the foreskin. She covered it with her mouth, sucking hard. After several moments, she pulled the foreskin back up tightly, covering the head. She immediately bit him hard again, on the other side of his bunched up foreskin. Again, he jerked hard, muffled cries coming from between her clenched thighs. 

“I just had to match those marks up. Don’t want you to look lop sided.” She again went back to examining what she had done to him. She was trancelike in her action, her eyes closely looking at his cock. 

“Now this one is really going to hurt,” she said, stretching his rock hard cock back, flat against his stomach. She leaned down, turning her head slightly sideways and opened her mouth wide. She looked more like a vampire, her open mouth slowly moving down toward his outstretched cock. Her mouth covered the foreskin, directly below the underside of his head. She bit down hard then covered the bite marks with her mouth. He was jerking wildly, his legs kicking as the pain shot through his cock. 

The audience watched transfixed, her mouth moving as she continued sucking the spot that she had just sunk her teeth into. Her sucking motions looked like a vampire gorging herself on his cock.  She continued sucking for several moments while he continued to struggle. The audience could see her tighten up her thighs, causing him to momentarily stop his struggles. 

“Ummm, you taste great. Now I’m going to feed on that fat thing, then I’ll finish off with your nut milk for desert,” she said as she leaned over his cock again. This time, as her face neared his cock, he quickly brought his arms up, catching her under her thighs. He grabbed hard and using all his strength, shoved her hard toward his feet. As she flipped forward, he scooted back, out from under her. She fell forward, face first into the carpet, her butt high up in the air. Scrambling, he moved in behind her and caught her around the throat with his right arm. Pulling her into his chest, he pushed his left arm under her armpits, pinning her arms behind her by grabbing and holding her right bicep. She struggled for a moment, unable to pull her arms free.

“Now what were you saying,” he whispered into her ear, his face pressed up against the side of her face. 

“You fuck. I’m not through with you. You better hope I don’t get free, you’re going to be hurting badly,” she said, the fury obvious in her voice. “Let go of me now and I might not hurt you too much.” 

“Really. I’m just getting started with you,” he said. “I think it’s time I pay you back for everything you’ve done to me,” he said, still whispering in her ear. The crowd had jumped back as soon as he broke free from her. They couldn’t hear the conversation that the two were having. He jerked her arms back hard, just to remind her that he was holding her. She winced as her shoulders jerked back painfully. He still had his right arm around her throat, tensing it slightly, cutting off her windpipe. She gulped as he tightened up.

Shifting his weight, he kept a tight hold on her and knelt down, pulling her down in front of him. Her back was against his chest, his arm between them, keeping a tight grip on her arms. Her hands were grasping and clawing, trying to reach his cock or his balls. Every time she would even get close, he would tighten up the arm around her throat, causing her to immediately stop her groping. 

“Just relax baby, as you’ve been telling me. It will hurt more if you struggle,” he whispered into her ear. She again struggled but he again tightened up on her throat and her arms. Her shoulders were beginning to hurt badly from being pulled back. She was pinned up against him, his knees out in front of him, her butt resting on his thighs. By the way he was holding her, her inner thighs were pressed tightly against the outsides of his legs. She was literally pinned to him. By keeping his knees spread wide, he forced her legs to spread open. 

“Ummm, you do smell good,” he said mockingly, whispering into her ear as he nuzzled her neck. By this time he was furious because of what she had done to him. Ross was a quiet and good man. He wasn’t aggressive or the type to take advantage of anyone. He had been that way his entire life and had no reason to change now. But he wanted to teach Darcy a lesson. Her arrogance and aggressiveness created an evil nature in her. He would give her a quick lesson in life. 

Without saying a word, he shifted his weight, his hardness bouncing under her, against her vulnerable and spread pussy. She flinched as she felt it bounce against her. She was sopping wet from the torture she had inflicted on his cock. Her pussy lips had unfurled, thick and aroused, her juices seeping out of her freely. She had been close to cumming, from the biting she had enjoyed just minutes before. But the tables had turned. She felt his cock moving between her spread thighs. 

“What are you going to do, fuck me?” she hissed. She wasn’t struggling now. As a matter of fact, she was more than willing for him to slide his cock into her. She knew that she would cum within seconds, because she was that aroused. She would actually welcome it. Torturing his cock and balls had sent her to the edge. She now welcomed what would be one very intense orgasm deep within her. 

“I won the first round. If you think you can make me cum, go ahead and try. If I do, I still win. It’s a tie. I’ve never been defeated and a tie doesn’t mean defeat. So I still win,” she said, a grin spreading across her blood stained lips. Having her arms pinned back as they were, her breasts were pushed outward. Her nipples told everyone that she was very aroused. They were rock hard and sticking out. She had not worn her nipple jewelry for the fight. Her arousal was more than obvious in both her nipples and the wet smears covering her upper thighs and pussy. The crowd could see the head of his cock sticking out from between her spread thighs. It was huge and flared, raw and oozing a steady stream of pre-cum. The audience loved it. 

“Ok, you win,” he whispered to her, his cock now beginning to slowly move back and forth between her spread lips. She was so wet that he easily moved between the fleshy lips. He moaned slightly as he could feel his own arousal build up quickly. His foreskin still hurt from the fresh bite marks, but his cock was ignoring that. He was now sopping wet just from her juices. He continued softly thrusting back and forth, even as her head dropped back against his face, her arousal more evident. She relaxed, waiting for him to push into her.

He again shifted his weight, moving the arm around her throat to under her right armpit. He did it quickly, his left arm letting go of her right bicep. Both of his arms were now under her armpits, his hands moving upward in front of her shoulders, and clasping behind her head. He maneuvered her body so that she was locked into what is called a full-nelson hold. His arms were tightly supporting her upper body, her arms pinned above her shoulders, her chest thrust outward. He continued the sensual soft thrusting between her overly sensitive fleshy lips. 

“Go ahead and get it over with, empty your nuts in me,” she moaned, her arousal so obvious now. Even her supporters were disappointed in how she was waiting for him to fuck her. Others in the audience were yelling for Ross to fuck her, to do her, to ‘make a deposit in her bank’. They were the ones that had tired of watching her arrogance, week after week.

“I plan to, baby. Just relax and let me show you a little trick,” he said, still whispering into her ear. Her head had relaxed back on his shoulder. It looked more like a love scene from an XXX movie, rather than sexual combat. His cock was still moving slowly between her outstretched thighs. They both were sopping wet, their juices dripping onto the carpet. The women in the audience had again moved closer just to see close up what was going to happen. 

With a single move, Ross shifted his weight again, his cock pulling back out of sight. He jerked somewhat as he maneuvered to enter her. Darcy’s eyes flashed open, a look of fright on her face. Her mouth formed a big open O as she began to struggle. Her head popped forward and her arms began fighting, trying to free herself. Ross’ had pulled back just far enough that his cock head was poised at the puckered entrance to her butt. He held it there for just a moment as he began to ease it into her. She immediately knew that he was going to fuck her in the butt.  She struggled, feeling the head push into the clenched entrance. He continued to slowly force it into the already gooey entrance as she struggled harder. 

“No, No, No,” she started yelling, struggling more. She was fighting hard as he continued inch by inch into her. The pain was shooting through her stomach and thighs as he stretched her open. He was only about half way into her, the head flared huge from the increased tight sensations that he was feeling. Her anus was virgin territory. She had never had anything inside of her, through that opening. She was fighting hard, trying to free herself from being impaled. 

“No, please, stop. I’m sorry, don’t’ do this to me,” she screamed. He thrust his lower body upward, while at the same time jerking her upper body downward, pushing fully into her. Her entire body jerked as she felt his cock bury itself deep inside her butt. She was fully impaled on his cock. Her head dropped to her chest, no longer fighting. It looked as if she had passed out. As he thrust deeper into her, her head popped up again, fighting and struggling to free herself from his cock. He held her tight. His hips were beginning to thrust, a sloshy sound coming from her stretched entrance. She was conscious but could barely fight him. He continued pumping into her, his balls swaying between his outstretched thighs. They were still hugely swollen, but they had drawn up tight, indicating that they were about to pump his thick milk into her. 

“Relax baby. I’ll be through in a minute,” he said still whispering into her ear. He was beginning to pant, his thrusts becoming faster. He was using his thighs, quickly tensing and relaxing as he thrust faster into her. She was slumped against him, completely unable to resist. She was not feeling anything in her lower body as he held onto her tightly, not allowing her any movement. He thrust upward hard, burying his cock all the way in her, then jerking it back hard, all the way out of her. She moaned occasionally as she felt it push through her battered and stretched entrance.  

“Unnnggghhh, Unnnggghhh, Unnnggghhh,” came the quick panting moans from him as he pushed one last time, deep into her. His entire body suddenly stiffened, his cock fully flexed, swollen and hard. The first hot gush shooting into her tender butt caused her eyes to flutter open as she realized he was pumping his thick goo into her. His body shuddered as more and more of the male milk emptied into her body, quickly filling the tight space. Her eyes opened wide as she felt the thick milk flood her untouched cavity. Win lose or tie, she didn’t care anymore. It just kept pumping into her. She could feel the head flaring wide with each gush out of his cock. It just kept coming, thick and warm. 

His body slowly eased down, the pulsing in his cock now diminishing. He had slowly relaxed his hold on her arms, allowing them to drop to her sides. She wasn’t fighting him at all. She just sat there, impaled on the still hard cock inside of her. His milk was seeping out of her butt, huge globs running down her thighs, a large pool of the stuff spilling onto the carpet. He was finally spent, his cock quickly softening inside of her. She was sickened and in pain. She flexed her PC muscle one time hard, forcing the half hard cock quickly out of her. Even the audience could hear the sloshy ‘plop’ as it slid out of her bruised orifice. She slowly climbed off of his legs and rolled over onto the floor, holding her thighs tightly together. She thought she would throw up, the feeling of his cum still pouring out of her. 

He sat there, exhausted, his cock quickly softening, his legs still spread open. There was still blood on his cock head, but no one knew if it was from her bites or from him forcing it into her butt. Large globs of cum continued to drip from the swollen head. The bite marks were red and raw looking on his foreskin.   

“It appears that I lost round two,” Ross moaned to Mistress Francesca. She just stood there, her mouth hanging open. No one expected what had just happened. Some were in shock at the performance; others were wildly ecstatic over the arousing show. 

“I’m not so sure about that. No one has ever done that to Darcy.” The Mistress was visibly shaken. She wasn’t sure who had won the round.

“She won, I lost,” Ross said as he crawled over to the prone Darcy. Kneeling over her, he pushed her legs apart with no resistance. He reached down and scooped a large handful of cum from between her butt cheeks. He reached out, showing the gooey mess to the Mistress. Darcy could only lie there, staring blankly. “Do you want to see the proof?” Ross asked in a hostile tone.

“Round two goes to …. Darcy,” the Mistress said hesitantly. 

“Let her keep her title,” Ross said sarcastically.

“Get him out of here,” the Mistress ordered her security people. “Take him to the infirmary, he still has more performing to do,” she said, a slight smile beginning to form on her face.



The New Slave Ch. 23



Chapter 23, A Medical Touch

The Mistress told her bodyguards to move Ross to the infirmary where they could clean him and ‘treat’ him for his injuries. The night was young and the Mistress was more than aroused at having seen Ross perform. She was now going to take her turn with him. And hopefully he would be able to successfully perform to her satisfaction. Having seen Darcy ‘pop’ his cock, she wasn’t sure he would be able to satisfy anyone. There had been a copious amount of his cum flowing freely from Darcy, but that didn’t mean he would be able to do it again. The bodyguards put Ross into wrist and ankle restraints and took him from the room. Darcy was scooped up by the female slaves and taken away, still shocky looking and dazed. The female slaves reported later on the steady flow of cum out of Darcy’s rear end.  

The women in the audience had gone wild. Some were yelling and cheering, having seen Darcy finally defeated. Others were openly hostile after seeing their champion defiled in such a filthy manner. They were furious. In their minds, there was no way that a lowly male slave could defeat the great Darcy. They were furious. Each of them agreed that Ross would receive a payback, one way or another. They were sure of that. One way or another, they would see him again and show him the error of his ways. They were already planning on that show. He would learn the hard way. 

All of them were aroused at one level or another. Some were so sexually alive that they were already playing with each other or making the arrangements to take a male slave immediately. Others had reached a sexual peak only to have it dashed as Ross defeated Darcy. The room was alive. There were still more male slaves to be viewed and played with, but for now, they were all talking about what had just happened. Some of the women immediately left the arena, going off to private rooms where a male was already tied to a bed, just for their pleasure. 

Silently, in the shadows of the arena was Morgan. She had come back into the room as soon as the two women finished ‘prepping’ Ross and Darcy. She watched the entire show and found herself more aroused than before. She couldn’t wait and was beginning to feel the first of several orgasms, as her hand moved beneath the long gown she wore. She had worried when Darcy began to torture Ross, and feared that she had hurt him very badly. But having watched the power that Ross exerted over Darcy when he took her, made her climax within moments. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his cock as it slid in between Darcy’s smooth skinned thighs. It had been more exhilarating than anything she ever experienced. She too was one of the women that night that had future plans for Ross.

The bodyguards took Ross to a room that had been specially outfitted with medical supplies, much like an emergency room. They referred to it as the infirmary, only because they used the room to treat injuries. Due to the nature of the Mistress’ parties, there were quite a few injuries. Some of the injuries were to female partygoers, normally very minor, usually from being over zealous or overly excited from a male slave. The vast majority of the injuries were to male slaves that had been injured during rough sex. Because of this, the Mistress had a nurse that attended the parties, almost like a lawyer being on retainer. The nurse was a friend of the Mistress, and after knowing each other for several years; it was obvious that the nurse would fit rather well into the sexual activities. The Mistress allowed her to partake of whatever she wanted, in lieu of services rendered. The nurse was a very sexual creature, enjoying herself whenever she felt the desire. Being a trauma nurse, she could pretty well handle any injury that occurred during one of the parties. Lori was very attractive and in her mid 30’s. She was dressed similar to the other guests, and easily fit into the sexually raucous crowd. Most there knew nothing of her purpose. 

Lori had been a trauma nurse the majority of her nursing career. Since the laws had changed, her on-duty nursing consisted of almost all females. She missed the raw sexual contact of working on a male. Most injuries were not sexual to the injured slave, but Lori could change that quickly. Here, at the Mistress’ parties, she at least had the chance to ‘treat’ male patients. Usually, the injuries rendered the male unable to have any fun with her. Lori would occasionally see a slave in the arena that intrigued her, and even more rarely one that actually aroused her. She had taken advantage of the Mistress’ generous offer to ‘help herself’ on a few occasions. Tonight, with Ross in the arena, she felt that feeling that she found so elusive. 

Because of the occasional need for a nurse, the Mistress thought it only good to have a separate room to take care of the injured. It seemed bad business to let all the guests see the nurse treating an injured male slave on the floor of the arena. When injured, the slave would be removed to the infirmary where he would be treated. There had never been any injuries that the nurse couldn’t handle. With this in mind, the Mistress gave Lori free reign to stock and outfit the infirmary. It was better than most small town emergency rooms. 

Besides all the medical supplies and equipment normally found in an emergency treatment room, Lori ordered a gynecological chair. She found that with the nature of the injures she was treating in male victims; this chair gave her the most access and ability to treat the males.  Almost all injuries to males were to their genitals. The chair had been slightly modified, having the regular stirrups, but with the ability to be spread further outward. This gave her the ability to move closer into the area she needed to treat. It was not hard to add restraint attachments to the chair. Lori thoroughly enjoyed both the restraints and the adjustable stirrups. 

Ross was brought into the room and secured to the chair. He was tired and didn’t mind the chance to lay back and rest. He was already in the chair when the Mistress and Lori entered the infirmary. The chair was built in such a way that the patient was tilted back, reclining, with their legs downward and outstretched. There was a slight rise in the middle, which gently forced the patient’s hips outward, giving them a slightly obscene appearance, fully exposing the area that was most normally injured or damaged. The Mistress and the nurse always found this amusing, if not erotic when they saw the slave secured in the chair. 

Ross was restrained at the wrists and ankles to the chair. His wrists were in leather restraints and pulled downward, away from the chair. His legs were in the stirrups, supported at his thighs and calves, both ankles in restraints and locked onto the stirrups. His legs were stretched open, and reclined downward. He looked relaxed and comfortable. The most obvious part of him was his huge ball sack resting between his thighs and his painfully swollen cock, lying on his stomach. Both the Mistress and the nurse were aroused just at the sight. They walked up to him, one on each side of him. 

“How do you feel Ross?” the Mistress asked, sincerely concerned. She was more concerned because she knew that she was about to have him perform one more time, in her bedroom. She wanted to make sure that his fleshy toys were still functional. 

“I’m pretty sore, but I think I’m ok,” he said, tiredly. His cock and balls didn’t look like they felt ok. Discounting his normal huge size, his cock was swollen and bruised. The head was severely chafed and raw. 

“How does your cock feel?” Lori asked him bluntly. She could see the damage inflicted by Darcy. She had some concerns about what she was seeing. Ross was tired and couldn’t see what they saw. Being fully restrained, she could examine him without worrying about his movement. She didn’t want to hurt him any more, but there would be some more pain involved before she was finished. This was the main reason that the chair had restraints, to keep male slaves from fighting or thrashing around while being treated. 

“Tell me where you’re hurting,” the nurse asked him. 

“My head hurts, but I think it’s ok. I feel pretty numb ….” He said, not finishing the sentence. 

“Does your cock hurt? How about your balls,” the nurse asked, beginning to feel around his head and face for any injuries under the skin. Feeling nothing besides some bumps and bruises; she moved her exam to his upper body, checking the areas that she saw Darcy land some powerful kicks. He seemed to be ok there also. The nurse was a very normal woman and was more than interested in examining the parts that also greatly aroused her. She was concerned about injuries or damage, but she also wanted to get a good feel and a look for what had aroused her so greatly for the past hour. His cock and balls.  She’d never seen anything like these. 

Lori immediately opened a drawer and removed a tube of KY-jelly. Smearing a small amount on her fingertips, she reached down and softly patted Ross’ inner thigh. It was more to reassure him than it was sexual. In the position he was reclining, he was unable to see her hand or anything between his own legs. She moved her hand upward and began to gently massage the thick foreskin and head with her jelly coated fingers. She carefully watched him for any reaction.

“Ross, can you tell me where you’re hurting?” she asked again. 

She knew that he wasn’t really hurt anywhere from the waist up. What she was worried about was from his waist down. The swelling at the base of his cock was huge, making him look like he was wearing a fleshy doughnut around the base. The skin was swollen enough that it had actually grown tight and was already dark in color from the blood under the skin surface.  He was completely soft, his cock head covered by the swollen foreskin. Darcy had done a number on him. 

“Is he ok?” the Mistress asked, watching Lori work on the slave. The Mistress was paying keen attention to Lori’s fingers gently rubbing the slave’s cock head. The Mistress could tell that Lori seemed to be enjoying herself. 

“I’m not sure, I need to examine him more. He is pretty swollen,” Lori replied, watching intently as her fingers rubbed and kneaded the head. He wasn’t responding. At one point she slowly inserted her little finger into the mouth of his cock head. Wiggling her finger around caused his cock to flop back and forth. He remained soft.

“If you’d like to play with him, just tell me. I’ll leave the room,” the Mistress said, the anger obvious in her voice.

“I’m not playing with him, this is part of my exam,” Lori told her, a surprised look on her face. “Give me a moment and I’ll explain.” Lori said.

Lori removed her finger from him and went over to a cabinet. She pulled out gauze, a surgical towel and an Ace bandage. She rolled a surgical tray over near Ross and moved in front of him so that she could speak directly to him.

“Ross, I’m going to examine you. It looks like you have some minor injuries ‘down there’ and I need to see if you need one aspirin or two aspirin,” Lori told him laughing. “To adequately examine you, I need for you to just relax and hold still. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes Mistress,” he replied quietly.

“I’m not a mistress, I’m a nurse. I just want to see if you’re injured. I’m not going to hurt you, so try to relax. Ok?” She then placed the folded towel over his eyes and began wrapping the Ace bandage around his head. After several folds, she tightly folded the gauze into a small bundle and placed it in each ear, under the Ace bandage. In essence, she rendered him unable to see or hear what she was doing to him.  

“Are you feeling ok?” she asked, leaning down near his face and talking louder. 

“Yes, I’m fine,” he told her. Lori stepped back away from the chair and motioned for the Mistress to follow her. They both moved down to Ross’ feet. 

“I’m concerned about the swelling in his cock. You saw me playing with him for several minutes and he didn’t respond at all. He’s had enough refractory time and he should be at least showing some sign of arousal. My wet fingers should have at least gotten him to start getting hard, but he didn’t. He’s not feeling anything. That worries me,” Lori replied seriously. 

“What does that mean? Is he damaged?”

“I don’t know yet. I’ll do some quick tests, but he might have nerve damage in his cock. What the hell got into Darcy? I have never seen her get that rough with a male,” Lori said quietly to the Mistress. They were both standing at the foot of the gyno chair talking closely together.

“You’ve also never seen her beaten before, or fucked in the ass, in front of an audience. I’ve seen her get progressively rougher, but never anything like this. I do think that what happened to her tonight might slow her down a bit. She’s never been beaten, till now. And what Ross did to her… I don’t know how Darcy will be affected.”

“I was close enough to hear the crack when she snapped his cock,” Lori said, looking at the limp flesh between his legs. “In the male anatomy, she either separated his pubic ligament or tore it, maybe just sprained it. I did notice that his cock points downward, which indicates to me that he has been ‘popped’ before. The pubic ligament is the ligament that holds the cock upward, toward a male’s stomach. His has been either stretched or torn in the past. That’s why he points downward.”

“Is that a bad thing, which way you point?” the Mistress asked innocently.

“No, not at all. As a matter of fact, he might owe Darcy for doing him a favor. Normally if the pubic ligament is torn or separated, the male will gain some length in their cock. It’s not held as tightly against the body. That is why I say he’s been popped before. He’s long and he points downward.” 

“The ligament connects here and here,” Lori said, running her fingertips across the top of his cock, at the base, indicating where the ligament was. 

“Well, he should have shown some sign of arousal. I could be wrong, but he might be just plain spent. Empty. Nothing left in those balls,” Lori said her fingers resting on top of Ross’ ball sack. “I’ve never seen anything this big, he’s swollen huge. If his balls are damaged, I would be able to tell,” Lori told the Mistress. 

“Believe me, I saw him yesterday afternoon and he was this big. I don’t think his balls are swollen, I think they’re as normal as they were yesterday,” the Mistress replied. Lori’s mouth hung open in disbelief. 

“Well, in that case, I am still worried about his cock. Nerve damage could be permanent. Only time will tell there. Once the swelling goes down, we’ll know for sure. I can tell you this much, Dr Sherry isn’t going to be happy. You might make some points by giving her a full and honest report of what we know.”

“I don’t like the idea of telling her. I’ll end up paying a lot extra if he’s hurt.” 

“Well, let’s check and see what we got. I assume that you were going to take him to your room tonight,” Lori asked, a smile spreading across her lips.

“Yes. Will I still be able to?” she asked, seriously.

“Let me check him. Maybe you still can. If he is damaged too much, then you probably won’t be able to. I know several ways to make him.. ‘Enjoyable’ for you.” Lori just smiled, knowing full well what the Mistress had in mind. 

Lori went to a cabinet and took out several small gauge needles, still in sterile wrap. The needles were similar in size to those used for diabetic injections. She laid them out on the surgical tray and moved it close to Ross.

“The reason that I blindfolded him and covered his ears, is so that I can test him without him seeing what I’m doing to him. This way, the test is more accurate. I want to see to what extent he has lost feeling,” Lori told the Mistress as she prepared the needles. 

Lori took one of the small sterile needles in one hand while cradling his soft swollen cock in her other hand. She placed the tip of the needle at the base of his cock on the side of it and slowly slid it partially into his skin. She watched, as he showed no sign of feeling the needle. She then did the same to the other side with the same result. She then moved half way down his cock and slowly pushed the needle into the soft skin, but did not get any reaction from him.

“Ross have you felt me touching you?” she asked as she leaned down closer to his ear. She was looking at the needle sticking out of his cock.

“No, nothing,” he replied. Lori looked at the Mistress. 

Lori then removed the needle and stuck it into the other side of his cock, with the same result. Still firmly holding the fleshy mass in her hand, she gently pulled the foreskin down and held it back. She slowly pushed the needle into the fleshy foreskin. He immediately winced.

“Did you feel that,” she asked as she leaned down closer to his face.

“Yes, I felt something, a burning sensation in my cock,” he told her.

Lori then pulled the needle out. She discarded the needle into a trashcan and picked up another sterile package. Opening it, she pulled out a smaller gauge needle. Holding his cock firmly, she put the needle against the soft plum like head. She quickly jabbed it into him. 

“Owww,” he cried out, his body twisting trying to get away from the painful jab. Lori smiled as she pulled the needle out.

“That’s a good sign,” she said, smiling at the Mistress. “It means that he has feeling in the extremity of his cock, but not the base. That indicates to me that it might be temporary. He’s swollen so much in the base, that the nerve endings are literally being squashed inside of him. I think that he’ll be fine, once the swelling goes down. And he seems to have plenty of feeling in his cock, the further you go from the base.”

“That’s good news. I’m won’t have to buy a new slave. Will Doctor Sherry know about this?” she asked, worried about the doctor.

“You might as well tell her. It’s going to be obvious as soon as she sees either the swelling or the bruising. I don’t think there’s any real damage, just temporary.”

“Is he functional, I mean, like tonight?” The Mistress was trying to ask discretely. She didn’t want to appear too obvious.

“Functional? Well, let me put it this way. I think that I can make him partially functional but not fully. In other words, I can get him rock hard, but I doubt that he’ll be able to cum. He probably won’t be feeling much of anything in his cock.” 

“He’s cum enough tonight. I would like to enjoy him functioning. If you can do that,” the Mistress said, her smile returning as she planned on what she could do with him. 

“I think that I can fix that. Just give me a little more time to check him and get him up to speed, so to speak,” Lori replied, laughing. 

“This definitely won’t help his arousal level any, but he needs to get cleaned up, after his ‘intrusion’ into Darcy,” Lori said as she took some rubbing alcohol and poured it onto gauze strips. Ross was still showing no signs of getting hard. 

“Try and relax. You seem to be fine but I’m going to clean you up real quick,” Lori said to Ross as she removed the blindfold and gauze from over his ears. “You’re a little bit swollen but nothing that a good fucking won’t cure,” she said laughing. She smoothed back the thick foreskin and applied the alcohol saturated gauze strip. Ross immediately yelped as his butt rose up off of the chair. He could feel the immediate burn in his cock as the rubbing alcohol soaked into the tiny cuts and scratches on his cock. 

“Hold still, this will only hurt for a moment,” Lori told him, knowing that it would probably burn for longer than a moment. She continued holding back the foreskin tightly as she gently rubbed the gauze back and forth over his already sensitive cock. For someone that had no feeling, he was feeling a lot. Both legs tensed, jerking upward trying to escape the fire in his cock. 




The New Slave Ch. 23



“Well, he’s about as clean as he can get. Now let’s see if we can solve your immediate problem,” Lori said to the Mistress with a wink. Lori knew enough about the Mistress to know that intercourse was a must. She also knew that with the Mistress, her biggest preference was a very long, hard cock. If Lori could do what she was thinking, the Mistress would still enjoy her evening with Ross.

“Ross, I’m going to do a quick procedure which should ease some of your discomfort and ‘help’ you out a bit,” she said, heavily emphasizing the word help. “I think that you will find this very stimulating,” she said grinning at him.

Lori went to a cabinet and removed a small plastic case. Opening it, she removed the contents and laid them out on the surgical tray. Rolling it down to Ross’ hips, she quickly prepared the odd assortment of tools. Even the Mistress was watching closely, not knowing what the items were, or what they were used for. 

“What is that?” the Mistress asked curiously.

“A TENS unit. It stands for ‘transcutaneous electro nerve stimulation. It’s electrical stimulation. And when I say stimulation, I mean big time stimulation,” Lori said without looking up. 

Stepping between his outstretched thighs, Lori moved in closer to Ross. She removed a TENS unit from the tray and lay it on his stomach. She then took a lead line and attached it to an adhesive pad, made for electrical transfer. The other lead line was attached to a highly polished smooth aluminum probe. The nurse had used a TENS unit on a lot of male patients, some for their benefit, and sometimes for her benefit. The TENS unit would conduct an electrical charge from the tip of one lead line, to the tip of the other lead line. Depending on where she hooked the lead lines, she would run an electrical current from point A to point B, the current running between the two points. Everything in between point A and point B would feel the powerful electro stimulation. It would cause increased circulation in his skin, tingling, and powerful muscle contractions. It was the muscle contractions that she was interested in. 

“Just relax Ross, I’m going to insert a probe into your cock. This will make it feel a lot better.” 3

She slowly inserted the smooth aluminum probe into the gaping mouth of his cock. She felt some resistance as she pushed it past the first sphincter, just inside the head. Tightly seated inside of him, she let go of that one and prepared the other lead line. She attached the other lead line to the adhesive strip and pushed it up under his ball sack. Situated as it was, she was intending to run an electrical current from the bottom of his balls up through his shaft and into the head. If this didn’t stimulate him, they would have to wait for the swelling to go down. In essence, she was putting the electrical current directly through the nerve endings, forcing them to react. 

She then attached both lead lines to the TENS unit.

“Hold on big boy, you’re about to go for a ride,” she said smiling at Ross. Lori loved sex. And more than that, she loved what she could do to males, sexually. Using a TENS unit was one of her favorite ‘medical’ procedures. She turned the TENS unit on and then turned up the frequency and intensity. She watched Ross closely as she adjusted the power, frequency and intensity upward at small intervals. 

“Ahh,” Ross gasped out loud, feeling the first twinges of the electrical stimulation. It was as if his cock and balls had just suddenly woken up. His thighs tightened up and jerked somewhat upward, as if trying to pull loose from his restraints. 

“I think it’s helping him,” the nurse laughed, pointing to his rock hard stomach muscles. It was obvious that he was feeling the stimulation all the way through his thighs and lower abdomen. She slowly turned the controls up a little, watching with glee as his thigh muscles tightened, his feet arching hard. 

“If I keep going up, his nuts will pop, forcing him to cum. He doesn’t have to be hard to cum. I assume that you would prefer him in his clean state, but a little bit harder,” Lori asked the Mistress. 

“Ummm, yes. That would be very nice. Is it hurting him?” the Mistress asked.

“No, not really. It’s very intense, but not painful. At least not too much,” she replied, laughing. “As a matter of fact, it’s ‘calming’ down those nerve endings that are injured,” she said watching his cock. They both could easily see that he was quickly thickening and growing longer. She watched him closer as she turned up the TENS unit. He immediately responded, his back arching slightly as his hips thrust outward. His cock was quickly becoming thick and long. A tiny drop of pre-cum appeared at the mouth.

“A little bit more should make him just about right,” Lori said, watching his cock closely. If she went too far he would cum and his arousal level would drop. She wanted him at the edge, but not enough to cum. She turned up the power a little bit more. Again the response was immediate as he gasped and began to pant. His hips were now thrust outward, his cock at full length and hard, his foreskin stretched back as the head began to push out and flare wide. 

“I think that is hard enough, don’t you?” Lori was watching closely as she put the TENS unit down on the cart. She quickly grabbed the Ace bandage and wrapped it under his bloated sack. Wearing gloves, she couldn’t feel the intense electrical stimulation pulsing through his organs. She pulled the Ace bandage under his sack and then crossed it over the top of his cock, at the base. She wrapped it several times in this manner; pulling it tight each time she crossed it over. His hips were still off the chair, his cock thrust outward as if begging for attention. Wrapped tightly, she tied off the Ace bandage making his cock and balls bulge outward. He was huge.

“The male organs are very easy to manipulate. The cock consists of spongy chambers that fill with blood, when aroused. At the base of the cock are valves that allow blood flow into and out of the cock. As he becomes aroused, blood flows into his cock and the valve shuts, not allowing the blood to flow out. So, what we have done is created our own version of a valve, trapping the blood in his cock. He’ll be hard for as long as you need him to be hard.” Lori stood there smiling at the Mistress.

His cock had ballooned up, dark red and hard. The swelling at the base was still obvious, swelling also as he became bigger and harder. With the Ace bandage tied around him, he would remain hard. The Ace bandage also kept his balls tight and bundled up, sticking out in front of him. 

“And just for insurance, I’m going to numb up the base so that he doesn’t feel any pain there. Now is the best time to do that, since he is somewhat distracted,” Lori told the Mistress as she quickly pulled out a syringe filled with a numbing agent. Lori grasped the cock firmly in one hand and injected a small amount right into the middle of the hugely swollen area. She did this three more times in different areas around the base of his cock. Ross didn’t seem to notice since he was now quivering and shaking. 

“There, that’s enough,” Lori said as she quickly switched off the TENS unit. Ross immediately dropped back into the chair. He was panting, trying to catch his breath. His cock was sticking out, rock hard and drooling a steady stream of pre-cum. 

“You can’t leave that bandage tied around him for long. But I think it will be good enough for as long as you are needing,” Lori told the Mistress, smiling at her. “He should be fully functional for at least the next hour or two. Is that enough time?” she asked seriously.

“More than enough,” the Mistress replied, her eyes locked onto the throbbing cock between Ross’ tensed thighs. His sack was immense. His cock was still huge if not bigger now. The Ace bandage was far enough back to the base of his cock that it would not be in the way. The Mistress couldn’t wait to get him back to her room. 

“Thank you Lori, I owe you a big one for this. Any time I can do anything for you, just let me know,” the Mistress said; looking up from the hard cock, only long enough to smile at the young nurse.

“No problem, that’s what I’m here for. I will be taking you up on your offer, hopefully soon,” she said, her eyes wandering down to the bandage wrapped cock and balls. The Mistress then called for her bodyguards.



The New Slave Ch. 24



Chapter 24, The Mistress Indulges Herself

The bodyguards quickly arrived at the infirmary and entered the locked room. Moving up beside the Mistress and the nurse, they both were shocked to see the bandaged cock and balls, sticking out obscenely, huge and now very wet. The electro probe was still implanted deeply inside his cock head, the other lead line disappearing down below the huge ball sack. It was very obvious that he was in a high state of arousal. His cock head was immense and the mouth gaped open as if it was ready to spurt. He was still panting and trying to catch his breath. Both Lori and the Mistress looked nonchalant. 

"Take him to my room, restrained. I'll take care of him from there," she said without looking up. She was still gazing at the fleshy organs that she was moments away from enjoying. She thoroughly enjoyed men's endowments. Her husband had been normal in size but now she found that she more than enjoyed the larger males. This one was a magnificent creature. His genitals were oversized and she was going to enjoy every inch of his manhood. 

"Remember, you can't leave him tied up like that for long. Enjoy yourself, but take the bandage off in a little while. If you don't, you will be buying a slave from Dr Sherry." 

Both of the female bodyguards went to work, removing the restraints from the prone male slave. He was obviously tired and did not resist in any way. He even waited with is arms dangling downward as they finished securing him. Setting him up, they restrained his hands behind him and put his leather ankle restraints back on. They then helped him up and quickly searched for a covering for him. They would be leading him through an area where other guests were still present. 

"No, leave him uncovered. Let the guests see just what I'm going to be playing with. They'll all be envious," the Mistress told the bodyguards. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. 

"I do hope that you are ok. If you are in any pain, please tell the Mistress. I don't want to see that much meat, go to waste. Do you understand?" Lori asked grinning at him.

"Yes, I do. I don't want it to go to waste either," he responded, smiling back at her.

"We will be seeing each other again. I can promise you that," she said, her hand touching his erect cock. She knew that he was aroused, but wasn't sure just how much he was feeling. 

"I would enjoy seeing you again," he smiled back at her. "You have a very professional nursing touch," he said smiling at her.

"Let's go," the one female bodyguard told him. Her eyes were still on the huge sack swaying between his legs. She had never seen anything as big as Ross. She had not been in the arena area and had not seen him prior to now. The other bodyguard was just standing and gawking at his erection. Both were somewhat young and very inexperienced. 

The Mistress led the way down the hallway, approaching the arena area. Ross followed her with the bodyguards following close behind him. He was so large that his cock bobbed back and forth as he walked, his huge sack swaying between his legs. The Mistress smiled at guests as she made her way by the arena. As they walked, several of the guests stepped into the hall and stood, open-mouthed as they walked by. A few even winked and smiled at their host as she passed by. It was common knowledge that the Mistress would choose one of the night's slaves, to entertain her, privately. Most of them had guessed that it would be Ross, if he survived Darcy's assault on him.

Reaching the Mistress' private chambers, Ross was led into the huge room. The room was luxurious, containing thick plush cushions, deep chairs, tapestries, and a huge bed. There was a fire going in the fireplace, crackling with warmth and light. The bodyguards quickly took Ross to an overstuffed chair near the fireplace and began to remove his restraints. He relaxed while they took off the cuffs from his wrists and ankles. 

"No, leave those on. I like the look of a man wearing restraints," the Mistress told the bodyguards, pointing to his ankle restraints. "It is so submissive and it reminds them of what their duty is," she said. 

The bodyguards began to restrain Ross to the large chair, but were motioned by the Mistress to hold. They did so, waiting for their next order. 

"I don't think that is necessary. You can leave him. I think that I'm well enough protected in my own home. You can wait outside. I'll summon you in awhile," the Mistress told them. The two bodyguards immediately left the room.

"Do you like my bedroom?" she asked him, eyeing the still rock hard erection that was stretching out from his groin. She was standing across the huge room from him. 

"It's very comfortable. I like it very much my Mistress," he replied honestly. The warmth of the room made if very comfortable, causing his balls to hang down heavily. The head and foreskin looked somewhat larger as they swelled with increased blood flow. That same heat also helped the Mistress and her blood flow. 

Removing her shoes, she walked over to him softly, across the thick plush carpet. She stopped, only inches from him, face to face. She continued to look down, visually enjoying the sight of his huge cock and ball sack straining outward from the bandage. The heat of the room and the restrictive bandage forced him to thrust outward. 

"You have the most beautiful cock. It is so thick and the head is a wonder. It's so immense. The sight of your leaking male juices is almost more than I can handle. I can't even begin to describe your balls. They are unbelievable. I'm more than impressed with you, slave." She was staring down at his genitals. "You are a most enjoyable sight." 

"Thank you Mistress, you are very kind. I'm more than happy that you enjoy my body. I do understand that I am here for your pleasure. Whatever makes you happy is what I want to do," he told her softly. She was till staring down at him.

"I've been alone for a long time. My husband died years ago. I recently discovered a lot of things that I've been missing. I've found that I want to make up for some lost time. You might say that I have done without for a long time," she told him, still looking down and examining his erection. As close as they were, his cock head was touching the front of her white gown. There were large drops of pre-cum smearing the front of it. 

"You're not alone now. I think that you should enjoy yourself. That's what I'm here for," he said to her, staring at her face. She did look radiant, standing in the dimly lit room, the flickering firelight in her face. Her right hand slowly reached down and cradled the thick cock in her palm. Her left hand reached down and gently petted his cock as if it was a small animal. Her eyes were still glued to his genitals, never looking up at him.

"Do you think that you could enjoy entertaining an old woman," she asked hesitatingly. "I'm a lot older than my body appears." She asked him in a timid voice. 

"I'm older than I look. Don't let certain parts of me fool you. I'm older than I look," he said, his eyes watching her face intently. Her fingertips were gently rubbing the hard shaft. Her other hand moved down below the huge protruding ball sack and cradled it gently. Her hand couldn't reach around the massive sack. 

"Can you feel anything?" she asked him softly. 

"I'm feeling some very nice sensations, a lot more than you might think," he told her. He was slowly getting back a lot of feeling, especially in the head and foreskin. About half of his cock was feeling her touch, but the bottom half could feel nothing, due to the numbing agent used to ease the pain in the base. 

"One thing that I really miss is the feeling of a man growing in my mouth. And I love the feeling of his juices spilling into me," she said, her voice almost shaky in sexual excitement. 

"I think that I'm past that point right now, and I don't know if I could give you any of my cream. But I'm here for your pleasure, or whatever you may desire. You are truly beautiful," he said, still looking into her downcast face. He was being sincere. He had heard through some of Dr Sherry's staff, the story about the Mistress. He had been expecting a very old woman, but instead found a beautiful older woman. Close up to her, he could see a little of her age in the corners of her mouth and eyes. But her body was magnificent. He couldn't wait to see what was hidden under her gown. Even the skin of her exposed arms was smooth and supple. She didn't look to be over 60 years old. 

"You definitely are an entertainment slave," she said, looking up into his face for the first time. "Flattery is one of your best tools," she said, smiling. 

"It's not flattery. I'm only speaking the truth," he said softly. He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. He kissed her several times, his lips barely touching hers. He then slowly reached up to her shoulder and undid the gold clasp that held her gown up on one side. The soft fabric fell from her shoulder, partially exposing her breast. His mouth went back to her mouth, continuing the soft flickering kisses. He could hear the obvious change in her breathing. 

"Tell me if I offend you," he breathed into her ear. Her breast was exposed but he made no move to touch her. His mouth moved back to her mouth, this time kissing her deeper and longer. Her hands still cradled his cock and balls, but had stopped moving, paused as if waiting for something. He continued the deep kiss while his hand reached up and undid the other clasp, letting her entire top fall free from her body. She moaned softly. He kissed her harder, their lips pressed tightly together. This time, her fingers squeezed him softly. He could feel it. 

"Ummm," was the only sound coming from her. As he stopped the kiss, her head tilted back, her eyes closed. His mouth moved down to her neck and began to kiss her softly on the tender skin. At the same time, both of his hands slid down her sides, stopping just below her breasts. He brought his hands together, just under her breasts and moved them upward, softly squeezing the supple flesh. She moaned again, her head still back. 

"You have a beautiful body," he whispered into her ear, his face pressed against the side of her face. Her breathing had become more erratic, soft but obviously excited. His hands continued to caress and knead the soft tissue. He wasn't even near her nipples yet. 

"My doctors did a very good job. Do you like it?" she asked him, almost as if waiting for his approval. 

"Unbelievably," he moaned into her ear. "Can't you tell with your hands," he asked her softly. 

"Ummm, yes. Lori said that you might be functional," she responded, her hand softly squeezing the hard flesh in her hand. 

"Feel the mouth. That's how you'll know if I'm aroused," he told her, still nuzzling her neck, his fingers softly working her large breasts. Her fingertips immediately let go of his shaft and moved to his cock's tip. The pre-cum was obvious, dripping from the plum like head. He was dripping freely. Her fingertips were covered in his thick clear fluid. Feeling the thick fluid, she moved back away from him, suddenly. She was looking down at the fleshy organs between his thighs. The pre-cum made his arousal more than obvious. 

"You are incredible," she said, slowly dropping to her knees in front of him. She sat for a moment, closely examining his cock and balls. She leaned forward, opening her mouth wide. Her eyes closed as she sucked him into her mouth, both of her hands closed around the bloated balls. She began to softly suck him while her hands squeezed and worked his battered balls. It was his turn to close his eyes, his head rolling back, his hips pushed outward. Within seconds her mouth was hungrily sucking him hard, as if she were sexually starved for the food that his cock could supply her. She was hungry for him.

Within a few moments, he grasped her head and quickly pulled her head away. He moved his body back away from her hungry mouth. 

"You're way too good at that. You had me right at the edge and we've only just begun," he told her, his cock twitching obviously. She just smiled, moving her face toward him, her mouth opening again. He quickly stepped back again, further from her. He reached down and gently pulled her up from the floor. 

"You are beautiful," he said, her gown hanging down from around her waist. Her breasts were fully exposed, her nipples hard and erect. She had a tiny waist and her shapely hips barely kept the gown from falling from her. He stepped back away from her, holding her hands out from her. Just the sight of her was enough to keep him hard. Even at her age, the blush in her cheeks was obvious as she looked away smiling. 

He moved in close to her and kissed her deeply. She responded, sinking into his arms. His hands slowly moved up her ribs, past the large shapely mounds and came to rest on the hard nipples. Using his fingertips, he gently squeezed them, working them harder. After several moments, he stepped back away from her. Her eyes were closed, her head back, a dreamy look on her face. He reached out to her waist, freeing the gown that was hanging from her hips. He let it drop to the floor, moving her to step out of it. Looking down, he could see her thick juices leaking from her and down her gorgeous inner thighs. 

"It's too hot here, near the fire," he said to her, softly laughing. He put his arm around her and picked her up into his arms. He carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down on top of the luxuriant covers. She immediately scooted back, putting her head on a stack of pillows, her arms folded above and under her head. She was laying back, her legs slightly parted, one knee propped up slightly. Her pussy was hairless, smooth and soft. From where he was standing he could easily see just how wet she was. He stood there for a moment, just enjoying the sight. Even with the loss of feeling in his cock, he could feel the head throb from the sight of her. Even at her age, her body could easily be the centerfold of an adult magazine. She was magnificent. 

"Come here," she whispered. He put one knee onto the bed, his cock bobbing in front of him. He moved up onto the huge bed, crawling up her body till his mouth was near hers. He kissed her softly then pressed his lips harder against hers. She kissed him back, their lips locked together. In his crouched position, his cock was wet and hard, pressed up against her mons. Moving slightly, he pressed it against her harder and pushed down slightly, sliding it against her slick lips. She moaned as their kiss continued. He didn't move it anymore, just allowing it to remain pressed against her clitoris, letting her know that he was ready. 

His mouth slid away from hers, moving to her neck and throat. Lingering there for several moments, he moved further down till his mouth came to rest on her nipple. Sucking in, he softly bit down on her and then began to trace circles around the tender flesh. Even though her augmentation surgery had desensitized her, she could feel what he was doing to her body. Even if the sensation was lessened, the emotional charge was keeping her arousal soaring. She could only lie still as his mouth continued to move over her body. 

After several minutes lingering on her stiffened nipples, his mouth moved down to her tight belly, leaving soft flickering kisses and licks all over. Her entire body stiffened as his mouth moved further, kissing the top of her hairless pubic area. He moved back, kneeling between her outstretched thighs. His mouth continued all around her pubic mound, then moved to her tender inner thighs. She moaned softly as he kissed and sucked the tender flesh. Moving from thigh to thigh, he traded kisses with each one, not wanting to neglect either one. Her skin was so soft and smooth. 

Lying down between her legs, he reached up with one hand and began to massage one nipple, hardened by her excitement. She gasped as his fingers tweaked the hard nipple. His other hand moved up to her vaginal entrance, softly parting the thick wet lips. Her lips were gaping open, thick and fleshy. They were covered in her juices, waiting for him. He didn't want them to wait. He softly flicked his tongue on both of them, running his tongue up and down the length of the sensitive lips. He could see her shiver, her thighs tightening. He continued the oral assault on just the lips, waiting before he moved to her clit. She was so wet that a steady stream of her clear fluid ran down between her butt cheeks. She was more than ready for him.

He moved his tongue up and down both lips, lingering on each one. He then moved his tongue, hard through the middle of her, scooping up a large amount of the slick fluid onto his tongue. He quickly moved his tongue up to her clit, placing it softly on it without moving. Pressing on it, he could feel her arch, her body growing stiff. He began to massage the overly sensitive bud, tracing circles around it. She moaned out loud, her breathing now becoming more of a pant. Her hands moved down and grasped both sides of his head, not allowing him to leave her quivering center. 

"Don't stop, keep going. I'm going to cum, please don't stop," she moaned breathlessly. He didn't. He moved his tongue quickly over the swollen bud, moving from left to right then up and down. He continued working her clit, measuring her reactions by her tensed thighs, stomach, and the arch in her back. Her legs were stiff and tight, shaking as he continued using his mouth. He watched her body, his eyes peering over her pubic mound where he could see her stomach and chest. She suddenly gasped, her back arching high into the air, her shapely breasts thrusting outward. At this moment, he stopped working her clit, moving his mouth to the fleshy lips. Within a few seconds, her back dropped back onto the sheets, her legs relaxing. Feeling her slowly relaxing, he moved his mouth back to her clit, beginning again. She had not cum; he had more planned for the tender opening into her. He slowly started her arousal climbing, his mouth picking up momentum on her now swollen clit. Listening to her breathing, he could hear as she became more and more aroused, approaching orgasm.

He moved his hand up between her legs, watching as his fingers parted the fleshy folds of her pussy. She was sopping wet and he could easily see deep into her warm opening. Being older, her pussy gaped open, waiting and wanting. She was a deep pink color, coated in the slick juices. Ross had found years ago that he liked older women more than the young ones. His cock would fit into them like a smooth, soft leather glove. It would fit around him, accommodating him, gripping him, sucking him in deeper. The young ones were tight, but their pussies didn't respond like this. Most of them didn't seem to respond at all. It was just a very tight hole. 

Gaping open, he slid two fingers into the Mistress. She gasped as she felt them enter her. His mouth immediately clamped down over her clit, sucking it in hard. With the increased pressure, her clit quickly swelled up from the increased blood flow. He then quickly released the pressure by opening his mouth. Then he sucked in, and then he released the hold. He did this over and over, rhythmically forcing her clit to spasm. As the spasms became stronger, her butt began to move up off of the bed. She was going to cum hard. He continued his oral method on her till she suddenly cried out, her back arching hard, her legs flattening out on the bed stiffly. She cried out again, a long moan coming from her, her entire body shaking. His mouth continued on her.

After what seemed like several minutes, her back suddenly fell back onto the bed. Her legs went limp and fell open with her knees up and parted. Her hands were no longer pulling at his head; they were now dropped limply to her thighs. He continued to softly lap at the oozing entrance, more as if cleaning her, than stimulating her. He moved from her pussy and began to lay soft kisses on her inner thighs and the crease between her legs and torso. He glanced up to see her breasts go from panting to slow deep breathing. Her body was slowly coming down. He continued the soft kisses to her lips and thighs as he watched her breathing return to normal. 




The New Slave Ch. 24



After several minutes he slowly rose up and crawled up her warm body. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled at him, and immediately closed her eyes. She was spent. He moved up her body, planting kisses on her belly and the undersides of her breasts. He spent a few minutes softly kissing and sucking the now softening nipples. She was breathing normally now, her eyes closed, resting. 

"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked her softly. He had now moved all the way up her body, his mouth lingering on her neck. 

"Ohhhhhh, that was intense. You definitely are an entertainment slave!" Her eyes were still closed, her body heated up from the intense orgasm. 

"Oh we're not through yet," he whispered into her ear. He moved to her face and began a long soft kiss to her lips. The kiss gradually became deeper and longer, her mouth responding to his. Her arm moved around his neck, pulling him harder against her. One of her hands moved between them, searching below his belly for the fleshy cock that she had not forgotten. She found it. Hogtied as his cock and balls were, he was still rock hard and gooey. He was aroused too. 

He continued the long kiss, his mouth glued to hers. She still had him trapped against her with her arm around his neck. All he had to do was move slightly and his cock head pressed up against her pubic mound. She could feel him, her hand still grasping the hard shaft. He nudged her thighs apart as he settled between her legs. She responded by guiding the huge cock head to her moist entrance. She then let go of him, bringing her arm up to hold him to her.

"Relax, I'm going to make you feel very good," he told her, whispering into her ear. His mouth then returned to her mouth. 

"Ummm," was the only response she moaned. She could feel the head poised at her entranced, slightly pressed against her. He pushed slightly and the head easily slid into her. She moaned louder, a gasp coming from her as she felt his thickness push into her. They were both wet enough that it felt easy, a smooth sliding motion as he pushed deeper into her. He was only an inch of so into her, but she felt his hugeness. Her eyes flashed open as her arms tightened around his neck. She began to pull her body upward, under him to pull him deeper into her. She didn't have to, since he suddenly pushed harder, sinking half of his length into her. Her mouth went limp as it formed a big O, his lips still kissing her. Her body went limp, her breathing quickly becoming erratic. 

"Ummm, you feel so good. You're so hot inside, and wet," he whispered to her. He gently pulled back, his cock pulling out of her. Just the head was poised at her entrance.

"No, don't. Don't pull out," she moaned, almost fearfully. He had no intention of pulling out; he was just preparing to re enter her. He pushed back into her, still only half of his cock in her. This time he pushed further into her, an immediate reaction as her body tensed up hard, her thighs tightening against his hips. She was now pushing against him, trying to get him into her further. Her inner thighs clung to him, pulling on him. Her knees were up high now, wanted him in deeper. 

Ross pushed into her deeply, this time gently thrusting his cock all the way into her. She gasped loudly, her back arching as her arms tightened around his neck. 

"Oh, oh, oh, please, please, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh," were the only sounds coming from her pleading voice. Her body was tensed up tight. Her knees were up high, her lower legs wrapped around him, her ankles locked behind his butt. She was pushing hard against his pelvis, trying to pull him into her deeper. He pulled back away from her, his cock moving out of her, all except the head. She pushed against him, trying to pull him back in. He paused, and then pushed hard and deep into her. She moaned loudly, her body sinking into the bed. He pulled back again, then pushed hard into her. She began to shake, her breathing now turned to panting. He then began to rhythmically thrust hard and fast into her. She was shaking all over as he continued plunging into her. 

"Ahhhhhhh, Unnnggghhhh, were the only sounds that she could make as her pussy spasmed hard around his cock. Her back arched up off the bed as her legs tightened around him. He knew she was cumming. Her entire body shuddered as the first wave of a powerful orgasm started deep within her, spreading out through her body. She held tight to him as he poised, his cock buried as deep as he could inside of her. Her body continued shaking, her pussy clamping and releasing around his swollen cock. He planted his mouth on hers, forcing her to respond to him. She thrashed as he continued to roll his hips, forcing his cock to twist inside of her. He could feel her pussy spasms, the clenching and releasing as it grasped him. He continued to push deep into her, just holding himself inside of her.

After several minutes he could feel her spasms lessening as her body slumped down into the bed. She suddenly went limp, her pussy no longer grasping at his cock. She took in a deep breath and lay back quietly. She looked to be deep asleep. Ross continued to gently pump into her, softly, letting her pussy settle down before pulling out of her. Her arms had slid from his neck and dropped to the bed. She was now spent. He softened his thrusts till there was almost no movement. He softly withdrew from her, a torrent of fluid pouring from her open pussy. 

"I think you'll sleep fabulously tonight," he whispered to her, lightly kissing her neck, ears, and the tops of her breasts.

"No doubt. I just wish I could do the same for you. I may be exhausted, but I would still love to taste you," she moaned. He rolled off of her and moved to the side of her. She immediately snuggled up under his arm, curled up into his body.

"I wish you could too. Based on what I just saw with you, I have no doubt that you would be incredible," he said to her, kissing her lightly on the mouth. She snuggled into him closer. 

"You know, I could always buy you? Then you could ‘entertain' me daily, morning, noon, and night," she said, her breathing still somewhat erratic. "I'm afraid that you would wear me out," she said softly, her eyes closing. "I want to know what it feels like for you to unload into me. That would be unbelievable," she said, her voice softly fading. 

He rolled her over onto her back, kissing her lightly. He then got up from the bed, quietly and placed the covers over her nude and still wet form. She was sound asleep.

Quietly, he moved toward the door, undoing the Ace bandage from his overly stuffed cock and balls. He quietly opened the door. There, the two bodyguards immediately met him. They looked fearful as they saw him appear, alone. One of the bodyguards began to restrain him and the other one quickly went into the room and checked the Mistress. Satisfied that she was only sleeping, she came back outside the room. The one guard had Ross up against the wall, his legs spread with the handcuffs already on him. 

"The Mistress is completely out of it. I think he must have fucked her pretty well, to leave her like that. You must be good, slave," she said to him, her eyes on the still hard cock between his outstretched legs. She stepped up behind him and reached down between his legs. Grasping his cock, she jerked it back hard, causing him to jerk. The other guard grabbed his cuffs and jerked up hard, causing him to bend over. 

"Now that is a cock," she said, her fingers now squeezing it in an up and down motion, causing the pre-cum to run out of it. He winced as her fingers squeezed the hugely swollen base. The one guard held the cuffs upright, forcing him to remain in a bent over position.

"And judging by this sack full of nuts, he didn't dump his load. Think we should unload him right here. Just dump his shit on the floor. The Mistress wouldn't mind. Why not?" she asked the other guard. 

"Because we'll get fired, that's why." She said, watching intently as the first guard continued to milk him, roughly. He was beginning to breath hard and jerk, not from the pleasure, but from the pain in his cock. 

"I think he needs it. He wants me to milk him, look at the way his cock is hard. He needs it. Come on, let's just do him right here." The guard was now quickly jerking his cock hard with a tight fist. She had it pointed at the floor, so that it would spurt downward. 

"Stop. We're going to get in trouble. He might talk," the other guard said.

"Maybe, maybe not," she said, still jacking his cock hard. "He's going to pop really hard if I don't stop. Don't you want to see his milk shooting out?" 

"No, stop it! I'll report it if you don't stop," the first guard was furious, glaring at the offending one. "I mean it."

"Ok, this time. I'll see you again," she said, leaning down and talking directly to him. She let go of him, his cock quickly going soft. He wasn't aroused. He was in pain from her hard jerking of the damaged ligaments. 


"Go find something to cover him. We're going to be late if we don't get him back to the doctor's," the one guard said. "Besides, I don't think the doctor is going to like the condition he is in. He looks damaged." 

They quickly found a loincloth to cover him and took him to a waiting car. The drive to the doctor's facility was uneventful. There, they gave him over to Rachel who was immediately suspicious of them. She already disliked the Mistress' people, most of them arrogant and cocky. She took custody of Ross and escorted him to his quarters.

"Are you ok?" she asked Ross, suspicion in her voice.

"I don't know. I think there may be some problems," he said shakily. He turned around and faced her. He reached down and undid the tie on his hip, holding the loincloth to his body. Letting it drop to the floor, he stepped closer to Rachel. 

"Damn. What did they do to you?" she said as she moved in closer to him. "This is serious, I need to get the doctor," Rachel said, the worry obvious in her voice. She was bent over, her hand examining Ross' cock. 

"No. Don't do that. Don't get her, not now. Besides, I think that it will be ok," he said grinning at her. She wasn't grinning. She was mad. But she couldn't help notice that his cock was beginning to swell and lengthen. The more her fingers held onto his cock, the longer it got. He was getting hard from her touch.

"You've got to be kidding," she said, laughing. "Your cock is beaten and battered and I'm turning you on. You are something else," she said, laughing back at him. 

"This has happened before. I know what's wrong. The ligament was separated a long time ago; this is similar to a sprain. It'll be fine in awhile. If you can get me hard, that means I'll be ok." He stepped back away from her, just to free his cock from her more than pleasurable touch. He quickly put the loincloth back around his hips. 

"Thanks for caring though. I really mean that," he said, smiling softly at Rachel. 

"I do care about you Ross. I don't want to see you hurt. Are you sure you're ok?" she asked sincerely.

"I'm fine. I'll be a lot better with some sleep. The doctor can see about this tomorrow. Is that ok?" he asked her. It was obvious that he knew his body and had seen this damage before. 

"Ok, but I'm going to make sure she is aware of this. I'm sure she'll be calling the Mistress about this," Rachel stepped toward the door. "Are you sure you're ok? Can I get you anything?" Rachel wanted to do more, or say more. She wanted to stay with Ross and be with him. But not now. 

"I'm fine. And Rachel … thank you." he smiled at her. She quietly turned and left, locking the door behind her.



The New Slave Ch. 25



Chapter 25, The Training Finally Begins

Rachel didn't exactly keep her word. Even at the late hour, she contacted the doctor in person and informed her of what had happened. Dr Sherry was furious. She knew Mistress Francesca well enough to know that she would not hurt Ross, but the Mistress' staff or bodyguards were a different story. She would find out later what had happened. She suspected that the bitch bodyguard had something to do with any injuries. 

"The first time that I examined him, I could see evidence of ligament damage. It was obvious to me. The way his cock hung told me that the ligaments had been separated at some time in his past. He even told me that it had been separated, part of some bimbo's attempt to lengthen him. Oddly enough, she was successful," the doctor told the concerned Rachel.

"But he looks like he's in pain. It looks bad," Rachel told the doctor. Rachel was seeing the fresh, black and blue bruising and swelling at the base. 

"How's his mood. Does he seem ok?" the doctor asked her. 

"He seems fine, but it just looks so bad," Rachel tried explaining the obvious bruising and swelling in the base of Ross' cock. 

The doctor assured her that he was probably ok. Once the swelling goes down, he'll be fine. He might even gain a little in length, depending on how badly Darcy separated the ligament. 

"At worst, he's huge, he's long, and he might be even longer than we've seen," the doctor told Rachel, smiling devilishly. "Length is not a bad thing," she said laughing. Even Rachel laughed, calming down somewhat. "I'll take a look at him in the morning. For now, let him sleep, I'm sure he needs it after an evening with the Mistress. Besides, I'm dying to find out what exactly happened there." 

"What do you want me to do with him," Rachel asked, referring to the new slave's training regimen.

"I'll let you examine him. He likes what your hands can do to him, I'm sure of that," the doctor responded, laughing. She had misunderstood what Rachel was asking.

"I mean his training," Rachel replied, seriously. She then laughed, understanding what the doctor was referring to. "But I will take you up on that 'examine him' part. My hands enjoy what they do to him, and to me," she added. 

"Ok, I'll call you before I see him, then let you 'help me' with his exam," she said, teasing Rachel. "But for now, let him rest. He needs it. He's been here almost a week and he hasn't been through any training yet. Heather drained him to dry cums, and that told us his current amount, but we need to get him into training and start extracting the milk out of those cum bags. He'll be a heavy producer. I can guarantee that," the doctor said, a feeling of arousal starting to rise up from inside her. 

"Ok, tomorrow. Let me know when. I'll work on a training schedule, depending on whether he's ok or not," Rachel said, turning to leave.

"Believe me, that is one tough cock. As long as his balls are ok, we're definitely in the money," the doctor said. It was the first time that Rachel realized the doctor's interest was almost all about the money. The doctor was very sexual, but money was her main interest. She was all business. His cock was secondary to her interests. 

"Ok, in the morning. Good night Caren," Rachel turned and left the room.

"Good night Rachel," she replied, watching Rachel leave the room. Sometimes the doctor worried if Rachel was too involved with some of the slaves. She would have to keep a closer eye on her chief of security. For all that the doctor cared, Rachel could fuck a slave every day, as long as she collected the results in a rubber. 

The doctor was a firm believer in allowing the male slaves plenty of rest. She had found out a long time ago, that tired slaves released less of their produce. A rested slave would produce more sperm and ejaculate more often. Because of this, Ross wasn't disturbed until around 10:30 am the next morning. 

The doctor kept her word and called Rachel before she went over to the male slave's quarters. Rachel was already there when the doctor arrived.

"My, you are an eager beaver this morning," the doctor said when she saw Rachel waiting at Ross' door. "Anticipating a thorough exam?" the doctor asked, laughing.

"I'm always eager," Rachel replied, smiling. Rachel quickly produced the keys and unlocked Ross' door. Entering the room, both saw that he was sound asleep, covered by a blanket. "Well, let's see how he is this morning," Rachel said, softly pulling the blanket off of the sleeping Ross. Being dark inside the room, Rachel turned on a night light, casting the light onto his body, but not his face. 

"Now that doesn't look injured to me," Rachel immediately responded seeing a huge erection. 

"Wow, he does pump up nicely doesn't he," the doctor replied, both of them looking at the massive cock sticking up from between his legs. Being asleep, he was harder and longer than normal. For centuries, girlfriends and wives had thought that their male partners were having sexual dreams, when in reality, it was just the body doing it's own systems check. The big give away was the lack of pre-cum. The mouth of his cock was totally dry. 

"I can still see some damage there," Rachel said, looking at the swelling in the base of his cock. The large doughnut swelling was gone, but he was obviously bigger around the base than he was anywhere else along the length. 

"Don't worry, it's what I suspected. His pubic ligament has been separated before and this is the same old injury. Darcy thought that she was really doing some damage to him, but it's more like a sprain than anything. The swelling would be significant, but nothing permanent. You might say that he's been sprained before. He'll be ok." Both of them looked closer seeing a little bit of discoloration around the base of his cock, indicating the broken blood vessels in his shaft. 

"It looks so painful. Are you sure he's ok?" Rachel asked, still peering down at the rock hard cock. 

"Believe me Rachel, he's fine. If anything, Darcy might have lengthened him, but I doubt it. He's been lengthened before." The doctor was taking a closer look, her face only inches from his meaty appendage. 

"I don't think that he can get much longer," Rachel said, watching his length.

"Oh Ross, wake up Ross," the doctor said in a singsong type of voice. She reached out and flicked her fingernail along the underside of the swollen cock head. Flicking it several times, he didn't even stir. "Ross, come on big boy, wake up," she said again, flicking the sensitive underside of his cock head, several times. He moaned slightly and started to turn over.

The doctor watched him for a reaction as she continued to quickly flick the tightly drawn foreskin. Seeing very little reaction from him, she 'thumped' his cock head hard with her middle finger. Ross immediately jerked, his eyes flashing open with a startled look. 

"There you go. It's wake up time big boy. You've been asleep for a long time," she said watching as his cock began to wilt. Both Rachel and the doctor stepped back away from the bed.

"How are you feeling, any pain?" the doctor asked him. He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. He had been in a deep sleep, exhausted from the previous nights' events. He looked down at his own crotch as if checking himself.

"I think I'm fine, maybe a little bit sore," he responded quietly. He sat up all the way, trying to pull the blanket over his nude form. 

"Oh no you don't. There's a real quick way to find out," Dr Sherry said as she reached down and cradled his soft cock in the palm of her hand. She softly closed her grasp and began to gently massage the foreskin and head. "Open your legs up," she ordered him. He moaned softly as she continued to fondle him. He pushed one leg outward toward the wall and draped the other leg over the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide. Rachel watched, her arousal level beginning to perk up. Ross leaned back against the wall. 

"Just relax, let me see if there is any real damage down here," the doctor said softly as she continued her penile manipulation. Her fingers were working quickly on the soft cock. She knelt down next to the bed and reached out, taking the bloated ball sack into her other hand. She began to softly push both balls around inside the soft sack. Her fingers were moving faster now, gently squeezing the soft foreskin and head. 

Ross sighed deeply as his legs parted wider. His eyes closed as he began to enjoy the medical exam. Still softly gripping his cock, the doctor could see that it was in good condition as the head pushed out from the foreskin, quickly swelling into hardness. Within a few minutes, his cock was thick and meaty, quickly lengthening, as she continued stimulating it. He was rock hard within a few minutes and an obvious flow of pre-cum oozing from the now puckered mouth. 

"He's fine, nothing wrong with this slave," the doctor said, letting go of the quivering cock. He was almost ready to cum. His legs jerked as she let the hard cock drop to his thigh. She stood up, looking at Rachel. "Get him cleaned up and ready to go. We're going to start his training this morning. No time like the present. He's been having way too much fun the past few days." 

"Ahh, sure. I have a schedule ready to go," said the surprised Rachel. She was mesmerized by the doctor's slow masturbation technique. She was fully expecting the doctor to finish him, and was even looking for something to catch his sperm in. But she had stopped. Rachel was somewhat shocked. All that the doctor had to do was continue for another few seconds, but she didn't. Rachel could see the frustrated look on Ross' face. 

"I want him ready to go, a full training day for our stud here. It's time that he earns his keep," the doctor was already heading for the door. Ross was just beginning to catch his breath, lying back against the wall, his legs still spread wide. Pre-cum was flowing freely from his still twitching cock. 

"Yes doctor, I'll get right on it," Rachel replied, watching the doctor leave. Rachel wanted to finish Ross, knowing that he was only seconds away from spurting his regular huge amounts. She knew better, having seen training sessions literally drain or empty the new unsuspecting male slaves. Any slave that had been at the facility for over a week knew what was expected from them. To some degree, they became use to the daily milkings, but Ross was brand new. They all enjoyed the various forms of manipulative draining, but Ross had never been repeatedly drained. Today would be a long day for him, and a mix of pain and pleasure. She silently put the restraints on him and led him to a prep room.

Dr Sherry had already arranged for a meeting with Lorin, her personal assistant and an SES, a sperm extraction specialist. Lorin was in the doctor's office, waiting when the doctor arrived.

"Well, good morning. You look all bright eyed and bushy tailed," the doctor cheerfully greeted Lorin.

"I should say that you look all bright eyed, yourself," Lorin responded, eyeing the doctor curiously. "What have you been doing?"

"One thing that I really enjoy, playing with a new slave," she answered, smiling. 

"Ahh, you are referring to Ross? Are we finally going to start his training?" Lorin was intrigued, already figuring why the doctor had requested her. 

"Yes, even though he's already making us a lot of money, I think that we need to get him started. With the training, it will only make him either better or bigger, or maybe even both," she said, sitting down at her desk. Lorin sat down across from her. "I wanted to give you a head's up, he's going to prep right now. I thought that you might want to prepare yourself." 

"Prepare? You know I'm always ready for a slave like him," Lorin replied, a dreamy look on her face. The doctor knew Lorin's likes and dislikes and was more than aware that Ross was her favorite type. He was endowed and full of cum. She would have a field day, training him. "Do you want him on the usual regimen, vitamins and supplements?" 

"Yes, but I also want to put him on regular doses of Trilochem," the doctor said, eyeing Lorin carefully.

"You've got to be kidding. Maybe you forgot but I was there that first day with him. I watched while he was unloaded and unloaded and unloaded. His balls are already real pumpers. He's a gusher. Why would you ever want to put him on Trilochem?" Lorin was astonished.

"I remember his first day here, very well. And as I remember it, you were there helping him unload," the doctor said laughing. "You didn't seem to mind the amount then," the doctor was teasing Lorin. 

"Trilochem will shock his balls into overdrive. Do you think he can handle that?" Lorin was already considering the possibility.

"I think that a little chemical support will open up his possibilities," the doctor quickly replied. 

"It'll open up his balls. I don't think he could pump it out fast enough. It'll definitely increase his orgasm time," Lorin said, thinking ahead.

"His orgasm time, his sperm amounts, his pumping ability and most of all, his arousal levels will go sky high," the doctor said, smiling. "Just think about it. Of all people, you should appreciate what it will do to him," the doctor was offering. 

"Ummm, wow. That would be something to see. I definitely want to be there for that first one, when his balls kick into overdrive. At what rate and how long do you think it will take?" Lorin was more than interested now.

"I want him on 8 and 2, and I am pretty sure we'll see the beginning of his extended cums within a week. Just make sure we have plenty of towels and rubbers," the doctor said laughing at her joke. 

The doctor was referring to 8 and 2 as being 8 weeks on the drug and 2 weeks off of the drug. Trilochem was a leutenizing hormone for males. In short time, the drug would trick the balls into thinking that they were not creating enough sperm. Because of this, the balls would go into overdrive, creating more sperm. Trilochem would greatly increase sperm output but then eventually slow down the production. Being off the drug for two weeks would bring them back to normal, only to be 'tricked' when the drug was started again. 

"Trilochem. I can't wait to see this one," Lorin said, knowing of the drug, but never seeing it used on any of the males. 

"I also want him worked by different trainers. Keep switching them around. Each of them has their specialty and I want any and all methods used on him. I want every drop that can be sucked out of him. He's already making us a fortune, and now his milk can make us even more." The doctor stood up, indicating that she was finished with her instructions. She knew that Lorin would thrive on this assignment, which would almost guarantee an over abundance of male produce, just from this one slave.

Lorin was already excited. She quickly stood up, thinking about trainers and who to start with. There were a lot of trainers, each one knowing many methods to extract copious amounts of male cream. She was also very aroused, thinking of the results she would see with Trilochem. 

"Consider it done. I'll put my personal touch to the problem," Lorin said, joking.

"I knew you would. Try not to enjoy yourself too much," the doctor replied. 

Lorin didn't need to prepare herself, as the doctor suggested. She was ready to go, as long as it was with the new slave. All she wanted to do was change into something more comfortable, more appropriate for the new slave. She was mentally running through the list of trainers, mentally reviewing each of their specialties. They each knew almost all the ways to extract sperm from a slave, but some were better than others, in individual methods. She knew exactly who to start with. She would start with Jennifer.

Jennifer was what men referred to as a 'knock-out'. She was gorgeous. Jennifer was in her late 20's, and as most of the women at the facility, had very little actual knowledge of males or their anatomy, before their employment. What she knew, she had learned at the facility, or had read in books or seen in XXX movies. The doctor didn't like for any of the trainers to learn through XXX movies, but at least it gave them a basic 'working knowledge' of the male body. This basic knowledge eventually made its way into their methods and techniques. They all knew the basics, but experience taught them better and more productive techniques. In checking, Lorin found that Jennifer was available and paged her to the training building.

Lorin remembered Jennifer from a few months back, when they both worked on a new slave. Even Lorin thought that Jennifer was one of the most beautiful women that worked at the facility. Jennifer was around 5'6, maybe 135 pounds. A lot of that weight was in her breasts, which were almost perfect in appearance, full and rounded. They were definitely her biggest and best assets. She had a tight tiny waist and shapely hips tapering down to long gorgeous legs. Her dark tan was all over, with the exception of what appeared to be the hint of a small tiny bikini. Her blonde hair was thick, going past the middle of her back. She had a beautiful face, with pouting lips and dark eyes that sparkled blue. She could easily have been a centerfold in any of a multitude of men's magazines. 

Appearing quite nervous, Jennifer met with Lorin in a private office away from the actual training rooms. The huge building had training rooms for almost any type of extraction that could be imagined. Some of the girls had not even seen or used the majority of rooms. 

"Hi Jennifer, come on in," Lorin said smiling at the nervous young woman. 

"Hello miss Lorin," Jennifer responded, appearing almost afraid to move. 

"Miss Lorin? How long have you been here at the facility? Call me Lorin," she said, trying to calm the trainer. 

"I'm sorry.... Lorin. I've been here just over a year now," she said, taking a seat across from Lorin. 

"A year? Wow, that shows you how much I get around. I know we worked together on a few slaves in the past," Lorin was trying to remember details about Jennifer. 

"Well, you helped in my initial training, and that was with only one slave. I've been on my own pretty much since then," Jennifer replied, her nervousness still obvious. 

"Relax. I've picked you to help in a new slave's training. It's to start right now, with just us. I think you're going to find this very arousing. He's brand new here," Lorin replied, still trying to be friendly with the trainer.

"I'm sorry. I was nervous. I couldn't think of what I might have done wrong," the beautiful trainer laughed, her nervousness fading quickly.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. On the contrary, I have picked you to start out this slave's training because of your looks and ability. He's new here and I know that he'll respond strongly to you. Believe me, I've worked with this one before and he is very responsive. He is going to love you."

"Oh, well in that case, tell me what you want. I definitely enjoy working with the slaves and can do whatever you want me to," Jennifer replied quickly, now relaxed. 

"I bet you do," Lorin joked back. To Lorin's knowledge, there wasn't a single trainer at the facility that didn't enjoy the power and control, not to mention the sheer sexual arousal that they got from playing with the males and their bodies. Jennifer was no exception to playing with males. She thoroughly enjoyed her own arousal, peaking her imagination with new ways to pull more produce from her male trainee. You might say that she loved her job. She also loved working on endowed males, rather than normal males. Ross' balls would be a first for her, because of their size and output. 

"This new slave is very visually responsive. Hell, he's completely responsive, in all aspects," Lorin joked. "I think that you're going to really like training him," Lorin remarked. 




The New Slave Ch. 25



"If he's the one that I've been hearing about, I'm already excited," Jennifer responded. 

"Well, lets get started on him. I do think you're going to be surprised at his output. You've never seen anything like this one." Lorin was being honest now, trying to prepare Jennifer.

"I've heard that he's somewhat large, in a certain area," she replied, fishing for more information from Lorin. 

"Bigger than you've ever seen. And he's unbelievably full," Lorin knew that her description wasn't helping Jennifer any. She was already fidgeting in her chair. The look on her face was one indicating that she was ready to go.

Prior to leaving the office, Lorin called security and arranged for two security officers to get Ross from the prep area and bring him to Jennifer's training room. They were to 'prone him out' as they called it and secure him in restraints. 

A few minutes later, both Lorin and Jennifer arrived at Jennifer's training room. Standing outside, they waited while security finished restraining Ross. Lorin took a long look at Jennifer and thought for a moment. 

"Well, let's go introduce you to Ross," Lorin told a smiling Jennifer. "I think that you're going to enjoy this a lot," she said. "Oh, by the way, what are you wearing underneath those shorts," Lorin asked Jennifer. Jennifer was wearing comfortable, but very short shorts, tennis shoes, and a tank top. The tank top barely covered her breasts underneath. It was comfortable clothes for what she did on a daily basis, to sexually train male slaves. 

"Uhhh, not much. I am wearing a thong, why do you ask?" Jennifer looked a little confused.

"Remember, I said that he was visually responsive. I think that we can both do with a little less clothing. Believe me, I know he's going to respond very quickly to you. Why don't you take off the shorts and the top? You are going to make a very big impression on him. And also, he does tend to get quite messy." Jennifer still looked a little confused but followed Lorin into the training room. 

Security came to the door, telling Lorin that the new slave was proned out and restrained. Stepping inside the door to Jennifer's room, both Jennifer and Lorin could see Ross. As security left the room, the door was locked from the inside. To prone out a slave meant that he would be secured to a padded table, his upper body lying chest down flat on the table while his legs were below him, spread wide and secured to the floor. Each leg was pulled out wide and downward, in essence, planting him to the floor. His arms were pulled out away from his head and body, and then secured to opposite corners of the table. This position rendered the slave the most vulnerable and open to any manipulation. 

Lorin and Jennifer were on the opposite side of the room, where Ross couldn't see them, due to his position. Neither of the women could see much of Ross, except for his proned form. 

"He's very responsive, visually. Go ahead and take your top and shorts off," Lorin said as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed her skirt. Lorin was normally seen around the facility dressed in business attire. She was always well dressed. 

"You want me to take off my top and shorts?" Jennifer asked sheepishly. Jennifer looked surprised.

"Yes definitely. Once he sees that body of yours, he'll be more than ready for you," Lorin said with as much flattery as she could. Lorin was already down to a thong. As fabulous as Jennifer's body was, Lorin wasn't far behind in looks. She was a lot smaller in all areas, compared to Jennifer, but nonetheless, beautiful. 

A big smile spread across Jennifer's face as she turned and viewed the proned Ross. She reached up and pulled the tank top over her head, discarding it to a nearby chair. She then slowly slipped her shorts over her hips, dropping them to her bare feet. Beginning to feel more aroused, Jennifer padded across the thick carpet, behind Ross, seeing his body for the first time. 

"Oh my gosh! If ever there were a set of bull balls on a man, these are the ones," she said, her mouth hanging open. Almost immediately, she could feel a warm gush of moisture begin to flood her pussy. With almost every area in the facility kept to a 'hot' temperature, his full sack hung down heavily, thick and soft. The doctor was more than aware of what warmer temperatures could do to a male. 

"I knew you would like him," Lorin quickly replied. "He is a mouthful," she laughed. 

"Ummm, I think I'm going to like training this one," Jennifer said, her eyes still glued to the huge sack hanging down, between the outstretched thighs. She quickly moved around the table to where he could see her. Stepping in front of him, she bent down, leaning closely into him. 

"Hello Ross. I'm Jennifer and I'm going to be training you. I think that you and I are going to have a lot of fun together," she said, her nipples fully distended and more than obvious to the 'rested' Ross. It was his turn to stare, his eyes glued to the beautiful face in front of him. He was quickly becoming aroused, and he hadn't even noticed her breasts yet. 

"Jennifer. I love that name, it's always been one of my favorites," he said, smiling softly. She smiled back.

"I heard that he was a lot older than our normal slave," Jennifer said quietly to Lorin. He doesn't look old. He is actually quite handsome. I'm impressed. And there is one part of him that doesn't look old at all. Umm, I'm beginning to love my job here," Jennifer said, a big smile spreading across her face. 

"I knew you would like him. And I was sure that he would like you too. That's why I picked you. Now you see why I wondered what you were wearing, underneath. It made a big impression on him," Lorin said laughing. She was standing behind Ross and was now pointing between his legs. Ross' cock was quickly thickening and beginning to drop, much like a horse smelling a mare in heat. 

Jennifer stood up straight in front of Ross, letting him get an overall look at her. She could see his eyes move slowly down her body, from her breasts and hard nipples, down to her tight stomach, all the way down to the thong that barely covered her. Lorin watched intently as she could see his cock dropping quickly. He was growing fast.

"Let's get started," Jennifer said smiling at Ross. She was wetter now than she had been in months. This was a new feeling to her. 



The New Slave Ch. 26



Chapter 26, Jennifer Breaks the Records

Seeing Lorin pointing between Ross' legs, Jennifer just smiled, and then moved around the table back toward his more than exposed rear end. She stood there admiring what she was seeing.

Ross was tightly restrained, his arms outstretched in front of him, his upper body resting comfortably on the padded exam table. His legs looked uncomfortable, but in actuality, he was very comfortable. A chain, attached to a large bolt in the floor, secured each ankle restraint. Positioned in this manner, his legs were opened wide, his genitals hanging down below him. He didn't have any mobility, but he didn't need any either. He was comfortable and just lay there waiting. Both Lorin and Jennifer were enjoying the view. 

With the room temperature set to 80 degrees, his balls hung down heavily, full, thick and bloated. 

"I do think that those babies are just begging for some relief," Jennifer said, a grin on her face. Since Jennifer had moved back behind him, he could no longer see her and his cock had begun to soften. He was still thick, but no longer growing. 

"Well, he's all yours. Show me some of your training methods. I'm just here to watch and oversee everything. You are the trainer," Lorin told Jennifer. Jennifer just smiled, her eyes still glued to the massive fleshy area, between his legs. 

"Well, I know that we're going to need a lot of rubbers," Jennifer mumbled under her breath. 

"Go ahead and examine him. Since he's new to the facility, give me your assessment on what would work the best on him," Lorin said, watching Jennifer closely. Trainers always worked on slaves, behind closed doors. There were only a few areas at the facility where 'things' were done publicly, where anyone could watch. But in the trainer's own training rooms, the doors stayed locked. Results were measured in amount, not method. More was always better. Lorin had heard about Jennifer's special methods. She seemed more than productive in her collections.

Grabbing a rolling office chair, Jennifer moved over behind Ross. Wearing only the thong, she sat down and rolled herself up closer in between his outstretched thighs. Lorin could see that the lower area of Jennifer's thong was already very wet. 

"Well, basically it's more than easy to make a male cum. That's a given. They're more than easy to do. But to continue making them cum after they're tired is a little harder. That's when technique or method is important. And when you start forcing them, if you don't do it right, you get a lot less of their milk. So, you have to be able to force them to cum, and to cum hard. Then you get a lot of their milk, if you know how to do it right." Jennifer had rolled up close to Ross, her face only inches from his soft sack. She was visually examining him before moving onto a more physical examination. It was obvious to Lorin that Jennifer was more than anxious to touch him. 

"Damn, he is huge. I've never seen a male this big!" Jennifer said, watching the huge amount of meat between his legs.

"Every male is different. One responds heavily to one method, while another might barely put out a few drops with the same method. One might blow his nuts wide open while another doesn't even cum. You have to learn what affects each different male. That takes time and close observation of the individual." Jennifer was definitely better at her job than the average trainer. 

"So what methods do you recommend for maximum extraction?" Lorin asked. Lorin had her own ideas on what worked on individual males, but was always open to new techniques. With Lorin, there weren't many techniques that she didn't know. 

Jennifer turned around looking at Lorin, a big smile spreading across her lips. "Well, let's see, what exactly do we have here to work with," she said, her eyes turning back to her exam. Softly, her right hand moved up Ross' right inner thigh, barely touching him. He immediately stiffened as he felt her touch on his bare skin.

"Whoa there big boy, take it easy. I'm not going to hurt you," she said, as if she were talking to a horse. Her hand continued to gently rub the inside of his upper thigh. 

She softly patted his inner thigh, close to his genitals. Her hand then continued moving slowly up his thigh, till her fingers were about an inch from the huge sack. 

"Ummm, he is huge. I've never seen a man as big as this. His balls are unbelievable," Jennifer mumbled, her left hand now slowly moving up his left inner thigh. She then moved her hand around to the front of his leg, letting her hand travel up his thigh, softly caressing the soft sensitive area of his pelvis, inches away from his pubic region. From where she was sitting, she could see the foreskin-covered head of his cock, partially hidden by his balls. It was now thickening and dropping quickly. She was already amazed at the size, and he was still soft. The head was still softly tucked up inside the thick foreskin. 

"His cum bags are bloated. They're so full that they need extracting," she said, her hands now coming together under the full sack. Hefting them up and down gently, she felt his balls as if weighing or measuring their contents. "I've never even seen anything this big, not in books or those videos."

"I knew you would like him. Now show me some of your particular methods," Lorin told her, leaning her shapely ass against the exam table. 

"Well, since my intent is to drain him completely, I will start off gently with him, so that he doesn't get desensitized. I want him to be able to respond to me, over and over. I have a feeling this could be a long day for him." She quickly opened a nearby drawer and pulled out a box full of rubbers. Holding the package in her fingertips, she used her teeth to tear it open, pulling the rubber out with the same fingers. Her other hand kept a firm grip on his sack. 

Laying the rubber on her bare thigh, she reached up and continued the gentle rubbing of his ball sack, massaging them, rolling them around inside the warm and soft bag. Continuing with one hand, she reached under his balls and gently grasped the covered head and began to softly rub it. Almost immediately the head rolled out from under the foreskin, his cock now dropping quickly. He was getting hard fast.

"I don't know the entire story, but you might be a little careful with the base of his cock. He was at Mistress Francesca's last night. It was a quick rental deal, a real moneymaker. I'm not sure how, but he returned with one hugely swollen cock."

"With these balls, I'm sure he would attract attention, even in his clothes. I can see how he would be popular among certain women," Jennifer said. 

"Oh he is, believe me, he most definitely is," the doctor replied.

"His balls are bloated big time, they're full," Jennifer mumbled, her focus on the huge balls in her hands. "I thought he looked sort of swollen," she said to Lorin.

"Oh no, he's just about normal size right now. The swelling has gone down a lot, since he came in last night," Lorin replied, watching Jennifer for a reaction. It was immediate as her head snapped around, staring at Lorin.

"You mean this is 'not' swollen. This is his normal size," she said, her eyes growing wide. Her hand was softly milking the end of his cock, very gently.

"That's right. He's pretty normal right there. The base is a little swollen, you can see if you pull it out to full extension," Lorin reported. Jennifer immediately pulled the foreskin back gently, moving his ball sack out of the way to see the damage. From her vantage point, she could see a slight swelling, just around the base. He still had that wedge shape to his cock. 

"Wow... I thought he was really swollen. I never dreamed that this is his normal size. I'm impressed. When can I schedule my appointment with him? How about right now?" she said, laughing. It was obvious that she was very aroused by Ross. Her thong was saturated with the thick fluid leaking from her. She was also very intent on what her hand was doing to him. Both of them could hear his breathing becoming more erratic.

Feeling him and looking between his legs, Jennifer could see that he was fully erect. Using her fingertip, she felt the tip of his cock, finding it covered in his pre-cum. She immediately let go of him and took the rubber from her thigh. She expertly placed it on the tip of his cock and with one movement, rolled it up the length of his organ. 

"Ok baby, we're going to have some fun now. Just relax and enjoy this one," Jennifer said almost in a whisper. Her left hand was still trying to encircle the huge sack while her right hand began to softly pump the huge cock. She squeezed slightly, causing him to gasp, his shoulders arching upward like a cat stretching. It was obvious to her as she observed his hamstrings tighten up and begin to shake. He was slowly rising up on his tiptoes. She squeezed a little harder and began to pump the meaty shaft quicker. His breathing quickly went from erratic to a full pant.

"Wow, he is responsive," Jennifer said, looking at Lorin. Lorin just smiled. She couldn't help but notice that Jennifer's nipples looked painfully hard. They were distended and hard. 

"As bloated as his balls are, I know they're full. How long has it been since they were dumped?" she asked, watching her hand slowly move up and down on the rock hard shaft.

"Bloated? He's not bloated. That is his regular size. It's only been about 12 hours since he left the Mistress' estate. I am sure that he probably cum many times while there," Lorin told her, watching her for a response. Jennifer's head popped around, her eyes wide as she realized that Ross had probably been milked out, less than 12 hours before. 

"You've got to be kidding. There's no way. He's huge and I know that he's full. I can feel it," she said, the disbelief showing on her face. Her hand was still softly pumping the meaty cock. 

"No, I'm not kidding. I'm serious. That is why the doctor likes him so much. We've been testing him for about a week. He consistently puts out huge volumes."

Jennifer just sat and stared at the tightly drawn up sack. He was on the verge and it had only been a couple of minutes of her manual stimulation. His sack had tightened up, indicating that he was quickly approaching orgasm. 

"He's about ready to pop, right now. I always try to let them enjoy the first one, then begin to work their body after that," Jennifer said, watching between his legs.

"Oh, he'll pop all right. He always does. And I think that he'll be enjoying a lot of them in this session, till he's emptied. That's when it'll get harder to coax them from him," Lorin replied, knowing some history of Ross, and of the male body. 

"I think about now should do it," Jennifer said quietly as she watched his body language and quirks. Jennifer had learned to watch the male body closely, letting her know when to apply pressure, speed, or just hard action, or when to ease up. Ross' hips were beginning to push hard against the padded table, his back arched high. Jennifer could see that he was about to cum, his thighs and hamstrings tightened up hard, shaking and especially the fact that he was standing on his tiptoes, allowing her more access to his sensitive genitals. 

Ross gasped loudly then began to pant hard and fast. He thrust his hips downward, literally pushing his cock into her softly pumping hand. His hips jerked hard several times and suddenly his entire body froze stiffly. The first thick gush of cum shot out of the tip of his cock, blasting into the rubber. Jennifer immediately concentrated on what she was doing, slightly easing up on the pressure of her hand, but continuing to gently rub the jerking cock. His body then jerked upward, hard as more of the warm gushes shot out of him. He was spurting hard, his entire body feeling the incredible sensations coming from between his legs. 

"This is unreal," Jennifer mumbled, her eyes glued to the pulsing cock, gush after gush flowing out of the hardened organ. Even though her hand was still gently pumping him, the rubber was quickly filling with the thick milky fluid. It already looked like an overfilled water balloon, hanging down from him. "I can't believe that he was unloaded only 12 hours ago," she said in disbelief.

"Believe me, he was," Lorin replied, her attention also on the overfilled rubber. He was still pumping out the thick globs. 

"This is incredible, I've never seen cum like this, not in this amount," Jennifer said, still watching the rubber and beginning to slow her hand movement down. She was now gently squeezing the thick cock, just letting the milky solution flow out on its own. He was no longer pumping, his balls temporarily spent. His entire body had slumped down on the table, his breathing still raspy and deep. 

"You did well, Jennifer. I'd say that is more than we got out of him the first day, when we started examining him. I think that it took two orgasms to get that much, on his first exam. You have talented hands," Lorin said, still watching Jennifer gently masturbate the exhausted slave. 

"Thanks," Jennifer said, a slight blush across her cheeks. She had now let go of him, his cock beginning to soften. She reached under the table and pulled out a specimen jar. She then carefully squeezed the top of the rubber, sliding it down his semi hard cock, making sure to capture all of the creamy thickness inside of it. Holding it up in the light, it looked like the entire bottom third of the rubber was full, a mottled thick white cream floating inside of it. And it was warm.

"I've never seen anything like this," Jennifer said, letting the used rubber drop into the specimen jar with a loud 'plop'. She quickly secured the lid to the jar and placed it in a nearby refrigerator. She went to the sink and ran hot water, soaking a washcloth in it. She quickly returned to Ross, still breathing hard and wrapped the hot cloth around his softening cock. He jerked slightly from the heat, but immediately eased his body back down as he began to enjoy the 'hand bath' from Jennifer. 

"I've found that a quick cleaning can help produce better results for the next orgasm, especially with hot water," Jennifer told Lorin. Lorin just smiled. She was more than aware of what hot water did to a male's cock and balls. She had learned a long time ago that hot water would relax a male's balls, allowing them to recover faster and pump harder. Keeping them warm and slightly swollen would produce heavier cums. 

"Well, now that you've done him once, what's your evaluation for a 'forced cum'?" Lorin asked seriously. 

"Oh, he's nowhere near forced cums, yet. He's got a ways to go before we start having to force him," Jennifer said, still cleaning the soft fleshy cock. 

"I know that. What I meant was, what would you think would be required, to force him later?" Lorin was more testing Jennifer than she was just asking. She wanted to see how well trained Jennifer was. Jennifer was one of the few trainers that didn't talk or brag about her abilities. It was pretty much unknown, just how Jennifer did her normal training. She got results, but no one knew just how she got those results. With locked doors to training, she would go in, the slave would go in, and soon she would come out with large amounts of sperm. Lorin was the only one that ever noticed Jennifer's ability. No one had ever questioned her methods.

"Well, I'm sure of one thing. I can tell that his cock is very fleshy, not to mention large. But his balls are different. They're huge for one thing, but they're really thick and hard. There's a lot of muscle in his genital area. I have no doubt that electro stimulation would produce great results in him. He would be an excellent candidate for electro ejaculation. Once he stops pumping his milk out, electro stimulation would force him to keep pumping." There was almost a glazed look in Jennifer's eyes as she imagined using electro stimulation on such large organs. It aroused her more than it did Lorin. 

"Very good, I totally agree. Let's see how far we can get today in his training. There are a ton of methods to use." Lorin was very aroused, but just sat, semi nude and watching while Jennifer continued her warm cock bath. 

"You're right. Every male is different. Some respond to one thing while another won't respond at all. The trainer has to recognize each slave's arousal and what peaks it. All of that takes awhile to figure out, since each slave is so different," Jennifer said seriously. 

"Ok, so what do you recommend now. He seems rested, so what would you like to do with him?" Lorin had moved over closer to Ross, a fingernail tracing small circles on his upper thigh. 

"Oh, what I would like to do and what I'm allowed to do, are two different things," Jennifer replied laughing.

"Really, and what is that?" Lorin asked, now very serious. Jennifer suddenly turned and looked at Lorin. She suddenly looked very nervous.

"Nothing really, I was just kidding," Jennifer responded, busying herself with the washcloth. 

"No you don't, tell me what you would like to do. I know that you must have your own methods. You do seem to extract a lot of the male milk, more than most of the other trainers. 

"Let's just say I have my own methods." Jennifer was now very uncomfortable, trying to look busy. She was using the washcloth and rubbing the same area on Ross' cock that she had been cleaning for over a minute. 

"Relax, your among friends. You can tell me. I really want to know what your method is. Believe me, I have a lot more methods than the trainers, so your secret methods are probably already known to me. I tend to use some unorthodox methods, myself," Lorin said, sincerely. She was watching Jennifer closely, smiling at her. 

"Ok, but I might get in trouble for this," Jennifer replied hesitantly.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I'm only curious," Lorin was asking, as friendly as she could. 

"I know without a doubt that I can get more produce from a slave, if I consider his mental, emotional, and physical responses, instead of just his physical response. You may have gotten the impression that I was going to train today, wearing my shorts and tank top. No, because that is why I was wearing the thong. It's for the slave's arousal, for him as a visual aid. Sometimes I don't wear it. But I hope to arouse him more. If I can get him very very aroused, then I can extract more of his milk." 

Jennifer was searching for ways to explain what she was thinking. Lorin already completely understood the concept. Arousal would lead to ejaculation. Heavy arousal would lead to heavy ejaculation. Lorin was already an expert in this area of sexual response, for both herself and those lucky enough to have an appointment with her. 

"I totally understand. Just do whatever you think is right. Pretend that I'm not here," Lorin said.

"Ok. Arousal is key and that means mental and physical. That is one reason that I start off slow and soft, so as to not desensitize him, either physically or mentally. I'll gradually progress, doing whatever I need to do, in order to drain him," Jennifer was almost holding her breath, hoping that Lorin understood. She completely understood. 

"Jenn, you're doing great. Just continue how you normally would. I'm fascinated. Do whatever you normally do."

"I just hope I still have a job tomorrow," Jennifer replied laughing nervously. 

"Based on just what you told me, I guarantee that you'll be working here for a long time. You have a great attitude about all of this. You'd be surprised at how many trainers just grab, jerk, and catch," Lorin told her sincerely.

"I found a long time ago, that my arousal was almost as important as his," Jennifer said, nodding at the relaxed Ross. "It didn't take long working here, before I found that I can easily jack a male off, suck him off, or even fuck him," she said, hesitantly. "But doing sexual extractions, day after day, can get pretty boring and mundane. So, I had to keep myself aroused, in order to keep my imagination and interest perked. I've been doing very well at that," she said, reaching into a travel bag that she had been carrying. She pulled out a small bullet vibrator.




The New Slave Ch. 26



"Ahh, a girl after my own heart. I think you've learned what I understood a long time ago," Lorin said to her. Lorin watched intently as Jennifer turned slightly away from her and pulled her thong to one side. She then gently inserted the small egg shaped vibrator into herself, a slight gasp escaping her lips. She had been aroused and just the insertion caused her body to begin enjoying the small toy. She turned the battery pack to the 'ON' position and moved the control to low. She then inserted the control into the top of her thong, freeing her hands. It was obvious that Jennifer was beginning to enjoy the sensations emanating from deep inside of her. 

"What do you plan next?" Lorin asked her visibly aroused trainer. 

"Like I said, it's important that I keep him aroused, and I think we should change his position. It's easy to masturbate a male with his cock and balls hanging down. I want to roll him over, on his back and work on him. That will allow him to see me and what I'm doing to him."

Jennifer was already undoing the ankle restraints and moving around the table to release his wrist restraints. Lorin got up and helped her, getting Ross moved over to a nearby gynecological table. As he was placed onto the table, Lorin and Jennifer reattached his wrist and ankle restraints pinning his arms down to the sides of the table. His legs were in the stirrups, which they secured and then spread to an open and upright position. His thighs were spread apart, his genitals hanging down soft and heavy. 

From the new position, Ross could lay back and view his gorgeous trainer. Just seeing her caused his cock to begin hardening. He wasn't hard but he was quickly thickening and dropping. Jennifer immediately moved up between his spread thighs and began to gently massage the huge balls. Holding one ball in each palm, she rolled her fingers around, kneading and rolling the huge orbs.

"I've never felt balls as huge as these," Jennifer commented, watching as her hands worked the mushy bag. "Something as big as these, must have a million nerve endings. I bet he is in pain, just walking around," Jennifer said, being as gentle as she could with his balls.

"On the contrary, we've found that it's almost impossible to injure or damage those bags," Lorin said, coming around to Ross' thigh, closer in order to watch the action. Jennifer looked up at her, shocked. "We did almost everything that you can imagine and nothing hurt him," she said remembering the first day of exams.

"I can't believe it. For the first time, I'm feeling all the 'stuff' inside the bag, besides his balls. There's a lot inside there," she said, referring to the mushy cords and tubes coming from the top of each ball, which carries the sperm away from the balls and to the cock. Her grip tightened up somewhat, squeezing a little harder and trying to get a better feel of the mysterious things inside of him. 

By now, Ross was rock hard, his cock bobbing from thigh to thigh as her hands continued to learn his anatomy. Even after his intense orgasm, he was now oozing a steady flow of pre-cum, a large amount running down the shaft. 

"Am I hurting you," she asked Ross softly, looking at him for the first time since she started his testicular play. His eyes never left her face, as he shook his head 'no'. He was entranced with her beauty, not to mention what she was doing to him. To Ross, Jennifer was one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen. He had never been that interested in blondes, but Jennifer was absolutely gorgeous. 

Seeing that his hard cock had such an abundance of pre-cum, she quickly took another rubber and within a couple of seconds, had expertly rolled it onto him. The doctor didn't like wasting sperm or pre-cum. She continued working his balls, preparing him for another hard orgasm. The rubber began to hang to the side of his cock head, the pre-cum collecting quickly in the tip. She knew that he was ready.

Jennifer was mesmerized by his size, and she was fascinated by what her fingers were feeling deep inside the soft sack. She had never felt anything inside of a male, with the obvious exception of the balls themselves. Now she was feeling all of the parts that make the orgasm possible, carrying the sperm out of the balls and out of the cock. She suddenly felt a shiver in her overly moist pussy, causing her to slightly double over. She hadn't even noticed it but her legs were already shaking. Even Lorin noticed her slight body jerk as Jennifer quickly reached down and grabbed the power control of the bullet vibrator from the top of her thong. Letting go of Ross, Jennifer quickly turned the vibrator off and took a deep breath.

"Umm, that was close. I was enjoying myself a little too much," she said, taking several deep breaths. With her arousal soaring from playing with Ross' balls, she had been enjoying the sensations emanating from the quietly purring vibrator. Before she knew it, she was on the verge of cumming. She wasn't ready yet, and would enjoy that sensation very quickly. Feeling her own arousal about to peak, she turned the vibrator control back to on and put the control back into the top of her thong. She was beginning to breath hard.

"Ok, let's see just how sensitive he is," Jennifer said, trying to catch her breath. She wanted to cum, but was holding out. She reached up with one hand and pushed her fingers into his sack, feeling the huge balls move around inside. Her other hand softly grasped the rubber covered cock and began to rub it slowly. He had enough pre-cum inside the rubber that his cock sloshed around inside of it. He immediately moaned softly as she began to rub. 

"Umm, want me to do you slowly or do you fast," Jennifer asked him seriously. She was still feeling the vibrations going on deep inside of her. 

"Unggghhh," he moaned as his eyes rolled back and closed, enjoying her hand on his cock. She would slowly stroke him, pulling the foreskin up over the swollen head, and then pulling it back down almost to his pubic bone. As expertly as she was masturbating him, he wouldn't last long. She knew it too. Lorin was fascinated, watching both of them, her arousal beginning to peak. By now she had slipped off her panties, standing close to Ross, watching him as he glanced back and forth between her and Jennifer. Lorin couldn't resist as her fingertips slipped down below the level of the exam table and found her more than moist opening. She immediately slipped her finger between the slick lips and began to gently part them open. 

Jennifer was now rubbing him in a slow rhythmic motion, her eyes on his face, watching as his arousal became more evident. She didn't have to see his cock to know that he was quickly approaching another powerful orgasm. She could see it in his eyes and his face. She enjoyed making a male cum, but even more, she enjoyed 'allowing' a male to cum. This one was going to be another hard and intense orgasm. 

"Ok baby, this time I want you to help me. When you feel yourself starting, I want you to push down with you pelvis, push hard. Trust me, it's more intense and you'll pump more out of your balls. Are you there?" she asked him, watching his face closely. Her hand was beginning to stroke him faster.

"Unngghh, unngghh, unngghh," he moaned softly, starting to pant. His wrists were pulling up hard on the restraints, his ankles pulling against the ankle ties. His legs were already stretched open and he was trying to spread them farther. She watched him closely, her hand now softly pumping his fat cock faster. Her other hand's fingers were buried deep inside his sack, manipulating one of his balls to pump harder. Her fingers could actually feel his ball quivering, a strong fast twitching sensation. He was getting ready to blow out hard. His legs began to shake. He was panting.

"That's good baby, show me your cream. Let me see how much you've got for me," Jennifer said softly, still watching his face. Her hand was now pumping the hard cock quickly, pulling the foreskin over the head and back down, faster and faster. Her other hand was now squeezing the quivering ball, hard. 

Lorin was leaning on the exam table, watching Jennifer's hands working him as her own hand frantically rubbed her throbbing clit. She moaned hard, clutching at the table as her own orgasm began to roll through her thighs and stomach. 

Ross' back suddenly arched, his chest pushing out as his head rolled back. He moaned out loud as his legs jerked and shook. The first warm gush of his cum shot into the rubber, forcing it to push outward from the force. More gushes quickly followed as he shook and cried out. Jennifer smiled as her hand continued to pump him faster. She wouldn't tighten her grip, fearing that she might desensitize the already sensitive cock. He was still gushing huge globs into the rubber, her hand feeling every twitch and throb as the head flared wide and continued to spurt. She lessened her pumping as she felt the hard twitches beginning to lessen, but continued watching as the rubber filled up again. This continued for several moments. 

"Oooo, I bet that felt good, didn't it?" she said softly to Ross, her hand gently rubbing his cock as she felt the last quivers. She could still see a large amount of the gooey white mess coming out of the hard cock head. He was still cumming, but the intensity was almost gone. His body had settled down, his back resting on the table, his legs no longer shaking. He was still panting, small amounts still pouring out of his cock head. She could feel all of this, enjoying what she had just done to him. 

"I'm still amazed. Look at the rubber," Jennifer said to Lorin. Lorin was slumped down onto the table, her own orgasm subsiding within her. It had been powerful, a light sheen of perspiration showing across the top of her breasts. Her pussy was still clutching as her muscles tried to relax. She could barely stand. She was still watching Jennifer's hand gently massaging the softening cock, her other hand still buried deeply inside his sack. Looking at the rubber, Lorin could see that it was almost as full as the first orgasm. 

Jennifer stopped rubbing him, her hand slipping down to his thigh. She patted him lightly on the inner thigh, and then moved up toward his face. Leaning over him she kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Baby, you are something else. I've never been this aroused, just helping a male. We're about to really have some fun. Are you up to it?" she asked, smiling at him. 

"Ummm, I think so. Let me rest for a minute and I'll do anything that you want," he said, smiling back at her. He then leaned up and kissed her back, on the lips. She smiled. 

Jennifer moved back down in between his legs. Holding it carefully, she grasped the base of the rubber and began to slide it up his soft cock. Carefully she rolled it off of his cock, not spilling any of the thick gooey cream inside of it. Once again, she picked up a fresh specimen jar and dropped the heavy collection into it. She closed it and placed it in the refrigerator. This time, she pulled out two cans of cola and came back over to the table. Handing one to Lorin, she opened the other can and took a drink. She then reached under Ross' head and offered the can to his lips. He took a long drink from it and rested back. She just smiled at him.

"You're going to be so much fun," she said, a big smile on her face. She looked at the clock on the wall. "I think that Lorin needs some rest," she said, watching as Lorin lay down on a nearby couch. 



The New Slave Ch. 27



Ross was feeling unbelievably relaxed, his cock still twitching slightly from Jennifer's handwork. It had been the most gentle, but intense orgasms that he had ever experienced. He wasn't use to an orgasm by being coaxed; he was use to orgasms being drug out of him. Lorin was feeling totally spent, laying down on a nearby couch, her legs still shaking from the powerful orgasm. Her clit was still twitching from the intensity. Jennifer was just getting warmed up. Her vaginal muscles were gently clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, just waiting for an excuse to cum. Since she had turned the intensity down on the small vibrator, she was literally humming along, just waiting for that extra little touch that would send her over the edge. The edge was very very close for her. She couldn't wait. But she would take a small rest and enjoy her cola, letting Ross and Lorin come back around. 

Lorin was almost sleepy eyed, lounging back on a couch. Ross was resting, his eyes closed, his thickened cock laying flat on his stomach. His balls had gone from the drawn up tightness to loose and floppy, lying between his outstretched thighs. They were still massive, no sign of being reduced in their volume by Jennifer's skillful unloading. Any of the women working at the facility knew that ball size had nothing to do with amount. He looked very relaxed, even with the restrained stretched out appearance. 

After resting for a short while, Jennifer looked over at Lorin, seeing that she was awake but dreamy looking. She was just lying back, watching Ross. It was very restful in Jennifer's training room with the lights dimmed down low. The majority of light in the room was focused on the exam tables. 

As soon as she had finished Ross' second orgasm, Jennifer immediately turned her vibrator to off. She would soon turn it back on when the time was right. Timing was important to her. The oozing from her tender pussy had stopped, her thong almost dry. The small vibrator was still tucked deeply up inside of her, the small wires hanging down from below her thong. She turned the power back on, setting it to a low speed. Immediately her pussy woke up, hungry for attention. 

Getting up from her relaxed state, she went over to the sink and began to soak another clean washcloth in hot water. Getting it hot, she made her way over to Ross and began to clean up the still gooey cock. He immediately stirred when she applied the hot cloth to his meaty cock and balls. He opened his eyes, smiling at her. 

"Hi baby. Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked him, smiling him.

"Umm, yes. Unbelievably!" he told her. He looked relaxed, almost peaceful. 

"We're going to start again in a few minutes. You're doing so well. I've never seen a man cum like you do. Keep that up and you're going to be my favorite," she said grinning at him. Her hands were gently washing away the residue of the sticky mess on his cock. The rubber had kept it contained, collecting a huge amount. 

"With you, I think I could do a lot more," he said watching her as her hands gently cleaned him. He could feel a slight swell starting deep down in his genitals. She too could feel the swelling start. It was easy for her, feeling him as he began to thicken. She paid special attention to the cock head, making sure that the hot water soaked into his tender skin. 

"You've been having a lot of fun. Enjoying yourself?" she asked him, almost in a whisper. 

"Umm, yes. You are fabulous, and all of that with just your hands," he said softly back to her. 

"You're going to have to help me out, at least two more times. Do you think you can do that?" she asked looking into his eyes. She had finished cleaning him, the warm washcloth resting on top of his covered genitals to keep them warm. She had been touching him enough. She now stopped. 

"I'm more than willing. At the very least I'll try," he said, laughing softly. 

"Well, at the very least, two more times. I've got plenty of you stored in the refrigerator but I need more," she said as her fingers snaked down his stomach. Her fingers lightly brushed the top of his pubic hair, playing with the short trimmed hair. Glancing down she could see that her fingers had an affect on him. He was thickening quickly. 

"I'll give it my best," he laughed.

"I have no doubt that you will. But since you've been having so much fun, I need your help. I would really like to have some fun of my own. Think you can help me out," she asked, her fingertips now touching the soft thick base of his cock. Only her fingertips were touching him. Even her fingertips could tell he was swelling quickly. 

"Just tell me what you'd like," he responded huskily. Her face was only inches from his face; he could feel her breath on his cheek. 

"Good boy," she breathed into his ear. She immediately reached down and turned the power up on the vibrator control. Her body gently shook for a moment as she felt the vibrations begin to surge into her. It was a strong sensation but it wouldn't take much as her arousal quickly began building. She stood leaning against the exam table for a moment, enjoying the intense feeling pulsing through her lower abdomen and pussy. Jennifer glanced back behind her to see that Lorin was still reclining but now watching her closely. She was smiling at her. 

Jennifer's fingertips moved slowly down Ross' shaft, lightly touching the meaty foreskin. She could feel that it covered the head. It was growing quickly. She ran her fingertips across the shaft, up and down till she felt the slight twitch as the head popped out of the foreskin. She gently grasped the head, squeezing it softly, then releasing it. Doing this several times was similar to a hand pump, forcing blood in and out of the head. Stopping, she could feel the head swell up quickly, engorged with blood. 

She reached down and turned the power control up just a little, on the vibrator. She moved her face down to Ross' chest; beginning to plant little kisses on his upper chest and shoulders. Her mouth quickly moved up to his neck and continued the little kisses. Her hand continued to lightly caress the hard cock sticking up from between his legs. Her hand now lightly grasped it, squeezing it then relaxing, squeezing and relaxing. 

"Two more times .. at least," she whispered into his ear. Her mouth immediately searched out his lips, lingering softly for a moment, and then kissing him hard. He responded, kissing her back deeply. Her fingers continued the gentle milking action, feeling the head swell hugely. "We're both going to have fun this time," she said between kisses. He responded by kissing her harder. 

She stopped for only a moment, quickly opening another rubber and unrolling it over his hard cock. She then went back to his mouth, her lips planted firmly on his, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. She suddenly jerked up from him, taking in a short quick gasp. She appeared to double over, quickly grabbing at the vibrator control. 

"Not yet," she said to herself. She stood up for a moment, her breathing obviously erratic, staring into his eyes. She had a dreamy look on her face as she reached down and slid the thong over her hips and let them drop to the floor. Glancing down at her, Ross could see that her pussy was completely shaved. There was a tiny patch of white skin where her bikini bottoms had protected the tender sensitive areas. Ross could also see that she was sopping wet between her thighs. 

Holding the vibrator control in her hand she turned the control back up a notch. She stood there, her hand gently working his cock as her eyes fluttered then closed. She stood by the side of the exam table, gently swaying as the vibrator coaxed her toward a powerful orgasm. She reached out, both hands on the exam table and held herself up. Her breathing began to get rough, erratic, almost in a pant. 

"Time for me to enjoy you for awhile," she said, almost breathlessly. Having milked him twice, she knew that he would last long enough for her to use his body. She crawled up onto the exam table, straddling his stomach. She planted her knees along side of his ribcage and positioned herself, her breasts swaying just over his face. She leaned down, letting the pendulous breasts hang in his face. Her nipples were hard and swollen. Ross immediately moved his face upward and gently sucked in the tender nipple. She gasped, her head tilting back, her eyes closed. He sucked and kissed the hard nipple and then switched to the other one. After several moments, she pulled back away from him, moving her body toward his hips. 

"Just relax baby, this won't hurt a bit," she said with a slight laugh. She quickly reached down between her legs and pulled out the humming vibrator. She tossed the vibrator to a nearby chair and repositioned herself. Quickly, she reached between her legs and grasped the base of his cock. Squeezing it, she held it tightly as she positioned it against her tight entrance. Even with the rubber on, Ross could feel the slippery feeling between the puffy lips. She moved him in between the fleshy lips, allowing his cock head to pause at her entrance. 

"Umm, this won't take long," she moaned as she let her body slip downward, his cock head disappearing into her tight hole. She moaned out loud as she felt it push into her. She gasped once, holding herself upright, her arms locked at the elbows. 

"You are huge," she moaned as she allowed herself to slip farther down the thick shaft. She was wet enough that he could easily have slipped into her, but her tightness kept her from plunging down onto him. It was erotically painful to her, being stretched open further and further. She relaxed a little, slipping farther onto him. Again she gasped, her mouth held in a silent O as her pussy began to accommodate his girth. She was still holding tightly onto the base of his cock, keeping him at the right angle to enter her. 

"Ahhhggghhhh," she moaned as she slid down the last inches of his shaft, completely taking him all the way inside of her. Her hands were now clutching his shoulders, holding onto him tightly. She held this position for several moments before rising up slightly, allowing only an inch of him, out of her. She immediately relaxed, sliding back down onto his shaft. Her entire body was shaking, her thighs clamped against his hips, the muscles straining as she held herself up. 

She rested in this way for several minutes, his cock embedded deep inside of her. She could intensely feel every twitch or his cock and every time the head flared. Each time was intense as her pussy twitched, wanting to finish what the vibrator had started. She was so close but she wanted to enjoy it, to make it last. Her pussy finally relaxed enough that she could bend down and find his mouth. She planted her lips firmly onto his and then raised her hips up. Relaxing, she allowed her hips to fall back onto him, and then rose up again. She began a rhythmic motion, her hips rising and falling, never letting his cock move over half the way out of her. 

"Don't move, let me do it. All you have to do is lay still. I don't think that I will last that long," she said breathlessly. Her hips were moving, gently rising up and relaxing downward. Her pussy was already tightly clenching at the fleshy toy thrust up inside of her. 

By now, Lorin had become so aroused at what was going on, that she got up and had moved over to the exam table, for a better view. Again she was sloshy wet. Her fingers quickly moved to between her thighs, feeling the abundance of moisture between them. Her finger curled into the fleshy folds of her pussy and found the entrance. She quickly moved one finger into the tightness and began a rhythm that matched Jennifer's. Within a few moments, she moved to where she could see between them. She was amazed at seeing just the base of Ross' cock, completely disappeared inside of Jennifer's tight and wet hole. His balls were still huge, hanging down between his thighs. He was nowhere near orgasm, his sack soft and floppy. There was no indication that he was aroused, except for the huge base of his swollen cock. That was all that Lorin could see of it. 

"Unngghh, Unngghh, Unngghh," were the soft whimpers coming from Jennifer. She was moving quickly, a rhythm going that would ensure her orgasm. The painful tightness that she first felt when she mounted Ross was now replaced with intense sensations coming from her vaginal vault. She was going to cum quickly. Milky fluids were flowing over Ross' balls as each thrust of his cock, forced more of the lubrication out of her. Her hands were clutching at his shoulders, holding her up for leverage. 

"Ross, oh, oh, oh, Unnnggghhh," a long moan came from her, her body stiffening as the first waves of the orgasm started crashing through her. She jerked several times, her back arching hard, her legs tightening up, clenching against his sides. She was embedded on his cock, her pussy alive as she felt each twitch and jerk of his cock. The orgasm continued, pulsing deep inside of her. She moaned hard several times, slowly becoming less rigid as the orgasm slowly subsided. She finally collapsed on top of him, her pussy clenching and relaxing on his cock. Her face was buried into his neck, soft kisses coming from her lips, covering his neck and face.

"Unnnggghhh," she moaned softly. Her body was relaxed as she lay on top of him, her breathing still erratic. She knew her own body very well. She rested for about a minute and then began to slowly and rhythmically move on top of him. She rose up from him, looking into his eyes. Staring into his eyes, she began again, her hips rising up and lowering, not allowing any more than half of his cock to leave her tight entrance. Within seconds she was beginning to pant, her eyes closed as another orgasm began to well up deep inside her pussy. This one began almost instantly. Within seconds she was bouncing off of the fleshy human dildo, more intent this time, rougher and harder as the second orgasm blasted through her. 

"Push Ross, push hard, into me," she moaned, her body moving quickly over his. He was deep inside of her, feeling the tight sensations as her pussy clenched and released his swollen cock. Within a few seconds, Ross could feel her pussy clamp down on his cock as a third orgasm started. Her entire body was shaking, her pussy almost vibrating as it quickly clenched and unclenched on Ross' fleshy organ. 

Ross was pushing hard into her, thrusting as much as he could with being restrained. He could feel his own orgasm welling up inside, his balls beginning to churn and boil. His cock head flared hard, overly lubricated with his pre-cum inside the rubber. The intense sensitivity of the lubed rubber sent his cock into spasms. He could feel her pussy convulsing around his own cock as the first spurts came out of him. 

"Ahhhggghhhh," he moaned loudly, his hips arching, giving him the deepest penetration into her tight pussy. As he thrust hard into her, she pushed against him just as hard, another orgasm beginning inside of her. Her hips jerked hard as she felt the rubber filling up inside of her. Her pussy was clamped so hard around his cock that it was forcing the creamy milk down into the sides of the rubber. He was gasping, panting, and jerking from her pounding on his body. Her elbows were locked, grasping his shoulders hard as the orgasm racked her body. Her head was thrown back; her chest thrust outward, her hips squarely planted on him, grinding on his cock. She was positioned so that the base of his cock was directly rubbing her enlarged and throbbing clit. He barely spurt any cream into the rubber, but the orgasm seemed to continue and continue. She could feel him cumming, which only intensified her orgasm. 

Lorin was spellbound, standing between Ross' legs, watching closely as his cock plunged in and out of the gorgeous Jennifer. Her pussy looked stretched unbelievably as it sucked in the massive cock. His balls tightened up only seconds before he began spurting. She didn't even see it coming as he erupted deep inside of Jenn. Jenn's own juices were pouring out of her, rolling over Ross' balls and pooling on the exam table. Lorin continued to watch till Jennifer finally slumped forward, on top of Ross. Ross was still gently thrusting into her, pumping the last globs out of his puffy urethra. It appeared that Jennifer was passed out, her arms hanging limply to her sides, her body no longer moving. She was impaled on Ross' still hard cock. Then finally, Ross began to soften, his body relaxing. Both of them lay there, very still but breathing heavily. 

Lorin was polite, considering the situation, and waited till she thought it was sufficient time for their enjoyment to stop. Neither of the two had even moved for almost five minutes. Lorin was now getting bored. 

"Oh Jennifer, wake up," Lorin said in a singsong voice. She waited for a minute with no response. After several more minutes she said it again, "Jennifer, wake up." This time she put her hand on Jennifer's shoulder and gently shook her.

"I'm not asleep. I'm enjoying," Jennifer moaned softly without moving. She was about as relaxed as she could get. Ross' cock was still stuffed deep inside of her like a huge but soft sausage. She was resting on top of him, her knees firmly planted along his sides, her butt raised upward, her chest resting on top of his chest. 

"Sorry, I thought you were asleep," Lorin said moving back to her position where she could watch the gooey mess between Jenn and Ross.

"Unngghh, this is so good. I can actually feel him softening inside me. He's so thick and warm," Jennifer breathed. Lorin looked down between Ross' legs. The base of his shaft was still thick, but it was obvious that he was slowly slipping out of Jenn. Suddenly, his cock slipped out all the way with a sloshy 'plop' as she tensed up her pussy. He was almost soft, the rubber hanging loosely from the soft flesh. 

"Just relax Jenn, let me see how much he spurt out," Lorin said, reaching down between both of their legs. She squeezed the base of the rubber and slid it off of his soft cock. She could already tell that there were hardly any contents in the rubber. She stretched the opening of the rubber and peered down into it. 

"Looks like there's a little bit in there, but not much. There's barely anything in there. I can see just a smear of white," Lorin said, trying to move the used rubber around in the room light. 

"That's ok, I didn't mind his lack of juice. He still did great. My pussy is still reacting," Jenn said, still curled up on top of Ross. Both of them looked like they were ready to fall asleep. "I'm still feeling the spasms inside me," she said dreamily. Jennifer was barely moving, now comfortably resting on him. 

"I thought I heard you tell him, at least two more times. That was just once," Lorin said laughing. "I'm not sure either of you would make it one more time."

"After all the stories I've heard about him, I'm sort of surprised. Three times doesn't sound like much," Jenn said, almost sleepily.

"You have to remember that he just spent an afternoon and evening at the Mistress' estate. I can only guess what they did to him there. And have you paid any attention to those specimen jars you've been putting in the refrigerator. That's huge amounts. No one puts cum out like that. That's enough to empty any male," Lorin responded. 

"I know, I know. He might be spent already. I know that I am," Jenn replied, still resting on top of Ross. "Let's just rest for a while. He's tired me out." Jenn sounded like she was almost asleep. 

"Tell you what, since you look so comfortable, let me see if I can finish him. I know of a few ways that will empty him, if there's anything left in those balls. Just relax, and don't mind me," Lorin said as she headed over to the counter. She picked out a large towel and another packaged rubber. She grabbed a clean washcloth and soaked it in hot water. She then walked back over the exam table, and unfolding the hot washcloth, placed it flat against Jenn's pussy. 




The New Slave Ch. 27



"Yow," Jenn cried out, jumping up. "That's hot," she said, barely moving but looking back at Lorin. Lorin just smiled at her.

"You do know that the hot water trick does work both ways, don't' you?" Lorin was smiling at the now wide-awake Jenn. She tenderly rubbed the sloppy pussy lips, gently pushing in between them and cleaning away some of Jenn's thick juices. Jennifer's back arched as she enjoyed the warm sensations of being cleaned. 

"Umm, you do that well. I really hadn't thought of using the hot water on myself, normally just my slave," Jennifer mumbled, her back starting to arch upward, her elbows holding her up. After several moments, Lorin moved the warm washcloth down to Ross and began to clean the swollen cock. She was applying the heat to him, and then cleaning his huge sack but not seeing any response from him. 

"Ross, are you awake?" Lorin asked softly. 

"Umm, yes I'm awake. I'm also enjoying," he mumbled. Lorin just smiled, continuing with her cleaning. She could see that he was slowly getting thicker, but didn't seem to be getting really hard. 

"I do think that there may be more in his balls. It's going to be hard to get it out, but I think there is some cream still there. There's only one way to find out," Lorin said, paying special attention to Ross' ball sack with her washcloth. 

"I hate to go to electro shock this early in the training, just for a few drops," Jenn mumbled, slowly getting up from Ross.

"No, I don't think we need that much, but a little ball stimulation might be in order. At least we'd know if he was empty. He doesn't have to cum. I can extract the stuff from him without an orgasm." Lorin was softly feeling the huge balls. 

"Do you think you can?" Jenn was more than interested. She was good at her job of training, but she had heard stories about how talented Lorin was. 

"I know that this guy cums buckets of stuff, I've seen it. And he's been way busy the past few days. We have no idea of what he was doing at the Mistress' place, but I think we can safely assume that he had more than one orgasm. The doctor is supposed to be talking to Mistress Francesca this morning. I bet I can get a little bit more from him," Lorin said smiling. 

"I'm game. I'd love to watch since I don't think there's anything left in him. If there was, I'd love to just 'coax' it out of him, one more time," Jenn said grinning at Lorin. Jenn was relaxed after her orgasms, and was now ready to do it again. 

"Well, let's just see." Lorin tossed the sticky washcloth over toward the sink.

"Wake up big boy, I really need you awake for this portion of the training," Lorin said, laughing.

"Oh, he's awake," Jenn said, causing Lorin to look around her resting body. Just the tone in Jenn's voice forced Lorin to come around for a look. Leaning out to the side of the two coupled lovers, Lorin could see that Jenn's back was arched, her breasts hanging down, and Ross' mouth sucking hard on one of her distended nipples. Just the look on Jenn's face said that she was more than enjoying the oral attention. Lorin quickly moved back to where she could see between the two of them. Ross was still obviously soft. His cock was hanging down, limp and dry. 

"I'm not sure if he's trying to please you, or bring himself back around. He's an entertainment slave, maybe he's trying to entertain you," Lorin said, watching Ross' mouth hungrily suck the huge nipple.

"I don't mind a bit," Jennifer said dreamily. She was definitely enjoying the attention to her body. Her back was arched and she had pulled her thighs up tight against Ross. From where Lorin was standing, she could see the affect on her body. Jenn's pussy lips had thickened and were beginning to spread open. She was also very wet. 

"We'll let see what we have here," Lorin mumbled, reaching down between Ross' legs. She lightly grasped his cock head, and pulled it out from the thick foreskin. Using some of Jenn's pussy juice, Lorin began to massage the thick clear fluid into Ross' cock head and foreskin. Almost immediately she noticed that the head was flaring, swelling up and relaxing, then swelling again. He was dry at the mouth, but the base of his cock was beginning to thicken. She began to rub the head and foreskin briskly. His cock thickened but did not lengthen any. 

"Ross, if you harden, I'll let you stick it in Jenn here," Lorin said, smiling up at him. He smiled back, his mouth still working on a now moaning Jenn. Her back was arched hard, her elbows locked and holding up her upper body. She was more than wet now, her pussy lips unfurled, waiting for the cock that was just an inch away from her entrance. She had been tired, just a short time before, but she was more than ready now. Her hips were beginning to move up and down, rubbing on Ross' lower abdomen. Bearing down slightly and shifting her weight, she was stimulating her clit on his pubic bone. 

Lorin continued to massage the half hard cock, watching the mouth for any signs of pre-cum. So far, there was none. He was thickening but not lengthening.

Then, the phone rang. Lorin, the only one that was 'un-occupied' went over to the wall phone. 

"Training, this is Lorin," she said in a hostile tone. It was pretty much a rule that phone calls weren't allowed during training. The only exception to this was if the doctor or Lorin called, since they knew all of the schedules. Normally, the only phone calls during a training session meant that there was some type of problem. 

"Ok, I understand. Right away.... Ok. I'll make sure it's taken care of." Lorin slowly hung up the phone. She stood there quietly for a minute, till Jenn asked her what was wrong. The look on Lorin's face said that there was a problem. 

"What's wrong," Jenn asked again, looking back over her shoulder. She was now hunching Ross' thigh, her clit pressed against the slick muscled leg. 

"Get off of him, now! We have a problem," Lorin said, a shocked look on her face. 

"Why, what's wrong," Jenn asked, slowly sliding off of Ross. Even Jenn looked worried as she climbed down off of the exam table. Ross was still relaxing, his half hard cock lying down between his thighs. Lorin quietly motioned Jenn over to her. Jenn's nude form padded barefoot across the thick carpet, to hear what Lorin was worrying about.

"It seems that we might have a problem. It was Mistress Francesca's slave, Darcy. It seems she might have a slight genital problem. It seems that she has some type of sexually transmitted disease. You remember, the bold and arrogant female slave that was here with the Mistress. The doctor says that Darcy probably gave Ross some type of sexually transmitted disease. Doctor Sherry wants a sperm sample from Ross, right now," Lorin whispered to Jenn. "He's to be quarantined till we get the test results back," Lorin said, a grim look on her face. 

"Oh shit," was all that Jenn could say. Her head hung down, a worried look on her face. She was immediately worrying whether she had been infected. 

"I have to call for security. The doctor wants the sample right now," Lorin said, looking back at the soft cock hanging between Ross' thighs. 

"That won't be too hard to do," Jenn replied, looking at the refrigerator full of Ross' samples. 



The New Slave Ch. 28



Chapter 28, The Specimen

About the same time that Ross was filling up the second rubber, Mistress Francesca arrived unannounced at the facility. She had driven herself and did not have any bodyguards with her. Sitting in the front seat, wearing only a blanket was Darcy. It was almost like old times for Mistress Francesca and Dr Sherry. The doctor could tell that Mistress Francesca was distraught and immediately ushered her into her private office. Darcy didn't say a word, taking a seat on the floor against the wall with her head hung down. She looked very dejected and sat silently. It was definitely not the same arrogant and bold bodyguard that had visited just two days before. Dr Sherry noticed her demeanor immediately. 

"I'm so sorry to have to come here today. I honestly don't know where to start, or even what to say," the Mistress began. 

"Why don't you just blurt it all out, we'll piece it together later," the doctor told her, a more than serious look on her face. 

"I fear that Darcy might have some serious sexual infection. I also fear that she might have given it to your slave," the Mistress said, ducking her head down and looking away. It was obvious that she was suffering some deep humiliation. 

Mistress Francesca then poured out the entire story. At the same time that Ross was taken to the Mistress' nurse to be examined, Darcy had been taken to another treatment room. Since she had received some injuries during the fight, she was going to be checked out also. Once the nurse had finished with Ross, she had gone to check on Darcy. Lori, the nurse had noticed the obvious irritation and inflammation to Darcy's pussy, but felt that was common, knowing that 'sexual combat' involved rough sex. It was common for the females to receive some genital injuries or at least, irritation. She also noticed what appeared to be swelling and welts on Darcy's forearms and hands.

The morning after Ross and Darcy appeared in the arena, Darcy developed a serious infection in her pussy. Her pussy had become raw and inflamed with a heavy discharge. The Mistress was sure that it was a form of STD. Because of this, the Mistress wanted the doctor to check out Darcy, and to inform her that Ross might be infected as well. Darcy sat in the corner of the room, quietly, holding the blanket up covering most of her face. Apparently the defeat by Ross had been more than she was willing to face. 

The doctor sat listening, solemnly. She could see that her old friend was grief stricken and worried. She was no longer the independent and eccentric Mistress Francesca, she was back to being who she really was, Francine. All of her arrogance and false airs was gone. It was obvious to the doctor, that if Darcy had given an infection to Ross, then Ross probably passed the same infection on to the Mistress. The Mistress had a multitude of things to worry about. She might be infected. Her number one female slave was infected. The slave that she had rented for such a high price was infected and he didn't even belong to her. Francine knew that damaging Ross was going to cost her a lot of money. And she had to openly tell the doctor everything. Francine feared the worst.

"Explain to me, exactly what happened," Doctor Sherry said dryly. "Darcy, come over here. Stand by my desk," the doctor motioned for Darcy to come closer. Darcy very meekly approached the doctor. Standing at the corner of the desk, Darcy stood there, her head hung down, clutching the blanket tightly around her. 

"Drop your blanket, let me look," the doctor told Darcy. Darcy reluctantly dropped the blanket to the floor, clasping her arms across her chest as she squeezed her thighs tightly together. For the first time, she was actually trying to hide her body. 

"Drop your hands to your sides. Spread your legs apart," the doctor said, leaning closer to look between Darcy's thighs. Darcy was mortified, her face blushing deeply as she did as she was told. She was nowhere near the arrogant bitch that she had been during her last visit. The doctor almost thought that it was a totally different person. Darcy slowly spread her feet to her sides, exposing the tender area between her thighs. Dr Sherry looked closely and then told Darcy to spread her lips apart. Hesitantly, Darcy reached down and pulled the raw and irritated pussy lips apart. She grimaced obviously as she held herself open. 

"A simple test will let us know what is wrong. She obviously has an infection," the doctor said to the Mistress. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a packaged sterile swab. Opening it, the doctor thrust the long wooden swab up into Darcy. Darcy cried out and jumped as the pain shot through her pussy. Moving the swab around, the doctor took a specimen of Darcy's inner vaginal wall. Pulling it out, she pushed it around the thickly swollen pussy lips, causing Darcy to stagger slightly. She was about to pass out. The doctor then had Darcy turn and face the desk, holding on to the desk. Spreading her legs apart, the doctor had Darcy bend over and spread her butt cheeks. Slowly, Darcy complied. The doctor took another sterile swab and forcefully pushed it into Darcy's swollen and irritated anus. She winced as the swab moved around inside of her. The doctor then packaged the swab to be analyzed later. 

"This is somewhat different," the doctor said, peering at Darcy's anus. She had seen the vaginal discharge, but no indication of a discharge from her butt. If infected, there should have been discharge equally from both orifices. 

"We'll know in a few days," the doctor told Darcy. "Until then, she should be quarantined. No sexual contact of any kind," she told the Mistress. "From what I hear, she could use the rest, and maybe some attitude adjustment." The doctor motioned for Darcy to pick up her blanket, which she did so, wrapping it tightly around her nude form. She was beginning to cry as she quietly walked back over to the corner of the room. 

"Now Mistress, if you would kindly tell me what the hell went on at your party. I'm not use to having injuries to my slaves. I've already heard that it was Darcy that inflicted the damage to my slave," the doctor said, glaring at the shaken Darcy. She could only look down, staring at the floor. Darcy was indeed a changed woman from the one that had appeared two days before.

Mistress Francesca took a deep breath and hesitantly began to explain her 'parties' and what took place the night before. Before she could get started, Dr Sherry waved her hand, motioning her to stop talking. She reached over and picked up a desk phone and called Lorin, who was in the middle of Ross' training. She explained to Lorin that there might be a problem and that Darcy might have infected Ross. The doctor also explained that Mistress Francesca and Darcy were in her office at that very moment, with Darcy being examined. She then told Lorin that she wanted an immediate specimen taken of Ross' sperm, to check for infection. She would take a blood sample later. She wasn't asking Lorin, she was telling Lorin. She also told Lorin to be very careful with any of Ross' body fluids, and that he was to be quarantined as soon as the specimen was taken. She also said that she was sending Rachel over to assist her.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, you were telling me how you damaged my slave," was all that the doctor said as she glared at Francine. Francine began in great detail, trying to make the doctor understand what was happening at the estate. Doctor Sherry suspected that the Mistress, Darcy and Ross could have the same sexual infection. But first, she wanted to hear the rest of the story, and exactly what happened between Ross and Darcy. Mistress Francesca took a deep breath and began explaining. The doctor sat back to hear the explanation. She was still glaring at Francine.

Back in Jenn's training room, they were trying to decide what to do. 

"I'm not sure if we can get any more out of him," Jenn told Lorin. "That was a huge amount that came out in the first orgasm, and then another huge amount for the second. I'm surprised that there was a third." Jennifer was actually concerned for the slave, and was also worried about herself. Lorin wasn't worried about what had happened so far. Since Ross was wearing a rubber, almost all contaminants were captured inside the rubber. Each time they had cleaned him with a rag, they had used an antibacterial soap and hot water. Both would clean up before proceeding, and then they would glove up. 

Within a few minutes, Rachel arrived at the training room. Knocking, she was allowed in by Lorin. The doctor did not want any of the staff getting any information about the slave possibly having an STD. So far, only the doctor, Jenn, and Lorin knew about any possible contamination. Rachel stepped inside the door and was motioned over to a corner of the room, by Lorin. 

"Well, it looks like you two are having fun," Rachel told the two nude females. Jenn was obvious, her nipples still hard and an obvious smear of clear fluid across her inner thighs. The blush in Jenn's cheeks told Rachel that Jenn had just fucked the slave. Ross lying on the exam table, cock soft and balls hanging low, confirmed what Rachel was thinking. Rachel could only imagine how much they had taken from him, especially with someone as gorgeous as Jenn. 

"Well, it's not all fun and games. Have you talked to Dr Sherry?" Lorin asked Rachel, a serious look on her face.

"No, I was paged and told to immediately report to you. I was told that there was a problem, but no one said what kind of problem," Rachel said, now getting a little nervous. 

All three of the girls were standing over near a corner, where Ross couldn't hear them. He appeared to be asleep. Both Lorin and Jenn were totally nude, obvious that they had been having a good time with Ross. Jenn was obviously aroused, not making any effort to hide it. Rachel knew Lorin well enough to know that she was very aroused at the moment. Rachel was impressed, this being the first time that she had actually seen Jenn in the nude. Jenn had an unbelievable body, clothed or unclothed. 

"Well, there is definitely a problem. I don't have any details, but the doctor wants a sperm sample from Ross, right now!"

"That shouldn't be a problem," Rachel said, glancing over at Ross and laughing. "I've seen his samples, there'll probably be more than enough." 

"Well, Jenn has very skillfully taken three loads out of him," Lorin replied. "Neither of us think that he'll be able to produce any more, for awhile. He's already drained," Lorin said, looking over at Ross.

"A specimen. Haven't you been collecting it in rubbers? Didn't you put them in the refrigerator? I don't see what the problem is," Rachel said quietly.

"We need a fresh sample, more like 98.6 degree type. Our previous samples are refrigerated, and they won't work. It has to be fresh," Lorin replied to Rachel.

"Why, what's going on?" Rachel asked, now getting even more serious.

"I don't know, but it seems that the bitch that was here the day before yesterday, may have infected Ross. I don't know anything else, but the doctor is with Mistress Francesca right now. She wants a sperm sample, now!"

"Infected? Infected with what?" Rachel asked, a worried look on her face.

"I don't know, but the doctor suspects some type of sexually transmitted disease. He's to be quarantined till the test results are back. So, until we get the results, he's not sticking that cock in any hole. That means no training, no produce, no appointments," Lorin replied. 

"Well, what do you need me for," Rachel asked. "You know this stuff better than me," Rachel was getting curious as to her part in the specimen retrieval. 

"Well, for one, he likes you a lot," Lorin said seriously.

"I've hardly even been with him," Rachel replied innocently.

"That's not what I've heard. Rachel, you know how word spreads around here. Who wouldn't like that cock?" she answered, pointing to the thick flesh between Ross' thighs. "Either way, we need a sample and you're going to help," Lorin said firmly.

"Well, you might say that he has experienced both Jenn and I. You're going to be the 'fresh meat' hopefully to spark his arousal. Besides, I'm going to probably need a third person to get a sample. And, since you are security, I need you to keep him fully restrained and I'll want him gagged and blindfolded."

"Gagged and blindfolded?" Rachel asked surprised.

"Yes. Believe me, I'm going to bust his nuts wide open just to get a drop or two out of him. He might not like that," Lorin replied, not explaining herself.

"Is it going to hurt him," Jenn asked innocently. 

"Let's just say that he isn't going to enjoy this one like he did the last three cums. He'll probably be somewhat combative," Lorin said, almost smiling. There were times that she did enjoy very rough sex. This was going to be one of them. "I'm going to have to literally extract his sperm. He's not going to give it, I'm going to take it," she said. 

"Well, let's get started," Rachel said.

"I think you should strip down, Rachel," Lorin said, smiling at Rachel.

"Strip? Why, if we're going to gag and blindfold him?" Rachel asked, now confused.

"I've seen the way he looks at you. You'll definitely 'inspire' him. Now strip. We'll use the gag and blindfold as we progress," Lorin said, watching Rachel closely. 

Rachel reached down and undid the zipper of her shorts, letting them fall slowly to the floor. She wasn't exactly in the mood, and would need a little bit of time to get her arousal up to the level of the other two. She was wearing white cotton bikini panties under her shorts, which always showed off her tan body. As she undid the buttons of her blouse, she glanced over at Ross, seeing that he was watching her intently. He was also smiling at her. She couldn't help but smile back at him. She continued to strip down, finally unsnapping the center snap of her bra and letting her breasts fall free. There was a slight swelling beginning in Ross' cock. 

"We might as well gag and blindfold him now. He won't know which of us is doing what to him," Lorin said, looking straight at Rachel. "Be sure to check his restraints and I do want him opened up further," Lorin ordered. Rachel began checking Ross' arms restraints. Jenn went over to a cabinet and took out a small ball gag and a black cloth blindfold. She smiled at Ross as she gently wrapped the blindfold around his head, covering his eyes. She pressed the ball gag to his lips, allowing him to open his mouth as she adjusted it inward. As he partially closed his mouth around the gag, she gently held his head up and fastened the bindings around the back of his neck. She then put his head back, placing a pillow under him. 

"He needs to be opened up wide, more exposed than he is right now," Lorin told Rachel. Rachel immediately moved in between Ross' legs and released the leg portion of the exam table. She dropped the stirrups down, making his legs hang below the exam table level. She then spread the stirrups open wider and locked them into place. Restrained as he was, his cock and balls were about as vulnerable as they could be. There was no table below his cock or balls, his butt barely resting on the end of the table. His balls were still huge, hanging down soft and full. The skin of the sack was soft and thin, showing every curve of the two bloated orbs inside.

"Glove up," Lorin whispered quietly to the other two. "I'm sure that there won't be much to his specimen, but you don't want to get any on you." She was putting on a pair of latex gloves as she motioned to a box of gloves on a table. 

"This might take awhile, or it might not. It will get a little rough and he needs to be restrained as much as possible. I don't want him fighting us," Lorin instructed the other two. They both nodded as Lorin turned and went back over to the outstretched Ross. 

"Ross, you remember Rachel, don't you," Lorin asked, staring at Rachel. Rachel was just smiling. She didn't appear to be worried about the chance of infection. Ross just nodded his head yes.

"Rachel, why don't you get Ross started," she said, pointing a gloved finger to his mouth. Rachel didn't need any hints as she bent over Ross, holding his head in her hands. 

"Hi Ross, long time no see," she said, laughing softly. She could hear a muffled laugh from him. She then began to kiss his upper chest, moving quickly to his neck, placing soft quick kisses all over him. 

"And since you and Jenn were having so much fun such a short time ago, I think that she might help you out a little," Lorin said to Ross, her hand now pointing to his cock. Jenn stood there for a moment, not sure what to do. Lorin looked at her again, pointing at his cock. Jenn immediately reached out and took the fleshy organ into her hand, gently rubbing it. He immediately started to thicken. 

"Well, that's a good sign. Let's see just how fast you can give us some more of your thick cream," Lorin said to Ross. "Ross, we need to hurry, so if you can help us, it'll be all the more pleasurable for you. Do you understand?" she asked him. He again nodded yes. Jenn was briskly rubbing the meaty shaft, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head. The head wasn't flared, but there was a small amount of pre-cum, leaking from the head. 

Lorin reached down between his outstretched thighs, cradling the huge balls in her hands. She began to roll them around, kneading them, one after the other. She was paying attention to each one, individually, working them softly. She moved in closer to him, standing between his open thighs. Both of her hands were working him while Jenn continued to masturbate him. He was quickly getting thicker. He was still soft enough that the fat cock was flopping around over the top of Jenn's hand. 

"That's a good boy. Come on; focus on what we're doing to you. Better yet, focus on what we're getting ready to do to you. You're going to cum hard for us. Show us what's left inside those fleshy cum bags. I know you have some left for me. You wouldn't leave me empty handed, would you?" Lorin said laughing out loud. Her hands were continuing to work the two massive balls. Even with the ball gag in place, everyone could hear his shallow breaths. His body was relaxed, but his cock was beginning to respond. 

"Come on baby, she's going to pop those nuts wide open. It'll feel so good. Just relax and let us take some of that milk out of you," Rachel cooed, into his ear. Her mouth was now moving all around his neck and ears, planting soft but lingering kisses all over him. He was responding, his cock now almost fully erects. Thanks to Jenn, his foreskin had pulled back away from the head, exposing the thick plumb shaped crown. His hips were beginning to slowly thrust against her soft hand. 

Lorin was getting rougher, feeling inside the soft sack, examining each ball. She could feel their hardness as well as the mushy soft parts of each ball. Those mushy parts were what she wanted to work on. She knew how to force his orgasm, but not yet. 

"Just relax baby. Just think of what Jenn is doing to your cock. Don't you want to show her how much you can put out?" Lorin coaxed him. Each of them could hear a moan come from him as she mentioned Jenn's name. Jenn had sped up her hand manipulation; he was now rock hard. Her hand was having a hard time slipping over the swollen cock head, a popping sensation each time her hand moved over the flared head. Her gloved hand was coated in a slick clear fluid. 

"Unngghh," Ross gasped, his hips popping outward, his cock thrust out against Jenn's hand. At the same time, almost as if to muffle him, Rachel pressed her lips hard to his lips, kissing him. Even with a ball gag in, he could still feel her lips on him. He responded immediately, his hips stuck outward, holding, as if he were pushing. His back was arched hard, his hips up off of the exam table, thrust outward. Jenn quickly jerked his cock hard, while Lorin dug into his soft ball sack. 




The New Slave Ch. 28



"He's close, keep it up," Lorin whispered to the others. Immediately her fingers probed deep into the soft sack. She had already located the chords and tubes that would force his balls to erupt. Seeing his body writhing, Lorin applied pressure, pushing her fingertips deeper into his sack. Using the thumb and forefinger of each hand, she squeezed the sensitive tubes coming off of the top of each ball. She began to manipulate them, massaging them, forcing them to contract. Doing this, she would manually stimulate his balls into releasing.

"Get a rubber," Lorin told Jenn. Jenn immediately turned and grabbed a packaged rubber. She quickly opened it and unrolled it onto his hard cock. She then quickly returned to the rapid jerking motion that had him about to cum. She was paying special attention to the head. After about three or four quick jerks of his shaft, she would let her hand roll over the head, massaging it. She would then give him another three or four quick jerks, then do it all again. He was responding quickly. 

"Rachel, I need you down here," Lorin said, watching Rachel who was more than enjoying her portion of the task. She rose up, away from Ross' face. She quickly moved down to where Lorin was standing, between his outstretched thighs. Jenn was still on his side, at his hips, her hand masturbating him furiously. Rachel stepped to Ross' other side, standing at his hip, waiting for instructions.

"Do you know how to do a prostate massage," Lorin whispered to Rachel. 

"Sure, have done them many times. Does Ross need one?" she whispered back, laughing softly. 

"Yes, and right now," Lorin said laughing at Rachel. Rachel immediately grabbed a tube of KY-jelly and smeared it onto her middle finger. She stepped up close to Ross and move her goo covered hand down between his legs, under his ball sack. Watching Rachel's hand, Lorin quickly lifted up the bloated balls and held them up, allowing Rachel to move into her position. She didn't hesitate as she gently pushed the jelly-covered finger into Ross' anus. He immediately jerked hard as he felt her finger invade him. Even Jenn could feel the immediate difference as his hips thrust upward, his cock seeming to expand with a surge of blood into it. His cock head flared hard from the increased stimulation, deep inside of him.

"Wow, he's swollen," Rachel said softly, her finger now locating the fleshy bulb between his butt and his ball sack. She pressed on it and began to massage it, knowing that his balls would soon be expelling their contents. As soon as Rachel's finger went into Ross, Lorin pressed hard on the tender tubes between her fingers. She dug into them, rubbing them hard, feeling the contractions in them. He was now panting and his pelvis thrusting quickly. Jenn's hand was moving fast, jacking him off. 

"Work him," Lorin told Rachel, watching her finger press outward from inside of Ross' butt. His prostate was swollen from the previous nights roughness. Rachel could feel the swollen gland and found it easy to manipulate. He was panting harder, wanting to cum. Lorin continued to squeeze the tubes hard, but nothing was happening. He wanted to cum, but what he wanted and what his balls were doing, were two different things. He had the desire, but his balls were not responding. She bore down harder on him, hearing him yelp as she pinched off the thick fleshy tubes. It wasn't working. Jenn was getting tired, her arm jerking his cock hard and fast. If not already, he would soon be desensitized, and then they would have to go to drastic measures. 

"Jenn, slow down what you're doing. Make it soft slow strokes just enough to keep him hard. Rachel, do the same, soft pressure on him, gentle massage." Lorin let go of his balls and quickly went over to the cabinets. Opening several drawers, she searched till she found what she was looking for. 

"This will do the trick, I bet," Lorin said, smiling as she returned to the exam table. Everyone was moving a little bit slower, but still manipulating the slave's body. Lorin had gotten a TENS unit from a drawer. In her other hand, she had a long thin polished aluminum rod, a little thicker than a pencil. It was a medical sound. The sound was normally used to either spread open a slave's cock from the inside, or to stimulate him deep down inside his cock. This was a very long thin one. 

"Just give me a minute," Lorin said, hooking up the two lead lines to the TENS unit. The electro stimulation would force a response from Ross, one way or the other. It was only a 9-volt power battery, but to his sensitive reproductive organs, it packed a hell of a wallop. 

"This will make his balls pop wide open, whether they're cumming from pure arousal or purely mechanical methods. Either way, he'll pump something out," Lorin said, her attention focused on the lead lines. 

"Electricity?" Jenn asked innocently. "Will it hurt?" 

"Well, it's super intense, and it is electro shock. I've used this method on slaves quite a few times, to get that last drop out of them. It's been pretty obvious to me that it hurt some of them but others have said that was painfully good. I guess we'll find out, won't we?" she said, as she readied the TENS unit. 

Laying the TENS unit on his belly, Lorin took one lead line and attached it to a conductive band which she wrapped around the fullest part of his ball sack. Gloved as she was, she grabbed the tip of the rubber and jerked it off of his cock. Grasping his cock tightly, she took the long thin sound and began to insert it into the flared cock head. Ross immediately jerked as he felt the metal rod push into his cock. He jerked hard and began to thrash around. Fully restrained, he couldn't move much. Lorin felt some resistance as the sound pushed up against the sphincter muscle at the base of his cock head. Being swollen from the night before, the inside of his cock was very tight and fleshy.

"Jenn, do you know how to do a testicular massage?" Lorin asked. 

"No, I've seen it done, but never did it," she replied, almost embarrassed.

"It's really easy. Just do as I tell you," Lorin said, letting go of the sound. They all watched as Ross' cock forced the sound out of its fleshy grip. Lorin had Jenn move to in between Ross' thighs. 

"Just feel at the top of his sack. Do you feel all of those thick tubes?" Lorin asked.

"Yes, I can feel them. Wow, they're so thick," Jenn said, her hands now grasping one ball in each hand. Her fingers were encircling the top of the sack, pushed deep inside of his sack. 

"Feel for the tube coming off the top of each ball. Once you find them, rhythmically squeeze them, while at the same time pulling his balls out away from his body. Your squeezing will force them to spasm," Lorin instructed her. Lorin immediately felt and found the thick tubes, squeezing them and releasing, squeezing and releasing.

Lorin picked up the gooey sound and began to insert it back into Ross' cock. Again he jerked hard, groaning as she began the slow insertion into him. She reached the same spot where his sphincter stopped her and she pushed harder. With a slight pop, the sound plunged deeper into his cock. He cried out, even behind the gag as the pain shot through his tender and overly sensitive inner cock lining. 

"There we go, just relax baby. You're going to enjoy this," Lorin said, a devilish smile on her lips. Both Jenn and Rachel were watching closely, both of them taking their task seriously. It was obvious to Lorin that both were extremely aroused, their nipples sticking out hard and pointed. Both were aroused by the forceful masturbation of Ross. None of them would admit it out loud, but they were enjoying the rough forced masturbation of the male slave. 

Lorin continued to push the sound into the hard cock shaft till there was only about an inch of the 10-inch long sound sticking out. Just the tip of the gleaming metal could be seen. 

"Relax baby, it's all the way in. Now we're going to 'turn you on' and see how you like it," Lorin cooed to Ross. She was grinning, obvious to all that she was more than enjoying the sexual torture that she was inflicting. She took the second lead line and wrapped it around the exposed tip of the sound. 

"Ok, hold on, we're going for a ride," she announced to no one in particular. She picked up the TENS unit and switched on the power. Turning it up about half way, Ross jerked hard as the electrical current began to surge through his cock head, shaft, and balls. His hips came completely off the table as he groaned long and hard. The electrical current was literally attacking his sexual organs.

"I positioned the sound where the electro stimulation would really bite into his ejaculatory duct. That will make him literally pop his nuts. It wouldn't matter if he was cumming or not, his ejaculatory duct will open up from the stimulation and he'll either cum or just release everything in his balls. Either way, we get goo," Lorin said, a big smile on her face as she watched Ross jerk and writhe from the electricity.

"Ok, here we go," she said, turning up the frequency and intensity of the TENS unit. The response was immediate as Ross growled and grunted. His neck, stomach, and thighs were rock hard as the muscles clenched. His pelvis shot outward, stretching out as if to push his cock away from him. Jenn had to hold on tightly, his balls jerking from her grip.

"Hold him, hold him tight. Jenn, start squeezing and pull them out away from his body, now," Lorin told her. Jenn immediately started the rhythmic squeezing and pulled the huge ball sack away from him. His body tensed even more from her stimulation.

Lorin watched the TENS unit as she turned up the power, followed by the intensity and frequency settings. Ross literally was panting, thrusting, and jerking as he felt the electricity surge through his cock and balls. His balls were pumping hard, pushing and pumping, trying to expel any of the milky contents. 

"What about a rubber," Rachel asked, almost forgetting why they were doing this to him.

"Not a problem, I'll just catch it," Lorin said, smiling. "I suspect that there will be enough to use as a sample," she said, her eyes watching closely the contracting cock. Jenn was squeezing and pulling, enjoying her task. She could feel his cock and balls going into hard spasms. 

"Ahhhggghhhh, Ahhhggghhhh, Ahhhggghhhh," were the only sounds coming from Ross as his hips shot upward one last time. Lorin immediately turned the frequency and intensity to full power as she watched the first spurt shoot from the tip of his cock. It wasn't much but it was obvious thick white creamy cum. Dropping the TENS unit to his stomach, she clasped her gloved hand around his cock head, holding it while more and more of the white goo pooled into her hand. She caught as much as she wanted, knowing that she had plenty for the doctor, then allowed Ross to freely spurt out the last drops on his own. Seeing him slump back down to the table, Lorin quickly turned the power off and sat smiling at Ross.

"You can stop now, Jenn," Lorin told Jenn who was still pulling and squeezing. Lorin stood looking at the puddle of milky fluid in her glove hand. There wasn't much, but it was more than enough for what the doctor wanted. She quickly unrolled her glove from her wrist turning it inside out. All of the fresh sperm was trapped inside of it. She tied off the open end and handed it to Rachel. 

"Take this to the doctor's office, quickly. We don't want it to spoil," she said laughing.

Jenn was exhausted, as was Ross. Jenn was just leaning over Ross' chest, relaxing. The sound was still deeply embedded in Ross' cock. With the sound inside of him, he was unable to go soft. Lorin turned and saw it and immediately pulled it out with a squishy pop. She laid it down on his stomach and watched as his cock tumbled over into a soft squishy mess. He was spent. Lorin quickly undid the TENS attachments and lead lines and put them away. Ross was still lying there, not moving. She checked him once, seeing that he was breathing deeply, and appeared to be asleep. 

"Jenn, you are really good. I couldn't have done it without you. And I do 'not' think that your methods are unorthodox. You're very good at this. I'm going to tell the doctor about you, suggesting you get a promotion."

Jenn was too tired to respond. She only looked up and smiled. Ross was completely out of it. Lorin called security to come and take Ross back to his quarters. Lorin was getting dressed as security arrived to take Ross. They had some problem in getting him up, being so close to exhaustion. The sample had been taken. 

The phone rang as Lorin was buttoning her blouse. Standing at the phone, she listened, nodding her head.

"Ok, I'll take care of it," she said and then hung up the phone.

"What is it?" Jenn asked as she slipped her thong back on. 

"I don't know. That was the doctor. She said that we did not have to quarantine our exhausted slave, here. She said that she'd talk to me later, and quickly hung up. The weirdest part was that she was whispering on the phone. That was odd." Lorin looked puzzled.

"Well, we'll probably find out sooner or later," Jenn said.

"Take him to his quarters and get him something to eat. I'm sure that he's starved after today's fun," Lorin told the two security officers. She was still wondering what was going on.



The New Slave Ch. 29



Chapter 29: A Treatment for Infection

Ross was taken back to his quarters by security. For the short trip, they placed him in a wheelchair, since he was almost dead weight. He was exhausted. Security didn't even cover him, just dropping him into the chair and hand cuffing him to the chair arms. They were pretty sure that he was not going anywhere, nor would he attempt anything. As usual, all of the female staff that was present, had to get a good look as the huge balled slave was wheeled through the facility, back to his quarters. Most wondered what had happened to him, his head lolled back, his legs spread, a complete look of exhaustion on him. It wasn't actually an uncommon sight. There were many days when slaves were taken back to their quarters, or to the prep room, or even the doctor's examination room; and they looked to be in similar condition. Some of the girls had come to name this condition, "cummed out." The exhaustion was expected. 

Security took Ross to his quarters, released him from the wheelchair and helped him to his small bed. He literally dropped into the bed, one leg still over the side, and was asleep within seconds. Security made a request for food to be brought to him, during the evening, in the event that he woke up. 

Lorin finished getting dressed about the same time that Rachel dropped off the glove with Ross' sample still warm inside. She delivered it to the doctor's exam room and went back to her duties. She never mentioned the 'extraction' from Ross. Some of the staff referred to this type of extraction as 'critical extraction' since normally the slave is fully restrained and whatever is left in him is literally forcefully pulled out of his balls. This extraction was considered successful, since they had gotten a few drops from him. Most of the time, the extraction wasn't even considered 'orgasmic' since it wasn't all that pleasurable. Sometimes it was painful.

Lorin was coming down the main hall of the facility as she saw the doctor escorting Mistress Francesca and Darcy out the front door. Everything seemed cordial, the doctor talking to the Mistress and smiling. Darcy wasn't smiling. She was barefooted with her head hung down; taking tiny steps as if in a lot of pain. She still had the blanket wrapped tightly around her, even though it was warm outside. The Mistress had a worried look on her face. The doctor saw them off, and then turned, seeing Lorin.

"Perfect timing, come with me. I'll fill you in on what happened. Did you take Ross off of quarantine?" she asked, smiling at Lorin's disheveled appearance. Her hair, which was normally perfect, was obviously messed up and wet around the edges and her neckline. It appeared that she had been sweating. 

"Yes, he's off quarantine, but I don't think he'll be up for much. You might say that he is somewhat tired right now. He's sleeping in his quarters," she said, eager to hear what the doctor was going to tell her.

"Come on in, you're going to love this one," the doctor told her, a big grin on her face. The doctor and Lorin went into the doctor's private office, where they could talk.

"Ok, I want to hear this one. What happened?" Lorin asked, setting back on a couch, getting comfortable. 

"There's no reason to quarantine Ross. I knew what was wrong with Darcy, the moment she got near me. I could smell it. I could also see it. But I didn't let on with the Mistress. I went ahead and examined both of them, separately. You might say that Darcy just went through a thorough exam and an attitude adjustment. She won't be doing anything sexual for awhile," the doctor said, a wicked grin on her face.

"What did you do to her?" Lorin asked, now more than curious. 

"Get comfortable, you have to hear the entire story," Caren told Lorin. 

Inside the doctor's private office, the Mistress had poured out the entire story of how Ross and Darcy had met in the arena. She hesitantly explained that Darcy had 'popped' Ross' cock, causing the obvious injury to his shaft base. The doctor asked if it had been an accident and the Mistress glanced at Darcy, seated back in a corner of the room. It was obvious by the Mistress' glance and Darcy's humiliated demeanor, that it had been no accident. 

"It was no accident. Darcy was trying to 'snap' his cock, rendering him unable to get hard. She knew she could jack him off, even soft, or even use her mouth. It appeared that she didn't do it well enough, since he remained hard. It hurt him, but he got her back," the Mistress said hesitantly. The Mistress went on to say that Ross had amazed the guests when he forcefully penetrated Darcy's virgin butt. The doctor glanced over at Darcy and could see that she was hiding her face, crying.

"He did what?" the doctor asked, a surprised look on her face. She was trying to hide her face from laughing out loud. The Mistress went into great detail, telling the doctor about the entire event. She went on to say that her own private nurse had examined both Ross and Darcy afterwards, thinking that both of them were ok. The Mistress said that Ross was taken back to the facility (she did neglect to mention her own time, in private with Ross) and that Darcy was put up for the night. It was the next morning when Darcy came in complaining of both vaginal and anal pain. It was obvious that Darcy was in a lot of pain, almost unable to walk. Darcy was completely unaware of her own condition, especially after seeing a discharge from her own vagina. She feared a sexually transmitted disease.

"So, now you can see why I rushed over here, to unfortunately advise you that your slave could be infected with whatever Darcy has. I am so sorry Caren. I didn't mean for your slave to be injured, or infected," Mistress Francesca pleaded sincerely. She was almost in tears. She was afraid that the doctor would stop all of her 'rental' privileges. She was also worried that Darcy's infection would be something of a serious sexual nature that would shut down the doctor's facility, not to mention her own highly anticipated gatherings at the mansion.

"There, there, don't be so upset Francine," the doctor said softly, coming around her desk and comforting the Mistress. She rarely used the name Francine, since the Mistress had gone through her transformation. The Mistress totally broke down crying. 

"I'm so sorry, I will pay for any damages or any costs that may be incurred," the Mistress said between sobs. She was very scared that Caren would stop all slaves from coming to her estate. Doctor Sherry continued comforting the Mistress, her arm around her shoulder.

"No, no, don't you worry. I will examine both of you, just to make sure there is nothing wrong. We'll take care of this. It's not a problem, you'll see," she said, smiling but still comforting the Mistress.

"You're so good to me, what would I do without you?" the Mistress sobbed. Dr Sherry just smiled. 

Doctor Sherry had security come into the office and wait with Darcy, while she took Francine into an exam room. After examining the Mistress thoroughly, the doctor concluded that there was nothing wrong with her and took a 'swab' specimen from her just to make sure. She said that she would notify her as soon as the lab results were back on the cultures. But Caren also assured her older friend that she was positive that her health was in no danger. She then announced that she would need to do a more thorough exam on Darcy. Caren then escorted Francine back to the private waiting room. 

Dr Sherry had security take Darcy into the exam room. Since Darcy was a slave, Dr Sherry had security fully restrain her onto the exam table. The two security officers quickly stripped Darcy of her only covering, the blanket. She was totally nude underneath. She was resigned to her fate and lay back on the table on her own accord. Security then restrained her ankles to the stirrups and spread her legs wide. Her hands were cuffed to movable arms rails, secured up over her head. She was somewhat comfortable, but opened up, in a very vulnerable position.

"Gag her," was the only thing that Caren instructed her security officers. Before Darcy could offer any resistance, one officer placed a ball gag into her mouth while the other forced her head back, securing it to the padded exam table. Trussed up as she was, Darcy was spread wide and unable to move any part of her body, except her fingers and toes. She was obviously scared and watching the doctor closely. 

"You don't look so tough right now," the doctor said to Darcy, almost in a hiss. The doctor was leaning down close to Darcy's face. "You can leave, I'll buzz you when I'm done," the doctor instructed the two security officers. They immediately left the room, locking the door behind them.

Darcy was stretched out on the exam table, restrained hand and foot. Her left leg has been stretched out tightly. Her right leg was restrained loosely, allowing her to move it a little bit, but not enough that she could close her thighs together. With the exception of a few scratches and some dark bruises, Darcy looked as good as she had a few days before, when the doctor first met her. 

Even in Darcy's humbled and somewhat pained state, the doctor couldn't help but notice Darcy's body. Her darkly tanned skin was still smooth and well oiled. Even stretched out on her back, with her arms pulled up over her head, her breasts were still full and rounded. Her nipples were soft now, probably from the pain she was in. Besides the scratches and bruises, the expression on her face was the only thing that was different in her demeanor from a few days before. She was obviously scared. 

"So, you like to damage males, inflict a lot of pain on them? Snapping a male's cock only does damage. There's no purpose to it, unless you want to really hurt him. Was that your intent?" the doctor asked Darcy, her face only inches from Darcy's. Darcy's eyes were wide, she shook her head quickly indicating no. The doctor only stared at Darcy, smiling.

"This will probably hurt a lot," the doctor said, moving down between Darcy's outstretched legs. The doctor began a visual examination on Darcy. Overall, she was a little bit scratched up, nothing serious but a few good abrasions and cuts to her thighs and her back. The doctor noticed the welts on Darcy's hands and forearms. Looking closely between her thighs, the doctor noticed Darcy's pussy to be raw, irritated and extremely swollen. The vaginal lips were gaping open and a creamy discharge was coming from her swollen and tight entrance. There was an obvious smell coming from her. Wearing latex gloves, the doctor pushed a finger into Darcy's pussy. Darcy immediately jerked hard, her hips rising up from the table. She was trying to scream, but couldn't with the ball gag in place.

"I told you it would hurt," the doctor said grinning at the gasping Darcy. She moved her finger around roughly, inside the super sensitive pussy. The only wetness coming from the writhing Darcy was the discharge. The doctor leaned in closer, looking at her pussy. It was obvious to the doctor that Darcy was very sexually active. Even though very swollen, Darcy's pussy had been well used in the past, and it showed. 

"My, my, you are quite infected, aren't you?" the doctor said, her finger moving roughly inside the almost unconscious slave. She curled her finger upward, against the roof of her pussy, and then quickly pulled her finger out. She looked at the discharge on her gloved finger. She then quickly took a swab and inserted it deep into Darcy. Darcy jumped hard, gasping for air through her nose. Her hips once again rose up, trying to get away from the doctor, but there was no where to go. The doctor used her other hand to force Darcy's lips open, moving the swab around inside of her. Darcy slumped down onto the table, unconscious.

"No you don't. You're going to stay awake till I'm through with you," Caren told her, moving around to her head. Using smelling salts, she broke the capsule and waved it under Darcy's nose several times. Immediately Darcy jerked awake, trying to rise up from the table.

"Don't pass out on me. You belong to me, right now. I' won't let you sleep through this one," the doctor hissed into Darcy's ear. She immediately moved back down to between Darcy's outstretched and weak thighs. She wasn't resisting now, her legs and arms limp against the restraints. 

"I don't think you'll like this one either," the doctor said, looking at her captured patient. The doctor took a second swab and roughly pushed it into Darcy's butt. Darcy winced as the swab disappeared inside of her. It was obvious to the doctor that there was no infection around her entrance. There were obvious small tears where Ross had entered her, but nothing that would indicate an infection. The doctor jerked the swab out and packaged it for the lab analysis. The doctor then slowly placed her middle finger at Darcy's puckered entrance, just long enough to let her know that she was about to enter her. Darcy squinted her eyes shut, tears already flowing down. The doctor pushed hard, her finger meeting slight resistance as it disappeared into Darcy. Darcy squirmed somewhat, but lay still, her eyes tightly clamped shut. The doctor moved the finger around, feeling inside of Darcy's anal tract. After several moments, she pulled her finger out and discarded the glove. 

"Well, I can tell you that Ross didn't give you anything. You're free of any infection in your butt. He tore you, but some antibiotic salve will take care of that." Using her other gloved hand, she reached up and spread Darcy's pussy lips apart wide. Darcy immediately jerked, her hips coming up off the table. 

"I bet that hurts a lot, doesn't it?" the doctor said, her finger buried deep inside Darcy's quivering pussy. Using her thumb, the doctor pressed hard on the obviously swollen clit. Darcy jerked hard, trying to rise up from the table, her breath coming in gasps, her eyes wide with pain. The doctor kept the pressure on the hooded but very swollen area. Darcy continued to writhe and squirm, tears streaming down her face. 

"Do you know how easy it is to remove a clit?" It's only about 5 stitches and takes maybe 10 minutes. It might take a little longer if I was to numb you up. But I wouldn't want to do that; you're such a tough girl. Just think, you wouldn't have to worry about cumming, ever again." Caren was staring at the raw and irritated tissue between Darcy's gorgeous thighs. She then released the pressure. The doctor moved from between her legs up to her face. She leaned down close to Darcy's face. Staring into Darcy's wide eyes, the doctor slowly reached down between Darcy's legs and roughly hooked her middle finger into the raw pussy. She used her thumb and forefinger and squeezed one unfurled swollen pussy lip. Darcy was on the verge of passing out.

"Listen to me," the doctor said softly. "If I ever hear of you intentionally damaging a slave again, I'll buy you. You know I can. I'll buy you then I'll surgically alter you in ways that you can't even think of. I'll surgically remove your nipples and your clit, and then I'll close up that hole so that you'll be lucky if you can even pee without making a mess. Do you understand? Do you understand," she said, squeezing the battered lip harder. 

"Ummmppphhh, ummmppphhh," Darcy moaned, her eyes barely open against the pain. She was conscious enough to understand and was trying to answer her tormenter. 

"Ok, we have an understanding," the doctor said, gently moving her finger out of Darcy. The doctor then went to her desk and buzzed security. Within a minute, security arrived while the doctor finished treating Darcy.

"Wow, I do believe that you got her attention," Lorin said, a big smile on her face. "I don't think she'll ever do anything like that again," Lorin was almost squirming in her chair, enjoying the punishment that the doctor had described so well. 

"No, I don't think she will. She can still fight in the arena, but if she ever does anything like that cock snapping again, I will own her. She knows it too," the doctor said. 

"But what about Ross? What about Darcy and the Mistress? Is it syphilis or gonorrhea? What was wrong with her?" Lorin was now worried.

"Nothing. She had a yeast infection, that's all. I knew it by the smell. She didn't know that. Ross never entered her vaginally. She didn't have any infection in her butt, so I'll check Ross, but I don't think there was anything to spread. And the welts on her arms and hands, well, that was simple. I would have to test her, but I'm positive that she is allergic to Ross' sperm. The welts were an allergic reaction to where his sperm got on her hands and arms. An allergic reaction to sperm is a lot more common than you think," the doctor said laughing. Lorin looked at her wide-eyed. 

"I can't believe it. Why did you have us quarantine her?" Lorin asked.

"I wasn't sure at first, what was wrong with Darcy. But it was obvious as I checked more. There was nothing to spread around. Everyone's safe. Darcy isn't feeling too good but some antibiotics and some creams will have her on her back in no time," the doctor said laughing at her joke. 

"I do need to check Ross. Think he's up to a visit?" the doctor said, eyeing Lorin.

"I don't know, but they did take a lot out of him. Jennifer was unbelievable. You really should move her to 'sperm extraction specialist'. She is very creative and doesn't mind using her body."

"Well, in Ross' case, wouldn't you use your body?" the doctor said, grinning at Lorin.

"I'm getting there with him, soon," Lorin said, her arousal beginning to rise just thinking about an appointment. 

The doctor finished her chat with Lorin, picked up a few necessary medical supplies and then made her way to Ross' quarters. She used her keys to open his door and then locked the door behind her with the keys. She stood at the door, watching him sleep. Even sound asleep, his cock was huge and his balls didn't appear to be any less full. They were bloated and engorged, as if they were ready to go again. She pulled the sheet down to the foot of his bed, getting it out of the way.

"Ross, wake up sexy, I need to check you out," she said, grinning at the sleeping male slave. She visually examined his cock, seeing it to be dry, with no discharge of any type. She was sure that he had not been infected by Darcy's infection. But she would take care of any possibilities of infection. She knelt down next to the small bed and laid out a clean towel. She placed all of the medical supplies on the towel. 

"Ross, you have to wake up for me. I need you awake for this," she said as she eyed the thick meaty cock lying on his stomach. She reached down and traced a fingernail down the upturned length of the massive meat. He moaned slightly as his subconscious acknowledged the sexual touch. His cock twitched slightly. 

"Come on baby, wake up. I know you're tired but I need you to wake up for just a little while. I promise to be very nice to you," she said, her fingernail flicking the thick foreskin that was covering his cock head. Even asleep his cock head slowly pushed out from under the heavy foreskin. Caren could see that his shaft was slowly thickening. Caren stood up and began unbuttoning the cuffs of her long sleeve blouse. She kicked off her shoes, pushing them out of the way of the bed.

"Baby, wake up. I need to examine you. It won't take but a minute, and then I have some medicine for you, just in case. Then I want you to do me a big favor." She was now unbuttoning the front of her blouse, her nipples already pushing through the soft fabric. She could feel the wetness beginning to saturate the cotton thong that was barely covering her, under the short skirt. She stood and watched his cock, as it slowly got wider at the base of his shaft, filling up with blood. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. 




The New Slave Ch. 29



"I'm so tired," he moaned, his eyes closed. He may have been tired, but his cock appeared to be fully awake.

"That's ok baby, just relax," she said, crawling up onto his body, straddling his hips. She leaned down and softly kissed him on the lips. He responded, kissing back softly. She kissed him several more times, reaching back behind her and feeling the hardness pressed against her butt. She knew that his cock was almost fully erect. She took a hold of his face with both hands and kissed him harder on the lips. Her mouth lingered on his, as he began to respond more. He was now kissing her back, his lips moving against hers. 

"Waking up?" she asked him, in between kisses.

"Ummm, yes," he moaned as he felt her nipples pressed against his chest. He could feel how erect they were, even through her bra. She planted her mouth on his and kissed him hard, her tongue moving into his mouth. He kissed her back, his tongue waking up as well as his hard cock. He tried to move his hips; to allow his cock to move closer to the tight wetness that he knew was so close to it. She moved slightly, not allowing his cock to get between her legs. Her mouth continued to work on his mouth. By now, having no restraints on, he moved his arms up and locked them around her neck. He was fully awake.

"Good boy. I was worried that you were really out of it. I need to give you a quick check and a little something to help you out," she said between deep long kisses. Her mouth was kissing him softly all around his neck and face. 

"I'm always good for you," he moaned through closed sleepy eyes. 

"Good. Will you lay back and keep still while I examine you? It's for your own good," she said, watching him closely.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" he asked, opening his eyes.

"Mainly because you're not restrained. You're pretty much free to do whatever you want. I need to examine you and I don't want you to fight me," she said seriously.

"I promise not to resist," he said smiling at her. She sat staring into his eyes, as if deciding for herself. She smiled and then quickly leaned down and kissed him again. She rose up and climbed off of him. His cock was rock hard, sticking up long and fat. There was no pre-cum leaking from it. 

"You look fabulous, is it for me?" he asked, noticing for the first time that all she was wearing was the white cotton thong and a white low cut bra.

"Un huh," she said smiling back at him as if she were a young 13 year old girl. She knelt down beside the small bed, positioning herself at his hips.

"How has my favorite set of balls been doing?" she asked, her hands moving down between his thighs, cradling the huge fleshy orbs. She was softly feeling each ball, checking for any swelling or lumps. "I hear that you've had a pretty rough couple of days. Have I been neglecting you?" she said, her eyes watching closely what her hands were doing. 

"I wouldn't mind your touch a little more often, but I guess I can't have everything," he said, watching her hands examine him. His cock was still hard, the foreskin rolled down tightly below the flared head. "Some of your staff has been having a lot of fun with me," he said to her.

"They sometimes tend to do that, with males that they like. Everything looks and feels to be ok. I was told that you were injured by a female slave, but I'm not seeing anything that looks damaged," she said, turning each ball over in her palm, still probing deep into his sack. 

"Darcy! I think I might have hurt her more than she hurt me, physically and mentally," he said seriously. 

"Well, that's why I'm here. I wanted to make sure you are ok and give you something just in case you're wrong," the doctor told him, laying the huge ball sack down softly between his outstretched thighs. 

"In case I'm wrong. What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm sure you're fine. Let's just say that she won't be having any sex for a while. She has a very severe infection. It doesn't look like you picked it up, though. Don't worry, I'm going to give you something that will help you," Caren told him, studying his eyes. She could see that he was concerned. She leaned over to the towel and picked up a large syringe filled with a thick, yellow colored gel. She pulled back the plunger on the syringe and held it up to the light. It wasn't the needle type of syringe, but like the ones used in feeding a small animal. 

"Just relax, this might feel a little warm," she said to him. She reached out with her left hand and grasped his cock shaft. Being already hard, she began to gently rub it, pulling the foreskin up over the head, and then back down to his pubic bone. She was jacking him off. He started to sit up.

"Do I need to get restraints?" she asked him seriously, but still smiling.

"No, I'm sorry," he said, lying back down on the bedding.

"Spread your legs apart, and try to relax," she said in a soft voice. He opened his legs wide apart and put his arms folded, back under his head and neck. 

She was rubbing his cock hard and fast. There was a tiny bit of pre-cum beginning to ooze from the mouth of his cock. She was watching him closely. Seeing the pre-cum, she quickly laid the syringe down on his stomach and grabbed a surgical towel. She stopped rubbing the fleshy cock, just long enough to squeeze hard, from the base, moving upward to the mouth. A large glob of clear pre-cum oozed from the tip, which she quickly removed with the towel. She squeezed his cock upward, several more times, clearing the urethral canal of any fluid.

"Hold still, this might be uncomfortable," she said, picking up the syringe. She grasped his cock shaft tightly with her left hand and pulled the foreskin back down hard. She immediately pushed the tip of the syringe into the gaping mouth. Feeling it seat down in him about an inch, she pushed the plunger down slowly, watching as the thick yellow colored gel flooded into his urethra. He jerked slightly, the uncomfortable feeling of the gel pumping up inside him. He could feel his cock swell from the thick glue like substance filling his cock. 

"Unnhh, unnhh, unnhh, it's hot," he cried out, as he could feel the heat starting to grow deep inside of his shaft. 

"Just relax. It'll only feel hot for a few moments. It's good for you," she said, watching as she continued to force the thick goo into him. His legs jerked several times, his upper body writhed. She continued to keep her tight grip on his softening cock shaft as the last of the thick medicated gel was pushed into him. As the last globs were pumped into him, she tossed the syringe between his legs and quickly pinched off his cock head, using the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. 

"Just relax. I need to get this stuff into all of those little nooks and crannies in you," she said, grinning at him. He wasn't smiling as he felt the heat build up inside of his already tender cock. It felt like his cock was on fire, from the inside out. She pinched off his cock, just under the head, holding it tight. She then used her left hand to squeeze the shaft, upward, and then downward, forcing all of the thick gel into his sensitive tissue. She did this for several minutes, watching as Ross settled back down, finally starting to become numb. He was now hard again, only because her hand was slowly milking him. 

"There, that should take care of any of those pesky little germs or microbes in you," she said laughing. She took the surgical towel in one hand and relaxed her grip on his cock head. Immediately, there was a huge amount of the yellow gel that spurt out of his cock. She caught it in the towel and then wrapped the cloth around his cock. Squeezing his cock up and down, she forced the remaining globs of gel out and onto the towel. She looked several times at the gel, making sure to get it all out. After several minutes, his cock was gooey looking, but 'medically' cleaned up. He was enjoying her exam at this point.

"Sit up, I need to give you an injection," she said, picking up another syringe, this one having a needle. She held it to the light and then tapped it several times, to get any air out of the top. She checked his inner arm, slapping it several times to see the vein. She then quickly injected him and placed a small strip of gauze over the injection site. She got up and walked across the room, laying the syringe and the other medical pieces next to the door. 
 "Damn, you always look so good," he said, watching her walk barefooted across the small room. Her body looked almost black with her dark tan and white thong and bra. She bent over and remained bent over while placing the medical things at the door. She looked back at him smiling. 

"I do have one thing left that I need you to do," she said, still bent over, her gorgeous ass pointed toward him. "Maybe you can help me out, do you suppose?" she asked in a mock innocent tone. 

"Sure, name it. I'm a slave and I'm here to serve. Do you need served?" he asked smiling. 

"Yes, I do need served. Are you up to it," she said, standing up and turning to face him. She looked even better from the front. She reached back and undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were gorgeous. Her nipples were rock hard and sticking out. The bottom front of her thong was coated in a shiny texture from where her lubricating juices were leaking out of her. She was as aroused as she could get, without actually cumming. She knew that it wouldn't take much. 

"Can you help me," she asked in a little girl's voice. She softly padded over to the small bed and stood beside it, looking down at Ross. Watching his eyes closely, she reached down and moved the tiny thong over her hips, letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the thong and stood, feet spread wide apart. She wanted him to see her smooth shaven pussy. She was more than aroused. He couldn't help but notice how her vaginal lips were already spread wide apart and moist. Her pussy was engorged, already overheated by her exam on Ross' cock and balls. 

"Scoot down lower," she instructed him. He moved down, resting his shoulders toward the middle of the bed. She moved up onto the bed and straddled his body, this time, her pussy poised over his face. She was above him, facing down his body, her legs tight as she held herself up off of him. 

"I don't think this will take very long," she whispered as she lowered her body onto his upturned face. He reached upward and held onto her thighs, pulling her body down onto his face. His mouth immediately attached to her moist pussy, his tongue darting into her. He could hear her moan as his lips began to work on the engorged fleshy lips of her pussy. She was sopping wet. 

"You are so damn good at that," she moaned as she rested on his face, his mouth working on her. She jerked slightly as his tongue found her clit and began to massage it slowly. She could feel an orgasm already beginning to build between her legs. Even she was surprised at how fast she was about to cum. She glanced down, seeing his fleshy but soft cock, lying on his thigh. She leaned forward and reached out, taking it into her right hand. Holding it gently, she began to jack it up and down, watching as he quickly thickened up. She continued to rub it, but could tell that he was remaining thick, but not hardening. The injection was beginning to take affect on him. 

"I'm sorry baby, but I don't think I'll be able to finish your cock. But you're doing an excellent job on me. Just go a little faster," she moaned, still watching her hand jerking the fat fleshy cock in her hand. He was only about half hard, incapable of getting fully erect.

She could feel him begin to work harder and faster on her clit. She was close to cumming and he could tell. He clamped his lips to the area surrounding her clit and began to suckle her, like a baby. Hungrily he worked her clit, feeling her thighs tense up on his arms. She was starting to cum.

"Ahhhhhhh, Unnnggghhh," she moaned loudly as the first waves of orgasm crashed over her. Her thighs tightened up against his arms, she pushed down hard against his mouth, trying to force her tender clit further into his sucking mouth. As her body shuddered from the pleasure, her right hand grasped his cock hard, squeezing it. Her left hand sought out and found his ball sack, lying softly between his thighs. She plunged her fingertips into the sack, feeling and grasping the huge fleshy orb. She squeezed it hard, making him jump. She squeezed it harder, forcing him to gasp as he sucked harder on her throbbing clit. She was cumming hard, the intensity making her almost pass out. The waves were still crashing over her, her entire body shaking, her hands squeezing and jerking the soft flesh in her fingers till she realized that she was tearing at his soft cock.

"Oh baby, you are so good with your mouth," she said, raising her butt up, in order to move off of his face. Even as she raised her hips upward, she could feel his mouth following her tender pussy, still hungrily lapping at the sensitive and quivering folds. She had cum so hard that her clit had literally pulled back inside of the hood, now overly sensitive. She relaxed her grip on his cock and ball. 

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I was sort of caught up in the moment," she said, looking down at him between her thighs.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't think I can get hard," he said in an apologetic tone. He was truly sorry that his cock was soft. She could tell that he wanted to please her, but he couldn't. He already had.

"Don't be sorry. I wanted your mouth, not your cock. I gave you something that would relax you. There was no way that you would have gotten hard. Your cock and balls are sound asleep, resting for tomorrow," she said almost giggling. Her body was still shaking, her pussy contracting and relaxing from the intense orgasm. 

"Tomorrow?" he said, an obvious question.

"Yes. I gave you a mild tranquilizer, even though I'm sure you didn't need it. I wanted you to sleep deeply, to be ready for tomorrow. You should be almost asleep right now," she said, softly crawling off of him. His eyes were already so heavy that he couldn't keep them open. She stood up beside him, putting her bra and thong back on. He was trying to watch her, but he was almost asleep. She walked across the room, picking up her skirt and blouse.

"Tomorrow I'm going to give you over to Nikki. She's an expert with a milking machine. She'll hook you up and just drain those cum bags between your legs. You've never been milked till you've been hooked up to a milking machine. You're going to need your rest for that," Caren said to him, watching for his expression.

"A milking machine?" he asked, his voice fading as his eyes were closing. His arms were hanging limp beside him, his cock completely flaccid, resting on the huge ball sack.

"Most of the males hate the milking machine. Matter of fact, I can't think of one that likes being hooked up to that thing. It'll suck your balls inside out. We've already gotten custom-built teat cups that will fit both your cock and your balls. Because of that, I need you to promise me that you'll behave. If you promise to not resist, and cooperate with Nikki, I'll give you a reward." She stood there, buttoning up her blouse, tucking it back into her skirt. 

"A reward?" me mumbled, as if in a daze.

"Yes, a reward. I'll give you an appointment with any female that you chose. It's your choice. Do you want Rachel? Or perhaps Lorin? Or would you like to spend more time with Jenn? I hear that you and Jenn got along nicely. You can pick any female that you want, for a night. But you can't give Nikki any problems. Is it a deal?" she asked softly.

"Anyone that I want?" he said in a mumble, barely audible. 

"Yes, anyone. You behave yourself and cooperate, you get the reward," she said, watching him. He didn't answer. She walked over to him and checked him. He was totally gone, deep breathing and completely relaxed.

She stood there watching him for a moment, then finished dressing. Picking up her medical gear, she unlocked the door and went out. Her body was still trembling as she locked the door from the outside. 



The New Slave Ch. 30



Chapter 30: Nikki, The Milk Maid

The next morning, bright and early, the doctor met with Nikki. Nikki was one of the younger members of the staff and one of the most vivacious. She was more than excited about her duties as a trainer and considered collecting huge amounts of sperm as an entertaining diversion. She was always using slightly different techniques to 'achieve' her results. She was popular among the staff and either loved or hated by the slaves. Those that loved her thoroughly enjoyed what she did with their bodies. Those that hated her hated what she did with their bodies. A lot of the popularity was due to her 'skill' at extracting sperm, but mostly it was from her looks. 

She was a very young; very lively and just happened to be a gorgeous brunette. Like most of the women that worked at the facility, Nikki had a body that looked like something from a men's magazine, a men's adult magazine. Nikki was only 22 but her personality was so bubbly and energetic that she acted more like she was a 16 year old. She was excited about everything. She was always happy and bounced around everywhere she went. She exuded youthfulness. She had graduated from a veterinary school, but had been 'drafted' by Dr Sherry because of her personality. Nikki had found that her vet skills came in handy at the facility, not to mention the difference in pay scales. With her talents, she was slowly getting rich while working for the doctor. 

Besides her youthful personality and overly energized demeanor, she happened to be small, petite, with overly endowed breasts, a tiny waist, wide hips, and legs that were something more than fabulous. Her breasts were unbelievable for a young woman that was just at 5'2. They were perfectly formed and had huge nipples. She was unbelievably cute in the face, and her brunette hair was cut short and combed back in a boyish cut. For 22 years old, Nikki looked more like a high school girl waiting for the pep rally. On this occasion she was wearing tennis shoes, tight fitting jeans and t-shirt that was tucked in at her unbelted waist. 

As sexual as her appearance was, it was only in her training room that she would indulge in things of a sexual nature. Around the facility, she came across as highly intelligent, friendly, but nothing of a sexual type. Her demeanor outside of her training room was far from sexual. Her demeanor inside the training room was so over-the-top sexual, that even the experienced trainers would stand back and watch as she tried new methods of extracting male milk. You might say that she loved her work. No one knew much about her, except for Dr Sherry. Her personal life was a closed book to everyone at the facility. 

Dr Sherry had known Nikki since she was a teenager, the daughter of a close friend. Once Nikki reached the age of 18, she went to work for the doctor in between her college semesters and in the summers. Dr Sherry came to completely trust Nikki and they both became good friends. During that first summer, Dr Sherry watched as Nikki transformed from a very naïve, inexperienced, and innocent young lady, into an attractive and extremely sexually skillful creature. The ideas of normal sperm extraction were found boring by Nikki. She was always coming up with new ideas to literally drain males. 

Dr Sherry and Nikki met over breakfast at the facility. The doctor had picked Nikki because she felt that it was time to take Ross' training up a notch. Nikki had been the one that developed the milking machine, adapting and customizing it for use on male slaves. Having been in vet work, she could immediately see the usefulness of the machine on slaves. She literally recreated the machine and put it into use at the facility. Over a short period of time, she had adapted the standard milking machine to something that was considered by some, the ultimate orgasm. Some of the slaves considered it the ultimate sexual torture. It could be easily used to work either way. Nikki wasn't the type to use her adaptation for male torture, but those that didn't mind male torture, quickly learned her instructions on the machine. If the machine were needed for punishment, then another trainer could be called to use the machine. Some of the trainers thoroughly enjoyed using the machine as a torture device. 

A machine was in use on a slave every day, somewhere in the facility. The machines were found to be extremely productive, but they had their drawbacks. The doctor found that some males were against being hooked into the sucking machines. It was very easy to overuse the machine and literally drain a male. The facility liked this idea, but some slaves showed 'resistance' to being on the machines. Some would even fight to avoid being 'hooked up' to them. With as much pleasure as the machines supplied, the males resisted the idea of being sucked dry by a chrome and brass, electrical apparatus. In some instances, the slave was left exhausted and sore. And there had been injuries to some males. 

During breakfast, the doctor explained to Nikki how Ross was acquired and what his background had been. Nikki was more than interested in the part about Ross being an entertainment slave. It was a rarity, that a woman in this day and age, didn't know what an entertainment slave was about. Nikki listened attentively taking in all of the details about Ross. She was particularly fascinated and interested in the doctor's descriptions of Ross' heavy amount of ejaculate. It didn't seem possible that a man could expel such huge amounts. Nikki had milked hundreds of males and knew what the male body was capable of pumping out. Ross was beginning to interest her greatly. 

"Well, all I can say is, let's see what he's got," Nikki said. Nikki was trying hard to keep from sounding too anxious. She was already beginning to feel a slight wetness between her legs. She would bide her time till she could 'examine' Ross in private. She did her best work when alone with a male. Nikki took extreme pleasure in knowing exactly what her machine could do to a male. It was more about sex than it was about control. Nikki knew that the control excited her, but control was a given under the circumstances of a male being restrained. But mostly she enjoyed watching the males as she did those things that made their bodies jerk, writhe, thrust, pant, and thoroughly react to her manipulations. She was more than ready to begin. The doctor was beginning to bore her with trivial details. 

"I'll need to examine him before he's hooked up," Nikki said, almost non-chalantly. 

"Ok, but I didn't realize that you examine the males before milking," the doctor said, not understanding the entire workings of the machines. "If you just want some time alone with him, all you have to do is say so," Doctor Sherry said sincerely. 

"No, no, not at all. That's not it," Nikki said, laughing. "The milking machines have some degree of precision to them. You can't just cram a cock into the machine and switch it on. There's a lot more to it, than that" she said, looking at the doctor, hoping that she understood. 

"I sort of thought that you just hooked them up, and sucked them dry," the doctor said laughing. She was being honest in her statement, but tried to convince Nikki otherwise, by laughing it off. 

"Oh no. I can't do that. Too many things can go wrong. There actually is a lot of preparation to it. Come on, I'll show you," Nikki said, turning and heading back toward her own training room. 

"I've arranged for the new slave to be taken to your training room. He should already be there by now," the doctor said, following Nikki down the hallway. 

A few minutes later they entered Nikki's private training room. As arranged, Ross was already present, being watched by two of the security personnel. He was a lot more awake now than he had appeared the evening before. He was cleaned up and refreshed from his long sleep. He hadn't needed the tranquilizer that the doctor had given him, but it assured him a deep sleep for that night. Security had put him into a clean loincloth for his trip to Nikki's training room, but like all of them, it barely covered him. And Nikki didn't miss the way that it bulged out in front. Her eyes were on him and the obvious large bulge, as soon as she entered the room.

Nikki's training room was pretty much like the others. It was completely stocked with the tools and toys that were essential in keeping male slaves aroused. The only difference in Nikki's room, compared to the other rooms, was that her room had two different tables for restraining a slave. She had found that the milking machine would work differently, from slave to slave. One exam table was the standard, where the slave was placed in restraints, on his back, with legs spread open. The other table was similar to the one that the doctor used in her exam room, where the slave would be restrained on all fours, legs spread and his butt more open and exposed. Nikki had found that there were several effective ways to milk a male, either on their back, or on their hands and knees. 

The most common method of milking would be to place the slave on his hands and knees, and then hook up a milking teat to his dangling cock. Nikki had found over time that it was more productive to keep the slave comfortable, as well as aroused. If he were uncomfortable, he would produce less sperm. She had modified the 'hands & knees' table so that the males' upper body was balanced and supported, comfortably, allowing him to rest his weight on the table, while being milked. The table was lower to the ground and padded in such a way that the slave's stomach and chest was supported, while he was being worked on. 

"Go ahead and restrain him," the doctor instructed the two security officers. Since they were all standing and waiting for their orders. The doctor glanced at Nikki.

"Put him on the low table," Nikki said, pointing to the table that would support Ross on his stomach and chest. The two officers quickly undid Ross' ankle and wrist restraints and placed him on the low table. They had him kneel down at the foot of the table, and then lean out till he was comfortably stretched out, his arms in front of him. One officer secured his wrists, his arms outstretched in front of him. The other officer spread his knees apart, securing each ankle far apart, in a wide-open position. 

"You can go now," the doctor told the security officers. They quickly left the room while Nikki busied herself in preparations. She took out several towels, latex gloves, and a tube of lubricating jelly. She glanced over at Ross several times, looking at his loincloth-covered butt. From the way that he was restrained, his cock was exposed, hanging down limply below him. Doctor Sherry just stood and watched as Nikki prepared for the first session.

"Ok, I need to examine him, take his measurements, and make sure that everything fits well," Nikki told the doctor.

"Measure him, why do you need to measure him?" the doctor asked, surprised. 

"I measure all of the males," Nikki told her, looking up from her equipment. She was now moving the milking machine into position. Laid out next to the machine on a rolling exam tray were several different teat cups. "I have to make sure that we have a good fit. If I don't, the slave could end up with a really chewed up cock, or some really damaged balls," she said confidently. 

"I just thought that you sort of stuck his cock into the thing and let the machine do the rest," the doctor said, looking at all of the shiny aluminum and brass tubes.

"No, there's a lot more to this than you'd think. I have to get a very exact fit. Each male is different. It does seem that you have a lot of 'endowed' males," Nikki said, smiling as she over emphasized the word 'endowed'. "Most of the males that I've milked are somewhat large. Most of them have been long, a few of them being thick. If their cock doesn't fit properly, the suction and the massage action will chafe their tender cocks, pretty badly. Then, you end up with blisters, skin damage, bruising, or even damage to the blood vessels. If I don't get a good fit on their balls, they could be in a lot of pain, crushed balls, nerve damage, or at best, the chafing, blisters, and bad bruising."

"I never realized all of that," the doctor said, looking surprised. 

"That's why it's important that I get the exact fit on the teat cup and especially the clam shell," Nikki said, still laying out tubes and clear tubing.

"Clam shell?" the doctor said, looking over all of the strange tubes that Nikki was preparing. 

"Yes, clam shell. Well, at least that's what I call it. That is sort of what it looks like, when it's closed. Here, let me explain," Nikki said, turning and looking at the surprised doctor for the first time. Nikki was confident in what she was doing. It was the first time she realized that the doctor didn't know how the milking machine worked. 

Nikki took a deep breath and began to explain the machine. In essence, it was a simple variation of the standard cow milking machine. The machine was electrical and consisted of a commercial grade pump to create suction. A specially designed teat cup, normally used to suction the cow's nipple, would be attached to the male's cock. The teat cup was a long cylindrical tube fashioned from brass and aluminum, designed to encompass the entire length and girth of a male cock. It looked more like a work of metal art, rather than a functioning dairy tool. The teat cup was lined with a soft pliable silicone sleeve, which had tiny air bags situated all through the sleeve. A vinyl tube was attached to the tip of the teat cup, in order to draw milk, or in this case, sperm, through the tube and back to the catch cylinder. Another smaller vinyl tube was attached near the tip of the cup, in order to control the airflow to the sleeve's air bags. 

"Harvesting is what I call it," Nikki said, smiling. "When the male's biological function starts, his male produce is drawn from the tip of the cup, through the tubing, and into the catch cylinder." Nikki was more than enjoying her own description of her creation. 

The silicone sleeve was a crucial part of the teat cup's design. It was designed in such a way to create a very pleasurable sleeve for the cock to be sucked into. And when the suction is turned on, the tiny air bags inflate and deflate in rapid succession, creating a massaging effect on a trapped cock. Some had described the sensation as being sucked by a warm, smooth, vibrating mouth.

"There are only two controls to the machine, one is vacuum and the other is pulse. Once the suction is started, his cock is drawn tightly into the sleeve. The tiny air bags begin to massage and rub the male's cock; much like a mouth or a pussy would do, but even better. Naturally, vacuum is the amount of pressure used in the suction. And pulse is the amount or speed of the massaging action. You might say that it is the rate of inflation and deflation of the air bags, surrounding his cock. They can either gently massage him, or they can pump him furiously," Nikki said, smiling at her machine. The pride in her creation was obvious. 

"I understand all of that, but what is a clamshell?" the doctor asked. 

"This is where it really gets good," Nikki responded. She picked up a large oval shaped metal object. It appeared to be very similar to the teat cup, brass and aluminum, but in a rounded form. She then opened it. When opened, it looked much like a clamshell, hinged in the middle. The inside was thickly padded with the same silicone as the teat cup's sleeve, having the tiny air bags all through it. A small vinyl tube was also attached to the bottom, traveling back to the pump system.

"And, if I need more pressure for vacuum, I have three other teat cups attached. By blocking the airflow of them, I can create more suction to the teat cup in use on him. The pressure can get really intense. I can make it extremely intense for one male, or I can make four males cum at once. It just depends on how I use the cups," she tried to explain. 

"That would be a huge amount of pressure, mixed with the sucking motion and a moderate degree of vibration. I can see how it would be draining," the doctor said, watching as Nikki toyed with her equipment.

"The clamshell is for his balls. With this, I can massage and manipulate his balls, forcing him to cum, almost on demand," Nikki said, the excitement obvious in her voice. "I can either allow his balls to purge intensely, or prolong his natural urge to cum, whichever I choose." 

"For his balls?" the doctor said, still looking at the clamshell shaped object. "Now I understand why you need to examine each male. You might be a little surprised by this male," the doctor said, a big grin on her face. 

"To milk him, I will use the clamshell, firmly encompassing his balls, and the teat cup attached to his cock. I then turn everything on, pressure it up, turn the pulse on and gradually bring it up in intensity. Watching his body language, his actions, his thrusting or even his breathing, I can tell when to go harder on him, or when to back off. I can normally gauge when he's cumming, or if I feel lazy, I can just sit and watch his sperm slowly trickling through the tube. 

"I think that you should take a look at your new 'cum cow'," the doctor said laughing. "He might be a little more than you're use to," she added. 

Nikki turned from her machine and walked over to where Ross was secured to the low table. He was comfortably resting on the table, his loincloth still in place. His legs were spread open wide. She pulled up a chair and sat down between his outstretched legs. She then pulled up his loincloth, positioning it on top of his butt. 

"Holy shit, he's huge. He's not even hard. His balls are as big as a horse's," Nikki stammered. The doctor wasn't surprised; she had seen this same response before. 

"He's a little bit larger in some areas, than what I've normally purchased," the doctor said smugly. "I knew as soon as I first saw him, that he would be one hell of a sperm supply." 

"There's no way that he'll fit in any of the cups. He's soft but he's so thick. His cock might fit my large ones, but his balls .... There's no way his balls will fit anything that I have. I'll have to modify a clamshell or just create a new one," Nikki said, her eyes wide as she visually took in the fleshy mass between the slave's thighs. It was obvious that she was getting more excited as she considered the prospects of a new sperm source. 

"What does that mean? You can't milk him?" the doctor asked, a worried look on her face. "He produces anywhere from 3 to 5 times the amount of any other slave, day after day. I want his balls harvested. I've even got him on Trilochem to raise his produce amounts," she said harshly. 

"Trilochem! You've got to be kidding," Nikki said, turning around and looking at the doctor. "If he produces as much as you say, why would you want him pumping more?" Nikki asked, astonished. 

"Because he can," was the only response. It was obvious that the doctor was getting impatient with her new sperm-producing slave. 

"I'll rush it, but I'll have to create a new and enlarged clamshell for his balls. I don't have anything even close to fitting him," she said as her hands reached out for the first time to touch him. Her hands gently encompassed his sack, her fingers stretching to just fit around him. He jumped slightly as she began to softly squeeze the huge cum bags. Within a few seconds, his body relaxed as he began to enjoy her testicular manipulations. 

"Well, do it. I want it as fast as possible," the doctor told Nikki. It was an obvious order, not a request.

"I can probably have a new one that will fit him, by tomorrow morning, late," Nikki told her, almost apologizing. I'll arrange it. But for now, I really need to examine him. His cock is thick and he's not even hard yet. I might have something that will fit his girth." 




The New Slave Ch. 30



"Great, do your exam," the doctor said impatiently. 

Nikki was still gently massaging and squeezing the huge balls. His cock was still soft but there was the obvious evidence of his arousal, a small drop of pre-cum appearing at the mouth of his cock. She gently reached under him and cupped her hand, holding the thick cock in her palm. Holding him, she gently pulled her hand back, stretching his soft cock back behind him. He was very thick and fleshy, but obviously soft. She visually examined his cock, looking at the underside of it. Being bent back, behind him, the underside of his cock was facing upward. 

"I do need to check one other thing," Nikki said, almost hesitantly. 

"What? What else do you need to know to milk him," the doctor said, a frown on her face. She was beginning to get very impatient.

"I really need to see if his cock can handle the overload of sperm. This technique of milking will send his balls into overload. When he's milked, his balls will literally blow out, both of them, simultaneously with a lot of force. He won't just cum. He'll explode. The clamshell is designed to exert a lot of pressure on the balls. When being milked, the silicone bags will massage him, forcing his balls to try and empty their contents, all at once, in one or two heavy spurts. I don't know if his cock can handle that," Nikki explained, hoping that the doctor's medical experience would make her understand.

"How would his orgasm affect his cock?" the doctor asked, without thinking. "His cock has been doing great these last few days, pumping out huge amounts. It doesn't seem to have bothered his cock any." 

"When his balls blow out everything at once, the sperm is literally blasted out of his cock, really pumping out through his urethra. I don't' know if his urethra can stand it. He'll feel like he's having one hell of an orgasm, but in actuality, his balls will try to empty in maybe one or two real heavy gushes. The normal male pushes out an orgasm in 5 to 6 spurts, sometimes more, sometimes less. But with milking, the pressure and the intensity are greatly increased, forcing him to empty in only one or two spurts. This excess of sperm will force his urethra to 'blow open'. It could be very painful and could even cause damage to his urethra," Nikki explained, her eyes now focused on the thickening cock in her hand. 

"Well, do whatever you need to do. I don't want this one damaged. I know for a fact that is cock has been stretched open. Look at the mouth," the doctor said.

Nikki looked down at her hand, the underside of his cock fully exposed. She could easily see that Ross' cock mouth was obviously stretched open twice the size of an average male. 

"Wow, he is gaping open a lot. How did that happen?" Nikki asked, her finger gently easing into the wide orifice. 

"I don't know how it happened, probably a cruel mistress or a overly rough renter, but I've had my finger deep inside of him. I think that he's very open to milking," the doctor said, watching as Ross became fully erect, even though bent back on itself. 

"Your finger?" Nikki asked, obvious as her gaze went from the doctor's face to her hands and back to her face. 

"Yes, I've been inside of him. He's very open," the doctor said, a slight laugh in her voice. "Believe me, he is very stretchy." 

"I'm not so much worried about the opening, it's deeper inside that I'm worried about. I don't want to have a blowout, in his cock," Nikki tried to explain. Her hand was now firmly grasping the meaty cock. His cock head was smeared with the pre-cum that was flowing from it. 

"Do whatever, just start the milking, as soon as possible," the doctor insisted.

Dropping his cock, Nikki got up and quickly retrieved a set of Hegar sounds from a nearby cabinet. She unzipped the leather case, exposing the set of 10 polished, smooth aluminum tubes. The set was in varying sizes, from small and thin, to a huge rounded tube, bigger than a human thumb. Each sound was approximately 10 inches long. Nikki used sounds on every male that she milked. Even with animal medicine, she had learned the rule of 'Do No Harm'. She wasn't about to harm a human male, even if he was a slave. 

"This should only take a minute," she said, taking one of the very small and thin sounds. She sat back down, behind Ross and in close between his legs. She reached under him and found his cock, pulling it back behind him, again. He was still hard, but had begun to soften slightly. She squeezed his cock several times in her hand, watching as it quickly swelled back to rock hard. 

"Relax, try not to tense up. This will only take a few moments," she said softly to him, her hand patting his butt. 

Nikki took the thin sound and gently placed it into the gaping mouth of his cock. The thin sound was dwarfed by the huge opening. As wet as he was, the sound gently slid into him, about an inch. Feeling no resistance, Nikki gently slid the sound further up into him, till only the very tip of the sound was sticking out of his cock. His sensitivity was obvious as his butt jerked upward slightly, his body tensing up. He could feel the sound buried deep inside his cock. 

"There you go, just relax," Nikki cooed to him as she slowly pulled the sound out of his cock. There was no resistance going into him and there was no resistance as it was pulled out. She immediately put the goo-coated sound onto a towel and picked another sound from the set. This time, she skipped over a few of the thin tubes, picking out a substantially larger sound.

"This might be a little uncomfortable," she said softly to him. She immediately pressed the larger sound into the opening of his cock. Holding his cock tightly with her other hand, she fed the larger sound into the mouth, pushing till it met with resistance. Again, Ross jerked slightly, his butt rising up, trying to get away from the invading metal tube. She held the sound inside of him for a moment, and then gently but firmly, pushed harder, forcing it past the first penile sphincter. Feeling a slight pop, the sound moved easily deeper into his rapidly softening cock. His butt rose up sharply, a gasp coming from him. She could see that his thighs had tightened up considerably. 

"Relax, it'll go in easier," she said softly. Holding the position for a moment, she then began to push harder, forcing the sound deeper and deeper into him. It was obvious to her that this sound would be the biggest that his cock could accept. His cock was almost soft now, but the sound was firmly planted all the way into him. Only the tip of the sound was showing. 

"It would appear that his urethra won't have any problems with sperm flow," Nikki said to the doctor, smiling. The doctor smiled back at her. Dr Sherry was happy that Nikki cared about her 'patients'. In the long run, it would be better if Nikki cared, rather than if Nikki didn't care. The doctor figured that she really didn't have the time to spend on fixing injured male cocks or balls. 

With just the tip of the sound sticking out of Ross' cock, Nikki relaxed her grip on his cock and watched as his cock 'forced' the sound out. His inner cock was in good shape, she thought as she watched the force that his cock exerted, shooting out the metal tube. It literally popped out of him with a squishy plop. 

"Very good, now can we begin the milking?" the doctor asked with an odd smile on her face.

"I'm sorry Caren, but I can't do it without the clamshell. These smaller clamshells will literally crush his balls. Tomorrow!" Nikki said, becoming upset. She didn't want to make the doctor mad. They had been friends for years. 

"I have no doubt that you're wanting to milk him. Who says that you have to use your machine? You can wait till tomorrow, for the machine, but for now...." The doctor said, her words trailing off. She knew that Nikki was very aroused. She just had a better way of hiding it, compared to the rest of the staff. 

"You mean you'd let me ...." Nikki's words trailed off as she realized that the doctor was trying to give her a treat, if she was interested. "I'd love to 'harvest' him for you," she said, a big grin spreading across her face. Her excitement was evident. One that that Nikki loved was the 'first time' with a new male slave. 

"Just make sure that tomorrow, he's hooked up, if you know what I mean," the doctor said, trying to sound serious. 

"You've got it. Tomorrow! I'll get a rubber," Nikki said, standing up to go get a box of rubbers.

"No, don't bother. Go ahead and do him as he is. I think that you'll enjoy the sight and feel of what his cock can do. You'll be surprised. Just do me one favor? Go ahead and use a specimen cup. You'll get a good look at how a set of bull balls function," the doctor said, pulling up a chair to sit back and watch. 

Nikki immediately turned her attention to the semi hard cock in her hand. Several squeezes of the meaty protuberance got it fattened up and ready to perform for her own sexual excitement. 

"Go ahead, enjoy yourself. I'm sure that he'll enjoy it. I haven't seen a female at this facility yet that didn't enjoy jacking him off," the doctor said, settling back to watch the private sex show. 

"This shouldn't take long," Nikki said, her hand feeling under him and between his legs. She grabbed a bottle of baby oil and quickly rubbed a liberal amount into her hands, and then turned her attention back to his dangling cock. She moved her chair up close to him where she could actually watch, what she was about to do to him. She knew that he wouldn't last long. She had developed a pretty good sense of how long males would last, based on her prior use of the machine. She was a good judge of 'time' when it came to male abilities. 

"Ok Ross, how about a nice, thick sample of your cream. Let me see just what I'm dealing with. Just relax baby and enjoy yourself," she cooed at him. She had leaned her shoulder into him and had reached up, grasping his cock in her oiled hand. Her other hand began to smear the oil all around the huge sack, massaging the oil into him. After several moments, his ball sack was well lubed in the baby oil, so she turned her attention to his cock. Her free hand moved up to the base of his cock, grasping him at the very base, where his cock met with the pubic bone. Her other hand was further down, near the head and foreskin. With both hands being oiled, his cock was now a slick gooey mess. She quickly squeezed her upper hand tight around the base of his cock, and then quickly slid the hand downward, holding him tight. At the same time, her other hand let go of his cock head and immediately moved up to the base of his cock, grasping him tightly. As soon as the first hand reached the cock head and foreskin, it let go as the other hand began its tight sliding action down his cock. She did this quickly, each hand replacing the other hand in their hand over hand sliding action. Both hands were moving in rapid succession, up and down his cock.

"Oh yea, he's going to dump any moment now," Nikki said, a big grin on her face as she watched her hands slickly pumping the thick cock. By this time, it was obvious that Ross was going to cum any moment. His hips had immediately begun to thrust and he had risen up hard on his tiptoes, indicating that he was about to cum. His panting could be heard around the room. Nikki had very skillful hands. She had him on the verge of cumming, within about 20 seconds from when she first started hand milking him. 

By now, Nikki's hands were moving in a blur, one hand over the other hand, the squeezing motion almost as if it were an squee-gee, forcing his cock to spasm. Ross jerked hard, one time and then pushed upward on his tiptoes, his thighs tight and straining. 

"Ummm, here he goes," Nikki said, watching his cock closely. She continued her squeezing hand over hand method for only a few more seconds, and then let go with one hand. The free hand quickly grabbed the specimen jar and held it closely under his cock. Ross' cock head was flared thickly, deep dark reddish purple in color from all of the extra blood flow. Nikki's grip on him didn't let up. She continued jerking him hard with the one hand still holding him. 

"Aaaaggghhh, Aaaaggghhh, Aaaaggghhh," Ross gasped as he rose up high on his tiptoes. His back arched high into the air, his shoulders tight, and his head rolled back. His cock was already spurting out huge globs of sperm. Even with the first two spurts, the cup was almost a quarter full and he was still spurting strongly. Nikki continued her sliding grip on him, going to a lot more gentle motion, rather than jerking him. After a few moments, he was still spewing but the amounts had diminished a lot. She was watching closely, allowing him to finish. She was already astonished with the first gush. She couldn't believe the amount of white gooey cream in the specimen cup, and he was still freely dripping large globs into the cup. 

"Glad that I used the cup," Nikki said laughing. Ross was almost finished. His cock was no longer spurting, but he was panting, his body still tense over the exam table. She continued to softly rub him for several minutes, almost in a squeezing motion. She was trying to keep his blood flow continuing in the throbbing organ. Having blood in his cock was normal, but getting it to circulate quickly was her intent. 

"I'm going to love using my machine on him," Nikki said, grinning up at the doctor. 

"I told you that he was productive, and now you have seen just what he can do," the doctor said, her eyes on the cup of warm sperm

"I'm amazed. I'll make the arrangements, but I am 99% sure that I'll have him 'up and cumming' by tomorrow at noon. I'll have to get the clamshell made and modify a teat cup that will fit him," Nikki said, watching her cream covered fingers as they continued to massage the softening cock. "He's going to be a lot of fun," she said.

"I'm really anxious to see just what the milking machine can get out of him. He already produces huge amounts, but with the machine, it should be something unbelievable," the doctor said, reaching out and taking the warm cup of milky fluid. 

"Tomorrow, we'll continue this," Nikki said, her eyes focused on Ross balls. "I bet I can do wonders with these," she said, her hand cupping the huge ball sack. 

"Tomorrow," the doctor said and quickly left the room. Security was already on its way to take custody of Ross. It appeared to be another 'day off' for Ross.



The New Slave Ch. 31



Chapter 31, Nikki Preps the Male Slave

The next morning, Nikki arrived at the facility early. She was excited about the prospects of milking a male that had so much to offer, not to mention the fact that he was an entertainment slave. She'd never seen anything like these balls and was more than curious as to how much she could extract from him. Based on the gushing load that he had expelled the day before, she knew that she could take a huge amount out of him. She had called a metal fabrication facility the day before and told them what she needed. She could calculate the measurements of the new clamshell for Ross' balls, just based on what her hands had physically measured. Besides, there was plenty of room for his 'expansion' as long as the clamshell wasn't too tight on him. Extra space was ok, too tight was not ok. The silicone lining and the tiny air pockets would swell up to accommodate his larger organs. 

She was surprised when the metal fabrication called early in the morning and told her that the clamshell was ready. She arrived shortly after that to pick it up. She was surprised at the weight of it, heavier than the usual clamshells. But then again, Ross was larger than the usual males and the extra weight would pull on his balls. She smiled, thinking of what increasing his sack size would look like. He would be immense. 

The metal shop didn't ask any questions, they never did. They had no idea of what the young prim and proper looking lady wanted it for. They knew that she was in veterinary medicine, so assumed that it had something to do with animal husbandry. They had no idea that the animals were male slaves. She was excited when she saw it. It was very large, compared to what she had been using on the previous males. It was also very heavy, with the increased size. She knew from experience, that the weight would be a good thing.

Arriving back at the facility, she notified Dr Sherry that the clamshell was in and that she had already picked it up. She also told the doctor that she was ready for Ross, whenever security could bring him in. Dr Sherry just laughed as she hung up the phone. Nikki's aroused excitement was evident in her voice. The doctor arranged for Ross to be taken immediately to Nikki's training room by security.

Ross had been taken back to his room immediately after his first visit with Nikki. He was surprised as the day wore on and he was not taken out for any 'other' activities. He was actually left alone for a change. He enjoyed the remainder of the day, not to mention the sensations he was still feeling from her manual stimulation of his overly sensitized organs. He received a long, good night's sleep, and felt great. Based on what he had seen and heard the day before, he was somewhat excited about what she was about to do to him. He was also somewhat nervous about what she was about to do. He had never been milked, at least not mechanically. A machine was about to be hooked to his genitals, and then turned on, removing his entire load from him. It was very erotic, very sexual, and very mechanical. He wasn't sure if he was looking forward to it, or fearing it. 

Security arrived at his room just before noon. He had not seen Rachel in two days and wondered where she was. Normally, she was the one that handled his transfers and movements around the facility. But he had not seen her. Instead, two very young security officers arrived, just as Ross was getting out of the shower. It had been the first time that he actually got to clean himself up, without the help of a prep girl, or being restrained while someone else cleaned him. He was enjoying the ability to take a long hot shower. 

Ross was somewhat surprised. Both of the security officers didn't appear to be a day over 16 years old. He turned, seeing them as they entered the room. Both were dressed provocatively, something that most of the security personnel didn't do. At least most of the security personnel didn't dress as flagrant as these two. At first appearances, Ross thought that each of them had several buttons, 'too many' undone on their blouses. He was reminded of the very young women he had seen, working the red light district in his old police precinct, years ago. Ross knew that both of them had to be over 21 years old because the doctor didn't believe in 'early education' when it came to young women. 

The two security officers entered the locked room, seeing Ross for the first time. He had just stepped from the small bathroom and was still wet. Immediately, both of their eyes went to his sex. It wasn't uncommon for a woman to look at a nude male body, but they had not seen Ross before and were not use to the size that he was showing. He wasn't hard but his cock was thick and fat, his huge balls hanging down between his muscled thighs. They both stood there watching him, smiling. Immediately, his cock began to swell, thickening up and beginning to drop in length. That only made them smile more as their eyes remained on the growing organ. Even aroused, Ross was still somewhat embarrassed. He reached for a towel.

"Don't be so hasty," the one officer said to him as she stepped in close to him, picking up the towel. She was only about 2 feet or so, in front of him. Her gaze was directed to his swelling that was quickly getting bigger. She just smiled. 

"You must be Ross, the new slave. I've heard a lot about you," the other security officer said, her eyes still on his uncovered genitals. She wasn't smiling. Her eyes were open wide as she continued to take in the huge balls. 

Ross stepped into the small room where the bed and table were located. He reached over to pick up a clean loincloth. By this time, his arousal was obvious, but he was also embarrassed, his face turning red. The first security officer stepped in front of him, blocking his path. She was very attractive and her eyes were still looking down at him as his rapid swelling continued. 

"What's your hurry? Are you shy? I've heard that you've been spreading your juices around for everyone," the first one asked him, smiling. He reached for the loincloth. She quickly picked it up and tossed it over onto the small bed. She stood facing him, only inches from his face. Her hand reached out, a fingernail gently tracing a small circle on his cock. Immediately his cock head pushed out from the thick foreskin. He was almost fully erect. Her fingernail continued to tease the sensitive organ. The other officer stood smiling, watching as her partner brought his cock to fully hard. 

"I've been hearing gossip about this thing," she said as her fingers curled around the thick shaft. Her mouth dropped open as she looked down at her hand. Her fingers could not go all the way around his thickness. She squeezed it gently, feeling it pulse in her hand. 

"Rub him," the other officer said, almost in a whisper. She moved closer so that she could get a better look at what her partner was doing to him. Ross just stood there, his legs spread slightly. He was fully erect and getting wet very quickly. The first officer just stood there, her fingers wrapped around the meaty cock. Her thumb flicked up toward the cock head, feeling the growing amount of thick clear fluid at the tip. She began to massage it into the thick meaty crown. Ross spread his legs a little more, giving her full access to all of his sexual toys.

"Do you like what you see?" Ross asked her, his eyes looking directly into the young security officer's eyes. She glanced up, as if she were just hearing him for the first time. 

"Ummm, I like it a lot," the officer said dreamily, her eyes now back to watching her hand as she slowly began to rub him. 

"Do you know who else likes it?" Ross asked, a slight grin spreading across his face.

"Ummm, no, who?" the security officer said, again dreamily. It was obvious that she was distracted by any conversation. She was thoroughly engrossed in her hand, now beginning to briskly rub the meaty cock. The other officer had stepped up close, both of them standing close to watch him being jacked off. Ross figured that neither of them had ever seen a male close up, even a nude, erect male. Seeing an erection along with pre-cum was definitely a first for them. 

"Can't you guess who else likes playing with me?" Ross asked again, seeing that she was definitely distracted.

"No, who else?" she asked, not even looking up. She was now briskly rubbing the hard cock. 

"Rachel, your boss. You know, the one that hires and fires young security officers. Also the doctor, she likes playing with it too," Ross said, still grinning as he felt her hand immediately slip from him. "She also likes doing this," Ross added, for more measure. He almost laughed as both of the security officers took quick steps backwards, away from him. He was still hard, a large drop of pre-cum slowly making its way to the floor. Without his eyes ever leaving them, he reached down and began to quickly rub himself. He slowly thrust out his hips, making his cock appear longer and more swollen than it was. He looked huge as he continued to stroke it. They both just watched eyes wide open. 

"Would you like to see it pumping?" he asked, grinning at them. His pre-cum was thick enough that there were sloshy sounds coming from each stroke of the gooey cock. Both of the young girls' eyes were on his jerking hand. They both nodded their heads, almost in unison. Both were wide eyed, waiting to see something that they had only heard about. Suddenly Ross stopped. He was obviously close to cumming as his cock bobbed up and down, twitching. 

"Get out, I'll be ready in a minute," he commanded, picking up the loincloth from the bed. Both guards jumped, almost running over themselves as they moved toward the door. They both scrambled through the door and closed it. They couldn't hear Ross laughing in his room.

A few minutes later, Ross knocked at his own door. The two security personnel opened the door and quickly put the ankle and wrist restraints on him. Neither of them would look him in the eye. He smiled at them as they quickly restrained him and led him back to Nikki's training room. 

Arriving at Nikki's room, Ross was surprised to see Rachel there. He was happy to see her. She immediately smiled at him, a knowing smile. 

"I hear that you have been scaring my security personnel," she said laughing as she leaned in closer to him. 

"How old are those two? I don't think that I've ever seen anyone as fascinated by the male body, as those two. What are they? 15 or 16 years old?" 

"No. They're both brand new, in more ways than one. But they are both 21. You might say that they've had a sheltered life, in regards to a male, especially an endowed male. You should have been flattered," she said, laughing. "It does appear that you gave them a show," she said, pointing to the smears of pre-cum on his thighs. 

"I couldn't resist," he said, grinning back at her. 

"Ok, let's get started," Nikki said. She had been busy, preparing the room for her training session. Nikki wheeled the milking machine over near the two exam tables on a rolling cart. It was already plugged into a wall outlet, and ready to go. The rolling cart also had everything she needed for a 'proper' milking session. There were extra pairs of latex gloves, bottles of unknown medical solutions, lubricating jelly, several syringes of sterile water, and a few items that only Nikki knew about. 

"You won't be needing this. It'll only get in the way and get messy," Nikki said to Ross as she knelt down in front of him. Carefully, she undid the loincloth tie at his hip. Her eyes couldn't help but remain on the meaty thing hanging down only inches in front of her face. "Damn you are big," she said to no one in particular. She stood up and faced Ross directly, tossing the loincloth over to Rachel. 

"Well Ross, you look rested," she said, smiling, looking down at his semi hard cock. He was no longer hard, but he was very fat and thick, still elongated from the previous display to the two security officers. 

"I'm well, thank you," he responded, smiling at her. At this point, Ross didn't know if Nikki was a friend or an enemy. Since he had never been 'milked' by a machine, he didn't have any idea of what to expect. He had no reason to distrust her. And Rachel was there. She was a friend.

"Ok, Rachel, if you would go ahead and restrain him to the low table, on his knees," Nikki instructed Rachel. Rachel quickly moved to the low table where she had Ross kneel down. He had already done this the day before so he lowered his upper body over the table, getting comfortable. Immediately Rachel went to his upper body and pulled his arms out in front of him, securing the wrist restraints to eyebolts that were in the floor. At the same time, Nikki moved to his rear and gently pushed his knees farther and farther apart till his thighs were spread wide apart. She then secured his ankle restraints to eyebolts on the floor, which would keep his ankles trapped and spread wide. 

"Are you comfortable," Nikki asked, leaning down close to his face.

"Very! Your exam table is actually very comfortable," Ross said sincerely. The table was designed specifically for this procedure. It was heavily padded and totally supported the male's upper body. Restrained in this position, he was completely spread and vulnerable, but still comfortable. 

"Ok, Rachel, I'm set. You guys can leave now," Nikki said, stepping back away from Ross. Both of the new security officers showed obvious disappointment. Rachel immediately started for the door, her work done for the time being.

"We can't stay and watch?" the one security officer asked. The look on her face was pure disappointment. 

"No, you can't. These particular sessions are closed. They're private. Only the trainer is allowed in here," Rachel said, almost scolding her two young officers. Nikki smiled and winked at Rachel. Rachel held the door open and waited while the two security officers scurried toward the door. Rachel did notice that both of her young officers had buttoned up their blouses, exposing a lot less flesh than they had earlier with Ross. 

"Have fun you two," Rachel said as she closed the door.

"We'll see," Nikki responded. Ross wondered about that statement. Everything had seemed so sexually friendly, but Nikki's questioning reply left him wondering. 

Nikki locked the door from the inside and then moved back over to Ross. From under the low table, she produced a heavy leather strap, secured under the table, at about his chest level. She took another leather strap that was secured under the table, with this one being about his hip level. She pulled both straps over his prone body and locked them into position, one across his upper back and the other one across his lower back and hips. In essence, he was virtually locked into the prone position, with no ability to move. 

"Still comfy?" she asked pulling the heavy leather straps tight.

"Yes, very comfortable," he told her, resting down into the padded table. He was ready but didn't know what to expect.

"Ok, let's begin," she said as she moved around to in front of him. There was an overstuffed chair placed directly in front of him, facing him. She came around and stood in front of him, so that he could see her. She was dressed much like the day before, tight fitting blue jeans and a t-shirt, tucked into her waistband. She pulled the t-shirt out of her waistband and let it hang over her hips. She then kicked off her tennis shoes, before plopping down into the large chair. She curled up comfortably in the chair, pulling her feet up under her. 

"Have you ever been milked before?" she asked him seriously. 

"Yes, by hand, but never by a machine," he answered honestly. 

"Well, it is a machine, but I'm the one controlling you and the machine. Hopefully, you're in for a treat. It's not the normal method of sperm removal from a male. There are a lot of ways to extract a male's milk, and this one is pretty intense. Are you interested?" she asked, as if he was being given a choice.

"I'm always interested in new technology," he answered, a slight grin on his face. 

"Nothing new here, it's a regular milking machine, used on cows. The teat cups have been modified to fit comfortably onto your cock. Another teat cup has been greatly modified to fit and encompass your overly enlarged balls. Both of them are lined with a very arousing silicone sleeve, which has tiny air pockets that inflate and deflate in varying intensities. You'll quickly notice how life-like the silicone sleeve feels and your body will thoroughly enjoy the little air pockets. Both of the teat cups are then hooked up to vinyl tubing, using airflow to control the tiny air pockets or the suction. It just depends on what I'm doing to you. Another vinyl tube will be attached to the cock cup, which will carry your milk back to the catch cylinder. All of this is controlled by electricity and two simple controls. Intensity and suction," she said, almost as a rehearsed speech. 

"I'm fascinated. And you say that that it's not new technology. You've outdone yourself," he said jokingly. 

"It is more intense than anything you've ever felt before. You've never experienced an orgasm like you're going to feel. Your balls will be begging for relief before we're finished. It's actually a hard extraction, with a little bit of orgasm. It's intense and you'll enjoy it, but we'll have to wait and see just how much you like it," she said, a worried look on her face. 

"I'm ready if you are," he said, laughing.

"First I'm going to clean you, to remove any contaminants from your genitals. Then I'll attach the cock teat cup and get it properly fitted to you. Then I'll put the clamshell on you and get it situated where it can have the most effect on your balls. At that point we'll get the suction pressured up, drawing you into the teat cup and the clamshell. Finally, we'll begin the extraction of your milk," she said almost as a matter of fact.

"Sounds like a busy day for you," he answered dryly. 

"This will take awhile. It sounds fairly quick and easy, which the first orgasm will be. But then it gets harder and harder. It's a lot harder than you think to completely empty a male's sack. There's always a little bit left in there, sort of a human safety mechanism. It's to continue the procreation of the species," she said, almost as if she were addressing a college class in male anatomy.

She leaned forward, staring at him for a moment, a slight smile on her face. She had an odd look in her eyes. She then reached out and held his face with both hands and gently kissed him on the mouth, softly. She leaned back, looking into his face. Smiling, she moved forward and kissed him again, a little harder this time. Opening her mouth, she began to kiss him more passionately. 

"Ummm, that was nice," Ross said as she leaned back into the chair. She was smiling.

She sat in the chair for a moment staring at him. She then reached down and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. She was wearing a white cotton lacy bra. Without her eyes leaving his, she reached back and unhooked the hasp of the bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. Ross was pleasantly surprised. She had beautiful breasts, small and rounded, with very small and erect nipples. They were obviously showing her mood. Each one stood out rigid and hard. It was obvious that she was horny. This was not the same demeanor that she had been exhibiting the day before. 

"You have a great body, at least what I can see of it," Ross said to her sincerely. She only smiled as she stood up from the chair and reached down, unzipping her jeans. She wiggled them down over her shapely hips, pulling them down her legs. She stepped out of them and put them over the back of the chair. She was wearing a pair of white cotton string bikini panties. Ross was mesmerized. Her body was beautiful. She was darkly tanned with a muscled flat stomach and wide hips. Her legs were stunning, long and smooth, with a creamy complexion. She was gorgeous. Ross could feel himself getting hard.




The New Slave Ch. 31



"You like what you see?" she asked him, almost as if she were worried about her looks. 

"Yes, very very much. You are a beautiful young woman," he answered her truthfully. She leaned down and kissed him again, on the lips, a long lingering kiss. She stood up and walked over to a closet, pulling out a lab coat. She quickly placed it loosely over her nude form. 

"Sometimes, males tend to get a little messy. And sometimes, I get cold," she said with a slight laugh. He didn't mind, the coat was open and he could see almost all of her tan body.

"I found a long time ago, that the more aroused a male is, the more milk that I can get out of him. A male is easy to jack off, but to get the really thick juicy loads; a girl has to go a little farther. Do you like how far I've gone, so far?" she asked a big smile on her face. 

"How could I not like it? Have you ever looked into a mirror?" he asked her seriously. He didn't know why, but he was finding himself emotionally involved with a very young woman that was about to make his genitals, her science project. 

"I think that it's time to milk you," she said smiling at him. She moved around behind him, pulling up a rolling chair. She maneuvered in between his outstretched legs. She placed both of her hands on the insides of his thighs, letting him know that she was behind him. Glancing down, she could see that he was fully erect, his cock pointing downward. "Just relax, I have some prep work to do on you," she said softly.

She reached below the table and flipped a switch, causing a portion of the exam table to rise upward. Ross jerked, startled by the movement of the table. The portion of the table, directly under his hips and butt, rose up about 6 inches, propping his butt up higher than the rest of his body. In this position, his butt was raised, almost as if he were being prepared for an enema. Also in this position, his openly displayed genitals were more exposed and open to her attention. 

"It's pretty obvious that you actually did like what you were seeing," she said, reaching down and gently grasping his hard cock.

"I wasn't trying to make points. I was being honest. You do have that effect on me," he answered her. 

"Well, let's see just how much effect I have on you. And in this case, affect is measured in ounces," she said as she prepared her tools.

"Relax. This will feel a little bit cold on you," she said to him. She took several 4x4 gauze pads and soaked them into the cold antiseptic. She then grasped his cock and began to rub the cold solution into his skin. He winced slightly, feeling the cold fluid being rubbed on him. Even though she was applying a cold liquid wash to his cock and balls, he was immediately showing her his arousal. He was rock hard within seconds. She continued to gently rub the antiseptic into his cock and ball sack. 

"This ensures that no germs or bacteria contaminate your load," she said nonchalantly. She then took a large sterile towel and wrapped it around the aroused organs, holding it tightly to warm him up. The temperature in the room was already approaching 'hot' in order to keep the skin of his cock and balls soft and pliable. She wanted him to be warm. She was going to encase his entire ball sack inside of the clamshell. It would be easier if his sack were soft and pliable. His cock was a different story.

"A lot of what I'm going to do to you will become uncomfortable, sooner or later. I will make it pleasurable for as long as I can. It's not up to me, but actually, it's up to your body, your cock and balls. Every man is different, and today, we'll find out just how far yours are willing to go," she said as she continued holding the towel against the fresh and clean skin. She could feel his cock's hardness, even through the towel. His sack was immense and still very pliable. Ross just lay still, allowing her to work on him. 

"The more aroused you are, the more of a load you will produce. This machine is capable of taking more out of you than any of your past sexual experiences. To some degree, it is unstoppable. It's also been used on slaves, for punishment," she said softly.

"For punishment?" Ross asked, not sure if he had heard her correctly. 

"Yes, for punishment. Not long ago, Dr Sherry suspected that some slaves were holding back in their 'production' of milk. She found out that they were jacking off while in their quarters, just to avoid being milked. Some men don't like the machine. When she found out, she had security hook them to the machine and just turn it on," she said, abruptly ending the sentence.

"What do you mean, 'just turn it on?" he asked, a worried tone in his voice. 

"Just that. With the slave's cock and balls hooked into the machine, security would turn the machine on and just leave him there, being milked. They would come back sometime later and turn it off, and then empty the catch cylinder. There were some very surprising amounts collected. Usually, it only took one time for the slave to learn his lesson. I can't think of a single male that didn't' immediately stop his solo pleasures," Nikki said, non-chalantly.

"You're kidding? They just left the machine on, collecting his milk?" Ross asked, shocked.

"Sure, it worked great. Since no one was around to monitor the machine, they would turn it to a low setting and just leave it on. The slave's cock would slowly be sucked into the cock cup. Becoming erect in the suctioned cup, they would soon cum, the machine collecting their load. Since they couldn't go soft, the machine would just continue sucking. Eventually the slave would cum again, and again, and again. The machine collected a huge amount of sperm and the male slave learned not to resist the milking. It didn't hurt them as much as you'd think," she said.

"It actually hurt them?" he asked.

"I'm sure that there was some degree of pain involved. Some probably felt a lot of pain; others felt only a small amount. Either way, it was not comfortable. It wasn't so much about pain that I was worried about, but more about damage to their cock and balls. They weren't permanently damaged, but definitely some temporary damage to their bodies," she replied with no emotion. 

"Just tell me what you want, I'm more than willing to cooperate," he said, laughing. 

"Since it was usually an all night milking, they would leave them hooked up, till I got here, and then I would release them. It was unbelievably messy," she said laughing. "Most of them were swollen so much that I almost had to pry them out of the teat cup. They were huge. A constant suction will definitely cause some huge swelling, especially if it's done all night long. Like I said earlier, it's intense," she said, watching him for a reaction. There was none as he continued to lie still, allowing her to work on his genitals.

"Ok, we're ready. Are you?" she said dryly. 

"I'm ready," he replied softly. She reached down between his legs and began to apply lubrication to his already hard cock. She began to work the warmed jelly into him, massaging his cock deeply and firmly with her hands. He could only moan as she worked him. 

"I'm applying a lubricant which will help your cock to slide smoothly in the teat cup. You have a very thick and heavy foreskin, which means that I have to make sure and get your cock firmly seated into the teat cup. I don't want your foreskin bunched up or you'll be severely chaffed," she said to him, her hands still doing a deep massage to his throbbing cock.

"No, I don't want any mistakes or accidents either," he said laughing between gulps of air. He was almost in a pant, enjoying the deep massage being done between his legs.

"Ok, try and relax, this is going to feel a little odd," she said. "I'm going to situate your cock into the cup," she mumbled, her attention now focused on her equipment.

Nikki took the smooth metal teat cup and held the open end of it, up against his cock head. With her other hand, she grasped the base of his cock, squeezing it and holding it tightly. She then firmly pushed the teat cup upward, watching as it slowly engulfed his thick organ. His hips jerked upward as he felt the teat cup slowly slide up the length of his shaft. There was a slight 'plop' sound, as the head popped into the silicone-lined sleeve. She held the base tightly as she continued to slide the teat cup, up his shaft. Within a few moments, it was firmly seated against his pubic mound. 

"Oh shit, that feels so real," he moaned between gasps. "It feels like a real woman. Only that it feels better, and it's warm," he said, almost in a pant. 

"It's pre heated up to 98 degrees. It's supposed to simulate a real vagina, in all aspects. If you think that you've been 'clenched' before, you won't believe what this cup will do to you," she said, almost laughing. 

"Ummm," was the only sound coming from him now.

She let go of the teat cup, firmly attached to his fleshy organ. She tugged at it, moving it up and down his shaft several times, testing to see if there was any resistance from inside. Finding that it was a good fit, she turned her attention to the clamshell. She took it from the medical tray and began to coat the silicone lining with the same warmed lubricant.

"Ok, I need you to relax again. This is going to be a completely different sensation, probably enjoyable. But you will feel some pressure on your balls and a slight tugging sensation. Just relax, we'll be through with all of this pretty soon," she said, her focus now on the silicone lining of the clamshell. It was heavily lubricated with a thick jelly. She opened the clamshell wide and held it out, under his huge and dangling ball sack. Using one hand to steady the clamshell, she reached out with her other hand and placed his ball sack flat in the palm of her hand. She placed the clamshell directly under the soft and pliable sack and watched as his balls settled into the open metal device. Holding the clamshell steadily between his outstretched legs, she used her free hand to shake and move his sack around, forcing the two huge balls to settle down into the open clamshell. 

"There, how does that feel? Do your balls feel normal, no twists, no bulges pressed up against the lining?" she asked visually examining the filled clamshell. 

"I guess it's ok. I don't feel anything except that my balls are laying in a warm glove or something," he replied to her. 

"Great. Then it's a good fit. You're going to do great," she said. Using both hands, she slowly closed the clamshell, watching closely to see if any skin could be caught in the opening. Finding that he was firmly planted in the clamshell, she secured the opening and locked it shut. This way, there would be no way that it could open, till she ended the milking session. Gently, she lowered the clamshell till only his sack skin was holding it up from the ground. The weight of the clamshell was completely on his extended and trapped ball sack. 

"Wow, that pulls. That thing must be heavy, but it does feel good," he moaned to her. She could see that his sack was pulled down a lot further than it normally would be. The clamshell was a pretty heavy device, especially if the male had oversized balls. And this set was definitely oversized. 

"Ok, you did good," she said, standing up and patting him on the butt. His butt was still raised up from the table, looking quite obscene. His legs were spread wide, his butt was high up in the air, his upper body slanted downward, his arms stretched out in front of him, totally restrained, and large shiny metal things were encompassing his genitals. Nikki stepped back behind him, admiring her work. Slaves in this position, hooked up and ready on the machine, was what really got her arousal level perked. She just smiled and quietly slipped her white panties down her long legs. She was already sopping wet. Just getting slaves 'into position' was enough to have her clit swollen and throbbing. It was now time to do something about that little pesky problem. Using one finger, she reached down and gently rubbed the swollen and sensitive clit. Immediately, shivers went through her thighs and lower stomach. She kept her eyes open, looking at the shiny silver and brass mechanical things hanging in between the slave's legs. He was ready and she was ready also.

"Ok, I think you're about to experience something that is like nothing you've ever felt," she said, smiling. 

"I'm ready," he said to her, his voice almost shaky as he enjoyed the heavy sensations coming from between his legs. 

"Well, let's see just what you've got in those balls," she said, still standing and admiring her creation. She'd come to enjoy what she could do to a male, using the machine on them. She had never physically tried oral sex on a male, or even intercourse. In essence, she was a virgin. But she was an expert when it came to the male's orgasm while on her machine. 

"Let's begin," she said smiling.



The New Slave Ch. 32



Chapter 32, An Insatiable Machine

Nikki stood for several minutes, viewing all of the delectable flesh that lay in front of her. To her, it was like a buffet, just waiting to be devoured. Outside of her training room, she gave the appearance that she was a fun and exciting person, but not in a sexual way. Inside her training room, she had a ravenous sexual appetite. This was her buffet and she was starving. It was time for her dinner. Ross would feed both her and the machine. 

"Are you comfortable?" she softly asked him, coming around to his shoulders. She stood somewhat behind him, speaking softly. He was unaware that she was totally nude. If he had enjoyed the sight of her bare breasts, he would really enjoy how she looked right now.

"Ummm, very comfortable. What do I do now?" he asked. At this point, he was feeling nothing except the weight of the teat cup and the clamshell, pulling down on his genitals. There was nothing happening to him. He was waiting to feel something. He had been very aroused and rock hard, but now he was beginning to soften without her firm touch on him. 

"Ready to let me empty those huge melons of yours?" she asked him, still standing by his shoulders, somewhat behind him. 

"I'm ready, are you?" he asked, half kidding.

"I know I am, but are you?" she asked him seriously. At that point, she stepped around in front of him, letting him see that she had removed her panties. 

"Wow," was all he said as his head came up a little, trying to get a better look at her. She stood still in front of him, her weight balanced over her slightly spread legs. Her arousal was obvious, a slight smear of wetness across the tops of both thighs. He could instantly see the sheen of lubrication on her smoothly shaved pussy. She was very aroused. She just stood there smiling at him.

"Does this help you?" she asked demurely. She glanced down at her own body as if inspecting herself. Her hand moved softly to her pubic mound, resting there for a moment before one finger flicked downward, barely touching the top of her fleshy pussy lips. Almost instantly there was a slight unfurling as both lips swelled with anticipation. 

"How can I help you?" he asked softly but also seriously. His eyes were focused on where her finger was beginning to gently rub her now exposed clit. She was very wet. She stood and stared at what her finger was doing, for several moments. 

"You can help me," she breathed, her eyes coming back up to his, almost as if distracted from her digital stimulation. "I've heard that you were an entertainment slave. Is that true?" she asked him softly. 

"Yes, I was," he answered softly, his eyes still watching her finger. 

"Well, once an entertainment slave, always an entertainment slave," she said, a slight laugh in her voice. Her breathing was becoming deeper, her voice almost husky as her eyes went back to her finger's activity. It was obvious that she was exerting a little more pressure on her finger. Her thighs opened up slightly. 

"What would you like?" he asked seriously, his eyes now looking to her face for an answer. Nikki was gorgeous in both her face and her body. Ross was mesmerized, not just because his genitals were about to be used intensely, but also because he was enthralled in her looks. She was truly beautiful. He had been amazed on his first day at the facility, by how many beautiful women were there. He had continued to be amazed, day after day, at the seemingly endless parade of beautiful and sexy women. Now he was looking at one that was at the top of the list. 

"I want to milk you while you 'help' me," she said in almost a whisper. She was almost inaudible in the use of the words 'help me'. Her attention was completely focused between her legs. 

"I love to watch what I can do to a male. That arouses me so much that it doesn't take much more to make me cum. All you have to do is lie there and enjoy yourself and let me indulge myself a little," she said, almost whispering. Her finger was now covered in her own juices, moving slowly up and down her unfurled lips. It was obvious to Ross that her thigh muscles were beginning to shake. Her stomach was taut, her attention still focused on her own finger. Knowing women, Ross estimated that she was only seconds away from an orgasm. He continued to watch her eyes, which had now fluttered shut. She was very close. 

"I'm here for whatever you desire," he said sincerely but softly. He was enjoying the show that she was providing for him, knowing that she was about to cum. He enjoyed watching a woman cumming. She had now opened her legs a little bit more, her finger moving quicker as her body began to shake. Her head rolled back as her breathing went into a pant. She was there ….

"Ummm, No, not yet," she moaned out loud. It was not something that she wanted to say out loud, just something that happened to escape her. She suddenly jerked her hand away from her pussy, obviously on the verge of a very explosive orgasm. She gasped, taking in a quick deep breath. Her shoulders slumped a little as her head came back up. Her eyes were open wide as if she were trying to bring herself to her senses. Within seconds, she was back to her excited, exuberant self, smiling and bubbly. She glanced back down at Ross, as if she suddenly realized that he was there.

"Damn. That was close. Baby, we're going to have so much fun," she said excitedly, a big smile on her face. She suddenly reached down, both hands grasping Ross by the sides of his head. She leaned down and kissed him, long and deeply. After several seconds of kissing, she pulled back, smiling at him. 

"I could have helped you just then," he said, almost disappointed. He was amazed that she would bring herself so close to orgasm, and then stop it. She was definitely different than what he was use to. 

"I know you could baby, and you will be helping me, very soon. I need to get you going and then we both can enjoy ourselves," she said, letting go of his head. She stepped back looking into his eyes. She then smiled and rushed around him, back toward his legs. She sat back down on the rolling chair and pulled the medical tray closer to her.

"Ok, I have a few quick things to do and we'll really get started," she said excitedly. She picked up a long piece of vinyl tubing. 

"I'm hooking up the tube that will control the air flow to your balls. The air flow will control the tiny air bags inside the clamshell," she said, explaining to him. She put one end of the tubing on a small air valve located on the bottom of the clamshell, toward the bottom of his balls. She then connected the other end of the tubing to the milking machine's air pump.

"The other line will be for your cock cup. It also controls the airflow to the cup that surrounds your cock. When it's pressured up, the airflow will control the tiny air bags in the teat cup and the clamshell, massaging your cock and balls. It'll feel like hundreds of fingers exerting pressure on your cock and balls. I can control the intensity and amount of pressure on your organs. There's a multitude of air pockets in the silicone lining," she said excitedly. She put the end of the air tube on a small valve located on the underside of the teat cup, just under where his cock head would be. 

"This last line is the tubing that goes to the catch cylinder. With suction, it carries all of your sperm and fluids back to the catch cylinder, allowing me to see how much you've pumped out," she said, hooking up the tube. She attached the end of the clear tubing to a tiny opening at the very tip of the teat cup. The other end of the tubing was placed on a connection at the clear catch cylinder. 

"Once everything is pressured up, the teat cup and the clamshell will literally be sucking at your cock and balls. The tiny air bags will be inflating and deflating in quick succession, also in varying patterns, like hundreds of massaging pressure points. It'll send your balls into spasms, making them quiver uncontrollably. Your cock will not be able to stand the massaging or the pressure and you'll quickly erupt into an explosive orgasm. The continuous suction on the tip of the teat cup will immediately pull your sperm and fluids out of you and carry it to the catch cylinder. It's all very simple," she said, her excitement obvious. She was thrilled with her creation, and more thrilled with what she could do to the male body, with it. 

"Sounds like fun to me," Ross said, actually feeling his arousal level go up with her description of what she was about to do. He was very aroused already, just feeling the teat cup hanging on his cock. It was all very sensual. 

"I hope you think so. I warned you that it was intense. It's very intense," she said, heavily emphasizing the word 'very'. Your body has never responded like it's going to respond now," she said, a worried tone in her voice. 

"You almost make it sound dangerous," he said, somewhat worried about what she was saying.

"It's not dangerous, but it's intense. By that, I mean that it can become painful. It's an orgasm like you've never felt. I've been told that it's great, an unbelievably exhilarating orgasm, but it's sometimes uncomfortable, and can be painful," she said cautiously. She didn't want to scare him. She could see that his balls were huge, which suggested that they were overly full, more than the average balls held. She continued to hook up the vinyl tubing.

"It sounds risky," Ross said with a questioning tone. 

"There's so much pressure and intense massaging action done to the balls, that they literally explode their contents. You don't just cum, you literally blow out. Both balls will spasm and quiver till they can't control the quivering and they'll both blow open at the same time, forcing a huge gush of your milk, out of your cock. Unfortunately, the amount can be so large that your cock cannot handle it. It tends to stretch the urethra. It can damage the inner lining," she said quietly. She had stopped what she was doing, and was now watching his body language for any hint of resistance. 

"Are you saying that it's going to hurt?" he asked in concern. 

"I can't answer that till I see how you do. I know that sounds like a joke, but I honestly won't know till you, well, do your thing," she answered, as honestly as possible. She went back to finishing up the tubing hook ups. She was now ready to begin. 

"It's all very stimulating, but what do you honestly think is going to happen?" he asked softly. It was obvious that he was worried. 

"I can't say. I know you'll enjoy it, at least the beginning of your orgasm. Like I said, I'll know for sure, after it's over. Believe me, I know that it will be more enjoyable than anything you've ever experienced. But there are a few risks. We'll just have to see," she said, almost as an apology.

"Ok, I understand what you're saying. I guess that I don't have much choice," he said, a slight laugh in his voice. 

"Babe, it's going to be good for you. Believe me, I don't want to hurt you. I'll be as careful as I can. To give you a short course in your own anatomy, let me explain it this way. The average male's cock will begin contractions at the onset of orgasm. The heavy contractions will cause him to spurt 4 to 7 times, in rhythmic succession, pumping out his milk. With a male hooked up to the machine, he'll still spurt the average 4 to 7 times, but the entire amount of the orgasm, will be forced out of him in the first spurt. You'll still feel the other spurts, but nothing will be coming out. You'll have 'blown your wad' in the first gush, so to speak. That's a potent cum blast," she said, standing and watching him. 

"Well, I'm still hot and wanting to do this, so let's see what happens," he said softly.

"You're going to enjoy it, I'm sure of it," she said, hopefully.

Nikki sat back and got comfortable in the chair. She reached over and pulled the medical tray closer to her. She quickly put on a pair of latex gloves and then checked the teat cup to see that it was securely on his cock. She then checked the clamshell, finding that it was still firmly in place, holding his captured balls inside. Ready to proceed, she took some lubricating jelly from the tray and squirted out a glob onto her fingertips. Moving up closer to Ross, she smeared the jelly around her fingertips and then reached up to his butt, spreading his butt cheeks open.

"What's that for?" Ross quickly asked. 

"There are a multitude of things that will help enhance your arousal. I'll be discovering more of those enhancements as we proceed," she said as she smeared the clear jelly around his butt hole. He tensed slightly as she pushed a jelly covered tip of one finger into him. "I'll use any method that helps bring out a more productive load," she said excitedly. This was the part of milking that she enjoyed the most, the ability to find out what made a male cum harder. 

"Ok, we're ready," she said, moving the milking machine closer to her. She reached up and turned the electricity to the machine to the ON position. Ross actually heard the click of the machine being switched on. He immediately jumped slightly, anticipating what might happen. He didn't feel anything. 
 "Hold on babe, I'm just switching it on. You'll start to feel a gradual pressure and some very pleasurable sensations, in a moment," she said laughing. The first time a male was 'hooked up' as they had come to call it, the male was always nervous. Ross was no exception. 

Watching the controls carefully, Nikki turned the vacuum control to on. The vacuum control was used to pressure up the teat cup and the clamshell, causing them to create a vacuum around the fleshy organs. As the vacuum increased, the pressure on his cock and balls would increase. The intensity level was controlled by a switch which would cause the tiny air pockets to inflate and deflate, creating the massage affect on his organs. Both of the controls were simple, going from a rate of 1 through 10, with one being a step above OFF, and 10 being the highest rate of stimulation or suction. She then flipped on the last switch, starting the suction in the tube that would carry his sperm and fluids from his cock, back to the catch cylinder. She immediately set it to a rate of 4. At 4, he barely could feel any sensation in the suction on the tip of the teat cup.

"How do you feel?" she asked him, knowing that he probably didn't feel anything yet. 

"Very excited, if not a little bit scared," he answered with a slight laugh. He was being truthful. The aspect of a gorgeous woman, using a mechanical means to empty his balls was very arousing. But since he'd never had this done to him, he was somewhat nervous about the procedure. 

"Ok, just relax and enjoy yourself. This might not take very long, since it normally doesn't with most males," she said quietly. She immediately turned up the vacuum control to a rate of 3. He immediately felt his cock being drawn deeper into the teat cup, a strong vacuum, hungrily sucking at his cock. The clamshell immediately pressured up, creating tightness all around his balls. Both his cock and balls had been lubricated, so he found them sliding around inside the silicone chambers. It was very erotic and it felt very good. 

"Nice, huh? Very different, isn't it?" she asked softly. She could see immediately that his body was responding to the stimulations. His hips had begun to push outward and there was a slight thrust as the pressure built up around his cock. Being lubricated as he was, his cock was being hungrily sucked and sliding against the slick silicone. The soft moan coming from him also told her that he was enjoying the machine. 

Nikki, like most of the women at the facility, enjoyed the aspect of control over a male, especially sexual control. Her arousal level went sky-high as she watched the control she exerted over a male slave. This slave was responding quickly and was showing all of the male symptoms of arousal. She loved what she was witnessing. She couldn't help it as her hand snaked down between her outstretched legs and gently tugged at her overly sensitive lips. She was still wet and beginning to get wetter. Her finger wagged softly at the quickly hardening bud at the top of her pussy. It wouldn't take long to empty Ross' cum bags, and it definitely wouldn't' take her long either. 

"You're getting closer baby, you're doing good. Just relax and let the machine work you," she said, her eyes focused on his cock and balls that were now wagging gently between his legs. His body was moving enough that he was creating a swinging motion in his cock and balls. She eagerly watched his body motions, having done this so many hundreds of times that she knew he was quickly approaching a powerful orgasm. 

"Now for a little more pleasure," she said excitedly as she turned up the pressure control to 5. His hips immediately jerked as he felt his cock sucked deeper into the teat cup. The pressure on his balls created by the vacuum, forced the two already huge balls to begin to swell. The swelling was caused by the increased blood flow into the two fleshy orbs. They were already huge, and by the time she was finished with Ross' session, his cock and his balls would be obviously even bigger. It would be temporary, but he would be massive for a day or more. The increased size in both his cock and his balls would also force them to become overly sensitive. Nikki had learned a long time ago, that sensitive balls yielded a larger load. The more sensitive the balls, the more load they produced. 

"Get ready baby, this is going to be good," she said, almost breathlessly. Her finger was still gently rubbing her clit, she was already sopping wet. She reached over with her other hand and turned the intensity up to a level of 5. The response was immediate as Ross gasped loudly and then began to pant hard. His hips began to jerk, sort of a popping sensation as his body involuntarily tried to force itself to cum. His balls were already churning inside of the pressured clamshell, but the tiny air pockets were inflating and deflating at a fast rate, forcing his balls to quiver and spasm. His cock was going into spasms also, the head already flared wide, as if it were already cumming. 

"Unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh," were the only sounds coming from him. He was beginning to thrust hard and fast, his balls going into a fast quiver. Nikki knew that it was the right time. She quickly got up from the chair and padded barefooted around the table. She came up in front of Ross and stood there, enjoying the look on his face. He looked as though he was already cumming, even though his balls had not yet yielded their contents. They would, very soon. She was experienced at this, and knew that she could hold him in this state of suspended cumming, for quite awhile. At least long enough for her to enjoy herself, before finishing him. The machine was rapidly massaging his overly swollen organs. 

"Were you a good entertainment slave," she moaned to him, holding his chin in her hand. He was looking up at her, wide eyed, his body in shock over what was being done to it. It was immensely pleasurable, but he was hung, on the brink of cumming. He felt as if his orgasm had started, his body shaking, his cock pulsing, his balls churning and convulsing inside a very tightly encased clamshell. 

"Yes, very good," he gasped. She held onto his chin, holding his face up so that he could look at her face. He was shaking, beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead.

"Ummm, good. Show me some of your techniques," she said as she pressed her pubic mound up against his face. She was already close to orgasm, from her finger stimulations. It wouldn't take much. She pressed gently into his face, holding his chin to keep his head still. He was already panting, trying to catch his breath as the machine worked his swollen and convulsing cock and balls. He already felt as if his balls were about to explode. He did what was natural. He opened his mouth and gently sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. 




The New Slave Ch. 32



"Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit," she moaned as she pressed tighter against his mouth. He sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, gently sucking on them, and then pushing deeper into her, his tongue poised at her wet entrance. Even pressed against his face, he could feel her body shaking. He quickly began to move his tongue in and out of her, gently, then speeding up, forcing her body to react. She held his head tightly, her body pressed up against him. After several moments of his tongue against her opening, he quickly moved his face upward, his tongue brushing against the hard sensitive nub. Touching it with his tongue, she flinched, her body beginning to shake violently. Her head thrust back, her eyes closed, she could feel her own orgasm begin to wash over her. She held onto his head tightly, keeping his mouth pressed against her. Sensing that she was beginning to cum, he sucked her clit into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue and lips. She was cumming hard, her legs shaking, her body jerking as the intensity rammed into her mid section. She held on tightly, moaning softly as her orgasm continued. He continued working his tongue on her till he felt her slump back from him. At that point he lessened his intensity on her, growing gentler with each lick and suck. 

"Baby, baby, damn you are good," she moaned, breathlessly. She fell back away from him, slumping into the oversized chair in front of him. She had a slight sheen of sweat across the tops of her breast. She was still breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. Her pussy was still going through lessened spasms, contracting hard, and still very enjoyable. She slumped in the chair and watched him, her excitement still evident in her own body. She could see that he was in that state where he was almost cumming, but not fully there. He had been in this state for over 5 minutes, an intensity that he had never experienced. 

"Ummm, baby, you need me to help you, don't you?" she asked softly. "I know where you're at. You're right on the edge. Let me send you over that edge," she said softly as she got up. She staggered around him, her own wetness running down her inner thigh. 

"You've never felt an orgasm like you're getting ready to feel," she said, patting his inner thigh. She glanced at the controls and immediately raised the vacuum level up one rate. His hips thrust hard as he felt the slight increase in suction on his cock and balls. His balls were already swollen huge from the increased blood flow. They were overly sensitive and rapidly being pummeled into an orgasm. The increased suction on his cock did little but to cause it to swell inside the teat cup. He was already huge and was now even bigger. He was too big to go deeper into the teat cup. 

"Try to relax, this is going to be even more intense. I think that it's time to pop those nuts wide open. Can you take it?" she asked as she watched the controls. There was no need for any more suction; it would probably become too painful on his hugely engorged balls. She reached to the intensity control and held it for a moment, watching his body as he twisted and thrust, trying to force out what was about to be sucked out of him. She turned the intensity up two numbers. The tiny air bags went into overdrive on his quivering balls.

"Annnggghhh, Annnggghhh, Annnggghhh," he gasped loudly, his hips jerked hard, pushing against the table. His back tried to arch upward but couldn't under the heavy leather straps. His cock was pulsing hard and fast, trying to push the gooey thick cream out of his balls. Normally, cumming was something that your body just did, but hooked up to this machine, he was trying to force it out. She could see that he was beginning to cum. 

"Unngghh, unngghh, unngghh, unngghh," he gasped loud and fast, panting, thrusting, and pushing his cock hard against the unrelenting suction on his cock and balls. Nikki quickly moved in between his legs and used both hands, grasping the clamshell. She knew that when a male cums, his balls draw up tightly toward his body, making the distance shorter that the sperm travels. She grabbed the clamshell with both hands and pulled it away from his body, causing him to jerk hard from the sensations. She pulled back on it, forcing his balls to pull back away from his body, lengthening the distance that the sperm had to travel. By doing this, she was prolonging his orgasm, making it harder for the sperm to get out of him. 

The first release of his balls was a huge gush of cum, blasting from deep inside of him trying to make its way to his cock. He could feel the huge gush well up inside, almost as if trapped inside of him, too large an amount to make it through his cock. Nikki jerked hard on the clamshell, pulling his balls back from his body. The huge globs of sperm shot outward, sucked through his cock's urethra, boiling out of him in one huge blast. He jerked hard, feeling as if his cock was being torn inside out. The pleasure was too intense, almost painful. He felt the huge globs of sperm quickly move into his urethra, then through his shaft and to the head. To him, it felt as if his cock head was about to explode, and then… relief. The first gush shot out of his cock head and into the suction tube. He only felt that one huge gush, but continued to feel the super intense pleasure of his cock and balls' rhythmic contractions, trying to push out the contents that had already shot out of him. The contractions continued for almost a minute, even though his balls had already given up their contents. 

Nikki saw everything that Ross was experiencing. She had seen it before. She thrived on the male's body reactions. It greatly aroused her, seeing just how much a male could go through, just to cum for her. Ross was still jerking, feeling the orgasm that had already left him. She saw his tightened legs, his shaking, his panting, and his attempts to thrust his cock outward. She knew what his body was doing, just for her. She was thrilled. She watched the suction tube closely, waiting to see the amount being carried to the catch cylinder. She also had to watch closely, making sure that there was no blood in the sperm. Blood would be an immediate contaminant, rendering her collection a waste. She watched closely. 

After several moments, Ross was still convulsing, his body still shaking. His orgasm was winding down. She finally saw what she had been waiting for. Suddenly, a steady stream of thick white goo could be seen steadily moving through the clear vinyl tubing. There was a huge amount of his cum, thick and creamy. It continued flowing for a long time, being sucked toward the catch cylinder. As the first drops reached the catch cylinder, there was still sperm in the beginning of the tubing, flowing from the tip of the teat cup. Nikki was shocked. She had never seen that much sperm, even in an entire session with a male. The stuff just kept making its way to the catch cylinder, landing in loud splats as it dropped into the bottom of the clear container. Glob after glob of the rich goo poured into the cylinder pooling up in thick clumps. 

"You're something else Ross. I've never seen that much sperm come out of one male. I could use you to demonstrate my milking machine at fertility clinics. You'd be a big hit," she said laughing, her eyes still glued to the gooey mess in the bottom of the clear cylinder. The stuff just kept pouring into the cylinder. Glancing back at the tubing, she could see the last of it; slowly making it's way toward the catch cylinder, under the continuous suction of the machine. Ross was now resting, almost as if he were unconscious. She slapped his inner thigh, checking him. He moaned slightly.

"Still with me baby?" she asked, still watching the thick goo traveling through the tubing. 

"Ummm," he moaned, barely moving.

When the last of the sperm was sucked through the tube and fell into the catch cylinder, Nikki turned off the suction, but left the intensity turned on. With his organs swollen up from the abusive suction, he would remain nestled in the teat cup and the clamshell. The intensity was turned down lower, but remained on, just to keep a good blood flow to his overly sensitive organs. It also served to keep him slightly aroused, instead of letting his cock and balls go completely numb. With the suction turned off, Nikki disconnected the suction tube from the tip of the teat cup. She then turned the suction back on and turned it up to 10. She took a syringe containing 25cc of sterile water and injected it into the clear tubing. The sterile water would not contaminate the clean sperm that had just been harvested, and would also serve to clean and clear out the gummed up tubing. She watched as the sterile water quickly made its way to the catch cylinder, catching globs of the thick goo as it traveled through the tubing. Within a few seconds, the tubing was clear again, waiting for it's next supply of male milk. 

She glanced over at Ross. He appeared to be asleep, no movement coming from him. She walked around to his front, where she could see his face. She leaned down, kissed him softly on the mouth. 

"Are you ok baby?" she asked sincerely. She was looking into his closed eyes. They fluttered open, a slight smile coming across his lips. 

"You said intense, you didn't say anything about devastating," he said with a slight laugh. He just moaned. "I can't feel my cock at all and my balls are quivering like crazy. I feel like I need to cum again, like my balls are ready to blow open," he mumbled. His eyes were only about half open.

"Baby, you got that right. You are going to cum again, here very shortly. And don't worry about the numbness; it's just the pressure on your cock. You're a little swollen but both of the chambers are designed to take your enlargement. Don't worry; I'll get it out. A little massage and some heat will have you all perked up," she said, smiling at him. 

"I've never cum like that. I thought I was going to blow open. For a minute I thought that something had gone wrong with the machine, that it was going to drain me," he said, a dreamy look on his face.

"It is going to drain you. We're just getting started. We'll do this over and over till there is nothing coming out of you. Think you're up to that?" she said, watching his face closely. 

"Dr Sherry said that if I cooperated, I could make an appointment with whomever I chose," he said quietly. "You will tell her that I cooperated, won't you?" he asked her sincerely. 

"An appointment? I've never heard of a male getting to make an appointment," she said, a shocked look on her face.

"She said that I could, if I cooperated with you. I've cooperated, haven't I?" he asked innocently.

"Babe, you cooperated very well. I'll be sure and tell the doctor. I'm curious. Who did you want to make an appointment with? Anyone that I know," she said laughing. From what Nikki had heard around the facility, she figured that it would probably be Rachel or Lorin. She had also heard that the session between Ross and Jennifer had been very hot, according to Lorin. It was rare to hear that a trainer actually fucked a slave, especially just to get a load out of him, and in a rubber. 

"There's someone that I would love to spend a night with," Ross said dreamily. He looked as if he were about to fall asleep. His orgasm had been very intense. 

"Come on, tell me. Who do you want to be with? I've got to know this one. I bet that I already know," Nikki said, sure of what she already suspected.

"Allison," was all that Ross said, a smile across his lips. 

"Allison? Are you talking about the new security officer? You've got to be kidding. She's just a young girl, barely a woman. I also heard that she's a true virgin. You're joking, aren't you?" Nikki said, sitting back and staring at him. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"No, I'm not kidding. She's the one that I want to spend time with," Ross said firmly.

"I don't think you could even get that cock inside of her," Nikki mumbled, staring blankly at him. She was shocked. This was a surprise to her. She thought about it for a while and finally came to the conclusion that Ross was kidding with her. There was no other explanation. It had to be a joke.

"Well, you rest for a minute and think about Allison. We're going to get you started again in a few minutes. Think your balls are ready for round 2?" she asked laughing. She really liked Ross, and especially his body, but she was still trying to figure out the joke having to do with Allison. For now, she had a lot more sperm to collect from him. 



The New Slave Ch. 33



Chapter 33, Nikki Enjoys the Slave

Nikki stood for several minutes, watching the flow of clean, uncontaminated sperm as it globbed into the bottom of the catch cylinder. To her, this was the culmination of her work, and her enjoyment. Seeing the huge amount that she had collected from Ross, she knew that she could get more from him while she enjoyed herself for the rest of the session. It would be work to get more out of him, but there was still plenty of the thick milk in his balls. But it was also time for her to begin enjoying herself. With this slave, that would not be a problem. Just watching his body respond to her machine had her arousal level peaked.

"Still with me?" she asked him as she watched him lying still and breathing deeply. It was obvious that he was very relaxed. 

"Ummm, barely. That was more than intense," he said as his body slowly recovered. He was still feeling the silicone sheath massaging the sensitive organs. 

"A little massage and a little heat and you'll be ready again," she told him. She reached over and switched off the intensity control, bringing it down slowly. She watched as his legs continued to shake, the intensity of the orgasm still evident in him. She knew that if she could hold his balls in her hands, she would actually feel the spasm in them. She continued to watch his body language as she took all of the controls down to off. Now, the only thing that held the cups attached to his body parts was a small amount of suction. 

"Just relax and enjoy the sensations," she said, walking back around in front of him. She pulled up the chair in front of him, sitting back and relaxing. She was totally nude and showed no sign being self conscious as she sat, spread legged in the large chair. The wetness was obvious on her fleshy pussy lips. She was aroused and she wanted him to see it. The sensitivity in her pussy was sending very pleasurable sensations through her lower belly and thighs. Besides, it had been awhile since one of her male slaves had given her this level of arousal. It was past time to have some of her own personal fun.

"Would you like for me to help you?" he asked her sincerely, barely opening his eyes. His body was almost to normal, his breathing returning to normal. He could see that her arousal was high and that she was more than ready to enjoy herself. 

"Oh, you're going to help me, but not yet. Here shortly we'll begin again and then you can do a lot to help me. But for now, just relax. That first batch of milk was easy, now it'll get a little harder. I'm going to do different things, depending on how your body responds, that will 'help' you in our little session," she said, emphasizing the word help. Her eyes were on him, watching him for any reaction. There was none. He was relaxed, resting and enjoying the aftermath of a very powerful orgasm. 

"Tell me what you'd like," Ross said to her sincerely. He'd never felt anything as intense as having his balls emptied by a machine. It had been unbelievable. With such a unique method of orgasm, he was now in a mood to repay her favors. 

"Ummm, good boy," she moaned as she got up from the chair. She bent down and lightly kissed him on the cheek. 

"I don't want to keep the suction on your organs for long periods, it causes the veins and blood vessels to swell and engorge themselves with blood. In short time, it will leave you very desensitized. I think that you'll enjoy the break, though," she said, moving back behind him, between his legs. She pulled up the chair and the medical tray. With the suction turned off, she reached down to the cock cup and began to gently pry at it with her fingers. Being slightly swollen, his cock was hung up in the teat cup. She broke the suction on the upper seal by pushing a fingertip into the area between his skin and the cup. There was a slight hiss as the air released, freeing his organ. She pulled downward with a slow deliberate pull, a squishy sound coming from the cup as it slid off of the thick cock. She then used the same method to loosen the clamshell that held his captured balls. Again there was that same squishy sound as the clamshell broke free of the bloated ball sack. 

"You don't look too bad," she said as she sat back and looked over the still lubricated sex organs. His cock was still elongated, thick but now soft after the powerful orgasm. His balls were loose, hanging down softly but obviously enlarged and swollen. She put the cock teat cup and the clamshell on the medical cart and then put on a pair of latex gloves. She took a large dab of lubricating jelly and rubbed it into both of her gloved hands. Getting them slick and oily, she reached up and began to massage the fat cock, making an exaggerated pulling motion as she stretched his cock downward. She was now milking him by hand, but her intent was not to unload him. She was coaxing the blood flow back into the overworked organ. 

"Now that's what I like to see," she said with a slight laugh. She had milked his organ back into a hard and thick cock, ready to go again. The pre-cum was flowing from the tip of the bloated cock head. She used the pre-cum to continue lubricating him. 

"You may be a little tender down here, so just relax. This will make you feel a lot better," she said, her hands now traveling down to the huge ball sack. Cupping one hand under each ball, she gently closed her fingers upward, curling them up around each ball. She squeezed gently and then began to softly massage the fleshy orbs. His hips jerked slightly as he felt her manipulate his organs. As sensitive and tender as he was, it was beginning to feel very good. His cock was even beginning to twitch, which she noticed also. 

"I know this doesn't feel very good, but it's good for you," she said, watching as her hands felt all of the parts inside his sack. Most women didn't even know what was inside the fleshy sack, but Nikki was more than familiar with each and ever part. Her fingers were feeling deep inside of him, gently massaging and reviving each ball, the tubes, the cords, all the parts that made for copious orgasms. From experience with all of the males before, she was more than aware that Ross still had plenty of milk inside of him. She would take all of it before they were through. 

"Ummm, your hands are so good," Ross moaned sleepily. He was totally relaxed, enjoying the genital massage. His sack hung down heavily, his cock now rock hard. The huge amount of pre-cum let her know that he still had plenty of the rich male cream in him. 

"Are you ready to go again?" she asked him, her fingers still moving inside of his sack.

"If you just keep up what you're doing, you'll get another load," he moaned. She was now using one hand, her fingers pressed into his sack. Her other hand was gently but firmly milking his cock, tugging downward in tight slow pulls. 

"Now we add a little bit of heat and you'll be ready to go," she said with a grin. She'd seen this before and knew that he could easily be milked again. She just had one more thing to do before letting the machine have at him again. That was when she would continue with her entertainment. She quickly went to a sink and wet a washcloth with hot water. Keeping the washcloth warm in her hands, she went back and sat down between Ross' outstretched legs. 

"This will be a little warm," she said to him. She quickly wrapped his cock and balls in the warm washcloth. He jerked as he felt the hot cloth touch his sensitive cock and balls. Within a few seconds, the warmth began to feel very good. New life surged into the overworked organs. The warm cloth also served to clean off the heavily lubed fleshy toys. Within a few moments, his cock was clean fresh skin again.

"I think you're ready," she said with a laugh. Standing up, she tossed the washcloth onto the medical tray. "You're going to be a little sensitive, but just relax and it'll soon start to feel very good," she told him as she busied herself with the milking machine. Rolling it closer to him, she got the equipment ready. He was still hard, hanging down heavily as if waiting to be milked. She took the lubricating jelly and squeezed out a large glob into her gloved hands. Smearing it around she coated her hands heavily, and then took his cock into her right hand. She squeezed gently, coaxing the heavy lubrication into the tight stretched skin. She smeared it into the smooth skinned crown, and then began massaging it into his foreskin and shaft. Within seconds, he was well lubed and throbbing. She then did the same thing to the heavy ball sack, smearing the thick jelly into his pliable skin.

"I'm going to put the clamshell back on, so just relax. It might feel a little tight, since you're swollen" she said, placing the open clamshell under his huge sack. She positioned the two meaty orbs snuggly inside the clamshell and closed it, making sure that his skin was well out of the way of the metal edges. 

"Is that comfortable? Is it hurting you?" she asked sincerely.

"No, it feels good," he said softly. He could feel the slight tugging of the clamshell's weight, pulling his sack down. 

She then took the long metal teat cup and positioned it directly under his hanging cock. She placed the open end of the cup against the meaty head and pressed it into him. With her free hand, she reached over and turned the suction to ON. As she began to turn the suction up, the teat cup began to hungrily climb up his fleshy cock, sucking it in, inch by inch. There was a wet squishy sound coming from between his legs as it sucked more and more of his cock into the silicone lined chamber. Within a few seconds, his cock was completely nestled into the teat cup. Feeling that it was securely on him, she let go and checked to see that it was properly placed. 

"Still doing ok?" she asked him. She was concerned that his swelling flesh might get into the way of the cup, or the clamshell, getting caught in the pressure. 

"It feels great. I love it so far. You can turn it up, I'm ready," he said, a slight quiver in his voice. It was obvious that he was already feeling the slick silicone sleeves moving against his sensitive sex organs. She immediately turned the suction up, making sure that the cup and the clamshell would hold onto him. With the metal toys firmly attached to him and beginning to gently suck on him, she turned the suction up a little more and then turned her attention to the frequency and intensity. She skipped the preliminary slow rise of pressure, instead skipping to a level of 5. His hips immediately jerked as he felt the tiny air pockets go to work, inflating and deflating, beginning to milk his cock and balls. 

"Unnnggghhh," he moaned as the machine began to milk him. He was already at the level that forced his last orgasm. It was as if the machine was actually squeezing cum out of him. He moaned several times, his hips beginning to gently thrust in rhythm with the air pockets. His back was already beginning to arch upwards, his cock pushed forward as if seeking more depth in the teat cup. It didn't matter; it would continue to suck him till it was turned off. 

"Ohhhhhh, I don't know how long I can last. It's more intense this time," he moaned.

"That's ok baby, just relax and enjoy the ride. You're already up to the same level that you were at when you came, the last time. She didn't tell him that she was not ready for him to cum. She wanted his arousal level to go up, in order to get a large amount out of him. She walked around to his face where she could watch him.

"Still feeling ok? Still enjoying yourself," she said with a big grin. She was bent over, her breasts hanging down, just inches from his face. She couldn't help but notice that his eyes were on her breasts. His breathing was already hard and raspy and his attention was focused on her breasts. 

"Yes, I'm ready, go ahead and turn it up," he said, almost pleadingly. He was wanting to cum again. The last one had been intense. This orgasm was guaranteed to be even stronger. 

"Ok. I will, in just a moment. But first, we need to get you primed. I want you to do me a favor," she said, staring into his eyes. 

"Anything you want. I'm here for you, even though I'm tied down," he said, almost laughing. It was true, he could barely move as he was restrained in almost all areas of his body. His head and genitals were about the only thing that he could move. 

"I want you to wear something for me," she said as she picked up something from a nearby cabinet drawer. He couldn't' see it, but his attention wasn't exactly on her hands. The contrast of her dark tan and smooth white skin, along with her perfectly formed ass, held his attention. 

"Whatever you'd like," he moaned. The cock cup was devouring his throbbing cock. He watched her turn around, carrying something. The front of her body looked even better than the rear view. 

"You might even enjoy this," she responded.

Before he could say anything, she had slipped a black latex band over the back of his head. Pulling it down over his face, he discovered that it was a ball gag as she pushed the small ball into his mouth. The ball gag was on the inside of the latex band that covered the lower half of his head and neck. On the outside of the band, sticking out obscenely was a large black latex dildo. It was smooth and shiny, but stuck out about 10 inches from the mask type of band. About the only part that wasn't covered of Ross' face was his nose and eyes. The ball gag and the dildo were attached, one on each side of the mask. Ross knew immediately what it was for. 

"Just relax baby. This is going to be a lot of fun, for me. All you have to do is concentrate on what my machine is doing to your organs and we'll both have a lot of fun. I can promise that," she said as she sat back down in the oversized chair. It was only then that Ross noticed that the height of the chair seat, the level of Nikki's lower body, and the position of his head were all on about the same level. His face was going to be her fuck toy. 

"You offered to 'help me' out, if you remember," she said, watching his eyes closely. They seemed to be somewhat more open than they had been. She wondered if he was scared of her, the machine, or just overly excited.

"Umph, umph, umph," he moaned, through the ball gag. With the gag in place, he would not be able to talk at all. To Nikki, it wasn't important that he speak. 

"Before we're through, I'm going to completely milk your nuts. You're willing to help me now, but you might not be, when we're done. Still interested in 'helping' me?" she asked, her eyes still on his eyes. His response wasn't important, since he was restrained and wearing the huge black dildo mask. He nodded his head up and down, indicating yes to her. She was in total control of him.

"Just relax and try to hold still," she said as she scooted her chair forward. She leaned back in the chair, sliding her butt to the very edge of the seat. She raised her legs up, placing them over Ross' head and shoulders. She had her legs spread, knees bent slightly, her heels placed behind Ross' armpits. From that angle, she could dig her heels into his sides or his armpits and use his body as leverage. Restrained as he was, he could not move his body and she could use him to move herself forward, or pull him toward her. In time, she would do both.

"Ummm, you're doing so well. Just hold still for a moment," she said, leaning forward and looking down between her open thighs. She reached down and gently grasped the long dildo, poised at her moist entrance. The large head of the dildo was just inside her pussy lips. 

"I told you we were going to have fun," she said softly, and then thrust her pelvis forward hard. She immediately let out a long moan as the large dildo began to penetrate her. She was already so wet that it easily moved into her. She sat for a moment, feeling the erotic invasion of her pussy, allowing it to slowly stretch open and accommodate the large object. It was just inside her, only the head penetrating her. There was still a lot more of it for her use. 

"Oh shit, I don't think I'm going to last long," she groaned, glancing down at Ross as if she was actually having a conversation with him. Her body was frozen, not moving at all. Her back began to arch as her heels dug into Ross' armpits. As she began to slowly pull him forward, Ross had a bird's eye view of the long dildo slowly disappearing into her. She was close enough that he could smell the musky scent coming from her. It only helped to push his arousal level upward. As close as he was to her spread thighs, he could see that she was sopping wet. As the dildo began to sink further and further into her, a steady stream of clear fluid began to ooze from the sides of her stretched opening. 

"Oh shit..." she said, her words trailing off as her breathing turned into a rapid pant. There was still over half of the dildo that had not penetrated her. Ross could feel her legs shaking and see the muscles in her already tight belly tensing up. She was going to cum and there was nothing that he could do but watch. By this time, most of the dildo was heavily lubricated from her juices, even though it had not gone all the way into her. 

"Unnnggghhh, Unnnggghhh, Unnnggghhh," she groaned as she began to feel the orgasm push outward from the tender and sensitive area between her legs. Her body jerked hard, her back arching hard out of the chair. Her legs suddenly tightened up, pulling hard against Ross, as if she were trying to pull him all the way into her. Her entire body shook violently, her panting now reaching a fever pitch. After several moments, she suddenly went silent, almost as if she stopped breathing, her entire body frozen stiffly. Only the slight shaking in her thighs told Ross that she was still cumming. After several more moments, her body jerked hard again, as if a spasm rocked her entire body, then another spasm, another jerk, another spasm, another jerk, each one lessening in intensity. Her legs suddenly relaxed, falling open as she fell back into the chair. Her breathing was ragged, as if she were trying to catch her breath.

"Oh baby..." she moaned softly, her head slumped down onto her chest, her eyes closed. Her legs were limp, spread open, her feet still tucked into Ross' armpits. From Ross' very close and personal vantage point, he could tell that only about half of the dildo had ever entered her. She was leaking heavily from the stretched areas of her pussy, showing the obvious evidence of a very intense orgasm. 

Ross was at the edge of the same cliff that she had just gone over. What Nikki was doing to him, only heightened his urges. Not only was her scent heavy in his face, but also just the view of her was almost enough to send him over. Almost. He could feel his balls pumping, but not like an orgasm. They were pushing, contracting, and spasms were running through each ball. His cock was going through the same contractions, as if he were hung on the edge of orgasm. He was begging to cum. He knew that this one would be more powerful than the first. He had never felt anything as intense as this. 

"Baby, you did so good. Just keep that up a little longer and I'll teach you how to really cum," she said in a long moan. As soon as she spoke, she suddenly thrust her butt forward, at the same time, digging her heels hard into Ross' armpits. The hard jerk pulling his body forward, and her body thrusting forward, caused the dildo to slam deep and hard into her. 

"Unnnggghhh," she moaned hard, almost a painful guttural moan. Ross could see the dildo disappear completely into her moist opening. His nose was pressed up against her clit, her legs pulling savagely on him, jerking his body. She was rocking back and forth, causing the dildo to move rapidly in and out of her. She was already in a pant, her hands tightly gripping the chair's arms. Besides feeling his face against her pussy and clit, he could hear the sloshy sounds of the dildo moving in and out of her. Her legs continued to jerk on him, her own body thrusting hard against his face. 




The New Slave Ch. 33



"Umph, Umph, Umph," Ross moaned. He felt as if his cock was about to erupt, his balls about to explode. The swelling of his balls inside of the clamshell was enough pressure on the tender orbs, to cause them to convulse. They were trying to expel their contents, but couldn't. His cock was already in spasms. The silicone sheath was working wonders on the already swollen cock. It was massaging him toward a huge orgasm. He wanted it, but it just wasn't happening. He concentrated on the sensations coming from between his thighs, and on the pussy that was pushed against his face. 

It was obvious to Ross when Nikki suddenly began to cum again. Her violent rocking motion, and the pulling on his body, suddenly stopped. Again her body froze. She sucked in a deep breath and then held still, almost as if she had passed out. He knew that she was enjoying a more intense orgasm because her legs were still tightly holding him, shaking. She held this position for several moments before slumping back into the chair again. Her legs fell open, relaxing their grip on Ross. This time, Nikki was completely impaled on the dildo. There was none of it showing. Ross' face was pressed up against the wet quivering area of her body that had just given her so much pleasure. She was sopping wet. 

"Oh Ross, once again you do very well," she said laughing breathlessly. "I know you're somewhat tied up, but you did very well. We're not through yet," she said as she sat up in the chair. She stood up quickly, letting the dildo fall out her with a wet popping sound. Ross could see that her pussy was gaping open, her thighs and vaginal area all covered in her secretions. She swayed back and forth, almost falling down. She steadied herself holding the arm of the chair, just watching him. Her eyes were almost glazed over.

"Do you know what turns me on more than anything?" she asked, looking steadily into his eyes. "Do you know what sends me over the edge and makes me cum so hard? Can you guess," she said, grinning at him. 

"Umph, Umph, Umph," he tried to speak through the ball gag. 

"I know, I know, every guy thinks that they know what turns a woman on. But they're always wrong. It's the control. What turns me on is the control that I know I'm exerting over you and your body. Especially your cock and balls. Watching your body respond to the machine or to me is so arousing. There is nothing that you can do but respond." She said smiling at him. She walked around behind him. He could feel her fingernails slowly trail over his back, his butt, the backs of his thighs, as she moved around behind him.

"Now I'm going to give you a demonstration of mutual response. My body is going to respond superbly well, as your body responds for me, in a way that pleases me immensely. Try and hold your cum for at least a minute," she said in a strange tone. For the first time, he realized that she was 'not' allowing him to cum, just yet. There was silence in the room for a moment till suddenly Ross felt an increase in pressure on his balls. What he had felt before was intense, but this was far beyond that. Almost immediately, he could feel his cock sucked deeper into the already stuffed teat cup. The teat cup was literally devouring his cock, sucking it hard and fast. The small air pockets were literally vibrating his cock into submission. The affect was almost immediate.

"Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh," he cried out from behind the ball gag, gasping for air. It felt unbelievably good, but painful. The teat cup was sucking so hard that it felt as if his cock was being sucked inside out. His balls were already going into hard contractions. They were pushing hard, the sperm boiling up inside of them. 

"Hold on baby, for just a second," she said in a low whisper beside his face. She quickly moved around him, sitting back down in the chair. She immediately pushed her pelvis and hips up close to his face, her pussy just inches from him. She quickly reached to the back of his head and pulled the ball gag and mask from his face, tossing it to the floor.

"I'm going to know the exact moment that the machine pops your nuts. Just relax and do what comes natural," she said as she pushed forward, grasping his head in both of her hands. By this time, his head was already bobbing up and down, just from him trying to catch his breath. His body was jerking, causing his head to jerk back and forth. She grasped him by both sides of his head and pushed her hips forward, forcing his face into her wet pussy. She was holding him tightly, feeling his body jerk and writhe as the machine tore at his cock and balls. 

"That's it baby, let the machine finish you. I know there's a lot still in you. Just let your balls open up and enjoy," she moaned as his face was smeared into her wetness. She moaned and rested back into the chair, her hands clutching his head tightly against her. 

"Open your mouth," she said firmly, her hips beginning to rock back and forth, pulling at his head. 

Ross felt as if his balls were about to implode. When she had turned the machine up, he immediately felt the increase suction and massage on his cock and balls. His balls were already swollen inside the cup, causing him to be able to feel every tiny movement of the air pockets. He had been at the edge, and now he was tumbling over. It felt as if his cock and balls were ballooning to huge proportions. Then suddenly they both released, violently hard, a huge gush of thick cream blowing out of his cock. It was an unbelievable sensation as the oversized volume blew out of his balls.

"Open your mouth, I said," Nikki commanded again. This time, as Ross felt the first of several heavy spurts come from him; he immediately opened his mouth and began to lap at the tender and sensitive clit. He opened his mouth wide and began to take her swollen lips into his warm mouth. He alternated between her clit and the thick lips as he felt her body tighten up against him. Her legs immediately clamped down on him, as if holding him tightly. 

"Umm, yea, that's it, keep spraying, keep spraying," she moaned as she watched his body jerk and twist. She kept her eyes, wide open to see the show in front of her. The male slave cumming was the moment she loved. It was the control she exerted over him, forcing him to cum hard as he worked her into another orgasm. It was obvious that his orgasm was powerful and intense, his body jerking in ryhthmn with the rhythmic spurting of his cock. She watched in fascination till she could see a steady stream of fresh cum making its way to the catch cylinder. His body was still reacting to her, pumping and pumping. She knew that he would continue to pump and orgasm until she turned the machine off. It would soon turn very painful, but she only needed a few more moments. She watched closely, mesmerized as the sperm made its way through the clear tube. Then, closing her eyes, she relaxed and allowed her own orgasm to take over.

"Ahhhhhhh," she moaned out loud as she pulled Ross' face harder into her quivering entrance. His tongue was all over the right spots, forcing her to respond. She responded well, her shaking hands holding his head tightly until she was finished. Her body slumped back into the chair, continuing to hold onto his head. Knowing that she had cum hard, Ross continued to gently lap at the swollen clit that was sticking out from under the fleshy hood. He could feel his balls still pumping, his cock still in spasms. It felt as if the sperm was still flowing out of him, in large gushes. He knew that it was impossible but it felt that way. It was unbelievably intense, but now beginning to feel painful. He felt as if his balls were the size of basketballs. 

After several moments, Nikki pushed Ross' face away. She had become too sensitive to his oral attention and she also knew that it was past time to turn the machine off. This milking should have drained him. Glancing up, she could see the last of the fresh male cream, making its way into the catch cylinder. 

"You are an entertainment slave," she said, grinning at him as she quickly got up from the chair. She immediately went around him and slowly brought the controls back down to a zero setting. His entire body went limp as the machine went to the off position. 

"Are you ok?" she asked sincerely, coming around to face him. She bent down and lifted his chin up, staring into his eyes. "Still with me," she said softly. He opened his eyes and let out a long moan. "You're ok. You might not feel like you're ok, but you are, believe me," she said with a laugh. 

"That was starting to hurt," he said almost in a moan. 

"It's just the suction. It makes you feel like you're being torn open. But it's still very intense, isn't it? Judging by what I'm seeing in the tube, I have no doubt that you enjoyed it" she said, examining the clear tubing. 

"Yes, very," he moaned. She immediately disappeared behind him, and then returned a few moments later. This time, she was wearing a lab coat, buttoned up to cover her nude form. She was still barefooted. Her mood seemed to have changed. She didn't seem as friendly as she had been. Her expression was not friendly either. Ross immediately knew what he was seeing. He had seen it before. She had used him for her own orgasms and now she was finished. It was back to business. Her body was no longer dictating her arousal. She was sexually finished. Being sexually finished, she didn't have any use or desire with Ross. 

"I'm pretty sure you're empty. I've never seen a male cum that much. It's an unbelievable amount," she said, holding up the catch cylinder. The entire bottom of the wide cylinder was covered in thick creamy goo. There was an unbelievable amount of the male cream inside. Nikki was shocked and impressed with her new male toy. He was definitely an over-producer. 

"We have one more to go, just to make sure," she said from behind him. The tone in her voice showed no arousal or sexual overtone. She was very business like. Ross could feel her behind him, checking the equipment still attached to him. 

"Ready to go again?" she asked, an odd sound in her voice. 

"Again? I know that I can't. There's nothing left. It's becoming too painful, I can't do it again," he said, the fear becoming obvious to Nikki. Fear was another thing that she enjoyed control over.



The New Slave Ch. 34



Chapter 34, Nikki Milks to Completion

"Just relax. We'll be through in a few minutes, and then you can rest. Judging by the amount of your cum, I'd say that you must be empty," she said, holding up the catch cylinder and examining the gooey white globs. She was fascinated by the sheer amount that she had already collected. She speculated that he was finished, due to the consistency of the sperm. There was a lot of creamy thick white globs but there was also a lot of clear, somewhat milky fluid mixed in. She was still aroused, but not to the point that she wanted to participate. She was now going to finish the male slave. 

"I've never seen a male put out the amount that you do. That is one massive load. I don't doubt that it might feel painful, but believe me, it's not pain," she said, almost as if trying to convince him. He wasn't too sure. He could feel his cock and balls, as if they were huge. His cock shaft, head and foreskin were sore, but the inside of his cock felt like it was possibly torn. He imagined that the force and the volume of the huge orgasmic gushes had possibly stretched his urethra. 

"I'm going to do you again, to see how much is still in you," she said, checking over her equipment.

"Believe me, there's nothing left, I know," he said, almost pleading. He knew that his cock had gone soft inside the oversized teat cup, but he could also tell that it was very swollen. Even soft, it was still stuffed inside the base of the teat cup. And now, with the pressure turned off, he had no feeling inside of his balls. 

"I know baby, I know, but I have to make sure. There's only one way to find out and that is to go again. Besides, I didn't think that a male would ever turn down the chance to cum," she said, a slight laugh in her voice. 

"I don't think I can cum. You took it all," he moaned as he felt her checking the pressurized cups still attached to his organs. 

"You're going to cum again, whether there's anything in there or not," she said, almost nonchalantly. He could tell that her entire mood was different. Now, she was very business like and firm. She was sexually spent, and she was going to make sure that he was too. "If there's even a drop left in those cum bags, I'm going to take it," she said, with a slight laugh. 

"Please, don't do it. It's already hurting," he pleaded.

"Hate to tell you Ross, but you're right. It probably will hurt, but you're going to cum one more time. I can promise you that. You know that a male doesn't have to be hard to cum. And, he doesn't have to be aroused to cum either. Did you know that?" she said, coming around to face him. The look on her face was really odd. It was obvious to Ross that she was thoroughly enjoying her torment. It was also becoming obvious that this was the part of the session that she enjoyed the most. She walked around behind him, out of his sight. Within a few seconds, he could feel the pressure starting to rise in both the teat cup and the ball clamshell. She had turned the suction up to a level of 7, and then turned the frequency back up on the air pockets. Both immediately began to manipulate his cock and balls. He could feel his cock begin to quickly slither deeper into the sheath. She walked back around to in front of him

"Please, I know it's going to hurt. I can promise you, there's nothing left. I've never cum like that," he pleaded with her.

"No. You ARE going to cum again, and maybe another time after that, depending on what comes out of you. I've never seen that much sperm come out of one male. I've harvested more out of you in two orgasms, than I've ever gotten out of two or three males in a day. No, I have to see just how much it takes to empty you. Then you can rest," she said loudly and firmly. There was a definite hostile tone to her voice. 

"Please Nikki, I don't ....." he said before she interrupted him.

"Shut up. If you don't shut up, I'm going to turn the machine on full, and just leave you here for a few hours. Then you'll see what milking is all about. We'll be through in a few minutes. And, if you don't cooperate, I'm going to tell the doctor that you didn't cooperate. If that happens, you'll never get a chance with Allison," she said, a big grin on her face. She had quickly learned with Ross, just what buttons to push. She stood there staring at him for a few moments, seeing that he was definitely listening to her. 

"I'll cooperate," he moaned. 

"I knew that you would," she said with a twisted smile. She walked around behind him and almost immediately he could feel the pressure and the massaging action going up on his overly sensitized cock and balls. It was already beginning to hurt, at that point. His balls were already beginning to contract, his cock quickly going into spasms. Mentally, he felt no arousal at all, but it was as if his cock and balls were acting independently from him. They were quickly approaching another hard orgasm. 

"Who knows? You might even enjoy this," she said laughing. She had no sooner said this when Ross felt the cock cup grab onto his cock hard. It was as if a hard vibration was shooting through his cock. His balls were convulsing hard, trying to expel contents that had already been taken out. His body was beginning to writhe and twist against the restraints. The teat cup sucked his cock all the way in, the seeming vibration creating a shudder, running through the length of his cock. 

"Ok, here we go, let's see those bullballs open up," she said watching his body intently. She now had the suction up to wide open and the frequency up to 8. She knew that he would erupt at any moment. She walked around to in front of him.

"You know, when I was in vet school, I saw horses that didn't have balls as big as yours. Now, their cocks were a different story, but you do have them beat, in the category of balls," she said, almost giggling. "Your balls do have the storage capacity for that kind of cum load, it's just too bad that you can't make that much," she said, eyeing his body as he continued to writhe and twist. Watching as the machine milked him, Nikki could feel her own arousal begin to come alive again. She loved watching a responsive male, one whose body would twist and jerk as the machine worked him into an explosive orgasm. She knew that it was hurting Ross, but it was nothing permanent. It was nothing that a little rest wouldn't cure. Besides, she had already collected a record amount of sperm, in just two orgasms. Any more would just be a bonus. 

"Anytime baby. Do you need some help? I really suspect that those two huge things between your legs are empty, but we just have to make sure. Would it help if I talked about Allison? Maybe we could talk about her smooth skin, especially the smooth skin of her thighs, and all of that tender, untouched, virginal area just above her thighs. You do know that she's a virgin? Don't you? Talk about your tender sensitive skin. I bet her pussy would just melt in your mouth. Don't you think? Can't you just feel it, sinking that cock of yours deeper and deeper into that tight hot little thing? I bet that you'd blow a huge load into her, just trying to get the head in her," she continued, eyeing Ross as his twisting and jerking became more pronounced. Nikki loved it. She loved control and she loved response. It was obvious that Ross was on the verge of cumming. He was panting and gasping, his back arched hard, his legs tight. Walking back behind him, she could see the carpal-pedal response, his toes curled and pulled back, indicating that he was cumming. 

"Oh, you did like that part about Allison didn't you? Are you there yet? Are you cumming?" she asked, not sure if he was or not. He was showing all the signs of orgasm, but his face and eyes didn't show orgasm. She came around in front of him, bending over and pulling his face up to hers. He looked as if he was in pain. 

"Come on baby, just push it out. If nothing comes out, then we're through. Think about Allison playing with that meaty thing you have between your legs. She'd have a field day with that thing. She wouldn't know what to do with it, suck it, rub it, or just plain fuck it. I'm sure she's going to have a problem with that. You know that she has only been here about two weeks and she's already tried about a dozen times, to get an appointment with you. She wants that cock," Nikki said, carefully watching Ross' face. She could see his eyes open up. She could also tell that the conversation about Allison was beginning to send Ross closer to orgasm. 

"I'm not sure who wants it more. You wanting to stuff that thing into her, or her wanting to pop your nuts off, just to see the mess," Nikki said, laughing. "Oh come on Ross. You know you're about to pop. Just do it. You think about Allison and I'll give you a little help," she said, disappearing back behind him. Ross was still panting, jerking hard, his hips thrusting as the milking machine continued working him. He was almost there..... he knew there was nothing left in his balls. He wanted desperately to cum. It was as if his body was demanding it, even with nothing in him to unload.

"Do you think that Allison would know how to do this for you," Nikki said from behind him. "She's awful young and I doubt that she even knows what a prostate is, let alone what it does," Nikki said. Ross could hear the snap of a latex glove. He knew that she had just put gloves on. Immediately, he could feel her one hand on his butt as her other hand moved in between his cheeks. She pushed one lubricated finger up against his puckered opening. 

"You just keep thinking about that tender little pussy while I give you a little bit of help," she said, her lubed finger quickly pushing into his butt. She held her finger in him for a moment, watching his body reaction. He was still jerking and twisting, his back arched hard. She knew he was close, the puckered opening actually sucking at her finger. She moved her finger downward and felt for the obvious small lump of his prostate. She began to draw small circles around it, stimulating it. She could immediately tell that he was responding, his gasps and panting getting much louder, his thrusts becoming violent. 

"Show me what's inside those cum bags," she said as her finger pressed hard against the sensitive prostate. Immediately, Ross let out a long yelp, then gasped and panted hard. His back was still arched but his pelvic thrust had stopped, his pelvis extended out as far as he possibly could. She knew that his cock was erupting, the balls pushing out anything that was remaining inside of them. He was finally having a powerful orgasm. She began to move her finger around his prostate, pushing hard on it as she continued watching his powerful thrusts. Besides the machine milking his cock and balls, her finger was milking his prostate, stimulating it into a forced ejaculation. 

"Push baby, push out all that gooey cream," she whimpered to him, her hand pushed up hard against his opening. Her finger was bearing down on him hard, forcing him to cum hard. She kept up this pressure and manipulation, till she finally saw his body slump to the table, spent and exhausted. She then lessened her finger movements, allowing him to come down from a powerful but painful orgasm. He wasn't moving at all. She slowly eased her finger out of his butt. Her attention was now focused on the clear vinyl tubing, waiting to see how much sperm she had taken this time. Her gloved finger continued to gently massage the puckered opening to his butt. It had been a somewhat rude invasion, but it did the trick. 

"I'm somewhat surprised. I thought that there would have been at least a drop of two," she said, laughing and still watching the clear tube. There was nothing coming through it. After several minutes, it was obvious that he had experienced a dry cum. He had orgasmed hard, but there was no sperm to ejaculate. She had emptied him in two orgasms, two very voluminous orgasms. Thinking to herself, she almost wished that there had been at least a drop. That way, she would have had to force him, one more time. 

"See baby, we're all done. Now you can rest. Didn't that feel good. Aren't you glad that I insisted," she said laughing. She quickly went to the machine and turned the controls slowly down to 0. Ross hadn't moved, but she could hear his deep raspy breathing. She had milked other males to completion in 3 and several in 4 attempts. She even had one male that lasted 5 times, till he had a dry cum, but even then, he was unconscious as he orgasmed the last time. But Ross didn't put out the average size load. The amount that she had collected was larger than any group of males that she had ever milked. She was astounded.

"Baby, are you ok," she asked, coming around to his face and holding his face up in her hand. His eyes flickered opened. This time he didn't have the contented look as he did before. He looked pained, almost hostile. She backed up a little from him.

"Ross, are you ok?" she asked again. She watched him carefully.

"Yes, I'm ok. I don't know. I can't feel my cock or balls," he said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, they're still there. It's common to feel numbness. Your cock and balls have gone through a lot. Those weren't normal orgasms. That is probably about the most intense orgasm that you'll ever feel. Didn't you enjoy yourself?" she asked hopefully. She had enjoyed herself sexually, but she didn't like the aspect of dealing with a hostile male slave, in the future. Ross didn't answer her. He just lay there with his eyes closed, catching his breath.

"That wasn't so bad, was it? It was actually pretty great, wouldn't you agree?" she asked. He didn't answer. 

"Just relax. We're all through. I'll get the cups off and you'll feel a lot better," she mumbled, scurrying around behind him. She had already turned the pressure to zero on the machine controls. She reached up and pushed her finger into the top of the teat cup, releasing the last little bit of pressure. She did the same for the clamshell. Slowly but firmly, she pulled down on the teat cup, stretching the already swollen cock downward. Ross winced as she strained to pull the cup from him. His cock was swollen enough that it was wedged up in the cup. She jiggled the cup around and was finally able to slide it off of his cock. 

"I'm sorry, that always is a bit rough. Males tend to swell when overused," she said with a slight laugh. She didn't have any problem with the clamshell. Releasing the pressure on it, she only had to open it and remove it from his balls. Sitting back, she visually examined the overworked organs. She had thought that he was huge before, but now he was slightly swollen and puffy, appearing a lot larger than he was, normally. He was soft, but still fully elongated. It was an oddity that she had noticed with all males, that their cocks would go soft but remain fully elongated, even after being milked dry. His balls were enormous. They were both obviously swollen and pushed out against the thin skin of his sack. Both his cock and balls were a hot reddish color, raw and irritated looking. She didn't see anything that was actually physically wrong with his organs. 

"Everything looks good. Matter of fact, it all looks very good. I know that it doesn't feel that way, but I'm sure that you're fine. Since you're going to be resting now, you don't have to worry about 'how big' you are. I guess that we're lucky that you aren't being rented tonight," she said, again laughing, trying to make small jokes. Ross wasn't laughing or responding. 

Nikki turned immediately as she heard the deadbolt open on her training room door. Dr Sherry looked almost as surprised as Nikki did. Dr Sherry had never come into a training session at the end of a slave's milking. She smiled as she looked at Ross, still in the milking position and Nikki standing beside him, barefoot and wearing only a lab coat. The lab coat was open and Nikki's young and very nice body was on display for the doctor and the security officers. The remnants of Nikki's sexual fun were very evident on her thighs and vaginal area. 

"Well Nikki, it appears that you've been enjoying the session," the doctor said, her eyes traveling up and down Nikki's nude form. Nikki immediately pulled the lab coat around her, trying to cover herself. It was obvious in Nikki's face that she was embarrassed and mortified. She had immediately turned a bright red, her face and eyes cast downward at the floor. 

"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you," Nikki stammered, not looking up from the floor. Her fingers were almost while knuckled where she was tugging at the lab coat.

"Nikki, relax. I don't care what you do in your sessions. I'm thrilled that you've obviously enjoyed yourself. I just didn't expect that from you. Don't be ashamed. I'm happy for you. Did you enjoy yourself," the doctor continued, a slight smile across her face. The doctor was being sincere. She had never really thought of Nikki as a sexual creature. She was always studying and working on her own projects. The doctor was very pleased with Nikki. But it was obvious that Nikki was not to be comforted. She was embarrassed and just wanted to get away. She continued staring at the floor. After several moments of awkward silence, Nikki spotted her clothes strewn across a chair and rushed to put them on. 

"So, how did my number one producer hold up, his first time on the machine," the doctor asked out loud. Nikki was busy, getting dressed. She mumbled something, pointing at the catch cylinder. The doctor immediately went for a closer look, seeing the huge amount of thickly pooled globs in the bottom of the cylinder.

"Wow, I just thought that you were trying to show off for me the past few times," the doctor said. "Now I'm beginning to think that you've been holding out on me," she said laughing along with the security officers. Both of the officers were staring at the swollen red sex organs, hanging down between the slave's legs. They had never seen anything as large as this male. 

"He's quite a producer," Nikki mumbled as she finished getting dressed. 

"He's more than a producer, Nikki. You did very well. I'm impressed. How many times did he go?" the doctor asked, still looking into the catch cylinder.

"Two times, then a dry third," she said, her embarrassment still showing in her face. 

"Two times? You've got to be kidding. That much came out of him in just two milkings? Are you sure that he was dry on the 3rd time?" she asked, suspicious as she looked from Nikki to the catch cylinder. 

"I'm sure. He pumped completely out in two orgasms. The 3rd time was dry, not even a drop. I did a manual prostate stimulation on him. He was really pushing for that 3rd cum," Nikki stammered. 

"That's a lot of cum, pushing out of a cock. I'm surprised that he's not injured," the doctor said, leaning down for a closer look at Ross' cock and balls. She reached down and cupped the swollen cock in her hand, softly feeling it. It was still elongated and easy for her hand to grasp and pull down. She squeezed it downward trying to milk a drop out. Nothing came out, not even pre-cum. Ross winced slightly as her hand milked the soft cock. 

By this time, Nikki was finished dressing and just waiting by the door. All she wanted was to escape the doctor's knowing gaze. The doctor approved very much of what Nikki was doing, but Nikki didn't want everyone to know what went on inside of her training room. She was mortified.

The two security officers stepped forward to get a better look between the slave's stretched open legs. 

"May I?" the younger officer asked out loud, her eyes still locked on the meaty thing hanging down. It looked as if she were about to start drooling. The other officer, just stood at a distance, her eyes wide open, staring at the same area as the first officer. 




The New Slave Ch. 34



"May you what?" the doctor asked, grinning at Nikki. She knew from past experience what the young security officer wanted, but was kidding her. 

"Touch it," she said in a soft voice. The doctor was more than aware that almost all of her younger personnel had never been around a male until they began working at the facility. Their sexual curiosity and education consisted pretty much consisted of what they could find on the Internet. That consisted of mostly pictures and stories, but not the real thing. 

"Sure, go ahead, but I don't think that he's going to respond very much, to you. You might say that he is somewhat 'dried out' about right now," the doctor said laughing. Immediately, the young security officer gently clasped her fingers around the swollen shaft. With the doctor's permission to 'touch it', she immediately began to gently rub the shaft up and down, pulling the foreskin over the head. The other officer moved in closer, hoping to get a turn also. 

"How are you doing, Ross," the doctor asked sincerely, patting him on the butt. There was no answer from him. She looked at Nikki who just shrugged her shoulders. The doctor walked around the table where she stood in front of him, facing him. She bent down, her face only inches from his. 

"Are you ok?" she asked again. His eyes were open, watching her. 

"I'm ok, I think," he mumbled, his eyes on her.

"I told you that it was going to be good, didn't I?" she asked, a big grin on her face. 

"It wasn't good. It was too intense. I can't do that very often," he said, almost as a warning.

"Well, two cums from you, resulting in that big of a load, would probably hurt anyone," she said, almost as if teaching a medical class. "The average male puts out about half that much, in 4 or 5 separate cums, depending on how productive his balls are," the doctor said, addressing the young officers. They were barely listening. They were taking turns rubbing the still soft, but elongated cock. 

"What about our deal," Ross moaned, looking up at Dr Sherry. 

"I don't remember any deal," the doctor said, looking back at Ross. 

"We had a deal and I cooperated. You can ask Nikki. She'll tell you that I cooperated," Ross said, the anger in his voice becoming apparent.

"I don't make deals with slaves," the doctor answered back, her anger also becoming apparent. 

"We had a deal and you know it. If I cooperated, you'd let me meet with Allison," he said loudly. Both security officers quickly looked up, hearing the name of one of their new officers. They glanced at each other, grinning.

"I don't make deals with slaves. Get him out of here," the doctor barked, looking at the security officers. "Besides, Allison can't be found. She's gone for the day," the doctor said, trying to convince Ross. 

"I cooperated and this is how you repay me?" Ross said, almost pleadingly.

"You're not listening. I don't make deals with slaves. If you don't shut up about this, I'm going to punish you like you wouldn't believe. I bought you for a purpose and I can just as easily sell you. Or, I might just keep you and do some modifications on that overstuffed sausage between your legs. And they are modifications that you definitely won't like. You're about to really piss me off," she said, her voice now rising and hard. "Get him out of here," she yelled at the two wide-eyed officers. 

The two security officers immediately released the wrist and ankle restraints that held Ross to the table. They jerked him up from the table and handcuffed him behind his back 

"What about Allison?" Ross asked again. In a fit of fury, the doctor spun around and slapped Ross hard, across the face. She was so mad that she was shaking. 

"One more word out of you and the punishment will start," she said. Her face was blood red, her hand back as if to strike again. She was furious. "I don't make deals with slaves," she added. 

"What's going on here," came a voice from the door. It was Rachel, head of security. She could tell just by the look on the doctor's face that something had happened. She then saw that Ross' face was red on one side, a welt beginning to show around his left eyebrow. 

"A slight difference of opinion," the doctor said, looking down. By now, Nikki was scurrying to leave the room. The two security officers were both quiet, avoiding their boss' stare. "He thinks that he deserves something special, an appointment with Allison. I think that I've set him straight about the matter."

"You did have an arrangement, I even know about it," Rachel said firmly. "And I know that Allison was here just five minutes ago," she added, just to push the doctor. 

"Get him out of here," the doctor yelled, glaring at the two younger officers. Rachel just stood there, watching. She was getting madder by the minute. 

As they started for the door, one of the officers picked up the loincloth and started to put it back on Ross' nude body.

"No, don't bother. There are enough trainers and staff still here that they might enjoy a quick show of an enlarged male. Don't dress him," the doctor commanded the two officers. The two officers just laughed and pushed Ross toward the door. By pulling downward on his handcuffs, it forced his hips outward, showing more of the meaty area between his thighs. He was definitely a sight. The two officers headed proudly out the door.

"You know you had a deal with him," Rachel said as soon as the two officers had left the room.

"I know. But I didn't like him making the deal. I made the deal, not him. He was pushing his luck. Slaves don't make deals and they don't demand anything. I reward them, I don't pay them for their services. He's good but he has a lot to learn. Besides, I think I have someone better in mind for him, rather than Allison," the doctor said, trying to explain to her head of security and close friend. 

"You don't understand. He does not want to just fuck Allison, he wants to just be with her. It's more than sex. He actually likes her and she likes him," Rachel said, trying to explain to the doctor.

"What's there to like. Each of the girls here have liked him," the doctor said, her words trailing off as Rachel interrupted her.

"The girls don't necessarily like him. They like playing with his cock, sucking him, or on a couple of occasions, fucking him. With Allison it's different. They actually like each other," Rachel tried to explain.

"Jennifer. She liked him. The Mistress likes him. Hell, even Lorin likes him. And if I'm not mistaken, Nikki definitely liked him," the doctor countered.

"No. Jennifer liked fucking him. The Mistress liked whatever it was she was doing with him. Lorin likes the control over him, and Nikki is just young and doesn't know what she's doing," Rachel argued. "You need to reconsider your deal. He does everything that you ask or demand of his body. He deserves something," she said.

"Oh, I plan on giving him something. It's a reward. I'm going to give him Ginger for a night. I have a feeling about those two. They just might make a very interesting couple," the doctor said, an odd look across her face. There was obviously something in her thinking about Ross and Ginger, but Rachel didn't understand.

"Ginger? I don't get it. What do you mean? She's a sex slave," Rachel asked.

"For now, it's a perfect match. They're both spent. She's been fucked and used so much that she might like a night off, with a soft cock. And I'm pretty sure it will be awhile before Ross is doing anything, after today," she said laughing. 

"I need to go. We can talk more later," Rachel said, hurrying out the door. It was obvious that the doctor wasn't going to give out any details, but something was going on. Hurrying down the hallway, Rachel caught up with the slow moving two security officers. They were obviously taking their time, allowing everyone to get a good look at the huge bloated genitals swaying back and forth between Ross' legs. They were really enjoying themselves. The one officer had Ross' handcuffs pulled back and down, forcing him to push his pelvis outward, just to walk. 

"Knock it off, you two," Rachel barked from behind them. The one guard immediately released the grip on Ross' handcuffs, allowing him to stand upright. Rachel came around in front of Ross. She grabbed the loincloth from the one guard and knelt down in front of him, quickly covering him. 

"What the hell happened back there?" she asked sternly. It was now obvious that Ross had been hit in the face and eye. His cock and balls were obviously swollen, but Rachel was aware of his scheduled milking. She also knew that it was his first time on the machine. On many occasions, she had been called to Nikki's training room, just to subdue a hostile male slave. 

"A difference of opinion, like the doctor said," Ross said, a sarcastic laugh in his tone. 

"I'm serious Ross, what happened?" she asked again.

"We had a deal, and she reneged. It's as simple as that. I tried to remind her of it and she got mad," Ross said.

"Are you ok?" she asked sincerely, standing up and taking a closer look at his cheek and eye.

"I'm fine. She doesn't hit very hard," he said, trying to make a joke.

"I know there was a deal. Allison has been waiting for the appointment, every day. She was really excited. I've never seen anyone so committed to something. She has tried on at least a dozen occasions, to make an appointment with you. But you keep getting examined or rented out," she said with a laugh as she over-emphasized the words examined and rented out. "I've tried to convince her to just meet with some younger males, her age, the nice guys. At least start with someone that is more along her size," she said, laughing and glancing down at Ross' cock. "She's set on doing you," she added.

"Really? She's actually tried to get an appointment with me?" Ross asked, now excited.

"Yes, she has. She just keeps trying. It seems that each week, the doctor has you scheduled for something. She must be making a fortune on your rentals," Rachel said, still checking his eye. Seeing no real damage, she stood up and began to escort him down the hallway to the male quarters.

"I've only been taken out of here once," he said, almost as if apologizing.

"Don't worry. Things will get better. I'll talk to the doctor. I think that she has some plans for you, but I don't know what it is. For right now, you need to get some rest. I checked the schedules and you're not showing anything for two days. I'm sure that you and Allison will get together soon. Just keep your mouth shut. Do not argue with the doctor. You can't win."

"I know that," he said as they reached his locked room. Rachel unlocked the door, waiting till he entered.

"I'm curious. Why do you want Allison?"

"Simple. She's not like the rest of the women here. She's soft, gentle, innocent if you'd like. She's somewhat 'untouched' by all of this facility and the rental deals. She's a lot like you," Ross said, sincerely. Rachel could see that he was being open and honest with her.

"Like me?" she asked, surprised. 

"Yea. A lot like you. Just a few years younger," he said laughing. Rachel was actually blushing. 

"She does remind me of myself, a few years back. I'm flattered that you'd be interested in me. We would have a good time, wouldn't we?" she asked softly.

"I'm sure of it. Maybe you should make an appointment," he kidded her. "Or you could always buy me," he said, almost seriously.

"I'd love to make an appointment with you. I'm sure it would be fabulous. But I actually have a life outside of this place. I definitely enjoy sex, but it's not something that I think about every day. It doesn't occupy my every waking moment," she said, laughing. "And as for buying you, that would be almost impossible. For one, the doctor has made it clear that you're not for sale. She has already had a few offers for you. And two, it would take more money than I can make in a lifetime, to afford you," she said, watching him closely. She wanted to make it clear that she was interested, but not so obvious that she seemed like so many other women at the facility. He just smiled at her. 

"Try and rest. I'm sure that you need it. I'll come back and check on you tomorrow," she said softly. She then leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. She just smiled, then quietly left, locking the door behind her. 



The New Slave Ch. 35



Chapter 35, Ginger, the New Slave

On Ginger's 35th birthday, she had been a slave for over 2 years.

The doctor was still mad as Rachel left the room and went after her security officers. She wasn't use to any male slave questioning her or demanding anything. They were bought for the purpose of either supplying sperm or for the other attributes that a male might have. The doctor was very good at picking her male stock. Ross had been a very very good investment. Her original intent was to reward Ross with a female for the night. There were several that would readily volunteer to spend the night with him, but she didn't want it to be that much of a reward. It was to be more of a diversion, rather than a reward. When he asked for Allison, she couldn't understand why he would want a younger inexperienced woman, and a virgin. He just didn't seem the type for that kind of request. She had intended to reward him with a female slave that would be his sexual equal. Besides, as a slave, it wasn't his decision who he would have sex with. She also laughed, thinking that he probably couldn't perform after being on the milking machine.

On Ginger's 35th birthday, she had been a 'sex' slave for almost a year.

When the doctor first realized the concept of renting her male slaves out for the night to very rich women, it didn't take long to find that the same market was very open to the idea of female slaves. In some cases, the females were more profitable than the males. Almost immediately, the doctor purchased and kept a very 'healthy' stock of female slaves.

"Which female slaves do we have available right now?" the doctor said into the telephone. Lorin was always up to speed on who was where at whatever times. She knew where everyone was, at any given moment. 

"We have three girls that are on dates this evening. We have another one that is temporarily out with a gynecological problem. Suzette is having her period. Ginger is the only one left and she's been out, almost every night for the past 10 nights. I think that she needs the rest," Lorin said, laughing into the phone receiver.

"That's perfect. Have security go get Ginger. Have her prepped and ready for a male slave, in one hour. I'm going to give her as a reward," Dr Sherry told her assistant. 

"She's been either on her knees or on her back for over a week. I think she needs the rest. Besides, which male even deserves a reward?" Lorin asked, a little confused. The doctor normally gave the sex slaves, plenty of rest. If they weren't rested, they didn't perform as well. And the doctor knew that good performance was what made the money. 

"I'm pretty sure she'll get plenty of rest with this one. It's Ross," she said, almost laughing. 

"Ross? I thought that he just finished his first day with Nikki. From what I heard, she drained him very well. I don't think he'll be much fun for her," Lorin said, almost laughing.

"That's the idea. They'll be perfect for each other. She needs the rest and I'll still call it a reward. It's his problem, what he does with his reward," she said laughing. "Besides, I have a feeling about these two. They're very much alike, even in their backgrounds. If my suspicions are correct, they'll make us a fortune," she said, without going into details. 

"I'll take care of it," Lorin said, hanging up the phone. Lorin remember back to the time when Ginger had to be punished, just to get her into her skimpy female slave outfit. Those had been some very rough times on Ginger. And now, she was the number one most requested female at the facility. Everyone wanted Ginger. 

On Ginger's 35th birthday, she could barely remember her life, as it had been before her slavery.

Ginger was more than a beautiful woman. Her face and hair, not to mention her body, were of pure beauty while at the same time, radiating a raw sexuality. In earlier times, she could have graced the covers of women's fashion and modeling magazines. She also could have graced the covers of men's adult magazines. She was gorgeous on either side of the spectrum. She stood 5'7 and weighed 140 pounds. Her height and proportionate weight gave her the appearance of an Amazon warrior woman. She looked like something that you might see scantily clad in an adult XXX comic book. Her dark brown hair was very thick, what some people might refer to as a 'tiger mane'. She had beautiful hair that hung down past her shoulders. Her dark brown, almost black eyes were beautiful, soft and expressive. Her eyes would light up and sparkle, when she was happy or excited about something. Her eyes were mesmerizing.

On Ginger's 35th birthday, she celebrated her day by being raped repeatedly and severely beaten by a male slave. 

Ginger never talked about her life, prior to her slavery. Only a few of her many previous owners, knew anything about her early history. People that saw her would think that she might have been Latin, Greek, or possibly Italian, because of her dark complexion. Being a sex slave, she kept her body lean and tan. She had eventually discovered that it helped in making the 'buyers' nicer to her. At her height and weight, she had an almost perfect body. I say almost, only because there had to be something non-perfect, about her, even though it was unseen if anything. 

She was very darkly tanned, with only a tiny tiny white spot where a very small patch of pubic hair use to be. The white spot was nickel sized, covering only the area around her clit. Customers laughingly referred to it as her 'target zone'. Her entire pubic area was shaved, with the skin being dark and baby soft. There was just a hint of pink, as you peered deeper into her. Her thick fleshy lips hung down, giving an appearance of constant arousal, thick and furled open. The vast majority of women that paid for time with Ginger thought that she was constantly aroused, but they were wrong. Most of these women mistakenly thought that they were pleasuring Ginger with their oral and manual stimulation to the writhing moaning sex goddess. They just assumed that her body was super responsive to their touch. 

Ginger's long tan legs may have been her best feature. But then her full, rounded and creamy smooth breasts might have been her best feature. Some would say that her dark and almost always erect nipples were her best feature, the dark areolas being only slightly larger than her nipples. Some might say that the perfect proportion between her hips, thighs, and small tight waistline was her best feature. Some would definitely say that it was her perfectly formed ass. If anyone ever should have been on the cover of 'Butt Lovers" magazine, Ginger would be the #1 choice. Others would say it was her face. If you took ten people, you would have ten different opinions of what made Ginger so beautiful. None of it mattered, since Ginger had barely looked into a mirror for years. Even when she was putting on make-up for a date, she didn't look at herself, and never into her own eyes. She didn't have to look at herself to know that she had died. 

Ginger had been one of the doctor's female slaves, for almost a year and a half. It had taken the doctor several months, just to gain control over Ginger. In her previous life, as Ginger sometimes called it, she had been a police officer. This was long before the women's rights laws went into effect. As a police officer, she was highly decorated and very good at her work. She had quickly moved from a patrol officer, to investigator in short time. As the women's movements began to merge into what would become the new world order, Ginger could already see a multitude of problems with the concepts. Ginger was intelligent and fiercely independent. She was openly against the entire movement and fought hard against it. A large portion of women didn't like the idea of a world ran entirely by women. Some fought loudly against the changes while others kept quiet. In a matter of time, and as the laws quickly changed, the ones that were vocal were quietly rounded up and sent away. Ginger was one of them.

Ginger quickly found herself being held in jail on trumped up charges. In jail, it was easier to control her more than vocal opinions. As a former police officer, she found her life threatened on a daily basis. Life was not good for the former cop, in jail. After almost six months in jail, she was given a choice. She could renounce her 'anti women's rights' opinions, or she could continue to serve time on a conviction that had never even gone to court. She immediately told the court to "go fuck itself." She was immediately thrown back into the general population where other female inmates beat her, because of her former police officer standing. 

Ginger had been the youngest of four children. Her father, her grandfather, her brother, and her uncles were all traditional good police officers. It was a family joke when she announced at age 21 that she was going to join the police department in the large city where they lived. They were all amazed and more than proud as her career shot upward and flourished. She was very good at what she did. Her looks had nothing to do with it. She was just good at it. 

About six months after Ginger was offered her freedom, in return for her 'change of opinion', she was given another offer. She was told that she was going to be transferred to another jail that would be a lot tougher for her. Being a former police officer, and with her looks, she would definitely be a target for daily beatings and any sexual activities. But then they offered her another choice. If she chose, she would be sold as a domestic slave. Ginger was repulsed by the idea of sex with women. She was as straight as they come and engaged to be married at the time she was put into jail. She never heard what became of her fiancé. In time, she learned to survive by not thinking about him. The beatings in jail had lessened as she toughened up and fought back, but she was horrified by the prospect of slavery. At the very least, outside of jail there would be less beatings and less forced sex. She made the choice quickly and was sold within a day. 

Within the first 6 months that Ginger was a domestic slave, she was sold over a dozen times. It was quickly apparent with each new owner, that she was vocal, headstrong and not willing to play the part of a slave. And there were also the sexual advances on many occasions from the rich female owners that could afford slaves of her type. In most cases, it wasn't long before the rich new female owner would either attempt seduction on Ginger, or just outright give her an ultimatum. The ultimatums were very simple, to either 'put out sexually' or be punished. Ginger was punished a lot. On the worst occasions, she was severely punished, then restrained and forced to perform sexually on her female masters. 

Having been sold so many times, a lot of people were afraid to purchase the gorgeous beauty. Most of the time, Ginger's history accompanied her. In these cases, it normally turned out that the new buyer, would be someone that thought they were more defiant or headstrong, than Ginger. These cases always lead to Ginger's punishments or severe abuse. The more that she would defy a new owner, the stronger the new owner would retaliate against her, or punish her. Her owners just got 'bigger and badder'. The beatings, punishments, continued abuse, and sexual attacks on her only became worse as time went. She refused to give in. Ginger knew that she was a slave on paper, but she wasn't a slave emotionally or mentally.

On each occasion that she was purchased, she was almost always start out as what was called a 'domestic slave'. Domestic slaves were to clean the house, do chores, prepare and cook meals, or take care of the owner's children. In Ginger's case, she was never allowed outside of the house. In one instance, her defiance with a new owner resulted in her being forced to work all day, totally in the nude. Ginger was humiliated and shamed for an entire week. She was not allowed to dress and was punished more every time she attempted to cover herself. She continually tried to cover herself, but the cruel female owner would find ways to make Ginger do her chores, using both hands. That same owner thought that it was hilarious, when she forced Ginger to serve a dinner party of about 20 guests. Most of the women that attended the dinner party found Ginger to be very arousing, and had no concern about her obvious embarrassment. When the dinner party was over, several of the all female guests, remained at the owner's 'special' request. For the next several hours, Ginger was summoned from room to room, as a sexual favor for the guests. Ginger was not as receptive to the idea as the guests were. After several altercations, Ginger was drug to her quarters and beaten severely for her 'lack of sexual enthusiasm'. She remained chained in a dark room for several days.

The local slave auctions were more than aware of Ginger's reputation. When she was returned to the selling house where she was originally purchased, the current owner handed Ginger over to them, at no charge. She didn't even attempt to recoup any of her money. The auction house knew Ginger very well. She was immediately packaged up and shipped across country to an area, where no one would know of her history. 

Dr Sherry was more than wealthy and ran around with a very rich and influential group of women. Caren Sherry kept her business dealings private, with the exception of the cosmetics line and the medical clinic. Naturally, most of the local people didn't know about what went on at the milking facility, or of the doctor's 'rental' business. Most of Dr Sherry's friends had slaves and were more than aware of the doctor's stock of males. A lot of them had male slaves for personal needs, but also used female slaves for domestic and work around the owner's estate. Most of Dr Sherry's friends, and some very rich friends of theirs, took full advantage of the doctor's 'stable' of male slaves. With the money that these women had, picking and choosing males of their choice, for whatever occasion, was an everyday occurrence. It only depended on the occasion or their mood at the moment. Their moods were almost always, sexual. 

The doctor had been invited to a dinner party at one of her wealthy friend's house. Upon arriving she mingled with the other women and enjoyed their conversations. After awhile, she went into the kitchen for some more wine. Looking outside at the expansive grounds of the estate, she noticed a group of women, standing around a cage under a tree. As she continued to watch the cage, she noticed that there was movement inside. The doctor might mistreat some males, usually in a sexual manner, but never an animal. Concerned, she went outside for a closer look. As she got closer to the cage, she could see that it was a nude female, chained inside of the cage. The doctor could see that the female was very attractive but filthy. She was covered in dirt and mud; her hair matted and covered in leaves and twigs. Her crying was obvious, as the tears had run down her dirt-covered cheeks. The female guests seemed amused at the plight of the young woman. The one thing that stood out in the doctor's memory, were the bite marks on the girls breasts and inner thighs. With no way of knowing, she wondered if the bites were from an aggressive male slave, or possibly one of the women at the house. 

"Are you being punished?" the doctor asked softly as she knelt down on the grass next to the cage. The cage was barely large enough to contain the female. The doctor also wondered if the female slave was removed from the cage, seeing how the tree would only shade the cage, during a few hours of the day. The rest of the time, the cage was in full sunlight, and very hot. 

"I'm a doctor. Are you ok? Are you injured?" she asked sincerely, looking at the angry red welts where Ginger had been bitten. The bites were old enough that the ones on her inner thighs appeared to be infected. As sunburned as the female slave was, the doctor estimated that she had been outside for several days. As hot as it was during the daytime, the nights were actually very cold. The doctor found it odd that the girl was in such bad shape, but at the same time, obviously very aroused. Ginger was chained in such a way that her legs were open and her pussy swollen, the lips open and furled outward. The doctor made the same mistaken assumption that other women had made in the past. 

"I can help you," the doctor said, trying to get the fearful girl to talk to her. 

"I don't need anyone's help," she said in a low tone. The tears started to flow again, running down her streaked and dirty cheeks. 

The doctor stood up and walked away, returning to the main house. She quickly found the host, a woman who was a very good friend. Dr Sherry kept her patience without showing her anger, as the host told her how she had purchased Ginger as a domestic slave. According to the friend, she told Dr Sherry that the girl had been shipped into the area and sold, with no one knowing the girl's bad attitude and aggressive tendencies. She went onto say that she had only owned the girl for two months and that it had been the worst two months. As a last resort, she had tried to reason with the slave by chaining her nude in the cage as punishment. The host was very upset about being sold something that was damaged. The young female slave's condition was of no concern to her.

"That makes a lot of sense," the doctor replied to the story. She was barely holding her anger as she spoke with her now former friend. The doctor held her tongue and waited till the friend finished telling the entire story. Dr Sherry didn't hear anything that would suggest that Ginger could not be controlled. The doctor immediately made a very good offer for Ginger, saying that she would take her immediately, in her present condition. It was an offer of money, about two times the amount of what Ginger had cost. The friend hurriedly signed Ginger over to Dr Sherry before she changed her mind. Even as the paperwork was being signed, the doctor contacted her security personnel and had them come to the party. They were to immediately release Ginger and take her back to the facility. They were to get her cleaned up and fed and then placed in her own 'private' quarters. She would check on her later. 

The next day, the doctor went bright and early to the new female slave's room, finding Ginger still asleep. Entering the locked room, the doctor was amazed at the beauty of the new female that she had purchased. Ginger was absolutely gorgeous. She was sleeping peacefully, covered in clean sheets and blankets. That was probably the first time in a very long time that Ginger had slept peacefully or in clean sheets. Caren Sherry decided to let the young woman sleep more.

A few hours later, the doctor had security wake up the new slave and bring her to the clinic. When they arrived, Ginger's apprehension was obvious, as was her fear. She was definitely not subservient. Even in her fear, she was still showing an attitude of defiance. The doctor treated her kindly, asking her to remove her clothes. When Ginger resisted, the doctor explained to her that she was in a medical clinic and needed to be checked and examined. It was for her own health and welfare. The doctor told Ginger that the bite marks looked infected. Finally, Ginger consented and allowed the doctor to examine her. Nude, on the exam table, Ginger was fearful and quiet. The doctor again noticed the high state of arousal, the vaginal lips thick and open. Only at that time did the doctor figure out that it was not arousal, but just the way Ginger's body functioned. It was the way that she was built. It was obvious that she was definitely not aroused. The doctor treated Ginger, finding that she was in fair health, somewhat weakened from lack of food, and dehydrated. She treated the bite marks, giving Ginger an injection of antibiotics. As a last measure, and based on the overly sexual appeal that Ginger exhibited, the doctor took a blood test to make sure there were no sexually transmitted diseases. She was clean. Based on the way Ginger reacted to any person near her, the doctor refrained from doing any gynecological exams. She could do that later. Ginger was taken back to her room and allowed to stay there, unrestricted and unchained, for two days. It was a way of allowing Ginger to get her own thoughts together.




The New Slave Ch. 35



It was two days later when Caren had Ginger brought to her office. The effects of proper nourishment and sleep had a more than positive effect on Ginger. She was exactly what the doctor had seen, under all of the dirt, mud and grime. Gorgeous was an understatement. As she was escorted into the doctor's office, the doctor noticed that Ginger was a lot less apprehensive than on their first meeting. Ginger seemed relaxed but still guarded. Caren correctly estimated that Ginger had been through a lot.

The doctor talked to Ginger for a short time, trying to get her to relax. It was slow going. The doctor explained some of the aspects of the facility, making it clear to tell Ginger that there were quite a few males on the property. The doctor didn't go into any details about the facility, but told Ginger about the clinic, the horse farm, and the cosmetics line. She made it clear to Ginger that she was welcome there, but would have to behave herself. The doctor told Ginger that she didn't know that much about her background, but that it was a fresh start, here at the facility. Ginger seemed to relax a little, but was still defiant in her posture and body language.

The doctor explained that Ginger would be doing domestic work, around the house, the stables, and the clinic. She added that Ginger would start working around the facility, but didn't go into any details about the main facility. She would learn about it, soon enough. 

"There is only one thing that you are required to know. You will do what you're told, when you're told. It's very simple. Do you understand?" the doctor asked Ginger, firmly. Ginger nodded her head, but the defiance was still evident in her expression and her eyes. The doctor told her again, making sure that she understood.


"It's very simple. You'll do fine here, as long as you do what you're told. There are no second requests. Do you understand," the doctor said again. Ginger tried to smile, saying that she understood.

Immediately, the doctor assigned Ginger over to Lorin, to do whatever Lorin needed. Lorin was called and they were introduced. Lorin took Ginger with her and everything seemed fine. The doctor had plans of her own. It would take awhile, but in time, Ginger would make an excellent sex slave. The doctor could see the raw sexuality in her. With Ginger, the money would come flowing in for this female slave. The doctor had been running male slaves for rent, for some time. It was only recently that she had discovered the great demand for female sex slaves. The doctor thought that Ginger would be a natural at it. She also figured that Ginger might need some persuading. 

It took less than a week before Ginger was found in an old predicament. Since Ginger was helping Lorin, that meant that Ginger would be working in and around the facility. It didn't take her long to notice the vast array of males that were paraded around the halls of the facility. Most were either nude or covered by almost nothing. Ginger couldn't help but notice the moaning and gasping sounds, coming from behind locked doors. She knew better than to ask, but continued doing her job, wondering what exactly was happening in the facility. It was obvious to her that it was sexual, but she didn't know why or for what purpose. She didn't say anything to Lorin, nor did she ask the obvious questions. She found herself somewhat aroused, by the display of male sexuality that she saw daily. Some of the males were very aroused and very erect. And, several of them were very handsome. 

Having worked with the new female slave for just two days, Lorin called Ginger into her office and explained that the females that work at the facility are to dress in an arousing manner. This is to help the males that are being 'used' at the facility. Lorin would not go into any further detail, and Ginger wasn't asking. Lorin went on to explain, with almost no detail, the positions of security, trainers, and prep girls. She also told Ginger that there were several female slaves on the property. Ginger nodded, not understanding anything except that the females were doing something, involving the males. It wasn't clear, but what was clear was that Lorin was telling her to dress more provocatively. It was an old problem with Ginger. She immediately reminded Lorin that she did cooking and cleaning and that she didn't see any reason to expose herself. Lorin immediately did what she had been told to do: She didn't tell Ginger a second time. She called the doctor. 

After hearing what Lorin had to say, Doctor Sherry explained to Ginger nicely, that even though she wasn't involved with the male slaves, she would dress to help in their arousal. She didn't have to be nude or show any parts of her body, but she would dress in a more arousing manner. They would supply her with the necessary clothing. Ginger refused. The doctor tried again to get Ginger to agree, but again she refused. Ginger was adamant. She didn't see any need to wear revealing clothing. She might be a slave but she didn't have to dress in this manner. 

"I warned you once, you are to do what you're told and do it when you're told. We have been nice by explaining everything to you, but you're still refusing. Last chance. What's it going to be?" the doctor asked her.

"I'm not going to dress to arouse the males," Ginger stated defiantly.

"Ok, take her away," the doctor told Lorin. It had already been arranged. Lorin knew exactly what the next step was to be. It was extreme, but it was what the doctor wanted. Security was called and two officers arrived. They escorted Ginger to the male area of the facility. There, Ginger was stripped naked and placed in one of the male's locked quarters. The male immediately pounced on the gorgeous beauty and raped her. It was that quick. Ginger was left in the male's cell all of that evening and night, only to be taken out the next morning. She was bruised and aching, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was taken to her quarters and ordered to clean up and then report for her daily duties. Ginger silently did as she was told. She was only slightly hurt but she was a lot less defiant. 

When Ginger finished cleaning up in her small bathroom, she walked into her tiny room and saw that all of her clothes were gone. She had arrived at the doctor's facility with only a few things, but they were now gone. On her bed was a small plastic wrapped bundle. Opening it, she found a very skimpy amount of material, which she was shocked to find, was supposed to be four separate outfits for her to wear. Each outfit was a small amount of material, which looked like a loincloth for a female, complete with a tiny top. The material looked like very soft leather, or suede cloth. Each top and bottom had loose material, which could be tied in order to keep it on. The bottoms tied at the hip. The tops either tied over the shoulder or in the back. Ginger was shocked. These 'loincloths' were about as small as a bikini. With her body, they would barely cover her. She began to cry again as she put one of the outfits on. 

For a few days after the rape, Lorin and the doctor watched Ginger closely. The only difference in her behavior was that she was silent, talking to no one as she went about her duties. When the doctor questioned Lorin as to how Ginger was doing, Lorin seemed to show an unusual dislike for Ginger. The doctor couldn't' figure this one, since Lorin got along well with everyone. But there was something different between Lorin and Ginger. The doctor knew Lorin, but was also concerned about Ginger. Sooner or later, Ginger would make a very valuable and 'in demand' sex slave for the doctor. Dr Sherry knew that as soon as Ginger could be broken, she could begin her real training. She was hoping that it didn't destroy Ginger in the process. 

As before, it didn't take long for the strong willed Ginger to cross paths with Lorin. The doctor's rules had been simple, but not for Ginger. Lorin was beginning to push Ginger harder, almost as if she was trying to push her over the line. 

It had been ten days since the rape. Ginger had quickly recovered physically and had been doing well. She didn't question the 'new outfits' that had been given to her. Besides the staff at the facility, the males had even noticed the new female slave. Ginger's skimpy outfits identified her immediately as a slave. Everyone had noticed the gorgeous face and the barely covered body of Ginger. The doctor didn't hire any female that wasn't attractive or arousing in some way. The very least attractive female at the facility was just plain good looking. Ginger stood out far above the most arousing and beautiful women that paraded around the facility daily. Even the security officers were arousing and attractive. 

It was early in the morning and Ginger was in her small quarters, getting ready for her daily duties. She had just gotten cleaned up and came out of the tiny bathroom to find Lorin waiting on her. 

"I have something new for you," she said with a big grin on her face. As gorgeous as Lorin was, she was no match for Ginger's looks. It may have been possible, that even Lorin knew that. The doctor never knew why Lorin hated Ginger so much. Ginger just stared at Lorin, as she clutched at the towel around her body. 

"You have been doing so well with your duties, I thought that I would give you something nice to wear," Lorin said sarcastically. She held up a tiny suede material loincloth that was obviously smaller than the original four that Ginger wore. Ginger glanced at her small desk area and saw that her four outfits were gone. 

"Come on. Put this one on, let's see how you look," Lorin said, smiling devilishly. The new outfit looked more like a washcloth than something to be worn. Silently, Ginger took the tiny outfit and began to put it on. It was almost a joke, as she tied the bottoms at her hip. Glaring at Lorin, Ginger put the top on, tying it in the back. Ginger looked down at herself, attempting several times to adjust and readjust the skimpy piece of material. It didn't even begin to fit her. 

"It looks fabulous on you. It shows all of the right parts," Lorin said laughing. 

Ginger was mortified as she looked at her body in the mirror. She didn't have to see it, to know that it didn't cover her. Standing up straight, her pussy lips were fully exposed, obvious below the bottom of the loincloth. She could only imagine what could be seen from the rear. The top didn't even begin to cover her, the edge of the top being at least 2 inches below her nipples. There was no way to adjust the outfit, where it could even begin to cover her. The less than a bikini top only served to push her large breasts up and outward. Ginger was humiliated, her face burning and turning red. She couldn't bear to look into the mirror. 

"You look great. Everyone is going to love this new look," Lorin said, laughing out loud. "This will be your new outfit for working in the facility. Don't worry about your old ones; I got rid of them for you. I'll get you a few more, just like this one, today. You'll get use to it," Lorin said, glaring at Ginger. Lorin made sure to let the slave see her obvious stare at her exposed nipples. There was no way that they couldn't be noticed. They were sticking out, well past the soft fabric. 

"No fucking way," Ginger said, glaring at Lorin. 

"Sweetie, is that a refusal?" Lorin said as she smiled. 

"You bitch! Yes, it's a refusal," Ginger said in a low growl. There was no way that she was going to be humiliated like this. "I'll go nude before I wear this," she said.

"Ok, have it your way. You've been warned before," Lorin said as she stepped to the locked door. Opening the door, she reached outside for a wall phone. She immediately summoned security to Ginger's room.

"No second requests, remember? You do what you're told, when you're told," Lorin said, grinning. Ginger had reacted to the skimpy loincloth, just as Lorin knew that she would. Lorin was having a great day. She had previously alerted security that there might be a problem with Ginger. They were only seconds away when she called them.



The New Slave Ch. 36



Chapter 36, Ginger Breaks

Security arrived with seconds. Ginger was standing in the center of the room, glaring at Lorin. Lorin was just standing in the doorway, smiling. Both of the security officers were shocked when they saw Ginger. She was obviously furious, her face an angry red, her fists clenched her legs slightly parted. It was obvious that she was ready to fight. But what shocked the security officers was the outfit that Ginger was wearing. Everyone was use to seeing scantily clad females around the facility. The two officers could easily see Ginger's semi parted pussy lips and nipples. Her outfit didn't even begin to cover her. Both of them were more than familiar with the unwritten rule of wearing clothing that would arouse males. Everyone at the facility knew how the doctor wanted to keep the males continuously aroused. But this outfit was way past what was normally seen around the facility. On a rare occasion, you might see a female employee in the hallway, going a little farther by taking her top off. But that was only when she was trying to prepare a male, getting him 'ready' for a training session. It was called a 'tease'. 

"No second chances," Lorin said with a big smile. "She says she'd rather go nude than wear that outfit. Don't you think she looks great?" Lorin said, laughing. Both of the security officers were surprised at Lorin. No one at the facility would wear anything like what Ginger was wearing. It obviously didn't cover her. If not for Ginger's obvious anger, the officers thought that it might be some kind of joke. 

"Strip her and take her to male housing." Lorin told the officers. They immediately approached Ginger, ready for the fight. Ginger relaxed, almost going limp. The officers stepped up to her.

"I have no problem with you," she said softly to the two officers looking hopefully at them. Ginger had been a police officer. She hoped that the two female officers would be sympathetic to what was being done to her. The two officers quickly undid the ties of Ginger's top and bottom, letting them fall to the floor. The may have been sympathetic, but they weren't paid enough money to go against Lorin.

"You cunt. Why are you doing this to me?" Ginger said, the fury obvious in her voice.

"Cunt? You think I'm the cunt? You're the one that is going to be a cunt. Whether you like it or not, you're going to be a sex slave. One way or another," Lorin said, wheeling around in the doorway. Her anger was more than obvious. Her face was blood red and she was moving quickly toward Ginger. Ginger wasn't afraid of Lorin and took about a half step back ready to defend herself. 

"You've been fucking with me since I got here. What have you got against me? And another thing, I'll never be a sex slave. You can bet your sweet ass on that," Ginger said. Both of the security officers stepped in closer, knowing that a fight was about to start. Ginger was completely nude and didn't care. She had been wanting this chance since she first met Lorin. Ginger was just mad enough that she would kick Lorin's ass, once and for all. 

"Wait outside. This shouldn't take long," Lorin ordered the two officers. They immediately left the room, shutting and locking the door behind them. They were both hoping that Lorin was about to learn a lesson, a very hard lesson.

"I haven't even begun to fuck with you. And in case you haven't figured it out yet, you WILL be a sex slave, one way or another. And believe me, I will bet my sweet ass on that. In case no one told you, you were purchased to be a sex slave. The doctor thinks that you're something special. In time, that pussy of yours is going to be a sperm bank for the male slaves. And when not in male use, the rich bitches will have a field day with you. You'd better learn to like it. Face it, your body was built to be used," Lorin said with a sneer, stepping in closer to Ginger. 

"Over my dead body," Ginger said defiantly. She was only about 3 feet from Lorin, her fist pulled back behind her to strike. It had been long enough that she had forgotten most of her police training. Never telegraph your punch. She never saw it coming as Lorin kicked out hard with her entire leg, her foot striking Ginger squarely between her legs. The toe of her shoe struck Ginger in the tender fleshy area of her pussy, the arch crashing hard into her pubic bone. Ginger was lifted up off of her feet, immediately dropping to her knees. The pain shot up and outward through her vaginal vault and up into her stomach. Ginger couldn't catch her breath and felt like she was going to throw up. 

"I thought you were suppose to be tough. You were a cop, weren't you? Must have been a cop in a very small town," Lorin said, slowly maneuvering around Ginger. Ginger was gasping for breath on her knees supporting herself with one hand. Her other hand was clutched between her legs. The moans coming from Ginger let Lorin know that the kick had been a direct hit. Ginger turning pale white was another clue. 

"Oh, come on. It didn't hurt that bad. Are you ok? Ginger, are you ok?" Lorin said, a sympathetic tone in her voice. For just a second, Ginger thought that Lorin was actually concerned. "Are you ok? Let me look. Let me see if you're ok?" Lorin said softly. At the same time, Lorin quickly reached out and grabbed a handful of Ginger's thick hair, jerking her head back. 

"Spread your legs," Lorin commanded the injured Ginger. Ginger was still on her knees, moaning, being held up by Lorin's grasp of her hair. "Open your legs," Lorin commanded again, jerking hard on the handful of hair. Ginger slowly moved her knees apart, opening herself up. "Farther, open your legs farther," Lorin growled at the pained Ginger. 

"See, you're already learning to be a sex slave. You hear the words 'spread' and you just open your legs wide," Lorin laughed as she pulled her leg back to strike. This time she kicked harder as her foot again landed squarely between Ginger's outstretched legs. Again, Ginger was completely lifted up off of the floor. Lorin let go of the handful of hair, watching excitedly as Ginger fell back on the floor, both hands clutching the injury between her legs. 

"You stupid bitch. With a body like yours, you should be fucking and sucking all day. You could have it so good but you don't want to listen. What is it? Is it your morals, your ethics, your upbringing?" Lorin said with a laugh. "Whatever it is, you don't get it. You don't have a choice," she said, kneeling down beside the writhing Ginger. Ginger's pain was obvious. She was moaning, pale white, both hands clutched between her legs. The pain was making her vision blurry and she thought she was going to pass out. The fear of passing out was now more than the fear of throwing up. She couldn't catch her breath.

"Roll over," Lorin commanded Ginger. Ginger was on her side, writhing on the floor with her hands pushed between her legs. "I said roll over."

"Please, just leave me here," Ginger begged between gasps for air, slowly rolling over on her back. 

"Roll over you bitch," Lorin said one last time before grabbing another handful of hair and jerking Ginger's head back. Ginger immediately tried to grab at Lorin's hand. As Lorin pulled harder on Ginger's hair, Ginger pulled both hands up to fend off Lorin's grip. With Lorin kneeling beside Ginger, the next move was quick and easy. As Ginger struggled to get Lorin's hand from her hair, Lorin pushed her free hand up between Ginger's legs. In a fraction of a second, Lorin crammed her middle finger deep into Ginger's already injured pussy. 

"Unnnggghhh, Stop. You're hurting me," Ginger begged. The tears began to flow freely down Ginger's pained face. Lorin just smiled, keeping her one hand holding Ginger's hair jerked back while her other hand pushed further up into the dry tender vaginal canal. 

"For someone who looks so aroused, you're awfully dry," Lorin smirked, pushing harder with her finger. 

Within a few seconds, Lorin pushed a second finger hard, into Ginger. She had her fingers pushed as far as possible into Ginger's dry sex. Ginger had been writhing in pain before this, but now she was in even more pain. Lorin ground her fingers in deeper, twisting them from side to side. 

"As tight as you are, you're going to be very popular around here," Lorin said laughing. You're going to be a sex slave, so you'd better get use to this." She pushed harder on her hand, forcing her fingers a little deeper. Ginger jerked as the pain shot up into her stomach. 

"I'm not sure, but I think that you might even like this," Lorin said, grinning at Ginger. Saying that, she started to push a third finger into the tender stretched opening. Ginger jerked hard as she felt the third finger begin to painfully invade her. 

"Unnnggghhh, Ohhhhhh, NO!" Ginger begged as Lorin jerked the handful of hair back harder. The third finger slowly pushed into Ginger. By now, Ginger's body was shaking and the tears were pouring down her cheeks. The pain had gotten bad enough that Ginger had let go of Lorin's hands and were now clasped around the hand between her legs. 

"Let go or I'll really hurt you. Move your hands. Move your hands," Lorin said softly. It was obvious to both of them that Lorin had total control over Ginger. Ginger pulled back both hands momentarily, then started to grab at Lorin's hand again as the pain increased. Lorin just pushed harder into Ginger's pussy and immediately Ginger pulled her own hands back. There was nothing she could do to free herself. 

"Now that I have your attention, let me tell you how it's going to be. You were bought to be a sex slave. Understand?" Lorin said quietly, her face only inches from Ginger's tear stained face. Lorin was having no difficulty in controlling Ginger. All she had to do was move her fingers and Ginger would comply. "As a sex slave, you will do everything that you're told to do. Understand?" Lorin said softly and slowly. When Ginger didn't answer, Lorin curled her fingers upward, inside of Ginger, then jerked her hand upward. Jerking her fingers up as she did, Lorin lifted Ginger's butt completely off of the floor. Ginger's eyes opened wide, the fear and pain obvious on her face. 

"Do you understand?" Lorin said again, in a soft voice. Ginger was in enough pain that she was struggling to stay conscious. She quickly nodded her head indicating a yes. Lorin immediately released some of the pressure, allowing Ginger's butt back down to the floor. "I'm not hearing you," Lorin said, jerking her hand upward again, bringing Ginger's hips up off the floor. Ginger's eyes flashed open, then flickered slightly, as if she was going to pass out. 

"Yes," I understand, Ginger moaned. 

"Good. You are going to be a sex slave and you're going to enjoy it. I don't care either way but you're going to learn to like it. That pussy of yours is going to be used for only two things. It's either a sperm trap or a tongue rest. The males will unload in you and the women can play kissey with your pussy. Either way, you'll do what you're told. Do you understand?" Lorin said, her breath hot on Ginger's face. 

"I understand," Ginger cried out. The pain was almost too much to bear. 

"Good. I might even let you start with me first," Lorin said as her fingers dug deeper into the already pained pussy. "I have a feeling that you and I would have a lot of fun together, your face buried between my thighs. Don't you think?" Lorin said laughing quietly. 

"Yes," Ginger moaned, her eyes fluttering to stay conscious. Lorin just stared at her for a moment, then jerked her hand again, upward. This time was harder than the previous times. Ginger's hips and back came completely off of the floor as Lorin jerked upward. "Good, we have an understanding," Lorin hissed as Ginger went limp and passed out. Seeing that Ginger was unconscious, Lorin slowly pulled her fingers out of the tight opening. Looking at them, she could see fresh blood covering her fingers.

"You stupid bitch," Lorin said to the unconscious Ginger. She then leaned in closer and kissed her softly on the lips. She then brought her fingers up to her nose and sniffed them. "Ummm, I might even do you myself," she said with a laugh. Lorin then smeared her bloody fingers across Ginger's face, wiping them off. Lorin got up from the floor and brushed herself off. Ginger was laying on the floor, nude, obviously passed out. Lorin quickly spread Ginger's legs open and looked between her thighs. There was only a small amount of blood around the vaginal opening. 

"Come on. Wake up," Lorin said, leaning down and slapping Ginger across the face. She slapped her several times, till Ginger started to groggily come to. "Sit up, time for you to continue your lesson. You're doing so good for a new student," she said laughing at the groggy Ginger. Lorin pulled Ginger to her feet and pushed her back onto the small bed. Lorin pushed Ginger's legs back together and smoothed down her matted and tangled hair. Getting a tissue, she wiped away the tearstains and blood on her cheeks and threw the tissue away. Ginger tried to sit up and was beginning to come around. Lorin went to the door, unlocked it and opened it. Both officers were standing in the hall, unaware of what had happened inside. Both were disappointed when they saw that Lorin was still standing. 

"Ok, we're ready. We've come to an understanding," Lorin told the officers. They came in and observed Ginger sitting on her bed. They knew that something had happened, seeing a slight trace of blood on Ginger's face. 

"Ginger, Ginger. I thought you would have learned the last time. Guess you're a slow leaner," Lorin said with a laugh. "Go ahead and get her out of here. We're taking her over to the men's area," Lorin told the officers. The officers went over to Ginger and helped her up from the bed. She had now fully come around and was just glaring at Lorin. The officers noticed that Ginger was stumbling somewhat, keeping her legs tightly together. 

Security escorted Ginger down the hall while everyone stopped what they were doing to watch. There were many gorgeous and attractive females working at the facility, but even some of them were envious of Ginger's looks. 

Ginger was lead through the building and outside, where she was walked over to the men's quarters. Being nude and barefooted, everyone that saw her knew what her punishment was. Lorin had already planned it out, immediately walking up to one particular locked room. The first time that Ginger was punished, Lorin actually had to find a male that was in his room, before throwing Ginger in with him. This time, Lorin already knew which male she wanted. As she approached the locked door, even the security officers were getting ready for the fight. They all knew that it was the room of one of the worst male slaves at the facility. This particular male was an animal. He was also very large, his cock being about 10 inches long, with average thickness. Security was more than familiar with this male slave. The doctor had originally purchased him for high paying women with a 'particular taste' in longer male endowment. It was soon evident that he couldn't be rented out, because of his rough sexual urges and his aggressiveness. He was literally, an animal. 

"Here you go Ginger. You're going to enjoy this one," she said with a laugh. Lorin quickly opened the door but immediately jumped back. The male was already at the door, waiting on them. He was huge, over 6'2 and muscled at around 230 pounds. He was holding his hard cock in his hand, slowly rubbing it. He had a big smile on his face as soon as he saw the handcuffed Ginger. 

"Enjoy," Lorin said to the male. Security quickly took the cuffs off of Ginger and pushed her toward the door. She started to resist as soon as she saw the big male. 

"Now Ginger, you remember what we talked about? You go in there and have some fun. Consider this a training session," Lorin said with a smirk. 

"No, wait. Lorin, please don't do this. Please," Ginger said pleadingly. Big tears were beginning to run down her cheeks. She was holding onto the door, trying to keep from being pushed into the room. The male even stepped back, giving them room to push the struggling Ginger into his room. His cock seemed to have gotten bigger, the full length and thickness now pushing far out past his jerking fist. He was rubbing it harder, and smiling. He couldn't take his eyes off of Ginger. 

"NO, NO, NO…. Please…..!" Ginger wailed as the door shut behind her. Throwing her inside, the officers had quickly shut and locked the door behind them. Neither of them would look at Lorin, who now was laughing out loud. 

"Wonder who will enjoy themselves the most?" Lorin said as she started down the hall. The two security officers looked back at the locked door several times. They could hear Ginger crying and begging and other sounds that they didn't want to think about. They heard a loud bump that sounded like someone being thrown against a wall. They could also hear her now muffled cries as something was forced into her mouth. They hoped that it wasn't what they thought. Both officers were horrified, but quietly followed behind Lorin as she left the building. Security was in no position to argue with Lorin. 

Lorin was smart enough to not push her luck with the doctor. Punishment was one thing, but what she was doing to Ginger was way past what the doctor would allow. Since Ginger had been put into the male's room in the morning, Lorin waited till just after lunchtime to have security go in and get her out. She figured that 4 or 5 hours of sexual indulgences might help Ginger see the light. It was only a few minutes later when the security officers called Lorin, telling her to come to the male's quarters. She quickly responded to security's request. Lorin didn't like the tone of the officer's voice on the phone

"What's wrong?" she said, quickly entering the double locked doorway of the male quarters. She wasn't too worried, but almost thrilled to think that her little 'attitude adjustment' might have had an effect on Ginger. No one ever knew why, but Lorin hated Ginger. 

"When we got here, it was quiet. Very quiet," the one security officer whispered to Lorin. "We went ahead and entered, and looked around. That's when we figured you needed to see this," the officer said, almost glaring at Lorin. Most of the security personnel didn't like Lorin. They didn't like it, but they followed her orders, right or wrong. 

"And?" Lorin said impatiently. Most of the security officers really pissed her off, especially their boss, Rachel. 

"See for yourself," the officer said. She unlocked the door and stepped back. Lorin stepped up to the door and peered into the darkened room. As her eyes adjusted, she could see the male asleep on his bed. Over in the corner was Ginger, sitting upright, her back against the corner walls, her head down on her knees. Lorin turned, glancing at the security personnel. 

"Oh, it's safe. You can go in. He's sleeping deeply," the security officer said in a sarcastic low tone. 

Lorin stepped into the room, her eyes adjusting to the dark. The male was asleep on the bed, an obvious huge erection sticking up from between his legs. As her eyes adjusted, Lorin could see that there was blood all over his long cock and around his pubic area and thighs. He apparently wasn't injured, his snoring indicating that he was in a deep sleep. Lorin turned, giving a closer look to Ginger. She was sitting propped up against the wall, in the corner, her eyes wide open. She had her knees pulled up against her chest, her arms clasped tightly around them. It was dark enough that Lorin couldn't see Ginger that well, but Ginger's mental state was obvious. 

"Ginger. Ginger! Are you ok? Stand up. Let me look at you," Lorin said quickly going over to Ginger. Ginger didn't move, but continued the blank stare at the floor. Lorin was immediately worried, not about Ginger, but about her own status with the doctor. 




The New Slave Ch. 36



"Get her up," Lorin commanded the officers. They both slowly walked over to Ginger, gently pulling her up from the floor. They were softly talking to her, trying to get her to respond. Ginger resisted, jerking away from them as they tried to get her to her feet. Ginger was panic stricken, pulling away desperately from them. She was in great fear. Both officers knelt down, softly talking to her, comforting her, trying to get her to 'come back'. They finally got her up on her feet, leading her to the door. Outside the room, she collapsed to the floor. 

"How is she?" Lorin asked, a worried look starting to spread across her face. Both of the officers turned, glaring at Lorin.

"What do you think?" the one officer snapped back. In the light of the hallway, it was obvious that Ginger was in bad shape. Her mouth and both eyes were swollen from repeated blows to them. Her mouth and nose were covered in blood; a large gash ran from above her left eyebrow down to below her left eye. Her breasts were severely bruised and there was blood smeared between her inner thighs and down her knees. She had been savagely raped and beaten. There was a blank, glazed over look in her eyes. She was conscious but not responding to them. 

"Get her to the clinic, now!" Lorin barked at them. Lorin was worried. For just a brief moment, she felt sorry for Ginger, but then she changed back to being worried about herself. "Hurry!" Lorin commanded.

Ginger was rushed over to the clinic, escorted and partly carried by the two security officers. Lorin followed silently behind. Doctor Sherry had already been contacted by security when they first entered the male slave's room. She was waiting for them in the clinic. All she knew was that a female had been injured. It only took a couple of minutes to get Ginger to the clinic.

"What the fuck happened?" the doctor yelled when she saw Ginger. The security officers were actually carrying Ginger into the exam room. Neither of them answered, both turning and looking at the pale white Lorin. The two officers helped Ginger up onto an exam table. She now appeared to be more unconscious than conscious. Her entire body was limp. 

"Well…..?" the doctor yelled, glaring at Lorin. It was obvious to the doctor that the two officers wanted Lorin to tell the story. It wasn't their fault, but they wanted to make sure the blame went where it was deserved. 

"She disobeyed me, again," Lorin stammered. "I gave her a new outfit to wear and she refused to wear it," Lorin tried to say, almost pleadingly. "I was trying to help you, with the male arousal. Her outfit would have been very arousing," Lorin said, almost with a smile. 

"I understand that, but what the hell happened to her?" the doctor said, looking at Ginger laid out on the table. The doctor was waiting to hear an explanation from Lorin, but giving Ginger's eyes and facial injuries a quick exam. She hadn't even noticed the blood between her legs yet. The gash across the eye was deep and was the most obvious injury.

"As a punishment, I put her with a male slave for a little while. I thought it would help her attitude," Lorin said, almost as if trying to convince herself. 

"Tell her which male," the security officer said from across the room. Dr Sherry just glared at the officer. She immediately knew which male the officer was referring to. He had been a problem since the day he was purchased. He would be sold before the day was over. 

"You did what?" the doctor said, staring at Lorin. "You can leave now," the doctor said softly to the two officers. "And, thank you," she said as they turned to leave. Dr Sherry knew the officers and she knew what they were thinking. She felt sorry for them, knowing that they sometimes got caught up in what higher-ups wanted them to do. 

"You put Ginger with that animal?" the doctor said, waiting for the two officers to leave the room. The doctor's anger was obvious. She was furious. 

"I thought that it would help. I made it clear to her that she was purchased to be a sex slave,.. ," Lorin said, her words trailing off. 

"You've gone way too far this time. I should fire you right now. He could have killed her," the doctor said. She was furious, and she was more than concerned about Ginger. It wasn't that Ginger could become such a moneymaker for her, but that Ginger was a human being. Having slaves and making a fortune was one thing, but this was way beyond what the doctor allowed. The doctor never wanted anyone to get hurt. Lorin turned, as if to say something. The doctor's glare stopped her. She immediately turned and began to leave. Dr Sherry just watched silently as Lorin quickly and quietly left the room.

Dr Sherry immediately began to examine Ginger's injuries. With Ginger being unconscious, the doctor hurriedly examined her, hoping to avoid further pain that the exam would do. Before Ginger came to, the doctor had finished her exam and had even put stitches above Ginger's left eyebrow and below her eye on the cheek. As good as the doctor was, Ginger would always have an obvious scar across her left eye, to remind her of her education that day. The other injuries would heal in time. There were no broken bones or real damage to her face, besides the injury to her eye. Her breasts were severely bruised and scratched, but would heal in a few days. The doctor worried about the vaginal injuries. Ginger had bruising and tearing in her vaginal walls. In time, she would have a full physical recovery. It was the mental recovery that Caren worried about. 

Dr Sherry had given Ginger a heavy sedative that would help her relax and sleep. The doctor just sat next to her, watching her. In a short time, Ginger began to come to. The sedative would kick in soon, but not yet. She was conscious, but would soon drift off to a very deep sleep.

"How do you feel?" the doctor said softly, gently stroking Ginger's long dark hair. Ginger didn't answer. She just closed her eyes and looked away, tears beginning to run down her cheeks. 

"You're going to be ok. Nothing that a little sleep and rest won't take care of," the doctor said, lying to her. Physically she would be fine. Her mental state might not ever be the same. Ginger just stared off into the corner of the room. 

"Lorin told me what happened. I will deal with her later. But right now, you need to rest. She won't be bothering you again. She said that she told you about being a sex slave," the doctor said softly, watching Ginger closely as she spoke. "I had wanted to wait awhile before giving you that choice. I thought in time, you would change your opinion of the idea. With your body and your looks, you'd be in great demand. It's not what you think it is. As a sex slave, everything would be different for you. Your life would be so much different. You'd receive all kinds of benefits, for only a few hours of work. You'd be living a lot better life, better conditions, and more freedom. You'd always sleep in clean sheets, have better food, and receive gifts from your admirers. And believe me, you will have many many admirers," the doctor said, her gaze moving down the covered nude form or Ginger. Even as she spoke, the doctor knew that her words were falling on deft ears. 

Ginger turned her eyes to the corner again. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she lay staring out of a window. 

"Think about it. Your life would be fun. You'd be in such demand that I could arrange dates with only the richest women. I'd pick and choose your dates, making sure that nothing happened to you. It would be a life of luxury for you," the doctor continued, picking her words carefully. She knew that Ginger was damaged, and was trying to make it all sound so wonderful. Ginger knew better. Any way you looked at it, it was slavery and it was sex. For the first time in her life, she saw her beauty as a curse. It was already her downfall. As she saw it, her body and her looks resulted in her now laying in a hospital bed. She had done nothing wrong and didn't deserve what her life was giving her. 

"But, on the other hand, you were purchased for a specific purpose. As soon as I saw you, I knew what your purpose here would be. You now understand what that purpose is. If you choose not to, then I will have no choice but to sell you. I'm sorry, but I do understand business, and the bottom line is that your choice is your future. I like you a lot. But I am a business person," the doctor said, watching Ginger's eyes closely. Ginger didn't answer, but continued sobbing softy, looking out the window. Her choice was already made. She knew that if she were sold again, it would be back to the life that resulted in this moment. Her life would have to change and she was the only one that could control that change, even if it was only a small amount of control. Anything would be better than her life as it was. 

"You don't have to decide now. Think about it. You'll be in here for a few days, with plenty of time to think. I'm sure you'll make the right choice," the doctor said hopefully. She stood up, watching Ginger carefully. Ginger only stared out the window, pulling the blankets up tightly around her body. Her decision was already made. 

"I'll check in on you later. Just sleep for now," the doctor said as she went to the door. It was obvious that Ginger was quickly dropping off into a heavily sedated sleep, but the tears were still flowing from her swollen eyes. Her left eye was covered in bandages.



The New Slave Ch. 37



Chapter 37, The Suffering

Ginger had been in the medical clinic at the facility for almost ten days. During that time, she had not spoken a single word. The doctor was more than worried. She knew that Ginger's mental state had deteriorated. At the very least she was eating and had gotten up from her bed. Ginger's injuries had healed to most extent. She still had nine stitches in the area of her eye, but would be removed soon. The stitches were over her left eye and also just below her eye, on her cheek. It was obvious to the doctor that there would always be a scar. Most of the time Ginger could be seen just staring out the window, bundled up in her blanket, as if hiding herself. The doctor tried over and over to talk with Ginger, but Ginger wasn't responding. She had withdrawn to her own world. 

On the eleventh day, the doctor entered Ginger's room and was shocked to see Ginger standing in front of a full-length mirror, totally nude. It looked as if Ginger were studying herself in the mirror. She was actually posing for herself in sexually suggestive ways. The doctor watched as Ginger turned from side to side, posing and watching herself. Then Ginger would turn sideways, studying the outline of her full breasts, flat stomach and long legs. At one point, Ginger faced the mirror and slightly parted her legs, obviously studying what she saw from her waist down. 

"Ginger? Are you ok?" the doctor asked, announcing her presence. Ginger turned to her, an odd smile on her face. 

"I'm fine. Matter of fact, I'm great. How about you?" Ginger said with a bright smile. This was a Ginger that no one had ever seen. It was as if nothing had ever happened. 

"What were you doing?" the doctor asked her. 

"Nothing, just looking," she said. What immediately caught the doctor's attention was the dull and lifeless look in Ginger's eyes. There was no sparkle or shine that had been so obvious in her eyes before the rape. It was if the real Ginger had left. She was still moving, but there was no life in her eyes. Ginger continued the odd smile, almost as if her face had been molded to that odd smile. 

"Sit down, we need to talk," the doctor said walking over to Ginger's bed. 

"Great. I need to talk to you. I've decided what I want to do. I like it here and want to stay. I'm ready to do whatever you want me to do, whenever you want me to do it," Ginger said in almost a monotone. It sounded eerily like what the doctor and Lorin had been telling Ginger, just prior to the rape. "I'm ready to be a sex slave. If that's what you want me to do," Ginger added, the weird smile still on her face. "I'm here to please you, Lorin, or anyone that you want," she said softly. 

"Ginger. You don't have to decide right now. There's plenty of time. Right now you need bed rest," the doctor said watching her carefully. The doctor was almost scared at what she was seeing. It wasn't Ginger. 

"Oh, I need a bed all right, but not for rest. You probably didn't know, but I have lead a pretty sheltered life. I think it's about time to have some fun. I've been missing out on a lot. You and Lorin helped me to figure that out," Ginger said. Ginger came over to the bed and plopped down on it. Sitting down didn't bother the doctor, but Ginger's body posture bothered her a lot. Ginger sat with one knee pulled up on the bed and her other leg fully extended to the floor. Sitting this way, Ginger's pussy was fully exposed. She didn't seem to mind that she was completely open to view. This wasn't the normal Ginger. And, as always, Ginger's spread vaginal lips gave the impression of extreme arousal. 

"Ginger, we'll do whatever you'd like. You can decide at any time, what you'd like to do. You need some time," she said. "After everything you've been through, you have a home here. You can do whatever it is you like," the doctor added sincerely.

"I'm ready now. I've waited long enough. Don't you think that I'd make a good sex slave?" Ginger said, her fingers trailing down between her legs. To the doctor's surprise, Ginger began to gently rub her pussy lips. "Lorin said that my body was built for sex, maybe she's right," Ginger said, looking down excitedly as her fingers began to arouse her. She was beginning to get obviously wet. 

In actuality, the doctor never had any intention of selling Ginger. With the abuse that Ginger had suffered, before her arrival at the facility, and after her arrival, the very least she could do was supply Ginger with a safe and comfortable place to live. She sincerely liked Ginger, and didn't want to see her suffer anymore.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure you're ready?" the doctor asked, the concern obvious in her voice. The doctor knew that Ginger was physically healthy enough to leave the clinic, but it was her mental state that bothered the doctor. Ginger wasn't acting like the Ginger that Caren knew. 

"I'm ready right now," Ginger said, slowly trailing a fingernail up one of her unfurled pussy lips. She had a large amount of her wetness, coating her finger. She held it up for the doctor to see. She just grinned at the doctor. Again, the doctor saw that Ginger's eyes were dull and lifeless. Physically, Ginger was in good condition. Her eyes were equal and reactive, her balance stable and coordinated. She knew that Ginger had no brain damage from her beating, but she also knew that Ginger wasn't acting right. 

"Ok. If that's what you want. We'll introduce you gradually into it. I have a friend that you should meet. Do you think that you're up for a date?" the doctor asked quietly, studying Ginger's reaction. 

"Will there be sex involved?" Ginger said innocently, an odd grin on her face. 

"Probably. I have a friend that just called this morning. She needs a dinner date for a party that is being held tonight. You're just what she's looking for. I know that you'd have fun," the doctor said, knowing full well that her close and very rich friend would definitely initiate sex with Ginger before the night was out. Ginger would be a dream comes true for the rich friend. She also knew the friend well enough to know that it would be a gentle introduction as a sex slave for Ginger. 

"Great. I'm ready," Ginger quickly replied with a big smile. For just a moment, the doctor thought that Ginger's eyes were beginning to tear up. 

"Are you sure you're ok with this?" the doctor asked softly.

"Ok with this? I'm more than ok with it. Can't you tell?" Ginger said, looking down at the wetness beginning to seep out of her pussy. 

"I'll have some prep girls come get you shortly, they'll help you get ready," the doctor told Ginger, watching her face closely. The lifeless eyes were still obvious, but Ginger was more than animated. She was almost too animated. It was as if she was responding mechanically or robotically.

Susan, the doctor's friend, was very rich and had been a friend of the doctor's for several years. She was a 'regular' when it came to renting female slaves, from the doctor. She was several years younger than Ginger but would make for a good introduction. 

Soon after the doctor left, two young prep girls arrived to help Ginger get ready for her date. At the facility, there were different words that were used to explain a session of planned sex. If a male slave was being sent out for a night with a rich woman, it was referred to as a rental. If a female slave was going out for a night of sex, it was referred to as a date. The doctor thought that the word date sounded much nicer than what it actually was … prostitution. Males were rented and females went on dates. And if any of the staff at the facility wanted to spend time with a male or female slave, then that was referred to as an appointment. Ginger was going on her first date. 

The two very talkative young prep girls took Ginger to the prep area. Ginger was immediately surprised at how the prep girls treated her. They were friendly, helpful, and treated her as if she was a celebrity or someone special. Inside the prep area, they helped her into the shower and continued talking excitedly to her as if they were all going to a high school prom. The prep area was not what Ginger was use to seeing. It was a beautifully tiled room, complete with a luxury glassed shower, oversized Jacuzzi tub, and lavish sitting area. There were many luxuriant and beautiful area rugs, soft lighting, and was stocked with expensive towels, soaps, and fragrances. There was nothing that Ginger could want for. Both of the prep girls continued chatting excitedly with Ginger as she enjoyed the long hot shower.

Finishing her shower, one of the prep girls helped Ginger into a robe that probably cost more than Ginger made in a month, in her old days. The girl led Ginger to a make-up room where she was even more shocked. Laid out in front of her was a vast assortment of make-ups and accessories to help her in getting prepared for a date. The room itself was luxuriant with plush chairs and couches, wall hangings and area rugs. The room reminded Ginger of a luxury resort spa that she had seen advertised, years ago. Ginger couldn't believe the expense that had gone into this area of the facility. 

Both of the prep girls sat and talked with Ginger while she put her make up on. She hadn't realized it, but it had been a lifetime since she had worn any make up. Her hair was done up, with help from the prep girls. Looking into the mirror, even Ginger was shocked at what she looked like. The prep girls were ooing and ahhing over her, telling her how beautiful she looked. She did look very beautiful. 

"I don't know what you'd like, but you have plenty of choices," the prep girl said from behind Ginger. Turning, Ginger was shocked to see the prep girl holding a half dozen different evening gowns. Each one was more beautiful than the last, exquisite materials and very expensive. Naturally, each dress was very revealing and sexy. "In the other room, you can pick out whatever shoes you'd like to go with the gown," the other girl added. It was obvious to them that Ginger was overwhelmed with the entire prep area. Ginger hadn't been treated this well, even before her life changed so drastically. 

The prep girls were sincere in the flattering compliments to Ginger. Ginger was truly gorgeous. Everyone thought that she had been beautiful before, but now, she was unbelievably gorgeous. Amongst the vast array of make up, was a large assortment of perfumes. For the first time in years, Ginger put perfume on. It was a scent that she had last worn, on dates with her fiancé. She wasn't sure if her distant memories were slowly killing her or helping her to survive.

"If there's anything that you need, just ask," the one prep girl told Ginger sincerely. 

"There is one thing. Panties. I don't have anything on, underneath," Ginger said somewhat embarrassed. She was totally nude, underneath the gorgeous gown that she had selected. 

"Panties. You won't need any panties," the prep girl said laughing. "Besides, they'll be coming off pretty quick," the other girl added, both of them laughing. "None of the other sex slaves wear panties. They just get in the way," she said still laughing. Ginger was quickly brought back to the real world. It had been wonderful for a short time, but she was back to her real purpose. She almost began to cry, but looking into the mirror, she knew that it would ruin her make up, and she had worked very hard to cover the still fresh and obvious scarring. She had not looked this nice in years, and she didn't want to spoil it. It least it could last for a little longer. 

Security escorted Ginger to the estate where the dinner party was being held. Once again, it was a quickly fading warm memory. Riding in a car, dressed elegantly, being beautiful once again. As long as Jennifer concentrated and didn't open her eyes, she could feel that she was back in her own life, from years ago. Opening her eyes, Ginger was in awe as she looked upon the expansive grounds and huge estate where the party was being held. Ginger already felt out of place, and continued to worry about the obvious and fresh scar around her left eye. She was self-conscious before she even got to the party. The doctor had removed the stitches early, but the damage to Ginger's skin was noticeable. They had used a lot of make up, trying to cover over the red and still swollen areas. Security just sat in the car at the front of the house, allowing Ginger to get out on her own. 

"Since this is your first time, let me give you a warning," the security officer told Ginger as she got out of the car. "Don't even think about running. You will be found. It's been tried before, so don't run," the officer said. She then added, "Have fun," and smiled sincerely at Ginger. All of the security officers knew what had happened to Ginger and were compassionate to her. 

Ginger got out and walked slowly to the huge doorway of the main house. Inside, Dr Sherry's friend met her. The friend, Susan, immediately noticed the fresh scar. She was sympathetic and tender to Ginger, telling her how sorry she was for her injury. She politely acted like she had no knowledge of what had happened to Ginger. She then immediately dropped the subject of the scar. Susan was obviously, quite a bit younger than Ginger and very attractive. Based on what Ginger saw of her jewelry and evening gown, she was also very rich. Susan was kind and attentive to Ginger and showed her around the house, introducing her to the many female guests. Nothing was ever said or implied that would even suggest that the beautiful Ginger was a sex slave. Besides Susan, all that met Ginger assumed that she was just a friend of Susan's. 

The two women mingled with the other guests, drinking fine wines and champagne. After a short while, dinner was served and they all retired to the dining room. The estate was huge, having several wings to the house. The entire party was served by male slaves, most of which would be 'used' later in the night by the female guests. The host of the party, planned for everyone to have fun, in whatever manner that they chose. Ginger was shocked by the huge assortment of prepared foods. Anything that she could think of or ever wanted, was being served at this one party. 

After a couple of hours at the party, Susan announced to the host that it was time for them to leave. Both Susan and Ginger thanked their host and left in Susan's car. Ginger was even more shocked when they arrived at Susan's estate. It was as huge and beautiful as the estate that they had just left. Inside, Susan led Ginger up to her opulent master bedroom, complete with more fine wines and a romantic crackling fireplace. Susan immediately took her clothes off and sat down on the bed, motioning Ginger to join her. Ginger also noticed that Susan didn't wear panties under her evening gown. 

Disrobing, Ginger joined Susan on the bed where for the next several hours, Susan enjoyed herself immensely. Later she would say that she had never cum as hard or as intense as she had, with Ginger. Ginger's unfurled pussy lips told Susan that she too was aroused and ready. It was not the first time that a date would mistake Ginger's fleshy parted lips as a sign of arousal. 

Ginger was extremely good at what she did. Her writhing body, moans, and erotic whimpers, indicated her intense pleasure, more than several times during the night. But truth be told, Ginger was repulsed at the attention that was expected from her and the attention paid to her. It appeared that Ginger had cum a multitude of times during her time with Susan, but in truth, Ginger was never aroused at all. Many times, she would fight back the tears thinking of where her life had taken her. But to Susan, she had never had a more tender, passionate, and responsive lover in her entire life. To her, it was money very well spent. Susan was thrilled with her new human play toy. 

In the very early morning hours, Susan quietly woke up Ginger to get her ready to leave. She had already called for a car to pick her up. At the door of the bedroom, the still nude Susan gave Ginger a very small gift-wrapped box. Opening it, Ginger was shocked to see a pair of diamond earrings. They looked expensive. Ginger never knew it, but Susan had paid over $10,000 for the small gift to her new play friend. Susan then reached down between Ginger's legs and softly stroked her pussy, kissed her softly, and told her that she would be seeing her again, very soon. Ginger felt sick even thinking about what she had done. Susan had already paid the doctor for the night with Ginger. The doctor had correctly estimated Ginger's value, and it had been a high price for one night with her. 

Security took Ginger back to the facility. On the way, one of the officers asked an odd question. She asked Ginger if she had received anything from her date. Ginger reluctantly handed the officer the small gift-wrapped box. Opening it, the officer was amazed, and immediately handed it back to Ginger. 

"Any gift is yours to keep. Did you receive any money?" the officer asked. 

"No, just the earrings," Ginger replied quietly.

"Any money goes back to the doctor, but you can keep any gifts that you receive. It appears that someone really appreciated you," the smiling officer told Ginger. 

Security escorted Ginger back to her meager quarters. Inside, Ginger was shocked to see that her entire room and bath had been spotlessly cleaned. Her bed linens had been replaced with high quality sheets, blankets and even a bedspread. Bedspreads had not been something wasted on slaves. Looking around her room, Ginger saw that her tiny loincloths were gone, replaced with nicer and less revealing ones. They were still skimpy and revealing, but at least it was of a size that would somewhat cover her. She went into the tiny bathroom and saw that a large amount of new make-up had been left for her. Anything and everything that she could ever want was laid out on the counter for her. There were even lotions, oils, and bath salts for her. Apparently life was changing for Ginger, but she didn't know if she would survive the changes. 

The morning after Ginger and Susan's date, Susan called the doctor just to thank her for the unbelievably great time. To the doctor's surprise, Susan went on to say that the sex with Ginger had been the best that she had ever had. At one point, she even referred to Ginger as a 'regular fuck-bunny'. According to Susan, she and Ginger had cum over and over and over, for hours. She promised to be booking Ginger, very soon. She even told Dr Sherry that Ginger's body was the most responsive body that she had ever experienced. The doctor hung up, not sure if she had wanted to know all of the details involving Ginger. 

That first night with Susan was the first of many nights out for Ginger. It was quickly evident that she had been more than noticed at the dinner party. Within a week, several women from that party were arranging for dates with Ginger. Susan quickly became a regular seeking Ginger's attentions at least every two weeks. Word quickly spread about the gorgeous brunette with the scar around her eye. It didn't take long before the doctor had to slow down Ginger's dates, for fear that her new sex slave would be exhausted. Ginger showed no signs of any problems. She was always ready to go on a date, if not more than eager. But the doctor also noticed that Ginger had never gotten back that spark or twinkle in her eyes. It was as if the real Ginger had died after the brutal rape. 

Women were literally throwing money at Dr Sherry, trying to get time with Ginger. Some of the women would tell the doctor of their dates with Ginger. Women were telling Caren that they were experiencing orgasms more intense than they ever had. According to them, Ginger was the quintessential lover. They would tell how Ginger did things to them that were unbelievably good, intensely erotic, or just plain mind-blowing sex. Ginger was in such demand that the doctor was beginning to receive calls from thousands of miles away, asking if Ginger could be flown to this place or that place. Any price would be paid. 




The New Slave Ch. 37



What had been meant to be a soft and slow introduction for Ginger had turned into a whirlwind of sexual dates. The doctor was more than concerned about Ginger's mental and emotional state. When asked by the doctor, Ginger would always say that she was totally enjoying herself and that she didn't want to slow down. It got to a point where Ginger was going on dates, twice or even three times a day. It wasn't unusual for Ginger to be booked for a date and seen leaving the facility at 8 o'clock in the morning. Ginger appeared to be thriving on the sexual attention that she was living sometimes on an hourly basis. The doctor knew better. Ginger's emotional state was almost destroyed, but you'd never know in looking at her. 

The more that Ginger was booked for dates by the high paying women, the more Ginger withdrew into herself. It was as if she turned on a switch whenever she was told of a 'date'. She was fully aware of what she could do for and to other women, and it sickened her. But she was such a good actress that no one ever suspected that Ginger was slowly dying in her new lifestyle. With no emotion, she increasingly became more provocative, sultrier, and more erotic. She kept her tan as dark as possible. She began to work out, toning an already gorgeous body into something even more. She was nowhere near the same Ginger that the doctor had rescued from a cage. Inside, she was still the same Ginger, struggling to hold onto the last tiny shreds of her own life. 

Early on, it had become apparent that women would pay a lot extra for dates with Ginger, under what they laughingly called 'special situations'. A lot of the high paying customers were interested in role-playing or scenarios, involving sex slaves. For a higher fee, Ginger would show up at a customer's home dressed for whatever occasion the customer wanted or for a fantasy that the customer envisioned. With this in mind, Dr Sherry had costumes created for Ginger, depending on what 'situation' the customers wanted. They would think something up and the facility would create a new 'look' for Ginger. The costumes ranged from extremely erotic and provocative, all the way to outlandish and weird. But the money kept pouring in.

Ginger more than hated the costumes. The loincloths were bad enough. With her body, something was always either popping out or more than on display. She was humiliated and embarrassed with the different costumes. Among the more popular costumes that customers wanted was the French maid, the nurse, the female doctor, the erotic businesswoman, and even a gladiator costume. Each costume was more than revealing and as normal, barely covered her. But that was the look that customers wanted. Ginger would arrive in her costume and the customer would have Ginger either role-play or act out a fantasy for them. Ginger was extremely popular and usually didn't have to wear the costume very long. The customer would either take if off of Ginger or the scenario would dictate Ginger's removing the scanty outfit for some odd reason or other. 

Ginger never had to wear the costume for very long. It would end up on the floor, at the foot of the bed as Ginger entertained the high paying customer. On one occasion, a woman didn't let Ginger get past the front door. The costume had been so arousing that the customer, Ginger, and the costume were on the floor for several hours… while still at the front door. 

Ginger hated all of the costumes, but hated the 'gladiator' outfit the most. It, like the others, didn't even begin to cover her. It wasn't actually suppose to. It was a very skimpy, bikini type of bottom, made entirely of medieval looking chain mail. Several inches of the small-chained links, hung down over her butt, but not enough to cover it. It would hang very loose and low from her shapely hips. The top was even worse. It was also made of chain mail and fitted similar to a bikini top. It had a connecting clasp up on one shoulder, while the other side of the top hung down, running very low across her breast. The top was tight against her chest, and just the size of her breasts would push outward, holding the top up. Besides the embarrassment of wearing such a costume, the openings of the small chain links were just big enough to catch and pinch her nipples. The constant rubbing and pinching of the chain mail caused her nipples to be constantly erect, not to mention sore. As usual, the customer mistakenly figured that Ginger was already aroused before they had even begun. The sight of her unfurled pussy lips just assured them that they were right. But for a lot of extra money, Ginger would wear and be whatever the customer wanted. She was very good at her duties. 

Most of Ginger's customers were nice to her. All of them were extremely wealthy but some of them were nowhere near being human to her. To them, she was bought and paid for. She was a sex toy for however long they had paid for. They didn't mind paying top dollar for Ginger, there was always more money where that came from. And to them, Ginger was a sex slave. She would do whatever they wanted. 

On one occasion, Ginger had been scheduled for a date for an entire night. She was told that she would arrive nude and 'be ready'. The doctor was somewhat leery of the arrangement, but knew the customer very well. She was a local woman, very wealthy, who openly told the doctor that Ginger was for her daughter and a friend. The woman had heard all about Ginger and wanted to give her as a toy, to her daughter and friend for the entire night. Both of the girls were 18 years old and also had heard about Ginger. Dr Sherry thought it was odd, since the woman had never rented a slave from her. But the woman was arranging a date for her daughter and a friend. 

The customer's car arrived for Ginger and it was only during the ride to the customer's house that Ginger took off all of her clothes. It had only been a short loincloth, but it at least covered her. At the woman's estate, the more than self conscious Ginger exited the car and walked to the front door, as she had been told, totally nude. She was even barefooted. The two grinning girls immediately answered the door, visually examining Ginger from head to toe. Satisfied with what they were getting, and seemingly delighted in their toy, they ordered Ginger to the upstairs bedroom as they followed behind, taking off their clothes. 

They said that they didn't want to waste any time and ordered Ginger to begin oral sex on both of them. Both girls hopped up onto the bed, spread legged, and laughingly told Ginger, to do both of them. They both giggled and talked as Ginger obediently crawled up onto the huge bed and started on the first girl. With Ginger, it didn't take long before the young girl was writhing and panting on the bed, the first of her many orgasms. As the first girl lay back spent on the bed, the other one ordered Ginger to start on her. Again, in short time, Ginger had the second girl moaning and grasping at handfuls of sheets. It took awhile, but Ginger repeatedly stimulated both to exhaustion. 

"Stay here!" was all the one girl said as the two of them left Ginger alone on the bed. Being sexually satisfied, the two young girls went downstairs and had snacks and drinks, laughing about what they had just enjoyed. It was late night when the two returned to the bedroom, finding Ginger sitting still nude in a chair by the fireplace. 

"What are you doing?" the one girl yelled at Ginger. "Don't just sit there, get over here," she yelled as the two girls disrobed and crawled back onto the huge bed. The entire session began again, but not lasting as long. In even shorter time, Ginger had both of them moaning and aching from intense and long orgasms. Before midnight, both of the girls were sound asleep, spent from Ginger's attention to their needs. 

It was during the early morning hours that one of the girls woke up. Looking around the room for her new sex toy, she spied Ginger sitting again, in the chair by the fireplace. Ginger was awake, just praying for the time to come when she would be free to leave the two spoiled sexual brats. 

"Get over here. My pussy needs your attention," the young girl hissed at Ginger. 

"I think your pussy has had more than enough attention," Ginger said, a slight laugh in her voice. 

"You cunt. You've been bought for the entire night, so get your mouth over here," the girl said, rubbing her fingers between her already wet pussy lips. Ginger quietly got up and crawled up onto the bed. The other girl was still asleep, laying in the huge bed. As soon as Ginger was close enough, the young girl grabbed Ginger's hair, pulling her face down between her legs. 

"Eat it you stupid bitch. Don't stop till I tell you to," she said forcing Ginger's face hard against her pussy. Ginger immediately started to orally stimulate the girl, hoping that she could maintain her control and not beat the girl to a pulp or bite her. For a brief instant, Ginger almost bit down on the throbbing bud between her lips. It didn't take long for the girl to begin cumming, during which time she kept a tight pull on Ginger's hair. As the girl began to orgasm, she grabbed Ginger's hair with both hands, pulling her hard against her as she cum. Within a few minutes, the girl's grasp of Ginger's hair lessened, her orgasm fading as she recovered from what Ginger had done for her. Ginger eased slowly back away from the juicy mess that she had just created. 

The young girl lay on the bed, her legs sprawled open, still oozing the warm fluid from her spasming pussy. Ginger raised up onto her knees, quietly trying to move off of the bed. She had barely moved when the other girl whispered to her.

"No you don't. Where do you think you're going?" she said in a quite tone. She was laying on her side, her head propped up on one hand so she could watch the action between Ginger and her friend. Her watching now had her aroused and she wanted the same attention. "You did her very well, now do me!" she said firmly. She extended her top leg straight up and then motioned Ginger toward her obviously wet entrance. Ginger hesitated for a moment, and then reluctantly crawled over to the girl. As Ginger began to dutifully work the girl's sexually tense clit, the other girl moved over and began kissing and fondling her close friend. Locked in passionate kisses, it didn't take long before the girl was beginning the first of several intense orgasms. After awhile, the girl kicked at Ginger, striking her in the chest. She had become too sensitive from Ginger's oral manipulations. 

"Ummm, I think you're done here. You can go," the customer's daughter told Ginger between kissing and fondling her spent friend. Ginger was mortified. She was still on the bed, moving to get off of it. She just sat there for a moment, glaring at the girl.

"You heard me, get the fuck out!" the young girl yelled. She suddenly kicked out hard, striking Ginger, again in the chest. "You stupid cunt. Are you deaf?" she yelled. Ginger could feel the pain in her chest and shooting up into her shoulder and arm. She quickly moved off of the bed.

"You're a slave. Can't you take orders? Get the fuck out!" the girl yelled, her fury obvious as she jumped from the bed and began to push Ginger toward the door. Opening the door, the girl shoved Ginger through the door and toward the stairs. Ginger barely caught herself before she tumbled down the stairs. The young girl continued pushing Ginger hard, till they both reached the front door, Ginger barely able to stay on her feet. 

"You cunt, get the fuck out!" the girl yelled as she shoved Ginger out the front door. A heavy rain was pouring down and it was cold. Immediately the door slammed behind her. All Ginger could do was stand there, holding her injured shoulder. It was still dark and she estimated that it would be a few hours before security would be there to pick her up. She started to cry, her tears mixed with the rain running down her hair and face. She was shivering as she crouched nude in a corner, near the door. 

Security arrived just a few minutes later, to pick her up. As it turned out, the customer woke up when she heard her daughter yelling. Seeing what was happening, she didn't intervene, but she immediately called the doctor's facility, asking them to come pick up the slave. Knowing that it was raining, cold and that Ginger had worn nothing for this date, security hurried to get her. She sat in the back seat of the car, covered in a spare blanket, quietly crying. The two security officers sat quietly in the front seat in the silent drive back to the facility. They knew that Ginger was suffering greatly. 



The New Slave Ch. 38



Chapter 38: Ginger, Reborn

Ginger adapted as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months. She was stronger in some ways, but weaker in other ways. The doctor continued to worry about Ginger's mental state, but their conversations about her grew less. Caren knew that Ginger was suffering greatly, but she wouldn't show it or let it be known in any way. The doctor had stopped looking in Ginger's eyes for a sign or a hint that she was recovering. That dark, lifeless, empty look in her eyes was always there. She smiled, she laughed, she looked alive, but it was obvious to Dr Sherry, that the original Ginger was gone. 

"Are you doing ok, Ginger," the doctor asked one week during a physical. Ginger was going on so many dates with different women that the doctor insisted on weekly exams. It was the same type of exam that the doctor had refrained from doing, what seemed like years ago. Ginger would sit nude on the exam table, her legs spread wide, happily chatting with the doctor as she was probed and prodded. With Ginger's schedule, gynecological exams were a must, for her own welfare. Her body was taking a lot of abuse in her work. But the demand for Ginger was constant. 

"I'm doing great, how about you?" Ginger replied, the same molded smile across her face. 

"You know you can slow down anytime that you want," the doctor said, watching Ginger for a reaction. 

"Slow down, why would I do that? I love every minute of it. I told you that I would make a good sex slave. I have, haven't I? Haven't I done well?" Ginger asked, a blank look on her face. Ginger didn't even seem to notice the vaginal speculum inserted deep into her. 

"Ginger, do you ever orgasm when you're on dates with these women?" the doctor asked softly. As familiar as Dr Sherry was with sexual activity, she found it hard to ask Ginger direct questions about her sexual episodes. It felt as if she were talking to her younger sister or her daughter. 

"Every time. Just like clockwork. You might say that my pussy is very well exercised," Ginger lied, a big grin on her face. Ginger hadn't felt even a hint of sexual arousal since she was taken captive, years ago. She had not experienced an orgasm in years. The doctor could see the same lifeless look in her eyes. It was obvious to the doctor that Ginger wasn't going to open up. Since the rape, Ginger never talked about her past. 

"You would tell me if you wanted to at least take a break, wouldn't you?" the doctor asked, finishing her exam. 

"Sure, but I don't need a break. You can book me anytime you want to. I'm always ready. The more the merrier," Ginger said, hopping off of the table. She didn't even bother to put her loincloth back on. She picked it up and headed for the door, carrying the skimpy covering in her hand. The doctor just watched her leave.

"Anything that you want, just tell me. It's just like you said to me. I'm living the good life, can't you tell? I've never had this much fun," Ginger said as she reached down and patted her pussy. She headed out the door, back to her small room.

The doctor didn't know how to reach Ginger. It seemed that the original Ginger was a million miles away. It had finally reached a point where Dr Sherry had given up on trying to get Ginger to open up about her feelings. She could only keep an eye on her and wait for the complete meltdown that was bound to occur. She just hoped that it wouldn't destroy Ginger in the process.

"Ginger, I have something a little bit different for you, if you're interested," the doctor told Ginger one day during her weekly pelvic exam. 

"Sure, I'm open to anything," she said laughing as she spread her legs apart farther, her fleshy lips folding outward. The doctor just stared at Ginger. She had never really gotten use to Ginger's jokes and blatant sexual suggestions. It wasn't even close to the Ginger that the doctor had taken out of a cage. 

"This is something a little bit different, but I think that it might be good for you to give it a try. You don't have to, if you don't want to," the doctor said, watching Ginger carefully.

"I'm game for anything. What is it?" Ginger asked cheerily.

"I have a male slave that has done very very well in his work," the doctor said, trying to keep the obvious from being so obvious. She was picking her words carefully, trying to judge Ginger's reaction. "I want to reward him, and I think that you would be perfect as his reward," the doctor said, almost holding her breath. Immediately she could see Ginger's eyes go dark, almost as if her life force had dimmed. In truth, the male slave was a sex slave, an entertainment slave. Because he was very young and very handsome, he was in high demand by the usual rich, high paying female customers. He was being 'rented' about as much as Ginger was going on dates. 

"Ummm, a male. It's been a long time since I was with a male," Ginger said almost in a monotone. The words were mechanical, almost as if she had gone into a trance. For just a moment, Dr Sherry thought she could see tears begin to well up in Ginger's eyes. Ginger's entire body posture seemed to go limp. 

"You don't have to. I just thought that you might ..." the doctor's words trailed off as Ginger immediately cut her off.

"A male. Yummy. I'd love to. When do you want me to 'do' him?" she asked, almost innocently. Her withdrawing body posture seemed to fade as her young body suddenly sprung to life. She became highly animated and overly talkative. The doctor knew that ginger was trying to hide or control her inner fears. 

"There's no rush. You just think about it, we'll get around to it," the doctor quickly replied, watching Ginger's face. 

"No time like the present. I'm more than ready! How about right now?" Ginger said, the weird smile returning to her face. 

"There's no hurry. He's not going anywhere," the doctor said, trying to make a joke.

"Hey, I'm more than ready. Aren't I always ready," Ginger said, her hand snaking down between her luscious thighs, and beginning to softly rub her clit. The doctor wasn't even surprised. This seemed to be Ginger's normal attitude. She knew that it wasn't really Ginger, but it was how Ginger played her emotions out to anyone that might be watching her. 

"Let me get him ready for you. It won't take long. Just a quick visit to him and that will be his reward. Just seeing you should be more than good enough for him," the doctor said as she picked up the phone. "He'll be restrained. I'll go with you. You'll be ok. I promise," the doctor added, hoping to settle Ginger down. It didn't show, but Caren correctly figured that Ginger was on the verge of losing it. This would be the first male that she had even seen, since the rape. 

"Ummm, a male. I hope that I can remember what to do with a male," Ginger added with a laugh. "It's been a long time," Ginger said, almost as if she didn't remember or didn't want to remember the last time she was with a male. The doctor wasn't sure which it was. Ginger was still softly stroking the sensitive area between her legs, oblivious to the doctor's glances. 

The doctor was making a fortune with Ginger's dates. Over the period of time that Ginger was 'active', several customers had requested that she do performances with a male. More and more, customers were asking Dr Sherry for a female and a male sex show. It had become common knowledge that a lot of the high paying women wanted to see a real 'sex show'. They wanted to participate, but only after they watched an arousing performance by a man and a woman, together. This new way of thinking had lots of customers contacting the doctor and asking for a male to accompany the female sex slave. It was obvious that the customers wanted to watch the couple, and then when they were more than aroused or even after they had finished with each other, they would take the male or the female, for their own enjoyment. 

These 'performances' had sprung up all around the country. It was the 'in-thing' that was going around at the time. Lavish parties were arranged around a 'set' or stage, with large amounts of guests. The guests would have a large dinner party, and then afterwards, the entertainment would be the male and female in a sex show. The vast majority of the time, the guests would chip in together and pay for the show. It had become very fashionable and was relatively cheap. Almost all of the parties ended with members of the party getting the ability to use the slaves for their own enjoyment. Naturally, the price of these 'date-rentals' went up very high in price. The doctor was already using two of her female slaves and a handpicked group of male slaves to do the 'performances'. The only problem was that neither of the females liked any of the males. Their lack of enthusiasm showed during the sex acts. They were considered more like a 'fuck show' rather than a sexual performance. The males could always perform, their orgasms obvious to the party of voyeurs. The females had to be very good actresses, just to convince the audiences that they were even the slightest bit aroused. 

The 'date-rental' parties were one thing. Dr Sherry, being a medical doctor, was also getting requests from her high paying friends for something educational. With the lack of men around, women were finding out that their young daughters were somewhat lacking in the knowledge of males or of male sexuality. Young women were literally growing up, learning about males, through books, videos, and the Internet. There was plenty out there to look at or read about. But there was nothing like 'hands on training' or the real thing, as one woman put it. A couple of women had seriously approached the doctor, asking if the doctor could 'arrange' something where a male might be rented for a night, or just a show, to demonstrate the male body, and to educate some very young women. The doctor just laughed, till she suddenly realized that the women were not talking about sex, but actually about the education of sex. These women were very serious and more than willing to pay high prices for the 'education'. 

So, with the aspect of sexual performances or shows, and the concept of educational sex, the business minded doctor had quickly adapted, using a group of her male and female slaves. There were definitely some slaves that were very good at this type of show. She had tried to hand pick them, depending on whether they were going to a sex show, or an educational get together. Either way it ended up being sex. The difference would be in the way it was presented. 

The doctor also found that the 'serious minded' women that were worried about their daughter's educations, were also enjoying the males. These 'private lessons' continued in their own bedrooms after the 'class was dismissed' so to speak. These women quickly figured out that a spent male could stay hard for hours. Because of this, the male slaves were highly encouraged to cum quickly and cum often, while performing their 'educational functions'. This also garnered a lot of audience participation. 

With Ginger's looks and personality, she would fit perfectly into this new venture. Since it wasn't a date, the doctor would be able to 'adjust' her prices for these special customers. Ginger was already in high demand and this would just be icing on the cake, so to speak. But she would have to get Ginger into the mood, since it would involve sex with a male, and in front of an audience. Caren figured that it would take some convincing, one slow step at a time.

"You're going to like Michael. He's really a very nice guy. He's also very handsome and young. He seems to be very popular among all of the women," Dr Sherry said, trying to sound convincing. 

"I like him already. He's a male, isn't he? Does he have a cock?" Ginger said laughing. 

Dr Sherry and Ginger waited a few minutes for security to prepare the male, and then headed over to the male's facility. Dr Sherry could see Ginger hesitate as she entered the double locked doors. The last time she had been through these doors, it was Lorin's punishment for her. It was obvious that Ginger was beginning to panic. Her eyes were darting all around the rooms, fearful and desperate. All of the males that were present were locked away. It was early enough that most of the males were still in 'training sessions' in the milking facility. The building was quiet.

Dr Sherry dismissed the two security officers and quickly unlocked the door of one of the male's rooms. 

"You're doing ok. See, nothing is going to happen to you. If you want, we can do this at another time," Dr Sherry softly told Ginger. Ginger peered fearfully into the male's room. Dr Sherry noticed that Ginger was almost crouching, ready to jump back away from the danger within. 

"No, I'm fine. It's time for Michael's reward," Ginger said laughing. The doctor could see that Ginger was nervous, but her false bravado was quickly rising to the surface. Ginger immediately stepped into the room. 

On the bed was young male, restrained at the ankles and wrists. He had a mask over his eyes so that he couldn't see, and he was gagged. His ankles were in leather restraints, attached to the corners of his small bed. In this manner, his legs were spread wide, as if in anticipation of what was going to be done to him. He was totally nude except for a small towel that covered his genitals. His wrists were restrained in the same fashion as his ankles, but placed up over his head. The young male had jet-black hair and appeared to be very well built and darkly tanned, as were all of the entertainment slaves. Looking over his body, Ginger suspected that he was being rewarded for his sexual abilities and the huge amount of money that the doctor was probably making from those abilities.

"Are you ok so far?" the doctor asked quietly, standing just inside the door.

"I'm more than ok, I'm wet as hell," Ginger said laughing. "Wait, I think my pussy is starting to contract," she said laughing and looking nervously at the doctor. It was obvious to Caren, that Ginger was scared. Ginger quickly walked over to the male and looked at him closer. The slave could hear them talking, but could not see anything from under his covered eyes. It was obvious that Ginger was looking over the male, his restraints, and the towel covered genitals. There wasn't much of a bulge sticking up from between his legs, indicating that he was not aroused. 

"It's not much of a reward if he can't see me," Ginger said to the doctor. She quietly stepped up beside the slave and removed the eye covering. The male blinked several times, his eyes adjusting to the room light. His eyes went around the room, seeing the doctor and Ginger standing next to him. 

"Hi honey. I'm going to be your reward. I'm told that you've been doing very well in your work," Ginger said. Ginger had already figured out that he was an entertainment slave and that his good work was probably his ability to fuck. What she didn't know was that his high popularity with the women was not so much his looks, or his muscles, or his tender and sensitive love making, but it was his sexual stamina. This particular slave could go for hours without cumming. He would normally only cum twice in one night, hours and hours apart. That was well after his female customer was spent and exhausted. Because of this, Michael was in high demand. 

"I'm here to reward you. Would you like that?" Ginger said as she reached back behind her and undid the ties of her top. She let her top fall to the floor, her breasts spilling out of the tight loincloth. She casually kicked the flimsy top over toward the door. The male slave's eyes almost bulged out as he looked at Ginger's upper body. She was still wearing the very short loincloth bottoms, which gave him ample view of her tight stomach, legs and shapely hips. 

"Ginger, you don't have to do that. Just being here with him is enough reward. He's been good, but not that good," the doctor said, starting to worry about Ginger's mental state. The doctor wasn't expecting Ginger to actually do anything with the male; she just wanted her to be in the same room as him. 

"It's not much of a reward if all he gets to do is look at me," Ginger said in a mock little girl's voice. She looked toward the doctor and smiled. "Besides, he's very handsome and very young. Maybe I'm the one that's being rewarded," she said with a slight laugh. Even though Ginger was years older than the young male, he was more than impressed with her beauty and her body. 

"Ummm, Michael. What should I do to reward you?" Ginger said in a soft and more than provocative voice. Ginger glanced down at the towel. It was obvious that there was now activity under the towel; it had risen straight up several inches. Several twitches and the continued rise under the towel signaled that Michael was very aroused. 

"Hummm, good boy. I was just about to think that you didn't like me," Ginger said, as she looked him in the eyes. She knelt down on the floor and moved closer to his face, her eyes never leaving his eyes. She was only inches from him as her face hovered over his. 

"Ginger, what are you doing?" the doctor asked, a worried tone in her voice. She wasn't sure what Ginger was going to do, since she had taken her top off. 

"I'm going to give Michael his reward. I'm sure that he's going to like it," she said, her eyes still locked on to his eyes. She slowly reached up and pulled the gag down from his mouth. 

"Umm, honey is that better?" she asked him, pure sex exuding from her voice. Michael's eyes continued to shift from Ginger's face to her exposed breasts and back again. By now, Ginger's nipples were hard and extended, pushed out, acknowledging her obvious arousal. Ginger was very good at what she did. She had learned a long time ago, how to make her nipples hard and erect, without ever being aroused. At this moment, she was in total control of the male. He was the only one in that room that was aroused. Ginger was trying to hold on tightly to her own sanity. She feared that she would, at any moment, jump up and bolt from the room in panic. She kept her eyes locked on his eyes.

"Ginger, what are you doing?" the doctor asked again. Her worry was obvious in her voice. The doctor never imagined that Ginger would even go near the male. She only wanted her to get a feel for being in the same room as a male. 

"Nothing," Ginger said dreamily as she continued to look deep into Michael's eyes. She slowly leaned down and kissed Michael on the lips, a soft but lingering kiss. His head rose up to continue the kiss as she softly pulled away from him. She looked into his eyes for several moments and then leaned down and kissed him again. This time she kissed him harder, more passionately, deeper. It was obvious that he was responding, his mouth pushing back hard against Ginger's lips. 

"Umm, and besides handsome, he's a very good kisser," Ginger moaned, her eyes still locked onto his. Michael's eyes continued to move from Ginger's eyes, and then back down to her breasts. He didn't know what he wanted more. Ginger just smiled at him, leaned down again and kissed him deeply, their mouths moving against each other. As the kiss continued, Ginger reached down and ran her fingertips across the top of the extended towel. He was rock hard, rigid and ready for her. Her fingertips played across the towel, just enough that he knew her hand was there. 

"Ginger. You can stop now. That's enough. You don't have to go any further, not this time. You need to take things slowly," the doctor said, moving in closer to Ginger. Ginger heard her but paid no attention. Her mouth was still working on Michael's mouth, her hand still toying with the hard bulge under the towel. 

"I am taking things slowly, can't you tell?" Ginger responded, rising up away from Michael's face. An odd smile came across her face as she turned and looked at the doctor. Ginger then took the gag and put it back into Michael's mouth, much to his disappointment. His desire and arousal was obvious as he tried to talk through the gag. He didn't need to talk to make himself heard. The sounds coming from behind the gag was his begging. He was begging for Ginger to continue. Ginger just smiled at him and stood up. She now knew that she had complete and total control over him.




The New Slave Ch. 38



"Don't worry Doc, I'm doing fine," Ginger said, turning and staring at the doctor. She was smiling that odd fixed smile. She then winked at the doctor and then turned her attention back to Michael. 

"I'm his reward, don't you remember," Ginger said dreamily. Her eyes never left Michael's eyes as her hand reached down and slowly pulled the towel off of his hardened cock. His eyes were wide and fixed on her. She tossed the towel over into a corner. The doctor knew Michael well. He was definitely a cocksman, self assured and cocky. He knew very well what power he had over women. He also knew that he could go all night, leaving the customer exhausted from repeated intense orgasms. It gave him great pleasure knowing his ability. He knew that all women wanted him. The doctor watched in amazement as Michael's cock twitched hard several times. A steady stream of pre-cum was oozing from the swollen head. Ginger wasn't even touching him. She was just watching his eyes and she had him on the verge of cumming. 

"It's a beautiful cock, and so big," Ginger said out loud, speaking to no one in particular. She turned and smiled at the doctor, winking at her. In that one moment, the doctor knew exactly what made Ginger so special to her customers. She could make all of them, male or female, feel like they were special, the most desirable, and the most responsive lover. She didn't make the customer cum; she 'encouraged' them to cum. Ginger was very persuasive and knew human nature. The doctor knew, as well as Ginger, that Michael's cock was of average size, if not small. He was less than 6 inches long, and of average thickness. In actuality, he was nothing special, if not for his staying ability. 

"If you continue to do such good work, I'll come back and properly reward you," Ginger said, the sex literally dripping from each word as she spoke. Still staring into his eyes, her hand moved down below her short loincloth. Michael couldn't see under the flimsy covering but he could see her hand moving seductively in and out between her thighs. She smiled at him and continued her little show as her eyes fluttered several times, as if she were approaching orgasm. She suddenly whimpered softly and then quickly pulled her hand out from under the loincloth. Her act was good. Michael felt that she was near cumming, just from being with him. 

"Ummm," she moaned for Michael's benefit her eyes closed, her head tilted back as if she were on the verge of cumming. "But for right now, lets see if we can give you a little reward," she said as her hand moved down, her fingers slowly wrapping around Michael's hardness. He gasped and then let out a low moan as her fingers tightened around the base of his cock. Ginger knelt down on the floor and moved her face close enough to his cock that he could feel her warm breath on it. He moaned again, pushing his hips upward against her warm hand. 

"This won't take but a second," Ginger said glancing at Dr Sherry. She smiled and winked at her as her head moved forward, her mouth opening to take in the wet cock head. Her mouth slipped around the head, engulfing it, sucking it in. Michael let out a long moan and thrust upward against Ginger's mouth. Ginger quickly moved her mouth downward, taking in all of his cock. She held it securely in her warm mouth for a moment and then began to work the swollen head with her tongue. Michael immediately gasped and started panting, his orgasm imminent. Ginger slid her right hand up between his thighs and found the hard sack containing his quivering balls. With her mouth quickly working him into a sexual frenzy, she knew that she totally controlled him. Her hand slowly closed around the small ball sack and squeezed softly. The sack was so tightly drawn up, that she knew he was going to spurt at any moment. 

"Ahhhhhhh," Michael moaned loudly as his cock violently erupted into Ginger's mouth. Ginger continued working his cock fast, her tongue swirling around the erupting head as several more heavy spurts shot out of his pumping organ. His hips thrust up hard against Ginger, several times, indicating each spurt coming from him. His balls continued to pump hard as Ginger continued sucking the spurting cock. Within a few moments, his body dropped back down to the bed, his orgasm finished, the evidence of his pleasure, swishing around Ginger's still sucking mouth. Even as he quickly grew soft, her mouth was still working him, sucking out the remaining drop or two, from the softening inner tube of his tired cock. She continued for several moments till she finally let go of the soft flesh, letting it fall out of her mouth with a squishy plop onto his stomach. He was completely soft, but clean to the point that his cock looked almost dry, as if nothing had even been done to him. 

"His cream is so thick and he taste's good too," Ginger said, lying out loud for Michael's pleasure. She swallowed hard several times, letting Michael see that she had taken his sperm and swallowed all of it. She had taken his seed and kept it. It was another way of showing her control over the male. She sat and watched Michael's face, licking her lips. There was no evidence of his orgasm, anywhere. He was spent. Ginger rose up from the bed, her hand still softly squeezing the spent ball sack. 

The doctor stood there, shocked but aroused at what she had just seen Ginger doing. Ginger had just brought the number one male stud to orgasm, in less than one minute. He was known for being able to last all night, but not with Ginger. She had made him cum within seconds with only minimal handwork, and only seconds with her mouth. Dr Sherry had never seen any male cum that fast. 

"Come on Ginger. Get up. Let's get you out of here," the doctor said, still staring at the soft cock on Michael's stomach. After witnessing what had just happened, Caren was now more worried about Ginger. She expected to see some fear, maybe even some panic in Ginger. It would be a slow process of getting Ginger with a male, but she never expected anything like this. Ginger almost looked like she had thrived on this male slave. Caren didn't know what to think. She was worried. 

"That was nice," she said dreamily to Michael. He was spent, his eyes half closed and his breathing deep and relaxed. "How many times should I reward him," Ginger said, turning and looking at the doctor with that odd smile. "He still has plenty more left in him," Ginger said, her hand still softly massaging the slave's now soft and pliable sack. 

"I think you've done enough Ginger. Get up, we're through in here," the doctor said firmly. She wanted to get Ginger out of the room. To the doctor, she was worried that Ginger had finally gone over the edge. 

"Done? There's plenty more left in him," Ginger said dreamily. She continued to massage the soft sack between his thighs. "Give me a few minutes and I'll take an even bigger load from him," Ginger said, glancing back at Michael, smiling at him. She reached over and began to gently rub the obviously spent cock. It would be long time before the doctor's stud could get it up again. He was literally, spent. 

"Ginger! Stand up. We're through," the doctor said loudly, grabbing Ginger by the arm. Ginger seemed to snap out of it, shaking her head as the doctor pulled her to her feet. 

"I'm fine. I'm ok," Ginger snapped back. She was smiling but she had that odd look on her face. She pulled away from the doctor. She turned and glanced back at Michael for a moment. Ginger wanted to savor the moment when she was in control, not the male. 

"Honey, would you like me to do you again?" Ginger said seductively to Michael. His head began to bob frantically up and down, his mouth begging from behind the gag. He was soft but he wanted more. Ginger stood facing him, both of her hands up to her breasts, gently playing with her hardened nipples. "Would you like to make a deposit in me?" she said, a big smile on her face. Her hands had moved down and were holding her loincloth up, exposing her smooth skinned pussy. The unfurled pussy lips told Michael that she wanted him. He was frantically trying to get her to come back over to his bed.

"Ahh Honey, I'm sorry. We can't this time. But I'll be back for more. Until then, you'll just have to play with it and think of me. Will you do that for me," she moaned. His head was bobbing up and down, telling her that he would be more than thinking about her. "Baby, I can still taste your juices, and it's so good," she said, licking her lips in an overly obvious manner. 

"Ginger, let's go," the doctor said grabbing Ginger's arm and literally pulling her from the room. As she shut the door and locked it, the doctor grabbed Ginger, staring into her eyes. "Are you ok?" the doctor said, her face only inches from Ginger's. Ginger was blank in the face, almost as if she were unconscious with her eyes open. It took several moments and the doctor calling her name before Ginger finally responded. It was as if she snapped back to reality. 

"Sure, sure, I'm ok," Ginger replied, hesitantly. She sounded shaky, her voice almost a monotone. She stood for a moment, looking around as if she didn't know where she was. The doctor just held her up, staring into the dark lifeless eyes. 

"Ginger!" the doctor said loudly. Ginger coughed several times and bent over, holding her stomach. She was starting to get sick. 

"What? What's wrong?" Ginger said, snapping out of it. She was smiling the odd smile at the doctor. "I'm fine. You worry too much. That was no big deal. I think that I just made his day," Ginger said with a laugh. She was still holding her stomach. 

"Made his day. Ginger, you probably just made his entire month," the doctor said laughing. She was relieved that Ginger seemed to be back to normal. It was normal except for the dull eyes. "You had me worried," the doctor said, slowly relaxing and giving Ginger some more room. 

"Worried, about what? I'm fine, believe me, I'm fine. That was actually fun. He was cute, wasn't he?" Ginger said. Ginger was still holding her loincloth top, but she was now holding it up close against her exposed breasts, clutching it like a shield, her arms across her chest. Ginger turned and headed for the main door to the male's quarters. The doctor walked in silence, watching her. Ginger didn't say anything more as they left the building. She was trying to pull herself back together mentally. She could still taste the male in her mouth. She thought she was going to vomit as she walked ahead of the doctor. 

Then the tears began to fill her eyes, running down her cheeks. The doctor was far enough behind her that she couldn't see it.



The New Slave Ch. 39



Chapter 39, Ross Gets a Reward

After Rachel left his room, Ross lay back on the small bed. He was exhausted but the intense milking had left him wide-awake. His body was tired but his mind was fully awake. He cautiously examined himself and found that he was somewhat enlarged, the fluids still in his genitals where they had been forced by the suction. The feeling was slowly coming back into his balls. His cock was another story. Satisfied that nothing was damaged, he lay back against the wall and began to wonder if this would ever end. He fearfully imagined that the rest of his life would be spent being milked or sexually used over and over and over. A lot of it was fun, but definitely not at the pace that he was being scheduled. And then there was the argument with the doctor. Rachel was right and he knew it. There would be no winning with the doctor. 

It had been nearly 6 months since Ginger was given to Michael as a reward. Since then, Ginger had become a regular reward whenever her schedule allowed it. Ginger was in more demand now than she had ever been. Her schedule was filled with high paying women that wanted to spend time with her. She had a long list of regulars that had her booked for months in advance, the only way to assure their pleasurable times with the ultimate sexual goddess. It had reached a point where Ginger was rarely scheduled with anyone new. When she wasn't scheduled for a date, she was given over to select males as a reward. This wasn't often, but could be done since the female slaves and the male slaves were housed close together. A date was one thing, but most of Ginger's time as a reward didn't take that long. She didn't have to spend the entire night with a male slave, the male was spent within a short time of Ginger's arrival. 

Early in the evening Ginger received word that she was to spend the night with a new male slave, named Ross. She didn't care what his name was, they were all the same to her. It struck her as odd, since she was being told that it was an entire night, instead of the usual hour or less. She was given an hour to get ready. It was nothing new to her. She immediately got cleaned up and did her make up and hair. For a 'reward' date, she would clean up in her own room. For one of her high paying dates, she would be escorted to the prep area where the all of the make up, gowns, and costumes were kept. She then picked out one of her loincloths for the 'occasion'. It didn't matter which one she picked, none of them covered her, and they all ended up on the floor within a short time, anyway. She was ready within the customary hour. 

Ginger had come a long way since Michael. Almost immediately after the first time with him, the doctor pulled Ginger into her office to talk to her. Ginger's reward status for males would surely lead into sexual intercourse, sooner or later. Ginger had kept the males at bay with hand jobs and oral sex. None of them were complaining, but it was only a matter of time before they got around to penetrating her. Ginger was so good at arousal and manipulation, she had not realized what value her pussy held. Women were one thing, but men would want to stick it in her. 

Based on what the doctor saw in Michael's room that day, the doctor knew that Ginger would be an unbelievable treat for the males. Ginger didn't have to hear the doctor's advice about males, she already knew very well about males. The doctor's concern was not about males being rough or aggressive with Ginger. Ginger had learned to take care of herself. The doctor was worried that her most in-demand sex slave might become pregnant. A pregnant Ginger would not be making the doctor any money. Ginger was more than aware of the possibility, and was horrified by the aspect of becoming pregnant by a slave. The doctor had supplied her with an outrageous amount of rubbers along with the usual birth control measures. Ginger didn't go near the men's quarters without a rubber tucked neatly inside of her loincloth top. With her loincloths, there was nowhere to put a rubber in the bottoms. She would usually carry half dozen rubbers, anytime she went into a male's room. That number had become a joke, since no other female sex slave could go 6 times in one session. 

Ross was sound asleep when something woke him. He was still on the bed, propped up against the wall. He was tired enough that he had not moved since he lay back on the bed. Opening his eyes in the darkened room, he could tell that evening had come while he was asleep. The room was semi-dark with none of the lights on. He jumped as his eyes made out the figure of someone standing near the door, in the dark. Seeing that Ross was awake, the figure moved closer to him.

"Who are you?" Ross questioned the figure in the semi dark room. He had gotten somewhat use to being locked away in his room, not being bothered till the next morning. That was normally when security would come to take him to a training session or some type of activity. He hadn't been there that long, but he was somewhat use to their schedules. Making out the female form in the dark, he could see that she was definitely not dressed like security. Wearing the customary loincloth meant that she was a sex slave. He couldn't see her face that well, but her body was astounding, even in the dark. He also noticed that the loincloth didn't even begin to cover her shapely figure. 

"Hello Ross, I'm here as your reward," she said in a low and soft voice. She was barefooted and quietly stepped out of the shadows moving closer to him. Ginger had learned to be very cautious around males until she knew them better. She didn't know Ross at all. "I'm here because the doctor says that you deserve something special," she said, watching his eyes. He was still lying back against the wall, watching her closely. Her smile was purely sexual. She stepped into the dim light coming from the bathroom.

"Amazing… I must have done something right," Ross said with a slight laugh. He could now see her entire body. To Ross, she was absolutely gorgeous. As others, he couldn't decide if it was her face, her hair, her breasts, or just the shape of her body, but she was truly beautiful. 

"Amazing? I've never heard that before," she said sincerely. She moved closer to him, kneeling on the floor in front of him. She was still closely watching his eyes. To her, he looked very tired. For a moment she thought that he might even look depressed or sad. She wasn't sure. Ginger had learned a long time ago, that a person's eyes were the paths to their soul. If you could read their eyes, you could read them like a book. It had saved her on many occasions. This man's eyes looked different from the other male slaves that she had been with. They were soft and tender, very expressive. Almost all of the males that she had been with so far had wide-open eyes, usually staring at her breasts. She also noticed that Ross kept his eyes locked onto her eyes. He wasn't ogling her like so many other males did. 

"Yes, amazing. You are truly gorgeous. I'm not just being nice, you really are beautiful," he said slumping back onto the bed. 

"I'm glad you like me. I'm here for your pleasure. Whatever you'd like, I'm here to take care of it," she said, reaching back and slowly undoing the ties of her loincloth top. Before Ross could object, her top fell to the floor, her dark tan breasts spilling out. Ross was amazed. She definitely was one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen. He was even more amazed that she was a sex slave. She was more beautiful than any of the trainers, security officers, or anyone that he had ever met during his time at the facility. 

"I don't think I can give you much pleasure tonight," Ross said with a laugh. Ginger immediately leaned back, looking at him closely. It was her turn to be shocked. He thought that he was to give her pleasure, not the other way around. This was definitely something different for her. And something else that was different was that he had not made any move toward her. Normally, she was use to the male already slobbering on her breasts, a finger or two pushed roughly into her, or just humping away on her without ever speaking a word to her. Ginger had grown accustomed to conversations being a series of grunts and moans, with a lot of panting. 

"No, you have it backwards," she said somewhat surprised. "I'm here to pleasure you," she said as she scooted in closer to him. She was now close enough to him that she put her hand on the inside of his thigh, slowly moving it upward. "You don't have to do anything, but lay back and enjoy yourself," she said in her most erotic voice. She smiled at him as her hand moved higher up his inner thigh. 

"You don't have to do anything for me. Besides, I don't think that I could do anything even if I wanted to," he said, his eyes glued to her eyes. She had the most beautiful eyes that he had ever seen. But he could also see sadness in her eyes. In the darkness, it almost seemed if her eyes were dull and lifeless. He figured that it was just the poor lighting in the room. Ross was smart enough to also know that being a sex slave, she had been ordered to his room. She didn't come there because she wanted to. 

"You don't have to do anything but relax," she said softly. "I'm here to take care of whatever you desire. I'm your reward," she said as her fingertips found the soft cock between his legs. Her fingers toyed with the swollen head for a moment before she started to wrap her fingers around the shaft. With almost all males, this would have them rock hard in a second. Her fingers closed around the shaft softly till she suddenly realized that her hand couldn't fit around him. She jumped back, startled by the thickness that she was holding.

"You don't have to do anything for me. I love what you're doing, and you are very very arousing, but I don't think that I would be any fun for you," he said, sitting up and smiling at her. His smile was very soft, sincere, and friendly. He sat up and patted the bed, saying, "Being a slave, you're in the same boat as I am. Sit down and get comfortable. You've probably been ordered here for me, so you're stuck here. If that's the case, they won't let you leave for a while. Might as well be comfortable," he said with a slight laugh. She just sat, kneeling on the floor, staring at him. Ginger was not use to this at all. She quickly recovered herself though.

"I understand," she said with a big smile. "You're gay," she said. "I'm sure that I can give you anything that a man can give you." She smiled at him and immediately bent forward, moving her face closer between his legs. 

"No, No, No…. I'm not gay he said laughing out loud. "I'm definitely not gay," he added. 

"You're not interested because I jumped when I felt your size? That is not a problem. I don't mind your size at all," she said leaning forward and feeling for his cock. She was still watching his eyes as her hand grasped his soft cock. She knew that she could easily make him cum. It was her job, and she was very good at it. She was going to do it, one way or another. 

"No, not at all. I'm serious. We're both slaves. I don't think you should have to do anything for me. I'm serious. I'm sure that you like being here as much as I like being here. We're both prisoners, ordered to do the master's bidding," he added. This was something that Ginger had never heard before. It had been years since a male had actually talked to her, carrying on a real conversation with her. Her fingers were wrapped around his cock shaft, gently masturbating him. She could feel that he was huge, but she hoped to be able to get him off before he decided he wanted to fuck her. If she could quickly make him cum, his arousal would lessen and he might not want to deposit his next load inside of her. 

"Listen to me!" Ross said firmly, reaching out and taking her face into his hands. "I already like you very much. Well, at least I like your body very much. As much as I would love to play along with you, I am not here to make your life any harder. It's bad enough here, being forced to do whatever they want. But you and me… you don't have to do anything. Just relax. You don't have to do this," he said, staring into her eyes. Then he smiled at her.

"I don't understand," she said confused. Her hand again began to rub the soft cock, trying to get him to cum, even though he was obviously soft. She let go of him and leaned back, staring at him. "You are serious. I'm here to do anything that you want me to do. My mouth and my body are very good. All you have to do is tell me what you want me to do," she said, her confusion obvious in her expression. She was almost like a robot that had short-circuited. She wasn't programmed to receive kindness or personal attention. She wasn't sure what to do.

"I want you to sit and talk to me," he said softly. "I don't even know your name and you're jacking me off," he said with a soft laugh. 

"I'm Ginger," she said attempting a confused smile. "I'm a sex slave. I'm an entertainment slave. I've been here two years. I was a cop…." She said before he interrupted her.

"A cop?" he said loudly. She grimaced as she heard the familiar response. She hadn't meant to say it but it just slipped out. Anytime she ever mentioned that she was a cop, she would get the same response from the person. No one liked cops. And cops knew this. 

"You've got to be kidding," he said laughing hard. "I'm a sex slave. I'm an entertainment slave, and I was a cop," he said, a big smile on his face. "I never knew that there were cops as gorgeous as you," he said. Ginger was actually beginning to listen to this male slave. He didn't seem like the others. Now she was beginning to see why. She was still confused on what to do. Her instincts told her to get him hard, get him off, and get the hell out of there. But this was different. She just sat staring at him. He was older, but he was handsome. And obviously, the thickness that she was holding in her hand was probably what made him an entertainment slave. His cock was huge and it wasn't even hard yet. 

"You were a cop?" she said innocently. Her police career was years and years ago. It was almost a forgotten distant memory. 

"Yes, in the South, where were you?" he asked, sincerely interested in her.

"Up in the Midwest," she replied. 

"Unbelievable. In this place, another slave was a cop. I can't believe it," he said excitedly. He sat all the way up and sat closer to her. She was starting to like this new slave. He was actually being nice to her. "I was serious when I said that you don't have to do anything. Believe me, I would love to pull you right into the bed with me, but I don't think I can do anything," he said, looking down between his legs. For the first time, she actually looked at something besides his eyes.

"Oh my gosh, are you hurt? Did they hurt you," she asked as she saw how thick his cock was. She had been holding it, but she didn't pay much attention to male cocks. It was just the means by which she could get done with her 'chores' and get back to her quiet little room. "What happened to you?" she asked, the sincerity obvious in her voice. She was gently holding his cock, afraid to let go for fear that she might hurt him. It was the first time that she suddenly felt any concern for someone at this place, besides herself. 

"I just had my first milking session with Nikki? Are you familiar with her specialty?" Ross asked as he looked down between his legs. The swelling was going down. He was still huge but quickly getting back to normal. The swelling was obvious to him.

"Yes. I've heard about her machine, from the other female slaves. They all want to see it in action," Ginger said laughing. "I'm so sorry. Does it hurt?" she asked sincerely. 

"No, I'm fine. It's nothing that a little rest won't fix. You haven't noticed the worst part. Look further down," he said to her. Her mouth hung open as she looked further and saw the hugely swollen balls. The swelling was going down in them, but with their already large size, they looked huge. 

"That's got to hurt a lot," she said, immediately letting go of his cock, fearing that she was going to injure him. She looked at his face, wondering if he was in pain. For the first time in a long time, she found herself actually worried about another human being. It was an old feeling, one that wasn't entirely distasteful. She was beginning to feel human again. 

"No, not at all. Believe me, I don't think that you can hurt them. They're normally pretty big. All of this is thanks to Nikki and her milking machine. This was why the doctor originally purchased me. My production… as she calls it," Ross said grinning at her. Ginger even laughed, totally understanding why the doctor bought some slaves and not others. It felt as if it was the first time she had laughed in a long time. It actually felt good. She softly reached up and cradled the huge ball sack in her hands. 

"This doesn't hurt you," she asked softly. "I have heard that the males love the milking machine," Ginger said innocently. She shifted her hands to where one hand was cradling his balls while the other hand gently massaged his cock. It wasn't arousal that she was intending, but comfort. 

"Some might, but I have a feeling that most do not like it. I didn't," he said quickly. 

"Is there anything that I can do to help you?" she asked, her innocence and true personality becoming obvious to Ross. 

"I'm fine. Just tired. I really wish we could have met under different circumstances," he said, looking into her eyes. "I think that the doctor was playing a joke on both of us, by sending you here tonight," he said softly. She just sat looking at him. She wasn't use to a male that was kind to her, let alone one that wasn't trying to get to her sexually. 

"I know just the thing for you," she said smiling at him, suddenly jumping up from the floor. "Here, come on. I know what will make you feel a lot better," she said pulling him up from the bed. He got up slowly as she put her arm around him and lead him toward the bathroom. He stopped momentarily and picked up her discarded loincloth top. Her breasts were about the most desirable that he had ever seen, but he also was more than aware of how she was probably feeling. 

"I think I might understand how you feel about your dates, if you're like me. You don't have to go undressed here. I love what I'm seeing, and you are very nice…" he said softly, his words trailing off. He just wasn't sure of what else to say to her. He figured that her life was probably about as miserable as his. He smiled at her and then handed her the top. She wasn't use to this kind of treatment. She just stood there for a moment, staring into his eyes. She then put her top back on. In the bathroom, she had him sit on the toilet while she ran hot water in the small shower. Once hot enough, she helped him into the shower and adjusted the water so that it just ran over his body. 

"Just enjoy that for awhile. It'll do you good," she said smiling and watching his obvious enjoyment of the hot shower. He wasn't saying much, occasionally glancing at her and smiling. She wasn't sure of what to say. Her emotions were suddenly different being with this man. She couldn't help but notice his strong shoulders, broad chest and lean muscled legs. She also couldn't help but notice the endowment between his legs. She was surprised to find herself becoming aroused as she watched him shower. It was something that she hadn't felt in a very long time. 

He also didn't know what to say to her. She was so nice, not like the women that he had become use to around the facility. And she was absolutely gorgeous. He couldn't help but notice her breasts, her tight stomach and long legs. There wasn't anything about her that wasn't at least beautiful. He had seen loincloths on the other female slaves, but Ginger made her loincloth look erotically fashionable. What he couldn't see under the loincloth interested him greatly. He found himself aroused with her just being there.




The New Slave Ch. 39



"Isn't that a lot better," Ginger asked as she helped him out of the shower. He was actually feeling a lot better. Glancing down, he could see that the swelling was almost gone. The shower had helped in one way, to get him somewhat back to normal. Ginger stayed in the bathroom, helping him dry off. He just relaxed as she gently moved the soft towel over his body. This was the first time a female at the facility had treated him nicely. He was more than enjoying it. Also, his enjoyment was beginning to show. She couldn't help but notice that his cock was beginning to fatten up, as she continued to softly pat him dry. 

"I can see that you're beginning to feel better," she said with a soft laugh. She was on her knees, in front of him, drying his legs. His cock wasn't hard but it was thick and beginning to drop down. His arousal was obvious to both of them. 

"I'm sorry. With the way that you look, I can't seem to help myself," he said, the embarrassment obvious in his voice. "You really are about the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen," he told her in complete honesty. Her blush was obvious as she leaned back and stared into his eyes. Her one hand softly trailed up his inner thigh, stopping just short of his thickening cock. One fingernail moved upward, softly touching the foreskin-covered head, gently beginning to play with it.

"I was sent here for your pleasure," she said smiling and looking up at him. She then leaned in closer to him, her mouth opening to take him in. 

"No, you don't have to do that!" he said firmly, stepping back away from her. "I know that you were sent here, I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do. I know what it's like to be a slave, and you're a slave too," he said, trying hard to explain to her.

"You don't like me, or you don't like me being a slave?" she asked, the confusion obvious in her voice. She sat back on her haunches, staring up at him. His cock was almost fully erect, just inches from her face. 

"Does this look like I don't like you?" he asked, glancing down at the obvious erection. "I think that you're one of the most beautiful women that I have ever even seen. And yes, I like you a lot. But you were sent here to pleasure me and you don't have to do that. I know that you're doing what you've been told to do, but I would rather have you freely. I would love it, believe me, but I'm not going to force you to do anything. I would have loved to have met you outside of this place, but we're both here, as prisoners, as slaves, and we do what we're told. Right?" he said, his words trailing off softly. 

"What if I told you that I was glad to have found you?" she said softly, almost in a whisper, her eyes looking down at the floor. She was no longer trying to arouse him, but actually talking to him. And for the first time in a long time, she was being open and honest. She was putting her emotions and her sanity way out on a limb, begging for him to pull her back in. For the first time in years, she felt as if she were Ginger again, the person that had been lost for so long. 

"Ginger…." he said softly, taking her hands and pulling her up to her feet. "I'm thrilled that you're here with me. You're the first thing that I have felt good about in a long time," he said, pulling her chin up to face him. She had averted her eyes, looking down at the floor. Holding her chin up, he stood staring into her eyes. Her eyes were beginning to tear up. He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. She hesitated for a moment and then kissed him, softly, her lips lingering on his. He then kissed away the tears that were beginning to run down her cheeks. His light kisses were soft and lingering. His mouth moved back to her mouth, his lips moving against hers. She kissed back, her mouth moving with his, deeper, harder, more passionately. Her hand moved between his legs at almost the same time his hand moved under her loincloth bottom. They both began to laugh as their hands got into each other's way. 

"I think that I'm feeling much better," he said softly and with a slight laugh. 

"You feel much better to me," she said jokingly as her hand continued to massage the thick cock in her hand. He put his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. 

"Do you understand that I love your being here, with me, but not because you were told to come here?" he asked her, staring into her eyes. 

"What if I told you, that if given the choice, I'd chose to be here, with you?" she said, looking back into his eyes. Her hand was still softly cradling the hard cock in her hand. She could feel his pre-cum beginning to coat her fingertips. For the first time in a very long time, she could feel her own juices beginning to well up inside of her. This man more than aroused her. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. Feelings and emotions that she hadn't felt in years, were beginning to come rushing forward. And for a change, it felt wonderful. She pressed herself into his chest, his arms tightly around her. 

"If you really meant that, it would be about the best thing that I have heard since I arrived here," he whispered into her ear, his mouth lingering as he began to softly kiss her neckline and ear. 

"In that case, then we're both very happy," she said smiling up at him. She tilted her head upward, kissing his neck and moving toward his lips. They kissed passionately, long and tenderly. Neither of them had felt this way in ages, and it felt wonderful. Her hand began to softly massage the thickness that she was still holding. His hand moved slowly under her loincloth, his fingers quickly finding the warm moist area. His finger slid between her unfurled lips, feeling the slick fluids that coated her entrance. This time, her unfurled lips signaled her true feelings, extreme arousal. 

Continuing to kiss her deeply, he gradually maneuvered her to his small bed. She lay back on the bed, pulling him to her. Her hand never left his cock as they lay down on the bed. He was huge and she wanted him. She wanted him desperately, but it wasn't his cock that she wanted. It was just a bonus. For the first time in years, she yearned to be with this man, and no other. She lay on her back as he straddled her hips, his knees spread wide, his upper arms supporting him above her. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. Her eyes closed as his lips trailed down her neck and then to her upper breasts as he laid quick fluttering kisses on her soft skin. His mouth lingered momentarily there till they continued their trail to her hardened nipples. Gently, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, savoring it, enjoying the response from it. His other hand moved up and gently cradled her other breast, softly tracing circles around her nipple with his fingertips. 

"I can easily see why you are an entertainment slave," she half moaned and half laughed, her eyes still closed.

"And I can easily say that you are about the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen," he answered back to her. His mouth continued to manipulate the sensitive nipple while his fingertips attended to the other one. Her hand gently rubbed the thick cock that she now refused to let go of. She was amazed at the size and was also amazed that he could have this much pre-cum, after a long session on a milking machine. But she didn't care; she knew that she aroused him. 

After several minutes, he slowly maneuvered down her body, his mouth tracing circles on her sensitive skin. He laid kisses to her belly; soft fluttering kisses along her lower ribcage, her sides, and down to her hips. She quickly reached down and undid the tie of her loincloth bottoms, letting it lay loosely under her. Neither of them spoke, the intimacy of the moment, more than expressed their emotions. They didn't have to speak; their bodies were saying everything that needed saying. 

"I want you inside of me," she moaned to him. She had never been this aroused, even with her former fiancé. Her hand was coated with his slick fluid as she continued to rub the swollen head. She wanted him to enjoy everything that her body was enjoying at that moment. His body was already enjoying her. Just her touch against his skin was sending shockwaves through him. Even he had never felt an intimacy as he was feeling now.

"In a moment, but not yet," he moaned as he quickly moved up her body and kissed her long and hard. He then stopped and stared deeply into her eyes, for just a moment. Quickly, he moved down her body, his mouth only stopping momentarily at her nipples, her belly, and then he moved to the top of her pubic bone. There, his mouth softly began to lay kisses all over her pubic mound, careful to not move too far or too fast. His mouth toyed with the sensitive area where her upper thigh meets her pubic area. Shifting his body weight, he moved down between her legs, his mouth now beginning to kiss her inner thighs and the backs of her knees. He then turned his attention to her unfurled pussy lips, just teasing the sensitive moist outer edges of her lips. Her body shook as he kissed and licked the already highly aroused flesh. 

"I've never felt this before," she moaned as her hands clasped his head, trying to maneuver his mouth back to her center. His tongue toyed with the inner edges of her lips, softly licking them, first one side and then the other. He would work on both of them and then moved for a moment to her clit, placing soft kisses, and quick soft licks to the sensitive nub. Each time his tongue touched her clit; her legs would begin to shake. She was now moaning, her breathing more than erratic.

"Please, please…." she moaned one last time as he placed his mouth tightly over her swollen and engorged clit. He reached under her splayed thighs, finding her hands. His hands held her hands tightly, holding them, an emotional link. His tongue swirled around her clit as he felt her body tense up, her back arching hard as her orgasm took over her. She gasped once loudly, her breathing stopping momentarily as she felt the orgasm explode through her. She shuddered several times as he continued to gently work the quivering flesh in his mouth. 

Gradually, as he felt her body responses lesson, he lessened his oral manipulations of her. She suddenly slumped back into the bed, her breathing hard and fast. She was still clutching his hands tightly. He continued very softly to kiss and lick all around her overly sensitive clit. He knew that she was still feeling the deep and hard contractions of a very powerful orgasm. He gradually lessened and softened his attention to her sensitive area till he stopped completely. 

"Unnnggghhh, Ross. That was unbelievable. I have never felt anything like that," she said breathlessly. She was still breathing hard, almost as if trying to catch her breath. She was holding onto his hands tightly. He moved up her body, kissing her softly on the lips. 

"Just relax. I'm going to have you feeling a lot better, here in a moment or two," he said as he eased softly on top of her. He was lying between her legs, his hardness pressed against her stomach. He pressed his mouth to hers kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly, kissing him. 

"Ohhh, unnnggghhh," she moaned hard as she felt his cock head push up against her warm entrance. He kept his mouth pressed hard to hers as he slowly began to slide into her. She was very tight. Her legs spread involuntarily as she felt him begin to enter her. She tightened her arms around him, kissing him hard as he slowly pushed deeper into her tightness. Ross moved slowly, gradually pushing further into the tight warmth, allowing her body to adjust to his size. Within a few moments, he could feel her vaginal walls begin to accommodate him, relaxing and forming to his body. He had never felt anything that could feel as good as she did. He could feel her inner muscles beginning to contract around him, squeezing him, milking him, and drawing him deeper into her. 

Her breathing was erratic, almost coming in gasps. Her eyes were wide open, watching his eyes closely. She listened as he began to pant, knowing that he was enjoying the sensations as deeply as she was. He pushed further into her, a sensation that made her entire body shudder. She had never been penetrated this deeply or with something as thick as Ross. He gently pushed further into her, feeling her inner muscles pulsating around his already quivering cock. Within moments, he was fully embedded in her, her body quickly responding to the sensations that emanated from between her legs. She could feel her orgasm starting again.

"Oh Ross…" she moaned, pulling her arms tighter around his neck, pulling his face to hers and kissing his neck and mouth. Her legs immediately drew up, her thighs opening wide as she locked her ankles around behind him. She was pulling him deeper into her. She gasped hard again, her back arching hard as she pushed downward with her pelvis. At the same time, she could feel his cock spasm hard, several times, almost like hard jerks as she felt the first warm gush surge into her. 

"Annnggghhh," he moaned as he felt the first rush of his orgasm. He could feel this balls churning, as they pumped hard to empty their thick contents. Several large spurts erupted from him, pumping deep into Ginger. She tightened her hold on him, wanting him deeper inside of her. They were cumming together, their bodies intertwined as the intimacy took over them. Ross' cock continued to pump and spasm, even though nothing was coming out of it now. Ginger was still having deep contractions as her pussy convulsed and gripped the large organ embedded inside of her. 

They both lay spent and exhausted, their mouths pressed to one another as their bodies slowly relaxed from the intense sensations. It had not taken their passions that long to culminate, but it felt as if it lasted forever. It had been intense and both were relaxing, Ross' cock still deeply planted in her warmth. She was holding it tightly, not wanting it to escape her. She could feel him quickly growing soft inside of her. 

"It would seem that Nikki missed some," she said laughing softly, her mouth pressed to his ear. 



The New Slave Ch. 40



Chapter 40,:A Union is Formed, A Deal is Struck

They both lay there for quite awhile, basking in the afterglow of their encounter. He had gone soft but she was still holding him inside of her. She could still feel the warmth of his thick cream inside of her. Both of them were exhausted. 

"I think that was about the most intense thing that I have ever felt," he moaned, sliding out of her and moving his body up against her. They lay together, his arms around her; she nestled into him, her head resting against his chest. She only smiled, snuggling up closer to him. She actually was holding his hand. 

"It's been a long time since I felt anything even near that," she whispered. "I had forgotten exactly what love making was." 

"You are something else," he moaned, kissing her softly on the lips. "I have never felt that good," he said, his eyes closing as he rested his head on the pillow. 

"Ummm," she moaned, snuggling closer into him, her eyes slowly closing. They both were exhausted and quickly fell into a deep sleep, their bodies pressed closely to each other. It was the first time that either of them felt human, in many years. Each one of them lived a very extreme sexual life, on a daily basis. For the first time in years, they had both just learned what sex was all about.

"That was so hot!" the security officer said to the other officer. "Can you believe it? Wasn't he with Nikki all day? I can't believe that he had enough in him to even do it," she said, watching the security monitor. The two security officers were both staring at the two bodies lying together on the security monitor. 

"I need to find a guy like that one. Think the doctor would schedule me with him for an hour or two?" the other officer said laughing. Both of them were glued to the large television monitor in front of them. During the nighttime, most of the officers enjoyed watching the monitors, just to see what fun things were going on around the facility. Sometimes, it was very enjoyable for them but mostly it was boring. It was a rare occasion that any male was worked on, during the nighttime hours. 

"I'm sure that she would, if you just asked her," came a voice from behind both of the voyeurs. Both officers spun around, not knowing who was inside of their locked security room. The main security control room was off-limits to everyone, with the exception of Rachel, Lorin, and the doctor. 

"Doctor! I didn't know that you were even still here," the one officer said, scrambling to her feet. The doctor was standing behind them, having let herself in with a master key. She was studying the security monitor, her eyes locked onto what was on the screen. Both of the officers were doing what they were supposed to be doing, but being caught watching two sex slaves together, made them both nervous, not sure of what they should do. 

"Yes, I'm working late tonight. I just wanted to see how Ginger was doing with her assignment. It seems that they both were somewhat heated up. It was rather hot, wasn't it?" she said, still watching the two slaves on the bed. It was obvious that the sexual activity was over for a while. 

"I've never seen anything like that. It was like watching a great X rated love story, or something," the one officer said, the excitement obvious in her voice. 

"It was more than hot," the other officer chimed in, voicing the same opinion.

"I saw most of it. I think that it was pretty hot also," the doctor said turning from the monitor. It was obvious to the three of them that the 'show' was over for the time being. Both Ross and Ginger were sound asleep, curled up together. Both of the officers could tell that the doctor was upset about something, almost mad. But they didn't know what it was. Dr Sherry had seen Ginger in action before, doing her 'assignments' but this was different. It didn't look like the same Ginger that the doctor was use to seeing, going through her mechanical and robotic sexual work. Even robotic, Ginger was more than a pro at what she did, but this time was entirely different. 

"Would you pay money to watch that?" the doctor asked, looking at the two officers and smiling.

"Sure, if the show was as good as what we just watched, I'd definitely pay to see those two get it on," the one officer said.

"I would, definitely," the other officer chimed in quickly. "Why do you ask?" she added.

"Nothing, I was just thinking out loud," the doctor said as she turned for the door. "Goodnight. Keep your eyes open, you might miss something really good with those two. That male slave was with Nikki all day, on her machine. The female slave has been out almost every night for the past week or so. It might be awhile before they begin again. That is, if either of them can begin again," the doctor added as she opened the secure door. Her voice had an odd note to it. Both of the officers noticed the change in the doctor's mood. 

Ross was sleeping deeply, but even in his dreams, it all seemed so real. He couldn't actually see her face, but he could feel her body. He could feel that his cock was about to explode, extreme pleasure coursing through his genitals. Everything was dreamlike, but he could feel her straddling him, her vaginal muscles gently coaxing him. He could feel her hands resting on his shoulders as he lay on his back, enjoying the intense sensations. Being a dream, it felt unbelievably good, as all dreams seem to do in your mind. It was so real that he could even smell her and hear her talking to him. Ross had had dreams like this before, but most of those were when he was a teenager. It felt so good. 

"Ross," the far off voice said to him, almost as if calling him. "Ross," it spoke again, softly and very faintly. But like those dreams as a teenager, Ross didn't want to wake up and spoil the ending. That was what almost always happened and that spoiled all of the fun. 

"Ross, wake up," the voice said softly to him, almost in a whisper. "I don't want you to miss all of the fun," it said again. This time, the voice sounded so real and so near. Ross began to open his eyes, trying to figure out who was calling to him. It was all so surreal.

"Ross, open your eyes. I want you to enjoy this too," the voice said as his eyes opened enough that he could see that it was Ginger. She was sitting on top of him, straddling him, her hands resting on his chest, holding herself upright. Her hair was tousled from sleeping but she looked unbelievably good to him. Her breasts were gorgeous, her nipples hard and erect. She was breathing hard, almost in a pant as she spoke softly to him. "Ummm, I'm glad that you're awake. You were just about to miss out on all of the fun," she said with a soft laugh. 

"Looks like I woke up just in time," he said, realizing that he wasn't dreaming. The intense sensations immediately flooded back to him. He could feel his cock beginning to spasm, his balls tensed up tightly. He was close to cumming.

"I couldn't resist. I woke up and saw that beautiful thing sticking up and just couldn't let it go to waste. I hope you don't mind," she said in a pant. She moaned hard one time and gasped, her back arching, her breasts pushed out hard. Ross could immediately feel her pussy tighten up hard on him, clenching him, contracting. She gasped again as she threw her head back and felt the orgasm rush though her, overtaking her. The constriction of her vaginal muscles was enough to push Ross over the edge, his orgasm starting in him. The intensity was immediate, both of them cumming together again. Her fingers grabbed onto his shoulders, holding onto him tightly. His hands immediately moved up to grasp her breasts. They both froze in this ecstatic embrace for several moments, Ross feeling his cock pumping hard into her and Ginger feeling her body seem to become electrified. It lasted for several moments before she collapsed on top of him, panting, her pussy still contracting around his hardness. He held her tightly as his own body relaxed from the intensity. 

"You do that so well," she moaned into his ear, laughing. 

"I think it was you that did that so well," he replied, laughing with her. 

"No, that was definitely you that I was feeling," she said laughing more.

"No, I can honestly say that it was you that I was feeling," he said back, laughing together. She moved her mouth up to his, kissing him, enjoying him. She was rhythmically flexing her vaginal muscles, holding his semi hard cock deep inside of her, milking him. She knew that he had cum. Besides the obvious physical signs of his body, she could feel the warm gooey liquid deep inside of her. 

"I guess that a good night's sleep was what you needed," she said smiling at him. 

"Oh, I think you're right. I feel very much alive again, thanks to you," he said to her.

"No, I mean that certain parts of you needed the sleep. Nikki got a lot out of you yesterday, but I just got a pretty good sized amount too," she said laughing out loud. He started laughing too, realizing what she was referring to. 

"If you don't want it, I'll be happy to take it. We always need more," came a voice from the door. Both Ginger and Ross jumped, hearing the stranger in the room. Ginger jumped from Ross' prone form.

"Shit," Ross said, looking at the door to see Dr Sherry and two security officers there. Neither of them had even heard the door unlock or open. Ginger immediately sat up and pulled the sheet up around her nude body. 

"I think that you two have had more than enough fun for one night. In case you didn't notice, you've been together for almost 14 hours. I think that play time is over," the doctor said, grinning at them. Their embarrassment was obvious. Ginger was sitting up, clutching at the sheet around her. This was something that Dr Sherry was not use to seeing. Ginger was normally more than blatant with her nudity and her sexuality. The doctor couldn't' remember ever seeing Ginger cover herself, especially during exams. 

"Give us a few minutes to get up and get dressed," Ross asked the doctor, almost pleadingly, for Ginger's sake. Ginger's humiliation was more than obvious to Ross. 

"Oh, I think you've gotten it up enough," the doctor replied, smiling at her little joke. "Come on, get up. Ginger, you have a date coming up this afternoon, and Ross," her words trailed off, not finishing the sentence. It was obvious that her eyes were on the slick and wet cock between his thighs. He was soft, but the creamy evidence of their love making was more than obvious. 

"Just a few minutes," Ross said again, pleading with the doctor. 

"No, you two had your fun, now get up," she commanded. Dr Sherry nodded at the security officers and they moved in to pull both Ross and Ginger from the bed. One officer jerked Ginger from the bed, the sheet falling to the floor. Ross stood up on his own, just glaring at the officer moving toward him. She stopped immediately. 

"Well, it would appear that someone was having some fun," the doctor said, her gaze locked between Ginger's thighs. The evidence was obvious, a small amount of milky fluid running down the inside of one thigh. "I actually thought that he might be too big for you, Ginger," the doctor said, stepping up closer to the nude Ginger. Ginger just glared at her. Dr Sherry reached down between Ginger's thighs and curled a finger up into her tender puffy entrance. Ginger winced as she felt the finger snake into her. The doctor pulled her finger away, and looked at it. It was coated with Ross' creamy fluid. 

"There's no need for that," Ross said defiantly to the doctor. He wanted to protect Ginger from the doctor, but knew that any resistance would mean punishment for both of them. He didn't want Ginger to be punished in any way.

"As for you," the doctor said, turning to Ross. "It would appear that Nikki didn't finish her work on you. It seems that you need another hour or two with her and her machine, just to get the last of this stuff out of you," she said, a big grin on her face. "From what I saw in her catch cylinder, I would have thought that those cum bags were more than empty," she said as she took another step closer to Ross. 

"No, please. He didn't do anything. I gave him a reward, just like you asked," Ginger pleaded. The doctor was surprised as she heard Ginger defending another person. This was definitely not the Ginger that she knew. "You wanted him rewarded, and I rewarded him," Ginger said, almost defiantly. She then smiled and glared at the doctor. Dr Sherry was amazed. She stood staring into Ginger's eyes for several moments. The sparkle, the fire, the life was fully back in Ginger's eyes. It was the same Ginger that the doctor had known, so long ago. One officer moved up to Ginger and waited for her to move. Ginger just glared at the doctor, turned and walked toward the door, still nude. 

"Take her to her quarters, she has a date in a few hours. I definitely think that she needs to get cleaned up before her date," the doctor said, smiling at Ginger. It was good to think that Ginger was back to herself. For that, the doctor was happy. 

"I think that you need a session or two with Nikki," the doctor said as she stepped up closer to Ross. She reached out slowly and cupped his balls in her hand, feeling them, massaging them. "It would appear that the rest did you good. Since you have enough to spare for a sex slave, maybe you wouldn't mind giving up the remainder," she said with a big grin. "Take him to my exam room and locate Nikki," the doctor said, closely watching Ross' eyes. She couldn't see any emotion in him.

The other security officer quickly handcuffed Ross and escorted him to Dr Sherry's own exam room. Arriving there, the officer quickly restrained Ross to the exam table, securing his wrists and ankles to the table, with no resistance from him. A few minutes later, the doctor arrived but quickly went into her private office, telling the officer that she could leave. She waited long enough that Ross was well into thinking about what Nikki would do to him. It had been somewhat painful toward the end of the day before, as Nikki tried to extract every drop of sperm that his balls could provide. Today, and after the evening and morning with Ginger, the experience might be too much for him, sexually. 

"I think that it's about time that we had a long talk," the doctor said as she exited her private office. She was wearing her usual lab coat, high heels and stockings, indicating that she was probably going to assist Nikki in this extraction. The lab coat was to keep her from getting sperm on her good clothes. Nikki hadn't arrived yet, but just the thought of draining a male slave, would have Nikki excited and hurrying to get there. Nikki loved a good and forceful milking. Nikki's specialty was getting more sperm out of a male, even after an experienced trainer had drained him dry. 

"You haven't been here that long, but you have proven to be a very exceptional sex slave. There's no sense in lying to you or trying to convince you of something that you already know. I am a businesswoman, and you have made me a lot of money, already. The potential for the money that you could generate, is more than I've seen in any one slave, in a long long time," she said as she stood next to the exam table. She leaned down and sniffed the area around his genitals. "Her scent is still very much on you. It is a delicious and arousing scent," she said looking back at him. The doctor's fingers trailed up his hip, across his pelvis and came to rest just above his cock. She toyed with his pubic hair for a moment before moving a finger to his cock. She began to trace a line, up and down the soft cock, watching it intently. Seeing it twitch, she pressed a little harder and pulled the thick foreskin back.

"You barely even know Ginger, but already you like her. I'm a good judge of character and knew that you two would make a good pair. I could tell you a lot of things about Ginger, but one thing that is important is, that she is crazy about you," the doctor said, watching her finger manipulate the thickening cock. 

"How do you know that?" Ross said, suddenly more than alert and wanting to hear more. He even tried to rise up from the table, to see the doctor's eyes.

"Believe me, I can tell. I haven't seen that look in her, in a very long time. She has found a partner in you. You're probably about the best thing that has happened to her in a long time. I knew you two would eventually get together and that it would be good for all of us. I could see that coming after I grew to know each of you," the doctor added, still watching her finger as it started tracing circles around the quickly swelling cock head. 

"If you're cooperative and do what you're told, you and Ginger can be together a lot more. I can promise that, making sure that you two get to 'enjoy' each other's company. 

"You're offering me a deal?" Ross asked in surprise

"No, remember, I don't make deals. I'm offering you a chance to see a lot more of Ginger. But you have to cooperate with what I'm trying to do here," she said, looking up at his face for a response.

"What you do here? You extract sperm for cosmetics and you rent males and females for sex! Did I miss something or are you trying to change the world, or doing some medical scientific research to save mankind?" Ross said, laughing out loud. 

"Like I told you, I'm not going to lie to you. I am a businesswoman and I make a fortune with my cosmetics and I also happen to love my lifestyle. You and Ginger could make a big difference in my business prospects. I have no doubt that you would enjoy the service that you could provide," she said smiling up at him. His telltale cock was betraying his emotions, growing quickly as her finger continued playing with it. 

"What do you want me to do?" he asked her, growing serious. Dr Sherry stood up and walked over to a nearby sink. 

"It's very simple. You just do what you're told to do and when you're told to do it, without argument. It's that simple," she said as she began to run hot water onto a washrag. 

"That's it? That is pretty much what I do now. There must be some catch," he said, the suspicion obvious in his voice. 

"No, there's no catch. Just do what you're asked to do, and without arguing," she said walking back over to the exam table with the washcloth. 

"I can do that. And you won't punish Ginger?" he asked, a pleading tone to his voice.

"Why would I punish her? She's one of my favorites. I really do like her," the doctor said smiling. She placed the hot washcloth over his semi hard cock and squeezed it softly. She could feel him swell beneath the hot cloth. Using the washcloth, she began to clean him.

"Do we have a deal?" she asked, looking up from her handiwork for a moment.

"We have a deal," he said his head dropping back onto the table as he felt himself beginning to harden. 

"Good, and your cooperation can start right now," she said as her mouth dropped down and engulfed the swelling cock head. He gasped and his body jerked as she sucked the head into her warm mouth. Her tongue immediately began to swirl around the sensitive head, forcing him to harden quicker. "That's the cooperation that I like to see," she said as she rose up, letting the hard cock fall from her mouth. She reached down and undid the buttons of her lab coat, dropping it to the floor. Underneath it, she was only wearing her high heels, stockings, black lace garters and a matching low cut bra. Looking down, Ross could see that her pussy lips were fully engorged and open, the obvious wetness leaking from her. She was past the point of being ready for him. 

"You always look so good," he moaned as his eyes looked over her body. She had unbelievably great legs, long and gorgeous. Her breasts were large and the nipples were huge. She quickly reached up and pulled her breasts free of the low cut bra, letting them hang out. At this moment her nipples were erect and hard, each one about the size of a thumbnail. They were begging for attention. Her skin was creamy smooth and looked so much younger than her actual age. She really was a beauty.




The New Slave Ch. 40



"I'm so glad that you agree with me," she said as she climbed up onto the exam table. She quickly straddled his hips, her body poised above his cock. 

"After Nikki yesterday, then last night and this morning, you might have picked a more productive time to do this," he said watching as she steadied herself above him. She reached between her legs and grasped his cock shaft. She maneuvered the head around her sensitive opening, getting it slick with her own juices. She then lowered herself just enough that the thick crown nestled against her moist opening.

"A more productive time? Baby, I don't want your produce inside of me, I just want this in me. Look around. I have more male milk stored in these cabinets than you could pump out in 10 lifetimes. I figure that after Nikki and Ginger, there's hardly anything left in these," she said as she leaned back and fondled the heavy ball sack with one hand. "No, I figure that right now is the perfect time to enjoy you. There should be almost nothing left in you. I think that you'll last a long long time, or at least, longer than I care to last," she said smiling at him. Ross could see her take a deep breath and then release her body weight, dropping hard onto him, his cock squeezing fully up into her tightness. She gasped loudly, and then moaned hard as she fell forward onto his chest. He could feel her entire body shudder as she lay on him for a moment, catching her breath. She then began to rock back and forth on his cock. She lay still for a moment and then rose up again, quickly letting herself fall back onto his cock. Almost immediately, he could feel her pussy begin to shudder and then start hard contractions. She was already cumming. He was rock hard and fully embedded in her. Her tight insides felt as if she were boiling inside. She was that hot. 

"Ummm," he moaned as he pushed his hips upward, fully extending his length into her. Knowing that she was cumming, he flexed his butt muscles, causing his cock head to flare wide and then relax. He kept this up, helping to enhance her orgasm. She shuddered several times, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. She was breathing hard, gasping as she raised herself back up and dropped onto him again. She gasped out loud and then fell forward onto him, her pussy contracting hard, as if pulling on him. He continued to gently and softly, push into her and pull back, then push into her and pull back. He could feel her vaginal contractions lessen moment by moment, until they stopped completely. At that time, he stopped moving, allowing her to enjoy the fullness that was still throbbing inside of her. 

"Oh shit Ross, how do you do that?" she moaned, lying on top of him. Her head was resting on his chest, her arms dropped to the sides of the exam table. 

"Just responding to you. I can feel what your body is doing, and I just try to help it go further and further. Am I a good slave?" he asked, laughing softly.

"Yes, you're a very very good slave," she said with a deep moan. 

"I try to please," he said grinning at her. He then gently pushed upward into her, causing her to moan and reposition herself. Her orgasm had caused her to lubricate heavily and the added fluids made it easy for him to move his cock inside of her. He held his cock in her as deep as he could push. He then slowly relaxed his body, letting his cock ease out of her. Immediately he slowly pushed upward, again going as deep as he could thrust. Her pussy was beginning to grip his shaft again, almost as if milking it. Her breathing began to become more erratic as he pushed her toward another orgasm. 

"Keep that up," she moaned, almost breathlessly. Her hips were beginning to move in opposition to his upward move and then his relaxed downward move. As his cock pushed deeper into her, she would maneuver her body downward onto him. As he relaxed and let his body drop downward, she would move her pelvis upward, gaining the maximum penetration and withdrawal. 

"Oh Ross," she moaned hard as he felt her vaginal muscles begin to go into a shudder and grip him harder. He pushed upward into her again, harder. She jerked as she felt the orgasm begin to well over her. She quickly leaned down, holding his face with both of her hands, her mouth searching for his mouth. He could feel her legs trembling as she squeezed them together against his outer thighs. Her mouth continued to work on his; her breathing coming in gasps and pants through her nose. She was cumming harder this time. She suddenly rose up from his face, allowing her body the deepest penetration as she reached the peak of her second orgasm. She leaned backward; her back arched hard, her legs squeezing against his legs, holding onto him. Within a few moments, he could feel her legs relax, the trembling beginning to lessen.

"Just relax, lay on top of me," he said softly, watching her face. His cock was still rock hard and enjoying every moment of her vaginal spasms. She immediately leaned forward, resting with her breasts on his chest, panting, trying to catch her breath. "Just relax and lay there. Let me do the work," he said as he thrust hard upward into her. She gasped as her overly sensitive canal felt his cock ram high up into her. Immediately he pulled his body downward, his cock almost fully exiting her vulnerable entrance. Feeling the head reach her opening, he thrust hard again, pushing deep into her. She moaned as she began to feel his jackhammer thrusting, in and out of her pussy. 

"Ohhhhhh," she groaned as she felt her pussy spasm and move toward an even more intense orgasm than the first two. Her hands moved up to his shoulders, gripping him hard, giving her leverage as she pulled her thighs together tightly. She allowed her body to just rest on top of him, his cock impaled deeply in her. His thrusting was now going fast and furious, pumping in and out of her quivering pussy as fast as he could pop his hips. He was literally pounding into her, using her body weight to hold her onto his body. She gripped his shoulders hard, digging her fingernails into him as her mouth opened, forming a silent O. She shuddered hard, her body responding to the intensity of her orgasm. Ross could feel her pussy grip his cock hard, almost allowing no movement as her orgasm washed over her like a flood of electrical shocks. She jerked several times, her body caught completely in the moment. Within a few seconds, she slumped down on him, breathing hard, her body going totally limp. 

"Just lay still," he whispered to her. His thrusting came to almost an immediate stop as he felt her reach the peak of her orgasm. At that point, he quickly softened and slowed the thrusts to the point to where it was almost as if he was gently massaging her vaginal muscles, with his cock. His cock moved very gently inside of her quivering wetness. He kept this up, slowly lessening it till her body came down from the intense sensations that were centered between her legs. He finally came to a complete stop; the thick hardness nestled deep inside of her. With her wide straddled position, his cock was fully extended, the crown resting deep inside of her.

Ross just lay still, not moving, as the doctor rested on top of his chest. He could still feel her nipples pressed hard into him. He could also feel a very warm wetness, rolling down over his sack, dripping onto the exam table. By this point, her thighs had completely relaxed and were no longer gripping his legs. She was spent, her body relaxed and enjoying the sensations as they wound down deep inside of her. 

"Unbelievable," she moaned as she cuddled up to him, her face pressed into his neck. She was kissing his neck lightly, small kisses as her breathing came back to normal. "I've cum three times and your cock is still hard inside of me. Men will never understand just how fabulous that can feel. Usually, he cums and then grows soft as I'm trying to cum for the first time. Let me just lay here and enjoy this," she said softly.

"We'll give it a few minutes and then you can enjoy some more," he said with a soft laugh. He wanted to kiss her, but she kept her face down around his neck. Her body wasn't moving at all and he didn't want to push into her, knowing that her entire vaginal area was super sensitive at the moment. Her body would let him know when it was time to begin again. 

"No, I'm done," she moaned into his ear. "I think you've done enough damage for one time," she said laughing out loud. She snuggled up closer to him, almost as if hugging him. Her arms were wrapped around the tops of his shoulders, holding onto him. 

"Oh, I think there is plenty more here for you to enjoy," he said with a laugh. He wished that she would at least raise her head up, so that he could see her eyes. 

"No, you've exhausted me for the time being," she said as she rose up from him. She sat up straight, her arms holding her up. She just sat there, staring at him. She smiled as she leaned down and kissed him one time, long and passionately on the lips. She slowly rose up, letting the hard cock slowly slide out of her sensitive and still throbbing pussy. She watched it slowly slide out; still slick and coated in her own juices. "Now that's a sight that I really enjoy," she said softly as the thick crown finally emerged from inside of her. There was a squishy 'plop' as the head popped out of her. 

The doctor carefully crawled off of Ross, moving off of the exam table. It was obvious that she was unsteady, her legs wobbly as she stood beside him. She just smiled as she stood there, trying to balance on her high heels as her legs became more and more steady. Ross watched her in fascination. She was incredibly sexy. Her nipples had completely softened, but the evidence of their sex was obvious in the slick coating all over her pubic mound and between her thighs. Her vaginal lips were puffy and still engorged, evidence of her extreme arousal. Ross was beginning to wish that she would climb back onto the table. He was still very hard and erect.

"You did very good," she said almost dreamily. "I think that we should take care of this before you go back to your room," she said, her fingers wrapping around his cock shaft. His cock was slick with her juices. There was enough of it that his cock, balls, and pubic hair was coated in the clear fluid. 

"I thought that you wanted Nikki here to help," Ross said, almost fearfully. 

"Oh, don't worry. I never intended to let Nikki do you again, at least not today. I don't want to damage that 'toy', she said, heavily emphasizing the word 'toy'. She was grinning at him, trying to make a joke. 

"Good!" Ross said, his head falling back, staring at the ceiling. 

"Besides, I don't think that there would be very much there. And, if there is, I want all of it for myself. This time I don't want to harvest it, collect it, or capture it. I want a fresh batch just for me," she said grinning at him. Her head immediately dropped down and her mouth engulfed the swollen head and foreskin. She immediately began to suck hard on the thick cock. At the same time, her hand began to rub the shaft, from the base to about half way up. Her mouth took care of the other half. Ross let out a long moan as her mouth started working him.

"Unnhh, unnhh, unnnggghhh," he groaned as he felt the immediate sensations coursing through his lower abdomen and even down into his thighs. His cock immediately came to life in her mouth. She continued sucking hard for several moments and then rose up, looking at his face. He didn't notice her; his eyes were closed as he quickly approached the orgasm that she was forcing from him. 

"You might be empty, but I know for a fact that you can still enjoy this," she said, her hand jerking his cock hard. She continued quickly masturbating him as she watched his face, enjoying the intensity in his jerks and body motions. 

"Ohhhhhh," he moaned as his hips began to thrust against her jerking hand. The doctor was enjoying what she was now doing, almost as much as she had enjoyed her own orgasms. She watched him intently as her hand continued pumping him. 

"You were a great early morning exercise. Now you've got me hungry from our little workout. So you have to feed me breakfast," she said with a laugh. She glanced at her pistoning hand and saw the copious amount of pre-cum oozing from the flared cock head. She thoroughly enjoyed watching what she was so capable of doing to a male. 

"Ahhhhhhh, Unnnnngggggghhhhhhhh," Ross moaned loudly, his hips pushing up hard and freezing in mid air. His back was arched hard, his wrists and ankles pulling hard against the restraints. All of the super intense sensations were emanating from that sensitive center of his body. Her hand was now pumping him hard. Seeing that he was going to cum, she pushed down hard, her other hand forcing his pubic bone downward. Her head immediately moved down to his jerking cock. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked in the crown and foreskin and began sucking hard while her hand continued jerking the shaft. He was panting and gasping as she felt the thick warm globs of his cream flood into her mouth. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the quivering crown, her tongue pushing in and out of the stretched hole. Her hand continued to massage the shaft, squeezing it and rubbing it. She could feel his cock swell thickly, even after the small amount of his sperm had stopped flowing. There wasn't much coming out of him, but she could feel the intensity of his orgasm and knew that it was very powerful and pleasurable for him. At this moment, the sperm wasn't important, but his orgasm was. She continued sucking and rubbing him, till she could feel him begin to grow soft in her mouth. She then began to gently suck and lick the super sensitive crown as his body slumped back onto the table.

"Ummm, that was a good breakfast. Not too filling, but very satisfying," she said grinning at him. Her hand was still gently rubbing the softening cock. "See, I knew you had something to give me," she said, watching his eyes. Ross wasn't looking at her. His eyes were closed, the super intense orgasm still rocking his lower abdomen, stomach and genitals. The quivers were super intense. He was beginning to come down. 

"And you thought that I was good. I didn't think that I had anything to offer," he said almost in a moan. 

"Oh believe me. As a doctor, I know pretty well just what you have in there," she said, her other hand patting his balls. "I know when you should be empty. I know when you should be full, and I also know when there is a drop or two left for me," she said, her eyes still locked onto him. Her manual stimulation had gone to almost barely touching him. She knew that he was sensitive and was just trying to keep his pleasure going. "You don't have to have sperm to still have a good cum," she said.

"I really didn't think that there was anything left in me," he said, his breathing returning to normal. He was now very relaxed and looking at her. He thought that she looked even more beautiful now. Her hand was still gently working him. He also noticed that her nipples were rock hard. His arousal had become her arousal. 

"As for you not having anything to offer.... Let me be the judge of that. I know that you have a lot more to offer than you'd think. We made a deal. You and Ginger are going to make a lot of money for me and you're going to get to enjoy each other too. I just don't want you to forget about me. Your 'cooperation' in here on this table has been very appreciated. I will be asking you to 'cooperate' with me again," she said smiling at him. 

"You know where to find me," he said laughing. Seeing that he was completely soft, she stopped rubbing him. She smiled and picked up her lab coat from the floor and put it on, buttoning the buttons back up. He kept watching her semi nude body, as she slowly covered it back up. She walked across the exam room and picked up a nearby phone.

"Yes, this is Doctor Sherry. We've finished in here, you can come get the slave. I think that he is sufficiently emptied for the moment," she said into the phone. She then put the phone down, turned to Ross and smiled. She immediately went into her private office, closing the door behind her.



The New Slave Ch. 41



Chapter 41, Candy, The New Prep Girl

Ross suddenly woke up, feeling that it was later than normal. He sat up, looking around knowing that it was Monday. Normally, on a Monday morning he would have been already awake and headed to one of the doctor's trainers for a milking session. He hadn't been at the facility that long, but in the short weeks, he had become accustomed to the staff's schedules. He wondered for a moment if he had lost track of the days, but quickly knew that he hadn't. The long milking session with Nikki and her machine had been on Friday. It was Friday night that he had enjoyed the time with Ginger, and then Saturday morning when the doctor woke them up, still in each other's arms. The doctor took him to her private exam room on Saturday and it was now the morning of two days later. So, it must be Monday, but security had not come to wake him up, or move him to a trainer's room. Ross knew that something must be in the works for him. He had been left totally alone and rested for two days. That meant something in this place.

The new prep girl was sitting in a waiting area with a scared and sheepish look on her face. Since it was her first day, she was not free to just walk into the facility but had to wait until she was escorted into the interior of the building. All of the new female employees hired by Dr Sherry knew in advance what they were getting into, prior to being hired. It definitely was no surprise to them that their new job status would involve sex with male slaves. Candy was no exception to this concept and more than looked forward to her new job. It was her first day at the doctor's facility and she was nervous but also excited about being around males. She knew that her job as a prep girl would involve sexual contact with males. Her fear was in the fact that she had never been around any real males, except for an occasional male that her mother had hired to do work at their home. But that was never sexual. Candy's entire knowledge of sex and males, stemmed from her more than arousing visits to sex sites on the Internet. All of this was done in the privacy of her locked bedroom at night. 

Candy was 21 years old and considered by most, to be very attractive. She had worked in other jobs but none of them involved males and definitely none of them involved anything sexual. Candy was a shapely young lady with long dark brown hair past her shoulders and dark brown eyes. She had an almost a boyish figure. At 5'6, she had long legs and very slim hips. She definitely had a feminine shape with her slight hips and a small tight stomach. In her opinion, her breasts were her only disappointment. They were small and rounded, but had very large and sensitive nipples. She wished that she was a lot larger in that area, but she was more than proud of her legs and tight stomach. 

One of Candy's friends had told her all about working at 'the facility' as the friend called it. Candy's friend was somewhat drunk that night and didn't' mind breaking Dr Sherry's rule of talking about what went on at the doctor's clinic. All employees of Dr Sherry's, were sworn to secrecy about their employment. It wasn't so bad keeping this secret, since the pay was unbelievably good and the benefits were more than most women could handle. The friend told Candy all about the facility and suggested that since Candy was attractive and also needed money, that she go and talk with Dr Sherry. When Candy did, she and the doctor immediately hit it off. The doctor also knew that Candy's looks would more than come in handy around the males. The doctor gave Candy a brief idea of what her work would be, which was more than arousing to the young lady. The doctor also explained that Candy's work would involve males and that it 'might' be sexual in nature. Candy could feel herself getting wet, just thinking of the possibilities of her employment. 

"Are you Candy?" a voice said from behind her. Candy was standing up and staring out the waiting room window. Just the thought of being around males and sexual things had her almost sick to her stomach, just from nerves. Candy's sexual experience was entirely limited to her computer and what she did alone in the shower or in her bed at night. In this regard, Candy was very experienced, sexually.  

"Yes, I'm Candy," she shyly answered. Candy turned around to see a very attractive and unbelievably well built female, not much older than herself, standing partially behind a heavy metal door. What surprised Candy the most was the way that the female was dressed. The female in the doorway was wearing a bikini top that was obviously several sizes too small for her overly developed breasts. The girl in the doorways was literally falling out of her top. Immediately Candy was struck by the size of the small framed and petite female's breasts. They were huge. And another thing that surprised Candy was how hard and erect the young girl's nipples were, even in the hot building. Since she couldn't be cold, that would have to mean that she must be sexually aroused. 

"Hi, I'm Toni. I'm the one that is going to start your training," she said as she stepped out from the doorway. Candy could then see that the prep girl was wearing a matching bikini bottom that was barely even a thong. Candy thought that the girl could have easily just stepped from the cover of a men's magazine or a sexual website. This girl literally oozed sexual appeal, even with her tiny petite size. Immediately, Candy felt somewhat embarrassed and definitely over dressed in her jeans and halter-top. No one had ever told her what to wear for this type of work, so she decided on casual, till she was told to wear something different. Obviously, less clothing was the order of the day at this work location. 

"Come with me Candy, you're just in time," Toni said with a warm smile as she held the security door open wide. "I'm just about to start a prep on a slave, and you can start your training with me," she said as she lead Candy into the building. "Until you get an ID and have worked here a few days, you'll have to be escorted into the facility. Don't take it the wrong way, but since you're new, we really don't know you yet. Do you know what we do here?" Toni asked Candy as she led her down a long hallway. 

"I have heard several things, but nothing definite. I was hired as a prep girl and Dr Sherry told me that I would be doing 'stuff' with male slaves," she said almost in a hushed tone. Candy didn't' want to admit that she had been told what the 'stuff' was all about, by another employee. That might get her friend in trouble. 

"Stuff?" Toni asked with a big grin. "You do know the 'stuff' that you're referring to involves sex and males. You did know that, didn't you?" she asked, stopping and looking directly at the new girl. 

"Oh yea. Dr Sherry explained that to me," she said, a bright blush going across her cheeks. Toni could immediately see the sparkle in Candy's eyes. She had seen that same look in other females that had been hired. It had almost become a joke among the staff that if a new hire 'sparkled' that meant that they would probably do fine. It was the ones that didn't sparkle that they had to worry about. Those would be the ones that did not like the work that they did, with males. 

"Good. So you don't have a problem with that, do you?" Toni asked her, turning and facing her.

"No, none at all," she answered, a big smile coming across her face as the blush deepened into a bright red. "I'm really looking forward to it," she stammered.

"Have you ever been around a male?" Toni quickly asked her.

"No, but I'm really excited about learning," she said as her eyes quickly looked down at the floor. The blush in her cheeks was again a blood red color. Toni could see that her new trainee was more than excited if not already aroused by the prospects. 

"Great. In that case, I have a feeling that you are going to love your new work. Come on, let's get you started properly," Toni had trained other new hires over the past two years. She had seen this same innocent but hungry look and excitement in others. It usually meant that they were more than curious about males and especially about the sexual nature of the job. Toni then headed back down the hallway and went into another locked area. There, she used a key to open a locked room. On the door of the room was a clipboard with the work-up order on it. 

"Ok Candy. We can chitchat later, but let me explain what we're doing. This is what is called a 'work-up order'. In essence, it tells us what we are to do with this male. This particular male slave is named .... ," she paused as she stared at the work-up order. "Oh my gosh! It's Ross. You're going to really enjoy this slave. We're both going to enjoy this one," she said as she looked over the work order. 

"Do you know him?" Candy asked innocently. She was trying to see what the work order said.

"I've only prepped him one time and that was a few weeks ago. But believe me, he is a very good slave for you to start your training on. You're going to learn a lot in this session," she said, her eyes quickly looking over the instructions. 

"Is that a good thing?" Candy asked softly.

"Yes it is. Since you have never been around a male, do you know what cunnilingus means?" Toni said with a slight laugh. 

"Yes," Candy replied in almost a whisper, her face flushing red again. Candy had never experienced it, but she was more than familiar with the term. She had even dreamt about it, trying to imagine what the real thing would feel like. The aspect of a male's mouth between her thighs got her even more aroused. Just using this word out loud got Candy's juices flowing.  

"Well, lets get started," Toni said with a big grin as she unlocked the door. Stepping into the room, she immediately walked over to where the slave had already been restrained. Ross had been brought into the room earlier, by security. He was already restrained in a spread eagle position, his legs spread apart wide, each ankle secured firmly to the special built X table. His arms were secured over his head, each wrist bound and secured to the top of the table. The table was made in such a way that it was still comfortable but had leg extensions that spread open wide, could be dropped downward, or with the legs raised upward. This way, a prep girl or trainer could stand in between his outstretched thighs and be positioned close to his organs. This particular type of table was also what the doctor used when a surgical procedure was done to a male. It gave the table's user, a very up close position to the male's genitals. 

"Oh my gosh!" Candy mumbled as she walked into the room and saw the almost nude male stretched out on an exam table. Ross was covered in the customary short loincloth but it wasn't hard to discern the large bulge that pushed up from under the flimsy covering. This was Candy's first encounter with a real male, close up. And she had never been around a male that was in such a state of undress. She immediately was aroused by the many possibilities of her new job. 

"Well hello Ross, do you remember me?" Toni said as she removed the blindfold that covered Ross' eyes. He blinked several times, his eyes adjusting to the bright light in the room. He looked up at Toni and tried to smile, even with a ball gag in his mouth. Security delivered almost every male slave to prep areas, with blindfolds and gags. If the trainer or the prep girl wanted the blindfold or gag removed, they could do it themselves. 

"I had the distinct pleasure of meeting Ross a couple of weeks ago," Toni said with a heavy emphasis on the word 'pleasure'. She turned around and gave Candy a big smile. "Ross is an entertainment slave and a very qualified one," Toni said, her attention going back to the semi nude male. 

"What's an entertainment slave?" Candy asked, almost in a whisper. Her eyes were still on the large bulge that was covered by the loincloth. With the exception of what she had seen on the Internet, Candy had never even seen a male in person, with his shirt off. 

"Let's just say that he is very talented in entertaining women. You'll find out here shortly," Toni said as she slipped the ball gag out of his mouth. To Candy's shock and surprise, Toni stepped back away from the exam table and quickly reached back, undoing the tie of her bikini top. Immediately her large breasts spilled out, her nipples already erect and hard. She tossed the bikini top over to a countertop. 

"Well baby, it is good to know that you're still here. I had heard that you were still around, but never got the chance to prep you again. I worried that they might have found out about our last time together," she said with a soft laugh. "You definitely had me feeling very good, by the time that we were through with you. Do you remember?" she said, moving up closer to Ross' face. 

"I didn't tell anyone and I definitely remember," Ross said with a smile. "Besides, I rather enjoyed our time together," he said with a big grin. "I don't think that I was feeling as good as you were, but it was still very nice," he said softly. 

"Oh, nowhere near as much as I enjoyed it," she said, remembering the intensity of the oral pleasure that Ross had inflicted on her.  

"Did you prep Ross before?" Candy asked innocently. She had no idea of what the two of them were talking about.

"Oh yes. I prepped Ross and then he prepped me," Toni said with a laugh. "Ross is very talented in certain areas. If you're lucky, you'll get to find out too. And that is not even counting what he has between his legs," Toni said as she pulled the loincloth up so that Candy could see. 

"Holy shit," Candy said in a low tone, her eyes growing wide as she looked down at Ross' soft cock. "He's huge..." she said, not finishing the sentence. Her eyes were locked on the fat fleshy cock that was obviously still soft. In the period of only a few minutes, she had already seen an almost nude male and was now looking at the same male's sexual organs. Candy knew that she was going to love working at the facility.

"Ross, this is Candy. I want you to be very nice to her. This is her first day here," Toni said with a big grin on her face.  

"Hi Candy. Where does the doctor find all of you gorgeous women?" Ross said as he smiled at Candy. Candy's face flushed red as she heard Ross' compliment, but her eyes were still locked onto the first real set of male genitals that she had ever seen in person. 

"Candy, you're going to learn a lot today. Ross is a prime example of what can be done with a male's organs," Toni said with a laugh. Toni reached down and undid the hip tie of Ross' loincloth, then pulled it out from under his body. With her eyes never leaving Ross' face, Toni began to gently rub the soft cock. Candy's eyes opened wide as she watched for the first time, a male being sexually stimulated by a female. Within seconds, the soft cock began to swell large and thick. She had seen similar things on the Internet, but this was live, up close and personal. Candy relished the idea of her front row seat.  

"Ross, I hate to use an old cliché, or an old joke, but I have good news and I have bad news for you," she said with a big grin on her face. Her hand was now slowly rubbing the quickly hardening cock. Candy's eyes were locked onto the thickening male organ. She had seen this on the Internet, but never in real life. She was mesmerized as the thick meat began to swell and became harder and longer. It was literally growing right in front of her eyes. What had been huge when soft was now becoming even bigger right in front of her. 

"The good news is that you're going to have a lot of fun tonight. Well, at least your cock and balls are going to have a lot of fun. You're being rented out tonight. I'm sure that this toy is going to get a lot of use," she said as her hand continued to rub the rigid cock that was now beginning to ooze clear fluid. "The bad news is that she obviously knows your cock and your balls and she wants them enlarged as much as possible," she said with a big grin. 

"Enlarged?" Ross said slowly a frown beginning to form on his face.  

"Sorry baby. I know that you're already really big, but we're going to do everything that we possibly can to get you bigger and keep that customer happy," she said with a wink. She then immediately reached up and put the ball gag back into his mouth before he could say anything else. "This might take awhile, and I don't really want you to distract Candy from her training," she said with a laugh. Her hand was still slowly rubbing the rock hard cock. It was obvious to Candy that Toni was enjoying herself. 

"You're going to enlarge him?" Candy said, her wide eyes actually looking back at Toni for the first time. "He's already bigger than anything that I've ever seen," she said.

"Oh, he's got plenty of room for enlargement. Believe me, he isn't the biggest one that is here. There are a few males here that are unbelievable. Any male can be enhanced," Toni said as continued her rubbing. She was watching carefully, trying to gauge Ross' arousal level. "There are a lot of ways to enlarge a male. Have you even noticed his balls yet?" Toni said, her eyes watching Ross closely. Candy moved down further and looked between Ross' outstretched legs.

"Holy shit..." Candy said, as her eyes grew wide. Ross was very aroused but he was nowhere near orgasm. His balls were still soft and pliable, resting between his thighs. Candy leaned in closer to see them. Her eyes were wide open, a slight smile coming across her face. She had only been at work for about 10 minutes and she was already enjoying her work, very much. 

"Are you going to ...?" Candy asked hesitantly, not sure of how to word her question. Candy had seen pictures of males being masturbated on the Internet, but this would be her first time to see the real thing. She couldn't wait to see the white cream that shot out from so many males on the Internet. 

"Am I going to pop his nuts?" Toni asked, her hand now jacking Ross' cock up and down quickly. "Would you like to see me blow his nuts for you?" Toni asked with a laugh. Her eyes were closely watching Ross, his breathing now coming in raspy pants. Toni's hand was making squishy sounds as she quickly pumped the thick cock. Pre cum was oozing down the side of her hand. 

"I'd love it," Candy said with a dreamy stare. "I've never seen a man orgasm before, at least not in person," she said, her gaze now closely watching Toni's hand as it glided up and down the slick cock. 

"Well, if you listen closely and do exactly what I tell you to do, I might even let you finish him," Toni said as she kept a close watch on Ross' body language. She wanted to make sure that she did not let him orgasm. She wanted him hard and ready, but didn't want him to waste any sperm, not yet. 

"Me? You'd let me touch him?" Candy said, her eyes wide with disbelief. 

"Oh before we're through with Ross, you're going to be 'touching' him a lot," she said with a laugh. "You might as well get started, get your hands dirty, so to speak," she said laughing out loud. A huge grin broke across Candy's face. Her excitement was evident. 

"I'd love to," Candy replied, her eyes glued to what Toni was doing to the obviously more than aroused slave. By this time, his hips were beginning to gently thrust in rhythm with Toni's hand movements. He was getting closer to orgasm, the skin of his sack beginning to draw up tighter.  

"And, with this slave, you're in luck. The work order states 'DE-SEX x 2+'. So we're going to be doing a lot with Ross," Toni added. 

"DE-SEX times 2 plus?" Candy asked, her innocence and her naïveté showing. "What does that mean?" she didn't mind asking. Toni was impressed that a newly hired female didn't mind asking questions. A lot of them came to work at the facility, with an attitude that they knew all there was to know about males and sex. 




The New Slave Ch. 41



"DE-SEX times 2 plus means that we're going to get Ross very messy before we're through with him. DE-SEX means that we're going to turn him into a hard cock for the customer but with a very lessened arousal level. In other words, we're going to work him up sexually, and make him cum at least twice. That's what the 'times 2' means. This way, it lessens the chance that he will dump his load as soon as he penetrates the customer. He'll be capable of enough arousal that he gets hard, but not enough arousal that he is desperate to cum in her. Once he gets around the customer, he'll be horny, but not desperately horny," Toni explained.

"What does the 'plus' mean," Candy quickly asked. She was watching intently, expecting to see the slave erupt as she has seen so many males do, on the Internet. 

"Plus means that it is up to me, to decide if two orgasms is enough, or if he is still too horny. One of the number one rules around here is that all cum will be captured and saved for the doctor. But in this case, the doctor doesn't' care if we capture it or just waste it. 

"But what about the enhancement? What does that mean?" Candy asked, trying to learn as much as she could, as fast as she could. She was already thinking about being able to do prepping, without someone watching over her shoulder. Everything that she was seeing was so sexually stimulating to her, that she couldn't wait to get a male alone in her own prep room. She was already beginning to feel her own juices oozing into her panties. Her nipples had been hard since she first walked into the room. 

"I'll explain the enhancing as we go. There are tons of ways to enhance a male. Suffice it to say, that our main goal is to get his cock as big as we can get it, without doing any damage or leaving any telltale marks. Cuts, scratches, bruises are all big no-no's," she said as she slowed down her rubbing. Ross was beginning to pant, his hips still softly thrusting as she worked the stiff cock toward the inevitable. 

"Is he going to cum?" Candy asked innocently.

"No, not yet. We have a few things to do before we get to that point. I want you to watch closely to what I do, and listen. What I tell you is very important. First off, I want you to go over to that cabinet, over there, and get a bunch of clean towels," Toni said, pointing to a wall cabinet. Candy immediately went to the cabinet and retrieved a stack of clean white hand towels. 

"Now, go ahead and prop up his head and shoulders. I want to make sure that he gets to see just what I'm going to do to his cock and balls. We're going to be using a lot of different methods and techniques to stimulate him. Ross will enjoy a lot of the stimulation, but there are methods of stimulation that he definitely won't like. So there will be times that I will cover his eyes and other times that I want him to see what I'm doing. Here is something that you should always remember. Males are very stimulated, visually. They can become aroused very easily, just from what they are seeing. Do you understand?" Toni asked, looking up at Candy.

"Sure. I have read that before. "Women are too, aren't they? I know that I am," Candy replied with a big grin on her face. It was obvious to both women that Candy was more than stimulated by what she was witnessing. She could barely contain her excitement as Toni finally slowed down her rubbing till she was barely moving her hand. Ross' cock was still rock hard and dripping. The rubbing had caused a frothy appearance to the area around the head and thick foreskin. 

"That is why I immediately took my top off, when we came in, and the fact that I was already familiar with Ross. I know him well enough to know what he likes," she said with a grin, looking directly at Ross. "In time, you will come to know all of the males and what each one likes and dislikes, what each one responds to, and what each one will not respond to," she said. 

"I think that I understand," Candy said quietly. To her, all of this made sense and was such an easy topic, that she feared that maybe she was missing something.  

"When it comes to sex, all males are pretty much mechanical. It doesn't matter if they're in the mood or not. If you stimulate their cocks, they'll get hard. If you continue to stimulate their cocks, they'll cum. It's as easy as that. I've seen trainers that have milked slaves dry, even when the slave was sick. I once saw a trainer masturbate a slave, then roll him over to puke, and then jack him off again, and let him puke again. They can't help it sexually," she replied laughing. 

"You're kidding? He was sick and could still cum?" Candy asked in disbelief.

"Yep! With the right stimulation, you can keep a male hard or cumming, till his balls are empty. And even then, you can stimulate him into staying hard, even if there is nothing left in his sack," she said matter of fact. "It all depends on the male and the stimulation," she added.

"So that's why you took your top off?" Candy asked. 

"Now you know why I'm standing here wearing only a thong, playing with Ross' cock. Besides my hand, I'm part of the stimulation. Besides that, Ross is very stimulating to me," Toni said with a big grin. 

"I understand," Candy said with a smile. To her, all of this was common sense. She had never been around males, but had read enough on her computer, to understand everything that Toni was saying. 

"Keep that thing hard for me," Toni said to Ross as she slipped a set of ear mufflers over Ross' ears. She was already using the ball gag in his mouth, and now he wouldn't be able to hear anything either. She then stepped out of his sight, moving around behind his head.  

"To prove my point, I want you to come around over here, with me. Don't look at him, just walk around him, like you're going to leave. He can't hear us, and he won't be able to move around much, restrained as he is," Toni instructed the trainee. Candy casually walked away from Ross, then moved around and came back behind him. From this position, both Candy and Toni were completely out of his sight. 

"Watch his cock. You're going to see it start to deflate," Toni told Candy.

"But you told him to keep it hard," Candy replied innocently. 

"I know I told him to keep it hard, but without any stimulation, he doesn't have any reason to keep it hard. It's going to go soft, just watch," Toni said. Candy stood there, watching as Ross almost immediately began to obviously go soft. Within a few moments, the head and foreskin began to topple over, obviously going soft as the blood began to flow out of the far end of his hard cock. Within another few moments, it was obvious that his thick shaft was beginning to slowly soften, almost shrinking in size. 

"Wow, that was fast," Candy said, watching in amazement as Ross' cock quickly turned soft and began to settle onto Ross' stomach. 

"There's nothing to stimulate him right now. If he lay there and thought about it, he might stay hard, but he's not thinking about it. He's probably wondering where we went," Toni said, watching Ross, as he went even more limp. "Remember, he can't hear us or see us right now. For all he knows, we were teasing him and have now left him very frustrated," she said with a laugh. 

"I never thought that it would be that fast," Toni said, watching as Ross went completely soft. He was still wet, a solid stream of pre cum oozing from the slit in the soft crown. 

"I'll prove to you what arousal is all about, and then we'll really get started on your training," Toni said smiling at her mesmerized trainee. "Are you ready to learn what arousal is all about?" Toni asked, eyeing Candy closely.

"Definitely. Just tell me what to do," Candy said breathlessly. She hadn't thought that she would be actually seeing any of the males or anything sexual, on her first day. 

"Ok, then take off your clothes," Toni told the young trainee.

"What?" Candy replied in shock. "I'm not wearing anything but a thong, under my jeans.

"That's even better. Let Ross imagine what is under your panties. Go ahead and take everything off but the thong. If you have a problem with being nude, you might want to reconsider working here," Toni said quietly, closely watching Candy's reaction.

"Oh no, it's not that. I don't think I would have a problem with undressing, I just wasn't expecting to be this much involved, on my first day," Candy replied, her face beginning to blush brightly. "I was never told what I was suppose to wear here," she said in self-defense. 

"One of the big rules for all of the females employed here is to be provocative, seductive, and dress as arousing as you can, anytime that you're in contact with the males. The doctor feels that it keeps the males stimulated and more productive. I have no doubt that it does," Toni said with a laugh. "I didn't just take my top off to feel the cool breeze on my nipples," she quickly added laughing even more. 

"I've read about male arousal, but just haven't been around many males, to try it out," Candy said softly. Her naiveté and lack of experience was more than embarrassing to her. 

"Don't take offense, but have you ever been around any male? And I mean that in a sexual way," Toni said, trying to ask the new girl in a friendly way. 

"No. I've never even really been around a male, except for a few that my mother hired to do work. That never amounted to anything, especially nothing sexual," she said, her head hung down, her eyes looking at the floor. It was obvious that she was painfully embarrassed. She almost looked as if she were about to start crying. 

"Hey, don't be embarrassed. At least you admit it. The vast majority of young women your age have had no experience either. Believe me, we're going to get you up to speed, real quick in your sexual education, if you're ready," Toni said, watching Candy closely. Toni already felt a bond between herself and Candy. Candy reminded her so much of herself, when she first came to work for the doctor. She remembered how naïve she had been.

"I'm more than ready," Candy said with a big smile. Her eyes were showing that sparkle again and she wasn't looking down at the floor. 

"Then get undressed. I'm going to show you the number one aspect of male arousal." Even Toni was getting excited about the prospects of teaching Candy something new. She had barely finished the sentence as Candy was undoing the buttons of her jeans, pulling them down over her slim hips. She never hesitated as she reached to remove her thong. 

"That's ok. You can leave your thong on. It'll help prove my point here," Toni said as she watched Candy getting undressed. It was obvious to her that Candy was more than aroused. Toni could see that the front of Candy's thong was literally saturated with the young girls sexual juices. Candy was more than ready to learn the day's lessons. Candy quickly reached up and pulled her halter top up over her head with no hesitation. Toni was surprised at what she saw. The halter had concealed Candy's creamy smooth skin and it also concealed the fact that Candy was built very very nicely. Her breasts were small but perfectly rounded and her nipples were hard and erect. Candy was definitely aroused. She stood there, bare footed and nude, with the exception of her thong. 

"Ok, now what do I do?" Candy said, a more than innocent tone in her voice. It was obvious that she was excited and wanted to know all that she could learn about males. Toni was surprised. Candy had appeared to be a cute, slim, almost tomboyish figure of a young girl. But with her clothes off, Candy was a shapely, gorgeous and very sexual young woman. As Toni would later tell her supervisor, it appeared to her that Candy was about to start dripping all over the floor. She was that aroused. 

"Ok. Take a look at Ross. Would you say that he is aroused?" Toni asked, looking at Ross' obviously soft cock. 

"No, not at all. He's soft," Candy answered. 

"Do you think that you could arouse him?" Toni asked, watching to see if Candy understood her point. 

"I might be able to, if I was to do certain 'things' to him," Candy answered sheepishly. She had seen things on the Internet, but had never actually touched a male in real life. She was more than aware of what 'things' could be done, to make a male hard and make him cum.

"Things?" Toni said with a laugh. "I want to prove a point to you, without you having to do 'things' to him," Toni said laughing. "I want you to just step around in front of him, close enough that he can see you from the legs up. I want you to look into his eyes and just smile at him. You don't have to say a word. Just stand there and let him see you. Don't say anything to him and don't look towards me. Pretend that I am not here. Do you understand?" Toni said, watching Candy closely. 

"Sure, but you don't want me to touch him or anything?" Candy said in surprise. 

"No, don't even think about touching him. Just stand there and smile at him while you look into his eyes. I think that you'll learn a valuable lesson real quickly. Go ahead and do it, but don't look back at me. I'll keep talking to you," Toni said. Toni nodded as she moved quietly around the table to where Ross could see her. She was hesitant at first, her bare back and legs was all that Ross could see of her. She slowly turned around to face Ross, her eyes locked onto his. She watched him for a moment, seeing that he was watching her. Even with the ball gag in his mouth, it was obvious to her that Ross was smiling at her. His eyes were open wide, just taking in the view of the beautiful young woman. 

"Don't look at me, but listen to what I'm saying. I want you to just stand there, relaxed and think of how it would feel to be having sex with him. Think of all of the pleasures that he could give you and you give to him. Just think of all of the things that you've seen on the Internet and imagine what you could do together," Toni said, watching Candy closely. She could see a slight grin come across the naïve young girl's face. Candy's arms relaxed as she stood there, her hands on her hips, her breasts fully exposed, her nipples hardening more. Candy's gaze was obviously locked on Ross' face. Her eyes were literally burning into his eyes. Within a few moments, Candy instinctively reached down and started to pull her thong down. She was definitely getting into the moment.

"No, don't do that. Leave your panties on," Toni said quietly. Candy immediately stopped but kept her fingers in the thin fabric on her hips, as if she were going to pull them off. She never looked toward Toni but kept her eyes locked on Ross, the smile on her face saying more than words. 

"I asked you if you thought that you could arouse him. I want you to take a good look at his cock now, and see just what you've done," Toni said quietly. Everything was obvious to her, but she wanted Candy to learn for herself. Candy turned slightly and smiled even more as she saw that Ross was fully erect, thick and hard with a steady stream of pre cum dribbling down the shaft. He was now even more aroused than he had been when Toni was rubbing him.  

"I definitely think that you got him aroused," Toni said with a soft laugh. "Remember me telling you that males were mechanical? If you stimulate him, he'll get hard. If you stimulate him further, he'll cum for you," Toni said with a laugh.

"I'm really going to love working here," Candy replied.  



The New Slave Ch. 42



Chapter 42, Candy Learns Her Trade

Candy was mesmerized. She stood staring at the thick, fully lengthened cock for several moments. It was obvious to her that Ross became aroused solely because of her looks and her sexual appeal. She had never even touched him and he was now rock hard. The pre cum was just an added attraction. She had never seen any male fluids in real life. She found herself even more aroused by her sudden increase in self-confidence and the growing awareness of her own sexuality. She had never felt that she was very sexual. She knew that she had been horny at times, turned on at times and had even felt intense pleasure at her own hands, but never with a male present. Candy loved what she had just done to a male and how it made her feel. 

"It feels good doesn't it?" Toni said quietly, knowing full well what Candy was thinking. She had seen that look before and knew that this was something that would help the young trainee to become more confident. With the lack of males around on an everyday basis, women, especially the young women, had slowly lost sight of their own sexual appeal. 

"Yes it does," Candy mumbled, her eyes moving between Ross' cock and his eyes. He was still watching her and enjoying the sight that he was seeing. He could also see that her thong was saturated in her own juices. In Ross' mind, he was hoping that he was responsible for the large wet area on the young girl's panties. He was.

"I'm going to stay back here and just watch for awhile. Don't look up at me, but just do what I tell you to do and listen to what I'm telling you. I think that you two are definitely enjoying each other right now. We might as well continue with the training," Toni said laughing out loud. She wasn't worried about Ross hearing her, his ears were covered with soundproof covers and besides that, he was definitely distracted by Candy. 

"There is so much for you to learn, it's impossible for you to learn it all in one day. So, listen carefully and try and remember the things that I tell you. You'll pick up methods and different techniques as you go, and then you can form your own methods," Toni said as she continued watching the new prep girl. 

"Ummm, ok," Candy mumbled, barely moving her lips. Her gaze was still on the thick cock that she had personally brought to this aroused state. She was still amazed that just her looks alone could make a male hard with anticipation. She had a lot to learn. 

"Ok, we're going to do a lot of different things, so pay close attention and listen carefully to what I'm telling you. Males are not necessarily alike in what they like or don't like. The longer you work here, the more you will come to know each male and what works on each one of them, individually. Unless you know exactly what will produce the most arousal from a male, then just be creative. Use your imagination. For now, since he doesn't' know that I'm here, you can't just stand there, staring at him. Go ahead and get one of those hand towels and wipe off all of the pre cum," Toni instructed the novice.

"Touch him?" Candy said in surprise, glancing back at Toni.

"NO, don't look back at me. I'm going to let you do the work right now. Just do what I tell you to do, and listen to what I'm telling you. Don't look back at me, or he'll figure out that I'm still here," Toni said firmly. 

"Ok," Candy mumbled softly. She picked up the hand towel and began to gently wipe off the pre cum, from the tip of the hardened cock. She was barely dabbing at the fleshy appendage, almost as if she was avoiding him. Candy wanted desperately to touch him, but was also intimidated by so much sexuality right in her grasp. She was wishing that she could do her first prepping session alone and just dive right into all of the things that she had seen so often, on the Internet. 

"Remember what I told you. Males are very mechanical. If you stimulate them, they will get hard. If you continue to stimulate them, they will cum. Obviously, your body and your looks have more than stimulated him. I think that he really likes what he is seeing," Toni said, watching as Candy continued to wipe away the copious amount of pre cum. 

"I definitely like what I am seeing," Candy mumbled, turning her head slightly away from Ross' view. "Do you want me to just keep cleaning him off?" Candy asked quietly. 

"No, get rid of the towel. Keep it close by; you're going to need it. The work-up order said that he was a DE-SEX x 2+. Since the doctor actually wrote up this order that means that the customer knows Ross' cock and probably has a specific purpose in mind for him. She wants him to be able to last for a long time without just blowing his nuts. So we're going to make him ejaculate at least two times, maybe three. The doctor knows the slaves well enough, to gauge how much sperm to take out of them, in order to keep the customer satisfied. The 'DE-SEX' part will be the fun part of this session," Toni said, looking over the work-up order, one more time. She wanted to make sure that she got the instructions correct. 

"He has huge balls. How many times can he cum?" Candy asked embarrassingly. 

"That's a very intelligent question. The size of his balls doesn't have anything to do with how much he can cum. I've seen huge balls that barely even put out a few drops, and I have seen tiny berry sized balls that can cum unbelievable amounts. Every male is different. But Ross is one of those that has big balls and can cum in huge amounts. That is probably why the doctor wants his load to be lessened," Toni said. "The customer probably has some specific thing that she wants to do with him. Most of the time, the customer is happy with a cock that will stay hard and not cum. They don't care if the slave cums, just that his cock can stay up," she said with a slight laugh. 

"Wouldn't the customer want him to cum?" Candy asked timidly.

"The customer wants him to be aroused, turned on and ready to cum. They don't care if he cums or not, just that he is aroused and can supply some really stiff meat for whatever it is that they want to do. DE-SEXing him means that we're going to lessen his arousal level, but leave him still capable of getting very hard. I have seen some work-up orders that specifically stated that the slave was 'not' to cum. There are some customers that really enjoy a slave that cums in heavy thick amounts. Each customer is different," she responded. 

"Well, what about the enhancing part? What does that mean," Candy said, again turning her face away from Ross. Candy was alternating her gaze between the hard cock and Ross' eyes. She would wait for a few moments and then wipe off the continuing flow of pre cum from his cock head. Ross was still enjoying the sight of Candy's erect and hard nipples. The flat stomach and long legs didn't bother him either. 

"That's the fun part for us. Well, at least it's fun for me, since I don't know how far you're willing to go. It's not exactly for the squeamish. Enhancing him means that we're going to enlarge his cock and balls through a variety of methods. It means that we can get creative with making him swell up, just as long as we don't damage him or leave any obvious marks on him. The customer obviously has seen or been with Ross before, and she wants him to be larger," Toni said as she eyed the already oversized cock. 

"He's already huge. Why would anyone want him bigger than he already is?" Candy said, beginning to get bored with just wiping pre cum from Ross' cock head. 

"There could be a variety of reasons. I don't know what this customer wants, or thinks, but she obviously wants him to be bigger. There are a lot of our customers that 'require' a larger cock," Toni said laughing out loud. 

"How could they want bigger? I can't even imagine getting that thing into me," Candy said innocently.

"Let's just say that a lot of women enjoy the feeling of being stuffed. Some of them are stretched enough that they need something bigger than the average. They like that stretched and full feeling," Toni said with a laugh. 

"I think that he'd be more than able to stretch the average woman," Toni said quietly.

"True, but we need to get started. I don't think that this will take that long, but it might with me explaining things to you. Besides, it's the enhancement that will take the most time. That has to be done carefully so that we don't bruise him or leave any marks," Toni said. "But first, we need to lessen his arousal level. That will be very easy to do," she added. 

"Just tell me what you want me to do," Candy said timidly. It was obvious that she was still more than aroused. She couldn't take her eyes off of the thick cock in front of her. Toni couldn't see the front of her thong with the way that Candy was standing next to the exam table, but her nipples couldn't' get any harder. 

"Ok, just grasp his cock at the base and begin rubbing it up and down," Toni said matter of factly. 

"Rub him?" Candy said in shock. Toni could see that Candy almost turned fully around to face her, but caught herself before she did. 

"Sure. We need to lessen his arousal so that we can start the enlargement on him. Believe me, he's going to want to cum badly, so we should get one load out of him now. The enlarging will stimulate him a lot more than he already is. If we don't take a load out of him now, he'll be straining to cum all during the procedures," Toni replied.

"I've never done this before. I don't know what to do," Candy said with an innocent tone in her voice. It was obvious that she was more than nervous, but still more than aroused.

"It's so easy that you won't believe it. Just start rubbing him. The sight of you has him just about ready to cum right now. All you have to do is just stimulate him a little bit more. Don't be nervous, just start rubbing his cock and watch what happens," Toni said with a laugh.

"But I don't know how to do it," Candy lamented. She slowly reached down and stretched her small hand around the thick base of Ross' cock. Immediately he groaned and pushed his hips upward, against her hand. She squeezed him softly and watched in amazement as he moaned again. "Wow that was fast. Is he that turned on?" she asked in total curiosity.

"Yes he is. You'll make him pop pretty quickly. Go ahead and put a rubber on his cock," Toni instructed the new girl. Candy looked around the room, and then saw a box full of rubbers on a cabinet. She immediately took one and slowly unrolled it down the slick length of the hard cock. She placed her fingers around the base again and squeezed. Ross moaned again as she began to slowly pump the fleshy organ. 

"I would really like to see him cumming. I've never seen a male cum in real life," she said, her eyes locked on what she was doing to Ross. "You said that we normally would collect his sperm, but that we didn't have to this time. Can't I just watch him spurt naturally, without the rubber?" she asked softly. 

"No, I'm familiar with this slave. He's going to make a big mess and we don't have the time to be cleaning it up. This will keep everything a lot cleaner and easier to continue with what we need to be doing. I want you to slowly pump his cock and listen to what I'm telling you. I want you to listen, very carefully," Toni said firmly.

"Ok, I'm ready. What should I be doing?" Candy said softly. Her hand began to slowly rub the swollen cock. 

"Just keep rubbing him like you're doing. But I want you to pay close attention to what his body is telling you. I want you to get him close to cumming, but don't let him cum, not yet. I want you to learn how to gauge a male's sexual response. Right now he is wanting to cum but he's only approaching it. He isn't' there yet. Look closely at his balls. See how they're still soft skinned and pliable, relaxed looking. As he gets close to cumming, his balls will draw up tight. Watch for that," Toni coached the trainee.

"They're huge. He feels like he's about to cum. I can actually feel his cock straining in my hand. I think that I could even take his pulse right now. I can actually feel his heart beat in his cock," Candy said laughing softly. Ross was distracted enough that Candy didn't have to hide her face in order to talk. Ross' eyes were closed, enjoying the sensations that Candy was delivering to his overly sensitive organ. 

"There are a lot of things to watch for. Each male is different, but listen closely to his breathing. Just his moaning or groaning doesn't' mean anything. That is just his enjoyment with what you're doing to him. But listen to his breathing. Some males will pant. Almost all of them will go to a very erratic breathing. It will be noticeable. Watch for his hips to begin thrusting either gently or wildly. Another good give-away is when his stomach muscles or his legs tighten up real hard. He might gasp, he might go silent, but watch for any changes that he makes," Toni said as she kept a close eye on Candy's movements.

"I can feel his cock twitching hard," Candy said in surprise.

"Then slow your rubbing. Watch him closely and stop if you have to. If you think that he is going to cum, then just stop completely," Toni told her. Candy then abruptly stopped her rubbing and let go of the stiff cock. Both of them stood there and watched the hard cock bob up and down, twitching as he neared orgasm. By then, Ross was panting, his hips pushed outward toward the young girl. 

"Oh, that was mean. He was almost there and you stopped just in time. By delaying his orgasm like you just did, you can bring up his arousal level and make him cum harder and more abundantly. This is something that trainers do all the time," Toni said laughing and watching the twitching cock. He was real close to cumming. "Ok, give it minute and then start again. There's no sense in prolonging this. Besides, I have a feeling that you're just chomping at the bit, to see if you can do this," Toni said laughing.

"Oh I am. This is a lot easier than I thought it would be. He would have already cum if I hadn't stopped, wouldn't he?" Candy said, her inexperience and naivety showing. Candy was more than into the moment. She couldn't wait to see a male cum for the first time. Her excitement was more in the fact that she was going to be the cause of his pleasure. 

"Ok, if you want to see fast, go ahead and squeeze his cock a little bit tighter and rub him faster. He'll probably pop in a few seconds. If he starts to cum, I want you to just slow down your rubbing, but don't stop. Just make it slower and softer, and let him finish with his first load. Go ahead and finish him," Toni said, moving up closer to the exam table to get a better view of Candy's first hand job. She had no doubt that Ross was going to thoroughly enjoy Candy's manipulation, but what Toni wanted to see was how Candy reacted to her first time. This would be a memorable moment for the young trainee.

"He feels so hard. I can actually feel him throbbing, even while I'm rubbing him," she said as she applied more pressure to the thick cock. Immediately Ross' back arched and he began to pant harder. Candy's eyes were locked on the tightly stretched rubber. Her hand sped up as Ross began to pant faster. She jerked hard several times and then watched as Ross' legs and stomach tightened up hard. His back arched hard and he thrust his pelvis outward, giving Candy more space to work him. 

Immediately, the tip of the rubber shot outward as the first gush of thick cum shot into the end of it. Candy immediately slowed down her rubbing, watching in amazement as the rubber continued to pulse outward with each spurt from the male. She rubbed gently and slowly as she watched the rubber quickly fill up with the thick warm fluid. Only once did she look back at Ross' face to see what looked like pure ecstasy on his face. She could still feel the pumping and spasm like sensations in his cock as she slowed down her rubbing. She could also feel him beginning to go soft in her hand. Within a few moments, it was all over. Ross slumped down onto the table, his body slowly relaxing as he continued to enjoy the spasms in his reproductive organs. 

"You did very well for your first time. So what do you think about all of this?" Toni asked with a big grin. She could remember the first time she ever got a male to cum. It was such a feeling of empowerment to her. 

"Unbelievable. I loved doing it. It's such a different feeling than watching it on the computer. I can't believe that I did all of that," Candy said, almost breathlessly as she looked at the sperm filled rubber. She was as out of breath, as much as Ross was. Ross' cock was quickly softening and shrinking, but the rubber was full. 

"I think that the word you're looking for is aroused," Toni said with a laugh. "It is a big turn on, wouldn't you say?" Toni asked the trainee.

"Oh definitely. It's nothing like I've seen on the Internet. It's definitely better doing it for real, rather than watching it," Candy gushed. Her face was actually a deep blush red. "I want to do him again," Candy said quickly as she continued to gently rub the completely soft cock. It was soft enough that the overfilled rubber flopped from side to side as her hand moved. 

"No, not yet. Now that his arousal is lessened, there are several things that we need to do to him. Since he won't be so desperate to cum, we can work on him for a while, getting him enlarged. Then, maybe I'll let you taste him," Toni said with a big laugh.

"Taste him?" Candy said a groan. Her face paled, almost going white with just the thought of her mouth being on something that she had just played with. 

"You'll be amazed at what your mouth can do to a male," Toni said with a laugh. "It will be a little while before he's ready to go again. In that time, we might as well get you use to what the male creature is all about," Toni said as she watched Candy closely.

"I'm ready. Tell me what you want me to do," Candy said as she continued to watch the soft cock bob up and down from her hand movements. 

"Ok, first off, get rid of that rubber. Grasp it tightly at the bottom and squeeze his cock as you slide the rubber off of him. Try to get as much of his milk as you can as you pull it from him," Toni instructed as she watched Candy gently grasp the soft cock and slide the rubber off of Ross. Candy looked around, not sure of what to do with the warm half full rubber. 

"There's so much. What do I do with it?" Candy asked, looking around the room. 

"Look over on the countertop. Just put it in one of the specimen jars and put the top on it. We'll get rid of it later," Toni said as she watched Candy follow her instructions. Toni couldn't help but notice that Ross watched every move that Candy made as she padded barefooted across the room to get rid of the rubber. Candy opened the jar and dropped the gooey mess into the container. She looked into the jar momentarily, as if she was considering keeping it as a memento. It was the first time that she had ever even touched a male, let alone taken the sperm out of him. 

"It doesn't look the same in a rubber like that, as it does on the Internet," Candy said as she looked into the specimen jar. The rubber lay in the bottom of the jar, the warm sperm beginning to seep out in large globs and puddles. 

"Believe me, there's plenty more where that came from," Toni said with a laugh. "Go over to the sink and get another towel, soak it in hot water. You need to clean him up before we continue, otherwise he's going to get sticky and start to smell," she quickly added. Candy went to the sink and soaked a hand towel in hot water. She brought it back to the exam table where she began cleaning Ross.

"Ummm, I think that he smells good," Candy said with a dreamy stare.

"That's your arousal speaking," Toni said with a laugh. "Right now, your arousal level is up and your sense of smell is intensified. What you smell is sex, in case you hadn't realized it. You just gave him an intense, extremely pleasurable experience. But what is more important is that you drastically reduced his arousal level. He'll get hard again in a few minutes, but he won't be so quick to cum the next time," she added.




The New Slave Ch. 42



"You said that we were going to make him cum twice. Do you want me to start him again?" Candy asked innocently. It was obvious that she was more than enjoying the session and wanted to masturbate the male again.

"No, not yet. We're going to start work on enhancing his size. During that procedure, it will give you ample time to discover more about a male. I definitely think that you're going to enjoy this portion of your training," Toni said with a grin on her face. 

"Just tell me what to do," Candy said as she finished cleaning the soft cock. She would occasionally look at Ross' face, to see what his reactions were to her attention on him. His smile said a lot to her. Her smile also said a lot to him. 

"This is the part where we'll start the enhancement on his genitals. It will give him a rest between his cums and you can learn a lot more about males," she said as she moved from behind Ross. "Don't worry, for this portion of the session, I'll have to do the work while you watch and learn," Toni said, stepping out and around Ross, as if she had just came back into the room. Ross immediately turned, seeing her moving from the corner of his eye. 

"Should I put my clothes back on?" Candy said, almost disappointedly. 

"Definitely not. Just the sight of you is causing a lot of his arousal. He is more than enjoying what you're showing him," Toni said laughing. Ross still could not hear what they were saying. 

"Since the customer wants Ross enlarged, we're going to do a series of things to him, to get his cock bigger. His balls are already way oversized, but we can do some enhancement on them too. Most of what we're going to do to him, he isn't going to like. But it's nothing permanent and he'll be fine and functioning like a typical horny male in no time at all," Toni said as she went over to a cabinet and retrieved a large clear Plexiglas cylinder and a hand pump with hose. Since Toni was still nude from the waist up, she immediately went over to the exam table and laid out the implements on a small table. She wanted to make sure that Ross could see her and enjoy her sights also. It was obvious that he did, since his cock immediately began to fatten up. His cock was thickening, but not getting hard. It had been only minutes since Candy had finished him. 

"What's that?" Candy asked as she watched Toni working on the cylinder and hand pump. 

"It's what we call a 'cock & ball' wash. That's what we jokingly call it. We're going to stuff his cock and balls into this cylinder and then slowly suck all of the air out. As the pressure increases around his genitals, it will force blood and fluids to be pulled into his cock and balls and engorge them. His cock is mostly spongy tissue, as well as his balls. When the spongy chambers in his cock are overfed with blood, then he gets hard. We're just going to enhance his size by making him more engorged than normal. See how much bigger the cylinder is, compared to his cock and ball size?" Toni said as she took a hand full of lotion and began to coat his softened ball sack. 

"But won't that hurt him?" Candy asked a shocked look on her face. "The cylinder is huge," she added, watching every move that Toni made.

"It can hurt, but we're not trying to hurt him. We're just going to 'puff' him up, so to speak. His cock and balls will start to swell as the pressure is increased and more fluid is forced into them. It will get uncomfortable for him, especially as his balls begin to swell up. But it is also very pleasurable, so we'll have to watch him closely, to make sure he doesn't' cum inside the cylinder. There are about a million nerve endings in his cock and his balls, and you might say that this will be a very erotic pain for him," Toni added with a laugh. 

"But he's already huge. How much bigger can he get?" Candy asked. Her eyes were still glued to the cylinder and to Toni's lathering hands. Ross was not hard, but his cock was obviously swollen from arousal. He was slightly thicker than when he was soft. 

"He's big, but he isn't the biggest male here. There are several that make him look small. We're just going to do some things to him to make him a little bigger, for the customer. Ok, here is the cylinder; I want you to get his cock and balls into the cylinder. Then I'll show you what to do," Toni said, handing Candy the large cylinder. Candy immediately took the cylinder and placed it between Ross' thighs, pushing his cock into the wide mouthed opening. Getting it firmly up against his pubic bone, she reached between his thighs and started to push the soft sack up into the cylinder. She had one ball inside the cylinder but was having trouble getting the other one into the now stuffed opening.

"It won't go in," Toni said as she gently pushed and prodded the fleshy ball on the outside of the cylinder. It was obvious that she was being gentle and trying not to hurt the restrained male. The mouth of the cylinder was large enough to take in part of his sexual organs, but not all of them. With the mouth of the cylinder being smaller than the cylinder, it would guarantee an airtight seal when it was pressured up and all of him was inside of it. 

"Yes he will. You might have to force the last one in. Just push it firmly into the cylinder. You'll be surprised when it pops in. Believe me, it's more squeezable than you think," Toni instructed the new hire. "Besides, it's not that bad. It will only hurt him for a few seconds. He'll be ok," she said with glee as she watched Candy struggling with the one ball. It was obvious as Candy pushed hard on the one ball, trying to force it into the tight opening. Ross immediately jerked hard and winced as she pushed harder and harder, finally forcing it into the cylinder.

"Wow that was freaky. I didn't think that a ball could be squeezed like that. I could actually feel it pop when it went in," Candy said as she viewed her success. At this point, all of Ross' genitals were stuffed into the cylinder. Since the cylinder itself was bigger than the circumference of his cock and his balls, there was plenty of room for the enlargement. 

"You're learning fast. Now, go to the sink and get a hypodermic syringe from the drawer. Fill it up with hot water. Get the water hot enough that you can barely stand it on your skin. We're going to inject the hot water into the cylinder to help soften his skin up. That will make the skin of his cock and balls soften and swell faster. Are you starting to see why we call it a cock and ball 'wash'?" Toni said laughing out loud. 

"I've never seen anything like this on the Net. And this will make him bigger than he already is?" Candy asked, watching as Toni hooked up the hose and the hand pump to the cylinder. 

"Yes it will. Depending on how long we leave the cylinder on him, and how much we keep it pressured up, we can make him a little larger or just plain freakishly huge," Toni said with a grin. "We're only going to make him a little bit larger, since he's already pretty thick," Toni said as she checked the cylinder for a tight seal against his pubic area. 

"And this is the enhancement part?" Candy asked as she watched Toni hook up the hand pump and the air tubing. 

"This is just part of it. Since you took one load from him already and lessened his arousal, this will just pump up his male toys. You still have to watch him carefully. As his cock and balls begin to swell up, the nerves will start to scream from the attention. He'll want to cum, as his balls get bigger. I've seen males literally unload when they were in a cylinder. If he cums under this much pressure, he'll just about blow out every drop that's in him. We can't have that, so be sure to watch his breathing, his legs and stomach muscles, and listen to him carefully. We do not want him cumming, got it?" Toni said as she saw that everything was ready.

"Got it. Do we just sit and watch him, or what?" Candy asked. The tone in her voice suggested that she wanted to do more and that just watching was going to be a bore. 

"Oh no. We're going to keep him pumped up, but this is where we can have some real fun with him," Toni said with a strong emphasis on the word 'fun'. Ross was laid out flat on the exam table. With the cylinder in place, it stuck straight out from his prone body, tightly pressed against his pubic bone and around his organs. The cylinder was obviously larger than the circumference of his cock and balls together. It was also longer than his entire length, giving his fleshy organs plenty of room to expand. 

"Ok, see the small air hole on the top of the cylinder. Pull the tape away from the hole and slowly inject the hot water into the cylinder. Hot water is important and it speeds up the swelling of his tissue. Since genital tissue is sensitive and soft and with it being under pressure, it will flood with his blood and fluids, pretty quickly. Hot water promotes blood flow. Put all of this together, and we'll have a very nice swell going on," Toni said as she watched Candy inject the hot water into the cylinder. Ross winced slightly as the hot water began to fill the cylinder.

"Guess that you got it too hot," Toni said laughing. It didn't take but a few moments before Ross' tender skin became accustomed to the hot water that flooded the cylinder. Toni then reached out and secured the tape over the air hole, making the cylinder airtight. She then took the hand pump and began to pump it, suctioning the air from the cylinder. As she worked the hand pump, it was obviously sucking more and more of Ross into the cylinder. 

"Ok, I want you to get the cylinder pumped up and under pressure. You don't want to go too far with the pumping or you'll rupture blood vessels and that won't go over very well with the customer. So take it slowly and feel the hand pump as the pressure on him increases. As the pumping gets harder to do, that means the pressure is building up inside of the cylinder. Right now, inside of the cylinder, his cock and balls are becoming engorged with blood and fluid. We want to take it slowly, so that we don't injure or damage him," Toni said handing the pump over to Candy. 

Candy took the hand pump and gently drew back on it, feeling the pressure that she was exerting on the cylinder. As the air was sucked out of the cylinder, the fleshy organs inside were gradually expanding and swelling, to accommodate the increased pressure. 

"Wow, there's nothing to it," Candy said with a big grin on her face. "So, too much pressure and I'll hurt him?" she asked as she slowly worked the hand pump.

"That's right. But the problem is that you won't know he's injured or damaged, till you take the cylinder off. If you rupture a blood vessel, he probably won't even feel it, but you'll sure see it when you take the cylinder off. That spot will swell up like a large bump and turn black and blue. The customer's don't like that look in their sex slaves," Toni said, carefully watching Candy's slow pumping.

"So, right now, he's swelling up, inside this cylinder?" Candy asked, carefully watching and feeling the hand pump. 

"Yes, but that's why we do it slow and gradual. We want him to slowly swell. Just take it real slow. That's about enough," Toni said, taking the hand pump from Candy. Toni pulled back on the hand pump one time, checking the amount of pressure that was on it. 

"Right there is good for now. We'll let him get use to that for a little while and then we'll increase the pressure some more. By the time that we're through, we're going to have one very nicely enhanced male, for the customer,' Toni said as she removed the tubing from the cylinder. "He'll stay under pressure till we open that air hole, and let the air back in," she added, smiling at her handiwork. 

"So, now we just sit and watch him?" Candy said, the disappointment obvious in her voice.

"Oh no. We're going to make good use of this time, and let you have some fun with him. You've never been around a male before, so now would be a great time for you to enjoy him," Toni said with a laugh. "Besides, this is just one step in his 'enhancement' process. For the rest of the session, we'll be doing whatever it takes to make him bigger," Toni said, her eyes carefully watching Candy. Candy just beamed. She was more than eager to enjoy her newfound play toy. Her nipples were so hard that they looked almost painful. Her thong was soaking wet.



The New Slave Ch. 43



Chapter 43, Candy Enjoys a Male Slave

Candy stood and watched for a few moments as Toni continued to check the pressure on the cylinder. Toni would grasp the oversized cylinder with both hands and tug at it, pulling it away from Ross' body, checking to make sure that the cylinder was still holding Ross tightly. It was pointless to have him pressured up, inside of the cylinder, if there was no pressure. Toni explained that the greater the pressure, the more enhancements that could be gained. She also cautioned about being slow and gradual in the process. 

"Is this hurting him?" Candy asked, mesmerized by what she watching going on inside of the huge cylinder. 

"No, not at all. As a matter of fact, it is usually very pleasurable for a male. The pressure is forcing his balls and cock to swell up. As his organs become more engorged in fluid, the nerves start to become over stimulated. That's why we have to watch and make sure that he doesn't cum while under pressure. We're keeping the pressure pretty mild, enough to make him swell, but not enough to make him blow his load," Toni explain with a laugh. 

"He was already huge, in my opinion. How much bigger will this get him?" Candy asked.

"We're keeping it mild. Apparently this customer has seen Ross, or maybe enjoyed his size. I don't know what she wants him for, but she wants him bigger. This is only the beginning of the enhancement. This is to get his skin and inner tissue pumped up a little. Once I take the cylinder off of him, there are a bunch of things that I can do, that will enhance him more. Most of those things, he's not going to like," Toni said quietly, as if she didn't want Ross to hear her.

"What do you mean things that he won't like?" Candy asked, her attention now fully focused on Toni. That sparkle in her eyes came back in a flash. She wanted to know all of the things that Ross 'wouldn't like' being done to him. 

"What we're doing is just getting him a little bit larger. The next few things that we're going to do will involve some pretty rough treatment, mostly to get his cock head and foreskin thicker and bigger. It's very stimulating, but he's probably not going to like it. Remember, stimulation can be erotic pleasure and it can also be painful," Toni instructed.

"Painful? What are we going to do?" Candy asked with her excitement now more than obvious.

"I get the distinct impression that you're more interested in the painful stimulus rather than the pleasure stimulus. Are you a sadist?" Toni asked, laughing out loud and looking right at Candy. "A lot of the staff here has been accused of being sadists," she said, eyeing Candy closely. 

"I'm not really sure. I've seen some things on the Internet that were very interesting. You might say that it sparked my curiosity. It dealt with different things being done to male slaves. I'd never seen anything like that before," Candy said, her eyes looking down as she tried to hide her embarrassment. "It seemed a lot more thrilling to watch a male being worked on, that was resisting. When they just lay there, enjoying what the woman is doing, that seems pretty boring," Candy said, her face blushing as she admitted her own arousing thoughts to a stranger. 

"Are you telling me that abusing a male slave turns you on?" Toni said, laughing out loud. 

"I don't know. I don't really think that it's abuse, if the male is erect or cumming. Being right here with a male is a lot different than watching it on a computer screen. I'm not sure, but I do know that what we're doing is a turn on. I'm enjoying it a lot," Candy said innocently. She wasn't fooling Toni at all. 

"It's pretty obvious that you're enjoying it," Toni said, glancing down at Candy's saturated thong. There was no hiding the sticky slick moisture that was covering Candy's thong. Candy glanced down, seeing what Toni was looking at, and immediately turned a bright red in the face. She was embarrassed. 

"So, what do we do now?" Candy asked, trying to change the subject. She was also getting impatient to continue the lesson. It was going so well that she wanted to do more. Her arousal was demanding that she continue. Her being almost nude didn't seem to even cross her mind. She was acting as if being nude with a male was an everyday thing. Toni couldn't help but notice the large wet patch that could be seen shining around the front and bottom of Candy's thong. Candy was more than wet, and wanting to continue the education.

"We're not going to keep the cylinder on him for long, but we can speed things up. Want to play with him some more?" Toni asked, looking up at the new trainee.

"Sure, what can I do?" Candy replied more than enthusiastically. Candy's entire mood brightened at the thought of getting to play with a real male. 

"Maybe we should let him play with you, rather than you play with him. Or how would you feel about doing both?" Toni said, a big grin on her face. Candy was more than attractive and Toni didn't mind at all, watching the very sexual trainee become sexually involved with the slave. Toni was definitely heterosexual, but she also enjoyed watching sex, very much. 

"Play with me?" Candy asked in a shocked voice. "I've never even been this close to a real male, let alone do what we've already done to him. I could go home right now, a very happy girl," she said with a grin. 

"Well, consider all of this part of your training. You're going to learn a lot about males, but you're also going to learn a lot about yourself. Let me put it simply. Do you find this arousing? Does all of this turn you on?" Toni asked, her hands running down Ross' chest, coming to stop in his pubic hair. She stood there smiling, her fingernails tapping on the pressurized cylinder. 

"Oh yes. More than you'd believe," Candy breathed in a deep sigh. 

"Good, then you're a normal young woman. I think that it's time for you to see just how much fun all of this can be. There's nothing wrong with you enjoying yourself as you learn. Right?" Toni said as she watched Candy's reaction.

"No, not at all," Candy said with a big grin. She didn't know exactly what Toni was talking about, but knew that it was going to be fun. 

"Good. Slip off your thong and climb up on the exam table. I think that you're going to really like this part," Toni said. 

"Take it off?" Candy asked her shock evident in her wide-eyed look. Her face blushed brightly. 

"With the fun time that you already gave Ross, I think that it's time that you enjoyed him. He can't hear you and he can't talk, that just about makes him the perfect male," Toni said laughing out loud. "Don't worry. This is exactly the type of thing that the doctor wants us to do. It helps to 'enhance' the male and keep his arousal up," Toni said as she watched Candy's shock. 

"Well, I guess I could. I've never done anything like this. I don't even know what to do," Candy said as she slowly tugged her thong down over her shapely hips. Dropping it to the floor, she picked the thong up and looked around, nervous about where to put it. She clung to it for a few moments, letting the tiny piece of material cover up her more than wet vaginal area. It was obvious that she was shy and a little embarrassed. 

"You don't know what to do? Believe me; just do whatever comes into your mind. I think that you'll find it very natural and won't have any problems," Toni said with a grin. Toni noticed that even though Candy didn't have any experience except with her computer, she had made the effort to have a very attractive pubic area. She was completely shaved and had baby soft smooth skin. The wetness around her lips was more than obvious, slick and coating the engorged vaginal lips.

"Well, I sort of know what to do, but I've never done anything like this. I'm not too sure where to start," Candy said, her hesitancy showing in her voice.

"It's not where to start that it's important, just that you do start. Believe me, you'll get into it in a few moments," Toni instructed her. "Climb up on the table with him, just straddle his chest, facing toward his feet. That way you can still watch and help with what I'm doing. Oh, and go ahead and take the ball gag out of his mouth," Toni said as she walked over to a nearby cabinet. Toni glanced back over her shoulder, seeing Candy struggling to get up onto the exam table, in a ladylike manner. Being totally nude, there was no ladylike way to do it. 

"Ok, I think that I'm ready, I'm ..... Ummmmmmm," came a long moan from Candy as she suddenly stopped in mid sentence. Toni quickly turned around in time to see that Ross' head was raised up from the table and his head hidden between Candy's smooth thighs. Toni couldn't see what was going on, but judging by Candy's arched back and her head thrown back, it was easy to figure out what Ross was doing. Candy was straddling Ross over his upper chest. Her knees were planted along side of Ross' sides, putting her pussy right over his face. With the ball gag removed, he did what was natural for a male entertainment slave. He immediately began to gently lap at her very young and very sensitive folds. Candy had not even gotten comfortable on the table yet. Her hands and arms were still frozen in midair, just frozen there, as if she were about to reach out and steady herself. She looked like a frozen statue.

"I had a feeling that you'd figure out what to do," Toni said laughing as she pulled a high intensity vibrator from a cabinet drawer. "Just relax and let him do what comes natural," Toni added. Toni watched in amazement as Candy gasped several times, her entire body beginning to shake. She had begun to lower her hips downward, pressing more against the mouth that was so expertly working her. She reached out and steadied herself with her hands on the sides of the exam table. This way, she could easily relax and only have to move her hips. She eased her hips down further, allowing Ross more access to her now throbbing pussy. Within a few seconds, she let her entire weight rest on his face; her back arched hard and her head flung back. 

"Candy, just relax and enjoy it," Toni said as she walked back over to the exam table. Candy was oblivious to Toni's voice, her breath now coming in quick short pants. "Candy... Candy... Candy!" she said as she began to laugh. Candy was caught up in the moment and was not even aware of Toni being in the same room. Suddenly Candy's entire body jerked hard, a long moan came from her as she experienced her first orgasm by a male. Her back was arched hard, her head back, eyes closed as the intense sensations rushed through her body. She shook hard several times, her thighs clamped tightly to Ross' sides. Her entire body was stiff and flexed; her arms locked tightly as she felt the intensity of the orgasm explode through her. Toni just sat and watched, amused and aroused at what she was seeing. After several moments, Candy slumped forward, her breasts resting across Ross' thighs as she caught her breath. She lay slumped on top of Ross for several moments, not moving.

"I told you that you'd get into it. So, what do you think of your training so far?" Toni said with a laugh. She was standing right next to Candy, but Candy was in her own world at the moment. She jumped suddenly, as if she had just become aware of Toni's presence. Candy immediately rose up, quickly trying to climb off of Ross, her embarrassment evident in her blood red face. 

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh," Candy kept repeating over and over as she tried to escape her compromising position. She looked as if she was scared to death. Her embarrassment was more than obvious. She wouldn't even look at Toni. 

"Just relax. Stay right there, you're doing fine," Toni said as she quickly threw her arm around Candy to steady her. It was obvious that Candy was about to panic. "There's nothing wrong, you just had a very intense orgasm. Enjoy it. Just relax and breathe deeply. There's nothing wrong," Toni continued, trying to console the young trainee. It was a surprising experience for Candy, but Toni had seen this same reaction with some of the newly hired young women. 

"I didn't know that he was going to do that. As soon as his mouth touched me, it felt so good. I just couldn't stop it," Candy bemoaned. 

"Why would you want to stop it? You didn't do anything wrong. You did very well and you obviously enjoyed it. Didn't you?" Toni asked, wondering if she was getting the wrong signals from the trainee.

"Oh no, I more than enjoyed it. I loved it. I've felt those 'feelings' before, but never that intense. I thought I was going to explode," Candy said laughing, her breathing still coming in rasps. She was quickly relaxing, her body posture beginning to settle down as she straddled Ross' chest. Her face was still blood red, not from embarrassment, but from her aroused state. 

"I told you to just do what comes natural. He did. Just stay where you are. From your 'vantage' point, you can watch and learn what I'm doing," Toni said with a laugh.

"I would love to do that again. But I'm afraid that I'll suffocate him," Candy said laughing. She was now conscious of her weight on Ross. She was sitting on him, but obviously holding her weight up off of him.

"Don't worry. I'm sure that he's enjoying you. I want you to watch carefully what I'm going to do. Remember, his genitals are pressured up inside the cylinder. They're swollen, even after this short amount of time. They're getting more and more sensitive, the longer this cylinder is on him. His balls have a huge amount of nerve endings and they're getting over stimulated right now. We don't want him cumming, not till we're ready to do him again," Toni said as she plugged the hand held vibrator into a nearby socket. This particular vibrator was known as a Swedish massager. It had springs around the base that would fit over your hand, allowing the vibrator to rest on top of your hand as your hand did the massaging. In this case, it would do more than massage. 

"What should I do?" Candy asked softly. Her breathing had become normal and she looked very relaxed, almost dreamy. The slight smile on her face said a lot.

"Just watch. I'm going to 'jiggle' his genitals by applying the vibrator to the cylinder. The fact that it's pressured up will just increase the sensations that he's feeling. It will be a lot like a very intense vibration deep inside his cock and especially his balls. The vibration will also increase his arousal and produce more blood flow into his genitals. That will help increase his size. Watch this," Toni said as she applied the high intensity massager to the bottom side of the cylinder.

"Unnnggghhh," Ross moaned loudly as he felt the intensity on his already bloated sex organs. Immediately Ross moaned again as he felt the intense, almost painful vibration battering his balls. His cock felt it also, but his balls were almost overly sensitive to the fast vibration. His hips popped upward as if he was trying to feed his cock to the vibrator. Toni held the massager tightly against the pressurized cylinder, watching him closely. 

"Right now, his balls are swollen and what I'm doing is really jiggling his nerve endings. Jiggling is about the best word that I can come up with, for what I'm doing to him. His balls will go into spasms and quivers. It's intense but we don't want him cumming. So, watch his body movements and reactions closely. We don't want him cumming inside of the cylinder. The intensity of an orgasm while he's under pressure would just about empty his balls. The customer wouldn't like that at all," Toni said with a laugh.

Candy was mesmerized. She could only stare as Ross groaned and pushed his hips upward against the vibrator. Even with the cylinder on him and pressured up, he had not reacted like this. It was obvious to her that the vibrator's intensity was sending shockwaves through his genitals. Toni had said that his nerve endings would go crazy and it was obvious that they were. Candy found the 'jiggling' to be more than arousing to watch. To her, it almost appeared that Ross was in pain, but the fact that he was pushing upward against Toni's hand told her differently. His rapid breathing also confirmed what she suspected.

"Is it hurting him?" Candy asked as she stared at Toni's hands and the cylinder.

"Probably a little bit, but it's an erotic pain. His balls are so bloated under all of this pressure, that they're about ready to pop. Everything that we're doing is going to really plump him up and make him bigger. He'll thank us for it later," she said laughing out loud. 

"Will his balls pop?" Candy asked, a look of horror on her face.

"No, not pop like explode, but pop like one hell of an orgasm. We don't want him cumming. So watch him carefully," Toni instructed as she closely watched Ross' body language. He was already rhythmically thrusting against her hand. Occasionally he would twist or writhe in a way that indicated a painful sensation. His balls were swelling to the point that he was begging to cum. Cumming was the only thing to relieve what the cylinder was doing to him. Toni would watch him for a few moments and then pull the vibrator away from him. She would wait for a moment or two and then apply it again, to the underside of the cylinder, where his bloated balls were laying. She suddenly applied the vibrator to the topside of the cylinder, where his cock was pressed against the cylinder wall. Immediately he let out a long moan and thrust high into the air, gasping. Toni immediately jerked the vibrator away, postponing the inevitable. 

"If you really want to feel him entertain you, just sit back a little and relax. As close as he is to cumming right now, he'll more than do a number on you," Toni said, looking up at Candy. It didn't take any prompting as Candy immediately leaned back, lowering her hips so that her pussy was just above his mouth. Immediately she moaned loudly as Ross lashed out with his tongue, hungrily lapping at her overly sensitive lips. It was as if he was desperate, licking and nuzzling her wet entrance. In his over induced arousal and denial, he pressed his mouth up into Candy, his tongue darting in and out of her, lapping at her throbbing clit. Bringing her to orgasm might increase his chance at orgasm. His mouth was moving at a frenzied rate. Toni smiled as she reached down and slowly began to increase the pressure on the cylinder with the hand pump. 

"Enjoy it while you can, in a few minutes he won't be enjoying it as he is right now," Toni said, watching the surprised Candy. 

"Is this the part that he won't like?" Candy asked innocently. She was getting herself comfortable, her arms out in front of her, supporting her upper body by leaning on Ross' thighs. 

"No, this is the pleasurable part. He's not going to like what we're going to be doing to him next. Next we're going to do the real enhancement stuff," Toni said with a grin. 

"Oh shit," Candy mouthed in a long extended moan. She gasped several times as the sensations welled up inside of her. The increased pressure on Ross' balls and cock sent him into overdrive. He was as desperate to make her cum, as he was to cum himself. Candy's back arched hard as she pressed her body down on the sucking mouth. Immediately, Ross sucked her clit and upper vaginal lips into his mouth, working it, forcing her to cum hard. She groaned and pressed her entire weight down against his mouth. She froze as the second and more powerful orgasm racked her body, the sensations blasting outward from her center. Her thighs and stomach muscles tightened up hard, her head thrown back, a single long gasp coming from her. Ross continued working her, feeling the fleshy clit push out from the hood as she rubbed frantically against his mouth. His own orgasm was beginning to well up inside of him.

"That's enough," Toni said as she quickly jerked the vibrator away from the cylinder. She could see that he was on the verge of cumming. She immediately released some of the pressure on the cylinder; forcing Ross' orgasm to stop before it had even got started. "You really have to keep an eye on these guys. They'll pop out a load before you even know they're there," she said with a laugh. Candy wasn't listening. She was in her own world, her body barely beginning to come down from her orgasmic plateau. She moaned and slumped forward on top of Ross. Ross was breathing hard, a look of total frustration on his face. He even pushed upward a few times, hinting to Toni that he had not finished. She saw the hint, but ignored it. She had seen males thrusting and jerking like this, trying to finish what she or a trainer had started deep inside of their quivering balls. 




The New Slave Ch. 43



"Ohhhh," Candy moaned as she lay on top of Ross' upper legs. "That was unbelievable. It was more intense than the first one," she said, her voice almost in a breathy whisper. 

"That's good. I doubt that you'll get any more chances today, at least with this male. Now we're going to start the rough part. What we've done already has enhanced him, getting his entire cock and balls bigger, but there are a few more finishing touches that we need to do, to really get him swollen. The customer is going to love this guy," Toni said as she released the pressure on the cylinder down even further. Toni quickly grabbed a handful of towels and placed them under Ross' genitals, where the cylinder was attached to him. Letting off the pressure completely, there was a rush of water that flooded out of the cylinder as the pressure went to zero. 

"Are you still with me?" Toni asked, grinning and looking down at the prone trainee. Candy was just lying there, like a cat lying in a warm sunny window. She had barely raised her hips up, just enough to allow Ross to breath. She was relaxed, her breathing deep and her body barely moving. "I do hope that you've been paying attention and listening to what I have been telling you. Did you see how obvious he was as he was getting closer to cumming?" Toni asked.

"Yes, I actually did," Candy said in a soft sleepy voice. She laughed softly, thinking about all of this being a 'study session'. Study time had never been this good. "I also happened to notice that his legs went stiff and straight and that his toes curled downward, right about the time that he was going to cum. I could also tell that his stomach muscles tightened up hard. I couldn't hear his breathing, but judging by the speed of his mouth, I would say that he was right on the verge of cumming," Candy said with a sleepy grin on her face. She barely raised her head to look up at Toni. 

"Damn, you were paying attention. Good girl. I'm impressed. Would you have known to stop when I did, or would you have missed that?" Toni said, referring to her taking the vibrator away and quickly letting the pressure off of the cylinder. 

"I have to admit that I have seen those same body responses from males on the Internet. I guess that you might say that males are pretty obvious when they're about to blow," Candy said, grinning. "Did I do well?" Candy said with an innocent smile.

"You did very well," Toni said with a laugh. "Ok, I want you to sit up and help with this. I want you to remove the cylinder. Remember, he's enlarged, so it will be a little bit of an effort to get the cylinder off. Just be firm and work it off of him," she instructed. Candy immediately sat up and moved her body down Ross' body, straddling his stomach. She sat on him, her hands tugging at the cylinder. With the pressure released, she began to work the cylinder back and forth, freeing up more and more of the enhanced genitals. Even before it was completely off of him, it was obvious that he was swollen. With some effort of tugging and twisting, she was finally able to free the cylinder from him.

"Whoaaaaaa, he is huge," Candy said as Ross' enlarged genitals tumbled out of the cylinder. With no pressure or stimulation on him, his cock was still thick but obviously not totally erect. The three quarters hard cock plopped down onto his stomach, the pre cum oozing steadily from the gaping slit. He was aroused, but his hardness was quickly fading from his plumped up cock. "It looks like an overstuffed sausage," Candy said with a laugh. She poked it several times with her fingertips, wanting to see it grow back into the hard shape that she had been enjoying earlier. Ross' cock was obviously thicker and fleshier than it had been, just a short time before. The cock head and foreskin was greatly enlarged and thickened due to the pressurized cylinder. His balls were another matter. The sack looked like it had more than doubled in size, almost like a fleshy colored melon attached between his legs. 

"Ok, we're going to have to watch him even more carefully now. The enhancement has enlarged him, but more importantly, his cock and his balls are super sensitive now. All of those nerve endings that send pleasure signals to his brain are raw and overly responsive. Do you see why we started out with you jacking him off?" Toni said with a grin. 

"If we hadn't, he'd probably have popped his cookies in the cylinder. Right?" Candy asked in a quiet tone. She was still busy examining the oversized sex organs in front of her. Her fingers were softly feeling the exposed underside of his shaft, the bloated head and the thickened foreskin. His balls were so pumped up that she was afraid to touch them. Ross' balls had enlarged enough that each one pushed out distinctively from the baby smooth soft pouch. She could easily discern the outline of each ball as it lay in the fluid flooded sack. 

"Popped his cookies?" Toni repeated with a laugh. "I don't think that I've ever heard that one. I assume that you mean his cumming," Toni said laughing out loud

"Yea, he would have cum. You knew what I meant," Candy said with a blush. "Popping his cookies is what some of my girlfriends call it. One of my friends calls it banana nut milk," she said sheepishly. It was obvious that Candy was not familiar with a lot of the sexual terms. She and her friends had made up the best descriptions they could come up with, based on what they had seen on the Internet. 

"Don't worry. I've heard most of the phrases before. Here, take these towels and make sure that he is completely dry. I want his skin as dry as a bone, or a boner," Toni said laughing. "You have heard that phrase before, haven't you?" Toni asked.

"Boner? I have heard that one, and it's a good description. I have always wondered where the bone went, when the guy goes soft," Candy laughed as she continued to poke and prod the fat cock lying on Ross' stomach. She was serious. Toni just looked at her, shaking her head. 

"There is no bone. It's all meat," Toni replied to Candy. Candy had a completely confused look on her face.

"No bone? What do you mean?" Candy asked seriously. She actually looked up from her newfound toy and stared at Toni. It was obvious that Candy thought that there was an actual bone inside the male's organ. 

"Never mind. Just believe me that there is no bone. You'll understand as you get more experience. But for now, just make sure that his cock and balls are completely dried off. Candy happily took her time, picking up the now hardening cock and softly drying if off. She spent extra time rubbing it softly making sure that it was completely dry. She seemed to relish the sight of it swelling larger and lengthening, just from her attention to it. She then began drying off Ross' swollen sack, barely touching it. It was obvious that she was somewhat nervous about doing anything with his balls. 

"You don't have to be that gentle with those. Contrary to what you may think, his balls can take a lot of abuse and still keep on spurting," Toni said with a laugh. "Like I told you, each male is different and you'll become familiar with each of them as they come through here. But believe me; this one can take a lot of abuse. You'll find out as we go," Toni said as she watched Candy continue to dry the huge bloated sack. 

"I know I have a lot to learn, but so much of the stuff on the Internet says that their balls are really super sensitive. You have to be gentle with them," Candy replied in total innocence. She had read a lot about males, but had never touched one. This was all a new set of firsts for her. 

"Some males can take a lot, some males you can barely touch their balls and they'll start whining and crying. You just have to work with each male to find out how far you can go with it. But this male, you can do pretty much anything that you want. A lot of males are just like Ross. The more you work his balls, the harder he'll cum," Toni said as she grinned at Ross. Toni glanced at Candy, seeing that gleam in her eyes. It was obvious that she was putting more pressure and roughness in her drying technique. Candy seemed fascinated by the two fleshy orbs in her hands. She was now moving them around, feeling them, pressing her fingers into the soft sack. Candy was going to be an excellent prep girl. 

"I think that I could really get into these," Candy said, her eyes fascinated by what her hands were doing to the restrained male. Candy had never had this much arousal or excitement in all of her combined time on the computer. "There's no experience like hands on experience," Candy said with a laugh. 

"You got that right. I have a feeling that you're really going to enjoy the enhancement process. I tend to think that you will find the next part of our enhancement process very exciting. Go ahead and get him fully erect. Also, keep a towel close by, I want you to make sure his skin stays completely dry," Toni instructed her new trainee. Candy's head shot up, looking at Toni. She had been closely examining the half hard cock that still lay on Ross' stomach.

"Ummm, no problem," Candy said as she gingerly wrapped her fingers around the shaft of the meaty organ, holding it while she wiped away the pre cum from the head. "He is a lot bigger. I can barely get my fingers around the base. He's already too big for intercourse, why would anyone want him to be bigger? Do you think that the customer just wants to see something that big, or maybe display him for some reason?" Candy said in total innocence. Her sexual knowledge was somewhat limited.

"Believe me; no customer is going to pay a lot of money just to look at a big dicked male. If they're paying the high amount to rent him for an evening or a night, and then pay even more money to have him enhanced, then they have plans for his use. I can guarantee it. We're both young, but as you get older and enjoy more males, you'll find that some of your muscles might get a little stretched, if you know what I mean. Besides, don't knock it till you've tried it. That 'stuffed' feeling can be very intense," Toni said as she went to a nearby cabinet and retrieved a large box. 

"Have you ever tried anything this big?" Candy asked shyly. She more than wanted to hear Toni's stories, her ideas, and her sexual instructions. Candy wasn't sure if she should be asking such questions. But her curiosity was peaked on this occasion.  

"Let's just say that it depends on my mood. Believe me; you'll understand this more as you get more experienced. For right now, I'd suggest that you take it very slow. Besides, with a female body of yours and my age, his baby batter, as you put it, would be very potent. The doctor has a strong dislike for any of her staff getting pregnant. You definitely don't want his cock anywhere around your pussy, at least not without a rubber on it," Toni said seriously. 

By this point, Candy had Ross fully erect and a steady stream of pre cum leaking from the gaping mouth of his cock head. The short time in the cylinder had produced the results that Toni wanted, his cock being obviously thicker. It also produced the desired result in his balls, which were now, more firm and heavier. The obvious increase in their size was just a bonus. The two bloated orbs were now more than primed and ready for the customer's use, whatever it might be. 

"Ok, now we're going to do a little extra to enhance his looks and his ability," Toni said as she moved up closer to Ross' side. Candy had done excellent work; Ross' cock was swollen thick and hard, jutting high above his pubic bone. Candy was gently rubbing the meaty shaft, watching carefully so that she didn't fully masturbate him. She was enjoying herself, whether he orgasmed or not. Just playing with a male slave was more fun than she had ever expected for the day. 

"I don't see much more that we could do to him to get him bigger," Candy said, her eyes locked on the dripping cock head.

"Oh, there's plenty that we can do to him. This is where we're going to get rough with him. This is the part that I told you about, that he's not going to like. I have a feeling that you're going to enjoy this part, more than what we've already done," Toni said as she rummaged through the large box.

"Just tell me what to do, I'm loving this lessons," Candy said with a laugh. Her one hand continued to slowly rub the bloated organ, her other hand occasionally wiping off the oozing pre cum with her towel. 

"Ok, let's get started," Toni said as she found what she was looking for. 



The New Slave Ch. 44



Chapter 44: the 'Rough Stuff' Begins

"You know, when it comes right down to it, I have a feeling that you have at least a little bit of a sadistic streak in you. Did you realize that about yourself?" Toni asked seriously, looking up at Candy. Candy was fascinated as she continued the simple task of keeping Ross hard and wiping off the continuous flow of pre cum. 

"Sadistic? Me? I didn't think that I was. Why do you say that?" Candy said, a bit of worry in her voice. She actually broke her sexual concentration as she looked steadily at Toni. Her hand actually stopped rubbing Ross. A look of concern came over her face.

"No, don't look so worried. It's nothing that bad, I don't think. I've noticed that you seem to enjoy some of the more 'abusive' things that we've been doing. And you did admit that you enjoyed watching males on the Internet, that were restrained and resisting. Normally, they're not resisting if they're enjoying what's being done to them. Besides, you almost have to have some sadistic traits to work here. It helps," Toni said, watching Candy carefully. Toni wasn't questioning Candy, nor was she worried about her. She just wanted Candy to understand herself and her own motives and desires. 

"I don't know. I really don't. I might be a little bit sadistic. I've never had the chance to find out, one way or another. I guess that we'll find out," Candy said with a smile. It was obvious that Toni's questions had made Candy wonder about herself, her desires, and her likes and dislikes. At least it had her thinking. "On the Internet, I did find it more arousing to watch a male writhing and jerking, rather than just laying there, smiling and enjoying it. Most of the time, it seemed that either way, they were cumming a lot. So if they're cumming, I really can't say if it was sadistic or just arousing. I think that it would make a very good debate topic," she said laughing loudly. 

"Well, with that in mind, I have a feeling that you're going to really enjoy the rest of Ross' enhancement. It'll be rough on him, but he'll more than thank us later, when the customer is playing with that fat juicy thing," Toni said with a laugh. Even Candy started laughing at the joke. She was ready for more. 

"Will Ross be thanking us or will the customer be thanking us?" Candy said with a laugh.

"Probably both," Toni said laughing as she quickly examined the hard cock in front of her. "What we've done so far is to plump up his cock and his balls. They're obviously thicker and fatter, wouldn't you say?" Toni said as she took a firm grip on Ross' shaft and examined him.

"Oh yea. There's no doubt that he's a lot bigger than he was, before we started. But what do we do with him now?" Candy said, a note of urgency in her voice. She was more than willing to do her part. She didn't know what her part was, but she wanted more of it. 

"Well, his cock and balls are a nice plump size. He was big to begin with, but now he's even bigger. The customer must know him pretty well, if she wants him bigger than he already was. But right now, he's swollen and needs a little bit of fine-tuning. I'm going to enlarge his cock head and foreskin, to get them more proportionate to his shaft size," Toni said matter of fact. 

"Better proportioned? What do you mean?" Candy questioned. The look on her face was of total bewilderment. Candy was doing her small task very well. She continued to wipe away the flowing pre cum from Ross. Toni was holding onto his shaft, looking all around it, as if she were checking it for something. 

"His cock and balls are enlarged, obviously. But his foreskin and cock head are more of a normal size, compared to the rest of him. I want to get them bigger in order to match his increased shaft thickness. We'll leave his shaft alone, but work on the other parts," she said with a grin. She knew that Candy would be excited with what she was going to do. If Candy was actually part sadist, then she was going to love the rest of Ross' enhancement session. 

"Just tell me what to do," Candy murmured, her excitement obvious. 

"Just watch what I do and listen carefully. I'll need you to do exactly what I tell you to do, as soon as I tell you to do it. Think that you can do that?" Toni said with a laugh.

"Sure. I'm more than ready," Candy said, her eyes shining brightly. She was thriving on what she was doing, not to mention what she was getting to see. "This is so much better than watching it on a computer screen," she added. 

"One thing before we get started. Look under the exam table. You'll see a heavy leather belt hanging down from the middle of the table. It's attached on one side of the table. Take the belt and secure it tightly across him at his hips," Toni instructed her trainee. Immediately, Candy looked under the table and grabbed the wide leather restraint that was hanging down. She pulled it across Ross' hips, securing it on the other side of the table. The belt was positioned in such a way that it rested snugly right across Ross' upper pubic bone, neatly out of their way. 

"How's that?" Candy said with a big smile. She was proud of the fact that she had followed Toni's instructions without having to ask any questions. Candy was more than aware of her insistent questioning. 

"That's perfect. Look under the table, underneath his legs. You'll see similar belts for his upper legs. Go ahead and tie him down," Toni instructed Candy. Candy immediately knelt down below the table and saw that there were two belts, one for each leg. She grabbed the first one and pulled it up. Like the waist/hip belt, it could be fastened over Ross' thigh, restraining his leg movements. She did the other leg in the same manner. In essence, Ross was unable to move any of his upper torso or his legs. He was virtually pinned to the table. 

"Now that looks interesting," Candy said as she stepped back and saw that Ross was completely restrained. With his ankles restrained to the bottom of the table, his thighs restrained tightly to the table and his upper body restrained at the hips, he was unable to move anything, except his shoulders, hands and head. Toni wanted him that way. Candy was beside herself, watching the completely immobilized male. "This is going to get good, isn't it?" Candy asked, looking up at Toni.

"Good? Why would you say that?" Toni asked, somewhat confused by Candy's excitement. 

"It's obvious that you're going to do something that will make him jump or move around. So you have him tied completely down. I'm assuming that this is the part that you mentioned, that he isn't going to like?" Candy asked, her eyes flashing at the thought of a male being sexually abused. 

"That's right. You're catching on very quickly. I want you to make sure that his cock stays completely dry. I don't want to see any pre cum or anything, on the cock head," Toni said as she got a firm grasp of the base of Ross' shaft. The blade of her hand was resting firmly against Ross' pubic bone. 

"Sure, nothing to it," Candy said as she quickly used her towel to wipe the pre cum from Ross' cock head. 

"Ok, here we go. Watch carefully to what I'm doing," Toni said as she held Ross' cock tightly. Using her free hand, her thumb and forefinger grasped a large amount of the lose foreskin on the underside of Ross' cock, near the head. Since he wasn't completely hard, it was easy to pinch a large amount of the abundant foreskin. It was obvious as her thumb and forefinger closed tighter and tighter, pinching off the super sensitive skin. Ross winced a little as he felt her fingers tugging at his skin. "Now watch," Toni said as she pinched as hard as she could, and then twisted the captured foreskin. Ross' hips immediately shot up from the table, his gasp loud as the erotic pain shot through his cock. 

"That got his attention, didn't it?" Toni said with a laugh. She had released the pressure to the sensitive foreskin, but was still holding it firmly. She moved her finger and thumb about a half inch from where it had been and began to press tightly, again. Within a few seconds, Ross' hips again shot up from the table as he felt the intense pressure and the twist of her fingers. 

"Wow, that got a reaction from him. Is it that painful?" Candy asked, her eyes open wide and a look of pure enjoyment on her face. She loved every moment of Toni's abuse of the slave's organs. 

"Well, it is somewhat painful. How would you like someone to pinch your pussy lips real hard and twist? See how fast his cock got soft," Toni said with a laugh. By this time, Toni had moved her fingers again, repositioned in another spot only a fraction from where they had been. She immediately applied the same pressure, pinching hard and ending with the same firm twist on the now stretching foreskin. "It's almost always easier to work on a hard cock, rather than working on a soft cock. But this is one time that his being soft doesn't help him any. His being soft helps me achieve the desired affect that I want," Toni said as she moved her fingers again and squeezed hard. Her hands were moving fast, as if she were working the edges on the crust of a pie. She pinched, twisted, and moved, and then repeated it over and over as her hand continued to move around the cock head. Ross jerked and winced each time she squeezed the bright red foreskin. 

"What does all of this do?" Candy asked, her eyes beaming from the pure ecstasy that she was enjoying. Her vaginal entrance couldn't even begin to hold back the flood of moisture that was beginning to ooze from her. Candy could feel her pussy begin to quiver, begging for attention. 

"His cock and balls were big enough, just from the cylinder and all of that pressure. But his cock head and foreskin were sort of lagging behind in development," Toni said laughing out loud. "I'm pinching the hell out of his foreskin, causing it to become so irritated that it will begin to swell. As I keep this up, it will swell up and be more proportionate with his shaft size. This part doesn't take long. When I stop, his foreskin will puff up like a balloon. We just have to be careful that he doesn't cum while we're doing this. Keep a close eye on his body language, breathing, muscles, and all of that. Remember, this is pretty aggressive stimulation. Stimulation can be either painful or pleasurable," Toni said as if reading from a textbook. 

"I love it. I've been keeping his cock head dry, can I try it?" Candy asked, the innocent tone back in her voice. It was obvious that she was chomping at the bit, to get her fingers on the fleshy cock. She couldn't wait to inflict her version of the pinching technique. 

"Let me see your fingernails," Toni asked quickly. Immediately Candy put both of her hands up for Toni to see. "Sorry but your fingernails are too long and would cut him. You'll have to trim your nails down or you'll end up scratching him up. Remember, we don't want to leave any marks or tell tale signs on him," Toni said. Candy's disappointment was more than obvious. It was as if someone had let the air out of her balloon. Her shoulders and head just slumped down.

"Hey, don't feel that way. There's plenty that you can do today. Just take care of the fingernails and you'll get to play with him, next time. Don't be disappointed. This is your first day. You'll get plenty of time to try out all of these fun things. Right?" Toni said, trying to get a smile out of Candy. 

"Sure. I'm really enjoying this, more than you'd believe," Candy said, a big smile flashing across her face. 

"That's more than obvious to me," Toni said as she glanced down at Candy's pubic area. There were several obvious wet drips clinging to Candy's inner thigh. She was so aroused at what they were doing, that her young body couldn't hold back the flow of her virgin fluids. "Believe me, I think that what we're going to be doing will more than make your day," Toni said with a laugh. She was really beginning to like Candy. 

"How long will you continue to do this," Candy asked as she watched Toni's fingers move quickly around Ross' cock head. Each time Toni moved her hand, her fingers would take in a small pinch of foreskin and then twist, continuously moving around and around the foreskin that was growing increasingly darker and darker red. 

"We're just about through. I think that's about as much as he can stand," Toni said as she watched the continually struggling Ross. He would jerk each time her fingers pinched another spot. Candy was thrilled as she watched Ross writhe and jerk, just like the guys on the Internet had done. But what struck Candy as odd was the fact that Ross continued to ooze a steady flow of pre cum. To Candy, that meant that he was aroused, even when his cock was being abused as it was. He had excreted enough that her towel had become obviously wet with his seminal fluid. 

"How aroused is he? He sure is putting out the juice," Candy said as Toni loosened her grip on the blood red cock. 

"With all of this, not too aroused, I'd guess," Toni said with a laugh. As soon as she let go of his cock, it fell flatly onto his stomach, only about half hard. Ross took in a deep breath as he felt Toni let go of his battered organ. "But he'll begin to swell up pretty quickly because of all of the irritation done to it. Want to get him hard?" Toni asked, looking squarely at Candy with a big grin. She knew that Candy would want to play with the fattened cock. 

"Sure, what do I do?" Candy asked, that same tone of innocence in her voice.

"Whatever you'd like," Toni quickly replied. "He's sensitive enough right now that it'll either be difficult to get him hard, or it'll be easy. Try whatever you'd like, see if it works," Toni said with a grin. Candy immediately wrapped her fingers around the fleshy shaft and began to gently rub it. Having leaned from before, she stepped back and smiled at Ross, looking right into his eyes, turning her body toward him. She wanted to make sure that he could see her body and her smiling at him. This had worked a little while before, so she decided to try it again. After about a minute of rubbing, it was obvious that he wasn't getting hard. It was still floppy and only about half hard. It was easy to see that the foreskin was swollen from Toni's pinching technique. 

"What am I doing wrong?" Toni said quietly. It had been so easy before; this was becoming a disappointment to her. Her confidence was beginning to waiver. She tightened her grip and began to rub harder. 

"Oh, don't worry. It's not you. Right now his cock is somewhat desensitized. It'll come back pretty quickly. Just keep doing what you're doing," Toni said as she watched Candy briskly rubbing the fat organ. The swelling of his foreskin was beginning to show. It was much thicker than it had been when they started on him. The aggressive pinching by Toni had irritated it enough that the blood was beginning to rush back into the heavy foreskin. 

"I can feel a lot of difference in his size. He's a lot thicker and I can tell that he's starting to harden," Candy said as she watched her quickly moving hand. Ross was beginning to harden, his cock obviously longer in her hand. The head was pushing out of the thick foreskin and becoming more exposed. Candy could feel his shaft beginning to swell as the sensitivity slowly came back into the battered organ.

"Right now might be a very good time to taste him," Toni said, her eyes watching Candy closely.

"Taste him? You've got to be kidding. I mean, this is my first day and I'm not sure if I want to put him in my mouth," Candy said with a look of horror on her face. Her eyes grew wide, looking at Toni to see if she was kidding. Toni didn't look like she was kidding. She just stood there watching and smiling at Candy.

"No time like the present. Besides, I'm not telling you to suck him off, I'm just telling you to taste him. Not all men taste the same. Go ahead and just try a little taste. You might like it," Toni said grinning as she watched Candy turning pale. Candy looked horrified. She looked down at her hand, which had become frothy and gooey from all of the pre cum. "Do you want to get him hard or not?" Toni asked in a firmer tone. 

"Well yes, but I've never even done any of this, let alone put his thing in my mouth. Look, I really like all of this, a whole lot more than I figured that I would. But I'm just not sure about tasting him. What if I get sick?" Candy said, a worried look on her face.

"You're not going to get sick. And believe me, if you get your mouth anywhere near his cock, he'll probably swell up real hard," Toni coached the new hire.

"That would make him hard, faster?" Candy said as she watched the quickly hardening cock in front of her. She was aroused, knowing that her hand was making him so hard. She was amazed at how easy it was. 

"Oh yea. Take my word for it. Here, I'll make it easier for you. Like I said, you might like it, more than you think," Toni said as she grabbed a dry towel and began wiping off the pre cum from Ross. Within seconds, he was harder and completely dry. "Go ahead, just try him," Toni coached her again. Candy hesitated for a moment and then suddenly leaned down, her mouth only an inch or so from the thick cock. Her eyes were closed, her fist clinched tightly around the hard shaft. She stood there for a moment, motionless, her mouth poised over Ross' cock head. She opened her eyes and took a long look at it, and then slowly slid her mouth downward, taking in the head and foreskin. Toni started laughing, thinking that it reminded her of a small child having to eat spinach for the first time. She was waiting for Candy to make a face, gag, or worse. It was obvious that Ross enjoyed it, his hips easing upward slightly as he let out a soft moan. 

"Well, it must not be that bad," Toni said as she laughed. Surprisingly, Candy was still bent over, her face slowly moving up and down. She was taking in almost half of the hard cock, her hand slowly pumping the bottom of his shaft. Ross had also responded, letting out another long moan, his hips slowly moving in rhythm with Candy's head. "I take it that you find it agreeable?" Toni said laughing and watching the erotic show going on in front of her. Knowing that it was Candy's first time, Toni was more than enjoying the show. Candy had actually shifted her body position, letting her upper body rest on Ross' thighs, getting herself comfortable.

Suddenly, Ross gasped slightly, his hips rising up higher than before. His back arched about the same time that Toni saw that Candy's cheeks were puffing in and out. Candy was now rhythmically sucking Ross, bringing him nearer to orgasm. Candy's head was moving fast enough that it was obvious that Candy was going to complete her oral manipulation. Candy had to know what she was doing, she was very hungrily sucking and rubbing Ross, almost as if she were starving. He was only seconds away.

"That's enough," Toni said firmly to Candy. At the same time, Toni pushed lightly on Candy's shoulder, moving her back away from Ross. "Candy, stop it now," Toni said even louder. Candy immediately stopped, her hand still tightly gripping the twitching cock. She slowly rose up, her mouth covered in her own saliva and Ross' pre cum, a big smile on her face. She hungrily licked her lips, glancing down at the cock in her hand.

"He was getting pretty close wasn't he?" Candy said with a knowing smile. "I don't think that it was so much the taste, as much as it was the thought of what I was doing. It wasn't anything like I thought it would be," Candy said as she wiped her face with a clean towel. 

"You sure didn't look like a first timer. Where did you learn that?" Toni said, closely eyeing her trainee. 

"I've seen this dozens of times, on the computer. Actually, there's not a lot to it. I didn't' know that it would be so easy. And I thought that he tasted pretty good," Candy said with a laugh. She immediately leaned down and sucked the still hard cock into her mouth, sucking harder this time. Ross groaned and jerked as her mouth sucked on the swollen and sensitive head and foreskin of the captured organ. Before Toni could even say a word, Candy rose up, licking her lips again and gave Toni a big grin and a wink. 




The New Slave Ch. 44



"You've got him real close to cumming," Toni warned.

"I know. I could feel it in his cock. As he got closer, my mouth could actually feel his cock swell and start to twitch. I figured that he was almost there when I felt his cock head flare wide and swell up," Candy said with a laugh. She even turned around to Ross and smiled at him. She was definitely enjoying her first day of work at the facility. "I know that you said we were going to make him cum two times, but I figured that you had other things to do before we got to that second time. Right?" Candy said, her hand slowly rubbing Ross' cock. 

"I'm impressed. You really are thinking ahead. We do want him to cum twice, but I have a few things to do first, to finish the enhancement," Toni said as she looked at her new trainee in amazement. Obviously, Candy had learned a lot on the Internet. It was apparent that Candy knew just how far to go with Ross, keeping him at the edge of orgasm, but not allowing him to step over the edge. It was somewhat cruel of her, but she was more than thrilled with her newfound ability. It actually was her first time and she was a quick learner. She couldn't wait to put all of her new experiences into practice. 

"Ok, go ahead and get him totally dried off. I want his skin to be as dry as a bone," Toni said, laughing at her bone joke. Candy immediately grabbed a fresh towel and began drying Ross' obviously hard cock. Within seconds, his cock skin was completely dry and ready for Toni's attentions. 

"I want you to place your hands flat with the palms down, around his pubic bone and hold him down. Put one hand on his pubic bone and the other hand to keep his balls down and out of the way. Just hold that position while I work on him," Toni instructed Candy. Candy immediately placed one hand flat on his pubic bone and pushed down. Her other hand pushed his bloated sack downward and out of the way, holding it there. 

"Like this?" Candy asked.

"Perfect. Just keep that position. You'll see what I'm doing in a second. This isn't so bad but he might start to struggle. Remember what I told you that there is erotic stimulation and there's painful stimulation. Either way, it's all stimulation. We'll have to keep a close watch on him. We don't want him cumming," Toni said as she picked up a fresh towel and placed it around the top portion of Ross' straining cock. With her other hand, she firmly grasped the middle area of his shaft and pulled the skin downward, against Candy's hand. The foreskin on his cock was stretched tightly. 

"Is this going to hurt him?" Candy asked excitedly. Her eyes were wide and shining, anticipating that something 'rough' was going to be done to the restrained male. Candy loved the aspects of rough play with a captured and immobilized male. 

"Well, with all of the males that I have prepped in this fashion, I have yet to find one that really liked this," Toni replied as she got a good tight grip around the top half of Ross' cock. Toni used the towel around Ross' cock, holding it tightly to his already stretched down foreskin. Her experience had taught her that skin on skin could sometimes slip. The dry towel assured her that she had his skin stretched as much as possible. 

"This looks like it could get painful," Candy said, unable to hide her excitement. Her eyes were glued to the hard cock, wrapped in the dry towel. She could only see the head sticking out from the towel. 

"All of that pinching and twisting of his foreskin will cause his foreskin to swell. This is just another way of forcing it to swell up even more. Ok, hold him tight," Toni said as she began to apply pressure downward, stretching the foreskin down tighter. Candy immediately pressed downward against Ross' pubic bone and sack, forcing his body to remain flat on the exam table. Ross jerked hard as Toni began the slow process of tightly stretching his foreskin down further and further and further. The towel insured that her hand didn't slip off of the stretched and overly sensitive skin. 

"Ummmppphhh, ummmppphhh, ummmppphhh," Ross gasped through the ball gag. His hips jerked upward, and then immediately retreated back to the table, trying to get his cock and balls away from Toni's grip. Toni had made sure that the gag was back in place before she started any of the extra enhancement techniques. She didn't' want to hear his pathetic cries and sounds as she administered her 're-sizing' procedures. She held the towel wrapped foreskin stretched downward for several moments and then relaxed her grip. Immediately, the stretched foreskin rolled back upward, covering over the soft head. The color of his foreskin strongly suggested that his cock was in torment. It was a bright dark red color.

"Wow, I bet that hurts," Candy said, her eyes almost glazed over as she watched the quickly softening cock deflate. Candy couldn't contain her enthusiasm. She was thrilled to watch the male being sexually tortured. The idea of being in total control of a male slave was almost more than Candy could take. Her vaginal juices were now free flowing from her. 

"Think so?" Toni said with a laugh. "Based on his response, I'd say that you're probably correct. I would think that his cock going soft, so quickly, might indicate that he lost his mood," Toni said laughing even more. 

"I've never seen one go that soft, that quick," Toni said. "But then again, I haven't seen a lot of Internet stuff where the male is allowed to go soft," she added. 

"Well, here is something that you're probably going to enjoy. To do what I just did to him, I need him to be hard. Rock hard. It doesn't work as well, trying to stretch the foreskin on a soft cock. So, each time that I stretch him out, he's going to go soft. I need you to make sure that he quickly gets hard again. Think that you can do that?" Toni said to the overly excited trainee. Candy just smiled and immediately looked back at Ross. Standing as she was, she smiled at him and slowly, in an obvious fashion, bent down, her mouth open wide as she moved her face closer to his cock. She never took her eyes off of him as she slowly closed her lips over the soft cock and sucked him deeply into her warm mouth. Ross gasped as she orally manipulated him, her mouth sucking hard on him, her tongue swirling around the overly sensitive head. 

"Very good. You're such a quick learner," Toni said laughing out loud. "Let me know when he's ready for another good stretch," she added. It was only seconds before Candy rose up and smiled, pointing down at the already hard cock. Candy immediately took a towel and dried him off. She then placed her hands back in the same position, in order to hold him down as Toni applied her technique to his battered cock. It had been less than 30 seconds for all of this to happen. Toni was amazed at Candy's oral abilities. She immediately wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, while her other hand applied the dry towel to the top half. Quickly, she pulled down hard, forcing the foreskin to pull even further down this time. It was obvious that the thick foreskin was stretching further and further each time the technique was used. 

"Ahhhggghhhh," Ross let out a long muffled cry as he felt his foreskin being stretched past its limit. Candy just smiled as she pushed down on his pubic bone, pinning him to the table. It had not taken her long to figure out that her pushing downward on Ross would only increase the distance that Toni was trying to stretch him. Toni watched Ross closely for a few moments, holding the tight pressure on the stretched foreskin, looking for any sign that Ross might be nearing an orgasm. Even if his cock were to go soft, he could easily cum from the painful stimulus on the nerve endings. Suddenly, Ross' hips began to push upward, against the pressure of Toni's stretching. It was obvious to Toni that Ross was wanting to cum and was trying to push against her to force his own orgasm. It was painful but the extreme stimulation made him want to cum. Toni immediately let go of his cock, jerking her hands back from him.

"Let go of him, now!" Toni ordered. Candy immediately jerked her hands back. Both of them stood there and watched Ross' cock bob back and forth, twitching hard as his orgasm quickly faded away. The frustration was more than obvious in his eyes. He was panting hard, his hips jerking and trying to thrust His cock was quickly going down but his level of arousal was still peaked. 

"That was close," Candy said as she continued to watch in fascination. Even though Ross' cock was quickly shrinking, the twitches and bobbing was still more than obvious. "I definitely see what you mean about pleasurable stimulus and painful stimulus. They both can result in the same response," Candy said as she continued watching. 

"They definitely can. With this kind of prep work, you really have to keep your eyes open for the signs that he's going to cum. I've had male slaves in here that would literally control their bodies, just trying to get a quick cum. But there are always tell tale signs that they're about to pop a load out. Especially listen to their breathing, their leg and stomach muscles, and their feet. They usually can't control those signals. There are body responses that they can control and there are responses that they can't control. You'll learn them," Toni said with a big grin. 

"Are we through with the stretching now, since he almost cum?" Candy asked, a tone of disappointment in her voice. 

"No. Give him another minute or two to calm down and we'll do it one more time. He's already pretty soft," Toni said as she got her towel ready, watching Ross as his arousal level dropped. Both of them could see that the foreskin was obviously thicker and a mean color of red. Toni knew that the enhancement was going well.

Without further instructions, Candy waited for just over a minute, closely watching Ross' body and his cock. Without any coaching, she bent over and quickly sucked the soft cock into her mouth again, her cheeks pumping in and out as she manipulated the quickly growing cock. It didn't' take but a few moments till she stood up and smiled, quickly drying off the slick coated cock. It was thick and hard again. 

"You sure were right about males being sexually mechanical. I never would have thought that you could torture his cock and then get him hard like this. It's like a regular little sex machine," Candy said with a laugh. 

"You catch on fast. I think that you're going to do very well here," Toni replied as she quickly grasped the base of his cock with one hand. Her other hand immediately applied the towel to the top half and stretched the tortured foreskin downward, hard. Toni had done this so many times that her technique was almost memorized. She could do it without even looking. She stood there grinning at Candy as her hand began to pull down harder and harder. Ross immediately gasped and jerked his hips downward, trying to escape the punishing hands. Much to Candy's delight, he jerked and writhed as Toni applied more and more pressure to the overly stretched foreskin. 

"Unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, ahhhggghhh," Ross let out a long series of desperate cries through the ball gag. Toni's stretching made him feel like his cock was on fire. Candy stood watching in total fascination, seeing the slave jerk and twitch, trying to escape. It excited her even more as she wondered what it felt like. She moved up closer to Ross' head and then bent down. Toni kept the pressure on the taut foreskin, holding it in place and watching Ross' body language. Candy leaned down and cradled Ross' face in her hands and then kissed him on the cheek. His muffled cries could still be heard, even as her mouth planted small kisses all around his face and neck. Candy was more than aroused at the power that she had over this one male. 

"You would think that after all of this, he wouldn't be able to cum for a week. But it doesn't work that way. I think that he's just about ready to pop like a horse. It may be painful stimulus to him, but he's just about ready to cum," Toni said as she kept a close watch on Ross' body movements and breathing. She kept up the long extended stretch, knowing that this one would be the last, till she moved onto the next technique. Candy stopped her soft kisses and watched as Toni held the taut foreskin pulled down hard. In a few seconds, Ross suddenly gasped and jerked hard, forcing his hips upward making the stretch even tighter. 

"Why would he do that, knowing that it hurts?" Candy asked innocently. Her eyes were glued to the angry red color in Ross' cock head and foreskin. It really looked tortured and battered.

"He wants to cum so badly that he'll stretch himself more, just to feel the intense cum," Toni said, watching, as Ross got closer to his obvious orgasm. "I bet that he'd blow out a huge load, if we let him," Toni said with a laugh. 

"But we're not going to let him, are we?" Candy said with a soft laugh.

"No we're not. There, that's about enough for now," Toni said as she quickly let go of the cock that was starting to spasm. She could feel Ross tense up, signaling that he was at the point of cumming. Since she didn't want him to, she quickly let go of him and stopped all stimulation. His cock stuck up from his body, obvious quivers running the length of the over stimulated organ. It twitched hard several times before slowly beginning to soften. It was over for him, that fast. Both Toni and Candy watched as it slowly softened and lay back onto his stomach. 

"It seems that after doing all of this to him, that he wouldn't be able to do anything for a long time. We've masturbated him once and you say that we're going to do it again?" Candy said, trying to understand the work that they were doing on the slave. "He's so swollen right now that I don't think he could get it up again, let alone do anything that the customer might like. I'm not even sure that he can get hard again," Candy added.

"Oh believe me. He'll get good and hard. The next thing that I'm going to do will really surprise you. Then, we'll take another load out of him and he'll be ready for a night of performing and sexual entertainment," Toni said as she watched the quickly deflating cock. This will all become obvious to you in time. But with what we're doing to him, he'll be huge for the customer and a lot less desperate to unload his milk. That's probably what she is wanting. Since it will be awhile before he's rented out, his sexual abilities will come back and he'll be a lot bigger and with a lot less sperm in him. That alone will help make him last and last and last. The customer is going to love this slave. He'll be a regular stud by the time he gets to the customer's house," Toni added with a laugh. 

"The next part is going to surprise me?" Candy said, her curiosity peaking.

"Surprise is probably not the right word. If you have any sadistic tendencies, and I suspect that you do, then you're going to love what we do next," Toni said with an odd smile on her face. She just looked at Candy. Candy looked euphoric as she thought of all of the possibilities based on what she had seen on the Internet. She would enjoy anything that made a slave writhe and jerk around like she had already seen. She was already beginning to wonder just how far the doctor would let her go, with a male slave at her disposal.



The New Slave Ch. 45



Chapter45, Candy Finds Her True Calling

Candy was caught daydreaming. She was thinking about all of the sexual things that she had seen being done to a male, restrained and resisting males, on the Internet. Her eyes began to glaze over as she paged through her catalog of 'saved' mental images. They all seemed to be in pain, but that image was altered as soon as she remembered the copious spurting that their cocks were doing as a result of the so-called pain. Is it really pain if they cum? She had debated that in her mind for several years. Now she was standing in a locked room, a male that was restrained and resisting and she was the one that was enjoying the inflictions. It could only get better. Even Toni was surprised at how easily Candy had forgotten that she was totally nude and her arousal becoming so obvious. Candy seemed oblivious to her own sexual secretions.

"Is he in pain?" Candy asked softly.

"Well, I'm not sure if I would call it pain or not. You saw how close to cumming he was. If I had gone another second or two, we'd be cleaning up the second mess right now," Toni said with a laugh. 

"He is big. He's a lot bigger now, than when we started. His foreskin looks really raw. Do you think that it hurts?" Candy asked innocently. She couldn't hide her sexual fascination with what they had just done to the restrained slave. 

"It probably hurts in some ways, but it's also extreme sexual stimulation. We could easily make him cum using these methods," Toni said softly. As Toni would later tell the doctor, "Candy was just about drooling over the prep procedures. I thought she was going to cum, just watching what I was doing." 

"What we're doing is getting him bigger. But we're also lessening his arousal levels. By the time he gets to the customer's house here shortly, he'll be more than capable of getting very hard but he won't be so desperate to cum as fast. He'll last a lot longer and spurt a lot less," Toni said with a grin. She had done this same technique many times in the past. Based on the reports that she had heard, the customers were more than thrilled with the slave's abilities. She knew that she was doing a very good job for the doctor. The bonuses that the customers left for her proved that they had enjoyed her more than talented prep work.

"Are we going to do more to him," Candy asked, almost holding her breath. It was obvious that Candy was worried that the session was about to end. 

"He's already bigger in the shaft and in the foreskin. We're now going to enhance his foreskin and the head. We don't want his cock head to look small, compared to his shaft and foreskin. We're going to sort of, even him out, so to speak," Toni said laughing out loud. 

"Good," Candy said with a sigh of relief. "Tell me what to do," she quickly added. 

"This part is going to get a little rough. A lot of prep girls refuse to do some of these techniques. They just don't have the stomach for it. I have a feeling that you're going to thoroughly enjoy this next part. Some of this is going to surprise you," Toni said while closely watching Candy. Candy appeared to be more than excited. Toni was convinced that Candy was at least to some extent sadistic in her nature. The more that the slave resisted or struggled, the more Candy was enjoying it. 

"I don't know if you could say that I'm enjoying it. I do find it all very fascinating," Candy said in a low tone. Toni wasn't fooled. The entire process enthralled Candy. She was beside herself, her feminine juices betraying her as they flowed freely from her overly excited pussy. Even if Candy had kept the thong on, it wouldn't have been able to hold her vaginal lips tight enough to hold the fluids back. 

"Why don't you play with him, see how long it takes to get him back up," Toni said as she walked over to a nearby cabinet. She opened the cabinet, looking around till she found the box that she was searching for. It didn't take Candy a second request before she quickly reached out and started gently rubbing the soft cock. She was being extra tender with it, due to the dark red color and the swelling. She wanted to see just how far she could go with it, but was also inexperienced and not sure if she would do any damage to the battered genitals. 

"Oh my gosh," Candy said as she began to play with her new fleshy toy. "He's already getting hard and I've barely even started," she said as she watched the cock beginning to swell in her hand. "I thought it would take a lot more to just get him going," Candy said as she quickened the pace in her rubbing. Toni had turned around to see what was going on. It was obvious to her that Ross was quickly responding to Candy's manipulation. Toni walked back over to the exam table, carrying a large box.

"See what I mean. What did I tell you about males being sexually mechanical? You're applying stimulation to him and he's responding to it. Even raw and tender, the thick cock was slowly inflating, lengthening and growing hard. Candy was mesmerized as she watched it grow in her hand. 

"I can't believe he can even feel anything after all the stuff that we've done to him," Candy said in disbelief.

"I'll show you a little trick. Want to see him get hard quicker?" Toni said as she watched Candy rubbing the slowly growing cock. 

"Sure," Candy said breathlessly.

"Use your hand to grasp the base of his cock. Wrap your fingers loosely around his shaft. Don't squeeze but let your fingers hold it loosely. Now jiggle his cock back and forth, shaking it," Toni instructed as she watched Candy follow her instructions. Ross' cock was only semi- hard and flopped back and forth in her hand as she shook it. It was soft enough that it flopped back and forth, bending in the middle. "There you go, now do it a little faster and harder," Toni said as she closely watched Candy's hand. Immediately it was obvious that the cock was hardening faster.

"Wow, why's it doing that? Is it just the stimulation of my jiggling it?" Candy asked in surprise. 

"Yes and no. It's the stimulation but you're also pushing the blood flow outward to the tip, forcing more blood into his cock. He can't help but get harder," Toni said as she smiled and watched Toni playing with her toy. Candy was enthralled, enjoying what she was doing to the restrained male. Ross seemed to be enjoying it also as he lay back and moaned softly. It wasn't but a few more seconds before he was fully erect, a steady flow of pre cum oozing down the shaft. 

"It's like gravity, or centrifugal force, or something," Candy said as she continued her jiggling of the hard organ. 

"Ok, let go of him for the moment. I want you to double check his restraints and make sure that they are not loose, especially the hip and thigh restraints. We don't want him getting anything loose at this point," Toni ordered the excited trainee. 

"What do you mean, anything loose?" Candy asked as she quickly began to check the leather restraints. 

"I told you that I suspected that you'd like this technique. Well, we're going to really do some rough stuff to his cock. I don't want him kicking or kneeing either of us, if he was to get a leg loose or anything. He's not going to like this next part, but it works so well I just can't pass this one up," Toni replied softly. Even with Ross' ears covered, she sounded as if she was trying to be secretive. 

"Really?" Candy said, an ecstatic look on her face. She was down below the table, checking the restraints. Her head came up so fast, just to look at Toni that she bumped her head as she jumped up. 

"Careful. Don't hurt yourself. We have plenty of time. Just relax and take a deep breath. You're probably going to enjoy this a lot, but just relax. You're not going to miss anything," Toni said laughing.

"I can't wait. Just tell me what to do," Candy said as she rubbed the top of her head laughing. 

"Oh, I'll tell you what to do. You'll have to be careful and follow exactly what I tell you to do. I'll do it first, with your assistance, to show you how this works. Then I'll assist you while you finish him. Like I said, I have a feeling that you're going to love this part," Toni quickly added. Toni opened the box up and sat it down on a rolling medical tray. She pulled the tray over closer to the exam table, within their easy reach. Candy immediately looked into the box and then looked up at Toni, completely confused. "Go ahead and cover his eyes back up. He doesn't need to watch anymore," Toni instructed the trainee. Candy smiled as she moved over to Ross' head and put the eye cover back over his face. Now, he was unable to hear, to see, or to talk. 

"Toilet brushes?" Candy asked in a confused tone. Candy was looking into the open box, which contained about a dozen different toilet brushes. All of them were of various sizes, but each one had the same configuration. Each one was a long handled brush with a rounded bristle brush end. The bristle end on each of the brushes was shaped in the figure of an 'O'. The only difference in the brushes was the size of the opening in the 'O'. Some had smaller opening and others had wide openings.

"Take a good look at Ross' cock and pick out a brush that you think will fit around his cock," Toni said, looking into the assortment of brushes. 

"Yuck, they're toilet brushes. They've been in toilets," Candy wailed. She had a look of total disgust on her face. She almost looked pale. 

"Don't worry. They're all clean. Matter of fact, they're all sterile. These brushes have never seen the inside of a toilet. They were purchased for only two different uses. One is what we're doing right now, and the other use would be for punishing a slave. What we're going to do is commonly known as a 'bristle brush fuck," Toni said as she looked over the assortment. 

'Punishment?" Candy said with a gleam in her eye. It was apparent that Candy had already thought of a use for the small opening in the bristle brush. Toni was about 99% convinced that Candy was a sadist. Candy's mind went too quickly to the painful stimulation way of thinking. "Bristle brush fuck. I like that. I think that about says it all," she said laughing out loud. 

"I think that you already have an idea of how to use these brushes. But we're not doing punishment, even though our slave here might beg to differ on that point. We're going to use the bristle end of the brush, to increase his foreskin and head size. By using the bristle end, we can create some pretty strong irritation to his cock. I'm going to show you how I do this, so do you think you're up to it?" Toni said as she watched Candy closely.

"Sure. More than up to it," Candy replied quickly. Her eyes had that glazed over look again and she was almost on the verge of drooling. She was that aroused at the prospect of using a bristle brush on a slave's genitals. 

"Ok, I want you to stand in between his legs. Press into him enough that your hips force and hold his thighs open. Once I begin this, he's going to start thrashing and jerking around. Like I said, he's not going to like this part. He'll thank us for it later," Toni said laughing out loud. Candy immediately moved around the end of the exam table, stepping up between Ross' outstretched legs. She moved in closer to him, using her hips as a means to spread his inner thighs further open. Standing as she was, she was looking almost straight down on the fleshy organs that were becoming so much fun for her. The feel of her bare hips against the slave's inner thighs was also a stimulation that she had never felt before. It was almost a feeling as if electricity was passing between Ross' legs and her hips. 

"Ok, pick a brush out," Toni said as she watched Candy. To Candy, it was obvious that this technique was going to be painful, if not totally erotic. She knew that it would be painful to the slave, but she also knew that it would be unbelievably erotic to her. She was torn between picking a brush with a small opening that would be tight on the slave, or to pick a brush that would not hurt him as much. Part of her didn't want to actually hurt the slave, but another part of her wanted to watch the slave being tormented and jerking and resisting as the brush was applied to his sensitive organ. 

"I'm just not sure. I have never seen anything like this before. You said that we didn't want to leave any marks or damage him, right?" Candy said, a look of worry coming over her face. She was torn between two different emotions.

"That's right. Here, I'll pick one. Just because you have a choice doesn't mean that we're going to use all of these. Some of these are way too tight for him. I want his crown and foreskin to be irritated, not torn off," Toni said laughing. She had done this many times before and immediately picked up a brush. She already knew from experience, which brush would do the most to accomplish the enhancement. Candy watched in shock, seeing that the opening of the bristles was definitely smaller than Ross' thickness. Her pussy immediately went into spasms at the thought of that brush being used on his cock. 

"Unbelievable," Candy moaned as she watched Toni hold the brush up for inspection. She could barely contain herself. There was no doubt in her mind that this slave was definitely going to be resisting and thrashing around once they started using that brush on him. She couldn't wait. "That is definitely going to hurt," she said excitedly. Candy seemed to now have a permanent grin on her face. 

"Oh, you're definitely going to be surprised. Remember about the different stimulations. This is going to be some pretty strong stimulation. Males tend to react in different ways to this. I've seen a variety of different reactions, but I've never done Ross. So, we're both going to learn what his feelings are on this method," Toni said. 

"Do it," Candy said breathlessly. She couldn't hold her excitement any longer. Her eyes were glazed over and locked on the fleshy cock right below her. She was close enough to him that she wanted to just move forward a little and feel the slave's cock pressed up against her exposed pubic mound. From that point, she could slowly ease closer and it would almost have to push into her. It was right there, so close, so hard, and so wet. She knew that as soon as the bristle brush was applied to his cock, that he would go soft and there would be no more chance of it being as hard as it was right then. 

"Ok, this is important. We really don't want to leave any marks or damage to him. I want you to use both hands. Put both hands under his balls and hold onto them. Hold them tight enough that you can pull them down and away from his body. Once I get started, I don't want the brush scratching the soft skin of his sack," Toni instructed the trainee. 

"Hold onto them?" Candy said, glancing up at Toni. It was obvious that Candy was worried about hurting the slave, even though she thoroughly enjoyed his resisting. It was one thing to watch a slave resisting and struggling, but an entirely different thing to be the one that was inflicting the pain. "What if I hurt him," Candy moaned. She had witnessed females inflicting what appeared to be pain, to males, but it was on the Internet. She was torn between her worries about hurting the slave, and her deep desires to inflict the erotic and painful pleasures to his organs. 

"All males are different when it comes to their balls, but believe me, you're going to find it hard to hurt this one," Toni said. She was ready to proceed but it was obvious that Candy was apprehensive about her part of the procedure. "Don't' worry. You're not going to hurt him. Just grasp each ball with one hand and hold them out of the way. They're not that delicate. Just try it," Toni said encouragingly. She could remember when she first started and was scared to death of a male's balls. She had heard so many stories and jokes about hurting a male. It didn't take long to find out that each male was different. Some of the males, you would barely even touch and they'd start whining and crying. Other males didn't' mind anything that you did to their balls, as long as your interest was on their cocks. Candy looked worried.

"Go ahead, just grasp them firmly and hold them down. When I start the bristle brush fucking, I don't want his balls getting scarred up from the brush," Toni said with a laugh. She was holding the brush and watching Ross' cock slowly beginning to deflate. Candy was positioned between Ross' outstretched legs; her hips forcing his thighs wide open. She reached down and slowly pushed her hands up under the huge soft sack. She had her palms turned upwards, each ball resting in one hand. She slowly closed her fingers around each ball, the best that she could. Immediately Ross moaned softly as he felt her hands under him, cradling the two meaty orbs. As her fingers applied more pressure, closing up around the fleshy orbs, he involuntarily spread his legs farther open. 

"He is so responsive down there. Are all males like this?" Candy asked, her eyes glued to the thick fleshy bag that she was manipulating. It was obvious that Candy was beginning to enjoy her part of the procedure.

"No, not all of them. They all respond in different ways. Ross just happens to be one of those that is easily stimulated by ball control," Toni said as she watched Candy slowly applying more pressure. Candy had heard the jokes and stories about balls, but she was more than enjoying the response that she was seeing in Ross. It was obvious that he was enjoying her manual stimulations. Candy was also thinking about the phrase that Toni had just used, 'ball control'. Just the two words alone opened up an entirely new aspect that Candy would employ, once she was able to do her own private preps. 

"Ok, keep a tight grip on those. Make sure to pull them down and away from his body. This is the part that he's not going to like," Toni said. She watched Candy for a moment and then visually examined Ross' cock. It seemed to have perked up some, with Candy's testicular manipulation going on. Just to keep him peaked, Toni reached down and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. Holding it loosely, she jiggled it back and forth, firmly, forcing the head and foreskin to quickly flop back and forth. Within a few seconds, Ross was rock hard, pre cup splashing out from the gaping mouth. He was more than aroused.

"That jiggling seems to work pretty well," Candy said as she watched Toni's hand flipping the hard cock back and forth. 

"Works like a charm. Ok, hold him tight. Her we go," Toni said as she held the opening of the bristle brush directly over the hard cock. The hand that had been jiggling Ross now had a firm grip on the base of his cock, holding it tightly. She quickly brought the stiff bristle brush down onto the cock head, the bristles pushing into the tender skin in a circle, around the sensitive crown. Ross' body immediately stiffened up as he felt the abrasive toy being pushed onto his cock head. Toni bore down a little harder on the brush handle, the bristles passing over the cock head as it slowly slid further down his shaft. 

"Annnggghhh, annnggghhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Ross cried out through the ball gag in his mouth. His hips were bucking up and down as Toni held the bristle brush just under his cock head. With all of the force that she had been using, she had only gotten the brush past the head, now pressed up tightly against the thick foreskin. She held it there, not moving it. Ross slowly settled down, his cock head pushed out through the opening of the O shaped bristle brush. 

"Owwwww," Candy said with a big grin on her face. She was obviously enjoying the slave's discomfort. She still had a tight grip on his balls. "Well, you're right about one thing, he definitely doesn't like that," she said laughing. 

"Oh, we're just getting started. Keep his balls out of the way. I'm going to take the brush all the way down, flat against his pubic bone," Toni said quickly. She had no sooner said this and she pushed down harder, forcing the bristle brush into the foreskin. The foreskin had bunched up, under the bristles, creating more resistance. Ross' hips immediately jerked downward, trying to escape the hundreds of stiff pointy bristles. Toni kept a tight grip on the base of his cock, holding it while she pushed downward even harder. By this point, Ross was jerking and writhing all over the table. Candy was struggling to keep her grip on his sack.




The New Slave Ch. 45



"Hold him tight," Toni instructed as she pushed down again, forcing the bristles over and past the foreskin. Ross jerked hard, trying to bring his legs together in an attempt to protect his abused cock. 

"Unnnggghhh, Annnggghhh, unnnggghhh," he whimpered through the gag. His hips were now bouncing up and down from the table, trying to get lose from Toni and Candy's hold on him. Both held him tightly as Toni pushed the bristle brush down all the way to his pubic bone. As the brush reached the bottom half of his cock, Toni moved her hand out of the way, giving her more of his cock to abuse. Coming to a rest on his pubic bone, Toni let go of the brush handle, letting it remain tightly holding the quickly shrinking cock. Resting for only a few seconds, Toni quickly pulled the brush handle upward, jerking it from Ross' cock. Obviously, the 'coming off' wasn't anywhere near as rough as the 'going on' of the brush. Ross was breathing hard. 

"He definitely didn't like that," Candy said with a laugh. Her facial expression said it all. She was enthralled with what she was seeing and what was being doing. "I could feel his balls squirming all around in my hands," she added, looking at Toni for an explanation. 

"Oh, he didn't like that. But this is one of the best methods that I've found for quickly enlarging the head and the foreskin. It looks a lot worse then it really is. The brush is irritating the hell out of his cock. We'll only do this a little more, we don't want him getting raw, just irritated," Toni said laughing. 

"Should I let go of these?" Candy said innocently. She was hoping that Toni would let her try using the brush. Candy couldn't wait till she could do the things that made this slave jump around and thrash about like Ross did. Candy could feel her pussy tingling as her arousal began to peak. She didn't care if Ross was hard or soft, just watching what was being done to him was more than she could take. Her pussy was actually quivering.

"Go ahead and rest for a few seconds. You have got to keep his balls out of the way. Just hold onto them tightly. I'll tell you what to do. But I really want you to watch, you're going to see something really weird here in a minute," Toni said with a grin. She knew what Candy was thinking. It hadn't taken her long to figure Candy out. Ross was lying still, breathing hard as if trying to catch his breath, his cock only about half hard. It was quickly going soft.

"He sure got soft quick," Candy said as she watched the bright red cock go softer. 

"I need him hard, each time we do this. It's a lot easier to work with a hard cock, than it is with a soft cock. Go ahead and jiggle him till he's hard, and when I tell you, grab and hold his balls again, like you were doing. Can you do that?" Toni said, watching the wide-eyed grinning trainee.

"Sure, nothing to it," Candy said as she immediately grasped the base of Ross' cock and began to quickly jiggle it from side to side. The look on her face was pure bliss. Toni stood and watched for a minute, holding the bristle brush in her hand. It was obvious that Ross was hardening as Candy continued to shake it back and forth. It didn't take but about a minute and he was hard enough for Toni bristle brush fuck. 

"Ok, hold him down," Toni said as she readied the opening of the bristle brush over Ross' cock head again. Candy immediately let go of the cock and quickly maneuvered her hands back up under Ross' sack. She grabbed them and held them squeezing them gently, pulling them down and away from the brush. Toni quickly grasped the firm base of his cock again and immediately applied the opening of the brush to the swelling cock head. Ross' reaction was immediate as his hips jerked, trying to pull his cock back and away from the punishing brush. Toni applied more pressure to the handle, causing the brush head to move slowly down the captured cock. Ross squirmed and gasped, unable to move in any direction that would stop the torment. 

"Just relax and stop resisting, it will slide on a lot smoother," Toni said as she watched Ross thrash about. Ross tried to hold still, the brush poised just past his cock head, the foreskin bunched up, beneath the bristles. Anytime that Toni stopped pushing down on the brush, Ross would relax. She held the position for a moment and then pushed down harder, forcing the brushes head past the thick foreskin. She continued and pushed the brush quickly down, all the way to the base of his shaft. He jerked hard, letting out a muffled cry. He was breathing hard, almost gasping with every other breath. 

"Wow, I've never seen anything like this, even on the Internet," Candy said as she kept her eyes on the action happening right below her. She had a tight grasp of his balls, keeping them down and out of the way of the stiff bristles that would surely scratch up his tender skin. She was mesmerized by what she was witnessing.

"Ok, here's the weird part. Would you agree that this is somewhat painful, at least in some degree?" Toni said, holding the brush all the way down on Ross' pubic bone. 

"Sure! I have no doubt of that," Candy said, her eyes fixed on the cock below her. 

"Then tell me what you see," Toni said nodding in the direction of her brush.

"Well, he's really red and the swelling is getting pretty obvious, around the foreskin. I do see a little bit of blood, from where the bristles scratched him up. Is that what you mean?" Candy asked, not sure of where the questioning was going. 

"You're missing the whole point. Look at his cock. Tell me what you see," Toni said again.

"Well, he's swollen. He's bigger than he was when we started," Candy answered, not sure of what she was missing. She kept looking at the cock right in front of her. Then it hit her.... "He hard!" she said with a big grin. 

"That's right. He is hard. With all that we've been doing to him, why would he be so hard?" Toni asked, as if teaching a class. 

"Stimulation. He's definitely stimulated, even though it's painful stimulation. Wow, I can't believe that I missed that," Candy said leaning down for a closer look at the rock hard cock. Ross was hard. He was swollen obviously, but he was definitely hard, even with the brush poised at the base of his cock. 

"That's right. You're really catching on. Now watch this," Toni said as she quickly jerked the brush head upward, to the tip of Ross' cock. As soon as the brush reached the top of his crown, she immediately began to apply the pressure back downward, forcing Ross to jerk and cry out even more. This time his hips were thrusting upward. "Now look close and tell me what you see," Toni said to her trainee as she used more pressure to force the brush all the way down his shaft. He was gasping and resisting, but he was obviously thrusting upward.

"He's definitely hard. No doubt about that. His cock head is leaking a lot of pre cum. He does seem to be thrusting upward, against the brush," Candy said curiously. She was trying to add it all up. 

"Look closely at the head. What do you see," Toni instructed.

"The head?" Candy said, looking closely. It was raw and irritated a few very small flecks of blood around the coronal ridge, where the bristles had bit into his skin. Then it dawned on her. "The head is swollen. It's hard. It's flaring. He's about to cum," Candy said in amazement. She knew that the bristle brush fucking was painful, but it was obvious that this male slave was about to cum. His cock head was flaring because he was that close to cumming. 

"Correct! You got it! He's hard and his head is flared. He is ready to cum. That is why he keeps thrusting upward. He's trying his hardest, to cum. Can you feel any difference in his balls?" Toni asked, looking up at Candy.

"They're a lot harder to hold onto. They've tightened up a lot. The skin seems harder than it was when we started," Candy said as she realized that his sack had changed, even while she was holding onto it. 

"Can you still feel each ball in your hand?" Toni asked seriously. "Go ahead and dig your fingers in," Toni instructed.

"I can still feel them, but the skin of his sack is really hardened," Candy replied.

"Go ahead and push into the sack, and then squeeze them harder," Toni said as she held the brush down on Ross' pubic bone without moving 

"It'll hurt him," Candy said, not sure if she wanted to exert any more pressure than she already was. 

"I know," Toni quickly answered. "Just squeeze a little more," Toni quickly added.

"Owwweee," Candy moaned as she squeezed harder on the bloated balls. Immediately Ross jerked hard as he felt the pressure increase in Candy's hands. He gasped loudly, his hips jerking from the sensations. She was trying to hold each ball and squeeze harder, but they were moving inside of the thickened sack. It was obvious that Candy enjoyed watching a resisting slave, but she wasn't use to be the one inflicting the pain. 

"Ok, hold that grip right there. I want you to squeeze harder when I tell you to. Can you do that?" Toni said quickly. She was still holding the bristle brush at the base of Ross' cock shaft. 

"I think so. Why do you want me to squeeze them harder? It's almost too much already," Candy asked innocently. It was obvious that she was bearing down on the two meaty orbs. She had even pressed in closer to Ross' inner thighs, just to keep his legs forced open.

"It's simple. It'll give him something to think about, besides his cock. It'll distract him for a few moments. He's about ready to blow his wad all over you," Toni said with a laugh. Candy immediately looked down and took a step back away from the captured cock. The look on her face was one of total surprise. 

"He's going to blow," Candy asked innocently. She had tightened her grip on his balls, evident by his gasping and struggling. He was jerking around, obvious to get free from both prep girls. He was going nowhere. 

"His cock is calming down. You're already distracting him. He's not so anxious to cum now. Hold him tight and squeeze hard when I tell you to," Toni instructed. She began to pull the bristle brush upward, slowly. As she reached the tender foreskin, she slowed down even more, letting the bristles dig into the swollen skin. Ross jerked hard and thrust upwards hard, feeling the over stimulation of the brush. He was desperate to cum. 

"Now, squeeze hard," Toni said quietly. Candy immediately applied more pressure, causing Ross to rise up hard against his restraints. He was panting and jerking, trying to pull free from Candy and Toni at the same time. Candy was beginning to enjoy her part of the procedure. She watched in excited awe as Ross struggled and fought to get lose from their tormenting hands. Toni pulled the bristle brush up to the area where the foreskin meets the head and held the brush there. She then held the base of his shaft tightly as she turned the bristle brush around and around, circling the trapped cock head. He groaned hard as the spun the brush around and around. 

"Squeeze harder," Toni instructed as she began to shake the bristle brush back and forth, the cock head trapped in the bristles. 

"I'm squeezing. If I squeeze any harder I'm going to squeeze the cum out of his balls," Candy said. She was holding onto each ball tightly, her thumbs pressed into the top of each ball, mashing them. She could actually feel the slight indentions where her thumbs were pushing. 

Toni watched Ross and his cock closely as she continued the hard shaking of his cock, back and forth while it was trapped in the brush. Listening to his panting and watching his body language, she came to an instant stop, jerking the brush from the trapped cock. She knew from experience that he was about to cum. 

"Ok, let go of him, now!" Toni commanded. Candy immediately let go and watched in amazement as the slave's cock bobbed and twitched rapidly. The head was flared huge and throbbing; a small amount of milky white fluid ran from the gaping mouth. Ross was still fighting, his hips thrusting wildly into the air. He was trying to finish himself. He had involuntarily spread his legs wide enough that he wasn't even touching Candy's hips. 

"Oh my gosh," Candy moaned as she watched in fascination. She could actually feel her pussy begin to spasm. Seeing the slave fighting and struggling and with her own participation in his sexual torment, it had her on the verge of cumming. She was enjoying it too much to stop now. She bent over slightly as both of her hands pressed up tightly against her pubic mound. She couldn't control it as she pressed hard against her pubic bone and just held her breath. She could feel the rush of her orgasm begin to flood over her. She wanted to use her fingers, running them in between her tightly pressed thighs, but she didn't. Just the pressure of her hands on her pubic bone was enough to send her over the edge. She swayed back slightly feeling light headed as the orgasm surged through her. She reached out, putting her hands on Ross' still flinching thighs to steady her. Toni just watched and smiled. She knew what Candy was feeling.



The New Slave Ch. 46



Chapter 46, Ross' Prep is Finished

Candy just froze, her body stiff in one position, bent forward slightly, her thighs pressed tightly together. She held onto Ross' thighs as she felt her own orgasm begin to wind down. After several moments, Candy looked up to see Toni just staring at her and smiling. Candy's face was bright red, blushing hard. She was obviously embarrassed. Moments ago, she wasn't embarrassed as she freely played with Ross and enjoyed herself. Now that she had cum, she was embarrassed at her sexual display.

"Wow, I'm impressed. No hands even," Toni said with a soft laugh. "You really are a sadist. I can't believe that you could cum just from watching all of this," Toni said, her eyes still on the slowly sinking Candy. Candy was now struggling to stand up straight. She finally leaned forward, resting on top of Ross' thigh. Her thighs were still pressed tightly together. 

"I'm so embarrassed. I don't think that it was from just watching. I think that a lot of it had to do with what I was doing. I've never done anything like this before. I didn't even know it was happening till it started," Candy said, her face beet red. "I've seen males abused on the Internet but it's nothing like being right there and doing it for yourself," she added, her breath becoming normal again. 

"Hey, don't be embarrassed. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. That was a spontaneous orgasm. You should feel lucky. I don't think that I've seen that before," Toni said laughing. "Are you ok? Is there anything that I can have Ross do for you?" Toni added with a laugh. 

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm better than fine," Candy said with a grin. She finally rose up straight, no longer supporting herself. Toni could see the shiny moisture all around the area between Candy's thighs. 

"Well, you did excellent. See how well you did?" Toni said as she nodded toward Ross. His cock was still obviously swollen and hard. A steady stream of pre cum flowed from the tip of his cock, as well as a sizable amount of milky looking sperm. He wasn't twitching and his cock head was no longer flared. His breathing had returned to somewhat normal, but the look on his face was total frustration, if not anger. Candy stared at the hard cock and reached out, running a fingernail through the milky fluid. She held it up close to her face and examined it.

"Did he cum?" Candy asked innocently. "You said that we were going to do him two times, was that it?" she said in an odd tone. She almost sounded disappointed. 

"On no. He didn't cum. He was so close that his balls were actually pushing out some sperm along with the pre cum. That's his sperm that you're looking at," Toni said as she watched her fascinated trainee. "I wouldn't get that stuff too close to your pussy. As fertile as you probably are, his baby batter would probably jump off your finger just to get into you," Toni said laughing at her joke. 

"I don't think so," Candy said defiantly. She immediately put the sperm covered finger into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment. "Ummm, he's actually pretty tasty. Not too salty, but almost flavorful," she added with a grin. "It's still warm," she said. 

"Is that your first taste," Toni asked seriously. "You do know that every man taste's different. Most taste pretty strong, but some can actually have a good flavor," she said as she watched Candy pop the finger back into her mouth.

"I've heard that, but yes, he's my first. I sort of like it. It's arousing to think about it. And his sperm won't be making any babies, as long as it's in my mouth," she said laughing out loud. 

"Well, what do you suggest we do with this thing?" Toni said as she reached down and gave Ross' cock a quick rub. He was still hard, but was obviously going soft with no stimulation. 

"Oh, I think that I have an idea. You suggested earlier that I taste it. So, I think that maybe that might help him," she said smiling. Immediately she bent over and sucked the swollen head into her mouth. Ross jerked hard and gasped as he felt her mouth begin to suck hard on his overly sensitive and irritated skin. Suddenly he began to struggle, trying to pull free from the sucking mouth. Candy could feel him going soft in her mouth.

"What's that all about?" Candy asked, rising up and looking quizzically at Toni. "He's going soft. What did I do wrong?" Candy said almost in a wail. The surprise and disappointment were obvious in her voice.

"Oh, you didn't do anything wrong. You've got the right idea, but I think that your saliva might be the problem," Toni said laughing hard. 

"My saliva?" Candy said a look of shock on her face. "What's wrong with my saliva?" candy moaned, watching the cock deflate quickly. 

"Your saliva is full of salts and minerals. With all of that irritation to his cock head, your saliva is probably stinging the hell out of his cock. Give him a few moments to get use to it," Toni said as she laughed and watched Ross deflate in front of her. Candy just stood there watching in amazement. What she thought was an erotic act, quickly turned out to be another torture. She then started laughing about it.

"Ok, I know what to do," Candy said as she grasped the base of Ross' cock. She started out slowly and then began to shake it back and forth, harder and harder. The results were almost instant. He quickly began to lengthen and get thicker. Once he was about half hard, Candy looked up at Toni and smiled, just before her head went back to the Ross's cock. She hungrily sucked it in and began to work it hard, using her tongue all around the sensitive head and foreskin. She could feel that he was still soft, but she didn't give up. It slowly began to grow and thicken in her mouth. 

"Now that's more like it. It's probably uncomfortable to him, the salty saliva and irritated skin, but he's obviously getting over it," Candy said as she stepped back and surveyed the progress. He was rock hard again, but obviously bigger around than he had been, when they first started. The head and foreskin were thick and plump. Candy's hand barely fit around the thick shaft. She examined it for a moment and then began to vigorously pump it with her hand. Toni just looked on as Candy watched in fascination. It wasn't so much what her hand was doing or the dark reddened cock in her hand, but more what the male slave's body was doing. She pumped the cock hard for several moments and then watched as the slave's hips began to thrust upward, against her hand. 

"Better watch what you're doing or you'll be cleaning up a mess," Toni said as she watched. 

"Don't worry; I think I'm getting the hang of it. I'm just playing with it for the moment. You did say that we were going to make him cum twice, right?" Candy said, looking up only momentarily as she continued her hand pumping. "I don't want him to cum yet, but I am amazed at what we can do to his cock and he's still hard and wanting to cum," she added. 

"We'll get him to pump out one more time, but this is good practice for you, seeing what his body is telling you. What are you watching for?" Toni asked, as if it was a quiz. 

"I'm mostly watching his thigh and stomach muscles, but I'm also listening to his breathing. He hasn't really tightened up his muscles yet and his sack is still pretty soft," she answered. She reached down between Ross' outstretched legs and hefted the sack up and down as if weighing it. It was still soft enough that both balls flopped around inside the thin-skinned sack. "I figure that he still has a ways to go before he erupts," she said matter of fact. Her mood was almost clinical, serious, as if she were studying a science project. It was obvious as she gripped the meaty shaft tighter and began to jerk it harder, pushing him toward another orgasm. Toni watched grinning, figuring that Candy was trying to fit all of the things that she had seen on the Internet, into one session. That was impossible. 

"I'll be more than happy to let you milk him. That stuff will really dry your hands out after awhile. Why don't you just play with him and learn his body reactions," Toni said, smiling at Candy. 

"I'd love to," she said grinning back at her trainer. Candy started to pump the hard cock frantically, jerking it up and down, bringing the slave closer and closer to the inevitable. As his hips suddenly arched upward, she listened closely as Ross gasped and let out a moan. She immediately stopped rubbing and let go of the slick wet cock. Jerking her hand away, she watched in total fascination as the rigid organ twitched and started to spasm. It was close but she had stopped her stimulation, just in time. He moaned again and pushed his hips upward, searching for the hand that had brought him so close. 

"What did you see just now?" Toni asked her pupil. 

"The gasp gave it away. When his hips went up and stopped in midair, I figured that was it. I also noticed that the skin of his sack had tightened up and his thigh muscles went really tight. But the big giveaway was that his cock head suddenly swelled up and got hard. I could actually feel it swell in my hand," Toni said smiling.

"You are a fast learner, continue," Toni said as she leaned on the exam table and watched. Candy stood there for a minute, just watching as the hard cock began to go a little bit softer. The head softened and the swollen foreskin began to slowly bunch up just under the head. Candy picked up a nearby towel and carefully wiped the head off, removing all of the pre cum. Getting it completely dry, she pinched off a sizable amount of foreskin on the underside of his cock head, with her thumb and forefinger. She held it there for a moment and then peeled the captive foreskin down and away from the shaft. Watching her handiwork, she held it there and then pulled down hard on the skin. Ross immediately winced and jerked, his hips pulling back. 

"Don't worry; I'm making sure to keep my fingernails away from his skin. I just wanted to see if I could make him bigger," Candy said, a look of fascination on her face. "His skin is loose enough that I figure I can get it a little thicker," she said with a smile. 

"Remember, he may be somewhat desensitized but that doesn't mean that he isn't feeling it. He could easily pop out a batch all over your hands," she quickly added, watching as Candy held the foreskin stretched down over her fingers. Candy continued to hold the foreskin tight, pulling and stretching it even more. Suddenly Ross pushed upward against her hand. She immediately let go of the thick skin and watched again as the cock twitched and pulsed. 

"That was close. He didn't seem to be that close till all of a sudden," Candy said curiously.

"He wasn't there yet, but he pushed up against your hand, trying to make himself cum," Toni said with a grin. "Sometimes, if it's hurting, the male will push harder or make it more painful, just to cum," she said. 

"Sexual suicide?" Candy said with a grin. She was now watching the hard erect cock pulsing and throbbing. It was obvious to her now, that he was real close to cumming. 

"Sexual suicide? That's a good way of putting it. It will hurt for a moment, but then it'll feel so good," Toni said with a laugh. Candy stood and watched till the quivers stopped and the slave's cock began to soften. She waited till it was almost soft enough to lie on Ross' stomach. It was still thick and engorged, but it had lost its rigidity. Candy took the towel and quickly wiped off all of the oozing pre cum.

"Ok, I want to try another approach," Candy said with a glint in her eyes. 

"You can do whatever you want with him, as long as it doesn't damage him. But keep your attention on him, I don't want him cumming yet," Toni said seriously. Candy just grinned and stepped back away from Ross. She was still standing between his outstretched thighs, her hips used to keep them propped open. She leaned down and took a close look at the bloated sack hanging from under his semi hard cock. 

"It looks pretty soft right now. I'm thinking that his arousal has gone down enough," Candy said, glancing up at Toni.

"I would think so. He's only about three quarters hard. What do you have in mind?" Toni asked.

"Can I use the bristle brush on him?" Candy asked seriously.

"No you can't use the bristle brush on him," Toni immediately replied. "I think that he's had enough of the brush," she said with a laugh. 

"Ok then. I have another idea. There are so many things that I want to try," Candy said, almost pleadingly. She had seen so many things on the Internet that she wanted to try all of them in one session.

"Don't worry. You'll have more than enough time to try everything. This is just your first day, you'll have a lot more slaves and a lot more days to have your fun," Toni said softly. She could remember her first week, when she had gotten to try out so many of her own fantasies. She also remembered being exhausted and horribly frustrated when she went home at night. During her first few weeks at the facility, she had learned to put extra tissue in her purse, just for her drive home. 

"Ok, just bear with me here. I want to try something and I promise to be careful," she said leaning down. Candy gently slid her upturned hands under the bloated sack. Getting each hand under one ball, Candy gently gripped the meaty orbs and held them. She leaned all the way over and pressed her mouth to the upturned cock that was only about half hard. In one quick slurp, she completely sucked it into her mouth. Ross jerked hard as he felt himself being sucked into the warm moist mouth. Candy could feel him quickly harden as she sucked hard on the fleshy rod. As she felt him stiffen and elongate, she began to bob her head up and down, adding more stimulation to the already over stimulated organ. Her head was moving fast as her mouth continued to pump the fully erect cock. 

"Whoa, I think that you just got his attention," Toni said with a laugh. She watched in fascination as her enthusiastic trainee quickly brought the restrained slave toward a powerful orgasm. Ross struggled for a few moments, feeling her mouth literally devouring his swollen organ. He gasped several times and then let out a long moan, his back arching hard as his head jerked up from the exam table. Candy could feel the slave's thighs move away from her hips, indicating that he was spreading his legs wider for her. 

"Candy...." Toni warned, aware that the slave was about to cum. Before Toni could tell the trainee to stop, Ross suddenly froze in mid air, his body stiffened. He jerked hard and cried out through the gag as Candy closed her grip on the swollen orbs in her hands and squeezed hard. She had captured them in such a way that the thumb and forefinger of each hand had pinched off the top of each ball. All the time that she was clutching them, her fingers had softly probed deep into the sack and found the spot that she was looking for. She was now applying pressure to the sensitive nerve riddled top of each ball. Her mouth was still sucking hard on the fleshy cock but she could easily feel that it was growing soft. She sucked harder as her fingers applied even more pressure, mashing the top third of the ripened sperm bags. 

"Candy, you're gonna make him cum," Toni said as a warning. It wasn't that big of a deal to Toni, but she wanted Candy to learn some more before they deflated the sexual organ that was performing so well. It was a good learning experience, Toni thought. Candy's mouth was still clamped tightly around the bloated shaft. It was obvious that her fingers and hands were doing something to the struggling slave. Ross would jerk hard and then drop back onto the table, but then jerk again, as if varying degrees of pressure were being applied to him. Candy's mouth was still working hard, her cheeks sucked in hard from the pressure she was exerting on the slave's cock. Her fingers and hands were moving quickly. 

"There! That's what I was wanting," Candy said in a strange voice. She sounded like she had bitten her tongue or as if she were talking with her mouth full. Candy was grinning broadly as she suddenly let go of Ross and rose up. Ross slumped down onto the exam table, his body going limp as he let out a gasp and immediately began to pant. The panting was almost an after thought; Candy was done with her experiment. 

"What did you do to him?" Toni asked in a shocked tone. She wasn't sure what she had just witnessed. Candy had asked her to bear with her and she had. Toni just wasn't sure what had happened. 

"This!" Candy said in the same garbled voice. Candy opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out, leaning towards Toni. Toni looked closer and could see a large glob of creamy white goo on Candy's tongue. It was obviously Ross' sperm and a sizable amount of it also. Candy just smiled as she slowly closed her mouth and leaned her head back. In an exaggerated motion, she slowly tilted her head back and swallowed twice before turning to Toni smiling. 

"Damn it, I told you not to make him cum," Toni said firmly. She wasn't mad that Ross had orgasmed, but she was mad that the trainee didn't follow her instructions. New trainees weren't supposed to just do what they wanted, especially on their first day. 

"He didn't cum. I sucked some out of him," Candy said with a big grin. She kept swallowing and licking her lips as if she had just swallowed a spoonful of peanut butter. It was sticking in her mouth. 

"You did what?" Toni said as she watched Ross, sure that he had just orgasmed. "What do you mean you sucked it out of him? Looks like a lot of cum to me," she said eyeing Candy closely. Toni was sure that Ross had just orgasmed. Toni was mad that this impertinent trainee was doing whatever she felt like and not obeying her trainer. 

"No, he didn't cum. I swear," Candy wailed, now seeing that she was in trouble. Her thrilled look quickly left her face as she realized that Toni was furious. She immediately understood what Toni was thinking. "He didn't cum. I literally sucked it out of him. He didn't cum," she said almost pleadingly, trying to convince Toni that she had done something good instead of disobeying her. 

"If he didn't cum, what was that in your mouth?" Toni demanded. 

"It was cum. But I swear, he didn't cum like you're thinking. I just wanted to try the stimulation thing. He didn't cum. I forced it out of him," Candy wailed, almost starting to cry. She knew that she was in trouble and that Toni didn't understand what she was saying. 

"What do you mean stimulation thing?" Toni demanded, trying to figure out what Candy was trying to say.

"I was sucking him, but he didn't cum. Not like you're thinking. I had both hands on his balls, squeezing them. I knew from the Internet, that the top of each ball has more nerve endings. That's where those squishy tubes and sperm things are. When I felt my fingers on them, I just mashed them and rolled them around in my fingers till his balls couldn't take it and they released. He didn't cum. He released some of his stuff," Candy said pleadingly. She was trying desperately to convince her new trainer what she was talking about. 

"Testicular stimulation. Where did you learn all of that?" Toni said, now becoming impressed that her new trainee actually knew what was inside of a male's sack. 

"On the internet. I've read all about it. I just wanted to see if it would work. I also just wanted to see how it tasted," she said with a smile. It was obvious to Candy that Toni was beginning to believe her. "See, does that look like a cock that just orgasmed?" Candy said pointing between Ross' legs. His cock was obviously hard. Since he hadn't cum, he was now fully hard and obviously, raring to go. It was definitely obvious that he had not cum.

"I'm impressed. There are very few trainers here that actually know how to manipulate a ball and make it pump, without an orgasm. But I do want to know one thing," Toni said, her words trailing off. Candy braced herself, fearing that she was in trouble. 




The New Slave Ch. 46



"What? Anything, just ask me," Candy said in the same pleading voice. It was obvious that Candy was desperate to please her trainer. She feared that she was about to get fired on her first day, and had barely begun to have all of the fun she knew was coming. 

"Was it good?" Toni asked with a big grin.

"Was it good?" Candy asked in surprised innocence.

"The taste?" Toni said smiling. 

"It actually was very good," Candy replied with a smile. Candy had never experienced anything like this and she definitely wanted more. She had heard stories about the bad taste of sperm, but in this particular case, she had relished it. Later she would think that it might not have been so much the taste, but the act of extracting the taste, from a struggling male slave. Candy was infatuated with the aspect of a struggling male. Candy was now more than aware that she wanted to be a trainer, and not a prep girl. She knew that she would have to start with prepping, and then, if she did well, she might get to train the struggling, resisting, sexually fraught, panicky, forced endowed males to do what she wanted them to do. It was all about control.

"Judging by the size that he is now, I think that our customer is going to be very pleased with our work here. I hope that she appreciates all of the hard work and what we had to go through to get him prepared as to her request," Toni said with a laugh. Both Candy and Toni just stood there inspecting their achievements. Ross' balls were obviously swollen and bloated from the use of the cylinder. They were huge to begin with, but now they were even larger, plump, and pushing out from the thin-skinned sack. But his cock was unbelievable. It too had been oversized when they started, but now the shaft was even thicker. The head and foreskin were something to behold. The head looked immense, the crown tightly stretched, puffed out, thick and massive. The foreskin hung down below the head, also thick and massive, but still pliable enough to be easily played with. 

"I don't know how any woman could fit that thing into her," Candy said as she gazed on the swollen overripe looking cock. It was obvious that Ross was still very functional. A steady flow of pre cum oozed from the tightly pursed mouth. The inflamed dark red colored head was almost covered in his own pre cum. 

"Oh, you'd be surprised. We get some very strange requests in prepping males for a rental. You never know what a customer wants a slave for or what purpose they have in mind. In prepping, we usually get the slaves after they've been milked dry. They're not much fun then. The slaves that are going out for a rental, is normally the only time that we get one that can even get hard. We don't usually get requests to 'de-sex' them either. That's somewhat rare. I figure that this customer must know him pretty well, or at least has seen him performing," Toni said as she continued to watch the hard cock. 

"De-sex him. I love that phrase," Candy said, her eyes glazing over for a moment. "I'm fascinated by the aspect of taking sperm from him, just so that he'll last longer later. You said that we are going to do him at least two times. Will you let me do the next one?" Candy asked, her eyes pleading with Toni. 

"Sure. You can do him again. We'll do him one more time and then see if we need to do a third one, based on his output. We don't' want to drain him," Toni said laughing. She casually reached over and grasped the base of Ross' cock, jiggling it from side to side. The crown immediately flared, the blood rushing to the fleshy extremity. 

"Ummm, I already know how I want to do him," Candy said, almost drooling.

"How's that. What do you have in mind?" Toni asked, curious as to what Candy wanted to do on her first day. There were so many things and possibilities that a new trainee could want. There was no way to do all of them in one day.

"I want to taste all of him," Candy said, licking her lips.

"So, you had a little taste of him and now you want the entire meal?" Toni said laughing out loud. "You saw how much he puts out. Do you really think that you want all of that?" Toni said, closely watching Candy for a reaction.

"The more the better," Candy said breathlessly. 

"Ok, you can do him orally if you want. We're also going to have to 'collar' him before we're through. He's plenty swollen; I don't think we need to increase his size any more. Why don't you go ahead and wipe him off. Go ahead and dry him off again," Toni instructed.

"Collar him?" Candy said, looking up at her trainer. Candy couldn't believe all of the new terms and erotic things that she was learning in her first day. 

"Yes, we'll collar him. A collar is put on him, going around his cock and balls, which will keep him really plumped up for the rest of the night, maybe even into tomorrow. It's a large metal oval shaped ring, which will encompass his entire cock and balls. It'll minimize the blood flow that can escape from his swollen genitals. It's tight enough that it will keep his size from shrinking, or at least slow it down a lot. It's also very decorative on him. The customers love them," Toni said softly as she went over to a cabinet. 

"Decorative?" Candy said as she finished wiping off all of the pre cum on the still rigid cock. 

"Sure, it's decorative. It's like very large piece of jewelry for a male. This particular ring is made from sterling silver. I'll have to find one that fits him. We have a lot of different shapes and circumferences for different sized males. He'll have to be forced into it. I think that you'll enjoy putting it on him," Toni said with a laugh. 

"If it's jewelry, why would I enjoy putting it on him? Doesn't it just slip on, or clasp or something?" Candy said innocently. "I've seen leather bands and something like dog collars on males before, but how is this one different?" Candy asked. One thing that Candy didn't mind, was asking questions. Toni was glad that she did. Some new hires didn't ask any questions and had an attitude that they already knew everything. Candy was different. 

"Different? Well, for one thing, it doesn't open. There are no clasps or openings. It's made to be forced onto the male and held there, just by the sheer size of his organs. It'll be tight enough that it forces his organs to stay pretty swollen. He'd have one hell of a time getting it off and I seriously don't think that he'll even try," Toni said as she found a ring that would fit Ross. Walking back to the exam table she added, "I think that you'll enjoy putting it on, because he definitely won't like how you put it on him." 

"You mean that he'll resist or struggle?" Candy said, the same glazed look coming over her eyes. Toni just laughed; she could read Candy like a book. Anything that had to do with a struggling or resisting male, Candy would be all for it. 

"He'll struggle, believe me," Toni said, holding up the ring so that Candy could see it.

"Holy shit. That ring won't fit him. It's barely bigger than his shaft," Candy said, reaching out for the heavy metal ring. "But it is gorgeous. It's so shiny and to think that it's sexual jewelry for a male. I love it," she said, taking the heavy metal ring into her hand. 

The ring was made from sterling silver and was somewhat heavy, due to its size and thickness. The ring was designed to fit around the male's cock and balls together. It was about a half inch wide at the top, the portion that would be situated at the top and base of his cock. The bottom of the ring, which was broader and pointed, would rest beneath his sack. The pointed portion was rounded and smooth and could be used in either direction. If the point was placed pointing outward to the front of the male, it would serve to hold his balls up out in front of him, being displayed. If the point was placed pointing behind him, it would be pressed against his prostate and create additional stimulation. The entire metal ring was about 4 inches long and 3 inches at its widest point. Oval shaped, it would hold his balls and cock bundled up and pushed outward. 

"Oh, it will fit him, with some work on your part. It will be hard, but you'll have to force each ball up and through the ring and then get it snug all around his organs. At that point, it will be awhile before it comes off. Later, when he softens up and starts to lose some of that excess fluid in his cock and balls; it'll come off pretty easily. Now you see why he'll be struggling?" Toni said with a big grin. 

"Wow, I bet he will. It looks almost impossible. He's too big for the size of this ring," Candy said, shifting the shiny heavy ring from hand to hand. It was a hefty weight. 

"Believe me, it'll fit on him. You'll just have to really force everything through the ring's opening. That's the hard part for you. The customer will be more than appreciative of this little piece of jewelry," Toni said with a laugh. Candy just stared at the opening of the ring and size of Ross' organs. His cock and balls were obviously a lot larger than the opening of the metal jewelry. 

"I'll try," Candy said softly. The look on her face showed her doubt. But she was more than anxious to try.

"I'll give you a little hint. This is one case where a soft cock is easier to work on, rather than a hard one," Toni said with a grin. She then looked at the rigid cock that was sticking out so boldly from between Ross' legs. Candy took the hint and grinned, looking at the rock hard meat. She knew what was next.

"I think that it's time to see just how much is left in him," Candy said excitedly. Toni just smiled and nodded. Candy didn't' waste any time. She gently took the hard cock in her hand and began to slowly rub it, her hand squeezing the base as it slid up the shaft. Ross jerked as he felt the new stimulation on his ignored sexual toy. Within a second or two, he gently thrust upward, feeding more of his cock to her hand. Candy just looked up at Toni and smiled. This wouldn't take long.

"Once he's soft, you can put the ring on him," Toni said as she watched the new trainee.

"Well, before, he gave me a little sample to taste. This time, I think that I want to order the entire meal. If that's ok with you," Candy said, looking up from her rubbing.

"Get after it. But, let me warn you, a little taste might not be the same as what he gives you this time. What you got a few minutes ago was a sample taste. This time, he'll give you the full amount and it's going to be thick, abundant, and warm. Are you sure you want to try that?" Toni asked seriously. 

"I guess that I'll find out," Candy said as her hand began to rub Ross faster. His breathing was already erratic, coming in quick breaths and pants. His hips were beginning to thrust upward with more speed. He was already close to cumming.

"I want you to do one thing. Since he's already cum once, we don't want to take all of it. As soon as he starts to cum, do whatever you want with your mouth, but do not use your hands at all. Once he starts, let go of him and use only your mouth. Understand?" Toni said firmly. Don't swallow it either. I need to see what his output is. We want to make sure that he has enough sperm to perform for the rest of the night," Toni added. 

"Sure, no problem," Candy said with a grin. Immediately, her hand started jerking the rigid cock up and down, faster. It was obvious that she wanted him to cum, immediately. She was more than ready as her other hand snaked down between his thighs and began to manipulate the swollen balls. His body jerked hard as she began to squeeze each one individually, switching from one to the other. She would squeeze one and then release it, then squeeze the other one and release it. This went on for several moments as she leaned down and engulfed the swollen head and foreskin into her mouth. Her cheeks sucked in hard as she sucked on the meaty appendage. Her appetite seemed voracious as her mouth pumped his cock. She was trying to completely suck out all of the pre cum from his shaft. 

"You don't mind if I swallow all of the clear stuff, do you?" Candy asked, looking up from her male sex project. "He's got a lot of that in him," Candy said with her mouth obviously full. 

"Help yourself. Enjoy," Toni said with a grin. Candy made an obvious gulp as she tilted her head back and swallowed the pre cum that she had captured from the near orgasmic cock. Her hand stopped rubbing him only long enough for her to savor the warm clear fluid that she had just extracted from the male slave. Immediately her hand began to pump the raw and swollen cock, her head bobbing back down to finish the job. It didn't take but a few more moments of the sensuous mouth on him. Ross suddenly moaned as his hips pushed upward, pushing into her mouth. His back arched hard, his head tilted back as the first warm gush shot out from the tenderized balls. 

"Ummm, ummm, ummm," Candy moaned softly as she slurped and sucked on the pulsating head. With each throb of his cock, another warm gush shot from the flared head. Candy immediately let go with her hands, allowing her mouth to do all of the work. Her hands gently moved away from the twitching organs, feeling their way to his thighs where they helped to hold him down as he thrust violently into her mouth. She clamped her mouth tightly around the twitching and throbbing head, feeling each spurt hit the back of her throat. Her mouth held him tightly, careful to contain all of the creamy goo that came out of him. Ross continued to thrust, lessening each time, but obvious still in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Candy continued sucking hard, a slight choking sound coming from her after several moments. Her hands pressed harder into his thighs, holding his thrusting to a minimum. After several moments, it was all over. Ross slumped down onto the table, gasping for breath. Candy's head continued to move up and down slowly, still sucking on the fleshy but softening meat in her mouth. After several moments, she stood upright, her face bright red, and her eyes watering. 

"Well? Was the meal as good as the appetizer?" Toni said with a laugh. It was obvious that Candy's cheeks were puffed out, trying to hold the thick warm cream in her mouth. Based on the look on Candy's face, Toni wasn't sure if Candy was going to throw up or choke. Toni immediately grabbed a towel and held it out to Candy. Candy leaned forward and opened her mouth, letting the thick cream pour out onto the clean towel. Toni was shocked to see the amount that flowed out onto the towel. Candy coughed several times, holding her mouth open so that all of the fluids came out. 

"It was better than the appetizer," Candy said with a grin, still choking, her eyes watering badly. She coughed several more times, trying to clear her throat. 

"I think that we don't need to do another one," Toni said, looking down at the mess all over the towel. It was thick and abundant, but obviously less than the first orgasm. "Remember, we want enough sperm in him to keep him aroused and hard, but not enough that he's pumping his stuff out, all night. He'll be just fine. The customer is going to love this one," Toni said with a laugh.

"I know that I did," Candy said with a grin. She was still trying to clear her throat, occasionally coughing and holding her chest. "My teeth and gums feel like I've been eating glue. Do all of them taste this good?" Candy said laughing innocently.

"No. And that is a definite no!" Toni said quickly. "Each male is different. Just because you enjoyed this male, on this occasion, doesn't mean that he'll be the same flavor next time. And that goes for all of the males. I think that you're just enjoying your first day," Toni said with a laugh. 

"I definitely want to be a trainer," Candy said, almost mumbling. It was obvious to Toni that Candy was deep in thought, probably thinking about what she could do with males if she were a trainer, behind locked doors. Candy was going to work out just fine, at the facility.



The New Slave Ch. 47



Chapter 47, The Sex Slave is Enhanced and Bejeweled

"We're running out of time. We have got to finish up and get him ready. Security will be here shortly to take him to the customer's house," Toni said, tossing the used towels to the floor.

"Well, I think that he was ready, and now he's finished," Candy said, pointing to the flaccid cock lying on Ross' stomach. He was obviously very swollen, the foreskin and head being huge and fleshy. His shaft was thicker and his balls were obviously huge, pushed out tightly against the thin-skinned sack. A lot of the redness had gone from the skin, appearing almost normal. 

"Well, this will probably be a lot of fun for you, but he's not going to like it. It's not that bad, but it might get a little bit tight for him," Toni said with a laugh. She tossed the heavy metal cock and ball collar to Candy. Candy held it up, staring at it, trying to imagine how she could even begin to get it on the limp slave. It looked almost impossible.

"I don't know if it'll go on, but I'm going to give it a good try," Candy said smiling. She was more than anxious to do anything that involved touching or playing with a slave's genitals. 

"Believe me; it's easier than it looks. But now you can see why a soft cock works better in this case, than a hard one," Toni said. It was obvious to Toni that Candy wasn't sure that the collar would even go on the slave. Toni knew that it would, with some effort. "He's about as soft as he's going to get. Now is a good time to put it on him. As his refractory period ebbs, he'll be more inclined to start swelling up. Just because he cum twice doesn't mean that he will stay soft. I can guarantee that," Toni said with a laugh. 

"His refractory period?" Candy said, looking up quizzically. 

"Yes. It's called a refractory period. That is when he has cum and he has no ability to get hard. It's physiological. Each male is different, but all of them will have a period just after cumming, where their cocks cannot get hard, no matter what you do to it. He's in that state right now," Toni instructed. 

"Oh. Ok. You want me to just get this thing on him?" Candy asked innocently. 

"Sure. Just take your time, get it on him and then snug it up as tight against his body as you can get it. The increased fluids in his cock and balls will do the rest and keep the thing on him for at least the next few hours, if not all night. Security will remove it from him, when they pick him up later. I'll give you a hint. Start with his cock. Get his cock inside the oval, and then push one ball in at a time through. That's the tough part," Toni said with a grin. 

"Ok. I've never done this. I don't want to hurt him," Candy said with a big grin. 

"Yea, right," Toni said laughing. "Just don't leave any marks or damage him. That's all I'm asking. Be careful with your fingernails. Try not to gouge him or scratch him," Toni added. 

Candy was still positioned between Ross' outstretched legs. She pressed her hips forward, forcing his thighs outward, opening him up. Looking down, she could see that his sack had returned to a more workable condition. The skin wasn't tight and drawn up as it was moments before, when he was cumming. Toni retrieved a fresh towel and wiped Ross down, cleaning him up for the jewelry. She opened a container of scented oil and held it out to Candy, ready for her to use. 

"This will help get the bigger parts to slip through the ring," Toni said with a laugh. "Just don't use too much or the ring will begin to slip off of him, as the night wears on. And try not to use any around the top base of his cock. That way it'll hold to his skin better," she added. Candy took a small dab of the creamy oil and rubbed it into her hands. Using both hands, she slid them under the soft sack and began to work the oil into the slave's skin. She was careful not to get it all over his cock, fearing that it would make the ring slide off of him.

"Ok, how is that?" Candy asked as she continued rubbing the warm oil into Ross' abused skin. 

"That looks good. Now start getting the ring on him," Toni instructed. Toni used the towel on Ross, rubbing off the excess oil so that he was almost dry. Candy immediately took the ring and easily slid it over Ross' cock. 

"Which way should I put the collar on? Should it be pointing to his front or to his rear?" she quickly questioned. She understood that the direction would make a definite difference in either holding his genitals outward or pressing on his prostate.

"Point it to his front. I don't think that his prostate will need any additional stimulation, judging by his balls. They're still swollen up pretty big, but that doesn't mean anything," Toni said laughing. Candy already had it in the correct position and just slid it to the base of his cock. Even with his cock thickness, she could still slide a finger or two between the ring and his skin. She still didn't think that it would go over his cock and his balls, at the same time.

"What do you mean; that his ball size doesn't mean anything?" Candy asked curiously. She looked up, knowing that she was about to get another lesson in male anatomy and function. 

"Ball size doesn't mean anything. They are the size that they are," Toni replied with a laugh. "I've seen huge balls that barely put out any cum. I've also seen tiny ones that shot out a load that looked like a horse cumming. And then there are balls that are huge and also have huge amounts. As you have seen, Ross is one of those with huge balls and huge loads. Right now his balls are swollen from using the cylinder on them, even though we've taken two sizable loads out of him. So, remember that ball size is not indicative of what's inside of them," Toni said. 

"Ok. I'll keep that in mind," Candy said with a laugh. She turned her attention back onto the fleshy male meat in her hands. She had slid the ring all the way to the base of his soft cock. Reaching below his sack with her other hand, she firmly pushed upward on one ball, forcing it against the underside edge of the metal ring. "Sorry babe, but I'm sure that this is going to hurt you more than it hurts me," she said with a laugh. Her delight in what she was doing was evident in her face. She was thrilled with the aspect of getting rough with a male's balls. 

"I'll give you a little hint. Pull some of the sack skin up into the ring, before you try to force the ball into the ring. You have to give the ball a place to plop into," Toni said while she closely watched the new trainee. Candy immediately let the ball drop down and pulled a large amount of the thin soft skin up through the ring, just below his cock shaft. Holding the ring tightly against the base of his cock, it gave her a small opening in which the skin could rest. She then used her other hand and squeezed the ball upward, attempting to force it through the small opening. 

"Annnggghhh," Ross cried out through the mouth gag as he felt his ball being squeezed through the opening. His hips and butt pulled downward, as if he were trying to pull his tortured organs from Candy's grasp. His legs pulled tightly against the restraints, his thighs pressed inward trying to protect the now overly sensitive organs. Candy squeezed harder, the extra effort obvious as she tensed up and pushed harder against the meaty ball. "Annnggghhh, unnnggghhh, Ross cried out again, gasping loudly as his body attempted to withdraw from the attack. 

"Boy, he definitely doesn't like that," Candy said with a big grin. She was more than enjoying her task. She took a deep breath and began again, this time using more pressure and force as she tried to push the ball upward through the ring. "I don't think that it's going to go through. It feels like it's about to pop in my hand. I never knew that they could feel this mushy or be reshaped like this," Candy said as she applied more pressure. Ross flinched and bucked, his hips jerking up and down as he tried to wiggle free from her hands. Ross gasped hard several times, his body jerking to get free. 

"Don't worry, it'll go, you just have to work it through the opening. Remember, each ball is oval shaped, not round. You have to push it through lengthwise, not sideways. You've got plenty of room to work with there," Toni said, watching carefully. She knew that she had picked the right sized ring. The heavy pieces of male jewelry were ornamental and came in many sizes. They were used for looks, mainly to signify a sex slave. But they were also used to keep the organs bound up tightly and reduce the sensitivity in the slave's cock. Toni had put rings on males for a long time and she knew her sizes.

"I know that there's room for it to slip through, but there's so much ball and so little of a space," she said, struggling with the meaty orb. "Are you sure this will go on?" she asked curiously. 

"I'm positive. Do you want me to do it?" Toni asked. She knew that it would go over his genitals; it just took practice to get all of him through the ring. 

"No, I definitely want to do this. It's actually fun, if you can imagine fun in just putting a ring over some skin," Candy said, struggling, her arms and hands tiring from the exertion. She had no sooner spoken when she suddenly felt the ball pop through the opening into the excess skin on top of the ring. Ross gasped as the nerve riddled ball squeezed through the small opening. Immediately his body settled down, the pressure off of the one ball that was now situated on the other side of the ring, captive and now on display. Candy stepped back to admire her work. She shook her arms and hands, trying to get the blood flow back into her tired limbs. 

"One down, one to go," Toni said laughing. "Do you want me to do the last one?" she asked seriously. 

"No! I'm fine. I want to do this. There's so much to learn. I've never done this before and I'm just not use to this," Candy replied quickly. She didn't mention that she was thrilled at what she was doing to the male slave. She had seen more struggling in this one male than she had seen in any of the videos or pictures that had seen on the Internet. She wasn't about to stop now. Besides, pictures and video didn't do anything like actual hands on experience. 

"Well, you'd better hurry. If you don't get the other ball in there, he's going to get erect and that will make it a lot harder to do. With all of the playing that you're doing with him, he's going to get aroused," Toni said, pointing to the obviously thicker cock. 

"Can't we just masturbate him again?" Candy said, already thinking that she might get to do this male one more time. 

"No, I think that he's put out enough sperm for awhile. We want to make sure that he has enough in him, for tonight. Remember, customers don't like a soft cock," Toni said with a laugh. "Go ahead and put a little more oil on that one ball and see if you can push it through. If you can't get it in, pretty quick, I'll have to do it," Toni added seriously.

"No problem, I've got it," Candy answered, almost desperately. She knew that this next step would be harder than getting the first ball into the ring. She also knew that Ross would definitely not like the next step and would probably struggle and resist like an animal. That aspect thrilled Candy. Candy immediately applied a small amount of oil to the ball that was pressed to the underneath side of the ring. Lubricating the skin covering that ball, she quickly got a firm grasp of it and pushed it upward, toward the already tight opening of the ring. Feeling resistance as the ball pushed against the huge ring, she pushed harder on it, trying to force it into the ring. 

"Annnggghhh, Annnggghhh, Annnggghhh," Ross cried out, his hips thrashing around trying to get lose from Candy's grip. He was panting hard, but Candy knew that it was probably not from arousal. She squeezed a little harder on the fleshy bulb and pushed upward, forcing a little more of it into the ring. She held it tightly, slowly moving it from side to side, hoping that it would find its own spot to slip through the already filled opening. It wasn't going. 

"He doesn't like that," Candy said laughing out loud. She could feel her own juices begin to flood her overly sensitive pussy. She continued to struggle with the ball, her grip on it obviously hard and tight. Since she had a tight grip on it, her fingers could feel as she moved the ball around, trying to find a larger space that it might slip through. Since his cock and his other ball had already taken up space in the ring, this last one would be the hardest. She bored down on it, pushing harder, up against the tight ring. 

"Now you see why he probably won't be trying to take it off tonight. He'll wear it till he comes back here and security will take it off for him, if the customer doesn't take it off first," Toni explained. 

"I think that it's about to go through," Candy said hopefully and almost breathlessly from all of the exertion that she was applying with her arms and hands. 

"I don't think so. He's already pretty tight down there. I should probably go ahead and finish it. We definitely don't want you mashing it or damaging it," Toni said with a laugh. Toni stepped around Ross' feet, moving up toward Candy. Candy was obviously pushing harder, hoping that she could 'pop' the ball through the narrow opening that she couldn't even see. Ross was still gasping and crying out, his entire body jerking against his restraints. 

"No, let go of him. Let me finish it. I've done this a lot," Toni said more firmly. Candy slowly let go of the ball that she was pushing on. It was obvious that there was at least some pain involved; Ross' sack was completely pliable, soft and mushy. His cock was still very thick, but had gone completely soft. Candy stepped back, the look of disappointment obvious on her face. She moved out from between Ross' spread legs. Toni quickly stepped in between his thighs, moving in close to his body. She took a small dab of oil and spread it all over the skin covering the one free ball. Using her fingertips, Toni felt all around the huge ball for a moment and then gently pushed it up against the bottom of the ring.

"Is there anything that I can do?" Candy asked pitifully. The tone in her voice was almost begging. She was having too much fun to stop now and didn't like the idea of just watching. She stepped back away from the exam table, her hands clasped helplessly in front of her. She looked as if she were about to start crying. "Anything?" she asked again.

"As a matter of fact, there is something that you can do. I also suspect that it might help us out, quite a bit. Why don't you distract him while I stuff his last nut through?" Toni said looking up at the dejected trainee. Candy's eyes beamed and opened wide. She immediately became excited. Her exuberance was instantaneous. 

"Tell me what to do. I'm more than ready to help," Candy babbled, not sure of where to go or where to stand. She was almost hopping from one foot to the other, trying to figure out what to do. "What do I do? Just tell me," Candy asked enthusiastically. 

"Kiss him. I'm sort of busy down here, so go ahead and take his blinders and mouth gag off. Then... kiss him. Make it good though. I figure that you might not have a lot of experience in kissing men so enjoy yourself," Toni said. Candy didn't waste any time. She immediately pulled Ross' blinders off and removed the mouth gag. Ross blinked as his eyes slowly became accustomed to the light. He worked his jaw up and down, now that his mouth was free to move without a gag.

"Hi Ross, do you remember me?" Candy whispered softly to the blinking slave. He immediately smiled as his eyesight became better. Candy was standing right next to his head and shoulders but stepped back in order for him to see her better. He couldn't miss the hardness of her nipples. He just smiled at her. 

"I remember you very well. How could I forget you?" he said softly, smiling at her. "Are you the one that's been torturing me or the one that has been playing so nicely with me?" he asked her. 

"Both," Toni interjected quickly. She's brand new, her first day and has done very well in learning what makes you hard and what makes you soft. Don't you think that she's done well?" Toni said smiling as she softly maneuvered the ball around the base of the ring. She was using her fingertips, softly trying to feel where the meaty testicle might slip through. Her fingertip manipulation was skilled and experienced. She'd done this so many times before that it felt like a deep massage to the slave. It was actually feeling very good on the abused ball.

"Ummm, she's done expertly if you ask me," Ross said softly, his eyes moving between Candy's face and her obviously erect nipples. "I hope that I wasn't a bother. Did I do ok for your first day? You ladies have been having a field day with my body," he added, softly laughing. 

"No, you were fabulous," Candy answered dreamily. She looked like a lovelorn high school girl, her eyes almost glassy eyed as she watched Ross just look at her. All she could do was smile and look into his eyes.

"I think that I'm about ready down here," Toni said, hinting for Candy to start her distraction on Ross.

"I'm not one to argue or complain with you ladies, but what has all of this physical fun been for?" Ross said, finally looking right at Toni. He didn't want to call it torture or abuse. Even under the circumstances, Ross had learned during his first days, to be friendly and somewhat submissive. Most of the women that he had met at the facility had more than enough power to make his life miserable, or at the very least, torture his body for their own interests or gratification. 

"I've already told you. You're being rented tonight. The customer has specifically asked that you be enhanced," she said with a soft laugh. Using the word 'enhanced' was a friendly way of saying that she was to aggressively modify his cock and balls. She would never admit that she enjoyed the 'modifications'. "I never get the customer's names on these work orders, but she must know you," Toni added, trying to explain to Ross.

"I haven't been here that long. I've only been out one time and that was for a disaster at Mistress Francesca's. That entire night was bad news," Ross tried to explain.

"Disaster? I haven't heard about that one. Must not have been too bad, since she wants you back, if she actually is the customer," Toni said as her fingertips continued to feel and maneuver the swollen ball into a more workable position.

"Believe me, it was a disaster for some of us. She had me fight one of her female slaves. I almost got my ass whipped," Ross said with a laugh.

"Well, that sounds like a story to me. But like I said, I don't know if it's her or not. It might be someone that has just heard about you. Either way, we're almost done here. I just have to get you into this pretty and shiny jewelry thing," she said laughing. She felt funny calling it jewelry, since it encompassed the slaves' entire genital region. But it was an attractive 'adornment' and it would definitely put the male's genitals on display for the customer. 

"It already feels pretty tight down there. I can't see what you're doing, but I can tell that I'm swollen. Does it look as bad as it feels?" he asked seriously.

"No. You look fabulous," Candy quickly chimed in. She was still staring at his eyes as he talked to Toni. Toni just laughed. "That's the biggest dick that I've ever seen or played with," Candy added almost mumbling. 

"He looks fabulous, as long as you like a large usable appendage on a male," Toni said laughing.

"Well, I like it. I think that it looks yummy," Candy said quickly. It was obvious to Toni that Candy was trying to defend her likes and dislikes. "As a matter of fact, could I ask you a big favor? I know this might be asking a lot, but if I don't ask, I'll kick myself tonight," Candy said sheepishly. 




The New Slave Ch. 47



"Sure, what?" Toni quickly answered. Toni was more than curious as to what Candy was talking about. 

"If he wasn't tied down and restrained like he is, do you think that he'd hurt me?" Candy asked innocently. She even lowered her voice, as if she didn't want Ross to hear her. 

"Do what?" Toni said, stopping what she was doing and looking up at Candy seriously. It was obvious to Toni that Candy was going somewhere with her questions.

"If he wasn't restrained, would he do anything to hurt me, physically?" Candy said softly.

"Ross? I don't know, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't hurt you. Would you hurt her, Ross?" Toni said with a slight laugh as she glanced up at Ross.

"I'm a lover, not a fighter. Well, I'm normally a lover," he answered with a laugh. "No, I wouldn't hurt any of you. I don't see any reason to do anything like that," he said.

"I understand that you use to be a cop. I'm sure that you're use to fighting," Toni said, the conversation turning serious. 

"Well yea, but that was in the line of duty. Just because I was a cop doesn't mean that I'm mean or cruel or even aggressive. I never did like fighting," he said seriously. 

"I didn't mean to start a debate," Candy interjected quickly. She was getting impatient with the way the conversation was going. 

"Why were you asking?" Toni said, looking straight at Candy.

"I want to undo his right hand restraint. So much excitement and so many fun things have happened to me already today, I just want to try something, for myself," she answered quickly. Her averted stare told Toni that the young trainee was really trying to summon up her courage, to ask for something. 

"I don't see why not. He's so tied down now, that I don't think he could do much with that one hand," Toni said, now curious as to what Candy wanted to do. Toni wasn't worried about Ross getting loose. If he made one move that even looked like he was trying to get free, security could be in the room in seconds. "Go ahead; I want to see just what you have in mind. Ross, you need to behave. You do realize what I'm holding here in my hand," Toni added with a laugh. 

Candy didn't waste any time allowing Toni to think about it. Candy immediately went to the restraints above Ross' head, undoing his right wrist. Within seconds, she had the hand restraint undone on Ross' right hand, the side that she was standing on. Ross stretched his arm out, stretching his muscles after being restrained. He was quickly getting the feeling back into his wrist and hand. She then took his right arm and moved it down to his side, just off the side of the exam table. Within a moment, it was obvious to both Ross and Toni, what Candy had in mind. With his right hand free, Candy stepped up closer to him, her legs slightly parted. His fingertips were barely touching her pubic mound. She stood there a second and moved closer to him. Ross didn't need an explanation and immediately touched the fleshy mound gently, running his fingertips up and down her, softly. 

"Ummm," Candy moaned in obvious delight. She knew what she wanted him to do and Ross knew what was expected of him. He gently played with her pubic hair and barely touched the fleshy lips that were now engorged and puffy. He gently inserted one finger between the moist lips and moved it slowly up and down, gathering more of the thick lubrication that was flowing from her. 

"You little slut," Toni said laughing. "I would've thought that you'd had enough already. Well Ok, then enjoy yourself but I still want you to do what we were discussing. Do you know what I mean?" Toni said. 

"I'm ready anytime you're ready," Candy said in a husky whisper. Ross was continuing with his fingertip stimulation. It was obvious that Candy was enjoying it; her body actually shook several times. She moved herself closer, enough that his hand was resting beneath the sensitive and aroused opening to her body. Candy shivered and then bent over, her face coming to within inches of Ross' face. She moved in closer to him and kissed him several times on and around his lips. Both of her hands came up to his face and held him, her mouth moving quickly around his face. Ross gently began to insert his middle finger up into the wet opening. Candy shivered as the finger slowly eased into her. 

"Ok, now hold him," Toni instructed. Her hand had not begun to push on the fleshy ball, but was trying to find a spot where she could feel it begin to wedge into the slight opening.

"Just relax, this is only going to take a few moments," Candy whispered at Ross. She leaned down again, holding his face tightly and kissed him. She leaned back away from him one time, staring into his eyes. His finger was deep into her, moving slowly in and out of her. He could feel her vaginal muscles tighten around his finger. He immediately pushed his face upward, trying to kiss her again. Being completely restrained, he couldn't reach her, but she smiled and leaned down, kissing him again. This time it was longer, lingering as her lips moved against his. She opened her mouth wider, the kiss becoming more impassioned. Ross responded in kind, his mouth opening wider as he felt the warm moist lips on his. Within seconds, their kiss became deeper and longer. 

Toni just watched and waited, knowing that she could finish her task in a few moments. She was also enjoying the very erotic show that was unfolding in front of her. Using her fingertips against the large orb, she maneuvered it till she felt it stop sliding inside the tight skin of his sack. She knew that it was somewhat situated against the small opening that would allow it to slip into the ring. Toni looked up and saw that Candy was fully involved in her own entertainment. Candy's legs were spread farther apart. Even though Toni couldn't see what was going on between Candy's legs, it was obvious by her gently and rhythmic humping, that Ross was quickly bringing the young trainee to another orgasm.

"Ok, now!" Toni said firmly. Immediately, Candy held Ross' face tight as her mouth opened wide, her lips pressed to his lips. Her tongue darted into his mouth, playing a cat and mouse game with his tongue. Seeing Ross held tightly and momentarily distracted, Toni pushed hard, feeling the ball begin to mash itself into the metal ring. Even holding him tightly, she could feel his body twist and his legs jerk hard against his ankle restraints. He wasn't going anywhere, trapped with the restraints holding him in the one frozen position. Toni pushed harder, feeling the meaty orb begin to give against the metal ring. It was slowly beginning to squeeze through the opening. 

"Unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh," Ross cried out painfully in muffled and garbled sounds. He was jerking and pulling, trying to get away from Toni' torturing hands, but was held tightly by both Toni and Candy. Candy's mouth remained glued to Ross. Candy's hips were moving quickly, jerking up and down, as Ross' finger remained deeply embedded inside of her. She pulled her legs together, squeezing her thighs against the trapped hand. 

"Any time now," Toni said as she struggled to hold onto the slippery ball trapped inside of Ross' sack. Being forced against the tiny opening, the ball was slipping around inside of the sack, trying to take the path of least resistance. Toni didn't' want it to take that path, but wanted it to move through the opening. She had done this before, many times and knew that it would eventually slip through. She held it tightly, pushing against it. 

"Annnggghhh, awwwkkkk, unnnggghhhhhhhhhhhhh," Ross cried out loudly in a garbled voice. Toni could hear Ross even with Candy's mouth covering him. Candy was in a full pant, her hips jerking as her orgasm began deep inside of her. She kept her mouth on Ross with her hands holding his face tightly. Enjoying the moment, Candy was fully aware of what Ross was going through. She could feel him thrashing and pulling, which only fueled her sexual fire. In her mind, she could envision the ball almost to the point of popping and the pain that the slave was going through. 

Toni began to feel the ball move against her fingertips. Fearing that it was about to slip in the wrong direction, she pushed as hard as she could, forcing the ball to pop through the tight space, and through the ring. Ross jerked hard as the ball was compressed small enough to slide through the tiny opening. Once through the ring, it popped up on the other side, both balls pushed outward and trapped along with his cock. 

"There we go," Toni said as she breathed a sigh of relief. At one point she thought that the ring might be too small. Whether it was or not, Ross' sexual organs were now on display, tightly bundled in front and sticking out obscenely. They were so stuffed through the ornamental ring that they looked as though they were demanding attention. Toni was sure that they would get that attention, with the customer. At this point, Candy was slumped over on Ross' chest, resting on him. She was panting, her legs now spread wide as she held herself up against the exam table. Ross was breathing hard too, but not from arousal. Toni leaned around and looked and could see that Ross' finger was still deep inside of Candy's quivering pussy. 

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Toni said, grinning at Ross. He barely opened his eyes, looking at her. He was still breathing hard. "Now that is what I call a good looking cock and balls. I think that the customer is going to love what you've got down there," Toni said with a laugh. Candy still wasn't' moving. She was slumped on top of Ross, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She barely could stand up. Hearing Toni's comment, Candy shakily stood upright, stepping slowly back away from the table. She was still holding Ross' finger tightly and slowly rose up, allowing it to pull free from her tight opening. She grimaced as she stepped away from the table. Obviously, she was more than sensitive. She stood for a moment, slightly bowed forward, catching her breath.

"Well, I said it wasn't so bad. Maybe I was wrong," Toni said with a laugh, watching Candy struggle to stand up straight. 

"No, it was fabulous. My legs are just really tired all of a sudden," Candy moaned as she regained her composure. 

"Honey, I don't think that it's your legs that have given out," Toni said laughing out loud. "I think that it's more of what's between your legs that is given out," Toni added. Candy attempted a slight smile. It was obvious that she was tired.

"Ummm, I didn't mind a bit," Candy said quietly. "What do you want me to do now?" Candy mumbled, still trying to stand straight. 

"Now? Maybe you should rest," Toni said laughing. "We're basically done with him. I'll just finish by cleaning him up a little. Then he's ready to go. Security should be here anytime now, to pick him up," Toni said as she straightened up the heavy metal ring, pulling as much of Ross' skin as she could, into it. She grasped Ross' balls and held them as she pulled all of the skin that she could get, through the ring. As tight as the ring was around him, Ross' captured genitals would remain in the ring for the remainder of the night. 

"Did you enjoy your first prep session?" Toni said with a knowing smile. Candy just leaned against the exam table, smiling. "I take that as a yes," Toni added. 

"I'll definitely be seeing you again," Candy said, leaning down close to Ross' face and whispering to him. Candy was enthralled with the aspect of a male struggling to stop what she could do to him. Working in this facility, Candy knew that she would have many more chances to make males struggle and resist her. She loved that aspect of her new job. She really didn't think of herself as a sadist, but more as an extremely aggressive, voraciously sexual aerobic sex trainer. Each male's body would be her playground. Their bodies would be her play toys. She even laughed at the thought. And the workday wasn't even over for her. 



The New Slave Ch. 48



Chapter 48, Ross is Delivered to Security, by Security

By the time that security arrived to transport Ross, Candy was somewhat composed and completely dressed. She didn't notice but both of the security officers saw the obvious wet area soaking through her jeans. Toni just smiled at them and winked. This was a common occurrence and security was more than use to seeing an aroused trainer or prep girl. They just smiled as they undid the restraints on Ross and got him up from the exam table. Both of them took a few moments to admire the sight of the silver ring that trapped his genitals and pushed them out on obvious display. This too was a common sight to the officers, especially in sex slaves that were going out on a rental. One officer quickly put a set of handcuffs on him and led him to the hallway.

Nude, except the silver ring, Ross was escorted to the holding area where he was given a new loincloth. It was just after noon and both of the officers had already seen plenty of sexual events in just the few short hours of their shift. They appeared bored as they lead Ross into the holding room. In this room, one officer put the new loincloth on Ross while the other officer put heavy leather ankle restraints on his ankles. Then they waited till it was time to deliver him to the customer's house. Both of the officers would sit and wait with him, to make sure that he didn't take the newly placed ring off, or do anything sexual. Part of their job was to make sure that he didn't ruin the customer's plans by masturbating. Male slaves that were rented out were usually put through some aggressive pre-rental activities, in order to peak their arousal. It was only a few minutes when two transport officers showed up and took Ross. Their job was to deliver him to the customer's house. 

"Do you know the customer's name?" Ross asked the two officers as they walked him to a waiting car. Ross didn't like using the word 'customer' since it referred to him or his body as being the item purchased, but it was the word that everyone seemed to use. Neither of the officers answered or even acknowledged his question. They both walked silently with Ross in between them, one of them holding onto the handcuffs placed behind his back. Neither officer even seemed to notice the huge bulge that was pushing out so obviously from beneath the loincloth. As usual, the skimpy loincloth barely covered him. In silence, one officer got behind the wheel of the vehicle as the other one placed Ross in the back seat on the passenger side. The officer in the back seat hooked Ross' handcuffs to a chain that was secured behind him and attached under the back seat. She then stretched his left ankle across the rear floorboard of the driver's side and locked the ankle restraint into place, pulling his left leg outward from him. This 'passenger side left leg out' was a common method of transporting any slave. In this position, he was more than vulnerable in the event that he started acting up. It only took one well placed blow between his legs, to gain his compliance. 

Both officers remained silent as they pulled away from the facility. As they began traveling from the property, Ross could feel the stare of the officer in the backseat as she sat watching him. He turned to see a big grin on her face as she stared at him. 

"Well?" the officer in the front seat asked suddenly. It broke the silence so suddenly that it actually caused Ross to jump. 

"Nice, very nice for an old male, if that's what you like. And he's got a big one too," the backseat officer replied, her eyes now focused on the area between Ross' outstretched thighs.

"They usually do," the driver said laughing out loud. "When's the last time you saw an entertainment slave leave here that was small, or 'lesser endowed'?" the driver asked. 

"I can't ever remember seeing a small one," the backseat officer answered. She was looking down toward Ross' loincloth. Sitting as he was, and with his left leg stretched out toward the driver's seat, he was fully exposed to her view. The loincloth barely even covered the patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair just above his cock. Ross glanced up at her, his face turning red. She was grinning; her eyes locked on the ringed and captured cock and balls. As embarrassed as he was, he could immediately feel himself begin to swell. 

"He's very responsive too," the backseat officer said, her eyes still looking down between his thighs. "It likes the attention. You can actually watch the little twitches and jerks as it grows," she said with a laugh. 

"How does it like being played with?" the driver asked, craning her neck to see into the rearview mirror. "Remember, you drive on the next delivery. I want to see it," she said laughing. 

"Oh, I'll keep you informed. I'll tell you all of the details," she answered as she continued to watch the slowly swelling cock. Just her gaze was enough to start Ross' arousal level to go up. He actually was embarrassed, but the obvious attention to his sex was more than enough to get his arousal going up. He was emotionally embarrassed but physically, he was aroused. 

"Well, tell me everything, don't leave out anything. I'm driving as slow as I can," the driver said, almost pitifully. She seemed more serious than she did kidding. 

"Well, he's just like every other male that you've seen. You pay a little attention to his cock and it starts stiffening up. It's a big one, even though he's still pretty soft. But that's changing quickly," she said laughing. "He's thicker than most that we've seen and his balls are unbelievable," she said as she suddenly noticed what was stuffed through the silver jewelry ring. She had been enjoying the sight of the overly thickened cock, but had not even noticed the huge balls hanging down below. 

"What do you mean, unbelievable?" the driver asked, slowing down and leaning back to look. 

"They're huge. They're bigger than anything I've ever seen. This guy must be loaded," she said with a laugh. "When you were prepped, did they milk you?" she asked seriously, looking up at Ross for the first time. Any security officer that had been at the facility for awhile, knew the procedures that the prep girls used, especially the practice of milking males to give them more sexual stamina for a rental. It wasn't uncommon for security officers to hang out around the prep area, just in case there was something worth watching. Prep girls would often alert security officers if something interesting or different was coming in. And with Dr Sherry's interests, almost all males were either interesting or different. 

"Yes," Ross answered sheepishly. Even aroused by the attention to his sexuality, he was still more than embarrassed. He couldn't stop the obvious swelling that was continuing. He could feel his face turning red and warm.

"You were milked? One time?" she quickly asked. 

"No, twice," he answered quietly.

"Holy shit, they did him twice and he's still full," the officer told her partner. "With that size, I bet he cums in cupfuls instead of spoonfuls," she said laughing again. She immediately reached out and gently lifted the rapidly swelling cock up and took a better look at the fleshy ball sack. At that moment, she wasn't as interested in his cock as she was his balls. She didn't realize that her touching caused an immediate reaction in his cock. He began to grow thicker and longer, faster. Even desensitized, his cock was reacting normally to a female's touch. 

"He's getting big, fast. You have got to see this thing," the backseat officer said as she continued to hold onto the almost fully erect meat. Immediately the driver began to slow down and pull over. Coming to a stop, she turned around and leaned over the seat, getting a better view of the now rock hard appendage. The other officer was still holding his cock up and out of the way, giving the other officer a good look at the fully exposed sack. Restrained in the back seat as he was, he was fully displayed as his organs lay between his outstretched legs. 

"Those don't look like balls that were milked twice," the driver said, staring at the more than handful of male sex. Ross' face was blood red. He had been through this scenario before and it didn't make any difference, he still was humiliated. Performing sexually, or being played with sexually, was one thing. But when he wasn't in a sexual situation, it became embarrassing. He found himself thinking of how an endowed female could be embarrassed when she found herself being ogled by an insensitive male. 

"The prep girl milked you, twice?" the officer in the back seat asked, looking directly at Ross.

"Yes," Ross said softly. 

"How long ago was that?" she asked quickly, her gaze going back down to the huge balls.

"I don't know. Maybe in the past hour and a half," he answered her, his eyes looking away and out the window. "I guess that I misplaced my watch during her prep," he added with a smirk. He was starting to get mad at the attention and the questioning. 

"I thought that the milking was suppose to desensitize them. It's suppose to help them last all night, or something like that," the driver said, still enjoying the sight of the embarrassed male slave. 

"It's supposed to. That's the general idea," the other officer said, her fingertips still gently holding the hard cock pressed against Ross' stomach. "Come on, we need to get going. We're suppose to get him there in a few minutes," the backseat officer quickly told the driver. 

"Well, I don't think that getting him hard will hurt anything. It's like we're going the extra step to satisfy the customer," the driver said laughing as she turned around and steered the car back onto the road. "Think we should milk him one more time, just to make sure he's not too primed?" she added.

"No!" the other officer quickly answered. "Do you want to get fired? You keep driving and I'll give you all of the details," she said as she looked up at Ross. She grinned mischievously at him. 

"Ok, but tell me everything. How come we haven't seen this guy before?" the driver asked as she continued her now slower drive to the customer's house. 

"How come we haven't seen you before?" the backseat officer asked, grinning up at Ross as her fingers began to gently play with the foreskin of the captured cock. 

"I've only been here for a few weeks. I guess that I don't get out much," he said with a grin, now beginning to relax with the two officers. With Ross' experience, he didn't view them as a threat, but as two young and naïve women, more curious than anything. The fact that almost all of Dr Sherry's security officers were either former police officers or military trained, made him feel more at ease with them. An unspoken bond, if you will. 

"Come on, tell me what's going on," the driver pleaded from the front seat.

"Ok, well, he's big, as you saw. He's thicker than the regular slaves that we've transported in the past. His cock head and foreskin are really big, and they're dark colored, sort of like they're either irritated or really ready to play. Maybe it was the prep work on him," she said, glancing up at Ross for some response. "Is this because of the prep work? It's so red," she asked, now serious as if she was learning something new about the male anatomy. Ross nodded without explaining.

"What else? What about his nuts?" the driver said, quickly turning and glancing into the back seat. 

"Well, what can I say? They're huge and they look like they're more than full," the officer said as her other hand gently slid between his thighs and under the soft bloated sack. She cupped the oversized sack and lifted it upward, feeling them gently. Her fingers moved around each ball as if measuring its size. "His balls are big enough that I can barely get my hand around each one," she added, trying to give her partner a good description. She was more distracted than concerned about giving a running commentary. 

"We've got a few minutes, go ahead and jack him off. I want to see how much he cums," the driver said, craning her head back to watch the events in the back seat. 

"No way. He's going on a rental. If the doctor finds out, we'd be in big trouble," the backseat officer answered hotly. 

"With those nuts, I don't think anyone will notice that he's a few ounces lighter," the driver said, almost pleading. "Come on, I've got some towels under the seat. He looks like he's ready to burst. Look at it this way, we'd be doing him and the customer a favor," she quickly added. 

"No, and drop it. You haven't been here that long. Believe me, the doctor would find out and we'd both get fired. That's a guarantee. If you're that interested in him, you can always make an appointment for some private time with him," the backseat officer said firmly. She was getting mad at her partner, but she had not stopped the gentle playing that her fingers and hand were doing to the obviously aroused male. "Just drive." 

"Ok, but tell me what is going on back there," the driver said as she slowed down even slower.

"Well, he's still rock hard. His thing is firm and it's long. He's not wet though. But I suspect that he's not far from being wet. He's too hard to not be wet," she said as she slowly leaned down in the seat. Immediately the driver noticed and craned her neck to see what was happening, just out of her view. The backseat officer was using her fingers to squeeze upward along the shaft, trying to force out more pre cum.

"What are you doing? What's going on back there?" the driver said, almost begging. Several moments passed in silence, and then even more moments passed. Craning her neck, the driver could see that her partner's head was now down in the slave's lap. Several more silent moments passed.

"Well, I can tell you that he's more than wet now, and he tastes yummy. For a male, he has a very nice flavor," the officer said, rising up in the seat and looking at the driver in the rearview mirror. The backseat officer's lips and chin were all wet. "I can tell you that he's been oiled and scented. He tastes good and smells great," she said with a chuckle. She made an exaggerated motion of licking her lips, for the benefit of the shocked driver and then laughed. 

"You little slut. You preach to me about not doing anything and getting fired and then you do that?" You're teasing me, just jack him off and let me watch," she said, laughing. 

"You're just jealous that you're not sitting back here and playing with him. He has a yummy flavor, he's more than full. You really should feel these balls. And to make matters worse, I didn't have any lunch," the officer responded laughing. "I bet this guy would pump a huge load," she said as she leaned back down in the seat. The driver spun around in her seat, to get a better look. She could see her partner's head quickly bobbing up and down in Ross' lap. She could also see that Ross was sitting stiff in the seat, his back arched and his eyes open wide. It must have been getting intense for him; his shoulders were straining and pulling against the chain holding the handcuffs behind him. 

"I thought you said we'd get in trouble," the driver said as she brought the car to a stop. She turned around in the seat and got comfortable, now able to watch everything. Her partner's head was now quickly moving up and down the elongated shaft. It was obvious that the partner was about to have her liquid lunch.

"Quick, give me a towel," the backseat officer said as her head came up for a moment. Her mouth and chin were covered with a frothy coating of goo. The driver grabbed a towel and tossed it onto Ross' legs where the partner could reach it. The backseat officer's mouth immediately went back to the slick saliva coated cock and began hungrily sucking on it. As her head moved quickly up and down, Ross began to breath in quick pants, his orgasm imminent. Even he was watching intently as the one officer's head bobbed up and down in his lap. The driver was mesmerized, watching the sex show going on in the back seat. She knew that it would be over any second, judging by Ross' body language and breathing. He was straining, his hips pushed upward as the officer's mouth bobbed hungrily on his throbbing cock. 

"I hope you're hungry, because he's going to blow some huge wads," the grinning driver said, settling back to enjoy what was about to happen. Suddenly Ross went stiff and gasped; his head tilted back, his hips thrust out obscenely. Immediately, the backseat officer jerked her head back from the spasming cock, watching with amusement as it bounced and twitched. She watched as it continued jerking for several moments with nothing coming out of it. 

"You just have to know when to say no," the backseat officer said laughing out loud. She lounged back in the seat, watching Ross pant and thrust with no stimulation to help finish what she had started. The front seat officer almost felt sorry for Ross, watching him struggle with what would have been a very intense orgasm. A steady stream of pre-cum poured from the flared swollen head, but no obvious sperm. There was a copious amount of pre-cum, but none of the thick white fluid that would have indicated an orgasm. It was obvious that he had not cum.

"But why did you need the towel," the driver asked, the disappointment obvious in her voice. 

"To clean up, what else would I need it for?" the other officer answered with a laugh. She then pulled the clean towel up to her face and wiped her mouth and chin off. "I said I was hungry but not for a liquid diet. His stuff might be filling, but I have my doubts about its nutritional value. I'll eat later," she added with a laugh. Almost as an after thought, she glanced down and saw the abundant amount of pre-cum and saliva that coated the still hard cock. Using the towel between his legs, she quickly wiped everything up, cleaning Ross as if nothing had ever happened. He was still breathing hard but his cock was quickly going down into a pathetic soft shape. 

"You're still a slut, but now I think that you're a cruel slut," the driver said laughing hard. 

"Now that is what I call, helping to keep the customer satisfied. Look at it this way. I just got him more prepared for her and she didn't have to pay any extra," she answered, laughing. "Come on, we're already late. Let's go," the backseat officer ordered. She sat up in the seat, straightening out her uniform. She then wiped Ross down again, removing all evidence of her oral fun. As a last resort, she opened up a small purse and removed some hand cream. Having orally removed the oil and scenting from Ross' genitals, she quickly rubbed a small dab of her scented hand cream into her hand and applied it to Ross' organs. "There. Now he's oiled and scented again. No one will ever know the difference, will they?" the officer said, fixing a quick stare at Ross. He shook his head telling her that he wouldn't tell. Ross was more than aware of what security officers could do to him or get away with. He didn't want any of them mad at him, for any reason. 

"Good boy. Maybe if you're lucky, I'll take care of that little problem for you, someday," she said softly, leaning in closer to his face. "But prepped as you are, I have a feeling that someone else is going to get to take care of your little problem." 

"Ok, we're here," the driver said as she pulled into the huge grounds and estate of Mistress Francesca. The back seat officer was fully composed now and had the same stern look on her face as when Ross first saw her. It was back to business now. Glancing over at Ross, she could see that his cock was fully soft and almost covered by the loincloth. She reached over and tugged the flimsy cloth down, covering him. Everything looked normal. As they pulled up to a back door of the huge home, two of Mistress Francesca's security personnel walked out to meet them. Both officers got out of the car to meet the other two officers.




The New Slave Ch. 48



"Hey guys. Long time no see. Where've you been?" one of Mistress Francesca's officers said to the officer getting from the back seat. 

"Hi Tawny, it's been awhile. I've been around, just haven't made any deliveries here in awhile. Is the Mistress having a party tonight or just some private fun?" she asked. 

"Yea, the usual party. A lot of guests and several studs for the entertainment," she said laughing. "We've already received three other males. They're already inside. They're the usual, young, tanned, built and 'huge'," she said, emphasizing the word 'huge'. "One of them is from your place. You should see this guy. He's got a cock head as big as a baseball. A real freak," she said laughing. 

"Yea, I've seen him. I'm surprised that the thing even functions. Even he can't get his hand around the head. Too big for penetration, too big for anyone's mouth, I don't see much use for him, but the doctor purchased him for some reason. I've heard that he's fun to watch," she said. All of them laughed at the thought.

"That's probably why he's here, to perform and be watched. So, what did you bring us, another young stud?" Mistress Francesca's officer asked as she walked up and opened the back door where Ross was seated. She immediately leaned down and looked to see who was in the back seat. 

"This is Ross. He has some interesting assets," the driver said.

"Wow. He's older than the usual. I didn't think that old men could be entertainment slaves," the officer said laughing. She reached into the car and undid the chain that held Ross' handcuffs to the back seat. The backseat officer released the chain that held Ross' ankle restraint. Mistress Francesca's officer pulled Ross from the back seat and stood him up, next to the car. 

"Don't knock it. He wouldn't be here if he didn't have something that was in demand. You know how your boss is, and also how our boss is. I've heard a few stories about Ross and he has some 'abilities' that you might like. From what I've heard, he definitely has quantity rather than quality," the driver said, laughing at the sexual innuendo. 

"Ummm, I'm always more than interested in quantity. Quality is so overrated. Well, we'll see," the officer said as she pulled Ross along with her, heading for one of the back doors to the Mistress' mansion. "You'll pick him up later?" she asked. The doctor's two officers nodded and immediately got in their car and left. 

As they escorted Ross along through a rear plush garden area, he couldn't help but notice the two security officers of Mistress Francesca. The mistress liked to surround herself with very sexual creatures. Ross had already been to Mistress Francesca's once before when he met Morgan and the unique Darcy. There, he witnessed the 'guests' of the Mistress and their love for sexual shows. Since most of the males were either given away or auctioned off at the end of the performance, he suspected that this night would be no different. The Mistress had enjoyed his talents on that last occasion. 

Both of Mistress Francesca's security officers looked to be very young. As a veteran cop, Ross estimated that both of the young officers were less than 20 years of age. He knew that this wasn't possible, since almost all states required police officers to be over 21, in order to carry a weapon. Both of these officers were wearing side arms, which would indicate that they were both over 21. But their more than youthful bodies and their make-up, suggested that they were more like 18. Both had thick dark eye make-up and had an appearance of being hookers rather than police officers. But their guns were real and it was obvious that they were certified cops, in the eyes of the state. 

As they walked, both of them chatted aimlessly about one of the male slaves that had been brought to the party. Listening to them, it was obvious that they both were more than interested in watching him perform. One officer even hinted that she was going to fuck him, before the night was over, whether it was before the performance or after his showing. Either way, she was going to 'have a turn' with him, one way or another. Security at Mistress Francesca's was nothing like the security at Dr Sherry's facility. Both of these young officers were blunt, if not downright crude in what they were wanting. 

"Ok, here we go," said the one officer that Ross had heard called Tawny. The other officer, Lacey held his handcuffs and gently pushed him through a doorway into a large room. The room appeared to be set up to temporarily hold slaves. There were large metal looped bolts that were set in concrete on the floor, capable of keeping a slave from wandering too far. There were also a couple dozen bolts set into the walls, for other forms of restraint. Depending on how the slave was restrained, he could be completely immobilized to the floor or simply secured to a wall or the floor. It would all depend on what security wanted or the slave's attitude. Some slaves might not be cooperative. 

Ross also noticed two exam tables set against a wall in the room. They looked more like surgical tables, rather than exam tables. Each table was built with locking restraints for ankle, wrist, chest, head, hips, and thighs. He also noticed small restraints in the middle of the table, which would completely restrain the slave's genitals in an immobilized position. Ross had seen similar tables at Dr Sherry's facility, probably for injuries or even possibly 'repair/modification' work on a male. He had heard rumors that the doctor would sometimes 'customize' a male slave, for specific purposes. What he was seeing here was more primitive or even diabolical. What bothered him the most was the small folding attachments in the middle, which he figured could only be used on the female form, to hold and lock her in a vaginally stretched open position. Ross couldn't even begin to imagine what purpose the table could be use for, on a female.

Looking around the room, Ross could see that the room was clean and neat, and comfortable with plush lounging chairs and two large couches. There was a mix of comfort and leisure, but also the suspicious aspect of a sexual surgical atmosphere. There were stacks of clean white towels and a large variety of body oils and lotions, scented oils and lubricating jellies. On the wall near the two surgical tables, were cabinets that were locked, but each one was marked with first aid signs. There were too many cabinets to only contain ointments and band-aids. Ross could only imagine what sexual or medical implements were housed in the cabinets. Ross had spent one night with Mistress Francesca and she didn't seem to be 'that' far into kink. He suspected that it might be the Mistress' medical personnel. The Mistress' personal doctor had treated him that one night and even she didn't seem to be imbalanced. The room had definitely been set up for some purpose. It wasn't for decoration.

"Ok, lets get you changed," Lacey said as she locked one of Ross' ankle restraints to a bolt on the floor. Even in uniform, and the garish make-up, Lacey was very cute in a tomboy sort of way. She had short dark brown hair that came down to her shoulders. She almost looked too young to be in uniform. She had a slight figure, small hipped and with very little curves to her body. She was very small breasted. Added to the fact that she was probably only about 5'1 or 5'2, Ross suspected that she was either very well trained or not experienced enough enforcement to know how to even spell the word 'fight'. She looked more like a teenager, rather than a very young security officer. Ross had seen young security officers, but Lacey appeared younger than even those. 

On the other hand, Tawny looked young but her body didn't look young like Lacey's. Tawny's body had a look that was definitely older and more sexually experience than her age suggested. She too had the dark dark eye make-up, heavy facial make-up and appeared more like a hooker than a security officer. Ross estimated that it was the way Tawny carried herself, rather than her obvious youth that made her seem more experienced. She exuded aggressiveness. She too had dark brown hair but much longer than Lacey's, thick and flowing down her back. Her breasts were large and rounded, what most would call very well endowed. Her body tapered down from the rounded fullness to a small tight stomach, and then down to her wide flared hips. Her uniform was about as tight as it could get, showing every curve and nuance to her shapely body. As some would say, she had a body that was built for sex. 

"Here, put this on," Lacey ordered Ross. She had removed a box from a cabinet and opened it, displaying a chain mail covering for Ross to wear. It was the usual 'gladiator type' slave costume, usually worn by either male or female sex slaves for role-playing or a scenario. It had a sort of armored look, but was see through and held on the slave's body by a single chain that went around the slave, just over his hips. It looked more like a metal bikini bottom than actual clothing. What made it different were the metal clasps at each hip, fashioned for a quick release when needed to remove it. Ross was familiar with the significance of such slave attire. 

"I think that the Mistress must know this slave. This pouch is bigger than normal," Tawny said as she reached out and took the shiny metal garment. She held it up and placed her fingers into the cock and ball pouch, forcing it open to see just how large it was. "It's a special order and even has his name on the box," she said glancing at Lacey. 

"A custom made chain mail outfit for a slave?" Lacey asked, looking up at the skimpy costume apparel. Even holding it up as she did, there was not much to the entire costume. Besides see through chain mail, there was not much to the entire covering. 

"It doesn't matter, it won't be on him that long, anyway," Tawny said with a laugh. "How long do any of these weird costumes stay on? It's all for show and looks," she added. Tawny stood there studying the small metal covering. She glanced at Ross and then back at the metal costume. She then glanced at the loincloth on Ross and back at the chain mail covering. She seemed to suddenly have figured it out, that the larger pouch and the fact that it was a custom made order, might mean something.

"Put this on," Lacey again ordered Ross. Ross was still standing, secured to a floor bolt that kept his left ankle chained to the floor. 

"Get his loincloth off. I have just got to see this," Tawny ordered firmly. She was now smiling and looking right at Ross. Even the tone of her voice surprised Lacey who glanced up at her and then at Ross. It was as if she had missed something. Lacey immediately started tugging at the knotted hip ties that held Ross' loincloth on. Tawny leaned back comfortably against an exam table, smiling and watching as Lacey struggled with the knots. Becoming impatient, she walked over closer to Ross, standing in front of him. She casually reached down and pulled up his loincloth. 

"I thought so," Tawny said smiling and glancing down between Ross' legs. It had taken her awhile, but she finally concluded that a bigger pouch on a custom made outfit, might suggest that he was bigger, or had something 'down there'. Larger endowed males were common at the Mistress' parties. Tawny thought for a minute and remembered that she had never seen the Mistress order a custom-made chain mail bottom for a slave. But then again, they didn't stay on that long anyway. 

"Someone put this loincloth on so that it wouldn't come off," Lacey said as she continued to struggle with the tight knots on Ross' hips. Lacey had not even noticed what was right in front of her. She was preoccupied with the knots. 

"Don't worry about it. It'll come off," Tawny said as she casually walked up to Ross, her eyes glued to his. Ross already knew that Tawny would be the threat. He wasn't worried about Lacey. Tawny was going to be a problem and that was obvious. Ross was more than familiar with this particular female attitude. "Go ahead and chain up his other leg, spread wide," she ordered. Ross had seen her type before. 

There were so many bolts on the floor that a slave could be chained in almost any conceivable position perceivable, spread in a variety of ways. Lacey was already on her knees, trying to loosen the knot on Ross' hip. She scrambled to Ross' free leg and grabbed the ankle restraint, quickly locking it to a bolt that was several feet from his left foot. One of the exam tables happened to be just behind Ross. As Tawny approached Ross, she pulled a folding knife from her gun belt, opening the blade. With one easy stroke, she cut Ross' loincloth at the hip, causing it to fall away from his side. He was still covered, with the loincloth dangling from the other hip tie. Lacey looked up, surprised at Tawny's sudden action.

"Damn, that was sort of drastic, wasn't it?" Lacey asked innocently. "I could have gotten it off," she said, watching as Tawny moved in closer to Ross. Tawny glanced down, seeing only a small portion of Ross' exposed pubic hair. The loincloth covered a very small part of him. She looked up at him and smiled as she slipped the knife blade under the still knotted side of his loincloth. With one quick snap, she sliced through the material, causing it to drop down between his widely stretched legs. The destroyed loincloth dropped to the floor, totally exposing him. 

"I'll get it," Lacey said as she scrambled on her knees to grab the loincloth on the floor. She hadn't even noticed the exposed cock and balls that were only inches from her face as she rose up. Coming to a stop, Lacey's face was just inches from Ross, her eyes glued to the soft but huge sex organs that were now fully displayed, thanks to the tight silver jewelry that surrounded his cock and balls. Lacey took in a deep breath, just staring at the meaty appendages. 

"My my, what have we here? Looks to me like he was trying to hide a weapon under that loincloth," Tawny said softly as she stared at Ross' genitals. Lacey was still on her knees, only inches from the freshly oiled and scented organs. Her mouth hung open as she sat staring at it. 

"Better close your mouth or he'll stick something in it," Tawny said with a laugh. 

"Oh my gosh, they're huge," Lacey said as she looked past the cock that hung right in her face. The balls were obvious, having been stuffed through the metal ring to prominently display them. They were still swollen and huge. It would be awhile before they lost some of their size and could slip back through the ring. It would take someone's help or time, to get the ring off. 

"I suspected that he had something hidden down there, especially with having a special custom made chain mail costume. A pouch that size would be a waste, unless you had something to stuff into it. He definitely has the stuffing for the new pouch," she said seriously. She continued to stand there; her eyes on the meaty mass hanging between Ross' stretched thighs. Lacey hadn't moved, her mouth still open and only a head tilt away from taking the soft cock into her mouth. She was getting more than a close up view of male sexuality. 

"Oh, we're gonna have some fun with this one," Tawny said as she began to unbutton her uniform shirt. Lacey was still staring at the massive organ.



The New Slave Ch. 49



Chapter 49, Security Has a Problem

Tawny just stood standing there, her eyes fixed on the bejeweled cock and balls. The idea of this type of jewelry was to desensitize a male by keeping him bundled up tightly. It was also to keep his sex organs attractive and add a touch of jewelry to the normally nude male slave. Lastly, it was to prominently display the male 'jewels', and Ross' were definitely on display for the two officers. 

"This is an attractive one and with a very nice size. But I've never seen balls like these," Tawny said as she stepped up closer to Ross and gently reach out, cradling the ringed balls in the palm of her hand. "I've seen big cocks and I've seen long cocks, but I've never seen balls that are as big as these or so obviously full," she said, her hand frozen as she examined the ring that held the stuffed balls. What she was saying was true. Tawny had been security for Mistress Francesca for the past couple of years. During that time she had seen almost every size and variety of cock that there was to see, from normal sized, to huge, to freakishly huge. She had also used quite a few of them to play with, working them till she was sated from their use. Tawny had been very good at judging how far she could use a cock before it might affect the Mistress' party. As long as the male could still perform, the Mistress didn't mind Tawny's personal playtime. 

"This guy is painfully overloaded. They're really bloated. I've never seen anything that big or full," Lacey said as she finally closed her mouth and sat back on her haunches, staring at the male meat that was still only inches from her face. "He smells good," she added with a laugh. The vast majority of women confused Ross' ball size with being full or overloaded with sperm. Most didn't understand that they were just large sized and normal for him. 

"He does smell good. Smells like vanilla sugar or sweet almond or something. I'm wondering what he tastes like," Tawny said as she finished unbuttoning her uniform shirt. She quickly pulled it from her waistband and took the uniform top off. Tawny was aware that the Mistress knew of her propensity for using the male slaves before they were suppose to be shown. It had never been a problem. Tawny was discrete and never mentioned her playtime to the Mistress. Tawny had a fascination with the taste of a male and had also discovered that if she 'swallowed' all the evidence, then there was nothing to clean up and no telltale signs of her usage. She was more than interested in taste and amounts. It had become somewhat of an obsession to her. By mental health standards, they would say that her interests bordered on fixation. In Tawny's inner circle of friends, they referred to her as a sperm vampire.

"You're not thinking about it, are you?" Lacey said, glancing up at Tawny. The fact that Tawny was already getting undressed, told Lacey that Tawny was going to 'taste this male'. Lacey had laughingly referred to Tawny's addiction, as her 'collection', meaning the flavors and samples of many different male slaves. "This guy could drown you," she added, laughing at her joke about his ball size.

"I have yet to find a male that didn't taste good," Tawny said with a glint in her eye. She was now unbuckling her gun belt, removing it and putting it on a table that was out of Ross' reach. Before Lacey could even get up from the floor, Tawny was down to a bra and a thong. Standing before Ross, it was obvious that she had an affect on Ross. His cock had become swollen and longer, beginning to drop down as it lengthened. Lacey just enjoyed watching the genital action as Ross became more aroused by Tawny. Lacey had enjoyed a few of the male slaves in the past, but it was not very often. Her excitement came from watching what was going on, with other security officers and the slaves, or just watching the show that the Mistress was providing for the party guests. Normally, Lacey would reserve her fun for a rare occasion with an exhausted male slave, or when she got home and was alone. 

"Do you want to feed me," Tawny said seductively, her eyes glued to Ross' eyes. She reached out and gently began to slowly rub just the foreskin covered head of the lengthening cock. She glanced down at it to judge his sexual progress. Its progress was more than obvious as it thickened in obvious twitches. He was almost full size. "I'm gonna feed from it and you're good beg me to finish you," she said as her hand alternated to his balls, squeezing them firmly. 

"I don't think that the Mistress would like that very much. Besides, I think that she has plans for me and you're not part of it," Ross said with a grin. His attitude alone just about sent Tawny over the edge. She was use to doing what she wanted, and with whomever she wanted. She was that bad variety of cop that was use to getting whatever she wanted. Ross was a slave. How dare him even think about not doing what she told him to do? That was ok. She didn't mind. She would punish him as she extracted another sample for her collection, a biological and internally collected specimen. She didn't have to see her collection on a wall display or in a pretty case. She remembered each and every extraction with great graphic detail. 

"You definitely have an attitude, don't you?" Tawny said softly as she stepped up closer to Ross. She smiled as she reached up and undid the clasp that held her overstuffed bra together. As endowed as she was, her breasts spilled out as soon as she undid the clasp. Her huge and erect nipples stuck out, telling Ross that she was more aroused than she wanted him to think she was. Her bra had barely hit the floor as she reached down and slid her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. She quickly slipped them down and let them fall to the floor. She stepped closer to Ross, letting him smell her perfume. With the exception of his visible arousal, Ross appeared unmoved as he watched her. 

"You'll be begging me to drain you before we're through," she said smiling up at him. Her hand slowly moved up from his balls to his cock, softly gripping it. She then realized that he had gone soft. For just a moment, her eyes flashed dark, letting Ross see her anger. She wasn't use to being sexually ignored like this. No man had ever been soft when she played with him. She wanted a warm thick sample from him and he wasn't going along with her play. With Tawny's body and sex appeal, every male in the past, had been hard before she even touched him. 

"I think that the Mistress has other plans for me tonight, which don't include you. I figure that before the night is out, I'll be milked several times while you're home watching reruns on the TV," he said with a grin. Her fingers tightened around the soft cock, squeezing it. He grimaced slightly as her grip tightened around the mushy skin. "I do really appreciate the offer, but I'm saving myself," he said grinning as he jumped from the hard squeeze of her punishing hand. Tawny was furious. Obviously, Ross didn't understand that this wasn't an offer. It was an order. 

"I'm sure she does but that doesn't mean that I can't give you a quick milking, right now. You get what you need and I get what I want," she said as her grip loosened and she began to softly rub the soft appendage. This had worked in the past, with a vast number of male slaves, but wasn't working this time. Her anger only worsened. 

"I don't think that you're his type," Lacey said with a laugh. It's obvious that he isn't aroused by you," Lacey said as she glanced down at the limp cock that Tawny was working on. This only angered Tawny more. Lacey had worked with Tawny quite a bit and had grown tired of her 'better than thou' sexual attitude. Tawny thought that she was about the hottest thing ever to be born and her attitude showed it. Tawny's grip immediately moved to the over stuffed balls that had no escape. They were on display, but worse, they were trapped as her hand gripped as much of them as she could, using both hands. She began squeezing them, waiting and watching Ross for a reaction. As her hands tightened around the trapped orbs, she smiled and waited for Ross to react. He didn't. That only made her madder. She squeezed hard till he finally jerked. 

"So, you do have some feeling down there," she said as she continued squeezing. "Wouldn't you prefer me to suck it out of you, rather than squeeze it out of you? Believe me, the oral is a lot more fun than the mashing," she said as her fingers continued to mash the ripened balls. 

"Tawny, you're gonna hurt him. If you do, the Mistress is going to kill us for sure," Lacey said as she watched Tawny's hand turn red from the exertion she was applying. Lacey had seen Tawny get pretty rough with males, normally just Tawny's way of having fun with the captured male slave. This time, she was going a little too far for Lacey's liking. She could see that Tawny's fingers were deeply embedded into the already swollen sack. 

"It's his choice. He cums, one way or another," Tawny said as she relaxed her grip a little. Her hand immediately moved up to the surprisingly hardening cock. She glanced down and saw that he had thickened and was beginning to drop again. Quick to understand male sexual response, Tawny immediately moved her hand back to the captive balls and again began to squeeze them again. Ross winced as she tightened her grip. She stood there, smiling up at him and watching as he began to pull back away from her. The sexual response was evident to her, his cock was hardening. She didn't have to look down to feel the pre cum that was beginning to flow out onto her hands. 

"Tawny, stop it. You're going to hurt him or at the very least damage his looks," Lacey said as she stepped in closer to watch what was happening. She could see Ross' balls turning red from Tawny's tight grip. As her hand tired and the fact that she couldn't get her hand all the way around the sack, she decided to pick on one ball and abuse it. She quickly let go of the captured sack and felt for one ball. Since they were stuffed through the silver ring, she had to really push hard into the tight sack to get her fingers around just one ball. She pushed her fingers down hard, into the skin and felt the inner and outer side of the targeted ball. Having her fingers placed, she simply squeezed hard. Ross immediately jumped, pulling back away from her.  

"Oh, they like that," Tawny said dreamily as she let go of the tortured ball and glanced down. It was obvious that Ross' cock was swelling and getting harder. "Now I know what I'm gonna do. I'll just squeeze it out them one at a time and let my mouth take care of sucking up the good stuff. That way we both get what we want. You get milked and I get a tasty warm sample from you," Tawny said with a laugh. She glanced down and saw the Ross' cock was fully erect. Some males reacted very well to aggressive ball stimulation but not all of them. Tawny was more than capable of going either way. 

"Now that's more like it," Tawny said as she stepped back and took a look at the rock hard cock that was more than slick with pre cum. She quickly knelt down and moved in closer to Ross. She grasped his cock in one hand and held it up against his stomach out of the way. Her other hand firmly grasped the trapped sack and began to feel for the soft spot between each ball. There, she would slip her fingers in and get a good grip on one ball at a time. 

By this time, Lacey had relaxed some, seeing that Ross was hard again. She had worried that Tawny might take things too far. Lacey also was not use to seeing males reject Tawny. She had never seen a male that didn't get instantly hard when Tawny took her clothes off. Today had been a first. But since Ross was hard, then Tawny could take her newest sample and then they'd be through. Since it was a party, Ross was one of the slaves that were there to entertain the female guests. They wouldn't be too entertained if he couldn't get hard. 

"It's obvious that the prep girls did a good number on you. I'm assuming that you were enhanced. I don't think that I've seen a cock head and foreskin this red, in my entire life. It's not from me. You were really red when I first took your loincloth off. I really hope that doesn't affect the flavor," she said with a big grin as she cut her eyes upward at him. She immediately leaned forward and placed her puckered lips softly around the tip of Ross' cock head. She gently sucked in, savoring the almost neutral taste of his pre cum. She sucked deeply for a few moments and then leaned back, watching him. She wanted a few moments to savor the taste, before she extracted a fresh batch from him. 

"He looks primed and ready. Why don't you just finish him off and we can get him out of here," Lacey said nervously. This entire episode with Tawny wasn't going like the normal. Usually, Tawny was finished by this time and licking her lips, enjoying the thought of one more male and his load for her collection. Lacey was nervous. They didn't call this a waiting room for nothing. The purpose was to wait, for something. That something indicated that the slave was going to be doing something. If they were still in here, playing with a slave, and it was his time to be performing, someone would come looking. Lacey was nervous. 

"I enjoy a warm batch. The longer that I play with him, the more his balls are preparing a fresh feeding for me. Besides, how often do you get to see males that respond to ball stimulation? You don't see that very often and I'm enjoying it. She immediately pushed her fingertips down forcibly into the trapped sack, causing Ross to jerk. "Don't jerk like that. Makes me think you aren't enjoying it," Tawny said in an innocent voice. She pushed into the sack harder and Ross again jumped back, trying to avoid her punishing fingertips. She noticed his reaction but also saw how hard his cock was. She pushed deeper into his sack. Even with the rough manipulation of his balls, his arousal and impending orgasm were obvious. The heavy veins along the length of his cock were bulging out. 

"Unnnggghhh," Ross cried out as he jerked back away, hard enough that her fingers actually popped out of his sack. "You're going too deep, you're hurting me," he moaned as his balls slowly flooded blood and fluid back into the mashed orbs. 

"No slave has ever jerked away from me," Tawny hissed, her anger obvious as her face turned red. She knelt there, clutching the ringed sex organs, her other hand slowly massaging the hard cock. She slowly stood up, her hand continuing to work the slick hardness. Facing Ross, she let him view her gorgeous body, seeing that her nipples were hard enough that they appeared painful. Each nipple was blood red and hardened. Tawny's arousal was more than obvious. What wasn't obvious was how close to orgasm she was, just from the torturous action she was inflicting on a male slave. She knew her body and this was sending her over the edge. Tawny's body was so sexually responsive, that she could quickly approach orgasm, without even touching herself. Tawny had learned years ago, to wear a small tampon tucked deep into her vaginal opening. She would cut the string off, just so that it wasn't obvious to anyone else. As she became more aroused, her juices would flood her pussy but nothing would come out, till she was alone. 

"Tawny, that's enough. We're going to get in trouble. Let's get him into the waiting room. I'm sure that he is just about up for the show," Lacey said pleading. At least Lacey was still wearing her uniform, all of it. She was nervous about what was going on but watching Tawny's sex show also more than aroused her. Tawny had no problem with being watched as she played with the abundant amount of males that passed through the Mistress' home. Lacey was more than content to remain the voyeur. 

"I just want a quick sample," Tawny said almost dreamily. It was obvious that the slave rejecting her was working on her psyche. She was determined to get a load from this slave, and to punish him at the same time. The next time she met with him, he wouldn't be so quick to turn her down. Besides, what she was offering was worth more than gold, in her mind. Tawny envisioned herself as a sex goddess. It never dawned on her that the males were captive slaves and that they feared punishment more than the need for her favors. 

"I have just the thing for the occasion," Tawny said as she padded barefooted across the room to where her gun belt was laying. "This will help him a lot," she said as she pulled a stun gun from her belt.

"No way, Tawny. You can't use that on him. Everyone will know. Put it up, you're starting to scare me," Lacey said almost pleadingly. Now Lacey was more than nervous. She had never seen Tawny do this type of thing. Tawny had used the stun gun on slaves before, but normally with a good reason that involved security or safety. 

"It's just to get him started. Jump-started you might say," Tawny said with a grin. She took the stun gun and walked over to Ross. Facing him, she pushed him back hard, causing him to fall against the exam table behind him. With his legs spread and chained to the floor, he was spread wide, his organs thrust out for Tawny's further use. He was still hard and with the ring around his cock and balls, his cock appeared to be more than ready for milking. It jutted out obscenely. He caught himself, his elbows resting on the table; his hips pushed out, his upper body arched back over the table edge. 

"Believe me babe, this is going to be more intense for you than you're use to," she said as she came closer to him. As she reached him, she reached out and held one hand against his chest, forcing him to remain in the spread and thrust out position. Handcuffed as he was, it was easy to control him, his body weight back and resting on his elbows. In essence, he could not move without struggling to stand up straight. She looked down and placed the stun gun's two electrical tips against the silver metal ring. "I bet this will send his cock in to overdrive," she said as she moved the electrical tips around the ring, as if to find a good position to shock him. 

"You can't use that on him. Remember that last guy that you zapped in the balls. Hell, it wasn't even on his balls, just close to his balls and he sprayed out like a loose fire hose," Lacey said worriedly, hoping to calm Tawny down. Lacey knew that the situation was bad, but there would be no stopping Tawny. 

"Oh yea. I remember that one real well. That was awesome. I remember how messy he was. That creamy goo got on everything. That was a good one," Tawny said as she smiled and remembered what she considered a great moment in orgasm history. She had wanted to do that again, with a male. The only problem was that the male was rendered temporarily inactive, no sex and barely talking. She had later estimated that she had completely emptied both of the slave's balls, in one continuous gush. The electrical current had an unbelievable effect on his balls. 

"And if you zap him now, you're going to get the shock too," Lacey reminded Tawny. Since Tawny was holding Ross back against the table's edge, her hand was in contact with him and she would more than guaranteed, get the shock also. Tawny immediately understood and stepped back, pulling her hand from Ross' chest. Tawny looked around the room and went over to a cabinet. She grabbed a large plastic drinking cup and came back to Ross. Surprisingly, during this time he had remained hard. Tawny saw this and immediately began to rub the hard organ. Within seconds, Ross was fully panting and breathing hard. Even knowing what Tawny was going to do to him, his sexual arousal couldn't be lessened. He didn't want her to, but his cock wanted the sexual sensations that the electric shock was going to give him.

"Tawny, just jack him off and get it over with. You can't use the stun gun on him," Lacey said, just wanting Tawny to get finished. 




The New Slave Ch. 49



"That's too easy. Look at the size of those balls. Just imagine what he's got stored up in there," she said as her fingertips went again, back into the semi pliable sack. Ross winced as two of her fingers quickly pushed into the sack and found a ball to play with. She felt it for a second, finding the inner and outer walls of the trapped ball with her fingertips. She immediately mashed her fingers together and watched with enthusiasm as Ross jerked and winced from the pain. Tawny had played with enough males to know that their balls were somewhat resilient. You could almost flatten one and within a few minutes, it would fill back up to normal shape. She had played and practiced her talents with males for quite awhile. She also knew that aggressive ball stimulation would produce more sperm when he orgasmed. 

"This won't take long, with the stun gun," Tawny said dreamily as she watched Ross wincing from the extra pressure she was exerting on the one ball. Tawny held the stun gun up near Ross' genitals and appeared to be studying them. She couldn't decide whether she wanted to shock his cock or his balls. 

"If you're touching him when you zap him, you're going to get shocked. Just forget it. Finish him by hand or suck him, either way, get it done. Hell, look at him. He's about to blow his nuts right now. They're going to want him in the arena at any minute," Lacey said with aggravation. She had relaxed somewhat, now sitting on the exam table next to Ross' table. She was nervous but she also was more than enjoying the sex show that Tawny was putting on. Tawny was always fun to watch. Lacey often wondered why the Mistress didn't use Tawny in the show for the guests. Tawny would have been a natural.

"I know that. I'm not an idiot," Tawny hissed, looking up at Lacey. "You might think I'm out of it, but I know what I'm doing. You're distracting me. I want to enjoy this so shut up and watch. If you don't like it, then get out," Tawny said, turning her attention back to her male toy. Her fingertips dug back into the sack and pressed down hard. In the past few times, she had carefully and slowly placed her fingers into the male's sack and then manipulated the nerve-riddled orbs. This time, her patience was waning. She jammed two fingers into Ross' sack and felt for a quick moment. Feeling what she wanted, she immediately squeezed and sat back, watching his reaction. Even though silent, Ross' body jerk and the hard breathing told Tawny that she was inflicting some very good punishment. 

"Babe, you're gonna spurt like a bull. Come on now, you know you're going to give me a good sample. Tawny's hungry and you're serving dinner," she said laughing out loud and glancing at Lacey. Lacey just watched. If she left the room, that would be noticed and someone might come to see what was going on. Tawny and her were not the only officers that were working at this party. 

"Just do it. Get it over with," Lacey said, finally realizing that she wasn't going to stop her partner. The quicker it was finished, the quicker they could get back to work and no one would know the better.

"Oh he's about there. I think that he wants to give it up, don't you babe?" Tawny said dreamily as she looked up at Ross. He was now breathing harder from the stimulation to his ball. Tawny put the stun gun down on the floor and immediately started jerking the hard red cock. It was obvious that it was straining to spray, the veins popping out all along the shaft and near the huge head. Tawny kept her fingers pushed deep into the bright red sack, pressing and squeezing the one ball that was almost flattened by now. "Come on baby, I know you're about there," she said softly, looking up and enjoying Ross' obvious torment.

"I think he is there. Finish it," Lacey said firmly. She was enjoying the show but she wanted it over. There were more males and she figured that Tawny would try and enjoy each of them, before the day was over. 

"He's almost there. With a little help, I figure that he'll blow enough that there will be more than enough for both of us. I'll share with you," Tawny said laughing out loud and looking up at her worried partner. It was obvious that Lacey wasn't interested in consuming sperm. She glanced at Tawny with disgusted look. 

"I think he's more than almost there. You should feel this ball, it's about ready to pop," Tawny said excitedly as she continued to squeeze the almost flattened ball. Feeling it's shape, she could tell that she had really mashed it. By this time, there was an obvious amount of sperm mixed in with Ross' pre cum. It was flowing at a steady rate, running down the slick and frothy cock shaft and onto Tawny's hand. Her painful manipulation of the ball had caused it to involuntarily release small amounts of sperm into the pre cum. The pre cum was abundant and heavily mixed with the obvious milky white sperm. 

"Just do it, quick," Lacey said hopping off of the exam table. She was so nervous that they were going to get caught, that she couldn't sit still. She walked around Tawny and stood watching, waiting for the obvious finale. She also wanted a closer look for when the sperm would actually start spurting. She liked that part of the show. 

"Oh, he's ready. I told you that you were going to feed me," Tawny said as she jerked her fingers from Ross' tortured sack. She immediately stopped jerking his cock and let go. Quickly reaching down, she grabbed the plastic drinking cup with one hand and the stun gun with her other hand. She quickly placed the stun gun up under Ross' sack, between his sack and anus. She knew male anatomy well enough to know that she was going to deliver the powerful shock to his prostate, forcing him to literally erupt. She quickly placed the cup up near his cock head, making sure to keep from touching him. The cup would collect the violent spurting as he erupted from the shock. Then she would take her time and enjoy the sample that Ross so nicely supplied her with. 

"Damn, he's slippery," Tawny said in frustration as she struggled to get the stun gun placed right against his prostate. Since he was leaking and oozing so much pre cum and sperm, her hand jerking had gotten the slick male fluid all over his genitals. He was slick with his own juice. To be effective, both metal tips of the stun gun would have to be against his skin, in order to deliver the shock. Tawny struggled for a moment, holding the cup up close to the jerking cock head. 

"What are you doing? Stop!" came a loud command from behind the two officers. When the two officers hadn't shown up with Ross, the Mistress had gone looking to see what the delay was. Lacey spun around, horrified that they had actually been caught. Even with the Mistress not minding their occasional play with the males, this might have gone too far. It was obvious that Mistress Francesca was furious. Her face was blood red and the anger was obvious in her expression.

"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded to know. Tawny had jerked around to see Mistress Francesca standing within feet from her. If Lacey was horrified, Tawny was in even worse fear. She was nude, on the floor, and holding a stun gun up to a male slave's genitals. There couldn't be much explanation for what was going on. She had been caught and in a big way. With the amount of pre cum and sperm that was so obvious and coating Ross' genitals, it was obvious that they had been playing for quite some time. 

"We were getting him warmed up, for the show," Tawny babbled, hoping that the Mistress wouldn't notice that she was nude. It was a ridiculous after thought. Tawny immediately pulled the stun gun away from Ross and stood up. Almost immediately, Tawny could feel a surge of warm liquid flow out of her overly aroused vagina. In a second, there was a flood of her own juices, running down her inner thighs. Tawny glanced down, humiliated as the fluid quickly run down her legs. It was too obvious to not notice. 

"What is that?" the Mistress demanded, her gaze looking down at the floor beneath Tawny. The Mistress knew what a stun gun was, and easily figured out what Tawny was doing. She wasn't sure about the gooey and slick tampon that was lying on the floor between Tawny's now tightly clamped legs. Even without a string on it, the Mistress knew what a tampon was. Tawny was in such a state of arousal, and the fact that she had been collecting her own fluids, deep inside of her pussy, the tampon held back the flood. When the Mistress entered and surprised them, Tawny's body had immediately responded. Her arousal dropped to zero within a fraction of a second. Even the momentary tensing of her body from fear, she relaxed almost immediately, her vaginal muscles going limp. The tampon simply was expelled out of fear. The pent up juices only flowed out. It would be very similar to a dog peeing on itself, out of fear. Tawny couldn't be more humiliated.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tawny continued to say softly, her eyes looking down at the floor. Lacey couldn't help it; she started laughing out loud and then started pointing at the gooey tampon lying on the floor as she started laughing even harder. In a few moments, Lacey was laughing uncontrollably, unable to stop. Mistress Francesca just stared at her and then at Tawny, and then back at Lacey again. 

There was no explanation needed, the Mistress knew exactly what was going on. The fact that Cindy was laughing so much and was fully dressed was her saving grace. About that same moment, two other security officers appeared at the door and immediately entered. They weren't sure what was going on, but obviously there was a problem. Within another moment, two guests walked up to the door and peered in, seeing the nude security officer, the obvious wetness between her thighs, the tampon, the other officer laughing hilariously, and the obvious anger in Mistress Francesca. They didn't know what was going on, but obviously it would be a great story. 

"Get dressed and get out!" Mistress Francesca demanded. She stood there, staring at Tawny, just waiting. Tawny didn't move fast enough for the Mistress. Mistress Francesca reached over and grabbed the nude officer's uniform, shoving it into her bare breasts. She then shoved her toward the other two who had just entered. "Get her out of here now," she commanded them. Both officers immediately approached the humiliated Tawny and motioned her to the door. Tawny slowly walked to the door, carrying her uniform in her arms. She didn't even bother trying to get dressed as she went down the hallway. At this point, other guests had wandered into the hall and watched as the nude security officer was led to the front of the house. Some of them laughed at the sight, others wondered what had happened. Some of them hoped that Tawny might be part of the show. With her body, they would have enjoyed watching whatever she might have to offer. 

"You..." the Mistress said, looking sternly at Lacey. Lacey was almost composed, trying to stop laughing, her face red from the uncontrollable laughter, tears running down her cheeks from all of the laughing. "Get back to work," Mistress Francesca said, giving her a slight smile. Lacey had figured that she was fired anyway, and couldn't stop laughing. The fact that she was not fired, she started laughing again, and quickly left the room. She would later tell everyone what had happened. 

"And get someone to clean that up," the Mistress said to the security officers, pointing to the wet tampon and the splatters all around the floor. 

"That was close," Ross moaned from the exam table where he was still leaning back, his cock thrust out in front of him, still erect but a little softer. With his hands cuffed behind him and leaning back on his elbows, he was still unable to stand up. Mistress Francesca walked over to him, helping him to stand.

"Well, I don't see any of 'you' on the floor. Are you ok?" she said with a grin. The Mistress glanced down and around on the floor, looking for any of the telltale signs of puddles of his sperm. Seeing none, she was somewhat relieved. She had a lot of plans for Ross on this night. She had wanted him enhanced and desensitized for a reason. The stun gun would have negated all of the earlier prep work that had been done to him. 

"I'm fine. Just a little stiff," he said as he struggled to straighten up.

"You definitely are and a lot more than a little if you ask me," the Mistress said with a big grin. Her eyes were focused on Ross' still erect cock. 

"I meant my back and shoulders," he replied with a laugh. "No. You came in just in time," he said trying to relax his sore and exhausted shoulders. Having been leaning back on the table, resting on his elbows had made him sore. "Glad to see you again," he said, grinning at the Mistress.

"Ummm, always good to see you," she said glancing down at his erect cock and winking at him. "Do you think that you could have filled it?" she said, picking up the plastic drinking glass. They both started laughing.



The New Slave Ch. 50



Chapter 50, Mistress Francesca Enjoys the Slave

"That was close," Ross moaned as he began to regain the feeling in his strained shoulders and arms. His cock didn't appear to be any worse for wear. The normal color was somewhat back in it and the finger and fingernail marks were quickly fading where Tawny had been forcibly probing into the sack. 

"I really hope there isn't any damage," she said with a laugh. She was looking down at the attractively displayed cock and sack. He was immense in size. He had been huge the last time she had played with it, but now his toys were even plumper. She made a mental note to send a sizable bonus to Dr Sherry's prep girls. She could see that something had happened to one side of his balls, the shape somewhat different instead of the usual proportioned shape of a normal male. She reached down and gently felt the lop-sided fleshy sack. Now, as his body was relaxing from the prior sexual frenzy, his sack was softening and becoming the pliable fleshy container that it was normally. Softly, she pushed her fingertips into the meaty sack, closely watching his face. She felt around feeling that one ball had been abused and was slowly regaining its normal shape. It was still somewhat misshapen, compared to its normal rounded oval shape. 

"Am I hurting you?" she asked softly, looking up into his face. Her fingertips continued to gently press on the sensitive ball, slowly coaxing it back to its normal shape. 

"No, not at all. It's not hurt, it's just sort of compressed," he said laughing. He was enjoying the touch of this gorgeous older female. He wouldn't admit that the one ball was aching or that he was feeling queasy from the rough manipulations. 

"It would appear that you're as happy to see me as I am to see you," the Mistress said softly as her fingers continued to gently press and work the one ball quickly back to shape. Ross was rock hard again, his cock jutting out and straining against the metal ring that kept it so tightly bundled. Her fingers gently pressing into the trapped sack also helped to keep his cock straining. There wasn't really enough room for his cock, his balls, and her fingers, within the confines of the metal sexual adornment. 

For Ross, just the female form brought an almost instant level of arousal to him. He wasn't oversexed, but literally loved the female form, in all shapes, sizes, and aspects. Ross literally found the female creature very very sexual. It wasn't difficult to be aroused by this older woman. She was 20 years older than him. But she didn't look it. Since he had seen her last, her deep tan had darkened. With her wealth and the aspect of having almost nothing to do, it would appear that she spent a lot of time working on developing the perfect tan. Her body was unbelievable for her age. Her legs were just about the best aspect of her, if you could get past the unbelievably rounded and perfectly shaped breasts. Her stomach was still small and tight. 

"You look fabulous. I But I have a feeling that you always do. I'm always more than happy to see you," Ross said sincerely. She glanced into his eyes and smiled, and then glanced down at the rock hard cock and began to laugh. 

"You don't think that has anything to do with what my hands are doing to you, does it?" she said with a laugh. 

"No, not at all. I really do enjoy being with you. You are about one of the most sexual women that I have ever met. I mean that as a compliment," he said, watching her expression. He was being honest. He was struggling to say nice things, without referring to her unbelievable sexual looks, and her age, in the same thought. With Mistress Francesca, it wasn't difficult to arrive at extreme arousal. She was one of those types that looked beautifully sexual, whether in clothes or totally nude. Nude was always better and more fun, but even dressed, she was gorgeous. Tonight, she was wearing a floor length burgundy gown, embossed with gold thread. Even though it was loose and flowing, the gown was bunched tightly just under her breasts, which accented the size and full roundness in them. At that moment, the soft flimsy material couldn't hide the arousal in her. Her nipples were hard and erect, pushed out under the gown's top. Ross correctly estimated that her arousal stemmed from the sexual contact that her hands had initiated. It was obvious as she took her time to massage and gently coax the battered ball back into shape. 

"You're so sweet. And you're so stimulating," she said as she smiled at him. Her hands continued the now needless treatment to his sack. It had been back to its normal shape for several minutes. 

"Are you happy to see me?" he asked innocently, looking into her eyes. She was occupied with trying to adjust what Tawny had done to him. She glanced up, smiling sincerely at him. 

"If you only knew," she said laughing softly. "I've thought often of the last time I saw you. You do know that was a pretty memorable night in my life. I don't think that certain parts of my body have been the same since then. Let's just say that certain parts of me remember you better than other parts," she said with a slight laugh. 

"Did I hurt you, that night?" he asked, thinking that he might have either hurt her or stretched her. 

"No, not at all," she answered, seeing the legitimate concern in his face. Oh, I think I know what you're referring to. Believe me, my body is resilient. In all honesty, I could actually still feel you inside of me, even the next evening after you were gone. That was an incredible erotic feeling. It didn't hurt at all. I even think that you might have touched parts of me that have never been touched," she said laughing and remembering the hot tingling sensations that still affected her vaginal canal, almost 24 hours after he had been inside of her. 

"So, have you planned an evening of pleasure for us?" he asked, emphasizing the word 'us'. Ross was still somewhat worried that he had been enhanced because he was to perform for the Mistress' guests. That might mean that he was supposed to fight again, in the arena. He knew that he was performing sexually, but had no idea of what was planned. 

"No, I wish I was. But tonight is going to be different. I wanted to have you alone for a few hours, but I have other plans for tonight. Besides, as much as I would love to enjoy you for a little while, I can arrange for that, almost any time. I understand that you're becoming more in demand. Apparently, word is being spread around about your 'abilities'," she said, emphasizing the word 'abilities'. "From the short time that you've been around, I hate to think that it was my last party that spread the word," she said laughing. Her hands were still working on the tender ball. It would have returned to its normal shape in short time, but she was enjoying the aspect of playing sex doctor to his injured male patient. Besides, she didn't mind the sensations that were becoming more noticeable between her shapely and tan thighs. 

All of this time that she was working on his battered ball, she was enjoying the sexual play between them. She hadn't forgotten that he was still handcuffed. She knew Ross well enough to know that she was safe with him. She had been alone with him the last time they were together and there was no problem. She had been enjoying the aspect of a captured male being in her hands and at her disposal. Being handcuffed only accentuated the feeling. She quickly turned him around and unlocked the cuffs. He brought his hands around in front of him and began rubbing his wrists, getting the blood circulating back in them. 

"I didn't mean to leave those on for so long, but I was enjoying the idea of you being my sex slave," she said laughing. 

"Obviously, I didn't mind it too much," he said, glancing down at the hard meaty sex organ that was sticking out between them. 

"Believe me, I noticed. I noticed it as soon as I entered the room. It has a beautiful maleness about it. And its size doesn't hurt any either," she said laughing. Her hand dropped down and began to gently rub the captured cock. He responded immediately with a long soft moan. She briefly enjoyed the moment and quickly let go of his hardness. Her fingers were wet with his pre cum. 

"Please, you don't have to stop. I was more than enjoying it," he said, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the tender sexual touch.

"No, you're way too tempting right now and I have plans for you tonight," she said as she took in a deep breath and stepped back away from the obviously very aroused male. 

"Tempting? Then I strongly urge you to act on your temptation. There's no time like the present," he said as his hands gently moved to her sides, just above her shapely hips. She actually moved in closer to him, her hands moving up and resting on his bare chest. He leaned in a little closer to her, his face coming close to hers. She stood still, staring at his eyes. He moved a little closer to her, kissing her very lightly on the lips. She leaned back and smiled at him.

"Ummm, more than tempting, I might add. I had you enhanced and milked for a reason. Believe me, it wasn't for my benefit. I'd be more than happy to enjoy this toy for a little while," she said as her hand dropped down and began to gently massage the thickly coated cock head. Without looking, she could feel the obvious size difference and swelling in the large head. There was a slick wetness all around the head. Even as she spoke, he leaned in and kissed her lightly again, interrupting her. As her hand began to wander on the steely hard maleness between them, his mouth moved away from her lips and down to her neckline. He began to kiss her lightly all around her sensitive neck, just below her jaw line. His kisses continued around her neck and upward toward her jeweled earlobes. 

"Do you object? I'll stop if you want me to," he moaned softly into her ear. She didn't answer, but her hand tightened around his cock at its base and began to rub it slowly. Trapped in the silver ring, his bloated sex organs were overly sensitive. He could feel every tiny touch that her fingers put to him. Signaling his arousal, he moaned softly in her ear and then continued kissing her neck and ears. She leaned in closer to him, the gown material the only thing between her and his broad chest. He couldn't help but notice her arousal through the swollen and sensitive nipples, pressed into his bare chest. 

"Maybe a slight indulgence wouldn't hurt anything," she responded, her hand beginning to pick up speed as it rubbed the throbbing organ. He was nowhere near cumming, but the sensations were driving him nearer that edge. Having been milked twice by Toni and Candy, he knew that he would have a ways to go before he would spill again. Under the circumstances, this would be a benefit.

Ross' mouth moved from her neck and back to her mouth where he kissed her longer and more passionately. He didn't have to act or entertain with her, he very much enjoyed how the Mistress felt and how she responded to his touch. Besides the fabulous body that he knew was underneath the gown, he more than enjoyed feeling how her body responded. Sexually speaking, she was more than responsive in this realm. He continued kissing her, deeper and longer. Her response was the tightening of her hand on his cock. 

Ross continued to kiss her mouth, neck, and her upper breasts where the gown didn't cover the luscious body. He knew that she was responding but he wasn't in a hurry. With her, he would take his time and insure that she was more than pleased with his attention. As he continued to kiss her, she would softly moan and gently rub the hard and wet cock in her hand. His hands moved down her sides, past her breasts and came to rest on her hips. After several moments, his hands slid down past her shapely hips and felt along the outside of her thighs. On her left side, he found what he was looking for. He could feel her bare skin, just below her left hip. 

"I do love the gowns that you wear. Besides beautiful they're also very accommodating," Ross moaned into her ear. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensations that his mouth was delivering to her already overheated body. His hand slipped down to the gown's slit that went from the floor all the way to her hip. Lingering there for a moment, he gently slipped his fingertips into the slit and lightly moved across to her lower belly. At the same time, his mouth went back to her mouth and continued the long deep kisses. She pressed her entire body into him, one arm going around his neck to hold onto him. Her mouth responded at the same time, kissing him passionately as his fingers toyed with the sensitive area just above her pubic mound. Positioned as they were, she squeezed the base of his cock shaft and pressed her body against him, trapping his cock against her stomach and right hip. 

"I didn't know that just kissing could be sexually demanding," she said with a soft laugh. She leaned back and looked into his eyes. "Are you this good to me because you're an entertainment slave and I'm a rich paying old woman. Or do you find at least a little bit of enjoyment in your playing with me?" she asked, a serious tone to her voice. Her hand held him tightly, not moving. It was obvious to Ross that she was actually concerned about what he thought of her.

"If times were different, or if the world was a different place than it is, I can honestly say that I would love to be spending time with you. You truly are a gorgeous creature. This has nothing to do with me being an entertainment slave, or with you being rich or even you renting me. I'm flattered that you would even notice me, or pick me for your entertainment," he said sincerely, looking deep into her eyes. 

"How could I not notice you," she said laughing and stepping back from him. "That thing begs for attention. I think that I would have noticed 'that' even if you were wearing a burlap sack," she said laughing. The moment had turned serious, but now was back on a fun track. She had let down her guard for a moment and had now steered the moment back to fun and light hearted. Neither of their hands had stopped what they were doing. His hand was still toying the sensitive area above her pubic mound and her hand was still tightly gripping his erection. 

"Then we both get what we want," he said as he leaned in and kissed her again. Within moments, both were passionately locked together, their mouths moving together as their arousal levels soared. She pressed back into him, his cock pressed tightly against her gown as she continued to squeeze and feel the pulsating organ in her hand. His fingers moved softly and slowly downward till he felt the area of soft sensitive skin above her clit. 

"Mistress Francesca! I'm shocked. You're not wearing any panties," he whispered into her ear as he continued to plant kisses all around her overly sensitive neck and ears. He laughed softly as he moved his fingers down further, past her clit and down between her soft inner thighs. 

"Well, neither are you," she said laughing as she leaned back to see his face. He could feel her grip tighten on his cock, moving slowly up and down as she gently jacked him off. The increased sensations to his cock urged him to move in closer and kiss her in a more aggressive and impassioned way. His mouth covered hers as he kissed her deeply. Her breathing was already husky; her body responding to the increased sexual attention that he was lavishing on her. He loved the way her body responded. It was so natural, so real, with no games or mind play. He knew that she wanted to fuck him and he knew that he wanted the same. 

"Just relax," he whispered softly into her ear as his hand moved up between her creamy thighs. His other arm went around her back to support her and hold her up. He could already feel the wetness on her inner thighs, before his fingers even reached the tender sensitive spot that he was moving toward. As his hand moved, she slumped slightly and took in a deep breath. He had not even touched her there, but she was already anticipating that touch. Slowly he moved his fingertips upward, further and further till he felt the slick wet edges of her vaginal lips. She took in a quick breath as she felt the electric sensation shoot upward into her stomach. Her entire body slumped as he touched her, her head dropping to his chest. She pressed as far as she could into him, pressed tightly to the male that was about to force her body to respond so pleasurably. 

"Ummm," she moaned as she felt his fingertips move up between the engorged wet lips. She suddenly felt her pussy quiver. She was so close to cumming and this was only the beginning of any direct stimulation to the sensitive area between her legs. He held onto her tightly, his fingers just toying with her wetness. His mouth was still moving around her neck and ears, kissing her lightly. He could feel her hand tighten up on his cock She was responding and she wanted him to also. His hardness told her that he was responding. Her hand was coated in his sticky wetness, an abundant flow leaking from the sensitive tip. 

"Hold on just a second. I think that this might help," he whispered softly into her ear. He reached back behind her and felt her back. He had only seen her from the front and didn't know how her gown was actually created. Feeling behind her, he could feel her bare back, all the way down to just above the rise of her butt. Moving his hands upward he felt all along her spine, coming up to her neck and shoulders. There he found that her gown actually tied in the back, high up on her neck. The front of the gown had a high Mandarin type of collar that tied in order to hold the front top of her gown up. The rest of the gown simply hung from her body, tied only at the neck. He reached back behind her and quickly undid the soft material's tie. The gown immediately dropped down, slack with nothing to hold it up.

"Are you undressing me?" she asked innocently, looking up into his eyes. She was also smiling mischievously. He leaned back away from her, allowing the entire top of her gown to fall down to her waist. He stood there smiling, enjoying the sight of her full rounded breasts jutting out, almost as if teasing him. He was the one that was teasing her. 

"Just the sight of your body is more than arousing to me, not to mention what you're doing to me. But I think that you'll be more 'entertained' in this way," he said as he grinned at her and then purposely leaned down and softly sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. She groaned and her head tilted back, giving him more of her upper body to play with. He took the advantage and sucked the erect flesh into his mouth harder, feeling her jerk as the pleasure washed over her. He continued sucking, his other hand motionless, just resting at her more than wet entrance. After several moments, he moved his fingertip just a little bit, letting her know that he was still poised at her sensitive entrance. He could feel her entire body shudder as his finger moved, just a bit closer to the moist entrance that was more than inviting. 

"Just relax your body and let me hold you up," he said as he eased his other arm back behind her. She leaned back into his arm and let him completely hold her up. At the same time he eased his fingertip deeper into her moist warmth. She immediately jerked as they both felt her pussy begin to shudder. It was only moments as he eased his finger deeper into her and she began to orgasm. Feeling her pussy tighten on his finger, Ross pushed in deeper and moved it in and out, gently, letting her continue with what her body had started. She moaned softly as the orgasm took over her body, rising up from her vaginal area, rolling outward through her stomach and legs. She gasped once, opening her eyes to stare at Ross before pulling herself tightly against him. She had let go of his cock and had both of her arms tightly clenched around his neck, pulling tight against him. 




The New Slave Ch. 50



"There you go, just enjoy, relax and let it move through you," he whispered into her ear, his finger still moving slowly in and out of her. She gasped again, her breathing now going into a pant. She was pushing so hard against him that her pubic bone was crammed against his upper thigh. She was gently humping his hand, trying to draw it deeper into her twitching and clenching pussy. He tried to kiss her but she buried her face into his chest, now moaning hard and gasping. He could feel her pussy lessening in the spasms as her orgasm began to subside. She slowly slumped against him, breathing hard and holding tightly onto his neck. 

"Don't move. Stay right there. It's so intense. I'm going to cum again," she moaned as she pressed her body against him, bearing down on the finger that had stopped moving. 

"No, I have a better idea. This will make it better," he said as he slowly eased his finger out of her still clenching pussy. 

"No, leave it in. It feels too good," she moaned as he gently removed his finger from her. He leaned forward and kissed her hard. His one arm continued to hold her up as his other arm quickly moved to her front. He grabbed her gown by the area just above the slit at her hip. He gently tugged it over toward the middle of her body, pulling it up and out of the way. Stepping in between her legs, he used his own legs to push her thighs outward, maneuvering his body between her legs. The arm that was behind her tugged her upward, lifting her body up so that her vaginal opening was level with his hard cock. Her feet were completely off the floor. She hung limp in his arms.

"No, wait. Don't waste it. You'll spoil everything," she said weakly, almost pleading. It was obvious to her that he was about to mount her, standing up. He had her positioned and his cock was only inches from the already quivering and wet opening that had just given up her first orgasm. She half-heartedly moved back, trying to keep him from coming closer. The arm that was behind her, gently held her arm back, positioned in such a way that her arm was pinned behind her, her body controlled by his arm. He was holding her up with his thighs spreading her thighs open. 

"Relax. I know what I'm doing. You're going to feel very good in a few moments," he moaned into her ear as he relaxed his arm and let her body weight sink down onto his rock hard cock. Her eyes flashed open wide as she felt his cock head ease between the wet engorged lips of her pussy. She struggled only briefly, moaning as she felt the swollen head nudge against her tight opening. 

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned as the head slowly spread apart her sensitive opening and eased deeper into her. She could feel herself stretching open as more and more of his cock disappeared deep into her. "Please don't cum, please don't cum, please don't cum," she begged in between gasps. She began to pant as Ross began to move rhythmically in and out of her. Letting go of her arm, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him tightly. Her legs involuntarily clasped around him, riding him as he continued to pump in and out of her. It didn't' take but a few seconds before he could feel her tighten up on his cock, her body stiffening as a much stronger orgasm began to crash through her. Feeling how tight she was and not wanting to hurt her, he eased his body motion into a soft gentle thrusting, letting her orgasm build and build till it peaked. 

"Good girl. Just relax and enjoy it, I've got you," he said whispering into her ear. She had completely slumped onto his body, held up by his arms holding her. Her arms had dropped to her sides and hung motionless. Her breathing was hard and ragged. Ross could tell that she was coming down from the intensity of the orgasm. She was motionless but Ross could easily feel the undulations deep in her pussy, indicating that she was still feeling the intense pleasure. He held his cock plunged deep inside of her, pushed comfortably against her cervix. The sensations of her vaginal clenching were still more than pleasurable to Ross. It was easy to stay in this position, just enjoying the milking sensation that his cock was feeling. 

"You're not going to cum, are you?" the Mistress moaned pleadingly. She was still hanging limply but her arms were now up and around his neck again. She was beginning to come around. Ross could feel her tightly clenched legs softly relax from around him. 

"Baby, I think that it might be a little bit late for that worry. With what we were just doing, there's more than enough sperm inside of you, to get you pregnant," he said as he continued to hold her up, his cock still deeply planted inside of her. Her pussy was still doing small spasms and quivers. He was enjoying the sensations as much as she was and didn't want to pull out of her. 

"Pregnant?" she asked, looking up at him wide eyed and laughing out loud. "Babe, I'm way past any age to get pregnant. That just isn't happening," she said laughing more and more. She was laughing so hard that her pussy involuntarily pushed his still erect cock out of her. "Ohhhhhh, I didn't mean for that to happen," she said, still laughing. She reached down and took a firm grasp of his cock base and angled it upward. Doing a slight little hop, she stood on her tiptoes and slowly eased down onto him, letting it slowly slide all the way back into her. Her eyes closed, she moaned as she slowly embedded herself, sliding down the meaty length. 

"Ummm, that's better. Now, where were we?" she said starting to laugh again. "Oops, almost did it again," she said she felt her pussy try to expel him again, because of her laughing. Ross could feel her clench down on his cock, holding it deep inside of her. 

"Well, we were talking about you getting pregnant, but I don't think that's an issue, now," he said, watching her. He was now more than curious as to why she didn't want him to cum. Since she had not wanted him to cum, he obeyed her wishes. He knew that he could hold it back, due to his earlier prep work. Toni was more than correct. He was hard but not desperate to cum. He was very comfortable just enjoying the warm wet place that his cock was nestled into. 

"Actually, you were wanting to know why I didn't want you to cum. Babe, I'm sorry, I really am. I would love to enjoy that feeling, but there are other plans for you tonight. In the very near future, I'll let you fill me up with your stuff, as much as you can pump into me. But for tonight, you're going to be doing two shows," she said, smiling and watching his reactions closely. Even with their continued conversation, he could feel her gently easing up and down on him, giving herself more pleasurable sensations. 

"Two shows?" he said, looking confused. Now he was beginning to understand why Toni and Candy had milked him twice. Normally, Ross could cum quite a few times, but it usually depended on what was done to make him cum and at what intensity. If he were to cum hard then he would expel more sperm than his usual load. A lesser orgasm would result in a smaller amount, not counting the fact that he had already been desensitized. 

"See, I was thinking of you. I remember the last time and I just estimated that you might need a little help, prior to you arriving here. That's exactly why we're able to be like we are right now," she said, glancing down at where she was still embedded on Ross' cock and giving him a tight clench to prove her point. He was still hard and still deep inside of her. She looked up at him, grinning. I planned it out just right. Obviously, you're still more than capable of performing and you're enjoying yourself too. Am I correct?" she asked, a sly grin on her face. 

"Somewhat. Basically, you were only interested in having a hard cock that you're guests could enjoy. Was that your only interest?" he asked, a dejected tone in his voice.

"No baby, no, not at all. Don't feel that way. It's not just about your cock. I really do care about you. It's more than that. It's more than just the performance. It's who is involved that makes the difference. And that means you. Does that make sense? And, I do have to say that I care for 'it' also," she asked, almost pleadingly. She could feel his cock softening inside of her. 

"It sort of makes sense. If I'm doing two shows, is it with the same girl?" he asked. 

"No, you're going to do two different girls. You're going to more than enjoy yourself," she answered quickly. She was bearing down with her vaginal muscles, trying to hold him inside of her. She could actually feel him begin to swell at the thought of two different girls. 

"Who are the girls?" Ross asked suspiciously. Suddenly he had a bad feeling about the night and him being prepped for a lot of sexual stamina. It would also explain why Mistress Francesca didn't want him to cum. His fucking a female would be the show. Since all the guests were women, the show would be his cock abusing a female, which was what these particular women wanted to see. His being milked earlier would help the fuck show to last a lot longer, allowing the female guests to get a lengthy and entertaining show. Mistress Francesca could see that he was thinking it through. She hesitated and clamped down harder on his cock, using her body to slowly move up and down on his cock. "Who are the girls?" Ross asked again.

"Darcy and Morgan," the Mistress blurted out. She didn't even try and offer an explanation or a reason. She just waited to see what Ross would do. It was instantly that she felt his cock shrink and begin to squeeze out of her. She wasn't even pushing but he was quickly dropping from her grasping pussy. He dropped completely out of her with a squishy wet sound. "Oh babe, I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to be a shock or anything. It will be fun. I can promise you that. It won't be anything like last time. Darcy has changed, I've seen to that. She won't do anything. It will be a lot of fun. Believe me, you'll cum hard. I can promise that. It's not just a cock show for my guests, it's a sex show, very erotic and very hot," she quickly added, trying to convince him. She reached down and grasped the gooey cock. She began to softly rub it. She just kept staring at him while her hand worked him. She was rubbing but it wasn't getting hard. 

"I can see doing a sex show with Darcy. She's the type that would like to get fucked in front of an audience. That might not be too bad, but Morgan? I can't believe that Morgan would even think of doing any kind of show, let alone a sex show," he said, leaning back against the exam table. She was holding onto his cock tightly, hoping that his arousal would bring him back into agreement. "To the best of my memory, Morgan is a virgin and a shy and timid one at that," he quickly reminded her.

"We need to get you cleaned up. There's more than enough tell tale evidence and smells on you. Lean back and relax," she said as she quickly smoothed down her gown and headed over to a cabinet with a towel. Soaking it in warm water, she quickly returned to the still soft Ross. She knelt down in front of him and began to gently wash his cock and balls. He was coated in a mix of his pre cum and her pussy juices. She had orgasmed twice and the scent in the air was obvious. She gently pushed his thighs apart and wrapped the warm towel around his bejeweled genitals. Gently, she began to massage and rub the sex organs, washing them clean of any juices or smells. 

"Morgan knows about this show?" Ross asked as he watched her gently work the wet towel around his still somewhat aroused toys. 

"Yes, she does. But it won't be a show that you're doing with Morgan. It's a date. For tonight, you aren't a rental. It will be private and up to you two to have your own fun. She's staying here tonight in one of the suites. She's more than excited and even more aroused, if I'm reading her correctly. I arranged it all and Morgan knows all about it. That was why I wanted you to save all of that thick milk," she said as she patted his ball sack. Just the thought of being with the beautiful young Morgan got Ross hardening again. He was about half hard at this point. Morgan was a beauty and so sexual. 

" But Morgan is a virgin. With my size and her sexual status, I'm sure that it won't be much fun for her. I don't' want to hurt her," Ross said, suddenly worried about how things might go.

"Don't worry about that. She's been working on that aspect. She knows your size. She has seen you and I told her a few things," the Mistress said with a wink. "Let's just say that there are a few sexual positions that I wouldn't try on her, if I was you," she added with a laugh. By this point, Ross was relatively cleaned up. There was no obvious sign that he had been sexually active. He looked and smelled clean. As had happened earlier in the day, the Mistress applied a small amount of scented hand cream, to give his cock and balls a scented and oiled look. He looked fresh. Mistress Francesca leaned down and sniffed his cock. She seemed satisfied that he was clean. 

"Is she at the party, I mean inside right now? I mean is she going to sit and watch me with Darcy, then invite me to her bedroom? I don't know if this is such a good idea or not," Ross asked. 

"Yes, she's inside, primed and ready, as some might say," the Mistress said with a grin. "She's really excited about this. Be nice to her, she's young and a sweetheart, too. Also, be gentle with her," the Mistress quickly added as she reached down and again started rubbing the hard cock that was straining in front of her. "Some of us are use to this type of size. Others may not be that experienced. You don't know Morgan as well as you think you do. Believe me, she more than enjoys watching. After all of the long talks that we've had, I think that you might find yourself with more than you can handle," she added with a grin. 

"I will be nice to her. Besides, I liked her the moment that I met her," Ross said to assure the Mistress. For some reason, the Mistress had taken Morgan under her wing. Mistress Francesca wasn't really listening. She had grasped Ross a little tighter and was rubbing his cock at a fast pace. She looked up at him and grinned, her hand never slowing down. As he began to feel the arousal go up quickly, he began to breath harder. As soon as he did, the Mistress picked up her hand pace. Ross leaned back and relaxed, feeling what was coming quickly. As he began to gently thrust his hips, the Mistress stopped rubbing. She stood there smiling. 

"I have no doubt that you're ready for the show. Look at that mess," she said as she pointed to the oozing cock head. A steady flow of pre cum was oozing from the tip. "Just one more little alteration and we're ready. Or maybe I should say that you'd be ready. This won't take very long," the Mistress said as she headed toward the door. As she turned around, Ross noticed for the first time, the large smears of pre cum that were all over the Mistress' gown. It was where she was holding him pressed against her gown at her hip. At that same time, the Mistress opened the waiting room door and looked outside. She motioned for someone to come in. 

"Ross, this is Sun'Li. She is going to help you out and do a little alteration on you. I guess that you could call it a modification. Either way, I think that you and my guests will more than enjoy it. Sun'Li, this is Ross. He's the one that I told you about," she said with a smile.

"Alteration? What do you mean alteration?" Ross asked quickly. Mistress Francesca turned around facing him. She just smiled. 



The New Slave Ch. 51



Chapter 51, Sun' Li Prepares Ross, Sexually

"Ross, this is Sun'Li," Mistress Francesca said with a slight giggle. Ross sat there and watched as the stunning but tiny oriental female entered the room. She looked no more than maybe 18 to 19 years old, dark skin with a creamy complexion. She had a beautiful face and long straight jet-black hair. Her hair was thick and luxuriant with her bangs cut straight across her forehead just above her more than expressive large eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous. Ross immediately recognized her as a slave, dressed as she was. She was wearing only a pure white very short silk sarong, tied at her left hip. It was no bigger than some of the loincloths that Ross had seen female entertainment slaves wearing. This one was cut in such a way that her entire left leg was exposed from the tie at her hip. The right side hung loosely off of her shapely hip, and only hung down to about her upper thigh. In all, it barely covered her tiny but gorgeous body. She was barefooted and nude from the waist up. She had tiny breasts almost to the point of being flat chested, with very small soft nipples.

"Hello Sun'Li," Ross said politely as he watched the gorgeous creature silently enter the room and walk up behind Mistress Francesca. As a slave, she stood behind her Mistress until allowed to move further. Her gaze never left the floor as she entered the room. She was carrying a small leather pouch in her hand. 

"I instantly knew that you'd like her," the Mistress said with a laugh. "See, I know you a lot better than you might think," she quietly added. She also nodded and smiled at the growing bulge between Ross' legs. Ross had softened considerably as Mistress Francesca had finished with him, only moments before. But it was obvious with Sun' Li in the room, that Ross' cock was fattening and beginning to grow as Sun'Li quietly waited for the Mistress. Sun'Li had not raised her eyes or even her head since she entered the room. She stood motionless and silent behind Mistress Francesca. 

"Sun'Li, this is Ross. He is the one that I told you about," Mistress Francesca said softly to Sun'Li. Sun'Li silently moved forward to a position where she stood immediately in front of Ross. Her head barely rose up to look at him. She looked indifferent as she looked directly into his eyes, her gaze never seeming to notice his nude form. Standing directly in front of Ross, he estimated her to be not even 4'10" tall. She was very petite with the exception of her shapely hips and legs. She stared at him for a moment, as if studying him. Both Ross and Mistress Francesca waited for a response from Sun'Li, who said nothing.

"Hello Sun'Li," Ross said again softly this time with a smile. 

"Sun'Li, you can talk openly here. Ross is a very dear friend of mine. You can speak to him. He is a good person, in more ways than one," the Mistress said softly with a chuckle.

"Hello Ross," Sun'Li said as she glanced up at his eyes again, smiling softly. Ross could smell a faint scent of vanilla on her. It was a warm and erotic scent. "He is very large. You told me that he would be but I wasn't expecting his balls to be so large," she said as she looked down between Ross' legs. Her glance downward caused an immediate reaction in Ross. He could feel a twitch run through his cock as her attention was drawn to his ringed organs. He could feel himself begin to swell. Sun'Li smiled as she saw his reaction. She had no doubt that is sexual reaction was completely due to her. 

"You speak such good English," Ross mumbled, glancing at the Mistress. She just smiled back at him.

"You mean that I speak English very well. Obviously better than you do," she said with an innocent smile. "I studied at Harvard. I think that English is a pre-requisite for entry level at most American universities," she quickly replied. Ross blushed red in the face. His embarrassment was obvious. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that …" he muttered. 

"There is no need to apologize. I should be the one that is apologizing. I'm being very rude to my Mistress' friend. I am sorry," she said sincerely. Her face blushed as she spoke. "I am not use to speaking with men. I have not been around that many," she quickly added. She glanced back at Mistress Francesca for approval. 

"That's ok. I know both of you well enough to know that neither of you meant any harm. I am sure that both of you would get along very well, if you got to know one another. Sun'Li is here to do some slight, how should I say this … modification to you," the Mistress said looking directly at Ross. 

"Modification?" he asked quickly. 

"Well, maybe modification is not the right word. Sun'Li is very talented in many different aspects. Just like you, she is an entertainment slave. I found her about a year ago and bought her for Darcy. She's been a 'pet' for Darcy for all that time," the Mistress explained.

"A pet?" Ross said glancing at Sun'Li. She was now standing silently, her head bowed toward the floor again. 

"Yes, a pet. I bought Sun'Li as a gift for Darcy and they've been together ever since. To my knowledge, they both enjoy each other very much," the Mistress explained. Sun'Li only smiled and blushed as her gaze continued down at the floor. 

"But I thought that Darcy …" Ross interjected but stopped before he finished. He immediately knew that he was being insensitive in front of the Mistress and Sun'Li. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything. I guess I'm just being an ass tonight," he said dejectedly.

"No need to apologize again. There's no way that you'd know it, but Darcy is bi-sexual. She enjoys males very much, but she prefers to be with a female. She is very popular with my guests in the realm of sexual matters. What confuses most people is the fact that Darcy is usually seen in male-female scenarios," the Mistress said with a grin. "Most of my guests would rather watch Darcy devour a male, rather than see her with a female. I know she's not your favorite person, but I've had Darcy for a long time. She's almost like a daughter to me. Sun'Li was a present to Darcy," she added. 

"And you, Sun'Li, what do you prefer?" Ross asked, glancing at Sun'Li. 

"I prefer to do what I'm told to do. I belong to Mistress Francesca and she has given me to Darcy," she said with an innocent smile. 

"Tonight, Sun'Li is going to be involved in the show with you and Darcy. I have found that my guests absolutely love her. They enjoy watching what she can do, not to mention this gorgeous little body. But first she is going to modify you, or maybe I should say adjust you. Actually, what she is going to do is modify your body and your abilities," the Mistress said with a devious smile. "Don't worry. It will be painless and Darcy already knows what is going on. It's a show. The audience doesn't know anything except for what they see on stage. We're just going to enhance the show a little. Since Sun'Li has an intimate knowledge of Darcy and her sexual likes, she is going to modify you to help out Darcy," she added with a laugh. 

"This sounds really strange," Ross said sheepishly. 

"No no, it's not that mysterious. Sun'Li is going to enhance you in a way that will send Darcy over the edge. Your enhancement will help to enhance Darcy, which will help to enhance the show. Everyone benefits from just a small adjustment to your body. This will arouse everyone, you included," she explained. "We're running out of time. Let Sun'Li get started and she can explain it all to you. Sun'Li?"

"He is very large. I've seen some bigger males but I don't think that Ross will be a problem. It's his balls that are different. Does he cum a lot?" she asked innocently. She reached out and traced a line down Ross' balls with her fingertip. His cock twitched as she watched her fingertips slowly moving over his taut skin. 

"Unbelievably," the Mistress answered quickly with a big grin. She couldn't wait to see Sun'Li begin her work on Ross. 

"I think that I can modify him without any problems. I suspect that with this ball size, he might cum very quickly, but I can work around that," she explained. She glanced up at Ross and smiled at him. She reached out and took his soft cock into her tiny hand. She held it in the palm and just watched it for several moments. Just her attention started Ross to grow thicker and begin to lengthen. She watched intently until his cock obviously stopped growing. Once it stopped, she simply pressed on it with her thumb for only a second, and then stopped. Immediately, it continued to grow fatter and lengthen until it stopped again, from lack of stimulation. Once it stopped again, she used her thumb and gently pressed on it, starting the action all over again. Within a few minutes, his cock was rock hard and laying flat in the palm of her hand. 

"I told you that he was large," the Mistress said as she watched Sun'Li.

"It is a very strong cock and the head is already large," she said as she knelt down in front of Ross. Her being bare breasted and the skimpy sarong only helped to keep him hard. Her beauty mesmerized him. She knelt in front of him, holding his cock in her palm. She grasped the base of his cock and held it at an angle, looking straight at the head. Using her long fingernails, she gently peeled open the puckered mouth, looking down into the urethra. She asked Mistress Francesca for a clean towel. Using the towel, Sun'Li wiped away the free flowing pre cum from the head and peeled open the mouth again. Looking inside, she gently slid the fingernail of her little finger, into the opening and pushed into him gently. He jerked slightly as he felt her fingernail move into him. 

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Sun'Li asked sincerely. 

"Just a little. Your fingernails are long, but it really didn't hurt," he said, trying to be brave. He still had no idea of what Sun'Li or Mistress Francesca had in mind. He was again leaning back on his arms, his hips thrust out in front of him, and a gorgeous Asian beauty only inches from his cock. She glanced up at him and smiled. Her fingernail was still embedded deeply inside of his cock head. She glanced back down at the cock in her hand and quickly pushed her fingernail in deeper. Ross winced as he felt her little finger open his cock head wider. She immediately pulled her finger out and examined the fingernail. 

"I'm sorry for that, but I had to know if you bled a lot," Sun'Li said non-chalantly. She looked closely at her fingernail and saw a very tiny fleck of blood. "I think that he will work very well. He doesn't seem to be a deep bleeder," she added, glancing back at Mistress Francesca. 

"Good. Ross, let me explain. I told you that we wanted to enhance you, so that you can enhance Darcy, and ultimately enhance the show. That is why you were enhanced before you came here, and that is part of why you were milked before you arrived. Since Sun'Li has an intimate knowledge of Darcy, I have found out that Darcy is more than responsive to being stretched," the Mistress said.

"Stretched?" Ross quickly asked. Sun'Li was still holding onto Ross' cock, examining it, pulling back the foreskin and looking closely at it. 

"As tough as Darcy likes to act, she'd never admit it, but she enjoys being stretched. How else can I put it? Sun'Li was kind enough to pass this information on to me. With that in mind, tonight the audience is here to watch you impregnate Darcy," the Mistress said before Ross cut her off.

"Impregnate?" Ross said looking up at the Mistress. "You've got to be kidding," he quickly added.

"Don't worry. You're not going to actually impregnate her. Remember, all of my guests are women. They enjoy the thrill of watching. They're all very sexual voyeurs. Tonight, as a 'part 2' so to speak, they are going to watch you get your revenge on Darcy for the last time in the arena. Darcy will be restrained and you will feed your seed into her, for the audience's delight. They will know the concept when they see you enter her with no condom. They'll be ecstatic. But I say don't worry. Darcy can't get pregnant. The audience doesn't know that, just you, Sun'Li and me. You can unload all you want into her. But for Darcy's enjoyment, you'll not wear a condom and Sun'Li, to ensure Darcy's undivided attention, will enhance you even more. You stretched her last time and now, it will be even more. She'll love it," she said with a gleam in her eye. 

"This sounds like punishment for Darcy," Ross asked quickly. 

"It is all arranged to look like punishment to Darcy, but Darcy is in on it. She's aware of everything, except for your newest modification. Darcy really is one of my favorites. I want to make sure that she enjoys tonight as much as I'm sure you will," the Mistress said with a grin. "Now you see why you were enhanced before you got here," she added.

"If she's in on it, then I can understand. Are you sure that she's fully aware of all of this?" Ross asked, the nervousness obvious in his voice.

"She's definitely aware of it. She's actually very aroused just thinking about it. She was very turned on last time, so tonight's performance is a guarantee," Sun'Li added in. "Believe me, I know her very well. This is how she likes males," Sun'Li said with a smile. 

"Ok. I'm not sue about this, but if you want to, then we'll go ahead," Ross said glancing down at Sun'Li. It was obvious to Ross that Sun'Li was aroused by the thought of the performance. Her nipples had grown larger and were erect. For Sun'Li, her nipples betrayed her thoughts. She was definitely turned on. 

"Then let's get started. Sun'Li, what do you need?" the Mistress asked. 

"I'll need some Q-tips but everything else, I already have with me," Sun'Li said as she opened the small leather pouch. As she opened it, Ross could see an organized collection of packaged sterile thin needles in varying gauges of thickness. All of the needles were about 3 to 4 inches long and had a colored tip on one end. He immediately recognized them as acupuncture needles. 

"Acupuncture," Ross said as he watched Sun'Li take then carefully from the pouch.

"No, not exactly, but it's a very similar concept. About the only actual similarity is that they all came from the Orient. I learned this many years ago when I was younger," she said as she readied her instruments.

"Years ago. But you're so young. Did you learn this as a child?" Ross said, watching her curiously. 

"I'm older than you think. I just turned 30," she said with a smile. It was obvious to Ross that she was confident in her looks and sexuality. She was gorgeous and she also was aware of the fact. She had no qualms in being nude or in her sexuality. She reached up and took Ross' hard cock and examined it, especially the area around the base of his cock on the top of it. She felt his skin carefully and pressed on it, watching the blood return when she removed her finger. She again peeled open the mouth of his cock head and peered deeply inside. Ross was curious as to what she was looking for, but didn't ask her. She then carefully selected several of the thin long needles and placed the packages on a clean towel next to her. Remaining on her knees, she was at eye level with Ross' organs and only inches from them. 

"Should he be restrained?" Sun'Li asked seriously. 

"Should he be? Why?" the Mistress asked curiously. 

"When I begin, I don't want him struggling or moving around. I need him to remain absolutely still. Can he do that?" Sun'Li asked, turning around and looking back at the Mistress.

"I don't know. Can he?" the Mistress answered with a grin, looking at Ross.

"I'm not sure what we're about to do, but I will be still, if that's what you need. Will this hurt?" he asked seriously. 

"There is some discomfort, but there is also a lot of pleasure involved. With what I'm about to do for you, you'll be very pleasured and be capable of giving pleasure to Darcy. But you must remain still," Sun'Li added as she looked up at him seriously. 

"I'll remain still. What do you want me to do?" Ross asked, glancing at Mistress Francesca. Her arousal and interest in what was taking place had her distracted as she watched Sun'Li and Ross' cock. 

"Sit in this chair," Sun'Li answered as she rose up and got a chair from nearby. It was a rolling chair with no arms and a low back. Ross couldn't help but watch her shapely butt move as she walked barefooted across the room. His massive erection signaled his interest in her. She had Ross sit down in the chair and move his butt up to the front edge of the seat. In this position, his balls were hanging down below the seat level. She instructed him to lean back and placed his arms behind him and his hands were to hold onto the bottom of the chair. She then had him spread his legs wide and put his feet back to the rear of the chair. He did as he was told and found the position to be very comfortable. Sun'Li quickly took an unfolded towel and placed it under his genitals, putting the folds under his thighs to hold it in place. She then placed a folded towel under her knees for her own comfort as she took up a position between his outstretched legs. 

"I find all of this to be very arousing," Mistress Francesca said as her eyes continued to focus on Ross' enlarged cock and his balls hanging down below the seat level. "It's all very kinky in a medical sort of way," she said with a big grin. 

"You must hold very still or I will hurt you," Sun'Li said as she looked up at Ross. Ross nodded in agreement. "Ok, just relax and allow me to move you as I need you moved," she said as her hand gently began to rub his cock. He immediately moaned as her hand gently pumped the already hard cock. He was over stimulated before Sun'Li entered the room and now she was moving him toward the inevitable. She watched his eyes closely and his body movements, gauging his level of arousal. It was obvious to her that he was already starting out at a high level of arousal. 

"This will help you," Sun'Li said as she quickly picked up a tiny bottle of liquid. She took a dab from the bottle onto one fingertip and began to gently rub it into the top right side at the base of Ross' cock. She pressed down firmly as she rubbed the tiny drop of oil into his rigid skin. Just the closeness of her and her attention to his cock was causing his body to feel an aching desire to cum. He wasn't sure what a single drop of oil on his cock would do, but it did feel warm and very good. 

"Now hold still," she said as she quickly picked up one of the packaged needles. She opened the package and took out the needle by the colored tip, careful not to touch the needle itself. She placed her left hand under his rock hard cock and gently bent it downward, forcing the skin to pull tight on the top and at the base. She immediately placed the needle at the right side top of his cock and gently pushed it into him. He jerked as he felt a slight prickly sensation. She continued to ease the needle into him, holding his cock firmly as she maneuvered the needle in deeper. 

"Oh my gosh," Ross said as he found that he barely felt anything. Mistress Francesca moved up beside Sun'Li to get a better look. A tiny drop of blood appeared at the injection site. With the needle embedded into the base of his cock, Sun'Li let go of his cock and watched it for a moment. After several moments, she was satisfied that she had hit the nerve and that he was not softening any. Ross and Mistress Francesca were both shocked. His cock remained rigid, a steady flow of pre cum leaking from the puckered mouth. If anything, his cock seemed to grow more rigid and hard. A large vein on the top of his cock suddenly appeared from the increased blood flow. 

"Very good. Let me have the Q-tips," Sun'Li asked of Mistress Francesca. She immediately grabbed the box and handed it to Sun'Li. Sun'Li used her fingernails to gently peel open the mouth of Ross' cock and gaze inside for a moment. She then picked up a Q-tip and gently pushed it into the gaping mouth of his cock head. She moved it around for several moments, collecting as much pre-cum as she could. She then removed it and discarded it, reaching for more Q-tips. She looked into the mouth again and then took another Q-tip and again swabbed the inside of his cock head for several moments. Satisfied that he was sufficiently dry inside, she quickly took a thin metal tube from the pouch. Using her fingertips, she peeled open his cock mouth and slowly but firmly inserted the wide oval inside the gaping mouth. In essence, she was forcing him open wider and deeper inside the head with the metal oval tube. She then took another Q-tip and inserted it into him, deeper this time and swabbed farther back into his still hard cock. Completely dry, she sat back and examined his cock visually.




The New Slave Ch. 51



"That is hot," Mistress Francesca mumbled as she continued to watch the medical scenario unfolding in front of her. Even Ross was shocked since he was not feeling any of the things she was doing at the entrance to his swollen organ. 

"How did you do that?" he asked, looking directly at the gorgeous young woman. She just smiled. Satisfied that the inside of his cock was momentarily dry and being held open by the thin metal tube, she leaned back to answer him. It was obvious to both Ross and Mistress Francesca that Sun'Li was definitely aroused. Her nipples were standing out painfully. It was obvious to them that Sun'Li enjoyed her ability to manipulate a male. 

"It's more than simple. The oil immediately deadened the spot where I inserted the first needle. The needle, once injected and held in place there, is keeping you hard while I continue to finish my work on you. I think that you'll find the next part even more interesting," she said as she looked through her assortment of different length and gauge needles. 

"That would be a more than handy trick to know, if you wanted to spend an entire night with a slave," Mistress Francesca said, commenting on the fact that Ross was rock hard and sufficiently numbed. In her obviously correct assumption, he would be able to remain erect all night. 

"That's an interesting thought, if you don't mind getting poked over and over with a needle, into you," Sun'Li replied quickly looking up at the Mistress. As long as the needle was in place at the base of his cock, near a major nerve, he was rendered hard and numb. The Mistress wasn't considering the fact of the needle poking into her.

"Hum, I see your point. Guess that it's not such a good idea," she said dejectedly. Ross just grinned at her. He was fascinated by what Sun'Li was doing to him.

"Now this is the part where we modify your abilities," Sun'Li said as she picked up several packages and chose different needles. She quickly checked the gaping mouth and then swabbed it out again, collecting more pre cum. "I need you to hold onto the chair and not move at all. Not unless you want it to hurt," she quickly added with a grin. She looked up at him, watching him closely. He nodded that he would. Mistress Francesca knelt down beside Sun'Li to get an even closer look at what was going on. 

Sun'Li picked out a long thin needle and then used her other hand to hold and steady his cock. She angled his cock up toward the light and peered into the gaping mouth. She then held his cock as she slowly inserted a needle into the mouth and made a quick slight jab. He immediately felt an odd sensation as the needle punctured the inner lining of his urethra. She left the needle sticking into him and picked up another needle. She slowly inserted it and again, stuck it into the sensitive skin about an inch inside of his cock head. Both times he felt the odd sensation but no pain. 

"He can't feel that?" Mistress Francesca said in obvious shock. She was astounded that the needles were literally stuck into the inside of his cock head and he was not fighting to get loose. 

"No, he can feel it, but not in a painful way. It's sort of like his body is aware that the needles are in him, but it doesn't hurt. The needle on top of his cock is stopping the pain sensors. Sun'Li quickly picked up a third needle and again inserted it in about an inch and stuck it into the interior wall of his urethra. Again, there was the odd sensation that Ross could feel, but not painful. 

"What does all of this do?" Ross said, mesmerized as the gorgeous female slave continued to stick needles into the mouth of his cock head. 

"When I'm finished, the inside of your cock's mouth will have small welts and cuts where the needles left puncture marks. It's somewhat similar to having mosquito bites. The difference is that there are multiple bites and it will be a sensation that you will feel for several hours. The warm itching sensation that your cock head will be feeling, will keep your cock head in a swollen and flared state for the next few hours. You can't see it right now, but once I am finished, you'll start feeling it. It will make your cock head enormous," she said with a big grin. It now became obvious that Sun'Li's arousal stemmed from her manipulations of a male slave. 

"We have a few more to do and then I'll be finished with you," she said as she picked up another needle. She quickly pulled out the first three needles and then used a Q-tip to swab out the forced open cock mouth. Immediately it was obvious of the needle sticks as the Q-tip had a tiny amount of blood on it. She then swabbed it out again, collecting any pre cum that was continuing to ooze out of him. She then repeated the process by inflicting 8 more sticks with the thin needles. Each time, Ross could feel the odd sensation as she jabbed the needle into his unfeeling soft tissue. 

"That should about finish it," Sun'Li said as she pulled out the last needle. Ross' cock head didn't look any larger. It was still somewhat swollen from the work that the prep girls had done to him. As Sun'Li announced that she was finished, she inserted 3 Q-tips into the gaping mouth and then gently pried the tube from the entrance. The three Q-tips were deeply embedded in him, soaking up any blood or pre cum that was leaking from him. After several moments she removed them one at a time and checked each one for any blood. There was almost none. Both Ross and Mistress Francesca were fascinated, watching the activity unfold in front of them. To them, they couldn't see any difference in Ross' cock head. It looked the same as it did when Sun'Li started on him. 

"One last thing," Sun'Li said as she sat back and smiled. With all of the Q-tips out of him, she dabbed a cloth at the gaping mouth and collected the last tiny dribble of pre cum that was still oozing. She then grasped the cock head between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. Ross didn't feel it and just sat and watched as she held it. After several moments, she let go and watched. The swollen cock head had shrunk from the pressure of her squeeze and then slowly filled back up with blood and fluid. Satisfied, Sun'Li stood up and smiled. "That should about do it," she said with a grin.

"It doesn't look any different, and I don't feel anything different," Ross said, looking down at his still hard cock. Neither he nor Mistress Francesca could see any difference in his cock head appearance. It was still obviously swollen and was still a deep dark red from the earlier abuse. Otherwise, it looked pretty normal for Ross. 

"Oh, you will," Sun'Li said with a laugh. She reached down and jerked the needle from the top of Ross' cock shaft with a quick yank. Instantly he could feel a warm stinging sensation coming from inside his cock head. Looking down, he could see it quickly swelling. It appeared to flare wide and thick, as if he was about to cum. The color of the skin turned darker and it grew even more. It was now swelling up huge. 

"Owww," He yelped as he felt the stinging sensation immediately run up the length of the hard organ. Within a few moments, he gradually became use to the sensation, which now was beginning to feel like several mosquito bites. It was itching and had a slight warm sensation as if he had scratched it too much. The swollen and flared appearance did not go away. It remained flared and thick, the hot itching sensations coming from just inside the head and down into the shaft. 

"See what I mean? I think you can see that it's a lot bigger," Sun'Li said as she eyed the massive ball sized head hanging from the end of his cock shaft. Minute by minute Ross could feel that the intense itching sensation coming from inside of him was lessening. It wasn't going away, but he was gradually getting use to it. The intense sensations coming from his cock head made him want to grab it and rub it, to stop the tickling feeling that was deep inside of it. But even as the sensations subsided and then increased, the appearance of the massive bulbous head didn't diminish. It obviously wasn't going away.

"That should make you the center of attention for the next few hours," Sun'Li said with a laugh. She reached down and gently squeezed the massive head and then watched the mashed appearance fill up quickly as it return to the huge sized organ that she had created. "Darcy is going to love your newly transformed appendage," she said. 

"I know that I love it," the Mistress said, her eyes locked on to the solidly erect and swollen cock. "It's fabulous," she said with a big grin. 

"For the next few hours?" Ross asked, a little bewildered by the obvious mass that now hung between his thighs. Even he was shocked at the size that was sticking out in front of him. He could actually feel each and ever bounce that his cock took. The huge head now made his cock somewhat top heavy. He could feel its every move, and to make matters worse, the itchy sensations coming from within it, didn't let up. 

"At least the next couple of hours. It'll go down slowly. Don't worry, it's fully functional and then some," Sun'Li said as both she and the Mistress laughed. "Don't all men want to be bigger?" she asked, a mock look of surprise on her face. 

"No, not all men want to be bigger," Ross said angrily. He just sat and stared at the meaty weight that now hung obviously between his legs. He felt as if someone had tied weights to his cock head. 

"Oh Ross, it's gorgeous. I could play with that thing all night and into tomorrow," the Mistress said stepping up closer to him. She immediately reached down and began to play with the rigid and fleshy toy. He was rock hard and showed no signs of relaxing. "This thing is fabulous," she said, her fingers gently grasping it and rubbing the head. Her feeling him caused it immediately to begin swelling larger in the head. It wasn't painful but it wasn't totally pleasurable either. 

"I think that it more closely matches his huge balls," Sun'Li said with a smirk. She was making fun of his size.

"Oh my gosh," the Mistress cried out as she pulled her hand away looking down at it. A thick gooey coating of pre cum was covering her hand. As she played with him, the swelling had somewhat restricted the head to the point that the pre cum was collecting behind the swelling of the needle puncture sites. With the pressure from her toying fingers, she had forced the mouth to open, expelling the pent-up pre cum. It was more than abundant. Ross immediately blushed. "Oh, don't be embarrassed Ross. I think that it's so erotic. You really are showing your manhood right now. Any woman would say that you're virile with that much leaking out of you," she said, trying to convince him that he was appealing to her. 

"It looks like he's about to blow a gasket, but he's not. It's just that the head is swollen enough that the pre cum will collect behind the swelling, until there's enough manual pressure to force it to expel. Wait till he cums. Now that will be a show," Sun'Li said with a grin. 

"Ummm, I can't wait to watch," the Mistress said as she bent down low to get a better look at the massive meat stick. "It really does look like a horse cock now," she added trying to be complimentary. Ross wasn't hearing it as a compliment. 

"Oh, it's going to look like two horses fucking," Sun'Li quickly added. I also did the same needle trick to Darcy. If you think that he's big, you should see her. I don't know why you don't like it. Darcy is thrilled with hers. I don't think that she can be any more sensitive than she is right now," she said laughing. 

"Oh Ross, don't feel bad. It looks tantalizing. You're going to love it," the Mistress said as she looked down at the meaty appendage. Ross just stood there, staring down between his legs. The head was so large that the foreskin was tightly bunched up below the head. She immediately leaned down and grasped the swollen organ. She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips as her hand began to gently rub his cock. He kissed back as he felt the more than pleasurable sensations that he could feel in his cock. With her sexual manipulation of his cock, he no longer felt the itching hot sensation deep inside of it. It was feeling good. "My guests are going to go crazy over this thing. You'll see. And believe me, Darcy will go crazy with that in her," the Mistress said as her hand continued to rub him. He was already rock hard and enjoying the hand stroking a little more than the usual. Suddenly he felt a thick wet warmth spreading over his cock head. Both he and the Mistress looked down to see that his cock had just spewed out another pent-up collection of his pre cum that had been trapped inside of him. It was now beginning to drip in abundance onto the floor. 

"Oh this is going to be a good show," Sun'Li said with a big grin. Her eyes were focused on the massive meat being slowly jerked in front of her. "It's show time," she added with a laugh. The Mistress immediately let go of Ross who was beginning to enjoy the massage a little too much.



The New Slave Ch. 52



Chapter 52, Two Sex Slaves Perform for an Audience

"Now remember Ross, Darcy is fully aware of what is going on. And I know how men worry about these things, but she can't get pregnant. Believe me, I know that for a fact," the Mistress said with a laugh.

"She actually can't get pregnant?" Ross asked. It wasn't out of fear of pregnancy as much as it was a real concern over the very young Darcy. With her age, and as sexual as she was, Ross just figured that she was a very fertile young woman. 

"No, she can't. She was hurt years ago with some serious internal injuries. She's healthy now, but she can't become pregnant," the Mistress explained quietly. Ross listened silently as the Mistress explained.

"In the show, Darcy is going to be led out onto the stage as a slave in chains. She will be restrained where the audience can get a good look at her. Believe me, the audience loves the sight of Darcy when she's nude and writhing in chains. She's really animalistic and can definitely put on a show when she wants. I think you'll know what I mean when you see her, so don't let that frighten you," she said with a laugh.

"Frighten wasn't the word that I was thinking of. Darcy, nude and in chains, writhing like an animal. What more could a male want," Ross said laughing. The Mistress just looked at him and grinned.

"After a very short time, Sun'Li will come in and begin to perform on Darcy as a warm up for you. In all honesty, I'm not sure who is getting warmed up, either Darcy or Sun'Li. Sun'Li will probably have Darcy cumming within a few minutes. Either way, you'll then be lead into the room in chains and restrained by Sun'Li. At that point, Sun'Li will begin to play with you, her attempt to get you 'prepped' for Darcy. She'll then prep Darcy a little bit more until she's ready and then she'll lead you into Darcy, so to speak. The entire concept is basically, two slaves being forced to fuck," she explained.

"It sounds really staged and almost ceremonial, almost corny. I don't mean any offense but as fun as it might be for me, I don't know how all of this will look to your guests.

"Believe me, I know you, Darcy, and Sun'Li. If anyone can make this look good, you three will. Besides, the guests are all voyeurs to the max. They enjoy watching anything that is sex, especially if there is an element of hostility or resistance involved. And this will be hot, for them. They'll love it. They're not Broadway critics, they're horny females that love to watch. Just do what comes naturally to you. You'll also want to exaggerate your moves, your actions, your talking so that all of them can see and hear everything," she said with a grin. 

"I know it's not scripted but are all of us on the same page?" Ross asked. 

"Ross, it's sex. It doesn't have to be scripted and there is no dress rehearsal. Besides, you and Darcy have been together before and the guests loved that show. This is just part two of that event. Look at it that way. Believe me, when they see Darcy, they'll all be getting wet. Then when they see you and that thing, they'll go crazy," she said with a laugh as her hand reached down and grasped the hard meaty appendage. She smiled and then let go of him. "Come on, you need to be ready," she said as she turned and lead Ross down a hallway, escorted by two of her security officers. As before, the closer they got to the 'arena' the more he could hear women cheering and laughing. It sounded like a large group. 

Ross thought that the entire idea of the performance sounded pretty weird if not down right goofy. He had no doubt that it would all feel very good in a sexual way, but the entire thing sounded half-baked. He wasn't looking forward to it. He wasn't an actor and this group was looking for a real show. He was already beginning to feel embarrassed and he wasn't even on stage yet. 

"Right now all of my guests are enjoying a show. They're watching a male slave that was loaned to me by a good friend. He has certain qualities that make him very entertaining to watch. There's no doubt that after these women watch him for awhile, they're going to be thrilled in seeing Darcy and you," she said, walking as she continued trying to talk Ross into the entire concept.

"Is the guy that bad?" Ross asked curiously. 

"Bad? No, he's not bad at all. Matter of fact, he's actually pretty good. That is, if you like watching a male jack off his 14 inch cock. He's huge in that one area, but his balls are very normal. So, he works it and works it, making it into a big show, and then finally pumps out a few dribbles. But, the women love it. They get so worked up, and he's really good looking," she said with a laugh. "Don't worry. Even with Darcy being restrained on her back, and you in chains, Sun'Li is going to make it into a hot show. You'll see," she said seriously. 

"We're ready," came a voice from behind Ross and Mistress Francesca. Ross turned around and was amazed at Sun'Li. She had taken off the white silk sarong and was now wearing a slave's chain mail costume. As a costume, it wasn't much. Besides being very little in size, it was also see through. The size of the link openings gave plenty of view to her already gorgeous body. Ross immediately saw that Sun'Li's nipples were rock hard and standing out. She was already in the mood for the show. 

She looked unbelievable in an aggressive sort of way, totally unlike the submissive slave girl that Ross had just met. She was also wearing an ankle slave bracelet, identical to Darcy's. She looked more like a female gladiator than the slave of a slave girl. The costume consisted of two very scanty pieces. There was a piece of 4 to 5 inch wide chain mail that hung below her tiny waist, just above her pubic bone, draping down to the floor between her legs. It hung from a single chain that ran around her tiny waist, and rested over the flare of her hips. The tiny chain mail strip barely covered her pubic area with all of her legs and hips exposed. The top was also made of chain mail, more like a lose fitting V shaped piece that barely covered her breasts and tapered down to a point on her belly. It was only attached together on the back of her neck. As long as she stood straight up and didn't move around, she would be modestly covered. If she moved one gorgeous leg, the bottom piece would split in such a way that there would be a fleeting but tantalizing glimpse between her thighs. Ross immediately knew that the guests would love this show. He did already. 

"It appears that my modification on you is doing well," she said with a grin as she looked down at Ross' swollen erection. It was sticking out obscenely, an angry dark red and bulging heavily. Ross had momentarily forgotten that he wasn't softening any. It appeared that he was going to be hard for some time. He wasn't feeling the shaft very well, but the itching sensation deep inside of his cock head was definitely causing the head to remain huge and flared. He glanced down and looked back up at her, an obvious blush on his face. "Don't be shy, it looks very appealing. The guests are going to love that thing," she said with a smile. 

"You might think that it looks good to the opposite sex, but I'm not so sure that it'll perform very well. It feels strange," he said reaching down and grasping the thick organ. "That itching or burning sensation is distracting, not to mention how big the head feels. It feels like it's about to explode," he said glancing down. 

"Don't worry, it's not going to explode. Besides, it makes you look massive and virile. The guests here are use to seeing some pretty strange things. I think you might be one of the first males that has a cock and a cock head that are actually proportionate to each other," she said with a laugh. 

"Well if it isn't my arch enemy," a voice whispered from right behind Ross' ear. It was close enough that he could actually feel her breath on the back of his neck. He quickly turned to see Darcy standing right behind him. She was smiling and surprisingly to him, she looked unbelievably good.

"Wow. Now that's what I call an costume," he said stepping back and looking up and down her small but overly developed body. 

She was wearing a slave costume, made from one long thin piece of chain mail in a gold almost sparkling color. With her dark tan, the gold looked radiant. It was a unique one piece. Some would call it a gown, except that it only covered several inches of her, straight down the middle of her body. It had a high Mandarin collar up the front of her neck, and then spread down and outward toward her bare shoulders. At the midline of her breasts, the gold chain mail drastically narrowed inward till it reached her lower belly where it was only about an inch wide, much like an upside down V. From her lower belly downward, it widened to a 4 to 5 inch wide strip that hung down to the floor. Besides it's scant appearance, it was loosely woven chain mail and did nothing to conceal what was underneath it. Her hips, legs, and sides were fully exposed. If she took a step, the floor length strip of chain mail would move, giving a fleeting glimpse between her thighs. The only thing seen from the rear was a chain holding up the top at her neck, across her back for her breasts, and around her hips to hold the floor length strip in her middle. 

"It's obvious that you like it, or has Sun'Li been playing with you," she said with a grin looking down at his huge erection. "She has many talents and I assume that you have been rewarded with one of them, tonight?" she asked as she continued to study his jeweled and thrust out sex organs. 

"I can thank Sun'Li for this," he said, glancing downward.

"Did she pleasure you and get rid of some of that goo that you refer to as seed? Or did the good doctor have her girls take care of that pent up supply of milk?" she said, her hand gently fondling Ross' rigid meat. 

"No, they took care of that back at the facility," he answered.

"Doesn't look like they took very much out," she said as she bent down and took a closer look at his genitals. Her hand continued to gently hold onto his cock, holding it upright so that she could look at his sack. "I know that the Mistress's guests will love it, but I really don't want you blowing your nuts out inside me," she said quietly.

"I think that I was sufficiently drained. I made sure to have them save some for you," he said with a grin.

"Obviously," she said with a laugh. "I'm not as worried about you dumping your milk in me, as much as I am worried about you pounding into me. Sun'Li took the time to make sure that I was prepared also. You might say that I'm a little overly sensitive right now," she said as she pulled back the long chain mail front of her costume. Pulled to one side, Ross could see that her pussy was obviously swollen, the lips puffy and the same angry red as his cock. Her clit was so swollen that it was sticking out like a tiny penis. 

"Now that looks tantalizing," he said as he reached out and gently touched her clit. She immediately moaned, her eyes closing momentarily as she enjoyed the enhanced sensations that her body was feeling. Ross held his finger against her clit for a moment, actually feeling the throbbing sensations that she was feeling. He gently rubbed it and watched in amusement as the barefooted Darcy shifted her weight and opened her legs wider for him. He continued to rub gently as she leaned forward against him, fully prepared to let him continue until she could cum. 

"Damn," she moaned as she leaned against him, pressed into his chest. It was obvious to Ross that her entire vaginal area had been put through something similar to his experience with Sun'Li. It had only taken her a few seconds to become fully aroused and on the brink of cumming.

"I made sure to take good care of her," Sun'Li said with a big grin. "When we get started, she won't have to fake an orgasm. She'll probably have to fake 'not' having an orgasm," she said with a laugh. Ross had his hand under the long portion of the chain mail, the gentle movements obvious as the chain mail moved in and out. His finger was just barely touching her inner pussy lips. Ross could feel that she was sopping wet. He had barely started and she was beginning to slowly move her body up and down against his finger, slowly humping his hand. Darcy was beginning to moan louder.

"I think you two should save it, at least for another few minutes. I think that our endowed slave is about to finish," Mistress Francesca said with a laugh. She glanced out toward the audience of gowned women that were enjoying the solo performance. Standing in the dark, all of them could look out into the room where about 20 to 25 women were all enjoying the show in front of them. Ross could see that all of the women were attractive, young to middle aged, and in various stages of undress. It was apparent that some of them might have been involved in earlier performances. One woman was completely nude and holding what appeared to be a wet towel in her lap. Ross could only imagine what she had been doing. 

In the center of the room, not more than about 8 to 10 feet from the guests that surrounded him, was a male on his knees. As Ross watched, he could see that the male was chained at the ankles, and secured to a heavy steel bolt on the floor. The male was down, knees spread wide, and grasping a freakishly long cock. Ross could see that the male was obviously a slave; his loincloth discarded a few feet from where he was performing. Ross was surprised to see that the slave was very young, muscled, tanned, very handsome and very endowed. If Ross were considered massive sexually, then this male slave would be considered mammoth in size. His cock was about 10 to 12 inches long and very thick. What was shocking was the size of his cock head. The more than obvious dripping head was about the size of a tennis ball. 

"Unbelievable," Ross said as he watched the male do very exaggerated jerks and pulls on his distended organ. The male's ripped stomach muscles were flexed and tight, his breathing erratic and gasping as he continued to jerk the sizable organ, then suddenly stop. It appeared to the guests that he was on the verge of orgasm, but would suddenly let go of himself to extend his own pleasure. Ross also noticed that the male would glance up and around at the guests, cutting his eyes back and forth as if surveying the crazed women. It was obvious to Ross that the male was performing for the women. Each time he would stop, he would let go of his cock. Each time, the massive organ would literally bounce up and down as if going through strong spasms, ready to spurt at any moment. The guests were going crazy, watching every move of his act. 

"Unbelievable is right," the Mistress said, almost in a moan. "He is rather appealing. I have noticed that every time he performs, one or sometimes two of the ladies immediately will arrange to take him away. I honestly don't think that any of them are actually using him but I have never heard of any complaints," she said with a laugh. 

Suddenly the audience went crazy with the women laughing, jeering, and yelling loudly. Ross turned in time to see a single thin stringy rope like jet of sperm shoot from the tip of his already huge cock head. The male on the floor had completely let go of his now jerking cock and was rocked back on his knees, cock thrust out as it shot several smaller spurts out onto the carpet. Within a few seconds it was over, the slave gasping and panting as his cock quickly deflated. The women went wild, clapping and cheering for the spent male slave. He smiled and lay down on the floor, legs spread wide as his still huge but soft cock lay flatly on his stomach. Ross turned to see Darcy and Sun'Li staring and watching the finale. They both looked at each other and grinned. 

Almost immediately, two security officers came out into the arena and unchained the happy looking male. He was led to a hallway door and escorted out. Within seconds, two women got up and followed closely behind the two security officers. 

"See what I mean?" Mistress Francesca said with a grin. "He is in demand, but I don't know what they do with him. Such an excess of fabulous meat," she said as she shook her head and laughed. Ross watched as another of the Mistress's scantily clad female slaves came out to the arena and cleaned up the still obvious evidence left by the male slave. The female guests all began moving around and talking, while some got up to get more refreshments. 

"I think this would be a good time to get started," the Mistress said to Sun'Li. Sun'Li turned to Darcy and held out a heavy gold colored chain. Darcy smiled and turned to Sun'Li, allowing her to wrap the chain around her wrists, restraining them in front of her. They both turned and slowly walked into the arena, Darcy with her head down like a captive. Immediately there was a hush as audience members turned and watched, several of them hurrying back to their seats. With each step that Darcy took, the chain mail would move back and forth, giving the audience members a quick glimpse of her smooth skinned pubic area. They all were familiar with Darcy and couldn't wait to see her luscious body or what she would do next. She was already a legend at the Mistress' house. 

Even in the dimly lit room, the guests leaned forward, craning to catch a better glimpse of Darcy, even if just a nipple or her pussy. She was more than popular and they loved her. Sun'Li lead Darcy to the center of the room and pushed her roughly to the floor. Darcy appeared angry and defiant. With exaggerated force, Sun'Li positioned Darcy on the floor, sitting upright but on her butt with her knees bent and her legs out, the long chain mail draped between her spread legs. As Darcy appeared to struggle to get up, Sun'Li slapped her hard across the face. Nothing was said, but Darcy glared back at Sun'Li, the fear and the defiance obvious on her upturned face. Sun'Li glared back and pushed Darcy back onto a pile of pillows on the floor. Unable to get up, Darcy struggled as Sun'Li quickly undid the chain and pulled Darcy's hands back over her head and fastened them to a bolt in the floor. Darcy's upper body was stretched back, arms over her head, her full breasts heaving seductively as she struggled. With Darcy secured to the floor bolt, Sun'Li stood back and surveyed the helpless female captive. 

"This is getting good," Ross whispered to Mistress Francesca. Ross couldn't help but see the gorgeous Darcy as so sexually arousing. He could feel the sensations in his cock as he continued to watch. 

"Look at the audience," Mistress Francesca whispered back. Ross noticed for the first time, that the women were all hushed, all staring and watching what was unfolding in front of them. They weren't cheering, yelling or even talking. All eyes were on the center of the arena. They were spellbound. 

Neither Sun'Li nor Darcy spoke a word. All communication was through movement or a glance or just a look. Sun'Li was also more than sexually appealing. Her body movements were sexually aggressive. She posed and stood, allowing the audience to get a good view of her sexuality also. This gorgeous oriental female that they had not seen before, was fascinating to several members of the audience. Sun'Li slowly moved around behind Darcy and undid the chain that held up the neck and top of Darcy's costume. The front of Darcy's gown immediately dropped to her tiny waist, giving everyone the sight of her full and rounded breasts. Her nipples were already engorged and erect. It was obvious to the audience that Darcy was aroused by her captivity and treatment. Sun'Li leaned down and gently began to fondle one nipple of Darcy's breast. Rolling it between her thumb and forefinger, Sun'Li only smiled cruelly as Darcy's head rolled back in obvious arousal. 




The New Slave Ch. 52



"Enjoying the show?" Mistress Francesca whispered to Ross. Her hand reached out and gently grasped the swollen cock head, beginning to slowly rub it between her fingers. 

"Yes," Ross moaned, never taking his eyes off of the center of the arena. 

"Obviously," she said with a grin as she felt the pre cum smear onto her fingertips, from the tip of his cock head. Ross watched in fascination as Sun'Li continued to use her fingers on Darcy. 

By this time, Darcy's head was back, her slender neck exposed and open as Sun'Li enjoyed the torment that she was inflicting. Darcy's nipples were painfully erect. Sun'Li positioned herself over the restrained Darcy, her feet planted in between Darcy's semi open thighs. After several moments of toying with Darcy's nipples, Sun'Li pushed outward with her bare foot, causing Darcy's legs to spread farther apart. Sun'Li stepped back and again used her foot to push open Darcy's legs even farther. Darcy only moaned as she helplessly opened wider. Sun'Li immediately bent down and clamped an ankle restraint onto Darcy's Left ankle. Startled and now aware of what was happening to her, Darcy struggled to sit upright. Sun'Li planted her feet on the insides of Darcy's thighs, holding her open while she bent down and attached the other ankle restraint to her right ankle. Both restraints were already fastened securely to the floor, completely holding Darcy in an open posture. Sun'Li then gathered up all of the chain mail that had been hiding Darcy's lower body and pulled it from her struggling form. She tossed it into a heap beside Darcy. 

The audience was becoming more engrossed with the show. They were use to seeing Darcy fight male slaves and take them as she wanted, for her own sexual pleasure. Now, they were seeing something totally different. Their champion was the one that was being taken. They weren't use to this, but they were more than enjoying the turn around in sex play. 

Sun'Li stood up slowly, surveying her victim as she slowly reached down and unfastened the chain around her waist. Slowly, she let the chain mail fall from her waist, unveiling the smooth skinned moist area hidden underneath it. She stood staring at the helpless Darcy as she reached up and undid the neck of her top and removed it, tossing it to the side. Standing totally nude, Sun'Li smiled as the audience went wild. The female guests were all applauding and talking now, watching the events unfolding in front of them. Sun'Li's nipples were protruding, indicating her aroused fascination with the event. She smiled as she stood, one leg slightly bent at the knee, exposing more of her pussy for the audience. She glared at Darcy. 

"I'm not sure this can get any better," Ross said in a whisper to Mistress Francesca. 

"Oh, I'm sure it can. With all of this going on, and then you enter the arena for your part..." she said, her words trailing off. She turned and smiled at him, her hand still holding onto his cock. She enjoyed the feeling of it pulsing in her hand. The slick pre cum that coated her fingers only confirmed what she was feeling from the vein bulging in his cock. Ross was staring at the two women in the arena. 

Sun'Li stood just long enough to whet the audience's sexual appetite. Letting them view her nude form gave them enough to sate them for a few moments. She knelt down on all fours between Darcy's spread legs. She moved her face down and slowly brought it up Darcy's creamy thigh, stopping just over her pubic mound. In an exaggerated movement, Sun'Li leaned down just an inch or so above Darcy's mound and breathed in deeply. The look on Sun'Li's face appeared to be one of pure ecstasy. She moved down farther and gave Darcy's outer pussy lips a long soft lick. You could hear a pin drop in the arena. The audience was totally silent. Darcy immediately let out a soft whimper, somewhat like a fearful moan. Sun'Li's head jerked up, the anger visible on her face.

"I don't want to hear any sounds out of you. Quiet!" Sun'Li demanded in a loud voice. The audience even jumped as they heard the first words spoken in the entire performance. Darcy looked shocked as she stared back at her captor. Sun'Li stared back at her for several moments and then closing her eyes, leaned down and began another slow lick of Darcy's over sensitized pussy lips. Darcy let out another soft moan as she felt the erotic sensations erupt through her vaginal area.

"You don't listen, do you slave?" Sun'Li said, almost yelling. The audience jumped again, not prepared for a loud outburst. Sun'Li rose up and crawled up the length of Darcy's body, retrieving a mouth gag from under a pillow next to Darcy's head. Sun'Li smiled as she sat straddling Darcy's chest and quickly fastened the gag around Darcy's head and secured it over her mouth. Darcy struggled but could do nothing as Sun'Li silenced her. Sun'Li slowly stood up over Darcy and moved back down to her feet. Bending down, she pulled the tethered lines on the ankle restraints tighter, forcing Darcy's legs farther apart. Darcy resisted but could do nothing as she felt her thighs spread further and held open. Again Sun'Li stood above the captive female and smiled as she watched her struggle against the restraints. 

"I know of a punishment that will teach you silence," Sun'Li hissed. She turned and left the arena, leaving the audience to sit and watch the struggling Darcy. Being totally nude, Darcy struggled against her restraints, pulling with her arms and legs, only exposing her moistened sex even more. The audience could now easily see that she was more than swollen and moist between her legs. It was obvious that she was in a high state of arousal. 

"I believe that she's ready," Sun'Li said to Mistress Francesca with a big grin. 

"All of my guests are going to remember this night for a long time," the Mistress said with a knowing smile. 

"Turn around," Sun'Li said to Ross. Turning his back to her, Sun'Li wrapped a length of chain around Ross' wrists, binding them behind him. "This is going to be fun. But remember one thing. You must let me know before you cum," Sun'Li said as she finished his chained wrists. 

"I hope that I can do that," Ross said as he looked at Mistress Francesca. Her eyes were alternating between his wrists being chained and his swollen cock sticking out so much. She was more than enjoying the back stage show. 

"Well, you have to do it. At least try and give me a few seconds warning. I want the audience to see that you're cumming," she said turning him back around towards her. He was sticking out far enough that his cock slapped against her hip as she spun him around. She glanced down at the smear on her hip and than back up at him with a frown. He nodded at her. "And I do have one last thing that the guests are going to love. I noticed earlier that you are pierced," she said as she went to a nearby cabinet. Opening it, she rummaged around for a few moments till she found what she as looking for. She pulled out a metal chain dog leash and looked at the metal clip end of it. She reached down and grasped Ross' cock by the base and bent it upward, examining the underside near the already hugely swollen head. 

"A leash?" Ross said, not sure if she was thinking the same thing that he was already fearing. 

"This should fit nicely," she said as she unsnapped the clip on one end of the leash. She held his cock firmly and placed the small spring loaded pin snap up to the piercing hole and released it. It snapped shut, held firmly in place attached to the end of his cock. 

"And, no male slave is complete without this," Mistress Francesca said as she held up the custom fitted chain mail costume bottom for Ross. Ross hadn't mentioned it, hoping that she had forgotten it after the incident with Tawny and Lacey. She hadn't. "Slip this on him. It will only incite the guests," she said as she handed it to Sun'Li. Sun'Li smiled as she held it up and looked right through it. 

"Doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it. I don't think I've ever seen one with a pouch this big," she said as she quickly had Ross step into the one leg and then fasten the other leg at the hip. As swollen as he was, it didn't fit very well. It was sticking straight out in the front. The attached leash was hanging out from one of the leg openings. Sun'Li tugged slightly on the leash and headed toward the door to the arena. It had only been about a minute and the guests were still ogling the nude writhing Darcy as she struggled vainly against the restraints. 

Sun'Li slowly lead Ross into the room and paraded him around the outer area of the arena, within feet of the seated guests. All of their eyes were on the leash that lead up into the tiny chain mail costume that barely covered Ross. His erection was obvious as he walked closely behind Sun'Li. She would occasionally tug on the leash, causing him to wince as he followed her. She led him to the pillows next to Darcy's head and shoved him roughly to the floor. He dropped to his knees, right beside Darcy's head. She kept the leash in her hand as she walked over to the other side of Darcy's head. Leaning down, she grabbed Darcy's chin and jerked her face toward her. 

"So, have you leaned to be silent?" Sun'Li said loudly. Darcy struggled against her restraints; her legs open to the view of all the guests. Several of them had actually switched seats so that they could look right in between her thighs. By this time, the outer lips of her swollen pussy were oozing a clear slick fluid, allowing all of them to see that she was aroused. Darcy shook her head hard up and down, indicating that she had learned her lesson, a look of fear on her face.

"Well, we'll just see about that," Sun'Li said as she walked back to the feet of the restrained Darcy. She knelt down between Darcy's splayed thighs and leaned down on all fours. Resting for a moment she eased herself down and again took a long obvious smell of Darcy before looking up at Darcy and smiling. She then leaned down and gave a long slow lick to the swollen lips. Darcy struggled for a moment but then settled down. Sun'Li again moved her tongue over Darcy's outer lips and again waited for a reaction. Darcy again struggled as if trying to get away from the oral advances of Sun'Li. 

"Hold still," Sun'Li commanded the captive Darcy. Sun'Li then leaned down and pushed her tongue out, her mouth inching closer and closer towards Darcy's more than exposed fleshy mound. Her tongue darted downward, licking gently on the over sensitive clit. Darcy immediately let out a long moan and raised her hips upward to meet Sun'Li's mouth. Sun'Li's head shot up, staring at Darcy. Darcy's hips were continuing to move, pushing upward as if wanting more. Darcy's breathing had become erratic and a soft whimper escaped her throat when her pussy could not find Sun'Li's mouth. 

"I warned you," Sun'Li yelled out loud. She immediately got up from her hands and knees and crawled over to Ross. She stood him up from his kneeling position and tugged outward on the leash. With one hand, she quickly undid the snap on the chain mail at his hip and let it drop to the floor. There was an immediate audible gasp from the collective guests as his cock bounced from the skimpy covering. Then there was a lot of excited talking and applause. It was apparent that they approved of Sun'Li's actions. Sun'Li tugged on the leash, pulling Ross' cock outward toward Darcy. Darcy's eyes grew big as she saw the massive meat stick only inches from her face. 

"You won't be whimpering with this in your mouth," Sun'Li said as she tugged Ross closer to the captured Darcy. With Ross' overly sensitive cock head, it only aggravated the condition and caused the itch inside of his cock to become more extreme. He could feel his cock head swell up even more. Sun'Li quickly reached down and deftly unsnapped the leash from his cock. It bounced several times as she freed it from the metal chain. You could hear collective "ahhh's" from the audience. Sun'Li grabbed Ross' butt cheek and shoved him forward, his cock pushing up against Darcy's gag covered mouth. She turned her head away quickly, resisting hard. Sun'Li reached up and jerked the gag away from Darcy's mouth. 

"Oh, no you don't," Sun'Li hissed as she jumped up and moved to Darcy's head. She knelt down on the other side of Darcy and grasped her head in her hands. She then positioned her hands on either side of Darcy's face and pried open her mouth with her fingers. Darcy continued to struggle as Sun'Li held her mouth open and forced her head closer and closer to Ross' massive organ. Ross held still as Darcy's mouth came into contact with his cock head. Instantly, Darcy closed her mouth around the sex organ as Sun'Li pulled her fingers out. Sun'Li held Darcy's head and jerked it back and forth as Ross' cock slid in and out of the warm and wet orifice. After several moments of this, Sun'Li let go of Darcy. The guests watched in astonishment as Darcy's mouth continued to quickly bob up and down on Ross's cock.

"Are you feeling it? Are you gonna cum?" Sun'Li whispered to Ross, as the guests remained mesmerized at what they were seeing. 

"No, I'm not gonna cum, but I can definitely feel it. It's good," Ross whispered to her as he began to get into the act. He thrust his head back and groaned loudly. In the kneeling position as he was, he spread his knees apart farther and fed Darcy more of his organ. He began to slowly thrust in sync with her head bobbing. Darcy was actually gulping him down, slurping sounds coming from her for the benefit of the audience. 

Sun'Li smiled and quickly crawled in between Darcy's outstretched legs. Her face immediately went back between her thighs as she planted her mouth on Darcy's pussy. Darcy jerked hard as she felt the warm mouth totally engulf her pussy lips, sucking hungrily. As sensitive as she was, she was quickly approaching orgasm. There was enough slack in the ankle restraints that she could pull with her legs, bringing her knees up a few inches. There was just enough movement in her legs that it was obvious that she was trying to clutch at Sun'Li to hold her face there. She was fast approaching a very intense orgasm. She didn't have to act; she was about to be forced into cumming. She was pulling hard enough with her legs that her feet were completely off the floor, arched and her toes pointed. 

Ross was gently thrusting in and out of Darcy's sucking mouth. He was feeling very good but nowhere near cumming. He knew it and could afford to act. He thrust his hips out, groaned, moaned, and jerked his body as Darcy continued to suck on him, alternating between deep-throating him and hungrily sucking on just the saliva covered head. 

Seeing that Darcy was so close to cumming, Sun'Li continued her attack on the quivering mound between her wide spread legs. Her legs were tensed up and quivering as Sun'Li leaned down and literally devoured Darcy's pussy. Darcy jumped and began to pant, her erratic breathing and whimpering only muffled by Ross' cock. Sun'Li concentrated her tongue and sucking on Darcy's clit. It only took a few seconds before Darcy cried out loudly, opening her mouth and jerking away from Ross' cock as her pussy exploded in orgasm. She shook and jerked hard, pushing up against Sun'Li's devouring mouth. Sun'Li wouldn't relinquish the oral hold on Darcy's pulsing clit. By this point, Darcy had no desire to have anything in her mouth; she was enjoying the orgasmic bliss that was erupting through her lower body. Within a few moments, she slumped back down to the carpet and moaned while her body attempted to settle back.

Without any prompting, Ross took Darcy's orgasm as a signal to begin on her. As soon as he rose up to move around her, Sun'Li saw what he was doing and clamped her mouth down on Darcy's engorged pussy. Still quivering from her orgasm, Darcy's pussy continued to respond as Sun'Li licked furiously at the very swollen clit. Darcy almost immediately began to start a second orgasm, her hands clutching wildly as her back arched hard, grinding against Sun'Li's face. Ross moved up behind Sun'Li as he saw Darcy begin to slump down, this time, nearing exhaustion. 

"Can you cum?" Sun'Li whispered to Ross as he moved next to her. She spoke in such a hushed tone that no one except Ross even heard her.

"Easily, probably within seconds," he said, almost in a pant. He eased up toward Darcy as Sun'Li quickly crawled up her body and off of her, making room for Ross. Sun'Li's lips went immediately to Darcy's where she glued her mouth to Darcy and began kissing her hard and passionately. Darcy moaned, trying to catch her breath. Her body was still finishing with her last orgasm as Ross knelt between her outstretched thighs. He eased up to her putting his cock head against her wet and very swollen pussy lips. Nudging into her, she jerked, gasping for air and jerking away from Sun'Li. She looked down at Ross with her eyes open wide in surprise. She cried out and began to struggle hard as she felt him begin to slowly push into her. With both of them being enhanced, they were both swollen. Entering her was actually becoming more than difficult. 

Darcy groaned and then cried out, her body thrashing against the restraints as Ross' cock head punched through her over sensitive fleshy opening. He continued to push firmly into her as she jerked hard, her butt coming completely up off of the floor. Even Sun'Li looked surprised as Darcy began to struggle harder, gasping for air and crying out. Her legs were jerking and pulling, trying to free herself as Ross slowly sunk his fully thickened length into her. He settled back, enjoying her tightness and hot wetness as he gently began pumping in and out of her, slowly at first and then quickly gaining speed. It had been less than a minute but Sun'Li could see that both Ross was about to cum and that Darcy was already beginning another orgasm. 

"Ohhhhhh, Unnnggghhh, Unnnggghhh, " Darcy cried out, panting as her head jerked back and her bare shoulders arched hard off of the floor. She was jerking hard, her legs shaking and pulling as Ross thrust hard in and out of her. Most of the audience was standing up now, wanting to see every little detail of the two animals fucking. She was actually grunting and panting, grinding herself down on Ross' cock as he pumped in and out of her. She was cumming hard as Ross suddenly felt her pussy muscles clamp down on his cock in a vice like grip. Sun'Li saw that Ross was about to pop inside of her. Sun'Li quickly moved from Darcy and positioned herself behind the kneeling Ross. 

"Ungh, ungh, ungh," Ross panted as he felt his balls boiling up inside, about to spurt hard. The fact of being so swollen and the ring that encircled his trapped genitals was putting pressure on his organs, making his impending orgasm more intense. He wasn't going to cum, he was going to explode. Sun'Li knew the signs and quickly reached down under him, between his outstretched thighs. Grasping the base of his cock, she could feel his thrusting in and out of Darcy, his muscles flexing and quivering, as he was about to pump out his sperm. She leaned around his side, watching to see what was happening. Several of the audience got up and moved closer to the writhing slaves, wanting a better view of the action. 

"Unnnnngggggghhhhhhhh," he groaned loudly one time as he felt his cock erupt violently deep inside of Darcy. He thrust as deep as he could, holding it there as he felt the hot cum blast from his cock. Knowing that he was cumming, Sun'Li grasped his cock hard and squeezed, in essence stopping the massive flood that was pouring from him. She jerked back on him, forcing his cock to jerk out of Darcy. As soon as his cock head cleared her vaginal entrance, she relaxed her grip on him and watched as a strong gush of white milky cream spurt from his cock all the way up to the pillows under Darcy's head. The blast of warm male milk splattered onto Darcy's face and hair and onto the surrounding pillows. The female audience went crazy as they watched the spurting organ erupt with such amount and intensity. 




The New Slave Ch. 52



"Unnnnngggggghhhhhhhh," Ross cried out a second time as he felt the rhythmic contractions build and begin to shoot out another long flowing spurt of cum. Sun'Li knew how males functioned and for the sake of the audience, she immediately rammed his cock back into Darcy's gooey entrance. He was just beginning to spurt the second blast as his cock head disappeared inside of Darcy's swollen and red pussy. Doing this, Sun' Li was assured that the audience could see that Ross was actually cumming and that the sperm was actually going deep into Darcy's spasming pussy. They were in awe as he shot more and more deep into her hungry cavity. Darcy's arched back and jerking, along with the obvious cumming of Ross, the audience knew that there was no holding back on either of them. He was actually depositing his sperm inside the captive Darcy. The aroused audience was almost silent as they watched. Ross remained deeply embedded inside of Darcy as he felt himself fully pump out into her. He could feel her pussy sucking on his cock as the last of the contractions emptied him. He finally fell forward, resting on the panting Darcy. 

Sun'Li just smiled as she released her grip on the base of his cock. It was easy to see that both Darcy and Ross were spent, his cock still embedded in her. Audience members were now moving around behind the still connected pair, just to see him still in her. They could also see the obvious creamy thickness oozing from her overstuffed pussy. There was a growing puddle on the carpet between her legs where cum was still running down her butt. Within a few moments, Ross' cock slowly slid out of Darcy's gooey entrance, still partially hard but quickly softening. Members of the audience were pointing and talking in hushed tones as they continued to watch the two spent slaves. Sun'Li just sat and smiled, watching the crowd as they slowly began to applaud and cheer. The guests had loved it and were now excited, having viewed the finale. It had been an unbelievable show for the audience. 

"I think you've done enough damage here," Sun'Li said to Ross with a grin. She helped Ross up and immediately led him to a hallway and away from the Arena. As he walked out, the guests were watching him and his gooey and wagging cock. A few of them reached out and touched it, grasping it, like some kind of keepsake of the moment. He looked back once to see Darcy, still on her back, her legs lolling to each side, wide open. Some of the female guests were pointing between her legs. A steady stream of cum was leaking out of her still gaping pussy. Darcy was more than spent. 



The New Slave Ch. 53



Chapter 53, Morgan's Present: a Male Slave

Ross was quickly picked up by security as Sun'Li led him from the arena. They took him to a holding area and locked him in the comfortably equipped sitting room. It was obviously for male slaves, being that there was nothing in the room except comfortable cushy chairs and two couches. He sat back on the couch, catching his breath. Security had removed the chain from his bound wrists. They didn't want him to keep them, fearing that he might use them as a weapon or a means to escape. He relaxed and enjoyed the quiet and the sensations that were still evident in his very used genitals. 

"That was unbelievable," Mistress Francesca said as she rushed into the room. "I don't think in all the time we've had shows here, that I have seen anything that hot," she said as she rushed over to Ross. She was carrying his loincloth that had been discarded earlier. She tossed it to him, which he immediately used to cover himself. She immediately pulled it from him and tossed it beside him, with a grin. He was slumped down comfortably in the deep couch. She immediately sat down beside him, her hand resting high up on his inner thigh. 

"Glad that you enjoyed it. I don't think you got any of the benefits, like I did," he said with a laugh. 

"Oh, I benefited. I think it was my guests that benefited the most, maybe even more than you or Darcy. I have never seen Darcy fucked to the point that she couldn't move. I think you fucked her to unconsciousness," she said with a laugh. She reached out and gently rubbed his still sticky cock with her fingertips. She brought them up to her nose. "I can even smell Darcy on you. Distinctive aroma, wouldn't you say," she asked with a grin. She put her fingers under Ross' nose. He smiled and gently slid his fingers into her gown from the open hip side. Slowly feeling across her hipbone, his finger brushed over her pubic mound. She stiffened and her head rolled back as she enjoyed the touch. His fingers crept deeper between her thighs till he felt her wetness. His finger eased into the warm wet folds and played with her for a moment.

"I guess you did find some entertainment in the show," he said as his finger eased into her.

"Oh, more than you'd think," she said with a laugh. She grabbed at his hand, pulling it from under her gown. "Don't get me started. You have somewhere to be and right now I could play with you for hours and hours. There's a gorgeous young woman that is waiting for you. Besides, I don't think that you're exactly ready at the moment," she said as she glanced down between his legs. His cock was slick and shiny with a mix of cum and Darcy's own bodily fluids on him. He was also about half hard. 

"I didn't see Morgan in the crowd. I guess that's a good thing, considering that I'm to go to her bed now," Ross said as he sat back in the deep couch and rested.

"Oh, on the contrary. She saw the entire show and she's more than hot right now. She watched the entire thing. I saw her. She seemed mesmerized, if that is the right word," the Mistress said with a laugh. "I guess that she is part voyeur too. Matter of fact, she requested that you be brought to her room as soon as possible, as you are. I'm surprised at that, but that is what she said. She wants you just like you are," she added. 

"You're kidding?" Ross said, looking down at himself. His pubic hair was matted and slick from Darcy's wet pussy grinding against him. His cock was sticky and still wet from all of the exchanged sexual fluids. 

"Nope. That's what she said. She and I had both discussed it. There had been plans on you being with Darcy in the show. Immediately after that, you'd be cleaned up, by some of my very attractive slaves, and then rushed off to meet Morgan in her room. But she just caught me in the hall and said she wants you right now. I have a feeling that she wants to groom you for her own self. Obviously, she has her own plans," she said seriously. 

"It could be a little while before I'm ready to go again. You might say that I've had a busy evening so far," he said with a laugh.

"I suspect that you've had busy evenings, ever since Doctor Sherry first picked you up. Would that be a wrong assumption?" she asked with a grin. 

"No, not really," he said.

"Come on, she's waiting for you," the Mistress said as she stood up and headed toward the door. Ross immediately stood up, grabbed his loincloth and followed her. "I don't think you'll be needing that. Leave it here; I'll get it back to you later. Besides, I like the view as that thing flops back and forth when you're walking," she said with a laugh. He reluctantly dropped it back onto the couch. He didn't mind the total nudity in the company of a woman, but he wasn't use to just walking around the building nude, especially in front of guests and security officers. 

The Mistress escorted Ross down a long hallway that led to the rear of the huge house. There, they entered a private elevator that took them to the 3rd floor. Mistress Francesca led Ross down another long hallway till they reached a room where the Mistress produced a key. She stood near the door and handed Ross the key, smiling at him.

"Be gentle with her. She's been waiting for this night for a very long time," the Mistress said quietly.

"I promise to be gentle. You forget that I have already met her and liked her from the very first moment. She was very kind to me, the first time I came here and in several different ways," Ross said.

"Oh, I don't think that 'kind' is the word that I would use. She has told me all about that first encounter, many times," the Mistress said with a laugh. "I think that your size impressed her, if not that you were the first male that she ever touched. That few moments of sexual play with you will last in her mind forever. I say to be gentle, not in a physical way, but in an emotional way. She's a very soft feminine creature, almost shy and timid. I've become very close to her in the past few months," the Mistress said seriously.

"Emotional way and not a physical way? I just assumed that you meant that because she is a virgin," Ross questioned. 

"I wouldn't exactly say that she's still a virgin. Since she has been waiting to have a date with you since that first time you met, you might say that she has been practicing for you," the Mistress said with a soft laugh. "She and I have become very close. She's told me a lot and we've talked about a lot. She wanted to prepare for you, to make the time memorable for both of you. Most women can't afford the price that a male rents for. I'll admit this to you and I don't want you to repeat it, but Morgan could never even come close to affording the price. If she saved for a few years, she might be able to rent a male for a night and that's if his rental price was really low. And that's barely a maybe," she explained seriously.

"I didn't know. I'm not exactly on the business end of these transactions," Ross said with a laugh.

"I'd say that's the business end, if you asked me," she said with a laugh, nodding toward his erection which was showing signs of new life. He was still stuffed into the metal jewelry ring that encompassed his genitals. He was still very hard and very thick. The conversation had turned serious and neither of them liked it. This was a quick way to laugh about it. 

"I like Morgan a lot. I think that she is one of the most beautiful women that I've seen here. I wouldn't think of hurting her, in any way," Ross said seriously.

"I was just explaining to you, since you didn't know. Don't get me wrong; she's not technically a virgin anymore. She has been enjoying herself since your last meeting, but not with any males. You might say that she has learned a lot about 'artificial means' of sexual play. She has become very sexual in the past few years. She's also learned a lot by coming and watching my shows. To my knowledge, she's never taken a male that's been here, or even been with any of the females that are more than wanting to spend time with her," Mistress Francesca explained.

"I understand what you're saying," Ross replied.

"She's not your run of the mill sex fiend, like you're accustomed to seeing here," she said softly. It almost sounded like an apology.

"I'll be nice to her, gentle with her, and hopefully, entertaining to her," Ross said.

"I have no doubt that you'll be entertaining," the Mistress said smiling and glancing down at his cock. She reached down and patted the hard meat. "I think she'll be very entertained," she said. She's expecting you, so go ahead. And Ross, don't forget," she said seriously.

"What?" he asked as he looked back at her.

"Don't forget to actually enjoy yourself too," she said with a grin. 

"I don't seem to have had that problem lately," he said back to her with a grin. 

He quietly put the key into the locked door and turned the knob. As he entered the room and closed and locked the door behind him, it took several moments for his eyes to become accustomed to the softly lit room. There were lit candles placed all around the spacious room, the scents of so many permeated the lavishly decorated area. Having seen Mistress Francesca's bedroom, Ross thought that this room was decorated in the same opulent manner, except that this room was smaller. It was luxuriant and comfortably furnished with deep couches and chairs. The carpets were deep plush wool and very expensive, heavy drapes hung from the floor to ceiling windows. 

As his eyes became accustomed to the room, he could see Morgan lying on the huge bed. He was immediately stirred by her appearance. The last time he saw her she was gorgeous and more than sexually arousing in a very stylish gown. But this time, he was stunned by how much more of those qualities were evident in her. She lay on the bed, her long legs stretched out as she rested on one elbow, her eyes following him as he entered the room. She was smiling. 

"I've waited a long time for this moment," she said softly.

"You look incredible," he said before she cut him off. 

"Shhhhh, don't say anything," she said as she slowly sat up on the bed. Ross easily remembered her from the first time that they had met. She looked incredible then but now she was so much more arousing and beautiful. She sat for a moment on the bed, watching him, her legs stretched out in a way that accented them. She was darkly tanned, contrasted by the tiny but pure white tight corset that she wore. It was made of white satin, adorned with pearls, and was elegant and extremely arousing at the same time. The corset showed her tiny waist and then opened as it went up her body to show off her full breasts. It was cut low enough that the top of each areola was visible. She wore a matching white satin thong and a pair of white thigh high stockings. Barefooted, she silently rose and walked across the room to meet Ross. 

"It hasn't been that long since we saw each other last. I didn't think that you'd even remember me," he said as she walked up to him. 

"How could I not remember you? As little as we did and the short time that we were together, I could easily say that you were my first male. I should be the one that wonders if you forgot me. It's only a few moments in time, but I'll never forget it," she said as she put her arms around his neck and pressed into him. Her mouth moved up to his, kissing him softly on the lips. She leaned back and looked at him, and then kissed him again softly. 

"You look unbelievable, absolutely gorgeous," he said as he kissed her back, softly.

"Do you really like it?" she asked innocently. "I wanted you to like me. Mistress Francesca picked this out. She said that you'd really like it," she said as she glanced down at her corset and stockings. 

"I love it. Can't you tell?" he said smiling. He was being sincere. She did look fabulous.

"I hope this is for me," she said shyly, her hand reaching down and grasping his jeweled cock with her small hand. She held onto it, squeezing softly, a soft moan escaping her. 

"Looking as beautiful as you are, and with what you're wearing? How could I not be excited to see you?" he answered sincerely. She kissed him softly on the lips again. 

"You really do like it? You're not just saying that? I've been around quite a few of the male entertainment slaves and they're very good with words," she said as she leaned back and stepped away from him. 

"Oh yes, more than you can imagine," he said with a smile as he looked down at the skimpy covering. He couldn't decide what looked better, the stockings, the white satin thong, or the corset that best showed her unbelievable figure. 

"Good. Then the Mistress was right. She was sure that you'd like it," she said with a smile. 

"I like it a lot," he said as he moved closer to her and kissed her. After several moments she stepped back and took his hand, leading him to the bed. She held his hand as she lay down, scooting across to the middle of the huge bed. He stopped at the edge of the bed.

"I was told that you watched the entire show with me and Darcy. So you know what I've been doing. I really should get cleaned up first," he said hesitating. It was obvious to Ross that this was a special occasion to Morgan. He wanted it to be a lasting memory. 

"Ummm, yes, I saw the show. After watching you and Darcy, I didn't want to wait. I wanted you right then," she said, almost breathlessly. By this time, her eyes were on the sticky slick area between his legs. She pulled on his hand tighter, pulling him onto the bed. He knelt in front of her, his knees spread wide as her eyes remained fixed on his cock, examining it.

"I'm sure that I smell like sex," he said with embarrassment. 

"You smell fabulous. I've been to a lot of the Mistresses' shows. I know what that smell is. I think that it's an stimulating aroma," she said with a smile, looking up at him. "If you're worried, please don't be. I don't mind that a bit," she said seriously. She looked as if she were worried about his reaction. 

"I didn't choose to be with Darcy. The Mistress rented me. I didn't have much to say about that. But if given a choice, I definitely would choose to be with you," he said sincerely. She just smiled at him, her hand slowly moving to his cock. 

"Does that hurt? It looks almost painful," she said as her fingertips felt the heavy metal ring that encompassed his cock and balls. Her fingertips barely touched his taut hard organ but the feeling was beginning to return. It felt electrifying as her fingernails brushed against his cock head. "Do you want to take it off? I think it makes you look huge but in a good way," she quickly added with a grin. 

"I don't think that it can come off, at least not for a while," he said quietly. 

"That's ok. I like it. It looks sexy and make you look more virile than you normally do," she said laughing. She softly felt the base of his cock and squeezed gently. She continued to hold onto it as she leaned down her face only inches from it. She glanced up at him and smiled. Her head moved downward as she gently sucked the head into her warm mouth. Ross moaned as he felt her tongue move against the sensitive underside of his cock. She continued gently sucking him for several moments and then leaned back, as if to inspect him. She looked closely at his cock for several moments. "You even taste good. I assume that's what Darcy tastes like. Many of the women here have enjoyed her, but I haven't," she said with a big grin. 

"That's a good thing. I don't think that you and Darcy have anything in common. You're both in two different worlds," he said to her. She immediately frowned as she glanced up at him. "No, that's a compliment. The women here may think she is something really special, but as a male, she's definitely not my type," he tried to explain. 

"Am I your type?" she asked innocently. Ross could tell that she was asking a sincere question and already worried about the answer. 

"Oh yes, definitely," he quickly answered. She smiled up at him and then moved her mouth back to his cock. He held still while she continued to suck on him, her tongue swirling around the head. After several moments, he could feel both of her hands move up his inner thighs as her hands gently felt his balls. She squeezed softly, feeling each one, almost as if she was doing an exam on his body. 

"You'd be surprised at how long I've been wanting this," she said as she rose up and quickly leaned back. She lay back on the bed and brought her knees up, quickly slipping the satin thong over her shapely hips and down her stocking legs. It was as if she were suddenly in a hurry. Ross was more than aroused. Her dark tan was deep except for a tiny area where there had been pubic hair. She was freshly shaved and smooth skinned. Her pussy lips were distended, a slight hot pink tint to them from increased blood flow. She was obviously very lubricated, the moistness obvious on her inner thighs. It was his turn now as he slowly reached out and gently moved his finger along the outer edges of one vaginal lip, barely touching it. Her response was immediate as her head tilted back and she moaned softly. By this time, the tiny corset could not contain her breasts, her nipples now hard and erect, sticking out over the top of the satiny material. 

"You have an unbelievable body and so responsive too," he whispered as he moved his finger to the other pussy lip, feeling the heavy clear fluid that covered it. She moaned but held still as he continued to explore into her. His finger moved further, spreading the lips as he gently made his way to her entrance. He put his other arm around her neck, pulling her toward him. Holding her closely, he whispered into her ear. "Relax, I too have been waiting a long time for this moment," he said as he slowly eased his finger into the tight warmth. As the tip of his finger pushed into her, she whimpered, her body quivering with the anticipation. They both knew that she wouldn't last. 

"Oh Ross," she moaned as she quickly moved her knees wider apart, settling back and getting comfortable. Her body was tense, but she wasn't moving. They both knew that she would cum easily. Ross knew that this was an important moment for both of them. He didn't want her to cum by using his finger. He gently pulled his fingertip out. Her eyes flashed open. "No, don't stop now!" she breathed heavily.

"I'm not," he said as he quickly lay down on the bed, flat on his back. He grasped her shoulders, pulling her down on top of him. She didn't need lessons as she quickly maneuvered her body over his, her knees planted firmly against his sides. She straightened up and reached down between her legs, grasping the meaty cock. She maneuvered it around the outside of her entrance, quickly lubricating it. She held the base firmly, as she slowly eased down onto him, his flared cock head poised at her tight entrance. 

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned as they both felt the head push into the tight wet opening. She paused for a moment, her breathing coming in short gasps. She eased down only a little further, feeling herself spreading open for him. "Oh Ross," she groaned softly as she slowly became accustomed to his size opening her up. Her entire body shook as she held that position for a few moments. Ross lay still, watching her as she took a deep breath and held it, inching down further onto him. As good as it felt Ross knew that he was nowhere near cumming. He could actually sit and watch as she enjoyed herself. She eased further down, about half of his full length inside of her. She began to shake again, her breathing coming in a fast pant. He could feel her vaginal muscles tighten up, then relax, and then tighten again. He knew she was there when she let out a gasp and held onto his shoulders tightly. Her body tensed up hard as she groaned and let out a gasp. He could feel her pussy beginning to spasm as the orgasm rolled outward through her belly and her thighs. She held onto him tightly for several moments and then fell forward panting, her face against his neck. Her pussy was quivering as he held her tightly and enjoyed the sensations that she was still enjoying. 




The New Slave Ch. 53



"Ungh, ungh, ungh," she moaned, her face buried in his neck. His cock was still hard and embedded about half way into her. It felt as if her body was frozen there, not moving, just the hard breathing. He could feel her vaginal muscles relaxing, slowly beginning to relax around his thick invading organ. Slowly but surely, he could tell that she was opening up to accommodate his size. Her legs relaxed, slowly moving down his body till she was completely stretched out and relaxing on top of him. 

"I've heard that a woman's vagina can accommodate almost any size of male. Until now, I wouldn't have believed it," she said in between gasps. She was still holding him deep inside of her, not letting go. Her arms had now moved up and encircled his neck, holding onto him tightly. 

"I take it that you enjoyed that. Did I hurt you?" he whispered softly into her ear. 

"No. Well, only for a few moments at the beginning. Right now I'm feeling sensations that I've never felt before. That was my first time with a man," she said softly as she nestled her face into his neck. 

"I'm more than flattered that you wanted to be with me. Am I hurting you right now?" he asked as his mouth moved to her neck and began kissing all along her jaw line and up to the sensitive areas around her ears. He could still feel her vaginal muscles contracting around his hardness. 

"No," she panted as she lay on top of him. Her pussy was beginning to relax enough that he could feel it occasionally squeezing him, holding him tightly inside of her.

"Good. Just relax and let me do the work," he whispered into her ear. His mouth then moved back to her neck and he began to kiss and suck on the sensitive skin. At the same time, he slowly pushed upward, gently thrusting into her. She jumped as she felt the sensations start all over again. She wasn't as tight as he eased back downward, letting his cock move a few inches out of her. Immediately he slowly eased back into her and then backed out of her. She tightened her grip around his neck as he continued to move in and out of her, only using about half of his cock. It didn't take but a few moments and she was beginning to move in sync with his hip movements. As he moved upward, her pelvis pushed downward on him. 

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," she groaned as her body began to pick up speed. He continued to gently thrust in and out of her. He raised his knees up slightly, forcing her thighs to spread open more. By now he wasn't having any problem with her tightness. She was still tight, but his cock was easily moving in and out of her. She was gasping as she suddenly rose up from his chest leaning forward, her hands resting on his shoulders. She looked down at him, her eyes wide as her second orgasm started. She groaned out loud as her eyes closed and her head tilted back. As her back arched hard, her breasts thrust out, Ross could feel her vaginal muscles contract and clench down hard on him. He still wasn't completely inside of her, making sure to not fully thrust into her. Her body stiffened hard as another orgasm moved through her. He lay still, holding his cock firmly in her as she enjoyed the sensations that were flooding her body. After several moments she collapsed again on his chest, her face nestled into his neck.

"Just relax and enjoy yourself. Let those feelings wash over you," he whispered to her. She lay there catching her breath as he started to very gently and slowly move his cock in and out of her, barely moving. She didn't jump as he eased back into her and out, repeating over and over. She jerked several times as her body felt the last of the orgasm move through her. He continued the gentle thrusting as he felt her pussy relax and release the tight grip that it had on him. Her breathing was still hard as he gently rolled her over and off of him. 

"No don't," she moaned as his cock slipped out of her. He just smiled at her as he moved down between her legs. 

"Oh, I'm not stopping, I'm just changing positions," he said with a grin. He lay down between her tan legs and began to lightly kiss her inner thighs. Slowly his mouth moved up her thighs till she knew where he was headed. Her legs involuntarily opened wider as his mouth moved up to her more than wet entrance. Slowly, he began to kiss the outer edges of her pussy, teasing her, moving her closer and closer toward another orgasm. She moaned softly as his mouth began to gently lap at the inner folds and then move upward to her engorged clit. By this point, she was beginning to feel the same sensations rushing back into her as his mouth hungrily began to feed on her clit. Gently sucking it into his mouth, her back arched had and her hips rose up from the bed. He sucked harder till he felt her thighs tighten up around him. Almost immediately, he could feel that she was about to cum as he applied more direct suction to the sensitive bud between her legs. She went stiff as another more intense orgasm began to boil up through her body. He continued working the small hard organ till her body collapsed onto the bed, her gasping and panting indicating that she was spent from an even more intense orgasm. 

"Stop, let me rest for a minute," she moaned as she reached down and grabbed his head, pushing it away from her throbbing sex organs. Ross knew that she was sensitive and immediately began to softly kiss her inner thighs, working his way slowly back down to her knees. She relaxed more and more as she felt him move away from the overly sensitive area. She lay slumped on the bed, her legs sprawled outward as he finished her. "Now I understand why you're an entertainment slave," she moaned. 

"I take it that you're feeling ok," he said with a grin, looking up at her between her spread legs. From where he was laying, the sight was fantastic. A steady stream of vaginal fluid was leaking from her parted and engorged pussy lips. The slight tinge of pink flesh had turned to a darker blood red from the over stimulation. 

"That was unbelievable," she moaned, her eyes closed and a dreamy sated look on her face. 

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it. I couldn't have done it without you," he said with a laugh. 

"If I had known how good that was, I would have been more involved with the Mistresses' shows. I've had fun by myself, but never anything like that," she said as she lay relaxing on the cool sheets.

"I enjoyed it also," he said, watching her. She did look gorgeous, now more than before. 

"Now it's my turn," she said as she suddenly sat up in bed. She reached out and grasped his hard cock by the base. "I've watched this many times, but this is the first time I've really gotten to play with one. That is, not counting the last time I saw you," she said, her eyes on his crotch as her hand began to gently stroke his cock. He didn't move, allowing her the chance to do what she had been wanting.

"I don't mind. I'll just sit here and watch," he said laughing. 

"Oh, I'm going to have you doing more than watch," she said laughing. She was rubbing the already hard organ quickly. There was a steady stream of pre cum leaking from the swollen head, evidence of the stimulation that he had received from doing her. She squeezed the shaft in a milking motion, forcing more of the slick fluid from inside of him. Coating her hand in it, she rubbed it all around the head and foreskin, getting it slick and gooey. She then began to rub it fast, her interest fixed on it as she watched her hand work it. 

"Ummm, you do that very well," he said to her, coaxing her to enjoy what she was doing. He knew it was her first time and he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he knew he was going to enjoy it. 

"Really?" she said seriously as she glanced up at him. Her attention was on what her hand was about to do to him. 

"Yes, very really," he said with a laugh. He was leaking enough that her hand stroking was splattering the pre cum all over the sheets. Even surprising to him, he was wetter than he should have been, considering the sexual events of the day. 

"I can't believe that something this big actually fit into me. I was afraid that we might have a problem with size, but boy was I surprised. Once we got going, all I wanted was you all the way in," she said as she watched her hand jacking his cock. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself immensely. Her eyes were bright and shiny just watching what her hands were doing. 

"I never was all the way inside of you," he said glancing up at her. 

"What?" she said with a look of shock. "You weren't? It felt like you were up into my stomach," she said looking at him in surprise.

"No, I was only about half way in," he said, now beginning to feel the sensations that he had been deprived of for parts of the night. Sun'Li's procedure was beginning to wear off from so much use. He was beginning to feel very good. She wasn't even jacking him quickly, but actually gently and softly. It may have been just her and the moment. There was no doubt to Ross that most of it was 'her'. All of the earlier prep work and her enthusiasm were sending him toward a powerful orgasm. He didn't want it to stop. 

"Well, we have tonight together. I want to experience everything," she said with a grin as she glanced up at him. "I can't believe that you weren't all the way in. I bet that we can work on that," she said laughing. 

"Everything?" he asked with a grin.

"Everything. I want to do all of the things that I have seen on the Internet, heard about and seen during the Mistress' shows. I want to try it all," she said with excitement.

"I don't think we have that many years," he said laughing. She looked disappointed. "I mean, we can do anything that you want, but we can try other things later. I don't think we could do 'everything' in one night," he said, trying to cheer her up. She had actually thought that they might try 'everything'? 

"Well, we can try," she said with a big grin. "Get on all fours. I want you to feed me," she said with a serious look. Ross moved to the center of the bed and rested his body weight on his spread knees and hands. She never stopped rubbing his cock as he maneuvered himself to her liking. She immediately lay down on her back, her hand still gently pumping the inflated organ as she scooted up under his hips. Moving into position, she lay flat on her back as she gently pumped his cock, her mouth only inches away from the now pulsing cock head. 

"Unngghh, you're getting me close," he moaned as he felt the first sensations of the impending orgasm. After the last couple of hours, it was good to have his cock feeling everything again. The feeling was coming back very quickly too. 

With his cock hanging down like that of a stud horse, she lay under him, watching as her hand gently pumped the over inflated organ. By now, his hips were beginning to gently thrust up and down, feeling the slight squeezes that her hand was inflicting on him. His body language only served to arouse her more. She would lap at the bouncing cock hanging down in her face. It aroused her knowing that his actions were all because of what she was doing to him.

"I'm going to cum," he suddenly warned her. His body had gone tense; his back arched hard pushing his hips downward as he felt the impending orgasm. She immediately drew his cock into her warm mouth and sucked hungrily on it. She could feel the head swell up. She had heard somewhere that this signaled a male's orgasm. Knowing this, she sucked hard and squeezed the base of his cock with her hand, pulling the thick foreskin taut. Her other hand quickly went up to the trapped ball sack, feeling them and squeezing one of the meaty orbs that hadn't slipped from her grasp. Immediately he thrust downward into her hungry mouth. Just his body motions had her more aroused and wet.

"Ahhhhhhh," he groaned loudly as he felt the first gush of warm goo shoot from his cock head into her mouth. He could feel her apply more suction with her mouth as he released more of the white cream in pulsing throbs. His hips shot back upward and then drove back downward as she continued sucking hard and squeezing the thick shaft. Tasting the thick cum in her mouth only aroused her more as she tasted male sperm for the first time. She was instantly surprised at how warm and thick it felt in her mouth, almost heavy. She continued sucking till she suddenly realized that Ross was going soft in her mouth. She released her grip and gently began massaging the two quivering balls as he dripped the last remnants of his orgasm onto her lips. 

"Was that ok baby," she softly asked him as she listened to his panting and gasping, knowing that she was responsible for all of his pleasure. She was more than pleased with her first time results. "Did I do it ok?" she asked innocently. Feeling her mouth release him, Ross rolled over onto his back, still panting from an incredible orgasm. It had not been abundant but it had been intense. He lay on his back; his legs sprawled outward, his cock lying sticky and wet on his stomach. 

"Ok? That was unbelievable," he groaned as he caught his breath. "That was unbelievably good," he said sincerely to her. She was lying on her side, her head propped up by one elbow as she watched him struggling through the after effects of an intense orgasm. She was particularly interested in his cock, now that it was deflating. In the arena, she had never been close enough to watch this, or the male was lead away too quickly. She was amazed at what happened to a cock after it had had its fun. She was also amazed at the flavor that still lingered in her mouth. His male goo had been so thick, so warm and abundant. To her it was abundant. To Ross it had been a lot less than the normal amount. But he wasn't worried about that.

"I hope it was ok. That was the first time I ever got to do that," she said softly with a smile.

"You were incredible," he groaned as he lay on the bed catching his breath. "It was more than ok. It was fabulous," he moaned as she lay there enjoying the scene.

"Ummm, good. I think we should try it again," she said with a smile. She was more than enjoying herself. 



The New Slave Ch. 54



Chapter 54, Morgan Has Her Day (or Night)

Ross and Morgan lay in bed for about 30 minutes, just talking and playing with each other. Neither of them wanted to get out of bed but only wanted to enjoy each other as their arousal quickly heightened the more they touched and played. Morgan, not having had any experience with a male, couldn't stop touching the male play toy that she had in bed with her. His cock and balls fascinated her, fondling them, examining them and studying every square inch of Ross' body. Ross was more than happy to just enjoy the site of Morgan's body as she enjoyed herself like a child with a new Christmas present.

"It looks like it wants to play again," Morgan said as she gently rubbed the meaty organ into hardness. Ross had been kissing her, fondling her, and just enjoying the sight of her gorgeous body. She was so playful, so innocent and yet so arousing all in one. It wasn't difficult to become hard with her concentrated attention to his sex. 

"I think that with you, it could play all day and night," he said laughing as she gently stroked it. 

"Ummm, I'd like that. But we don't have all day and night. Mistress Francesca told me that security would come to pick you up, during the night. She didn't know when, but they would come here for you," she said, her disappointment obvious in her voice. 

"That's the normal way they do it. I don't know why they do this in the middle of the night, but I guess that security gets bored and has nothing to do. It's a surprise to see when they're coming," Ross said dejectedly. He wasn't that familiar with Dr Sherry's or the Mistress' security procedures, but he had been around the officers and had heard how they worked. 

"Well then, we should get started," she said with a big grin on her face. She was up on her knees, her excitement obvious in her voice. She was ready to play. She quickly reached up and began unfastening her corset. Button by button, more of her tan breasts were displayed as she undressed. Finishing the last button on the bottom, her full breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and erect. Her arousal was obvious to Ross. She quickly leaned back and stretched out one shapely leg while bending the other one at the knee. Bringing the bent leg up toward her chest, she quickly but seductively pulled the one stocking from the gorgeous leg. She did the same with the other one. Totally nude, she sat back and looked at Ross. He was watching her intently.

"You have an unbelievably gorgeous body," he said softly and sincerely.

"Do you really think so? I think my boobs are small, compared to some around here, like Darcy," she said seriously. 

"Babe, you have fabulous boobs. They're perfect," he said with a grin. She smiled and then blushed brightly. A male had never told her these things, especially a male that was nude and in bed with her. 

"I'm thrilled that you like them. I like your stuff too," she said as her eyes glanced down between his legs. "Let's take a bath together. That's something I've always wanted to do," she said innocently. 

"I'd love to," he answered. She quickly got up and headed toward the bathroom. Ross couldn't help but watch as she walked across the bedroom. Her body was really amazing. His cock was already hard from her playing with it, but now he was feeling it swell slightly, knowing that she wanted to continue. 

"Give me a few minutes," she said as he heard running water coming from the bathroom.

"I thought we were going to take a bath together?" he asked her. 

"We are. I just need to get cleaned up before we do," she said glancing back at him. She blushed brightly. "I need a few minutes alone," she said softly with a warm smile. Her embarrassment was obvious although unwarranted. She disappeared into the bathroom as Ross lay back on the bed, enjoying the comfort of the Mistress' luxury. He was thrilled that he was actually with a woman that was so sexual and yet so innocent at the same time. It was totally different than the women he had seen in the past two years. 

After waiting several minutes, Ross got up and went into the bath. Immediately he was struck at the size and luxury of the room. The bathroom was almost as big as the bedroom. The huge oversized sunken tub was made of marble. The room was bathed in candlelight with plush towels and robes for both of them, hung in various spots. Morgan stepped into the tub as she saw him come into the room. Ross stepped into the tub and reached for her, pulling her against his chest. She could feel his semi hard cock pressed against her thigh as he leaned into her, his mouth on her neck and upper breasts.

"This gives new meaning to the phrase 'long' hot shower," she said with a laugh, her hand reaching for his thickening cock. She glanced down, seeing it quickly swelling in her hand. She smiled at him as she continued to rub it into full size. While she held onto him, he reached over and took a sponge, soaping it. As she continued to gently rub him, he bathed her, paying special attention to her hardened nipples and breasts. Letting go of him, she took the sponge and returned the favor, soaping him and cleaning him. She grinned as she soaped the hardened sex organ and began rubbing it harder and harder with the sponge. 

"You're going to really mess up that sponge if you continue," he said with a laugh. She smiled and quickened her rubbing, watching with delight as she brought him nearer to orgasm. Sitting back on the marble seat of the tub, she enjoyed the view as he stood, spread legged, his cock jutting out as she soaped it over and over. She watched him intently as his head rolled back and he groaned. She stopped rubbing him and used the detachable showerhead to rinse off the pulsing cock. He hadn't cum yet, but he was very close. She just smiled and watched his face. She more than enjoyed seeing the affect that she had on this male. This was the first time she experienced what she could do to a male. To her, it was thrilling and more than a little bit arousing. She could feel the slick wetness between her legs. She didn't touch him for several minutes, knowing that he was close to cumming. She wanted to save it. She had another idea on where she wanted him to cum next. 

They stood in the steaming water flow and kissed as the water cascaded over them. Their kisses became more impassioned as her hand reached down and gripped his cock, rubbing the foreskin back and forth over the sensitive head. His hand moved softly down her tight stomach, moving in between her thighs. She moaned softly as he used his fingers to play with her sensitive engorged clit. He could feel her wetness as he eased his finger slowly into her, his thumb pressed against her clit. Her body shook as he moved it slowly in and out of her. 

"I thought we were getting cleaned up," she moaned as he quickly worked her young shapely body. She stood flat-footed against him, her legs slightly spread. She stopped talking as his mouth hungrily sucked in one nipple. Working it and with his finger and thumb working her pussy, her responsive body was quickly approaching an orgasm. She leaned back, supported by his arms. 

"I think we're clean enough," he moaned softly into her ear. He reached behind her, turning off the water. She leaned against him, his finger still moving inside of her. She gasped as he rolled his finger upward, finding her G-spot. Her arms immediately went around his neck tightly, clutching at him. Leaning away from her, he stepped from the shower with her arms still around his neck. He gently pulled her from the shower tub and helped her out, leading her over to a chaise lounge. Laying her back on the chaise, he knelt down on the floor, gently spreading her long legs apart. She leaned back; her eyes closed and then relaxed her legs. Spreading them, he leaned into her, his mouth quickly moving up her inner thighs with kisses and light sucking.  

"Just lay back," he told her as his mouth quickly moved up her thigh. His tongue darted over her pubic mound, teasing her as she reached out and gently held his head on both sides. She moaned as his mouth moved in closer, his tongue rolling circles around her clit and then down into her wetness. Her legs closed on him as he directed all of his attention to her clit, starting her orgasm. She jerked as he kept a continuous oral assault on her clit, feeling her body writhe as she orgasmed hard. He could hear her pants and moans as she continued for several moments until he felt her slump back into the chaise, her thighs relaxing their grip on him. He continued with the soft light kisses, paying attention again to her upper inner thighs. 

Without saying a word, he rose up from the floor, leaned over and picked her up into his arms. She put her arms around his neck as he carried her wet body into the other room and laid her on the bed. She leaned back as he crawled up onto the bed, quickly moving in between her legs. They both knew what was coming. She quickly reached down and grasped the base of his hardened organ. She pulled the skin back tight as he maneuvered between her outstretched legs and leaned his body weight down onto her. She grasped him, feeling his cock head poised at her entrance. Slowly, he eased the bloated head into her entrance, a slight push fully embedding the head into her. 

"You are so tight," he moaned softly. 

"And you're so big," she said with a slight laugh. She moaned when she felt him push further into her. 

"Am I hurting you?" he whispered into her ear.

"Yes, if you don't keep going," she said with a soft laugh. She groaned and put her arms around his neck, pulling her legs upward, knees bent, giving him more access into her. He remained in this position for several moments, his mouth glued to hers, their passionate kisses deep and long. He supported himself with his arms extended, either side of her shoulders. As he felt her vaginal muscles slowly begin to accommodate him, he pushed more, easing a little deeper into her. She groaned and bucked her hips upward against him. 

"More," she moaned as she clenched her arms around his neck, her hips thrusting upward against him. She was breathing hard, her breath coming in pants. He eased deeper into her, feeling her hot tightness. She was tight but he was able to slide more of his organ into her. There was still some to go but he wanted it to be slow. She was now humping him, her knees drawn up into her chest, her butt turned upward to allow him the most access into her. 

"I'm not hurting you?" he questioned.

"No, please, keep going. Don't stop," she panted loudly. She was bucking wildly, trying to get him further inside of her tight warmth. He pulled back a little, sliding out of her. She immediately pressed upward hard, against him. He pushed into her harder, her eyes opening wide as she felt him drive deeper into her, fully embedded inside of her. She groaned and then began to pant. She was clutching at his neck, pulling against him. She was starting to cum. He could feel her pussy contracting hard on him, almost sucking him in. He pulled back from her and then pushed harder, deeper into her. She jerked hard and let out a gasp. She dropped her legs down, immediately wrapping her legs around his lower back, her heels dug into him. She was trying to pull him into her, deeper. He could feel her pussy convulsing as the orgasm erupted deep inside of her pelvis. 

"Unnnnngggggghhhhhhhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh," she gasped, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she jerked and bucked. Feeling her cumming, Ross pushed as deep as he could into her, holding his cock steady inside of her. She continued bucking wildly for several moments and then slowly began to lessen. Within a few moments, she dropped back down onto the bed, spent, her legs slowly loosening and dropping from his back. She laid back, her legs spread wide, her arms gradually letting go of his neck till they also dropped to her sides on the bed. She lay still, her breathing coming in pants. He watched her for several moments, her eyes closed. For a few moments, he thought that she might be unconscious. His cock was still fully embedded in her, her pussy now relaxing its grip on him. 

"Something tells me that you enjoyed that," he whispered into her ear, his mouth close to the side of her face. With her legs relaxed and spread, he nestled comfortably into her, his body weight resting on top of her, held up by his elbows and forearms. He leaned into her short hair, kissing her ear softly. He could still feel spasms from her vaginal contractions, gently caressing his cock deep inside of her. She still didn't answer, her breathing slowly returning to normal. "Still with me or taking a break?" he asked her softly. She still didn't respond. 

"Well then, I guess that I'll just have to keep going," he whispered, his mouth pressed to her ear. He gently but slowly eased out of her, only an inch or two. Resting for a moment, he slowly moved back into her. She moaned softly as she felt him begin to move in and out of her. He rose up, looking closely at her. Her eyelids were fluttering but she still hadn't spoken. "I'm assuming that you don't mind if I continue?" he said softly into her ear a slight laugh as he continued the soft and slow movements in and out of her. 

"Ummm, no, just not too fast or deep. I don't think that I could stand it," she groaned, almost in a murmur. She was still laying crumpled down into the bed. She was making no effort to move. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled up at him. 

"Well good, I thought that you had gone to sleep on me," he said laughing softly. He continued to slowly ease in and out of her.

"Sleep? How could I sleep while you're doing this to me? You're killing me. And I think that you're the one that's 'on me'," she said with a laugh. He had begun to move a little deeper into her. 

"Well, if anything, this is going to help you sleep very well tonight," he said grinning at her. 

"With everything that you've done to me, I think it's about time that I repaid the favor," she said as her arms moved back up around his neck. He gently thrust into her, this time his cock head went the entire depth of her vaginal canal. She moaned as she felt him reach the deepest point of her pussy. The feelings were beginning to get more intense. "Just keep doing what you're doing," she moaned as she pulled his head down to her mouth, her arms holding onto him tightly. He could feel her pussy begin to clasp his swollen organ. She was going to cum again. He picked up his pace, slowly, but making longer strokes into her. "Can you cum inside me," she whispered, almost innocently.

"Easily, in just a few moments if that is what you'd like?" he asked her, looking into her eyes. His thrusting was faster, his cock almost coming all the way out of her before plunging back into the warm wetness. He could feel her pussy beginning to grasp him firmly, signaling the closeness of her orgasm. She moaned and pulled tightly on his neck, her knees now drawing upward along his sides, pulling him in deeper. 

"Yes," she moaned quietly then gasped, her eyes flashing open. Becoming aware that he was about to cum in her heightened her arousal. Her body was moving quickly in time with his, meeting his thrusts. How can I help you finish," she moaned then suddenly gasped again as her body stiffened, feeling her own orgasm beginning. Ross thrust deeply into her, his breathing now coming in a pant. She pulled her knees up to her chest, giving him the deepest possible penetration. Her back arched, her head rolled back as he she felt the orgasm blast through her. He pushed hard, his cock at full length inside of her. He felt his orgasm as the same instant as hers. They both felt the rhythmic spurts as he began to pump out inside of her. 

"Ungh, ungh, ungh, she panted as she felt the warm creamy flood pouring into her. Ross groaned and his body stiffened, his back arching as he held his pulsing cock deep inside of her. Feeling his release, her legs tightened up, quickly wrapping around his lower back to hold him inside. Her arms had a death grip around his neck, trying to pull him in deeper. They both froze for several moments, each of them feeling the powerful orgasm overtake them. Ross felt the intensity of his orgasm but knew that he was cumming a lot less, due to all of the earlier activity. But it felt more intense than anything that he had felt in a long time. He knew that it was all due to her. 

After several moments, he felt the spasms in his cock lessen and die out, his body drained as he slumped down onto her. She held on tightly to him, her orgasm slowly fading as her body reeled in pleasure. She slowly relaxed, her arms dropping to the bed, as her legs remained splayed open. She was spent. They both could feel his cock quickly softening as he shrank inside of her. Within moments, he was completely soft. She lay there, enjoying the sensations that still racked her body, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She felt exhausted. Ross held himself up, keeping his upper body weight off of her as he watched her. Her eyes were closed, almost as if sleeping.

"That was unbelievable," he moaned as he felt himself beginning to slip out of her. She only smiled, her eyes still closed as she felt him slip completely out. She felt as if she couldn't move, her entire body frozen from the pleasurable sensations. 

"I don't think unbelievable is the word that I'd use," she moaned dreamily. She looked up at him and smiled softly. "I never expected it to be anything like that," she said innocently, her cheeks flush from the sex.

"Ummm, glad that you enjoyed it. I know that I did," he said, smiling at her. He slowly rolled off of her, laying flat on his back beside her. He put his arm out, under her neck, pulling her closer. She curled up into him, facing into him, her head on his chest. She didn't speak, she was still feeling the warm sensations emanating from between her legs. It had been a long and active day. His body was spent and he felt exhausted. He knew that she was, from the many orgasms that she had experienced. She lay beside him, quiet, snuggled up into him. 

"Will we ever do this again?" she asked, almost sadly. "As wonderful as this has been, I have a feeling that this might have been a first and a last time," she said quietly. 

"I hope that it's not. If I have anything to do with it, it won't be the last time. I will talk with the Mistress. I'm sure that she would be willing to make some type of arrangement. I know that she really likes you, and I have a feeling that she would be willing to deal with me," he said, thinking that he might be able to bargain with her. He felt sure that the Mistress would share him, if he offered her something special in return. There were several things that the Mistress would find 'special'.  

"Ummm, that would be nice," she said dreamily. It was obvious to Ross that she was falling asleep. Her hand had wondered down between his legs and was gently fondling his wet cock. She was feeling it, gently rubbing and playing with it. He wasn't getting hard, but the attention to it felt very nice. Ross didn't know what time it was, but suspected that it was very late. He was exhausted also. It had been a long day, in more ways than one. He lay back comfortably, resting as he lay listening to Morgan begin to breathe deeply. She was sound asleep, exhausted. He settled back into the soft comfortable bed. He hadn't been this comfortable in a long time. He didn't know how long he would remain there, but he was willing to sleep and find out, if and when the security officers came to wake him. He dozed off, holding Morgan in his arms. She was sleeping peacefully. 

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he woke suddenly when he felt her stirring against him. He wasn't use to sleeping in the same bed as a female. Normally, when a female was finished with him, he would be either taken away or she would just leave. But now, he had to think for a moment, clearing his head as he saw that it was Morgan beside him, still sound asleep. She was cuddled up next to him, her arm across his chest. He listened to her deep breathing as he quickly fell back into a deep sleep. 




The New Slave Ch. 54



He suddenly woke up again, this time having heard something. He lay there listening, feeling Morgan sleeping beside him. He heard the sound again. It was a soft and very faint knocking on the door. Knowing that it was probably security, he quietly got up and went to the door. Opening it, he saw two of Mistress Francesca's security officers standing there, smiling.

"Sorry big boy, but it's time to get ready. The doctor's security people will be here shortly. Sorry to spoil the fun," the attractive brunette said to him as she attempted to peer into the dimly lit bedroom. At least she was smiling as she spoke. 

"What time is it?" Ross asked quietly. It really didn't matter what time it was, time was something that made no difference to a slave. It was only habit to ask what time it was, when a person was interrupted from a deep sleep. 

"It's almost 4 am," the brunette said peering around the door. Ross was totally nude and attempting to shield himself by using the door. Ross was, in essence, a modest man. But in his slave capacity, there were times when modesty didn't do any good for a slave. The other officer was young, cute and endowed, much like all of the Mistress' security officers. From the angle she was standing, she could see all of Ross behind the door. She was smiling as her eyes moved up and down his lower body. "The Mistress asked that we leave you alone till the last possible minute. We just received the phone call from Dr Sherry's security people. They're on their way over right now," she said with a knowing grin. Her eyes were continuing to move up and down the doorframe, hoping that Ross would step out from behind it. 

"Can you give me just a moment, I promise to hurry," he asked softly.

"I don't see any problem with that, but don't take too long. I'm sure the other officers are tired and sleepy too. They probably want to get back to their quarters," she added. Even though security officers were on duty at all times in places like the Mistress' home and Dr Sherry's facility, they still had more than comfortable places to sleep or rest when everything was quiet. And tonight was a very quiet night. 

"I'll hurry," Ross said as he turned and pushed the bedroom door shut. It didn't make it very far before the brunette stopped it with her hand. She quietly opened the door and stepped into the room. The other officer remained in the dimly lit hallway. Ross turned and went over to the sleeping Morgan. She was curled up in the sheets, one beautiful tan thigh exposed to his view. He immediately felt a stirring in his cock as he looked at her creamy smooth skin. If only he had a little longer to stay, he thought to himself. He figured that he must have been asleep longer than he thought. 

"Morgan," he said softly, leaning down and whispering to her. She stirred slightly. "Morgan, wake up for a moment," he said putting his hand on her hip and gently rubbing. She rolled over slowly, waking up and looking at him.

"What's wrong?" she asked dreamily as she started to sit up. Ross immediately covered her up with a sheet and blanket, as if tucking her into bed. He kissed her softly on the lips. She kissed him back, her kiss longer and deeper. "Ummm, what a nice way to wake up," she said kissing him again, harder. Her hand moved from under the sheet and up to his cock that was hanging down as he knelt on the bed. She continued to kiss him as her hand began to slowly rub the meaty organ. Ross grabbed at her hand.

"I have to leave. Security is here. I just wanted to tuck you in and tell you that I promise to come back to you. Give me some time and let me see if I can get a chance to talk to Mistress Francesca. I don't exactly have access to a phone," he said with a soft laugh. "I also wanted to thank you for a very memorable night," he said leaning down and kissing her. Her hand was still holding onto his cock as she kissed him back and then leaned around him to see that security officers were standing at the door. 

"This is one night that I will never forget," she said sadly. "I can promise you that I'll talk to the Mistress. I'm here all the time and I'll talk to her. I'll tell her what you suggested. I'm sure that she'll want to arrange something," she said with a grin. Morgan was relaxed and sleepy eyed, but she continued to glance around Ross, at the security officers. 

"Go back to sleep and dream about me," he said with a grin as he pulled the sheets and blanket up to her neck. He kissed her softly on the lips.

"That won't be hard to do. I can still feel you," she said quietly where the officers couldn't hear her. She pulled the covers up tightly around her and lay back on the bed. She looked as if she was about to start crying. "Don't forget me," she said softly.

"That would be impossible," he said as he kissed her again. 

"Come on. This is turning into a hot scene, but your people are going to be here pretty quick," said the one officer. They both stood inside the door, waiting for Ross. He was happy that they weren't handcuffing him and dragging him out the door. At least the Mistress' officers were thoughtful, much like most of Dr Sherry's. Ross didn't want to push his luck. He crawled off the bed and headed toward the couch where his discarded loincloth was laying. Before he could get to it, one of the security offices picked it up and headed toward the bedroom door. She glanced back at him and smiled. 

"Why cover that thing up?" she asked as she reached the door. Both of the officers waited at the door, watching him as he walked out of the bedroom. "It might be soft and gooey, but some of us haven't gotten a chance to see it," she said with a grin. She was standing in the hallway, her eyes focused on the soft flesh between his legs. The other officer was grinning and looking in the same direction. Even embarrassed, Ross could feel himself beginning to drop and thicken. Males are just built that way. Unlike a woman, any attention that's aimed at their cock can easily make them become aroused, whether they're in the mood or not.

"So, you're the one that fucked Darcy," the one officer said to Ross. Both of the officers were like all the officers that the Mistress employed. They were young, very attractive, endowed, and oversexed. These two were no different. Both of them moved in closer to Ross. 

"Wow, it's really bigger than it appeared when we're having to watch from the audience," the one officer said laughing. The other one laughed and reached out, cradling his semi hard cock in her hand. It was still wet and slick from the joined fluids of him and Morgan. The attention of her hand to his cock made it respond and grow rapidly. "And it's stiffening up really fast now. Looks like he's not all cummed out after a long night of fun. Think he's got enough in there for both of us?" the one officer said, glancing at the other one. 

"I bet he does. Look at the size of those balls. He's got enough in there for both of us and then some left over," she said grinning up at Ross. "I bet we could lessen his load," she said as she quickly glanced up and down the hall. No one was around. Everyone was asleep. Ross was almost fully erect by now. She gently grasped the base and began jacking his cock up and down.

"He definitely smells like sex," the one officer said to the other one while watching her hand work him. 

"Yea, but it's a good smell, sort of a mix of male sex and perfume. Do you smell it?" the officer asked the other one. "I like the smell. It's making me hot. Do you have a towel or something to catch it in? I want to watch it," she said as her hand continued rubbing him. 

"No, I don't have a towel, you idiot. Come on, we don't have time for this. The doctor's security will be here any minute. We have to have him down at the back door for them to pick up. I want to see it, but not this time," she said as she watched her partner slowly rubbing the hard meaty cock. He was fully erect and beginning to ooze pre cum. 

"Besides, he's wearing that oversized cock and ball ring. I don't want it slipping off while I'm guarding him. They'll think that one of us removed it. Just leave him alone. If you're that interested, you can do him the next time he's here. The Mistress likes this one. He'll be back," she said as she turned and headed toward the other end of the long hallway. The other officer pushed Ross gently as she steered him down the hallway. He was still totally nude, his cock jutting out at attention while the officer carried his loincloth. 

Moments later, the two officers and Ross were standing and waiting at one of the rear doors of the mansion. It was only a few minutes until they saw an SUV coming down the driveway. The all black vehicle had heavily tinted windows, which was what most security personnel drove. It drove right up to them and a back door opened, with no one getting out. Both of Mistress Francesca's officers looked at each other, thinking that the behavior was kind of rude. They immediately shuffled the nude Ross over to the open door and pushed him into the back seat, tossing the loincloth in behind him. Before they could even close the door, the car sped off, heading back out the same way it had entered. 

"Damn, not even a hello or a goodbye," the one officer said as they turned and walked back toward the mansion. One of the officers stopped to light a cigarette. The other one stopped and came back, hoping for a hot discussion on what they had just seen in regards to another large male slave. It had only been a few minutes and they heard a car coming up the driveway. Turning, they saw another black SUV coming down the drive, the same type of tinted windows but definitely a different vehicle. Both of the officers walked up to the vehicle as it came to a stop.

"Hey, and how are you ladies doing tonight?" came a voice from inside the SUV. Both of Mistress Francesca's officers looked at each other, surprised. Inside the SUV were two of Dr Sherry's security officers who they knew very well.

"We're doing great, but you guys must have gotten your wires crossed. Two of your people just picked up that male slave," the one officer told them. "And they were pretty rude too, not even a hi or a bye," she added.

"Two of our officers? That's not possible. We're the only two transport officers working tonight. You must be mistaken. We're the only ones that are picking him up, no one else," Dr Sherry's security officer said. 

"Uh oh, I think we have a problem," the officer said as she peered inside the dark SUV. "Another vehicle, similar to this one, just picked him up, minutes ago," she said seriously as she quickly dropped her cigarette and stepped on it. 

"Shit. Problem is right. Get on your cell phone and get a hold of Rachel. I think we have a kidnapped slave," the officer in the passenger seat told the driver. Both of the officers in the vehicle were members of Dr Sherry's security detail. They both were highly trained former police officers, unlike the officers that Mistress Francesca employed. Both of the Mistress' officers looked dumbfounded. They didn't know what to do. "You'd better go wake up Mistress Francesca and tell her what is going on. She is going to be pissed," the officer said to the two guards standing next to the car.

"You think she's going to be pissed. Wait till Dr Sherry finds out what happened," the driver said quickly as she dialed up Dr Sherry's head of security. Within seconds, the phone was ringing.

"Rachel, we have a problem," she said as she spoke into the phone. 



The New Slave Ch. 55



Chapter 55, Tawny Forcibly Takes the Slave

"Damn, you don't have to be so rough," Ross said as he was jerked off of his feet backwards into the SUV. The vehicle was already rolling before he was all the way inside of the vehicle. Before he could even turn around, he was being roughly handcuffed behind his back. "Hey, that's starting to hurt," he cried out as the unseen hands slapped the cuffs on, striking his wrist bone hard. He struggled to sit upright but was being dragged backwards into the back of the SUV. The rear seats had been folded down to make a platform or cargo area. Jerked backwards, he ended up sprawled out on his back with his head toward the back window.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear anything from you," came a voice from beside him as he tried to sit up and see who was there. With as dark as it was outside and the dark interior of the vehicle, he couldn't get a good look at the officer's face but was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing much. Security always wore complete uniforms. Even in the dark he could see that there was a lot of bare skin exposed on the females long legs. With his hands cuffed and pinned under him, the officer quickly rolled him over onto his side, facing him away from her. She held him propped up on one side with her knee against his back, her other leg stretched over his legs to hold him down. He struggled only briefly but could tell that she was strong as her muscled legs held him down. She quickly pushed his face to the carpeting and held it there.

"Ok, you've got me," he said in a calm voice. He wasn't exactly in a position to argue or fight with her. Handcuffed and pinned to the floorboard, he really couldn't do much. 

"I'm use to getting what I want and you really fucked things up for me tonight," she said leaning down and whispering into his ear. She held his face tight against the carpet. Ross didn't have to see her; he immediately knew who she was. He recognized her voice when she first told him to be quiet. It was Tawny, the former security officer for Mistress Francesca. The driver wasn't saying anything. Judging by the feel of the vehicle, it was being driven fast as they made their escape. Ross wasn't familiar with the area, but with all of the quick sharp turns the driver was making, he couldn't even tell what direction they were going. 

"I didn't think that I'd see you again," Ross said to let her know that he recognized her. 

"Well, you thought wrong. I've never had a male refuse me. Men have begged for a chance to be with me. So now it's time for a little pay back. You really shouldn't have been such an asshole," she said with a hiss. The hostility was obvious in her voice. Ross wondered if she might be just a little bit crazy. He also knew that there was little chance that Dr Sherry or Mistress Francesca would be calling the police to report his kidnapping. With the laws the way they were, neither the Mistress nor Dr Sherry could report the crime without getting themselves in trouble also. For the time being, all he could do was cooperate with her and try not to upset her any more than she already appeared to be.

"I was more than wanting to play with you earlier but I was supposed to be going into the arena with Darcy," he said calmly and softly. 

"Play with me? I was the one that was going to be doing all of the playing with you. You don't play with me, I play with you," she said, almost screaming at him. He was only making her madder. Ross could feel her leg tighten against his, holding him down. Her hand pushed his face harder against the carpet. 

She suddenly let go of his face, her hand reaching around behind her. Moving it back in front of his face, she showed him a stun gun. She pushed the button on it and held it inches from his face as the electricity crackled loudly from one touch point to the other. "Are you going to be a problem or do I just put you out right here and now? It doesn't matter if you're conscious or not, I can get what I want either way," she said into his ear. She immediately moved the stun gun down to his genitals and pressed the two electrical points up against his cock. She wasn't depressing the button but he held his breath anyway, waiting for the high voltage shock that would probably shock him into unconsciousness. The shock to his genitals alone would probably empty his balls. 

"Believe me, I'm not a problem. I'm all yours," he said as calmly as possible. She held the two tips of the stun gun up against his cock, almost as if she were trying to decide which way to go. Ross held his breath.

"Roll over on your back," she said as she eased back away from him. Rolling over, Ross could see that she was wearing only a tight fitting tank top and was nude from the waist down. It was obvious that she was more than prepared to enjoy herself. She was highly sexual and bordered on insane, a deadly combination. She sat glaring at him for a moment and then her eyes traveled down his body to his crotch. She sat there staring for several moments. "If you even think about resisting, I'll zap your balls till there's nothing left but two fried little nuts. Now, hold still and don't move," she said angrily. 

"I won't resist you," Ross said softly. She quickly sat up but kept her leg tight across his pinned legs, holding him down. She grabbed a length of rope from the cargo area and quickly wrapped it several times around his neck, lose enough that he could breath. She then firmly secured the other end of the rope to the back door handle of the SUV. Being completely nude from the waist down, it appeared that she was more than ready for her version of fun and was also very wet. Even in the darkness, he could see the occasional glints of wetness on her thighs. She had looked more than appealing before, but under the circumstances now, Ross found her arousing in an animalistic way. 

"Hold still, don't move," she said as she eased the pressure of her leg from his. She sat upright and moved her leg off of him. She quickly grabbed another piece of rope and tied off his left ankle to the left door handle and then did the same to the right ankle. He was spread wide open and both of his legs were pulled semi tight. He had just enough slack in the rope that he could bend his legs slightly at the knee. There wasn't enough slack that he could pull his legs together. Once his head and ankles were secured firmly, she rolled him slightly and unlocked the handcuffs. She quickly secured both wrists, binding them together and pulled them tightly to the interior spare tire carrier, securing him to it. 

"There, that should hold you nice and tight. Sorry babe, but sometimes I tend to get a little rough, you know what I mean," she said with a grin. He pulled on one ankle, finding that he could barely move. He knew that his arms were completely immobilized, she had seen to that. By the way that he was restrained, his arms bound and stretched across his chest, it was obvious that she had no interest in anything from the waist up. Everything she wanted was from the waist down. 

"Ungh," he gasped, somewhat startled as he felt her fingernails brush lightly across his cock. She immediately raked them across it again, having seen his startled response. 

"Pull over somewhere and find a safe spot. I'm tired of rolling around back here," Tawny said to the driver. Her hand went back to his leg where she gently played with his exposed inner thigh. He couldn't help it but he could feel himself begin to harden. Within a few minutes the driver pulled the SUV slowly off the road and went off road into the trees. Ross could feel the vehicle bump and lurch as they went farther and farther from the roadway. He could hear bushes and branches scratching the sides of the SUV. 

"Who do I smell on you?" Tawny asked quietly as her face went down between his legs. She sniffed him several times. "Is this the scent of Darcy or Morgan, or is it both of them. You definitely smell like you've been fucking," she asked with a laugh. Her hand had now moved up his thigh and was flicking the tip of his cock head with a fingernail. She knew he was swelling up. 

"It's Morgan," he said softly, embarrassed to even bring her name up in this situation. 

"Well, that little cunt. I never thought that she'd go through with it. The sweet smell should have told me that it was Morgan. I know Darcy's scent; I've worn it many times before. I tried with Morgan but she didn't want to play with another woman. Was she still a virgin?" Tawny asked as she leaned down for a closer look at Ross' face. It was obvious to him that she really wanted to know about Morgan, 'the one that got away'. 

"She was a virgin," Ross said softly. He didn't want to talk about Morgan. It was more than distasteful to even bring her name into this conversation. She had been something special and Tawny was making their night together sound crude and vulgar. 

"I know she use to be a virgin, but was she tonight when you fucked her?" Tawny said, a big grin on her face. She was enjoying the torment. Ross didn't answer.

"Or didn't you fuck her?" she suddenly asked, a look of surprise on her face. "That's it. You didn't fuck her. I bet you couldn't get that thing inside of her, could you?" she asked excitedly as if she had just figured out the answer to her own question. She started laughing loudly. "That's it. She's still a virgin. I knew it. I knew she wouldn't do it. She's too innocent to do anything as Earthy as fucking. But I can smell her on you; you must have done something with her. You tried to didn't you, but you couldn't get it into her?" Tawny said, her curiosity now at a peak. 

"Yes," Ross said softly. He wanted to leave Morgan out of this conversation. He estimated that Morgan would be better off if he admitted to only the most innocent of circumstances. That should make Tawny happy and drop the subject. He didn't want to sully Morgan's reputation. 

"The little bitch," Tawny said laughing out loud. "I've always suspected that she didn't even know now to spell s-e-x and now I'm sure of it. She doesn't do women and she can't do a male. How pathetic can you get? All she can do is watch," she said laughing. Ross smiled to himself as he thought about what she was saying.

"Well, that just means more for me," she said as her fingers gently grasped his semi hard cock and began to rub it. It didn't take but a few moments before she was rubbing a thick hardened cock. He was leaking pre cum all over her hand. "Obviously you need a real woman to take care of that meat," she said, her eyes now watching her hand rubbing him. 

"Ungh, ungh, ungh," Ross moaned slightly, faking it for Tawny's sake. He figured that if he hadn't had sex with Morgan, then Tawny would know that he had plenty of cum stored up. He was mechanically hard but not really feeling any of the pleasurable sensations yet. One advantage to having huge balls was that they always appeared to be full of cum. Tawny mistakenly figured that he was ripe for her plucking.

"Just lay still. I'm going to get that sample taste that I wanted earlier. You've got huge balls; you shouldn't be so stingy with who uses them. Her head immediately dropped down onto his cock, her mouth sucking it in hungrily. She bobbed her head up and down quickly, sucking hard on him. Ross began to feel the good sensations quickly returning. "That definitely was a sweet tasting little pussy that you were trying to get into. I can smell her all over you," she said, coming up for air and laughing. 

Ross groaned as he began to feel his balls responding to the more than nonstop stimulation to his cock. Her mouth was warm, tight and voracious as she went down on him again, her head jerking up and down quickly. Slurping sounds were coming from between his thighs as she continued working him aggressively with her mouth and tongue. She knew that he had been milked prior to coming to the Mistress' estate. She also knew that he had been in the arena with Darcy and had heard that he had shot a sizable load in the process. She estimated that her aggressive stimulation would quickly bring his cock around to her liking. 

"Damn, you act like you're starving for cock," the female in the front seat said quietly. Ross was tied down almost to the point that he couldn't move. From the angle he was positioned, he could see the driver in the front seat. He couldn't see her face in the dark, but he could make out her silhouette and a lot of her body. She had long thick dark hair and was moving out of the driver's seat, crawling across the center console. In the fleeting glimpses from the ambient light, Ross could see that she was wearing blue jeans and an unbuttoned long sleeve blouse. She moved across to the passenger seat, her legs stretched across the console as she made herself comfortable with her back up against the dashboard. Leaning back, she then began to watch the show in the rear of the SUV. 

"I wouldn't say that I'm starving, but I definitely enjoy a good male tube steak," Tawny said with a laugh. She was literally devouring Ross' meaty cock. Her almost non-stop sucking had left him gooey and dripping with not all of that being her saliva. With his foreskin being so swollen from all of the prep work, and his cock head still flared from Sun'Li's tricks, he was more than a mouthful, even for the experienced Tawny. 

"Ummm, don't we all? I do prefer mine to be warmed up before I abuse it," she said with a soft laugh. Ross could see most of her body in the dim light of the front seat. Her blouse was open and held back to her sides by her overly developed breasts. Even in the dark he could see that she had huge rounded tits and that her nipples were sticking out. One by one, the driver would use her fingers to slowly work each nipple, playing with them, fondling them individually. Even though he couldn't see her face, the endowed woman's breasts were more than arousing to view. 

"Oh, believe me; he's plenty warmed up right now. If you could feel how hard he is and how much he's leaking, you'd be surprised that he's not spurting it on the ceiling right now," Tawny said, her mouth going back down on Ross. Tawny had moved in between Ross' legs, her knees spread to hold him steady, her head and shoulders down with her butt pushed up into the air. The driver had more than a good view to Tawny's gaping and wet pussy. By watching the driver's head movements, it was obvious to Ross that she was alternating her view between Tawny's pussy and her head bobbing blowjob as her fingers continued to tweak her sensitive nipples. 

"Well, get him good and cleaned up for me. Be sure to get all of it out of him. I don't want any of that gooey shit spurting into me," the driver said quietly. Ross could see that her hand was quickly pinching and pulling on her hardened nipples. Watching intently, the driver stretched her long legs out and then reached down and undid the buttons on her jeans. She worked the tight jeans over her shapely hips till she got them off and dropped them onto the front floorboard. Instantly, one of her hands dropped down into her lap and began to play with what was a very wet and aroused pussy. Ross heard a soft moan come from the front seat as the driver stretched out, one leg into the back floorboard and one onto the driver's seat. 

"I don't want to work on your dick all night. Come on, give me a good load," Tawny said, taking a momentary respite from her hard sucking. She glanced up at Ross as if to egg him on. "Maybe after being in Darcy's pussy, you need a little extra to get you off," she said. She had been only using her mouth, only holding his cock with just pure suction, but now she moved one hand up to his cock and laid it flat on his pubic bone, the webbing of her hand against the base of his cock. Pressing it tightly to his pubic bone, it forced the foreskin and shaft skin to pull tightly downward. With her mouth on his cock, she could immediately feel the head swell and flare in her mouth. 

"Ummm, do him harder. I think he's getting close to blowing his nuts," the driver said, her hand now moving quickly between her parted thighs. The entire vehicle's interior smelled like sex. Ross was breathing hard; he could feel the urge to cum, but his genitals were just getting up to speed. As he watched, the driver reached out toward Tawny and pressed her fingers into the wet lips as Tawny's head continued bobbing up and down. There must have been some affect, Tawny suddenly groaned and sucked frantically as her butt jerked up and down against the intruding hand. After several moments, the driver moved back to her original position and continued with even faster fingering, her head thrown back as she began to orgasm. 

"Come on, come on, come on," Tawny panted, her tongue swirling around the bulbous cock head as her other hand moved up to his balls. She circled her fingers around one ball and squeezed hard. 

"Unnnggghhh," Ross cried out as she continued to squeeze it hard, her fingers feeling for the fleshy tubes inside. Finding the thick tubes at the top of one ball, she squeezed even harder, pulling and stretching them, milking them with quick jerks. Ross glanced at the front seat to see that the driver was slumped back into the passenger seat, her hands now motionless as her body rested from the intense orgasm. 

"I figured you liked it rough," Tawny said in a gasp. Her hand continued jerking on the tender tube inside his now stretched sack. "If this don't get you off, nothing will," she said as she jerked even harder, causing his cock to bounce from her hard tugging. Her mouth clamped back down on the swollen head, her mouth working frantically. Ross opened his eyes momentarily to see the driver move from the front seat to the center console, lean down toward Tawny's upturned butt and reach out for her. Suddenly, Tawny gasped and groaned her body twisting as she bit down hard on Ross. 

"Awwwhhhh," Ross cried out as she bit him and then sucked frantically. It was obvious to Ross that the driver did something to Tawny's body, causing her to go into a sexual overdrive. Her mouth sped up its sucking, occasionally biting him as she sucked harder and harder. Her one hand was still pulling and jerking on his ball, her other hand flat on his pubic bone, holding his cock steady while her mouth tortured it. Even as painful as it was, Ross could feel himself begin to orgasm. The biting and the violent ball stimulation were forcing his balls to release. 

"I thought that might help you," the driver said with a laugh, completely recovered from her orgasm. She now was directing her attention to Tawny's upturned butt, both of her hands out of Ross' view, somewhere between Tawny's legs. Tawny jerked hard, groaning and bit down on Ross again. This time, she let go of him, her head jerking back as she moaned and shook. 

"Deeper, go deeper," Tawny groaned loudly. She was frantic to cum. She sat motionless for a moment, the driver doing something with both of her hands that Ross couldn't see. Suddenly, Tawny gasped, her back arching hard as her shoulders rolled back. She was frozen for several moments and then dropped her head down as she pulled Ross' cock back flat against his stomach. She glanced up at him for a second and then leaned down, her mouth on the sensitive underside of his cock head. She bit down on him, at the same time sucking hard as she bit into the tender sensitive foreskin. 

"Unnnggghhh," Ross cried out as she bit deep into his foreskin and cock head. She sucked hungrily, her pants and moans now coming nonstop. She was cumming hard and she wanted Ross to feed her his sperm, as he was cumming. Ross could feel his cock shudder as she began chewing the tender skin. With the intense but painful stimulus to his trapped organ, his cock erupted violently in her mouth. It was hard enough that the first gush shot into the back of Tawny's throat, surprising even her. She began sucking faster, tasting the warm thick cream as her orgasm overtook her. Ross squirted several more times, small amounts but thick as he emptied into her mouth. She continued sucking; her panting lessening as her orgasm subsided, not letting any of his sperm escape her mouth. Even as Ross was going soft, she continued to lick and suck on it, making sure to get every drop that was forcibly pumped from the quivering balls. Ross was panting, his cock aching as the salts in her saliva made their way into the fresh cuts and bite marks on the underside of his cock. 




The New Slave Ch. 55



"Shit, that hurts," he cried out as she continued the oral torture, not letting up till he was completely soft and drained. The driver just sat in the front seat, smiling and enjoying the painful show. Ross struggled briefly, trying to get his cock from her mouth, but she wouldn't let go. After several minutes, she finally spat him out, sitting up and grinning at him. She licked her lips suggestively as she sat watching him. 

"I told you I was going to feed from you," she said softly. She still had a hold of one ball, gently squeezing it. "Some people accuse me of being a cum vampire, but it's not that. I just love the feeling of a cock erupting in my mouth. You wouldn't believe all of the things you can feel as you work it into a quivering convulsing frenzy," she said laughing.

"I wasn't even playing with it and I thought that it was pretty hot," the driver said with a laugh. "It was more than fun for me," she said as she watched Ross. It was obvious that his cock had been injured. He was rolling from side to side, trying to pull his legs together. Tawny just remained between his thighs, her knees holding him propped open. She slowly rose up and stretched as she leisurely crawled off of Ross.

"Damn, you did surprise me there at one time. I wasn't expecting that, and especially not that deep," Tawny said as she reached down between her legs and felt around. She pulled her fingers back in front of her face, looking at the gooey liquid that coated her hand. "But I owe you one for that, and a very nice one too," she said laughing. The driver just smiled at her. 

"Well babe, there wasn't that much but plenty enough to get a good taste of you. You were a little bit too salty for my tastes," Tawny said laughing. She sat down beside him, rummaged around in the dark till she found her tank top. Pulling it up over her head, she put it back on. "I don't think that it was the cum that was salty. Actually, your cum was pretty good. I do have to say that you have some really thick stuff. But I think that it might have been the blood that was too salty. I'll have to remember that for next time," she said with a laugh.

"I hope you didn't drain him dry," the driver said as she crawled from the front seat into the back cargo area. "Now I get to play with him. I'm going to be pissed if he can't get hard. Tawny told me that you had a long and busy day," she said giggling. Tawny crawled up into the front seat, making room for the driver to move around. She sat down beside Ross and slipped her blouse off of her shoulders. She was already nude from the waist down. She reached over and grasped the base of Ross' cock, shaking it back and forth like a dead fish in her hand. 

"I know that he was prepped and milked before he got to the mansion, but don't know how many times," Tawny said as she got comfortable in the front seat. She looked almost sleepy as she leaned back against the dashboard, propping her nude legs on the console. Sometimes those prep girls will literally empty a male. Then, I'm not sure but the mistress might have had some of him, and then Sun'Li also, and then he really unloaded a batch onto Darcy, and then he was with Morgan for several hours. I'd estimate that he's probably just about empty," she said with a laugh. 

"He'd better not be. I don't care if he cums, as long as he's nice and hard. I want to try some of that thickness on," the driver said smiling at Ross, as she got comfortable beside him. Seeing her closer, Ross couldn't help but notice that she had fantastic legs and breasts. 

The interior was pretty dark, but with the driver being closer and in the back cargo area with Ross, he could see her face a lot better. She was absolutely gorgeous. As he got a better look at her, he realized that he had not seen her before, but guessed that she was a friend of Tawny's or maybe even a guest at Mistress Francesca's party. Another shocking thought was that she might even be security for the Mistress. He wasn't sure, but he knew that he would remember her, if he had seen her before. It didn't matter either way; she was playing with his cock and was going to fuck him. Her hand was quickly flopping his cock back and forth, bouncing it from one thigh to the other. He was squishy and soft and splattering his fluids all over the back cargo area. 

"After his long day of fun, I don't think that your jerking him like that is going to get him hard," Tawny said as she sat back and watched. "Maybe you should try a softer approach like sucking him," she said with a laugh.

"I'm not sucking that thing, not after everywhere it's been tonight," the female said as she watched her hand shaking it violently back and forth. "Besides, he's leaking like a sieve and getting the whole back area wet with his slime," she said as she stopped to look at his cock. She could feel the splatters coming off of his cock head as she flopped it back and forth. 

"I told you that he's a cum producer. That's what everyone was talking about. Why do you think I was interested in him," Tawny said laughing. "I didn't care about fucking him; I just wanted to suck his meat. And you don't care about sucking him; you just want to fuck him. That makes us the perfect pair. I'll drain his nuts and you can fuck the leftovers," Tawny said laughing out loud. 

"He's awful slick and gooey. He almost feels like he's still cumming," the driver said, as she looked closer in the dim light, trying to see between his legs. "Oh shit!" she yelled as she suddenly sat upright in the back. 

"What? What's wrong?" Tawny said leaning forward. 

"It's not cum, it's blood," she groaned as she quickly let go of the thick cock. She actually scooted back away from Ross, as if he was a contagious person. "Shit, shit, shit," she said as she backed farther away from the restrained male slave. Tawny immediately grabbed a flashlight under the driver's seat and leaned over the console, looking back into the cargo area. Shining the light onto Ross, she could see tiny sprays and splatters of blood all over Ross' thighs and stomach, a slight dribble of blood coming from his cock head. 

"Oh, it's not that bad. It looks worse than it is," she said as she leaned over and grabbed the soft cock. She squeezed it hard several times, watching as a drop of blood leaked down the underside of his shaft. "It's a cock. What do you think makes it swell up?" she said laughing. She leaned down and moved the cock around, examining it. 

"Is that all it is? Damn, I thought we'd cut a vein or something. But sheez, look at all of the bite marks. You did a number on him," the driver said as she leaned down and took a closer look between his legs. "If I can't get him hard, it's going to be your fault. With that many teeth marks on him, that's gotta hurt," she said as she moved the semi limp cock around, looking at it closer. With the flashlight on him, it was obvious that Ross was slowly beginning to thicken. All of the attention to his cock was causing it to slowly revive. 

"Ronni, if you want to fuck him, then you get it up. You know how to work a male," Tawny said watching the driver beginning to play with the floppy cock. 

"Dammit, I told you not to use my name," the driver yelled as she glared back at Tawny. 

"Sorry, it just slipped out. Don't worry; he's not going to be talking to anyone in the near future. What's he going to do, call the cops and report us?" Tawny said laughing. 

"No, but up till just now, he didn't know anything about me. Now he has my name," Ronni said as she went back to a closer examination of the fat cock in her hand. "It doesn't look that bad. I think it's still fuckable," she said with a snicker. Her hand began to gently rub the thick foreskin up and down, covering the head and then pulling it back down, playing with it. It didn't take but a few seconds before she could feel an obvious difference in its size. It was growing thicker. She watched fixedly as it quickly began to swell the more she played with it, lengthening as it dropped. 

"See, not a problem," Tawny said as she leaned back against the dashboard and watched as Ronni coaxed the thick organ into hardness. "With as many times as he's been milked today, you should be able to get a really good fuck out of him," Tawny said seriously. She watched as Ronni's hand quickly turned the floppy cock into a stiff muscled meat stick. Ronni wasn't listening. She was mesmerized as it grew back into a hardness that was now for her own personal use. As she continued to rub the organ, her other hand snuck down between her legs and began a quick process of catching her up to speed with Ross. Within a few moments, she was well lubricated and aching for penetration. 

"Hold still," she said quickly to Ross as she crawled over him and moved into a position straddling his hips. Rising up over him, she reached between her thighs and held firmly onto the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly. She eased down lower and felt the thick head part the wet outer folds of her pussy. She shivered slightly as she eased farther down, feeling the head penetrate into her warmth with a squishy plop. She moaned as she began to slowly move down the thick shaft, taking in more and more of him till she was sitting firmly on top of him, fully impaled. "Oh shit, he's thick," Ronni moaned as she felt Ross fully embedded inside of her, filling her up. She had to hold herself slightly off of him, not being use to his length. She slowly eased down onto him, and then rose up a little. Doing this several times, her vaginal muscles began to relax and accommodate the thick shape that was intruding into her tightness. 

"Ummm," Ross moaned as he felt just how tight she actually was. With her resting completely against his pubic bone, he couldn't' go any deeper into her. He could feel her tightness, almost a quiver running through her pelvis and inner thighs. She was already shaking, a feeling of fullness in her as she slowly rose up from him.

"Easy Ronni, he's bigger than you're use to," Tawny said as she leaned forward to watch the two moving against each other. 

"Than what I'm use to? I'm barely use to anything bigger than my fingers. It's been a while since I've had any of this," Ronni groaned as she slowly eased back down the full length of his shaft. She pushed her pelvis forward, her clit grinding on his pubic bone. To Ross it felt good, but he was already aware of the fact that he was hard but couldn't cum. He was drained. 

"Well, take it slow. That thing is going to stretch you out," Tawny said as she leaned forward to get a better view. 

"Ummm, but what a stretch it will be," she said moaning as she eased back down onto Ross. Her hips immediately flexed as she jerked her body upward, pulling on his shaft and foreskin with her tightness. She dropped her body weight back down, literally falling onto him. She was beginning to pant, her body rising and falling faster and faster, her grunts and groans signaling that she wouldn't take long till she enjoyed the meat that was tucked deep inside of her. She would grind on his pubic bone, forcing her clit down onto him forcefully.

"I'm gonna cum," she groaned loudly, her breathing now raspy and panting fast. "I'm gonna cum," she repeated even harder. She suddenly dropped down onto Ross, grinding her pubic bone into his as the orgasm began deep inside her pelvis. She threw her head back, her thick hair flying as she jerked and ground against him. Her entire body stiffened as she sunk down onto him, her body frozen as her pussy shuddered with the first climax. It was only seconds before she relaxed her body, slowly beginning to move upwards again, slowly, her pussy tightened on his cock, sucking it in and pulling tight on his foreskin. 

Ross sat below her, rock hard but unable to cum. He could feel the yearning to cum but knew that he was a long way from it. She was literally using him as a human dildo, fucking him as she began to cum again. She rose up onto him, and then dropped back down onto him, impaling herself on the stiff slave cock. He watched her with fascination laying as a captured audience, enjoying what his body was doing to her. Her body began to shudder as she felt the familiar sensations rising up from between her thighs and spreading outward through her. She groaned and let out a gasp, her body stiffening again, her back arched hard, her breasts thrown out. He could actually feel her pussy spasms, clenching and releasing his unresponsive cock. It felt good to him, mentally, but physically, he was far from being able to cum. 

"Damn Ronni, I think you're chewing up his cock," Tawny laughed as she watched her friend enjoying multiple orgasms. "Maybe you should rest for a minute," she said with a laugh. 

"No, not yet, there's more," she gasped, her body stiffening again, the now familiar back arching and her head thrown back. She would bear her weight down onto him, mashing her clit against his pubic bone, pushing against him. Ross could feel every twinge that her vaginal canal made, every twitch, every spasm. She was cumming again. During the next several minutes he watched in fascination as her pussy milked him over and over, her orgasms gaining in strength, as he felt very little from his over used cock. It was just what she wanted, a rock hard cock that wouldn't pop inside of her. He didn't know how many times she had cum, but knew that it was more than 5 times, her last one being strong enough that his cock actually was sore from her vaginal clenches. She had barely finished when she fell forward on top of him, gasping and panting. He felt her pussy loosen around his cock as it gripped him tightly and then suddenly loosened.

"Babe, now that looked like fun," Tawny said as she reached down and run her fingers around the edge of Ronni's pussy. Holding her fingers up to the light, she could see that her hand was coated in the clear sticky fluid. "Ross, I'm disappointed in you. I figured that with her, you'd have at least blown your nuts one more time. Didn't you like her?" Tawny said in mock innocence.

"She's a beauty, but I don't think that she really needed me for this," Ross said sarcastically. He was sincere in one part of the sentence, but was feeling somewhat frustrated because he couldn't cum. He was almost drained. And to make matters worse, he was starting to feel the pain in his cock from the human bites. It had been a long day and a very rough one. 

"Actually she didn't. She just needed your cock," Tawny said with a sneer. Ronni was lying on top of Ross, breathing hard, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Ross was still hard, buried deep inside of Ronni, but he could feel her pussy relaxing and letting go of him. She stirred, trying to sit up but lay back down on Ross. His cock slipped out of her with a squishy 'plop' sound.

"That doesn't look good," Tawny said as she wanted a good look at her friend. Tawny was holding the flashlight, pointed down between Ross and Ronni's legs, where they were coupled. "Ronni, we need to check you. You're bleeding," Tawny said seriously. Ronni slowly rolled off of Ross, her legs spread wide as she lay back on the carpet of the SUV. 

"It can't be from me. Anything that felt that good can't be a bad thing," she said as she laid there, her pussy gaping open from the intense stretching that it had just gone through. "It's not me, I'm sure of it. It definitely doesn't hurt," she added with a laugh, still trying to catch her breath. 

"Well if it's not you, then ..." Tawny said, her words trailing off. She reached down and grasped Ross' still hard cock. Squeezing the shaft hard, she could see a drop or two of blood ooze from the fresh bite mark on the underside of his cock head. "Ronni, it's not you. It's him. It's not bad. Just a little bit of blood, but when you two got to really going, he probably puffed up. With a cock and that much blood flooding into it, it's not hard to get blood out of it. You're ok," Tawny said looking at Ross. 

"He felt way too good in me to have been anything bad," she said as she lay back on the carpeted floor. "Blood I don't mind, I just didn't want him popping his nuts off inside of me. Am I messy?" Ronni asked, as she lay relaxing on the floor.

"Oh, you're messy alright, but not like you're asking. I don't see but a little bit of blood, but I do see a lot of your juices," Tawny said laughing and holding the flashlight between Ronni's legs. She was wet enough that her thighs and butt were coated in the sticky clear fluids. She was sopping wet. 

"That I don't mind. I can clean that up. I think that he wore me out," she said dreamily. She rolled over onto her side and looked at Ross. She glanced down, seeing that his cock was about half hard. Tawny sat watching her.

"Do you want to do him again? I don't have any problem with watching," Tawny said laughing. 

"No, I'm done. I'm a little bit sore and a whole lot sensitive," she answered with a laugh. She sat up in the cargo area, looking around she found her blouse and her jeans. She sat back on her butt, and lifting her long legs up, wiggled back into the tight jeans. Tawny just sat and watched.

"It is getting late. I'm sure that by now they're starting to look for him. I'm sure that neither the Mistress nor Dr Sherry will call the cops. But that doesn't do us any good. We still have to get rid of him. What do you think?" Tawny asked, looking at Ronni.

"I can guarantee that they're already looking for him. Keep him tied up and nude like he is. When we find a good spot, we'll dump him out. Go ahead and blind fold him, I don't think that he can see anything while he's tied down there," Ronni instructed.

"I'll drive, you keep him occupied," Tawny said as she climbed into the front seat. Wearing only her tank top, Tawny started up the SUV and pulled out of the forest area. Within a few moments, she was back on the road, picking up speed.

Ronni rolled over next to Ross. She didn't need a blindfold. She picked up her blouse and wrapped it around Ross' face, covering his eyes. She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "That was fun babe. I haven't been fucked like that in a long long time. I can promise you that I will be seeing you again. But let me give you a little advice. If you ever tell anyone about us, or identify us, or even hint that you know it was Tawny and me I'll punish you in ways that even Dr Sherry can't repair. If you know what's good for you, you'll just forget about tonight. Do you understand me?" she said as she reached down between his legs. 

"Yes. Even if they were looking for me, I don't think they'd care much about what I have to say. You forget. I'm a slave," he said softly. Ross had learned early on, to not make enemies with security officers or strong willed women. They could be dangerous later on. Her promise of seeing him again sounded more than definite to him. 

"Make sure that you remember that," she said as she felt between his legs and found his balls. Still trapped by the oval ring that was nowhere near loosening, his balls made an easy target. She felt the soft mushy sack and wrapped her fingers around one ball. She watched his face as she smiled and squeezed the ball hard. He jerked hard as he felt the pain from her hand. "Are you going to remember what I told you? You don't know it but I'm close enough to find you, anytime I want to," she said as she squeezed it again, harder. 

"Yes," he cried out as she held his ball tightly. He jerked from side to side, her hand holding his balls in one spot as she continued to squeeze. She watched him as her hand tightened up even more. 

"Ahh, unngghh," he groaned as she squeezed even more and began to twist the attached ball around. She watched in delight as he jerked back and forth, her hand punishing him. 

"Listen to me. I've given you fair warning. Don't fuck with me. Do you understand?" she said as she squeezed one last time and jerked hard.




The New Slave Ch. 55



"Yes, yes," he gasped as he sucked in air. His ball felt like the tubes were literally being pulled out. He twisted his hips, trying to escape her grasp.

"And don't forget. We will see each other again," she said smiling at him. She suddenly let go of his ball. He jerked and fell back onto the carpeted floorboard, spasms running through the tortured ball. "We will play again, I promise," she whispered softly into his ear. Reaching under the fleshy sack, she cupped it with one hand as she raised her other hand up and slammed it down hard, between his legs. Watching his face, she didn't have to see her hand hit. She could feel it as her fist struck right in between both balls, splattering both of them out to the sides of the thin sack. He jerked hard, pulling on his leg restraints. She drove her fist downward, feeling both balls give as they mashed down from the hard punch. 

Ross immediately went limp as he passed out. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and then laughed. Using her leg, she pushed his legs apart farther and reached between them, feeling for his balls in the dark. They didn't feel damaged, but she knew that the punch had been more than enough to rupture them. She grinned as she squeezed on the balls of the unconscious slave. Even unconscious, he groaned as her fingers roughly played with the battered mushy orbs. Feeling his cock, she noticed an unusually large amount of sticky goo, all over his cock and stomach. Looking closer, she figured that her hard blow to his balls had caused a spontaneous release of sperm. He didn't have much to begin with, but she had forced all of it out with the hard blow. She laughed thinking about it. 

"What are you doing back there, keeping him occupied while I drive?" Tawny asked.

"Oh, I was just helping him get that last little bit of sperm out," she said laughing as she continued working the mashed balls. Ross was unconscious but still feeling her painful finger manipulations. 

"Really, I'm amazed that you got any out of him." 

"It was an effort, but I got it all out," she replied with a laugh. 

"I don't think that he can see over the sides of the truck. He's not going to know where we are," Tawny said with a laugh. 

"Oh, he's plenty distracted right now. I don't think he has any idea where we are," Ronni said with a laugh. She sat up, yawned and then stretched leisurely. Her entire body was feeling so very good. "Ummm, I definitely want some more of that again," she said as she glanced over at the unconscious male slave. She reached over and felt the stricken ball sack. Feeling it again, she could tell that there wasn't any real damage. She was intrigued with the aspect of the rough play and having knocked out a male slave. Both balls flopped around inside of the sack, her fingers probing deeply into it. She enjoyed playing with the unconscious male. Too bad he can't be unconscious and hard at the same time, she thought to herself. 

"We can drop him someone out here, it'll take them a long time to find him," Tawny said as she continued traveling down the road. She continued heading into the wilderness area surrounded by forests and some very rough terrain. "Hope a bear doesn't eat him," she said with a laugh. Ronni just laughed from the back seat, her hand continuing to play with the battered balls. His cock was completely soft now, laying flat against his stomach. She looked at it, watching a heavy flow of sperm mixed with pre cum, ooze from the soft cock head. 

"Yea, I definitely want to play with this slave again," Ronni said with a grin. She didn't have to wonder if she'd ever get the chance. She knew that she would see him again. 



The New Slave Ch. 56



Chapter 56, Slave Hunters & Mercenaries

Ross didn't know how long he had been out. He slowly woke up, feeling the hot sunlight baking his exposed skin. The sun had been up for awhile; he estimated that it was around mid morning or even later. He really didn't know. He found himself lying out in the open, wearing only the soiled loincloth. Left out in the open, it suggested that his captors weren't afraid of him being discovered. It was obvious that they thought no one would be around this area. Looking around, he didn't see any signs of roads or anything that would even give him a hint as to where he was. As far as he could see, there was nothing that even suggested civilization. He lay there for a minute, trying to clear his head and get his bearings. As he rolled over he suddenly remember what had happened as pain shot up into his lower abdomen. 

"Ahh, shit," he moaned as he lay still, frozen in pain. He had been lying on his side, now attempting to roll over onto his back. Remembering what had been done to him, he immediately knew what the pain was coming from. He slowly spread his legs to relieve some of the pressure on his tortured balls. He sat up cautiously, spreading his legs and leaning back. Looking down, he was surprised to see that the loincloth had been put back on him and was tied at the hip. They had taken the time to dress him. His loincloth was now smeared heavily with sperm and small spots that looked like blood. He remembered being tied and nude before Ronni hit him that last time. He barely remembered that. He didn't remember ever cumming that would result in sperm being on the loincloth. 

He crawled over to a large tree, resting as he propped himself up against it and getting out of the hot sunlight. He untied the loincloth and let it lay open as he examined himself, trying to determine how bad his injuries were. It was obvious that Ronni had done a number on him, both balls swollen. He reached down and eased his sensitive cock off of the bloated sack. The sack was dark red and bruised with what looked like small puncture marks on the skin. It was obvious that the left ball was swollen more, its oval shaped pushed forcibly out against the thin skin of the sack. With the oval ring still encasing his trapped organs, it didn't help the swelling any. It was obvious that it wasn't going to come off in the near future. 

He was still wondering where the small droplets of blood had come from. In examining his balls, there were no obvious injuries that would bring blood. Having seen the smears of sperm and blood on the loincloth, he focused his attention on the now very fleshy and fattened cock. Lifting it up, he noticed that the mouth appeared moist, a slight drip oozing out of the mouth. It was obviously pre cum. That struck him as odd, since he had just woke up and was far from being aroused. Gingerly, he grasped the base of his cock and used his thumb and middle finger to squeeze the top and bottom of it. He then ran his fingers down the shaft, milking the inner tube outward. It wasn't too bad, he found that he was very sensitive but not in any real pain. What did surprise him was the sperm and small amount of blood that came out in a large drip as he milked outward. Sperm? Blood? Both of these were not good signs. It would have been surprising to see pre cum, since he was not aroused in the least. But to actually see creamy thick sperm coming out of him was definitely a bad sign. The blood could have been from several different things, any of them indicating a possible medical problem. 

Under the shade of the tree, he got comfortable and did a further exam on himself. On the underside of his cock, he found scratches and bite marks. He then suddenly remembered Tawny biting him several times. The worst ones were right under the cock head, where the foreskin met with his cock head. They were more than sore to the touch and looked reddened and inflamed. He figured that all in all, his injuries weren't that bad but might require some treatment. But for the moment, his problems were not medical as much as they were survival. 

Looking around, he surveyed the area. He was in what appeared to be a tree shrouded valley, surrounded by canyon walls. Obviously he wasn't trapped there, due to being able to still see the tire impressions where Tawny had driven the SUV into that area. He saw that they had not spent much time there, having pulled up and dumped him right next to the vehicle. He figured that if he followed their tire tracks, he'd at least be able to make his way to a road. But for the moment, he needed to get to higher ground to see what was around the immediate area. 

Standing up, he checked himself to find that he was not injured, with the exception of the obvious ones he had already seen. He began walking, making his way toward the top of the highest canyon wall. From there, he would be able to get a better idea of which way to go, once he reached a roadway. Covered in only the loincloth and barefooted, he slowly made his way up to the top, carefully picking his way through the rocky terrain. Within an hour, he had reached the top. Standing at the top he looked around in all directions. To his dismay, he could see nothing that even gave a hint on which way civilization was. He could see nothing except more canyons and horizon. He immediately came back down and began following the tire tracks left by Tawny's SUV. 

Being barefooted made the walking slow almost unbearable. But having been at the facility and barefooted for the past months, his feet had become more adapted to the rough surface. He walked for hours, following the tracks till he could no longer see any signs of them. He still had no idea of where he was or which way to go. About the only thing that he did know was his sense of direction and that he was in trouble. He was sure that Dr Sherry would send out people to start looking for him. He also was sure that Mistress Francesca would do her part to find him. But if he didn't know where he was, it was almost certain that they didn't know where he was either. Where would they even begin to look? It was safe to assume that the kidnappers wouldn't be volunteering any information. Ross correctly figured that Dr Sherry would have security looking for them also.  

As the sun began to set in the west, it at least confirmed what direction he was traveling. But that was small consolation considering that the temperature was beginning to drop as darkness began to fall. He found a covered area along a rock wall that he could sleep in, using branches and leaves to cover up with, keeping warm. It wasn't that cold but he knew it wouldn't be comfortable. He slept fitfully that night, wondering if this was to be his final days and nights. Life had changed drastically in the past few years.

For two days he continued moving, trying to find any sign of people. Not having any knowledge of where the doctor's facility was, he had no idea if he was in National Forests or just some outback area of the state. He figured that he would by now, have seen some sign of a town or at least a house or road. He hadn't had anything to eat, but was fortunate to have running streams all through the area. Several of the streams ran into clear pools of water that he used to clean his wounds and drink from. At least he wouldn't dehydrate, he thought to himself as he began to daydream about cheeseburgers and pathetic meals that he had eaten during his life. Now, all of that seemed like a feast. 

On the third day he rested next to a large pool of crystal clear running water. He knew that sooner or later, he would run across someone. He had walked for miles but had seen no roads or even a hint of civilization. He knew he was quickly growing weaker from lack of food. The berries that he found to eat weren't enough to keep him going. He kept wondering if Dr Sherry or Mistress Francesca were still looking for him or if they had given up. He laughed as he thought how Dr Sherry would probably be looking for him, since he was an entertainment slave and making large sums of money for her. He laughed when he thought about how it was actually his cock that was making large sums of money for her. He found it sad to know that his cock was his singular value at this time. But he also knew that they would be looking for him without ever notifying any authorities. Notifying the authorities would put the facility and Dr Sherry's income in a precarious position. He was slowly giving out and giving up.

"I've never seen a bulge that big on a male. Look at the way his loincloth sticks out. I don't think that a slave would have an erection while wandering lost in the canyons," the slave hunter said as she watched Ross through her binoculars. She kept her binoculars trained on the male as he rested next to the clear natural pool. 

"His cock doesn't look too small either. Every once in awhile he moves just right and you can see it hanging down," the other one said with a laugh. "I wonder how he got all the way out here. It's a little far off the beaten path for a hike," she said with a snicker. 

They both lay in the brush, watching the solitary figure down below them. With the worldwide changes and ruling authorities, slave hunting had become a hugely profitable business. Women with former military training, especially military trackers, had become a lucrative profession. Also, in this day and age, there were more than enough escaped slaves that were loose, each with varying degrees of bounty on their heads. A hunter could make a fortune by finding the 'more expensive' or more sought after slaves and bringing them back to their owners. There were companies that excelled in finding missing or escaped slaves, and then there were the freelance hunters. Their methods and ethics weren't anywhere near the standard of the legitimate professional companies that tracked and returned slaves. 

"I do believe someone might be looking for this one," the one hunter said quietly as she gazed through the binoculars. 

"Why's that?" the other one said softly. At the distance they were, Ross would never have heard them, but people being secretive, usually tend to whisper. 

"Look what's he wearing," she said softly.

"He's not wearing much, just the normal loincloth. What are you seeing?" the one said as she scanned the scantily covered male.

"Watch his crotch closely. Every once in awhile, he'll shift a leg or move just enough that you can see a gleam or a glint from under his loincloth," she answered. 

"I don't see anything," the other one said.

"Just keep watching him. He's got something around his cock or his balls. It's shiny. Now what do you think that might be?" she said with a laugh. "I have a feeling that he's someone's pet or toy. And you know what that means? They'll definitely want him back. I think that we're getting ready to make some big money with this one," she said with a grin. 

"I still don't see anything," the one said as she peered intently through the binoculars. "Oh, wait a minute. I just saw something. He is wearing something under that cloth," she said.

"He's in the middle of nowhere, he's tanned, short skimpy loincloth, and wearing jewelry? I've got a feeling about this one," the one said as she continued watching Ross.

"I think you're right. Maybe he's a sex slave? What do you think?" she asked still watching the slave.

"I think that he's something and someone will pay us to return him," she said with a laugh.

"Well, the least we can do is get a closer look and maybe even have some fun with him. It's been awhile and I'm horny as hell," she responded.  

"I hope he can eat pussy," the one said laughing.

"If not, he can definitely learn," the other one said as she rose up and grabbed her equipment. Crawling away from the edge of the canyon wall, they both quietly made their way back and down into the heavily forested canyon floor.

Ross lay by the pool of water, resting and wondering about his choice of directions. He had been walking and climbing for three days and was now in a weakened state because of no food. He didn't have many options to begin with and there were even fewer now.  He stood up and looked around, looking for an easier way out of the canyon. That was when he thought he heard something behind him. Turning around, he stood still as he looked into the lush vegetation and thick tree growth, watching for any movement. He saw the camouflaged female hunter about the same time the two penetrating probes struck him. Instantly he felt as if a bolt of lightning had hit him. 

"Damn, nice shot," Kim yelled as Ross fell backwards, 50,000 volts coursing through his body. Terri immediately moved forward, approaching the downed slave. Kim was already on top of him, pulling the wired probes from him. One had struck him in the thigh, the other probe hitting him in the hip. Closing the circuit, the 50,000 volts had been launched by an air taser, basically jamming his nervous system and causing an instant loss of muscular control. He dropped like the proverbial sack of potatoes. He was fully conscious but dazed and disoriented, unable to move.

"I've got him," Kim said as she immediately rolled Ross over and quickly handcuffed him behind his back. She then rolled him back over onto his back and stepped in between his thighs, using her boots to keep his legs spread. Handcuffed and spread wide, her stance was more an offensive position rather than a defensive position. She could easily kick his balls to keep him down. It was a mute point, with the loss of muscular control; he wasn't even trying to get up. He was still trying to figure what had happened to him and why he couldn't move a muscle. Disoriented, he stared up at Kim who was standing over him.

"Tag, you're it," Terri said as she walked up to Kim and Ross, putting the taser gun into a holster specially outfitted to her backpack. "He's older than I thought he was. I guess that from the distance, he looked younger," she said as she visually examined the male slave lying on the ground. 

"You were probably looking at his butt in that skimpy cloth," Kim said with a laugh. 

"From back up there, I could see that he had good legs. What else does he have?" Terri said as she dropped her equipment and moved over to Ross' side. 

"Well, let's just see," Kim said as she bent down and ran her hand up under Ross' loincloth. Without moving his loincloth, Kim felt around for several moments and then stood up and grinned at Terri. "It would seem that he's endowed with an extra helping or two of male meat," she said with a grin. 

"Good. I'd hate to think we're wasting our time with some small dicked old guy," she said. 

"Oh I think you're going to be surprised at this one," Kim said as she knelt down between Ross' legs and lifted up his loincloth. She sat there for a moment, peering under the short cloth. "This guy is more than endowed. He's got a massive cock with bullballs, and he's not even hard yet," she said, emphasizing the word 'yet', her eyes focused on what was beneath the loincloth.

"Well, come on, let's get him up and secured before he comes completely around. We can play with him after he's restrained," she said as she reached down and grabbed Ross' left arm. Kim stood up and grabbed his right arm and they pulled him up to his knees. Half dragging, half helping him, they pulled Ross over to a nearby tree. Kim undid the handcuffs in the back and together they both stood him up and re handcuffed him, his arms secured around the tree and behind him. Terri then pushed him back down to his knees as she knelt down and pulled each of his ankles to either side of the tree. Grabbing a length of rope from her pack, she quickly tied off each ankle and bound them behind him, around the tree. Tied in this manner, his knees were spread wide and held there, plus his arms were pulled tightly behind him. He could barely move. 

"There, that should hold him for awhile," Terri said as she checked the restraints. "Now lets see just what we've won," Terri said with a chuckle. By this point, Ross was beginning to feel his arms and legs again. The affect of the heavy voltage shock was quickly wearing off. He shook his head several times, trying to clear his foggy mind. He now knew what had happened, he had seen a taser used many times in his police career. 

Ross had heard some of the trainers and staff mention the word hunters, but never really knew what they were. At this point, he knew that he was looking at two slave hunters. It was evident since both were wearing camouflage and carried taser weapons. He could see that both were carrying semi-automatic pistols in specially built holsters attached to their packs. Both were dressed in camouflage that went with the terrain that they were in. Both appeared to have been out in the wilderness for some time, due to them being covered in dirt and dust. They weren't wearing any make-up and both looked as though they hadn't bathed in a week.  

What surprised him was their actual looks, rather than what he had envisioned in his imagination. Standing in front of him, even dirty and dusty, were two very attractive and cute young females. Even wearing camouflage, Ross could see that both were well built and busty. Both were young, maybe around 25 to 27 years old. Terri seemed to be the leader, based on the way she talked and carried herself. She had short, shoulder length dark hair and an air about her of superiority. She was more than cute in a schoolgirl kind of way. Her dark brown eyes were flashing and responsive. Her entire mood could be seen through her eyes. At this point, her eyes looked inquisitive and more than interested in the captured prey. 

Kim appeared to be around the same age as Terri, and seemed to have a constant curious but confused look in her expression. Everything was a mystery or a question to her. She struck Ross as being very naïve even though she was a slave hunter. She was really very cute with short blonde hair and a slight turned up nose. Her deep blue eyes seemed to be perpetually questioning everything around her. 

"Go ahead and gag him. I don't think that he has anything important to say for the time being," Terri said as she stood back and looked at Ross. Kim immediately reached over to her pack and pulled a small ball gag out, fastening it around Ross' head and jaw. She pulled his jaw down and popped the small ball into his mouth, and then moved the gag back up into place, securing it. 

"There, that should keep him quiet for awhile. I want to see what that shiny thing was. You don't think he has a metal cock, do you?" Kim said with a laugh. She grinned at Ross and then knelt down in front of him and cut the loincloth from him with one quick swipe at the knotted hip tie. The loincloth fell to the ground around his knees. "Whoaaaaa!" she said as she sat looking between his legs. 

"Now that is one big banana," Terri said as she turned and saw what Kim was looking at. 

"Damn. That's a lot of meat and he's not even hard. But what is that metal thing?" Kim said as she sat back on her knees and viewed the jewelry that still encased Ross' reproductive organs.

"That my naïve friend is what is known as jewelry. And in this case and even better yet, it's slave jewelry. I can guarantee that he belongs to someone. No slave wears jewelry unless their owner buys it for them, and in that case, they buy it for a purpose. I'll bet you that he's a sex slave," Terri said as she walked over for a closer view. 

"But what is it? What's it for? It just looks like a big metal ring to me. How would a metal ring tell you that he's a sex slave," Kim said in a confused tone. Terri squatted down next to Kim, enjoying the sight of the captured male slave and the heavy metal ring. 

"Apparently you haven't purchased much jewelry. That metal ring as you call it is some high dollar male jewelry. I've seen a few slaves wearing something like that, but nothing as big as that one. It looks like either pure silver or sterling silver. Either way, he's got a large chunk of money surrounding his cock. Owners don't buy jewelry for slaves, just for the fun of it. It probably means that he's a sex slave for renting or someone's personal pet, especially with the size of that cock. You can bet that they're looking for this one," Terri said seriously. 




The New Slave Ch. 56



"It does look pretty arousing. He really is big, but that ring makes him look massive," Kim said, her eyes trained on the ring encircled cock and balls. Terri noticed that Kim actually started licking her lips as she sat staring at the fleshy organ hanging down. "It makes him really bulge out. I've never seen one that thick," she said with a big grin. She was more than enjoying the capture of this slave. 

"He's definitely got some equipment between his legs," Terri said as she watched the mesmerized Kim. "That kind of size usually means that the slave is used for sex," she added. 

"So, since he's wearing jewelry, that means he's a sex slave. I'll have to remember that," Kim mumbled to herself as she sat staring at the sex organs. 

"It's not just that. Look at him! For one thing, he's wearing jewelry. Slaves don't wear jewelry unless there's a reason. Two, look how tan he is. Hell, he even has distinct tan lines. Believe me, slaves don't worry about their tans. Three, he's fit, trim and seems to be pretty healthy. And look how his balls are smooth and hairless. Even his pubic hair has been cut short and trimmed. This guy is a sex slave. I can guarantee it," Terri said as she hoped to teach her partner a few facts.

"I hadn't even noticed," Kim said as she listened and watched intently. 

"Here's something else to look for," Terri said, her words trailing off as she scooted up on her knees to the tied male. She reached out and took Ross' cock into her hands. Looking closely she examined the thick foreskin and head till she found what she was looking for. "I'd say that this is proof positive. Look real close, do you see what I'm looking at?" Terri said as she turned and looked at Kim. Kim looked confused and lost. She didn't know what she was supposed to be looking at. 

"He's getting thicker and swelling up?" she said with a big smile. It was more of a question than a statement. She didn't know what she was looking at. It was only obvious to her that the male was quickly becoming aroused by Terri's examination of his cock.

"No you idiot. Look at this," she said as she held his cock back against his stomach and pulled the foreskin back tight. "I didn't know if he'd have it or not because not all slaves have them. But this one does. You can see he has piercing holes. He's been pierced. He's just not wearing any of his cock jewelry right now. Can you see the two small holes in his foreskin, just under the head?" Terri asked in exasperation. 

"Neat, he has holes in his cock skin?" Kim said in wide-eyed surprise. "You mean that he's pierced like my ears are pierced," she said as her fingers went up to her ears, touching them. 

"Yes. He's a sex slave and he wears jewelry. His cock is pierced so that it can take jewelry. It's to make him look better for paying customers," she said in frustration. She just sat and stared at Kim, shaking her head. 

"I hadn't even noticed," Kim mumbled, her attention focused on the quickly growing cock. She was more fascinated with the function of male arousal, rather than a lesson in what sex slaves wore.  

"You haven't been with many males, have you?" Terri said seriously. Terri had been a slave hunter for several years. She was more than aware of what went on between hunters and male slaves prior to their return. She had enjoyed many males for hours and hours prior to returning the exhausted slave and picking up her bounty money. Kim wasn't that new to the lucrative profession, but she was very naïve and was quickly learning from the experienced Terri. 

"Sure I have. I've been with a lot of males," Kim lied. It was obvious that Kim was embarrassed and angered by Terri's question. Kim's concentration on the rapidly growing cock in front of her was now cut short by Terri's stinging comment. "I've had a lot of males, both out here and back at home," Kim said angrily as she glared at Terri. 

"You're a virgin aren't you?" Terri asked with a big, all knowing grin. Kim looked embarrassed, her face turning bright red. 

"No! I've played with some, maybe not as many as you, but I've done it quite a few times," Kim said trying to defend herself. 

"Played with some? How many times have you fucked," Terri demanded, a grin on her face. 

"Not that many, but I've played with a lot of males," Kim said dejectedly. She looked away, wanting to change the subject. 

"Ok, you've fucked a few times, honestly?" Terri asked seriously, looking at the embarrassed Kim. 

"I'm not a virgin, believe me. Haven't been for the past several years. But I haven't got to do it that many times. I've wanted to. I've gotten to fuck them, but not as many times as you. I always seem to get the leftovers. By the time that I get'em, they can't even get it up," Kim said sincerely. She was now more than embarrassed, her head hung down.

"Hey, don't feel bad. You're young. There's plenty of time and plenty of slaves out here. I'll let you play with this one, all you want. That is, as soon as I'm finished with him," Terri said with a laugh.

"Really. I get to play with this one?" she said, her entire mood cheering up with a big smile on her face. 

"Sure, as long as you want. But I go first. I bagged him and he's mine. When we're done with him, we'll take him back and collect the reward. Since he's a sex slave, that will mean that the reward will be a lot higher than the normal. We're going to make really good money on this guy. Does that sound good to you?" Terri said, trying to cheer her partner up. Terri really liked Kim but got tired of her continual innocence and naïve questions. 

"Ummm, great. When do we start?" she answered, her eyes now back to the hard cock that Terri was still holding onto. 

"Well, we start right now. No time like the present," Terri said with enthusiasm. "We really need to check him out first to see what we're getting into. Or maybe I should say to see what's getting into us," she added with a laugh. 

"He's definitely got a big one. Look at the size of his balls. They're huge. I bet he cums a lot," Kim said innocently. 

"He might or he might not. But first we want to check him," Terri said, figuring that she would try and teach her partner a few things for the future. It was obvious to Terri that Kim didn't have much experience with sex. She had probably 'played' with males before but wasn't knowledgeable about what she was getting into. "First we look for any obvious signs that he might be infected or carrying any disease," Terri said as she moved in closer to Ross and turned his cock over in her hand, examining it. She could see the bruises and swelling on the underside of his cock head. 

"If he had a disease, wouldn't that be something that we couldn't' see?" Kim asked innocently. 

"Definitely. But I'm looking for anything obvious. It does appear that someone was having some fun with him, chewing on his cock it looks like," she said as she saw the bite marks on the underside of his cock. With all of Terri's fondling and close exams, Ross was rock hard and beginning to ooze with pre cum. Kim was fascinated as she watched Terri continue playing with the aroused male. All Ross could do was struggle slightly and stare at his captors as they examined and fondled the obviously aroused sex organs. 

"He looks really turned on," Kim said in fascination, her eyes glued to Terri's hands and the fattened cock. 

"Oh, he's turned on all right. I don't think that he can get any harder. His pre cum says that he's ready to go. Or should I say that he's ready to cum," she said laughing. Kim laughed as she continued watching Terri. "I don't see anything obviously wrong with him. It's obvious that his cock and balls have been through the ringer in the past few days. He has some old bruises and these puffy scratches. It looks like someone was actually chewing on his cock. These look like bite marks," she said as she continued her exam on Ross. 

"I think he's about ready to pop. Look at how tight his sack is," Kim said as she continued watching the amateur medical exam.

"Yea, that sort of worries me. His balls are tight right now and he's not anywhere near cumming. If he was close to cumming, I'd expect his balls to tighten up, but he's not there yet. I think that his balls are swollen, but I'm not sure. They're huge to begin with but the skin shouldn't be so tight around them. That makes me think that they're swollen," she said as she gently squeezed the heavy sack. Ross immediately groaned through the gag and jerked hard as the pain shot up into his lower abdomen. Terri glanced up at him and grinned.

"Oh, he didn't like that," Kim said with a big grin. Both of them could see that Ross' cock began to soften a little. Terri could actually feel it soften in her hand. She grinned at Ross as she cradled the huge sack and began to gently massage the outer sides of each ball. He moaned from the increased pleasure and pain that he was now experiencing. His cock jerked slightly and quickly stiffened from the stimulation. 

"No, he didn't like that, but it does seem to have an affect on him," Terri said as she closely watched his face as her hand squeezed the battered orbs. He jerked upright, his body stiffening as he felt her fingers squeeze him again. 

"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh," he cried out through the gag as her hand encircled one ball and squeezed it tightly. He pulled against his restraints, trying to escape her hands. Both of the hunters could see that his cock didn't soften any. 

"I definitely think that he's ok to fuck. We'll just have to refrain from tying his balls up," Terri said with a laugh. Both Kim and Terri were familiar with a method of restraining a male slave during the night, by tying the male on the ground with their balls tied above them to a nearby tree limb. If the slave tried to move, the rope would keep them pinned to the ground by creating tension on the rope that was tied to their balls. It was a common method for securing a slave while the hunter slept. 

"I think he's good," Kim said, her mouth almost watering as she sat mesmerized.

"Oh, he's good. I think that he's ready to. His cock doesn't seem to be injured and look how much he's leaking. I really think that we might be doing him a favor. This slave looks like he needs his balls drained," Terri said with a laugh. 

"Ok, I'm ready," Kim said dreamily. She sat up and began to unbutton her camouflage top. 

"I'm sure that we're going to be here awhile and we need to make camp. Why don't you go get cleaned up in that pool over there and then start setting up camp?" Terri said as she tried to send Kim away.

"No, I want to watch," Kim said with a gleam in her eye. Her arousal was more than obvious as she watched Terri's hands slowly working the slave's cock and balls. She was more than fascinated as she watched Ross jerk and twist as Terri paid aggressive attention to his balls. Terri could see that Kim was determined to stay and watch. Actually, Terri didn't mind because she had had other partners sit and watch while she took advantage of a restrained male. Watching might even teach her naïve partner some useful information. 

"Ok, you can watch. But we don't get many chances of good water or getting a bath. I'm just suggesting that you can take advantage of that pool and you're still plenty close enough to watch. Believe me, you're not going to miss anything," Terri said, sensing that Kim was determined to watch.

"That is a good idea. It's been awhile and I would enjoy the water," she said, obviously thinking about it. Kim stood up and watched Ross grimace from the ball manipulations that Terri was administering to him. Kim found herself turned on more than normal. She watched Ross as she reached down and began unbuttoning her top. Within seconds, she was standing in front of Ross, wearing only her boots and camouflage pants. Kim continued to watch Ross as she reached down and undid the buttons on the pants. Ross was now watching her. It was obvious to him that both of them were going to be using him. The same was obvious to them.  



The New Slave Ch. 57



Chapter 57, The Hunters Torture the Slave

Kim moved around Ross and Terri for several minutes, just watching what Terri was doing to the restrained and gagged male. She was fascinated and oblivious to her own semi nudity. Ross was fascinated also. Having been in Dr Sherry's facility for the past few months, he had gotten somewhat accustomed to being milked on a regular basis. For the past three days in the wilderness, sex was the farthest thing from his mind. Now he was watching as Terri slowly stimulated his cock and balls while Kim walked around nude from the waist up. Kim was also more than aware that he was looking at her bare breasts. 

"I think he likes what he sees," Terri said as she continued to gently rub the stiff cock in her hand. She had stopped her ball manipulation and was just enjoying a relaxed rub of the large male appendage. He was obviously very responsive and she was in no hurry. 

"You think so?" Kim said, a thrilled look coming over her face. She walked over closer to Ross and Terri and just stood there. Kim was even heavier breasted than Ross had thought she might be. She had overly full ripe breasts with tiny pink nipples. Her skin was unlike the women that he had become accustomed to in the past months. Kim looked as though she had never tanned a day in her life. Her skin was soft and milky white, accenting the pinkish red of her nipples. Her nipples were as hard as they could get. She was obviously very excited as she watched Ross watching her. 

"Oh yea, he hasn't taken his eyes off of you yet," Terri said as she glanced up at Ross. Hearing the conversation, Ross glanced at Terri. She didn't seem upset or jealous but almost happy that Ross was taking an interest in one of them. "It's always more fun if the slave is in the mood to get his balls popped," she said with a grin. 

"What do you mean, if he's in the mood?" Kim said, a tone of bewilderment in her voice.

"He's male! That means his cock will get hard for anything. But it's more fun if he wants to play, rather than just being played with. This one definitely wants to play. Here, look at this," Terri said as she held up her hand. Her hand was thickly coated with the slick clear pre cum from Ross. Kim stepped closer to get a better look. She reached out and touched Terri's hand, rubbing her fingers in the gooey liquid. 

"That's hot," she said almost breathlessly, her eyes glued to her fingers as she rubbed the slippery fluid around on her fingers. She was more than enjoying her lesson from her friend Terri. Kim looked up at Ross, seeing that he was watching her closely. She smiled as she reached down and undid the nylon-webbed belt. Unbuttoning her camouflaged bottoms, she watched Ross intently as she slid them down over her hips. Dropping them to the ground, she sat down and unlaced her boots, watching Ross as his eyes traveled up and down her almost nude body. It was obvious to her that there were particular areas that he liked. Getting her boots unlaced, she quickly removed them and then slid her pants down and off, tossing them to the side. Making it into a show, she stood up slowly, letting Ross get a good long look at her, now in only a thong. She smiled at him as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the thong and slid it slowly over her hips and down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, her eyes never leaving him. 

Ross moaned slightly as he watched Kim move about, not to mention Terri still playing with his cock. Kim was completely lacking any hint of a tan. Her white skin was soft with just a hint of baby fat, a thickness that suggested that her entire body was soft and warm. Ross could see that she was more natural in her appearance, her blonde pubic hair trim and neat, but still long considering most of the women that he had seen lately. He could see that her vaginal lips were fleshy and distended, already flared open in anticipation. He could also see that she was obviously very wet. 

"I think he's about ready to blow his load," Terri said with a laugh. She let go of his cock as she maneuvered around to his right side, kneeling beside him and facing him. Facing him as she was, she easily reached her right hand across the front of Ross, grasping his cock again. She leaned into him, her left hand snaking around behind him and up between his legs. Feeling around for a moment, she easily grasped his sack and stretched it back behind him, holding it by one ball. This time her right hand began rubbing his cock quickly as she leaned toward Ross' front, to watch its progress. "Yea, this won't take long. He's already dripping pre cum like a faucet," she said as she watched her hand rubbing him. She immediately started jerking his cock hard, aiming it out in front of him. 

"What are you doing? You're going to make him cum," Kim asked in confusion. Kim didn't want the slave to waste any cum till she or Terri had a chance to mount him. She was also more than aroused as she watched Terri jerk the slave off with hard fast strokes. Ross jerking and thrusting told her that he wasn't going to last long. 

"That's the point. I'm going to clean out his tubes," Terry answered, glancing up at Kim for a moment. 

"Clean out his tubes?" Kim said curiously. 

"Yea. He'll blow his nuts out pretty quick. He's almost no good to us right now, since he'll cum way too fast. So, I'm going to slow him down a little and take some of the pressure off of them. Then he'll last a lot longer when we start fucking him," Terri said with a laugh. 

"But why waste it? He might not have enough for both of us," Kim said with disappointment.

"Waste it? Believe me, there's no wasting it. He's got more than plenty in there. He's been saving it up in his bags. He's got more than enough inside of him," Terri said, her hand now jacking Ross faster. His cock was now bouncing up and down as her hand fisted him. Ross jerked violently and thrust his hips forward as he felt Terri bear down with her left hand on one ball. Being battered and abused three days prior had not given enough time for his balls to completely heal. He was gasping and panting as Terri only tightened her grip on the one very tender and swollen ball, in order to hang onto him. 

"Are you sure he's got enough for both of us?" Kim asked softly. Her eyes were glued to the hand action that was occurring at Ross' front and his rear. Kim moved to the opposite side of Terri, in order to get a better look as Terri sexually tortured both his cock and ball simultaneously. He was still hard but jerking and resisting from the pain that Terri was inflicting on the one ball. The more he tried to pull free from her hands, the tighter she gripped him, jerking and squeezing him harder. His arms were handcuffed behind him, around the tree. He wasn't going anywhere. 

"I'm sure," Terri said firmly. She was watching Ross with a grin, enjoying his torment as she jacked him off cruelly. It was obvious to her that he was in pain. She had more than enough sexual experience with captured male slaves to know what was intense pleasure and what was not. Kim was almost comical, her head bobbing left and right, trying to watch the action of Terri's hand in front and Terri's hand behind the captured slave. 

"Well, if you say so," Kim said softly as her head bobbed from the front of Ross to the rear and back again. 

"Kim, he's an escaped slave. He's been running and hiding for the past few days. Believe me, he hasn't been out here jacking off in the bushes. I bet he hasn't even touched himself, have you?" Terri asked, leaning down and whispering into Ross' ear. He was panting, his head back and his eyes closed. She was masturbating him with full strokes, pulling the foreskin down hard over the head. He was about to explode. 

"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh," Ross gasped through the ball gag in his mouth. His eyes were wide open, then tightly clenched as Terri kept a firm grip on the gooey ball trapped inside his sack. It's slithering around and popping from her grasp only made her grab onto it harder and firmer. She squeezed it hard in order to hold him still. 

"Ok, good. Then this might get him really ready for some fucking," Kim said quickly with a big grin. If Terri said it was ok, then it was ok. She was now more than interested in seeing the slave shoot his tortured load. Ross' hips were bucking as her hand jerked hard and fast, concentrating on the head. She was jerking his cock hard enough that his balls were pulling and stretching from front to back, Terri's firm grip controlling them. 

"Unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ross gasped as a huge thick ropelike spurt of cum shot from his bloated cock head. His cock pulsed and flexed in her tight grip several times, shooting out several more heavy spurts of the creamy milk. Terri kept jerking him, slowing her hand and pointing his cock outward in front of him. Kim was mesmerized as she watched the thick fluids splatter into the dirt, pooling into thick puddles. Within a few moments, it was over, Ross slumping down against the tree that held him. Terri continued to rub him for several more moments, squeezing his cock in a milking motion, making sure to get the last drops of his orgasm. She then shook the fat semi hard cock several times, and then suddenly let go of it. 

"Wow, that's a lot of cum," Kim said, her eyes wide as she watched Terri finish off the slave. "I think you drained him," she said, a questioning tone in her voice. 

"No, not even close," Terri said as she crawled around in front of Ross. "He's got plenty left in him," she said non-chalantly. 

"No, I think you drained him. He won't have anything left in him now," Kim said bitterly. It was obvious that she was getting mad. Terri turned and looked at her in surprise. It was obvious to Terri that Kim was thinking she wouldn't get her turn. 

"Kim, there's a ton of that shit still inside his balls. I promise you. Every male is different. Have you ever jacked a male off?" she asked seriously.

"Sure, lots of times. But I've never seen that much come out of one guy," she said. They usually put out a lot less than that. I've never seen a guy pump that much out in one load," she said pouting. 

"I promise you, he's got plenty left in him. Look at his balls. Don't you think that those balls can cum a few more times? Look at them," Terri demanded. Kim glanced at the slave, thinking it over. It was obvious that she was thinking about it.

"I guess so. I don't know. Every guy that I ever jacked off just shot his load and then got soft. That was pretty much the end of it," she said gloomily. 

"Cheer up. I can guarantee that we're just getting started and you'll get to have all the fun you want," she added quickly, trying to convince her partner.

"I hope so," Kim replied. She was starting to piss off Terri. She was beginning to remind Terri of a pouting 13 year old. 

"Look, we'll give him a little bit of time to rest and then I'll play with him. You'll see when his cock pops back up like a big balloon. Then you can play with him and he'll pop his nuts for you. Besides, it's not whether or not he cums, it's that his cock gets rock hard and stiff. That's what's important," Terri said. She knew that with the amount that Ross had just put out, he'd be more than ready for another turn. She'd get him hard and then fuck him. For the third time, it would be Kim's problem to get him hard. But that was her problem. 

"Come on, let's set up camp. You can play in the water and watch what I do with him," Terri said as she watched her glum friend. 

"Ok," Kim said cheering up immediately. The aspect of her having a turn with a restrained male slave got her excited. She had been overly aroused in watching what Terri was doing to the captured male, but the thought of her playing with him was almost too much for her. She could feel her pussy begin to quiver, just thinking about his cock being inside of her. She couldn't wait until she could have him for a while. 

"I just want to check this out first," Terri said as she squatted down in front of Ross, inspecting the thick puddles of sperm. She looked at them closely, watching as the thick sperm slowly soaked into the dirt. She ran her finger through one puddle, held it up to her face and looked at it closely. She smeared it around between her fingers and then looked at it again. "It looks like a little bit of blood in his sperm. I'm not sure what that means, but I don't think it's a good thing," she said with a laugh. She could see tiny specks of blood intermixed with the stringy white globs of sperm. 

"What do you think it is, a problem or something? Maybe he has some kind of disease?" Kim asked curiously. Now she was on her knees, her fingers dabbing at the still warm puddles of cum. She was fascinated with the amount of the male milk that lay in the dirt before her. It didn't take but a few moments of playing with the sperm before she had to play with the source of the sperm. She reached out and grasped the sticky coated fat organ, giving it a quick rub. She watched in fascination as Ross gasped and squirmed, trying to get lose from her playful hands. Even gagged, she could hear his displeasure as her hands squeezed and jerked on the limp organ. Disappointed, she quickly let go of it as soon as she saw that it wasn't going to respond to her rough play. 

"I guess that he's not ready yet," Kim said dejectedly. She pouted as she stood up and watched the writhing male slave. "Maybe the blood and the fact that he isn't hard again, means that there's a problem with him," Kim said. 

"Well, if there's a problem, his cock isn't showing it. Didn't seem to be a problem a few minutes ago when it was pumping out. We'll give him a little longer and then see if his thing pops back up. I bet that it does," she answered with a laugh. "Come on, I don't think we'll have to wait long to get him up again," she said as she stood up and stripped off her camouflage top. Ross didn't even notice. He was still recovering from the quick job that Terri had done on him. He was slumped forward against his restraints, his cock deflated but still dripping the heavy white globs of cum from the head. There was a large puddle of white cream forming directly below his soft cock. 

"I'm going to kick back in the pool and watch you guys," Kim said as she moved over to the crystal clear pool of warm water. She eased into it, settling back comfortably against a rock shelf. "You should join me, the water feels so good. It's almost hot water," Kim said as she lay back and soaked in the warm pool. 

"I will, just as soon as I'm finished with him," Terri said as she quickly stripped down to just a thong. She moved her pack and extra equipment over toward the pool, away from the immediate area of her intended play. She walked over to Ross and stood above him for several moments, just watching him. Still gagged, Ross slowly looked up at her. Terri was built a lot better than Kim. Terri was dark tanned; the only visible tan lines were a tiny line across her hips where a very tiny bikini had been, and a band-aid sized patch surrounding her clit She also had full and rounded breasts but unlike Kim, Terri had huge nipples that stuck out, as if demanding attention. They were already demanding attention, being hard and swollen. Her pubic area was smooth skinned and totally shaved, the wet lips hanging down and flared. It was obvious that she was more than ready to fuck the tied up slave. She stood smiling as she looked down and watched Ross. She slowly moved her hand up between her legs and eased one fingertip into the moist opening. Slowly playing with herself, she stood and watched Ross as he watched her. 

"Since I got that first load out of him, it slowed him down quite a bit. If I hadn't jacked him off, he'd be popping off a load in me within a minute. So, see what you've already learned?" Terri said to Kim. Kim just smiled and lay back in the warm water. Terri moved over to her pack and after several moments of rummaging around in it, pulled out two heavy large spiral ground plugs. She went over to Ross and estimated about where his legs would be if stretched out in front of him. She widened the distance by several more inches and then began to screw one plug deep into the ground. She then worked the other spiral plug into the ground. 

"Ok babe, just relax and we'll get you situated here, all nice and comfortable," Terri said as she went behind him and undid the rope that was tied around his ankles. She helped him, easing his legs out in front of him from the kneeling position. She then sat him down flat on the ground and stretched one leg out forcefully in front of him. She tied off his ankle to the ground plug, snugging the rope up tightly. She tied off the other leg, and then checked the rope ties to his ankles, securing him to the spiral plugs that were tightly fixed into the hard ground. Standing back, she smiled as she surveyed the restrained but easily accessible slave. Handcuffed as he was, he was resting back against the tree, his arms to either side. His legs were stretched out and spread open wide. 

"I think you've had plenty of rest," she said as she reached into her backpack and pulled out a small bottle of green liquid and a collapsible water bowl. "Here, give me some water," Terri said as she handed the bowl to Kim. Filling it, Kim handed it back to Terri and watched, trying to figure out what she was doing. Terri took the bowl of water over to Ross and slowly poured it all over his thighs, cock and balls. She immediately grabbed the bottle of green liquid and squirted some of it out onto Ross' pubic area and cock. She knelt down next to him and began to rub the green liquid into his cock and balls, a heavy lather quickly appearing. She spent several minutes lathering his cock and balls, carefully getting her hands between his legs, all around his balls and his pubic hair. She paid extra attention to his cock, pulling the foreskin down hard and rubbing him vigorously with the thick lather. 

"What are you doing?" Kim said as she sat wide-eyed and watched. She was grinning, wondering if her more experienced partner had gone crazy. 

"I'm cleaning him up. I'm getting rid of any little creepy crawly things that might be in his hair or his skin. Don't tell me that you've never cleaned a male before you used him?" Terri said as she glanced back from her cleaning task. 

"Well, I wasn't very good in science, but I don't think that just some soap is going to kill anything on him," Kim said with a laugh, amazed that she might know something more than her experienced partner. 

"It's an anti bacterial soap, you idiot. This stuff is strong enough to kill almost anything that he might have on him, bacterial, viral, or just germs. I'm not trying to kill 'bugs'," she said with laugh. Terri glanced back at Kim and shook her head. 

"Oh. I didn't know. But what about stuff that might be in him?" Kim said curiously. "If we fuck him, won't we be picking up the stuff from inside of him?" she asked, a sudden look of concern coming over her face. She had not thought about the idea of germs or disease. Terri just looked back at Kim with a stare. Kim shrank back as she realized that she didn't know anything about what Terri was doing.

"I thought that you said you've played with male slaves before," Terri said as she continued to rub and work the soapy lather into Ross' genitals. 

"Well, I have, many times," Kim said defensively. 

"You've fucked a slave?" Terri said seriously. "I mean had him inside of you?" she asked looking back at the bewildered Kim.

"Well, yes. I've fucked before, but just not out here in the wild. I already told you that! I've had males before, but that was back in civilization," Kim said her voice and eyes lowering as she admitted to her limited experience.

"So, in all these times, what have you been doing with males that you captured? Didn't you fuck them? You told me that you got the leftovers," Terri said, a look of astonishment on her face as she remembered what Kim had told her just a while ago. Kim's embarrassment was obvious. Her face was blood red.




The New Slave Ch. 57



"I've fucked, plenty of times. I love to do it, but I've never gotten to out here. I've just played with them in the past. I like watching them shoot their splooge," Kim said as she quickly ducked her head under the warm water. She rose up, wiping her long wet blonde hair back as she saw that Terri was still staring at her. "I've wanted to, just never gotten very many chances. I'm not a virgin. I have had a few slaves in the past," she finished in defense.

"Ok, then today you'll get to fuck," Terri said as she finished her quick clean of Ross. His cock was beginning to fatten and stiffen up. Terri would stop occasionally to check its progress as it slowly hardened. Her cleaning him and her particular attention to cleaning the head and foreskin felt more than arousing and good to the aching Ross. "I do think that he's ready," Terri said as she stood up and carried the bowl over to the clear pool. Kim immediately took the bowl and filled it up again, handing it back to Terri. 

"But what about the germs and things that might be inside of him? You've cleaned up his outside, but what about his insides?" Kim asked innocently. At least she had enough understanding of the situation to come up with a legitimate question. 

"Don't worry. I have something just for that," she answered as she carried the bowl of water over to Ross. She leaned down and carefully poured the warm water over his cock and balls, rinsing off the soapy lather. She repeated the procedure till she had all of the soap off of Ross as he sat in a muddy puddle. 

"Now what?" Kim asked excitedly. By this point, she was leaning on the closest side of the rock walled pool so that she could watch. She didn't want to miss anything. It was easy for her to see that Ross' cock had fattened up and was about half hard. She was starting to believe all of the things that the experienced Terri had told her about male slaves. Her hand snaked down into the water and between her smooth thighs to softly stroke her inflamed clit. This was turning out to be a memorable slave capture.

Barefooted, the shapely Terri retrieved her pack and brought it over closer to Ross, but still far from his grasp, should he get free. She looked through it for a moment and pulled out a towel and a large plastic syringe. Kim kept watching intently as she saw the fluid filled syringe with the cap still on it. Terri lay the towel down next to Ross' hips and placed the syringe on top of the towel. 

"Are you going to give him a shot or something?" Kim asked as she watched. Terri just glanced at her but didn't answer. 

Terri reached into her pack and pulled out a short length of nylon rope. Moving over to Ross, she ran the rope two times around the tree, under his chin, and across his neck. She pulled the rope back tighter, holding two of her fingers between the rope and Ross' throat. She then tied it tightly behind the tree. Moving back in front of Ross, she checked the tightness, finding that he had room to breath but not enough room to move his head. He sat staring up at her as she smiled down at him. 

"Are you going to choke him?" Kim asked bewildered. She had stopped playing with herself as she watched what she thought was going to be an execution. She had no idea of what was going on.

"Just keep watching. You're going to learn something here," Terri said as she stepped back and surveyed the totally restrained slave. Checking the rope around Ross' throat, Terri could tell that he had just enough slack in it to breath while his head was held motionless. "Sometimes the male doesn't want to cooperate. This way guarantees that he performs like he's supposed to. This is where it gets fun," Terri said as she stepped up closer to Ross and straddled his body, each leg planted on one side of him. She eased up closer to him, her pussy only inches from his face. 

"Oh my gosh. You're going to..." Kim exclaimed, her words trailing off as she realized what Terri was doing. Her hand quickly shot back down into the water, between her thighs. Her hand was moving fast enough that she was creating ripples in the water as she pleasured herself. She was ecstatic to watch as Terri started to move in closer to Ross. 

"Now hold real still. Are you going to be a good slave?" Terri asked in a singsong voice as she looked down at Ross. She just stood staring at him, her pussy only inches from his face. He could smell her, a sour musky odor coming from her. He couldn't move a muscle, his head held in one position, his arms handcuffed behind him around a tree, and his legs spread out wide and secured to ground stakes. He grimaced and shook his head the slightest bit that he could. She moved in closer to him. "Are you hungry baby? Here, let me give you something really tasty to eat," Terri said with a laugh. She reached down and popped the ball gag out of his mouth, letting it drop below his chin. 

"There's a big reward for me. They're looking for me," Ross cried out quickly, hoping that his lie might get them to stop and immediately return him to Dr Sherry's facility. He was exhausted. His body was battered and beaten, not to mention the injuries to his cock and especially his balls. He was weak from no food in three days and he was about to be fucked by two very horny female slave hunters. He would try anything to get free.

"I'm sure there is baby. And we're going to collect it as soon as we're done here," Terri said as she squatted down a little lower and leaned into Ross' face. Her pussy was pushed up squarely on his mouth, surrounding it, pressed against it. His sentence was drowned out as she began to slowly hump his face. She moved slowly up and down, moving her wetness against his mouth and nose. "Suck it baby, lap it up really good. If you do a good job, I'll let you cum again," she said softly as she relaxed and felt his mouth moving against her sensitive pussy. Her clit was rock hard as Ross' nose stimulated it, moving up and down. Ross had no choice. He began to work her body as he had done so many others in the past. 

"Oh wow. This is hot stuff," Kim moaned as she watched. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. In all of the slave captures that she had done before, nothing like this had ever happened. She had witnessed slave hunters fuck male slaves, but that was only when the slave was young, handsome and usually endowed. Most of the time, hunters would jack off a male slave several times in quick succession, just to exhaust them and keep them under control. Kim had enjoyed jacking off males many times, always entranced with watching them cum by her hand, but all of this was very new to her. She had to admit, she was learning a lot from Terri.

"Oh shitttttt," Terri gasped as she felt her vaginal muscles begin to contract with the direct stimulation that Ross was providing. "Kim, get over here, get my bag. I didn't think it would be this quick," Terri said between moans, a note of desperation in her voice. Her hips were moving quickly up and down, her pussy rubbing hard against Ross' face. His arms were pulling against the handcuffs, his legs tight, his ankles pulling against the ropes. His head was held tightly against her, nowhere to move with the rope around his neck. 

"Do what?" Kim said, almost pleadingly. She was quickly approaching orgasm. Seeing Terri abusing the restrained male slave had her hands working double time. She was aroused to the point of being flush and hot. Her hand was moving quickly under the water, her orgasm imminent. 

"Grab my bag and get between his legs," Terri panted, her pelvis tilted, her hips jerking up and down hard. Kim frowned and quickly got out of the concealment of the water. She wanted to enjoy her own pleasure, since Terri was obviously enjoying herself. Angry, she grabbed Terri's pack and stepped up between Ross' outstretched legs. 

"Ok, now what?" Kim said angrily. She could feel her pussy quivering. She had been so close. Looking down, she could see that Ross' cock had fattened considerably, but was still about half soft. He had grown in length but wasn't fully hard. 

"Find a rubber and get it ready for me," Terri said as she continued her up and down jerking. Ross was pulling frantically against his handcuffs, his thighs tensing up as he tried to break free of the ankle restraints. 

"Got it,' Kim said as she found a dozen or more rubbers inside of Terri's pack. Figuring that Terri would have her put it on his cock when she was ready for it, she knelt down in the dirt, her body still dripping from the warm water pool. She moved in closer to Ross, between his outstretched legs. As much as he was struggling, she pressed her knees outward against his thighs to hold him steady.

"Now suck him, is he hard?" Terri said glancing back behind her. 

"Suck him?" Kim said incredulously. "He's not even hard yet. I don't want to suck him," Kim moaned as she glanced at the half hard cock. With all of the cleaning that Terri had done to him, he was leaking an abundant amount of pre cum. His cock head was coated in the gooey clear fluid. 

"Suck him, now!" Terri gasped between moans. Her hips were moving feverishly, her pelvis tilted to get a better angle to Ross' face. She reached back behind his head and grabbed a hand full of hair, forcing his face harder into her. "Once I cum this way, I want his cock ready. Suck him, please," Terri pleaded in between gasps and pants. Her luscious tan legs were barely holding her up, shaking as she continued to masturbate herself with the slave's mouth. 

"Shit," Kim moaned under her breath as she quickly leaned down and closely examined Ross' cock. He was obviously aroused, the pre cum was evidence enough of that. He was only about half hard, his cock floppy and fat but definitely thickening and lengthening. Kim leaned her face out and gingerly licked the foreskin-covered head. She thought that she saw it twitch. Terri's pelvic thrusting was forceful enough that Ross' body was jerking and shaking as Terri continued to use him. Kim licked the foreskin again, this time licking more of the shaft. She was finding that her control of his cock was turning her on. She licked him several times, seeing that his cock was quickly responding and growing fatter and longer. She found the size to be more than interesting.

"Is he hard yet?" Terri gasped, both of her hands now holding Ross' head as she jerked her body against his face. It was obvious that Terri was either cumming or on the verge of cumming. Kim didn't answer, but leaned down further and gently sucked the swollen cock head into her mouth. She marveled as she felt it immediately flare up inside of her mouth. Hungrily, she began to suck hard on it, her tongue tasting what was leaking from the stretched mouth. To her surprise, his pre cum tasted good to her. It only enhanced her arousal as she began to suck ravenously on the bloated and hardening organ. She had never tasted a male before and she was finding it more than arousing and pleasurable. Kneeling as she was, she reached back under her, between her outstretched legs and began to continue what Terri had interrupted only moment before. It was only seconds before she could feel that Ross' cock was rigid and hard in her mouth. 

"Is he hard yet?" Terri demanded again, this time with more urgency. 

"Yes," Kim said loudly in a garbled voice. She was enjoying the sensations that she could feel coming from the flexing raw cock. The pre cum was flowing from him and she savored each drop, sucking hard on the head to get more out of him. 

"Annnggghhh, Annnggghhh, Annnggghhh," Terri gasped as her orgasm overtook her. She pulled tightly against Ross' head, forcing his mouth deep in between her puffy vaginal lips. Her clit was erect and responding to the oral manipulations that Ross was forced to perform. She jerked and shook as her body responded to the rough stimulus. After several moments she could feel her orgasm beginning to subside. She leaned back quickly, looked down at Ross with a dazed look. She immediately grabbed the ball gag and slipped it back into his slick and coated mouth. 

"Is he hard?" Terri said as she staggered back from Ross. 

"Yes. I told you that he was hard," Kim said angrily, her mouth pausing on the hard sex organ as she tired of Terri's continuous question. Kim was enjoying herself and Terri was interrupting her entertainment.

"Get out of the way," Terri demanded, stepping back and moving into a position over Ross. Kim just looked up at Terri, pissed off and still horny as hell. She was enjoying the oral sensations of a cock and more than wanted to taste what she was just about to pull from the huge spongy balls. Angrily, Kim crawled from between Ross' legs and sat back dejectedly, several feet away from the sexually frenzied Terri. 

"Hand me that syringe," Terri said breathlessly as she grabbed a packaged rubber and tore it open. Handing her the syringe, Terri used her teeth to pull off the end cap. Kim was surprised to see that there was no needle, but a long plastic tapered tube on the end of the syringe. The syringe looked to be full of a darkish brown paste or gel. When Terry shook the syringe to mix it, it didn't move much inside of the opaque container. It appeared to be some type of heavy thick gel. Terri held the syringe up to the light and pushed the plunger deeper, forcing all of the air out it. She then grabbed the saliva-coated cock and forcefully pushed the tube end deep into Ross' cock. She didn't want to kill her new sex toy with a rush of air into his bladder or kidneys. 

"He definitely didn't like that," Kim said as she watched Ross jerk hard as the tube was forced into the mouth of his cock. She could see his legs tighten up and pull hard against the restraints. He gasped and began struggling hard, muffled cries coming from behind the ball gag. 

"It's not for his enjoyment," Terri said in a pant, emphasizing the word 'his'. She positioned the tube deep into the rigid cock and then pushed the plunger down hard, forcing the thick gel deep into the meaty organ. Ross jerked and cried out louder behind the gag, his eyes flashing open wide and watering heavily. Kim found more interest in watching Ross' reaction than she did in watching Terri. Emptying the tube into him, Terri jerked the syringe out of Ross and quickly squeezed off his cock head. Pinching it tightly, she used her other hand to do a milking action, running her clenched fingers down the length of his cock, forcing the gel deeper and deeper into his cock and even farther. Ross cried out, gasping and panting as the thick gel was forced into areas that liquids don't normally flow 'into', but only out of. 

"That should fix him," Terri said in a pant. She grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed it vigorously for several seconds, satisfied that he was still hard enough for her intentions. She quickly unrolled the rubber onto him and then positioned herself straddling his hips. In one quick motion, she reached between her legs and spread wide her still shuddering pussy and then quickly lowered herself onto him. She moaned throatily as she felt him slide fully into her warm depths. She immediately began to rock forward and back, grinding her clit against his pubic bone as she approached another orgasm. 

"I don't think he liked that gel stuff," Kim said as she watched in fascination. She was building up a long list of questions to ask her partner, but figured that now wasn't the right time. It was obvious that the gel had a potent effect on Ross. Ever since Terri had injected the gel into his straining cock, he had been resisting and fighting hard, to get loose. She correctly assumed that it was probably burning or stinging as it was forced into areas that things didn't normally go in the male anatomy. Ross was kicking and bucking, much to the pleasure of Terri, who was just holding on as her body succumbed to another powerful orgasm. 

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Terri gasped as her pussy shuddered and convulsed. This orgasm was Earth shattering compared to the intensity of her first and even second one. She held onto Ross till her orgasm lessened, her pussy clenching and relaxing as she finished herself on the rock hard cock. Ross was still fighting; making garbled and muffled sounds from behind the ball gag. His eyes were watery, as if he was crying. He was bucking and jerking, trying to free his embedded sex organ from Terri's clenching and grasping contractions. After several minutes, Terri slumped forward, sated and tired from her body's frantic sexual responses. She was spent. Ross was still hard, fully embedded in her still quivering vaginal canal. 

"Wow. That was something. I don't think that it was that good for him, but you sure seemed to have enjoyed it," Kim said as she watched the exhausted Terri. Terri just moaned and rolled slowly off of Ross, onto her back. Kim watched in fascination as she saw Ross' massive meat pop out of Terri's gooey pussy. He was huge and swollen, a dark, blood red rawness to his cock. She also was raw, red, and gooey from the sexual encounter that she had just enjoyed, a steady stream of clear fluid flowing from her gaping lips. Terri couldn't speak. She lay on her back, her legs lolling from side to side as she tried to recover herself.

"Now it's my turn," Kim said as she sat and watched the obvious suffering of Ross and the obvious exhaustion of Terri. She could feel her own juices welling up just inside of her now overly sensitive pussy. "You were right. There must be plenty of him left inside those balls. He's still hard and raring to go," Kim said with delight. Her hand quickly moved down to a more than wet pussy. It was definitely her turn now. She had been on the verge of cumming twice, but Terri had interrupted her. Kim wasn't about to let that happen again.



The New Slave Ch. 58



Chapter 58, Kim Takes a Turn With the Slave

Kim just sat in amazement at how much sexual frenzy she had witnessed in such a short time. She had been a slave hunter for several years but this was the first time she had witnessed such a frenzied and erotic display from another hunter. Most of the time, hunters would just drag a male off into the bushes and you would hear them, but not see what was going on. There would be a lot of moans and groans and then the hunter would come out of the bushes, looking sated and tired. This time she got a front row seat to the action. She was now thrilled, amazed, and horny as hell. 

"That was so damned hot. I wish I had brought my camera or even better, my video," she said as she sat mesmerized watching Ross' cock. She wasn't use to seeing male anatomy that was this large and this functional. She estimated that it must have been from Terri's careful manipulations. She sat momentarily and watched as Ross' cock bobbed back and forth after being spit out of Terri's pussy. He was still struggling, obviously still feeling the effects of the gel that Terri had force fed into his cock. Kim thought it was strange, but he was still rock hard even with the strong acidic gel inside of him. 

"What was that shit?" Kim said as she moved in closer to see some of the dark brownish gel beginning to ooze from Ross' cock head. The reservoir tip of the rubber was collecting a small amount of the darkish fluid, forced out by sexual exertion and gravity. 

"Unnnggghhh," Terri moaned, her legs still sprawled open, her pussy gaping. "That was a special formula that my gynecologist prepared for me," she moaned as she slowly began to regain her senses. She rolled over onto her side, pulling her knees up into her chest. It was obvious that she was in some discomfort.

"Are you ok?" Kim asked, not really concerned about her partner. 

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm just not use to that much male in me. It's great during those moments that you're excited and aroused, but afterwards it doesn't feel so good. I'd swear that he was up into my stomach," she said with a laugh. She laid there, her legs pulled up and watching Kim. 

"Ok, what was that brownish stuff that you forced into his dick?" Kim asked again.

"A special formula. It's strong enough that it will kill just about anything that is in him or comes out of him. It's one hell of a spermicidal shot," Terri moaned as she explained the syringe of brown gel. "I carry several of them, for those special moments, just in case," she said laughing. 

"Well then why was he squirming and fighting so much?" Kim asked innocently. "It was pretty obvious that he didn't like it," she added.

"Hell, no one would like that stuff. It's a very mild acid. I have no doubt that it really heated up the inside of his cock. But even worse, I pushed it in hard enough to shoot it all the way up into his balls. It'll be quite a while before he has any viable sperm," she said laughing.

"Oh," Kim mumbled, trying to imagine all of the little dead sperm cells. "Well, that's a good thing, right?" she quickly added with a grin. 

"Oh yea, that's definitely a good thing. But don't get any ideas. It's not foolproof. You could still get pregnant. It only takes one cell to survive and you are a mommy," Terri said laughing. She was lying back on the bare ground, relaxing and enjoying the sensations that were still flowing through her. 

"Oh, that's definitely a bad thing," Kim said, a horrified look on her face. "I think he's getting soft," she said, her eyes still trained on Ross' rubber covered cock. 

"I'm going to kick back and relax in that pool. If you're smart, you'll take your turn with him now, while he's still in the mood," she said, referring to Ross' semi hard cock. Kim glanced at Terri and then quickly back at Ross' cock. It was obviously softening with the lack of stimulation, and the stinging fluid that was still inside of him. Kim immediately reached out and began to rub the half hard organ, squeezing it gently and feeling it in her soft hand. Ross groaned as she squeezed it. 

"Oh, he liked that," Kim said as she glanced up at Ross. He was watching her closely but no longer struggling. Her hand continued to gently rub the fat meat, slowly making it harder. "Does that feel good?" she asked softly as she gazed up at Ross. She was kneeling in the dirt between Ross' outstretched legs. Ross' head leaned back, his eyes closing as he nodded his head up and down. Terri watched for a moment, shook her head and laughed. She then crawled over to the pool of warm water and slowly sank into it. She ducked her head under the water and then rose up, finding a comfortable spot to relax into. From her vantage point, she could watch Kim play with her newfound pet male.

"Should I jack him off first, like you did?" Kim asked as she gently massaged the now fully erect slave cock. Ross was lying back against the tree, enjoying the softer manipulation of his organs.

"No!" Terri said loudly. "If you jack him off now, it'll be awhile before he gets hard. I jacked him off enough for both of us. I was just taking his arousal level down a notch or two. You don't have to do it again, that one time was good enough. Damn..." her words trailed off as she settled back into the water. If she didn't watch everything Kim did, Kim would screw it up. 

"Oh. I just thought that ... Oh, never mind. He's big and hard again, do you think he's ready?" Kim asked innocently. She was down on her knees, between Ross' outstretched legs, her butt high up in the air. Her head and shoulders were down low near Ross' cock, her upper body weight supported by her elbows. She was watching closely as her hand gently coaxed the slave cock into a rigid hardness. Terri could see that Kim's puffy vaginal folds were engorged and open, her lubrication beginning to run down her inner thigh. She was more than aroused but seeming so naïve and innocent. Terri wondered how Kim ever became a slave hunter. 

"Oh, I'd say that he's more than ready," Terri said laughing as she watched and shook her head in amazement. She was sexually satisfied. She didn't really care what Ross or Kim did now. She figured that Ross would cum pretty quickly after Kim mounted him, if she could even mount him. Terri figured that sooner or later, she'd have to get out of the nice soothing pool and go over and help Kim just get the cock into her pussy. Or at the very least she would have to explain to Kim, where to put the male sex toy. She laughed as she imagined her coaching Kim about inserting part A into fold B. 

"I'm going to do him," Kim announced to no one in particular. She rose up and crawled up over Ross' lower body. Straddling his thighs and facing him, she eased up closer to him and looked down several times, figuring out where his cock was, below her. Kim's butt hovered over Ross' strained cock as she glanced around, looking confused.

"Use your hand," Terri instructed her.

"Use my hand?" Kim said, glancing back at Terri. Terri just shook her head.

"Use your hand to hold his cock upright and then sit down on it," Terri coached. Kim looked surprised but quickly reached down between her legs and grasped the stiff cock. Holding onto it, she eased down lower till she felt the head parting her outer lips. Terri could actually see Kim shudder as she eased down farther onto the slave. It didn't take but a few seconds to see Kim's legs tense up as she felt the head begin to push against her tight entrance. She groaned as she wiggled her butt around, trying to get the invading cock head lubed up and situated straight into her. Her legs were tight, holding her body weight up off the fleshy spear that was getting ready to penetrate her. 

"Ohhhhhh," Kim moaned as she eased farther down onto the massive organ. Kim's back was already arched; her breasts thrust outward, her spine curved as her pelvis tilted to correct the angle of his cock. Terri just watched and laughed quietly as she saw that Kim's legs weren't strong enough to hold her up. She was so tensed up that her legs were tight and shaking, the head of the slave's cock already bulging into her tender insides. 

"Just drop on him and get it over with," Terri taunted her laughing. She could see that Kim was struggling to stay up above the cock, trying to get it in slowly. Kim couldn't hold herself up, her body beginning to slide down the slick rubber covered cock. She yelped as she slid down farther, about half of Ross' cock disappearing into her. She struggled briefly trying to shift her weight forward and back as the rigid cock continued to disappear farther and farther up inside of her. She groaned as her pussy lips ground down onto Ross' pubic bone. He was fully embedded in her. 

"Ohhhhhh," she cried out one time loudly before collapsing against Ross' chest. Her arms went limp to her sides as her butt settled down as far as it would go onto Ross. Ross was wide eyed; his head back trying to see Kim's face. Her head was flopped down on his shoulder.

"Holy shit, you killed her. You've done fucked her to death," Terri said to Ross, laughing out loud. Terri just sat there watching Kim as she sat impaled on Ross. Terri couldn't stop laughing for several minutes. "Kim, are you ok?" she finally asked after several minutes. Ross moved around as much as he could, trying to see or hear Kim to see if she was ok. Restrained as he was, he couldn't move enough to tell anything. Kim sat slumped over, straddling Ross' lap, her head resting on his shoulder. 

"Ohhhhhh, I'm good. I'm very good," Kim moaned softly, still not moving. She was slumped almost lifeless on top of Ross. From where Terri was sitting, she could see that Ross was still rock hard and fully embedded in Kim. There was nothing showing between their legs but his balls. It was several minutes till Kim's head came up to the side of Ross' face, her arms moving up to his shoulders. Holding onto him, she eased herself upward a few inches and then eased back down onto him. She groaned as she felt him sliding out of her and then slowly back into her. 

"I was worried about you for a minute there," Terri joked as she lay back in the pool enjoying the comedy act going on in front of her. 

"No problem. I'm fine," Kim said dreamily as she positioned her hands on Ross' chest and rose up again from him, using him as leverage. This time, Terri could see almost the entire length of Ross' cock. It was slick and gooey from Kim's vaginal fluids. Kim relaxed her legs and quickly slid down Ross' length, her head jerking back as his cock bottomed out inside of her. She jerked hard and suddenly rose up again, repeating the same motions. She was starting to move in this manner, faster and faster. Terri watched in amazement as Kim began to ride Ross, her breathing becoming labored with an obvious pant. Ross was sitting perfectly still, his eyes trained upward as he watched the female slave hunter on top of him. 

"What's your name?" Kim moaned as she quickly removed Ross' ball gag from his mouth. Her body was quickly working up and down on the full length of his cock. Terri could see almost all of his cock, and then she could see none of it. Kim was using his full length to pleasure herself. "She fucks like an veteran hooker," Terri thought to herself. 

"Ross," he said as Kim clamped her mouth onto his and kissed him savagely. Her mouth was moving all over his mouth, devouring him. She worked her arms around the sides of his head, holding his face so that her mouth could work on him. Her body was jerking hard as she rose up and down quicker and quicker. It was obvious to Terri that Kim was about to have a powerful orgasm. Kim's breathing was now coming in a pant, taking only enough time out from the long deep kisses with the male slave. 

"Agggccckkk," Kim cried out, a strange garbled and loud cry as her body suddenly stiffened and she froze with the slave's cock fully embedded into her. Her butt squirmed around, her hips jerking from side to side as she ground herself into Ross. Even Ross looked shocked at the female on top of him and the odd noise that she was making. She was cumming hard. Ross could feel her pussy jerk and spasm, the loose muscles clenching at him as she began to cum hard. After several moments, Kim's face moved up Ross' neck, smothering him in small light kisses. Her hands were holding his face as her mouth found his mouth and kissed him hard and passionately. She held him there for several moments, their mouths glued together. Ross could feel her begin to rise up off of him, knowing that she was finished using his cock.

"Damn Kim, I didn't know you had it in you. I'm impressed. You fuck like a regular whore," Terri said laughing out loud. "I figured that he'd be too big for you. So how did your first time feel?" she teased. 

"That wasn't my first time," Kim said in a low pant barely audible. "I told you that. I just haven't had as many as you, and none this size," she said as she sunk her head back down on Ross' shoulder. She was obviously spent. Her breathing was returning to normal, her heaving breasts now seeming relaxed. Her nipples were still rock hard. Ross could feel them poking into him as she remained impaled on his cock. Ross could feel her vaginal muscles flexing and relaxing, over and over. 

"Well, climb off of him and join me. The water feels great after a good fucking," Terri said as she lay back in the warm water. 

"Ummm, I'm not through with him," Kim said almost in a whisper. Ross didn't think that Terri could hear her as he glanced over at the soaking Terri. "I think that he has the perfect dick," Kim said louder so that Terri could hear her. 

"Honey, they all have a perfect cock if you cum," Terri said with a laugh. Terri just laid her head back on the rock wall and rested.

"No, this one is just the right size," Kim moaned as she eased her butt up from Ross and then slowly slid back down his length. Ross could feel her pussy tighten up. She slowly rose up off of him and then even slower let her weight slide back down his length. She sucked in a deep breath of air, her breasts stuck out as she began to grind on his pubic bone again. She began to quicken her rising and lowering, moving into a rhythmic pace as her hands moved back up to his face again. Holding both sides of his head, she planted her mouth on his and kissed him hungrily, sucking his tongue into her mouth. She immediately sped up her hip movements, pistoning up and down on his hard organ. 

"Ungh, ungh," Kim grunted suddenly as she dropped down on Ross hard. He was surprised that she was using his entire length. She would move her body upwards till his cock head was almost about to come out, and then plunge suddenly down onto him. Her mouth was still glued to his, kissing and sucking on his tongue. His eyes were wide open; watching her as she languorously used him as her human dildo. 

"You've got to be kidding," Terri said as she heard Kim's grunt and sat up to see what she was doing. It was obvious to all of them that Kim was quickly approaching another orgasm. From her vantage point, Terri could see that Ross' balls were coated in a thick frothy goo that was beginning to run down between his legs. "Holy shit, is she horny or not?" Terri said as she propped herself up to watch the two on the ground. 

"Hold still," Kim commanded Ross even though he wasn't moving at all. There was nothing that he could do but lay there. She had now risen up and was sitting back from him; her eyes open wide and flashing. She had a concentrated look on her face as she quickly pistoned up and down on Ross' cock, her eyes never leaving his. Without blinking she stared at him, her hips jerking wildly as she continued to fuck him. Ross could see that she was quickly approaching another powerful orgasm; her teeth biting into her own lower lip. She would jerk up and down and then shift her weight slightly to find a better angle on him. Suddenly she found her spot, her head jerking back as her back arched hard.

"Right there, don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move," she panted breathlessly. She plunged down onto him hard and then bottomed out, grinding her clit into his pubic bone as she began cumming hard. Her entire body shuddered as she froze on him, the only movement being her pussy, clenching and unclenching hard on his deeply embedded cock. Ross was aroused but far from cumming. He was more than surprised at the activity occurring on top of him. He had known women's orgasms, having felt them before but this was a real show. This young woman was more than enjoying herself. 

"Oh shitttttttttttttttt," Kim groaned loudly as the orgasm broke over her, her entire body feeling the sensations rocking through her. Ross suddenly felt her pussy grasp his cock hard, a sucking sensation as Kim pulled him into her, deeper. He sat mesmerized as he watched her face. Her eyes were actually clenched shut, her mouth forming an open O as she froze in mid air. She seemed suspended for a moment, her pussy pulling on his cock, her body frozen, her muscles all tensed as she cum again. This time it lasted longer than the last one. She sat frozen in his lap for what seemed like several minutes, though it wasn't. Ross felt the tightness around his cock slowly loosen as Kim slumped down onto him, her head again falling onto his shoulder. 

"Damn Kim, you should be in porn movies. You make it look hot!" Terri exclaimed from her perched position at the natural made pool. "Hell, I'd pay to watch you fuck, you little minx. I never would have thought," Terri said with a big grin. Kim lay frozen on Ross, her breathing heavy and labored. Her entire body was heaving as her orgasm faded away. It didn't take but a few moments with Terri watching the performance before she was amazed again. Suddenly, Kim seemed to snap out of it, sitting up on Ross and positioning herself squarely on him. She reached up to his face and held his head again between her hands. She immediately began to slowly hump him, rising only enough to move a few inches of his cock in and out of her. 

"Again?" Terri cried out in surprise. Kim wasn't listening; her body was beginning to move quickly before the last orgasm had totally faded away. Her pussy was already beginning to clench and unclench Ross' rubber covered cock, almost like milking it. She held his face tightly, her mouth pressed to his as she quickly rose up and down on him, her hips moving quickly, jerking. With her mouth pressed to his in deep passionate kisses, her moans and pants sounded like someone desperate for air. She was breathing hard as she lengthened the distance that her pussy moved on his cock. Within a few moments, she was back to riding his full length. Terri thought that Ross' cock would pop out of her sooner or later, she was climbing that high on his shaft. But it didn't. 

"Ohhhhhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh," Kim suddenly groaned as she froze in mid air. As before, her body stiffened hard, her hips suddenly jerking feverishly as another orgasm overtook her. She planted her mouth on Ross and kissed him harder and deeper, her body shuddering before she finally slumped down onto him. Ross was wide eyed, never having seen a female use his cock in this way. From what had happened before, he just waited till Kim was done, her pussy still working him, slower and slower as her orgasm finished. After a few minutes, Kim slowly sat up and kissed him again, softly on the lips. She was bleary eyed and then slowly climbed off of him. 

"I don't believe it. Three orgasms? I can't even get myself off three times, let alone using a real cock," Terri said as she watched Kim struggle to stand up. 

"Three? Try five for sure and maybe a few smaller ones," Kim moaned groggily as she stumbled and tried to step over Ross' legs. She swayed and almost fell, catching herself. She stood up straight and quickly popped the ball gag back into Ross' mouth before he could say anything. She then stumbled weak kneed over to the pool where Terri was watching her intently. Obviously weakened, she staggered and then leaned on the rock wall beside the pool. "That was very good," she said straight-faced. Terri just stared at her and then burst out laughing. 




The New Slave Ch. 58



"You're unbelievable. I can't believe that you're finally finished after all of that. So, you're done for the moment?" Terri said laughing as she joked with her partner. 

"For the moment," Kim said quietly. It seemed that she was slightly embarrassed, having gotten caught up in her 'sexual moment'. Her body was still shaking from the intensity of her last and most powerful orgasm. She wouldn't look Terri directly in the eye. "I think that he deserves a little reward after all of that. Don't you?" Kim said as she rested and caught her breath. 

"A reward? He didn't do anything but lay there," Terri said laughing and looking over at Ross. His rock hard cock was now softening, laying back flat on his stomach like a large fat snake. His entire pubic area was covered in a thick coating of Kim's vaginal fluids.

"Yea, I think he does," Kim said seriously. 

"Shit, you're serious? You want to give him a reward for just laying there?" Terri said in disbelief. 

"Sure, he more than deserves it. I think he was great," Kim said dreamily with a smile as she looked back at Ross. 

"Knock yourself out. I'm through with him. You can do whatever you want as many times as you want," Terri said jokingly. She couldn't believe that her naïve partner wanted to do something for a slave. It was unheard of. 

"Besides, I think it would be fun. Not just for him, but fun for me too," she said softly as she turned around and walked back over to Ross. "I've done this a lot, but I still love doing it and watching their faces as they shoot their stuff out," Kim said seriously. She walked over to Ross and stood above him, looking down at him. Ross looked up and down her, again noticing that she was very sexual and pleasing to look at. He could also see that her pussy was literally gaping open, a dark hole where the lips had previously concealed a loose but sensitive entrance. 

"Want me to kiss it and make it feel good?" Kim said as she slowly knelt down between his legs. It was obvious that her body was weakened and tired from the sexual frenzy that she had just experienced. Ross just sat looking at her. He had been the tool for her sexual fun and it had been very arousing. Now, this attractive blonde that had just used him for a fuck toy, wanted to take care of him. He wasn't arguing with her logic. "Want me to suck it and make it feel really good?" she said with a sly grin as she leaned down closer between his legs. 

"Ummm, let's see what we can get out of this thing," she said as she reached out and grasped the base of his fat but drooping cock. Holding onto the base of his shaft to keep the rubber in place, she jerked his heavy cock around from side to side, watching as it flopped back and forth from one hip to his other hip. She could immediately feel him beginning to swell in her hand. "Ummm, I knew you were in the mood. I got to have all that fun and now I'm going to let you blow your nuts. Want to put it in my hands, my mouth, or my pussy? It's your choice," she said seriously as she watched his eyes. 

"Umph, umph, umph," Ross garbled behind the ball gag. At that time he didn't care, he was just enjoying the increasing stimulation to his cock and wanting desperately to cum after the intense vaginal stimulation that she had provided. 

"Hand, mouth, pussy?" Kim said grinning at the gagged male that she was jacking off. "I really hope you don't choose my poor little pussy. It's sleeping right now," she said in a child like voice. 

"Umph," Ross mumbled from behind the gag, but quickly gave up since it was obvious that he couldn't speak. She just sat slowly rubbing the now hard cock, watching him and grinning.

"Since you can't make up your mind, I'll decide for you," she said with big grin. She sat back on her haunches, getting herself comfortable. "I choose hand. That way, I can feel all those bulges and veins as they pop and swell up when you blow your cum. How does that sound?" she said grinning at him. By now Ross was rock hard and beginning to feel the intense urge to cum. She reached down and gripped the base of his cock with both hands, now rubbing him vigorously. 

"Oh, I think he likes your hands. He made a good choice," Terri said with a laugh. She had moved from her resting spot and was now reclining against the wall where she could see Kim's handiwork. "Jerk him hard. Make him feel it down into the root. I want to see his balls bounce," she said cruelly with a smile. 

It was obvious that Ross was quickly approaching orgasm. His cock was immense, fat and thick, the rubber making sloshy sounds from the leaking brown gel mixed with an abundant amount of his pre cum. With both of her hands jacking him off, he was feeling the immense pressure as she tightened her grip and jerked even harder. She was jacking him off fast enough and hard enough that his balls actually were bouncing up and down, flopping in sync with her hand jerking. 

"Am I hurting you?" she asked seriously in a lower voice. She didn't want Terri to hear her concern for the slave. Kim could get rough, but she didn't want to actually hurt him. In her mind, she actually did consider her hand job a reward for what he had given her only minutes before. Ross was panting. He nodded his head as best he could to the left and right, indicating a 'no'. She smiled at him and continued masturbating him.

"Jerk him harder. Just finish him off. I don't understand why you even want to do this for him," Terri said as she became bored with Kim's reward session. She shook her head and leaned back against the rock wall of the pool. Closing her eyes, she ducked her head under the water to cool off. 

"Because he was nice to me," Kim whispered under her breath, just loud enough that Ross could hear her. She smiled as her hand picked up the pace. She knew from experience that Ross' body language said that he was on the edge. She squeezed both hands harder together and jerked as fast as she could. It didn't take but a few seconds before his hips rose up hard, from off the ground. His back arched outward, straining his arms as he pulled against his handcuffs. He pushed his pelvis outward as hard as he could, considering his restraints.

"There you go. Go ahead pump it all out. Come on baby, pump'em for me. Give me your splooge," she said as she looked down to see the rubber blow outward from the first hard gush out of his cock. He was cumming with such force that the rubber actually blew outward as each thick gush flew into the reservoir tip of the rubber. She alternated between watching his face and watching the ever filling rubber as her hands continued to rub him slower and more gently. Rubbing him in this manner, she could watch as the rubber slowly filled up with the heavy warm fluids. 

"Let me know when you're finished," she said softly, looking into his eyes. Her hands were working him slowly and softly. She continued to glance down at the rubber, amazed at how much she was collecting. Suddenly, Ross relaxed and fell backward against the tree, breathing heavily, his legs relaxing. She continued to gently rub him for several more moments, coaxing the last small amount out of him. Satisfied that he was finished, she sat up and grinned at him. She quickly grasped the base of the rubber and slipped it from his still thickened cock, without spilling any. 

"Damn babe, you do cum a lot," she said as she held the rubber up as if weighting it. She quickly stretched out the open end of the rubber and rolled it between her fingers, tying it into knot, sealing it. She looked up at him and grinned as she tossed the warm gooey remains of his orgasm back and forth between her hands, like a toy ball. She sat back cross-legged between his legs, playing with the used rubber. Ross sat against the tree, panting and catching his breath. It had been awhile since he had experienced a hand job of that intensity. She just sat grinning at him, holding the used rubber. Standing up, she walked over to her backpack and put the rubber inside of it. She glanced over to see if Terri noticed, but saw that Terri was resting, her eyes closed. 

"Shhhhh," Kim motioned with her finger to her lips as she secreted the liquid filled rubber. "I think that should tire him out for awhile," Kim said as she went over to the pool and eased into it. Terri woke up and looked around, still feeling the effects of her sex play with Ross. Seeing that it was Kim, Terri eased deeper into the water and closed her eyes.

"Is he restrained well enough? I don't care if he's tired. I don't want him getting loose if we're asleep," Terri said quietly. 

"Oh, he's restrained. He won' be going anywhere till we let him," Kim responded as she lay back against the rocks and closed her eyes. Ross, still gagged, just sat and stared at the two slave hunters, till he closed his eyes and fell asleep. It had been a long day for everyone.



The New Slave Ch. 59



Chapter 59, Kim Takes a Few Extra Turns with an Exhausted Slave

Kim and Terri rested and relaxed in the warm pool, alternating between dozing off and just sunning themselves on the warm sandy ledges. It was late afternoon before they began to stir. 

"We'll have to get an early start in the morning, to get all the way back to the truck and get him into town," Terri said as she slipped out of the pool. They both had been out in the wilderness, hunting escaped slaves for the past week. The afternoon and early evening reprieve had been a relaxing break, not to mention the sexual events with the restrained male slave. 

"Do you think we'll get much for capturing him?" Kim asked as she sat and watched the sleeping male slave restrained to the tree. 

"Oh, I can guarantee that we're gonna get a lot for him. We'll just have to do some checking around and find out what rich bitch is searching for him and then go and collect our money. He'll bring in a lot of money, I'm sure of it. With that kind of money, we can even take off for a few weeks for a much needed vacation. I'll make some phone calls as soon as we get into a town, see what I can find out. I know quite a few people that can tell me who might be missing and what's going on," Terri said as she slipped into a pair of shorts and a tank top. She was sexually satisfied from her afternoon entertainment with Ross, and wasn't the slightest bit interested in the nude male tied to the tree. Once was good enough for her. Kim was still more than interested. She watched him even as he slept, the thick fat cock resting between his still restrained legs. She could still feel the stretching sensations that had vigorously exercised her vaginal canal. 

"You really think he'll bring in good money?" Kim said, still not convinced.

"I guarantee it. He's a sex slave; I think that we both proved that point, especially you. If he were a regular run of the mill slave, he'd have popped his nuts as soon as one of us slid down onto him. No, he's a sex slave. He lasted way too long to be anything else. I bet that if you tried him, you'd probably find that his mouth is as good as his cock when it comes to fun. Believe me, give it a try, he has a talented mouth," Terri added as she rummaged through her backpack. 

"Maybe we'll get a bonus for him. Maybe he's someone important or someone's lover," Kim said as she watched Terri finish dressing and combing out her wet hair. Kim was still enjoying the warm water of the pool and sight of the sleeping male on the ground. Kim was use to getting some quick pleasure from a male and then taking them back to their proper owner. Most of her pleasurable moments consisted of a quick hand job on a more than willing male. This leisurely enjoying a male and then relaxing around the campsite was great. She found that she was even hungrier than normal and very relaxed and contented. 

"Oh, he's someone's lover all right, for the right price. Believe me, he's a sex slave and he gets rented out. Someone makes a lot of money with his cock and those balls. All we have to do is find out who is missing an older slave with a big cock and huge balls and we'll have it made. Believe me, it won't be hard to track down this one's owner," she explained.

"Well, ok, if you say so," Kim said dejectedly. 

"What's wrong? Why so glum?" Terri said, suddenly looking up and finding that Kim was sulking.

"Why can't we keep him? If he's that expensive, why don't we just keep him and use him when we want?" Kim asked with a pleading look on her face.

"You've got to be kidding? You don't keep slaves like this one. He'd be trouble. Besides, he's for fucking. That's what he does. Keeping him would be like keeping something valuable. Someone is looking for him, and we'll be the ones that save the day by turning him in. If we kept him, we'd be in big trouble. I know what you're thinking, but save that thought for the next male we catch. You'll enjoy that guy just as much as this one," Terri said angrily. She was getting tired of answering Kim's questions. 

"Ok," Kim said dejectedly and got out of the water. Her hair was wet and slicked back. Her nipples painfully erect, even in the heat of the valley floor.

"Are you cold?" Terri said as she watched Kim leave the pool and walk over to her pack. 

"No, why?" Kim answered sullenly. She reached into her pack and took out a towel to dry her hair. Seeing Ross watching her, Kim made it a point to remain nude for his benefit, facing him as she towel dried her hair. She knew that his benefit was going to be her benefit, later. With the stretching that her vaginal muscles had endured, and the fact that Ross was now awake and watching her, she couldn't help but become more aroused. 

"Just wondering," Terri answered with a grin. It was obvious to her that Kim was still very much aroused. She was actually surprised that after all of Kim's sexual fun with Ross, that she could even be thinking of sex. Kim walked directly over to Ross and stood over him, dripping water on him. Ross was awake, his eyes continuing to watch Kim as she moved to his side. He could also see that she was aroused. Besides her nipples, her vaginal lips were flared and distended. She was very aroused. She stood there for a moment, just watching him, her eyes moving from his eyes to his cock. It was as if she were debating something. Even Terri began to watch the two of them, wondering what was going on. 

"Do you think that he can still fuck after that last cum?" Kim said suddenly. By this time, she had leaned down and was looking closely at his cock. It was soft, but thickened from all of the use and the fact that he was still wearing the oval ring that trapped his organs. All of him was on display. Kim just sat looking at him.

"After all that we've done with him today, I doubt it," Terri answered. "Why do you ask?" she said as she eyed Kim. Kim was kneeling in the dirt, beside Ross, her hand now grasping the soft meaty organ. She was gently flopping it back and forth across his pelvis bones, softly bouncing it from side to side.

"I was just wondering. Every time I've had a chance to play with a slave in the past, he was taken away before I got to play with him a second time. I've never had the same slave twice. I was just wondering," Kim said quietly. Terri just watched her.

"Well then, what are you doing with his cock?" Terri asked suspiciously. Kim was flopping it back and forth, forcing a renewed blood flow into the flaccid organ. It didn't take much to see that it was beginning to thicken quickly. 

"I'm just looking at it. It's a good one. I think that it fit me perfectly," Kim said as she watched it flop back and forth. "It does have some weird marks on it though," she said as she stopped playing with it and let it lay back on his stomach. He was thickening and beginning to lengthen very slowly. The dark red marks under the head and around the foreskin were swollen and puffy looking. She looked at them closely.

"What marks are you talking about?" Terri said as she walked over to get a closer look.

"These," Kim said as she stretched the foreskin down on the underside of his cock. "Does he look swollen to you?" Kim asked, glancing up at Terri. Terri bent down to look.

"With a cock that size, he always looks swollen to me. The thing looks like a huge sausage. It makes me want pizza," she said laughing. She looked closer and could see the angry red marks and bruising on the underside, just below his cock head. "Damn, I hadn't even seen those before. Those look like bite marks. I know they're not from me," she said as she leaned down for a closer look.

"Bite marks? They're not from me," Kim answered defensively. Terri reached out and squeezed the base of his shaft, forcing the blood up into the extremity. The foreskin and head immediately swelled from the forced blood pressure. 

"Damn, it looks like someone has been chewing on his cock. It looks like it might be a little infected," she said as she turned it from side to side, examining it closer. "I don't think that it's anything that his owner can't get fixed. It's not our problem," Terri said as she stood up and walked away.

"Does it hurt him? I mean, do you think that he can he still fuck?" Kim said with a worried tone in her voice.

"He's a male. If he gets hard, he can fuck. If he doesn't get hard, then he can't fuck. It's about that simple," she said with a laugh. She went back over to her pack and began to take some equipment out.

"Well, he's getting harder. I guess that means he can still do it," Kim said, the obvious glee returning to her tone. She gently laid the half hard cock back on Ross' stomach and petted it as if it was her pet. 

"I'm starved. Why don't you start cooking us something while I make up the camp?" Terri said as Kim sat watching Ross. It was obvious to Terri that Kim wanted Ross to harden up for a little more of her private use. She was also skeptical that Ross would be able to, or that Kim would enjoy it as much as the first time. "Come on, it'll be dark soon, let's get everything set up and eat," she said, drawing Kim's attention back to something besides Ross' cock. 

"Ok," Kim said cheerily as she smiled at Ross. 

He had been watching her as she played with him. Kim smiled because she could feel him hardening in her tight fist. He had grown thicker, the more she played with it. She knew that she was ready for round two, and now she knew that he was also. To Terri's surprise, Kim got up and went over to her pack. Within a few moments, Kim was dressed as much as she wanted to be dressed, wearing only a tiny thong bottom and a loose oversized t-shirt. As well used as Ross had been that day, she did look very inviting in the skimpy bottom that barely covered her shapely ass and swollen pussy lips. Terri didn't say anything but only shook her head and laughed at her strange partner. Kim continued to watch Ross as he followed her every movement with his eyes. 

Kim started cooking for both of them, using a bottled propane camp stove and outback pots and utensils. Meanwhile, Terri busied herself with setting up their sleeping bags and inflatable mattresses. It wasn't long before they had a more than adequate camp set up with good food and comfortable sleeping arrangements. Terri had checked Ross to make sure his restraints would hold him. She was confident that he wasn't going anywhere during the night. That way, both she and Kim could get some much-needed sleep. Ross wasn't comfortable, but he was stretched out, legs spread and on the ground, his arms still handcuffed behind the tree. The handcuffs would definitely hold him. 

Kim prepared several packaged freeze-dried meals, making extra food for all of them. She wasn't worried about supplies, knowing that they were going back into a town the next day. They had to. Having Ross would mean that they would hurry back to a town and sooner or later, hand him over to someone. They could re-supply before their next slave assignment. Besides, they were looking at some vacation time anyway. Terri was starving and helped herself to a large portion of the tasty meal. When Kim pulled out a third plate and began to portion out food, Terri just watched. She couldn't believe it.

"You're not going to feed him, are you?" Terri asked.

"Well, yes. Don't you think he needs it? He's probably starving. He's obviously been out here longer than us, without food. Besides, I think he worked pretty hard today," she said laughing. Kim walked over to Ross and knelt down next to him. 

"I don't believe you. He can eat when we get him back to his owner. You act like he's some kind of pet. Next you're going to want to put a leash on him and have him do tricks, or rub his tummy," Terri said with disdain. 

"Oh, he's better than a pet, and I kind of like the idea of a leash. That would be kinky. Besides, he's already done a few tricks today and I definitely wouldn't be rubbing his tummy. I'd rub him, but not his tummy," Kim said kidding Terri back. She reached up and held onto Ross' gag. "I'm going to take this off. But Terri doesn't like you. So if you want to eat, then you'll keep your mouth shut and not talk. Don't fuck up or she'll take you to the pound," Kim said laughing. Ross nodded his head up and down. In the past three days, he barely had anything to eat and he was famished. Eating berries for three days just didn't do it for him.

"I'm tired. I don't want to hear his whimpering and pleading. They always do that shit and it pisses me off. They start begging and whining," Terri said as she leaned back and enjoyed her meal. "Besides, he's your pet. If you want to feed him, then you do it," Terri said as she sat and watched Kim. Kim immediately undid Ross' gag. He didn't try to talk or anything. He just waited; he was that hungry as Kim started spoon-feeding him. Terri just shook her head and laughed as she finished her food.  

"Besides, he needs to keep his strength up. I might need him for some fun," Kim said as she finished feeding Ross. Ross didn't say anything and never tried to talk. He figured that it wouldn't do much good that they would talk to him when they were ready. Sooner or later, they would be asking questions, he was sure of that. One of them was bound to figure out that Ross knew whom his owner was and how to contact them. As soon as Kim finished with the plate of food, she put the gag back over his mouth. 

"I don't know if I would be using him anymore," Terri said as she lay back on her sleeping bag. "With everything we did earlier, he stinks like he's been fucking. He smells like day old sperm," Terri said with a laugh.

"Ummm, I think he smells good," Kim said with a grin. She just sat there watching Ross. She made sure to keep her knees spread just enough that he could see the bulging lips that pushed out against the soft cotton thong. She was obviously very swollen and she wanted to make sure that he knew it also. It hadn't escape his notice

"You would like that smell you little strumpet," Terri said as she lay back and got comfortable. The rest of the evening was spent with Terri and Kim talking about how much they were going to make from the capture of one slave, what they were going to do with their money, and their sexual exploits involving slaves. Kim listened intently as Terri told of one after another, sexual adventures with captured slaves. It only made Kim even hornier than she already was.

One more night out in the wilderness and they could get back to their own comfortable lives for a while. It would be a much-needed break. Both of them were tired. Besides the usual climbing, walking, and hunting, the day had been a very strenuous sexual one. They both were feeling it. It had been dark for several hours when the conversation finally ran into long pauses and even longer lulls. In short time, Terri got up one more time and went to check on Ross' restraints. He was asleep when she checked him, finding that he was secure enough for her satisfaction. She knew that the police handcuffs would guarantee his remaining right where he was, while they slept. She went over to her sleeping bag, lay down on the top of it and quickly dozed off. The weather was warm, almost hot, allowing both of them to sleep outside of their sleeping bags. Within seconds, everything was quiet except for the sound deep breathing coming from three very tired individuals.

Ross wasn't sure what woke him but he was suddenly startled awake. From past experience, he knew better than to jump or show any movement. He lay still, listening to the sounds around him. Without moving, he cut his eyes around, looking into the semi darkness for any signs of movement. He could hear an odd 'plopping' sound. He waited and listened to the slow rhythmic 'plop', 'plop', 'plop', 'plop' sound that continued for several moments. As his eyes adjusted to the half moon light, he could see Kim, her back propped up against her backpack. She was on top of her sleeping bag, only about 10 feet from him. She was wide-awake, her knees up with her feet spread apart flat on the ground. The plopping sound was something being tossed from one hand to the other, like playing with a tennis ball or toy. He watched her for several moments. She seemed entranced with the thing in her hands. 

She continued to play with the thing, tossing it back and forth for several minutes. She then held it up in the air, looking at it closely. She reached up and squeezed it, watching it intently as she shifted it from hand to hand, as if weighing it. Ross then realized that she was playing with the used rubber that she had taken off of him, earlier that day. He continued to watch her obvious enjoyment of the heavy cream filled rubber. She lifted it up to her face and smelled it, then sat staring at it and then began to toss it back and forth between her hands. 

Ross watched her for several moments surprised at her obvious enjoyment in the goo filled toy. He wondered if possibly Terri was right about Kim being strange. She again held it up to her nose and smelled it, but this time her other hand snaked down her belly and into the top of her thong. Within seconds Ross could see her fingers moving quickly under the skimpy cloth between her thighs. Even in the dim light, Ross could see that she was masturbating, her fingers quickly moving in and out, concealed only by the thin piece of cloth that made up the bottom of the thong. He watched intently as he saw her quickly approaching an orgasm. She played for several moments and suddenly her legs straightened out tightly and flat on the ground, her feet arched hard, her toes pointed as her head rolled back, an almost silent gasp coming from her. Her fingers moved frantically as she let out a soft moan and then slumped down onto her sleeping bag. 

Kim lay still for several moments, her heavy breathing obvious even in the half-light. She pressed the overfilled rubber to her face as she pulled her still wet fingers up to her nose and sniffed them. After several moments, her legs relaxed and she seemed to settle down. She suddenly glanced over at Ross. She stared at him for several moments before she realized that he was awake and watching her. She smiled at him, then quickly turned and glanced over at Terri who was obviously sound asleep. Turning back to Ross, Kim smiled and stuck the tip of one wet finger into her mouth, sucking on it seductively. She grinned at him as she continued to suck on her fingertip. She brought her knees up slowly, spreading her feet apart to give him a better view. Ross could feel his cock twitch as he watched the performance only 10 feet away from him. After several moments of finger play, she slowly reached down between her legs and ran a fingernail across her pubic mound, downward till it reached her lips. She gave an obvious shiver as her finger danced across the scantily covered lips. She glanced back over at Terri who was lying on her side, facing away from them.

Glancing back at Ross, she smiled and drew her hand back up to her face, slowly licking the one finger. Ross watched intently as she glanced around and then sat up. Reaching down to her sides, she grasped her t-shirt and quickly pulled it up over her head. Even in the dark Ross could see that her nipples were taut and erect. She leaned back down, resting in an upright position against her backpack. She spread her legs further apart and then reached up and cupped the bottom of one breast. Hefting it up and down gently, she moved her fingertips up to the hardened nipple where her fingers began to slowly pinch and pull on it. Within a few moments, she leaned back, her head rolling back as she enjoyed her own solo pleasure. 

After several moments of playing with each nipple, Kim opened her eyes to see that her audience was still enjoying the show. She felt around beside her and found the used rubber, then brought it back up to her face. She held it there for several moments, letting Ross get a good look at it before placing the cold, hours old sperm bag into her mouth. She held it there for several moments; her lips and cheeks bulged out from the sheer size of it as she warmed it back up to 98.6 degrees; her body temperature. She slipped it from her mouth and back into her hand while she sat and smiled at Ross. She sat up and looked directly at Ross. Using her free hand, she pointed to him and then pointed to the saliva-covered rubber. She then pointed between his legs and his now hardening cock and then pointed between her legs. Ross wasn't too sure of the sign language, but he understood the concept. He nodded his head up and down as she sat smiling at him, playing with her overfilled sperm balloon. 




The New Slave Ch. 59



Kim smiled as she sat up on her haunches, her legs under her, and then glanced over at the sleeping Terri. Kim rose up on her knees and slipped her thumbs into the waistband of the skimpy thong. Smiling, she slowly slid the thong down her thighs and to her knees. Raising one knee up at a time, she slipped out of the thong and tossed it over to where Ross was laying. He could see the copious amount of juices smeared around the crotch area of the tiny covering. With an exaggerated gesture, she slowly reached down and ran one fingertip between her pussy lips, and then up to her mouth where she sucked on it. All the time she watched Ross closely. Glancing down his stretched out length, she smiled as she saw his cock rising up from his belly, the head already pumped to an enormous size. She quickly reached into her backpack and pulled out a zip locked bag and removed something from it. She then silently crawled over to Ross.

"Hi baby. Can't sleep? What's the matter? Got something on your mind? Maybe I can help you work it out," she whispered as she immediately reached down and began to gently stroke the already hardening cock. Her gentle coaxing had him rock hard within seconds. She dropped about a half dozen packaged condoms onto the ground and immediately tore one open with her free hand and mouth. "Hope you didn't mind me playing with your cum wad. Maybe I can take some more out of you to restock my supply. I don't get many opportunities like this one. I just want to make the best of a good thing, she said whispering and laughing.

"Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph," Ross tried to speak through the gag. She looked at him, cocking her head from side to side as if to hear him better. She grinned at him as her hand continued to rub and squeeze the hard meat. She would occasionally allow her fingers to stop rubbing the shaft long enough to check the head, to see if he was wet. It didn't take but a few moments before she felt a sizable amount of pre cum suddenly boil out of the hardened cock head. 

"Ummm, you're such a good boy. Lubrication is always a good thing. It lets me know that you're ready. You know that I'm more than ready. Besides, the last batch is really cold now. I need another warm fresh batch to help me," she said in a mock child like voice. Ross just sat and stared at her as she continued to rub his cock. She immediately slipped the new rubber onto his organ and using her fingers, unrolled its full length onto him. She rubbed the condom around his cock head and foreskin, gathering up his pre cum to lubricate the inside of the rubber. 

"Just hold still, let me get comfy here," she said as she stretched one leg over his thighs, straddling him. Holding onto his cock with one hand, she eased her butt up into the air and then settled back, his cock head immediately pushing up into her sopping wet entrance. She grimaced as she felt it nudge into her swollen pussy. With her vaginal opening holding his cock in place, she eased down slowly, a pained expression on her face. She shuffled her hips around, left to right and forward and back, helping his cock gradually ease further into her. She gasped several times as he slipped deeper and deeper into her warmth. She glanced back at Terri and saw that she was sound asleep.

"Shushhhh," she moaned softly as his cock finally reached its full length inside of her. She gently rose up several inches and then slowly eased back down the length of his shaft getting the rigid organ well lubricated. Feeling him fully embedded in her, she pushed down hard onto him, forcing him a little further into her depths. She moaned softly and moved her face up close to his ear, whispering to him. "Damn, you are a perfect fit for me. I'm going to take your gag off, will you be quiet. Don't make a sound," she whispered into his ear. He nodded his head up and down. Smiling, she quickly slipped the gag from his mouth. 

"I can. The question is can you be quiet?" he whispered as he worked his jaws up and down. His jaw line on both sides was killing him. His entire mouth felt numb from the ball gag. He flexed his hips, pushing up into her. She jerked slightly and then leaned back, smiling at him. 

"Ummm, yes I can be quiet. You feel bigger than before, how is that?" she asked seriously as she continued to remain close to his ear, whispering. Her hips were beginning to move in a continuous up and down motion. 

"I'm probably pretty swollen. You're probably swollen also. I don't think that you're use to me or doing this," he said seriously, whispering back into her ear. She groaned softly as she continued her pelvic ballet on him. She felt good, but she also felt mushy inside giving Ross the impression that she wasn't use to exercising her vaginal muscles. She actually felt very good, but she was almost soft inside. There was no tightness. He could tell that she was swollen, just from the earlier tryst. Her movements were becoming more aggressive, her pace picking up. Ross could feel her tighten her thighs up against his lower ribcage. 

"I have no problem with swollen," she moaned, her breathing coming in quick soft pants. He could feel her pussy tightening, grasping him as it performed naturally. 

"If you undid my handcuffs, our love making could be a lot more intense," he said looking into her eyes. He was now flexing his hips, popping upward into her and then coming down.

"Love making?" she said with a slight laugh. "Babe, in case you didn't know it, we're fucking. This isn't love making," she gasped as she continued humping him.

"I didn't mean ...," he said before she quietly cut him off.

"Look at it this way. You're a captured animal out here in the wild, with a really big dick. I'm a hunter with a really hungry pussy that captured you. I'm going to use your dick till it can't be used anymore. This is sort of like making up for lost time, if you know what I mean. I can guarantee that if the situation was reversed, and I was the one that was tied down, here on the ground... you'd be pounding into my poor little twat right now. Wouldn't you?" she asked him with a big grin on her face.

"No, I wouldn't do that to you," he said seriously. She suddenly looked at him with an odd look on her face. Her entire appearance softened, almost into a sad expression. She stopped her pelvic gyrations momentarily as if she were deep in thought about what he had just said. She sat staring into his eyes for a moment and then began to slowly hump him.

"Whatever. You're here and you're fabulously hard," she said as she began to pump up and down faster on him. Her expression changed back to her original attitude in an instant. "I'm here and I'm unbelievably horny. I'd say we make the perfect couple," she said with a smile. She stared at Ross, wondering about things that she'd never know. For a moment, he had stolen her attention. The moment had been too serious for her.

"But I really would like to take you home with me. I could do wonders with this thing in me every day," she said, suddenly gasping and stiffening as she reached the peak of his cock. Only the head was inside of her as she suddenly jerked hard and plunged back down onto him. She stiffened again, her breasts thrust out and her head back. A soft moan escaped her throat as she sat down onto him hard, grinding against his pubic bone. Ross could feel her pussy spasm and quiver hard several times. She was cumming. She sat silently on him, his cock fully embedded deep inside of her as she enjoyed the sensations that erupted between her thighs. Ross held still, pushed up as far as he could into her as her hips continued to make short little forward jerks, finishing herself. 

"Oh shit, she groaned quietly into his ear as she sat softly panting on top of him. After several moments, Ross could feel her vaginal muscles loosen on his cock. She sat still for several moments, catching her breath. Her hips twitched a few times, body twitches as her orgasm wound down. She had barely caught her breath when she began to slowly and gently hump his hardness, preparing herself for another orgasm. She was slowly working her way up the arousal ladder, gradually climbing it step by step. She sat back and smiled at him, holding him at arm's length, her hips gently rising and falling. 

"Enjoying yourself?" Ross whispered softly to her, he leaned forward as much as he could. She leaned into him and kissed him softly on the lips, her hands resting on his chest.

"Immensely. Obviously you're not having as much fun as I am. But that's a good thing, or maybe I should say, lucky for me," she whispered as she continued to kiss him on the lips, moving down to his neck. Her hips were slowly rising up and down in short strokes, taking only about half of his cock into her. Within a few moments, she was beginning to rise and fall the entire length of his cock, becoming more forceful as she quickly approached another orgasm. Her breathing was heading into a pant; her eyes fixed on him as she rose up and then plunged her full body weight down onto him. It didn't take long before she suddenly stiffened and gasped. Holding her breath, her entire body remained motionless, suspended on the 8-inch spike of slick male meat. Silently she reached out and held onto Ross' shoulders, her fingernails painfully digging into him. Her body jerked several times, her pussy clamping down tightly on his cock as the waves of another orgasm rolled through her body. Ross held still, pushing up into her as far as he could. 

"Unnnggghhh," she moaned as she fell forward against Ross. Ross was nearing his own satisfying ending but she stopped thrusting on him. He could feel her pussy shudder and quiver, but not enough to send him over that sexual ledge. He pushed hard into her several times, concentrating on the sensations that his swollen cock could feel. She slowly eased upward, almost as if she were not allowing him to enjoy his own animal pleasure. "No, not yet," she moaned into his ear, her face nestled into his neck. She was almost dreamy as she pressed her lips to his neck and kissed him repeatedly in small feathery kisses. She was breathing hard, her pussy still softly clenching and releasing him. He wanted to cum but she wasn't going to allow it. 

"Just a few more moments," he moaned into her ear. He pushed upward hard into her, causing her to jump. She sat up on him, glaring at him. 

"No, not yet. I need more of you. I need you deeper in me," she said, almost desperately. She was still breathing hard as she glanced around at Terri. It was obvious that Terri was sound asleep. As Ross began to slowly push up into her again, her head swung back at him, her eyes flashing, the look on her face telling him NO. She almost looked crazed.

"I'm sorry. You'll have your turn, I can promise that," she said, a tone of desperation in her voice. She immediately rose up and lifted one leg over him, in essence uncoupling herself from his throbbing cock. She quickly crawled over to her backpack and removed the taser gun from her pack. She searched in a side pocket for a second and produced a set of keys. She crawled back closer to Ross near his hips. Kneeling down, she reached out and grasped his hard cock. She began to rub it slowly in long strokes, carefully watching him to make sure he wasn't too close to cumming. As his breathing began to become erratic, she stopped and then quickly moved around behind him. Suddenly, he could hear her using the keys to undo his handcuffs. Before releasing him, she leaned back around the tree. 

"If you even think about making a move to escape, I'll taze you into next week. You wouldn't believe what one of these will do to a cock and especially your balls. Got it?" she said in a harsh whisper. Before she even finished the question, she had unfastened the cuffs and was pushing Ross' arms back around to his front. She quickly moved around in front of him, holding the taser out in front of her. Ross sat for several moments rubbing his shoulders and moving them around to get the feeling back into them. 

"Got it?" she asked again, giving a quick glance back toward the sleeping Terri. 

"I won't do anything," he said softly, grateful just to be able to move his arms and shoulders. 

"Roll over on your side," she said softly as she watched him. She was also watching to make sure that his cock stayed hard. Still wearing the oval jewelry ring, and after the day's activities with him, his cock and balls looked immense. She marveled at how much sperm must be in the grapefruit sized balls. She was getting ready to take another batch from him. 



The New Slave Ch. 60



Chapter 60, Kim Collects Another Specimen from Ross

Ross rolled over onto his side, his cock bobbing out in front of him as he moved around to obey Kim's orders. Still holding the taser gun, she quietly directed him, careful to make sure that they didn't wake up Terri.

"Roll over on your side and reach around the tree, one arm around each side. Lace your fingers together. Now lock your fingers together," she ordered as she carefully watched him obey her instructions. She was definitely in a hurry. She wanted to cum again while she could still feel the intense sensations of the previous orgasm. She also didn't want to have to work the male slave into another erection. To her, that would be an obvious waste of time. She could see that he was softening as he stretched his arms out and reached around the tree. 

"I can't do it with my ankles tied like this," he whispered as she watched him. Rolled over, his outstretched and spread legs attempted to twist together since they were still held down by the spiral ground pegs. 

"Sure you can, just do it. Stretch and reach around the tree. We'll take care of your legs in a minute," she whispered to him. The urgency was obvious in her voice. Ross hurried to obey her. His hands placed together around the tree, Kim moved to the other side of the tree and quickly cuffed his wrists back together while holding onto the taser gun. She checked the cuffs and found that he was locked tightly. She hurried over to her backpack and put the taser back in its holster and then took out a blanket. 

"This will be more comfortable, for both of us," she said as she placed it on the ground. She quickly reached down and unscrewed one of the stakes that held Ross' ankle secured. He immediately pulled his leg up and stretched it from the locked position that it had been held in. She quickly did the same to the other leg, freeing his lower body to move from the awkward position that he had been handcuffed in. 

"Get on your knees," she whispered as she grabbed the blanket. Rolling over, Ross struggled to his knees, his muscles exhausted from the long hours of being tied down on the ground. With Ross on his knees, she spread out the blanket under him. He was now in a kneeling position with his arms restrained around the tree. He moved one leg out farther so that she could get the blanket spread and then shifted his weight, stretching the other leg out even further away from. 

"That's a nice position. Just hold that position," she whispered to him as she watched his half hard cock flopping around under him. She knelt behind him and quickly reached between his thighs feeling for the semi elongated floppy meat. Feeling it, she squeezed the base and shook it from side to side for several moments, feeling him start to swell in her hand. Sufficient for her purposes, she let go and quickly began to crawl up under him on her hands and knees. Ross rose up the best that he could and let her snuggle into a position directly beneath him. With Ross being quite a bit taller than Kim, she easily moved under his body, her back snug up against his chest. She glanced over at Terri one time to make sure that she was still asleep. 

Resting on her hands and knees under Ross, she positioned herself where all he had to do was ease his hips forward and he would be in her. She would adjust it as they went, in order to get the full deep penetration that she was wanting. Her pussy flushed with a surge of warm blood, just feeling the thick male meat hanging down against her butt. This was something that she had never done before and knew that it would create the deepest penetration for her. She smiled to herself thinking of all of the pictures that she had seen on her computer, about this position. Other women had called this 'doggy style' and told her that it was a position was for really deep penetration and intense orgasms. She laughed to herself, thinking about the phrase 'doggy style'. 

"Have you ever done a bitch in heat?" she asked as she savored the moment, feeling his hardness pressed against the crack of her butt and pussy. She giggled as the said the unfamiliar phrase. Ross didn't know what to say. 

"I don't know if this will work," Ross whispered to her. She was somewhat hunch backed as she tried to get fully under the restrained slave. With his arms handcuffed around the tree, he was pulling back; just to give her enough room to get under him. 

"It'll work. Just hold on," she said as she eased her butt down lower. She dropped her shoulders and face down close to the ground pushing her butt upward toward him. She spread her knees out farther and moved her feet outward even further, allowing her upper body to drop even lower beneath him as her hips and butt rose higher. Immediately he felt her butt press against him and he did what was natural, he gently pushed forward, feeling his cock head come up against her pussy. She moaned just feeling him poised at her entrance. 

"There," was all he heard as she pushed back against him, his cock head popping into her wet opening with some resistance. She shuddered as she felt him begin to push deeper into her swollen tenderness. To her it felt like he went in deeper and deeper and deeper until she felt his pelvis pressed up against her butt. She gasped as she felt his fully embedded cock twitching in her sopping pussy. She could immediately feel herself begin to spasm as he slowly began to withdraw the swollen organ from her. In what seemed like several minutes to her, he withdrew his cock till the head was wedged just inside of her entrance. He immediately began the slow push back into her as she crouched farther down, her butt rising up to meet his thrust. 

"Oh gahhhhh," she groaned as she felt him hit the deepest point in her vaginal canal. He held it there for several moments, the head flexing as he began to slowly pull it out of her. She could feel the orgasm welling up inside her, deep at first and then beginning to spread out through her lower belly and into her thighs. As Ross felt her pussy beginning to tighten around his organ, he dropped his hips slightly, forcing the angle of his cock to rub harder against her overly sensitive and swollen clit. She jerked as she felt the new sensations begin to blast through her. 

"Hold still, let me finish you," Ross gasped, holding back his own orgasm that would soon be coming. He thrust into her faster, feeling her pussy suddenly tighten around him. As he pulled outward from her, he felt as if he was pulling her pussy inside out; she was clamped down on him so tightly. He jerked; pumping back into her harder and jerking it back out just as fast, allowing only the head to remain inside. She was cumming hard, his hips pistoning as he thrust hard in and out of Kim. Her body jerked hard as she felt the full impact of her orgasm, another orgasm immediately beginning on top of the first. Ross could feel her shuddering inside, spasm over and over as he continued to pump in and out of her. She panted and groaned as she felt another orgasm instantly begin deep inside of her, this one gaining in intensity. Her butt and hips squirmed as she jerked back hard against him, plunging him even deeper into her fleshy recesses. Her hands were clenching and unclenching as she felt several of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. 

"Just stay right there," Ross panted as he tried to bring himself to his own finale. As quick as it had started, it quickly finished. Ross was pumping into her hard as she suddenly withered and slumped down below his thrusting. His cock immediately popped out of her, bobbing up and down as it searched for the warm hole that it had been enjoying. She slumped down onto the blanket, Ross' cock brushing against the top of her butt as he missed the gooey swollen target. He desperately tried to look down, to see which way she was laying. Using his cock, he poked outward with it, trying to find the warm moist area that was only inches away. Kim lay slumped under him, breathing hard and panting as her orgasm slowly subsided. 

"Raise up, raise your butt up," Ross panted desperately, his cock bouncing up and down as he thrust into the air all around her hips and butt. His cock head was flared and excited, the veins bulging from the 'almost release' that had stopped. Kim remained flat on the ground, her breathing still erratic, and her pussy still in small spasms as it quivered to a final exhausted stop. Ross was reduced to humping her hip, all that his cock could find to serve as a point of friction for the overly excited organ. He was pumping hard, his cock slipping off and on her hip bone. It was better than fucking air.

"You are a little fuck animal, aren't you," Kim moaned between pants. Lying flat on the blanket beneath him, she reached above and behind her, found his cock and began to rub it. Ross was thrusting hard enough that within moments, Kim didn't have to rub it; she just held his cock tightly as he pumped it in and out of her tight grasp. Just hearing him, she knew that he was getting close to cumming. She enjoyed watching almost as much as doing. 

"Oh no you don't, I won't let you, not yet," she whispered as she suddenly let go of him. He groaned as she quickly rolled over and moved out from under him, crawling back behind him. She quickly moved up behind his butt and reached down between his outstretched thighs. She placed her knees behind and in between his knees and pushed outward hard, forcing him to open his sexual stance. It only took a second to find the rigid meat between his thighs. She pressed her pelvis against his butt, pushing him forward as her one hand began to jerk his cock violently. Her other hand found the trapped balls and started to squeeze them. Being too big for her small hand, she easily trapped one ball and pushed her fingers into the tightened sack, grasping the bruised ball tightly. 

"Do you want to blow your nuts for me? Come on baby. Blow your nuts. Give me your nut milk," she whispered seductively as her fingers tortured the trapped ball, squeezing it hard and pulling down on it. Her other hand jerked frantically, milking the swollen organ hard and fast. She could feel that he was about to cum. She pressed up against him harder, literally pushing him into the tree that he was handcuffed to. It only took a second or two before his back bowed up hard, frozen in an arch as his butt dropped down low, almost as if trying to feed his cock to her hand. She jerked him hard, the spasms in his cock hard and distinct as the first gushes shot from him into the rubber. The head was swollen enough that she couldn't rub the foreskin over his cock head; it had flared so wide. She continued to jerk it hard with short tight strokes to his shaft. 

"There you go baby, keep pumping. Come on, empty those milk bags into the rubber for me," she whispered as she felt his cock continue to shudder and spew out the warm thick cream. She jerked for what seemed like minutes, till her hand and arm began to tire. Because he had been so good to her, she continued to milk him, slowing down and becoming gentler with his cock as she finished him. He never made a sound during the entire time. She continued rubbing him till his hips suddenly dropped down, his head and shoulders dropping to the blanket. His butt was still up in the air, her body pressed against him as she very gently squeezed the shaft, forcing the last globs out of the softening cock. 

"Ahh, this brings back good memories of when I was a little girl. My grandmother use to let me milk her cows," Kim said quietly laughing. "I definitely don't remember it being this much fun," she said as she finished squeezing his soft cock and then holding it in her palm as she moved back away from him. Leaning down and peering between his thighs, she reached up and grasped the end of the rubber at the base of his cock. She gently slid the warm bloated bag from him and moved back away from him. Sitting down on her butt, she held the used condom up to the light and took a long look at it. It was warm, heavy and filled with the thick whitish contents. She jabbed at it with her finger, watching the creamy mess swirl around inside. 

"I've always enjoyed doing the captured males by hand, but I have to say that I think you might have broken a record here," she said as she gently squeezed the bottom of the rubber, forcing the gooey cream to move up and down inside the rubber. "It's not as potent as your last batch, but there are still a lot of white stringy looking globs in there," she said as she sat and played with her liquid filled toy. After several minutes of playing with it, she stretched the rubber out, careful not to spill any, and then tied the opening into a knot, sealing the contents inside. She tossed it playfully into the air several times checking its weight.

"You did well. You didn't make a sound," she said as she glanced back over toward Terri. Terri's slow deep breathing was obvious as to her asleep. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her," Kim said with a grin. Ross had slumped down onto his stomach, his legs sprawled open, his cock flattened out underneath him. His deep breathing and soft moans confirmed to Kim that he had enjoyed her manual techniques on him. She carefully laid the used rubber at the foot of the blanket and then moved up toward Ross' head. She found the mouth gag and slipped it back into his mouth. He wasn't resisting her. She then slowly crawled over to her sleeping bag and put the freshly collected slave sperm into her pack. She leaned back against her pack and watched Ross as she quickly drifted off to sleep. It was only moments before she and Ross were both sleeping soundly. 

The sun wasn't even up yet, the early morning light just beginning to peak across the tops of the trees and canyon walls. Terri rolled over and sat up, stretching like a cat. She yawned and looked around sleepily. It was light enough that she could see that everyone was still where each of them was suppose to be. Ross was there, Kim was there and all was quiet. She sat there for a moment, slowly waking up. She felt refreshed and ready for the day. She drew her legs up together and immediately felt a slight twinge of discomfort between her legs. She sat still for a moment, reaching down into her panties to feel the puffy lips. She smiled as she remembered why she was sore. She laughed as she thought to herself that it was a much-needed soreness. She didn't mind the discomfort at all. 

"Kim, are you awake?" she asked softly. Kim didn't move. Terri had seen Kim sleep late and normally had to be woken up. She couldn't understand how Kim could go to sleep at the same time as her and always be so tired or sleep so late. It was as if she was up and busy all night, but Terri knew better than that. Kim just liked her sleep. She sat and watched her for a moment. She was definitely in a deep sleep. She also was surprised to see that Kim was lying on top of her sleeping bag, completely nude. Her tank top was lying on the sleeping bag. What caught her attention was the fact that Kim's thong was all crumpled up and laying in the dirt, half way between her and Ross. That was odd, she thought to herself. 

"What the hell?" Terri said out loud as she suddenly noticed that Ross was lying on a blanket, on his stomach. She had to clear her head momentarily to remember that Ross had been handcuffed, sitting up, and his arms behind him, around a tree. Now he was lying on his stomach, his arms wrapped around the tree. She stood up and went straight to Ross' feet where she stood staring at his sleeping form. She could see that he was still handcuffed but he was on a blanket and on his stomach. He was sound asleep but his legs were spread, one leg kicked out to the side. Terri had a good view of his balls and noticed that they were dark red, very swollen looking. 

She turned back to the sleeping Kim. Walking over closer, Terri looked down, watching Kim as she slept. Kim was nude, lying on her back; one leg bent at the knee and kicked out to her side. Spread open as she was, Terri bent down and looked closely at Kim's pubic area. Her pussy was raw and swollen, the lips furled outward as if in a state of sexual arousal. There was what appeared to be lot of fluid or moisture around her swollen entrance. Terri just laughed as she envisioned Kim dreaming about male slaves, or cocks, or whatever it was that turned her on. Even in sleep she was dreaming about sex. She glanced back at Ross, the thong on the ground and the sleeping Kim. She just shook her head.

"Kim, wake up," she said gently as she tapped Kim's bare foot. "Come on, wake up. We need to get moving," Terri said as she tapped Kim's bare foot again. Kim stirred and slowly sat up looking around. She rubbed her eyes for a moment and then looked over at Ross, suddenly remembering what she had been doing, and just a few hours before. It was obvious to her that Terri had already seen Ross. 

"What time is it?" Kim asked bleary eyed. She sat cross-legged, her vaginal area completely exposed to Terri who was standing at her feet. Kim hadn't noticed that Terri was looking between her legs. 

"It's just after 7am. Come on, we need to get everything packed up and moving. Today is payday," she said as she watched Kim. She was really curious about Ross being moved. "You might want to get that looked at. You're really swollen down there," Terri said nodding her head toward Kim's crotch. 

"Oh, it's nothing. I just got a little carried away yesterday. I'm just not accustomed to that much," Kim said groggily as she closed her legs together. She could feel all of the wetness that was inside of her. It wouldn't take much for it to start leaking out. She quickly rolled over and began looking through her pack.

"Tell me, if you don't mind. How did the slave end up with a blanket?" Terri said firmly as she stood watching Kim. 

"Oh, I felt sorry for him. I woke up and saw that he wasn't sleeping. He was really uncomfortable. Don't worry. I took precautions. I got him handcuffed without any problems. He wasn't any problem at all. I got him all taken care of," Kim said with a soft smile. 

"Oh, that's right. I forgot. He's your new pet," Terri said as she turned and walked off, shaking her head. She went over to the camp stove and began making coffee. 

"Yea, that's right. He's my new pet. Do you think that he's potty trained?" Kim said with a laugh. 

"What?" Terri said laughing as she turned around. Kim was standing up, totally nude, her nipples fully erect as she watched the sleeping male. "Potty trained?" she repeated.

"Yea. Pets need to be potty trained. You have to get them to where they'll go on a newspaper or outside. Do you think that he'd go on a newspaper or outside?" Kim asked innocently. 

"What the hell are you talking about? We don't have any newspapers and we are outside!" Terri said, thinking that Kim had finally lost her mind. 

"Yea, I know. That's what I'm talking about," Kim said with a strange smile. She turned and faced Terri with a grin. "I want to see if he's trained well enough to go outside. You want to make sure that he goes where you want him to go," Kim said grinning.

"You are so weird," Terri said with a laugh. She suddenly understood what Kim was saying. Kim was waking up first thing in the morning and she was already horny. Kim wanted to play with the male slave. "Hell, I don't care. Play with him all you want, but make it quick. We have to get going soon," Terri said.

"I just want a few minutes with him. That's all I need. I don't want him in me. I'm too sore for that. I guess that maybe I overdid it yesterday. I just want to see him cum again," Kim said with a glazed look in her eyes. 

"I'm sure he won't mind. Go ahead, bust his balls," Terri said as she continued making the coffee. Terri was one of those types that had sex one time and was good for months. She had no sexual arousal in her. She had taken care of that, the day before. It wasn't a surprise to Terri; she'd seen Kim jack off male slaves just for fun or to see how fast they could cum by her hand. "We both pretty well wore out his cock yesterday, so don't waste all day trying to make him cum. If he doesn't get hard, then forget it," Terri said. She was serious. She didn't care if Kim played all day with a male, but based on both of them using him the day before, she was doubtful that Kim would have much fun with him. Besides that, today was payday and she wanted to get rid of the slave and collect the reward money. 




The New Slave Ch. 60



"Let's see if he's a good puppy or a bad puppy," Kim said dreamily as she crawled on all fours toward the sleeping male. She was crawling, her shoulders and head down low as if stalking her prey. Terri laughed as she stood watching. She continued to watch as she quickly put on a pair of short khaki cargo shorts and a tank top. Today would be walking and no hunting. She could afford to dress comfortably. The work was done; the money was somewhere, waiting to be collected. She just had to find out who owed the money.

"Can you cum outside for me," Kim cooed as she reached Ross. Moving quietly between his outstretched thighs, she positioned her head directly over his exposed and softened sex organ. She slowly leaned down and gently licked the foreskin-covered head several times, softly. Ross was fast asleep and never even moved. Terri watched in amusement as Kim continued the soft quick licks on the sleeping male. It was obvious that Ross was feeling it, his cock beginning to swell quickly and rise up from between his legs. Terri grimaced, knowing that Kim was licking him and he had never been in the pool of warm water like they had. He had to be rank with the smell of all of their sex on him. 

"Oh, he's going to be a good puppy. I can tell that he's going to go outside and he doesn't even have a newspaper," Kim said laughing quietly. Terri just shook her head and watched. Ross was growing erect quickly, his cock swelling and thickening as Kim's head moved back down onto him. This time she softly sucked in the swelling organ, gently sucking on only the head. There was still no movement from Ross. Kim continued to suck on the quickly inflating organ, her head now moving slowly up and down on the fattened male sausage. For the first time, Ross moaned softly in his sleep. 

"Damn, I'm surprised that you got him this far," Terri said as she sat down with a cup of hot coffee and decided to just enjoy Kim's weird show. 

"Oh, he's ready. I can taste it coming up in him already," Kim said as she glanced back at Terri. Kim was referring to the taste of his pre cum which was now beginning to flood out of him. "Is this what they call a liquid breakfast?" Kim said with a laugh. Her head immediately went back down onto the fully erect cock. Her pace had picked up, her head now bobbing up and down quickly, sucking sounds coming from her mouth. 

"Unngghh, unngghh," Ross moaned as his eyes flashed open, now startled awake. He tried to sit up but couldn't. He jerked hard on the handcuffs and groaned as he tried to jerk his legs together. Terri thought that it looked odd, since he seemed to be more in pain rather than sexual pleasure. Kim immediately used her hands to shove his thighs apart as her mouth bobbed frantically on his cock. It was as if he was trying to escape her oral grip and she wasn't about to let her prey get away. She sucked hard, her mouth working the swollen cock head. He was closer to orgasm than Terri had thought. He suddenly groaned and thrust outward, an anguished cry coming from behind the gag. He jerked hard several times, pulling as if trying to free himself from the voracious mouth that was attached to his cock. Kim continued sucking hungrily on him, her cheeks moving in and out as she collected his thick juices. Ross writhed and thrashed for several moments till he fell back, spent and worn out. Kim continued sucking hungrily on the quickly softening cock for several more moments.

"Yuck, that is so gross," Kim said suddenly, spitting out the thick creamy contents from her mouth. Her face was red and a look of shock on it. "Gross. He taste's horrible. What's wrong with him?" she said as she quickly sat up, wiping her mouth and chin. Terri knew that Kim had tasted males before but this was odd. She quickly got up and walked over to Kim for a closer look. 

"Kim, he's a male. They all taste horrible," Terri said with a laugh. Kim was actually gagging, something unusual for the girl that loved playing with male slaves. Terri bent over Kim, looking at her closely. There was an obvious tiny trickle of blood on her lips and oozing down her chin. Terri grabbed Kim's face, looking at her closely. "What did you do? Did you bite him?" Terri asked the surprise obvious in her voice. Kim was trying to control the uncontrollable urge to throw up. She was sick to her stomach. Within a few moments, Kim was starting to relax and feel a little better as she examined her hands. The tiny amount of blood was obvious on her fingers, from wiping her lips and chin.

"I don't know what it was, but he tastes funny," Kim said with a blank look on her face. She had never experienced this before. She quickly looked down at the large puddle of sperm that she had spit out. Then she saw what had sickened her. There was blood mixed in with the fresh white sperm. There wasn't a lot, but it was enough that she tasted it and didn't like it. 

"Did you bite him?" Terri asked as she stooped down and drew a fingernail through the warm whitish globs. The blood was obviously there, mixed in with the fresh globular load of cream. 

"No," Kim said, a look of shock on her face. "I didn't do anything but suck on it and then he came. Am I bleeding?" Kim asked almost frantically. 

"Let me see. I don't see anything. Open your mouth," Terri said as she quickly examined Kim's mouth. All she could see was an obvious fresh coating of slimy white film on Kim's tongue and mouth, the residue of Ross' fresh specimen. "I don't think that it's your blood. It's his," she said as she glanced back toward Ross. She crouched down next to his hips, looking closer at his darkly reddened genitals. It was easy to see the fresh oozing of cum that leaked from the tip of his cock head. Kim had pulled her mouth away as soon as she tasted the odd salty flavor but Ross had continued to pump several more gushes of the thick white fluid, most of that landing on his thighs and in the dirt. Terri could see a tiny amount of blood leaking from the gaping mouth of his cock head. 

"Gross. His stuff almost made me sick," Kim wailed, still examining her fingers and hands. It was obvious that she didn't like blood. 

"I think that something's wrong with him. It looks like he's bleeding a little bit from inside. Did you stick anything in his hole?" Terri asked, her hand now slowly moving Ross' cock from side to side. 

"No, I was just sucking it," Kim answered defensively. "I didn't do anything to him. You could see that he wanted to cum. You saw how hard he was. He was ready to play. All I did was help him get it out. I didn't do anything," Kim continued to argue, almost crying. Her eyes were starting to well up with tears. 

"Relax. You didn't do anything to him. He's got some kind of problem inside of him," Terri said as she turned his cock over several times in her hand. She couldn't find anything obviously wrong. She could see that his balls were extremely swollen; the cock and ball ring still tightly in place around his organs. "I think that we might have overused it," she said with a laugh. She knew that this wasn't the case, but she wanted to calm Kim down before she really freaked out. "Something might be wrong with his nut sack. They are huge," Terri said, her hand feeling the skin tight swelling. She had no sooner squeezed them softly when Ross jerked hard, letting out a yelp. 

"What's wrong with him?" Kim moaned. "Did I do it?" she asked, now fearing that she had damaged a valuable slave. She started thinking that she had taken too much sperm from him, if that was possible. She didn't know. Her lack of sexual education scared her in more ways than one. 

"It's his balls, I think," Terri said as she softly reached both hands around the huge bloated ball sack. She squeezed gently, one hand at a time. Each time she squeezed, Ross would jerk hard, gasping and crying out from behind the gag as he struggled to escape her hands. She squeezed each ball, seeing the same result in each side. "I don't know what it is, but there seems to be a problem with his nuts," Terri said as she stood up. 

"What do we do?" Kim worried as she crawled back to the imagined safety of her sleeping bag. She sat on the sleeping bag, her knees drawn up to her chest, her chin buried on her knees as her arms held her legs tightly. 

"We don't do anything with him. We get going and get him back to wherever he goes. It's not our fault that they have an injured slave. We didn't do anything to him that a paying customer wouldn't have done. We turn him in, collect our money and then haul ass. The owner can take care of that problem," she said referring to the obviously injured balls. Terri stood there between Ross' legs, staring down at the soft cock and the huge balls. She wasn't sure what was wrong with him, but she didn't want to lose any money at this point. The faster they could get rid of him, the better off they would be. "Come on, get dressed and get ready. We're leaving as soon as we can break camp," Terri said as she hurried over to her gear. 

Within 15 minutes, they were both packed and ready to leave. Ross was still restrained on the ground, handcuffed to the tree. His cock and balls didn't look any healthier than they did 15 minutes before. He also was getting a sickly pallor in his face that didn't look too good. Terri could see that something was wrong with him. The faster they got him back to wherever, the faster he would be less of a problem for them. He was also very sleepy looking; his eyes drooping and a tired look on his face. She had thought that it was just sexual exhaustion, but maybe it was something more.

"I'm ready, let's get going," Kim said as Terri gathered up her pack and equipment. They'd hike out, walk several miles to where the truck was hidden and then drive to the nearest town that had a phone. From there, Terri could make some calls and find out what rich bitch was missing a slave. Then they'd collect their money and leave before anyone started asking questions.

"Go ahead and uncuff him, get him on his feet. We have a ways to go," Terri said as she undid the snap on the holstered Taser. She had her backpack on and was ready. Kim moved behind Ross and undid the cuffs while Terri stood over him. He wasn't moving and appeared to be asleep. Bringing the cuffs around to his front, she handcuffed him in the front, making it easier for him to walk. She had to rouse him awake. 

"Want me to take the gag out now?" Kim asked as she got his handcuffs secured in the front, double locked. She was helping him up since he was wobbly from sitting for almost and lying down for almost a day. 

"No, leave it in. I don't want to hear him whining and complaining all the way into town. You know how these slaves are," Terri said with no emotion. She didn't care. Male slaves were either to be used or they were a source of income. "Let's go," Terri said as she turned and holstered the Taser. She took off toward the canyon wall, knowing a trail that would lead them out of the area. Kim followed behind Ross who walked slowly in the middle. 

"Should we cover him or something?" Kim asked as she realized how odd the nude slave looked as they walked along the rocky canyon floor. 

"Why? Who's going to see him? Besides, I enjoy the sight of a nude male with a huge cock hanging down. Gives me something to think about," Terri said with a laugh. "I might even take a little break and make his cock puke out some more of that creamy stuff. I know that you'd like to," she said laughing and chiding her partner. 

"Ummm, I might just take you up on that," Kim said as she thought about the idea for a moment. She was more than a voyeur. She enjoyed watching a restrained male struggle while she tormented his captive cock and balls. And this slave would definitely struggle, seeing how his balls were swollen and full. She couldn't help but think that his balls looked like an over ripened fleshy melon, just needing to be squished and emptied. The thought of that got her juices to flowing. It gave her something to think about as they walked along silently. 

"I figured that you would," Terri said with a laugh.

"I will. Just tell me when you're ready to see him blow his nuts out and I'll give you a show," Kim said laughing loudly. She was already thinking about 'doing' him one more time. She didn't get to play with fully restrained slaves that often. And Terri was one partner that didn't mind her doing the males in the manner that she enjoyed so much. Kim had already forgotten about the blood and any injuries to the slave. She was now focused on forcing the endowed male into another creamy frenzied release as he struggled against her relentless hands. Even if it was just a few drops, she enjoyed the sight of a helpless male spilling it. It had been a great night and was now turning into an even better day. Kim was happy.



The New Slave Ch. 61



Chapter 61, Ross is Returned

It took just under 3 hours to walk out of the canyon and get to the truck that Terri had hidden away. It was common for slave hunters to hide their vehicles, especially in outer areas such as the area that Kim and Terri were hunting in. Their trip to the nearest town wouldn't take that long and both were in a hurry to get rid of the recaptured slave and collect their money. Terri was sure that Ross was an entertainment slave and would bring high dollar. This would all have to be done very quietly, since slavery and sex were two things that didn't go in the same sentence, according to the laws of the land. So, they would quietly find out who was missing a slave, get him to the rightful owner, very quietly be paid by the more than rich and generous owner and then quietly leave. It was all very simple. But where would they start to find the owner. If the slave had been on the run for a longer period of time, he could have escaped from as far away as another state. They didn't know. 

Upon reaching the truck, Ross was beginning to lag behind. Since Ross was completely nude, Terri was keeping an eye on his genitals. His balls were immense and she knew now, that he was either injured or something was wrong with them. They were far too big, even for a well-endowed male. The tightness of the scrotal sack told her that he was swollen. His cock was big but it didn't appear to be as swollen. Even soft, it was thicker than the average male that they were use to dealing with. She figured that his cock swelling was due to their rough treatment the day before, and especially Kim's playing with him. Terri knew that her partner was pretty enthusiastic if not overly aggressive when she was playing with a captured slave, especially if he was resisting at any level. Kim liked it when they resisted, her hands could easily work a slave's cock raw. 

The truck had been hidden several hundred yards from a nearby highway, in a ravine with heavy tree growth. Hidden as it was, it was almost like a small oasis in the rugged terrain. At the truck, both Kim and Terri opened water bottles and set back, relaxing after the long walk. Kim made sure to give Ross plenty of water. She had noticed that he was beginning to walk slower and lagging behind. He seemed a little bit dazed as he followed behind Terri. There was nowhere to go. All he could do was follow the person in front of him. 

"Do you think he's ok?" Kim asked as Terri sat in the shade sipping water. Ross was sitting on the ground, a sleepy look on his face. He looked almost like he was dozing off. It was warm but not really that hot. They hadn't been working that hard and Ross should have been in pretty good condition. 

"I'm not sure. Back at the camp, I would have thought that he was fine. But I'm starting to wonder about that blood thing. I've been watching him and he seems a little bit out of it. It's obvious that he's swelling. I can see that. I don't know what is wrong with him but he almost seems to be feverish. But that's not our problem. We just have to get him to his owner and get the hell out of here," Terri said as she watched Ross. He was handcuffed in the front, sitting cross-legged in the dirt, under a nearby tree. The huge swollen ball sack lay in the dirt.

"Well, one thing is for sure. He knows where he belongs. Why not just ask him?" Kim said with a dumb look on her face. "We might save a lot of time and get our money," she added quickly.

"I had thought about that. I was going to question him, but I wanted to get back here where we could talk to him and be close to the truck. If he tells us anything, we can just jump in and take off. I'm in a hurry to get this all done. I definitely hope that his owner isn't too far away. Maybe it's someone near by," she said as she stood up and wandered over near Ross. 

"Let's do it. I'm a little bit tired of this camping stuff and I could use some real food," Kim said.

"Hey big boy," Terri said as she walked over to Ross. He didn't seem to hear her. He just sat in the dirt. 

"He's ignoring you," Kim said as she sat back and watched. 

"Hey! Stand up. Let's get you situated. The quicker we get you back to your owner, the sooner you can do your thing," Terri said with a laugh. Since Terri was convinced that Ross was an entertainment slave, she figured that he would be rented out to some woman or be taking care of his female master, sexually. She figured that if he was that good, then someone would be missing him, or at least, certain parts of his body, very quickly. 

"Let's get him secured before we talk to him," Kim suggested. She stood up and walked over to the truck. Since it was a 4 door SUV, she opened both back doors to let some of the heat out. The back cargo area had been rigged up with heavy steel eyebolts that would securely hold a captured male down. He could be restrained in the truck and they wouldn't have to worry about him getting loose. Kim hooked up the ankle and wrist restraints to the eyebolts and had them ready for the handcuffed slave. 

"Stand up, let's go!" Terri said to Ross as she stood over him. Ross slowly rolled over onto his knees and stood up. Terri helped him up and then walked him over to the SUV. In the cargo area, there were bolts on the rear sidewalls where his arms could be restrained and then larger bolts on the back floor, near the cargo door, where his ankles would be restrained and spread apart. The windows of the SUV were tinted black where no one could see into the vehicle. With the rear cargo door down, Ross slowly moved up onto the cargo door and sat down. 

"Get all the way in," Terri instructed him. Kim was waiting in the rear fold down seat. She had the restraints ready. Ross scooted backwards into the cargo area. Sitting on his butt, he came to rest up against the back seat. Terri immediately put ankle restraints on him and fastened each one to the eyebolt located at the sides and rear of the SUV. With his legs spread wide and his ankles locked into place, Terri hopped up into the cargo area and knelt in between Ross' outstretched legs. She saw that Kim was ready and she quickly undid the handcuffs. Immediately, Kim pulled Ross' left arm out to the side and fastened a wrist restraint around his left wrist. Terri held his right arm out as Kim grabbed it and fastened it in the same way as the left. Fully restrained, Ross was sitting on his butt facing out the back window, both ankles spread wide apart and held securely. His arms were stretched out to both sides and locked into place in the cargo area sidewalls, and his back up against the rear of the fold down seat. He definitely wasn't going anywhere now. 

"Ok. Let's see what he has to say," Terri said as Kim got comfortable in the rear seat. Terri reached up and pulled the gag from his mouth. Immediately, Ross began to work his jaws and mouth, trying to get some feeling back into the strained jaw and neck muscles. 

"Feel like talking to us or do you want to be an asshole?" Kim said laughing from the seat directly behind Ross. They were use to slaves that wouldn't give any information, fearing that they would be returned to their owners for punishment or worse. "If you don't want to cooperate and talk with us, I'll sic Kim on your cock. She'd like chewing on it some more," Terri said glancing up at Kim. Kim immediately smiled, her eyes opened wide. She was more than interested on playing one more time with the sleepy eyed male. 

"I would have talked anytime that you wanted. You didn't have to gag me," he said spitting out bits of dirt and sand. "All you had to do was tell me what you wanted." 

"See, now there's the problem. Take the gag out and he's already talking too much. We pretty well got what we wanted and didn't have to listen to you during the fun," Terri said firmly. Kim leaned around Ross and looked at him, now hearing him speaking.

"You've been asking about who owns me. I would have told you. It's Dr Sherry," Ross said as he continued to work his jaws.

"What?" Terri cried out, a look of shock on her face. "You belong to Dr Sherry?"

"Yes. I was sent to Mistress Francesca's house and got grabbed as her security was holding me for Dr Sherry's security people. I didn't escape, I was taken," he added quickly. 

"Oh shit. Are you talking about the doctor that owns the stables and the big medical clinic in 'this' area?" she said loudly. 

"I guess so. I don't even know where I am right now. Her name is Dr Caren Sherry and she does own horses and a large medical clinic, among other things," Ross said looking up at Terri in surprise. 

"Yea, I've heard about those 'other things' as you put it. Oh shit. We're in trouble now," Terri moaned as she crawled out of the cargo area. 

"What? What's wrong?" Kim asked quietly as she got out of the vehicle and followed after Terri. Terri was pacing back and forth, some distance behind the SUV. It was obvious that she was very agitated. She was biting on a fingernail and walking back and forth quickly. She was deep in thought. "What is it?" Kim asked again, beginning to get worried.

"We're fucked. We are severely fucked!" Terri said as she continued pacing back and forth. "You don't get it, do you?"

"Who's Dr Sherry? Why are we fucked?" Kim asked as she tried to follow Terri back and forth as she paced.

"Dr Sherry? You don't know who she is?" Terri said as she wheeled around and faced Kim. "She's that doctor that lives just across the county line. You know who she is. She has stables all right but we aren't talking about horses. She owns a whole lot of male and female slaves. She has her own security people that are probably out hunting us, right now. We're more than fucked," Terri moaned.

"Hunting us? Why?" Kim answered, the fear starting to show in her voice.

"Are you an entertainment slave?" Terri yelled bluntly as she turned back to Ross.

"I've been called that," Ross said as he sat and watched the frenzied Terri. 

"Oh fuck me. Shit!" Terri moaned as she began to pace farther and farther from the SUV. 

"You've got me scared. What's wrong?" Kim asked, the worry obvious on her face.

"He belongs to Dr Sherry, the medical doctor in the next county. Sherry owns stables and she also owns an entire business that uses male and female sex slaves. I can guarantee that her security people are out looking for us, right now. I even know her head of security, Rachel … something. I know Rachel. She's good and if she's hunting us, she'll find us. We're totally fucked. Not only are we not going to get paid, but she might just take us into slavery and turn us out as sex slaves. With the power that she has, she could just make us disappear," Terri said in a low tone, trying to keep Ross from hearing them. 

"What? Sex slaves? Us? You've got to be kidding," Kim said in horror. She was now starting to get scared. "What do we do?" 

"We get rid of him as fast as we can. We leave him here and haul ass. If they can't find him, they won't know about us," Terri said breathlessly. She was trying to formulate a plan but wasn't thinking straight.

"We can't just leave him here. No one would ever find him out here," Kim wailed, the panic becoming obvious in her voice.

"Do you want to get licked or fucked for the rest of your life, as a slave?" Terri said to the wide-eyed Kim. 

"What do you mean?" Kim cried out. She was now starting to hop around, panic running through her.

"What do I mean? If they catch us, they might just turn us into sex slaves. And I doubt that it will be for any paying female customers. They'll probably just leave us tied down and let the male slaves take turns with us," Terri said in a whisper. "With her and her security people, it'll be like you and I never existed. We'll just cease to be. They'll absorb us into their slave business and we'll never be heard from again. 

"Why can't we return him to the doctor and then we'd be the heroes?" Kim asked in total innocence. "That might work. We're not the ones that took him," she added desperately.

"We aren't the ones but we did fuck him, several times. We didn't return him right away. We went ahead and had our fun and then didn't get him back. Slave owners don't like that shit. Customers don't use entertainment slaves and not pay for their fun," Terri said. 

"Oh shit. Oh shit," Kim cried out, tears starting to run down her cheeks. "But we can't just leave him out here. He'll die out here. They'll never find him," Kim said between sobs. She was starting to lose it. 

"That's the point. We have to get out of here. He's done enough damage for us. If I had the balls, I'd shoot him right here and now," Terri said as she glanced back at Ross. He was sitting back, his head back and his eyes closed. He couldn't hear the conversation. 

"No. We can't do that," Kim sobbed. She was scared to death. Terri suddenly wheeled around and headed for the back of the SUV. She walked up to her backpack on the ground and pulled the pistol from the holster. She turned and moved straight to the rear cargo door area.

"Terri NO!" Kim yelled. Kim was scared but she wanted no part of Terri's plan.

"I'm not going to kill him," Terri hissed as she got into the back of the SUV. "Go around and undo his wrists. We got to get him out of here and get ourselves out of here," Terri ordered. Kim was scared but she quickly moved into the back seat where she undid the wrist restraints. Terri quickly undid the ankle restraints and backed out of the cargo area. Ross didn't know what was going on, except that Terri was now holding a gun on him and looking very upset. 

"What do we do?" Kim said as she moved back around to the rear of the SUV. 

"Get out of the truck," Terri ordered. Ross watched her carefully and slowly moved out of the rear area. He held his hands up in front of him, submissive and compliant. 

"Hey, whatever you want. Just tell me what you want," Ross mumbled as he eyed Terri. 

"Get over to that tree," Terri ordered as she tossed a set of handcuffs to Kim. "Handcuff him to the tree and hurry," Terri said as Kim quickly moved toward Ross. Ross watched Terri over his shoulder as Kim pushed him along to the tree that Terri had pointed out. 

"Sit down," Terri ordered Ross. Kim immediately moved behind Ross and handcuffed his wrists behind him, around the tree. "There, that should keep you for awhile. When we get to town we'll call and tell them where to find you. You won't be out here that long," Terri said, the gun still trained on Ross' head. He sat back against the tree, watching her closely. She stepped up closer to him, now that he was secure. 

"He's good. The cuffs aren't too tight and not too loose either," Kim said softly. 

"Get in the truck," Terri ordered Kim, who was nervously pacing up and down. Kim immediately went to the truck and closed the cargo door. She then quickly went around to the passenger side, got in and closed the door.

"Are you going to tell them who we are?" Terri said menacingly. She pointed the gun to the side of his head. She stepped up closer to him, pushing his legs apart with her foot.

"No. I really don't even know who you are," Ross answered back, glaring up at her. He didn't think that she had the guts to shoot him, right there. He knew that she could get away with it, but he hoped that he was sizing her up correctly. "I have no reason to say anything about you, except that I was lost out here. If you want to know if I'll talk, I can tell you that I won't. I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain, either way. It serves no purpose. Besides, you're not the ones that got me into this spot," he said looking up at her. She just stared at him for a moment. 

"Good. Keep it that way," she said as she wheeled around and headed to the SUV. She glanced back at him once, wondering if she had made the right choice. She didn't know. She got into the vehicle and started it up. Kim looked back over the car seat as they drove off. In less than a minute, they had driven out of sight. Ross sat there for a moment, knowing that he was in dire straights. He knew that if one of them didn't call, he would die before anyone ever came around. He waited and hoped. 

In less than 30 minutes, Terri was stopping in the first town that they came to. Seeing a pay phone, she pulled up to it and stopped, sitting and staring out the front windshield. She just sat there, thinking and staring at the pay phone.

"What are we doing?" Kim said softly as she watched Terri. Terri just sat there for a moment, staring. She then quickly opened the console and pulled out a small address book, fearing that she might change her mind if she thought about it long enough.

"Here. Call this number and ask for Rachel. You can tell her where the slave is located. She doesn't know your voice, but she does know mine. She won't recognize you. " Terri said blankly. Kim just smiled, knowing that her friend wasn't as cold hearted, as she had feared. "Quick, just go do it before I change my mind," Terri said. Within a few moments, Kim was back in the truck and smiling. 

"There on their way," Kim said quietly as she sat and watched Terri. 

"What did you tell them?" Terri asked without blinking as she stared out the front windshield. 

"Nothing. I just told the girl that answered, where he was at. I didn't tell them anything else," Kim answered.

"Whom did you talk to?" Terri asked.

"She said that her name was Rachel. She said that she would be on her way."

"That was all that she said?" Terri asked, turning for the first time and looking at Kim.

"No. She didn't say anything for a moment, and then she thanked me. She sounded relieved and sincere," Kim said as she watched Terri.

"I don't know if we've heard the last of this or not," Terri said as she started up the SUV. "They might be hunting us or they might not. We'll have to wait and see." Kim just sat and smiled at her odd partner. She was happy that no one had been hurt. At least nothing as bad as where it was headed. Terri eased the SUV slowly into traffic and started heading out of town, in the opposite direction of Ross. Time would tell. 

Rachel got the phone call from an unidentified female. Based on her experience, she immediately suspected that it was a slave hunter. She knew quite a few of them but didn't recognize the voice. She immediately notified Dr Sherry and quickly arranged for a team to go with her and get Ross. She didn't know if it would be a short or long search but prepared with first aid equipment and food and water. It didn't take them long. Kim's directions had been precise. In less than an hour from the original phone call, Rachel pulled up to the area where Ross had been left and walked immediately to the grove of trees where she found him. Seeing his nude form handcuffed to the tree, she could see that there was a definite problem between his legs. She was more than familiar with what his organs looked like on a normal day and this was not his normal look. She didn't tell Ross what she was looking at that worried her. 

"Boy am I glad to see you," Ross mumbled as he looked up and saw her. She immediately could tell that he seemed a little disoriented. 

"Get the back of the SUV ready, we'll need him lying down," Rachel ordered the other two security officers. They had come prepared. Besides the food, water, and first aid supplies, they were all heavily armed. When it was obvious that there was no trap or a trick to finding Ross, they quickly loaded him into the SUV and got him comfortable in the back. Ross was conscious but seemed dazed and slow thinking. He was as thrilled to see Rachel as she was in seeing him. She got into the back of the SUV with him and helped to make him comfortable. She told him to lie back and rest till they could get him back to the facility. Almost immediately, he was asleep. 




The New Slave Ch. 61



"We've got a problem here," Rachel told Dr Sherry over her cell phone. She then went into detail describing what she was seeing. By phone, Dr Sherry figured that Ross' problems and condition could be several things. She would not know until she could fully examine him. For the time being, Rachel took ice packs from the drink coolers and wrapped them in towels. She then packed the cold towels around his balls and over his cock to slow the blood flow down. Something was going to have to be done to reduce the immense swelling in his reproductive organs. Hearing the details over the phone, Dr Sherry told Rachel that Ross could possibly have tissue damage, nerve damage or could even lose his balls if they were damaged enough. She advised Rachel to move fast. The doctor wouldn't know anything until she could do the exam on the slave, for herself. 

Rachel's team made it back to the facility in less than an hour. Arriving, they immediately went to the medical clinic and unloaded Ross onto a gurney. Getting him inside, Dr Sherry was waiting for them. She was already prepared, complete with gown, gloves and mask, to reduce the possibility of increasing any infection, if that was what Ross had. From the phone description, she surmised that Ross could have a lot of different problems, but infection was pretty high on the list. 

"Get him onto an exam table," Dr Sherry ordered as Rachel and the two officers rolled Ross into an exam room. Ross was fully awake, even happy to be back in a familiar environment. Dr Sherry was happy to see him too, for many reasons, not all of them being money or sex. 

"He was right where she said he would be. I'm sure that it was slave hunters," Rachel said to the doctor. Dr Sherry quickly dismissed the other two security officers, telling Rachel to remain, that she would be needed. 

"Go ahead and restrain him," the doctor ordered. Rachel looked up at Dr Sherry, confused. 

"I don't think that he's in any shape to run off," Rachel said.

"I'm not afraid of him running off. I don't want him moving around a lot, while I examine him. With that degree of swelling, I'm pretty sure that he won't like the exam or his treatment," she said seriously. Rachel quickly put ankle and wrist restraints on the prone male slave.

"Open his legs up wide. I'm going to need room to work on them," the doctor said to Rachel, with a grin. It didn't go unnoticed to Rachel, that Dr Sherry had used the word 'them' instead of 'him'. The doctor was referring to working on the slave's sex organs. "That's why I wanted you to stay. I knew that you would enjoy working on him, and I've seen how much he enjoys what you do to him," the doctor said with a wink. Rachel just stared at her. She did enjoy Ross' body but she figured that he was too injured for any of that sort of thing. She had seen his balls. She figured that it would be quite awhile before anyone was playing with them, or his cock. She could tell that it was also swollen a lot. Rachel pulled the restraints on his ankles back toward the corners of the exam table, securing them. The ice packed towels were still around his genitals. 

"Ok, lets see what we have," the doctor said as she began to slowly peel back the towels. She carefully pulled them back and away, exposing the massive cock and unbelievably huge ball sack. She stepped back and glanced at Rachel. Rachel had already seen it. The skin of the sack was stretched tight, almost to the point of the skin splitting. The outline of each ball could be seen bloated and huge pushing against the outer walls of the sack. His cock was in better shape, but obviously thick and fat, swollen but not as bad as the balls. Gently lifting his soft cock up, she examined the underside of it. There, both Rachel and the doctor could see that it was black and blue around the under side of the head and along the middle of the shaft. Deep dark red marks could be seen in the bruising that looked like human bite marks. 

"Looks like you've been having some fun while on your little vacation," the doctor said with a laugh. Besides the obvious, Rachel and the doctor could smell a mix of stale sperm and sex coming from the raw tortured sex organs. 

"My little vacation? Oh, you should have been there. It was a real blast," Ross said with a laugh. "You do know that I didn't run off. I was taken," Ross added seriously. 

"I know. Mistress Francesca was frantic when she called. Her security people were more than helpful. They were already searching for you, even before I was notified. They never even knew what happened until our security people arrived. That was when all hell broke loose. We've been looking for you for the past four days. I hate to admit it, but Francesca is worried to death about you. I think that she's actually more worried about you than how much I'm going to charge her," the doctor said laughing. She was trying to downplay the situation with humor.

"And don't forget Ginger," Rachel added quickly, watching Ross for a reaction. He immediately turned toward her.

"Ginger?" Ross said. 

"She is worried sick. Word spreads pretty quickly around here. She's worried enough that we had to take her off her date schedule. You might say that she was definitely not in the mood to entertain anyone, when she found out about your disappearance. The paying clients don't seem to like a female that's cries during sex. It sort of spoils their mood. I'll let her come see you, when you're doing better. We've already told her that you've been located. But for now, we need to get you fixed up," the doctor said as she continued to examine the damage. 

"I'm going to give you something that will help you relax a little," the doctor said as she took out a vial and a syringe. Quickly filling the syringe, she injected Ross in the upper hip and then stepped back. She pulled a 2nd syringe from her lab coat and injected him with that one also. She then immediately prepared an IV line for fluid replacement and dialed it up to a full drip. Turning from the exam table, she motioned for Rachel to follow her. Moving away from the exam table, she walked over to a corner of the room. 

"What is it? I know you too well. You look worried," Rachel said whispering when they were away from Ross.

"I don't know. It looks like a lot of damage down there. The swelling is the main problem right now. I just gave him a mild tranquilizer. It won't knock him out because I need him conscious for some procedures. I won't know till I get the toxicology back, but I suspect that he has one super massive infection. That would cause a multitude of problems. I've given him a heavy dose of antibiotics just in case. Also, he's still wearing that cock and ball ring. That doesn't help matters any," Dr Sherry said. 

"So what do we do now? Also, he's acting a little bit out of it. What's that about?" Rachel asked. 

"I'm pretty sure that's the dehydration. We'll know more as the fluids get into him. There are several things we can do for now. We have some long-term problems to deal with and some short-term problems. We'll just take it in steps," she said as she turned and went back to the exam table. 

"Still hanging in there?" the doctor said as she leaned over Ross. 

"Sure. Whatever you gave me, I feel a lot better now. I actually feel alive again. What was that?" he asked.

"Just something to relax you. You've got an IV drip going to replenish the fluids that you lost during the past few days. That's probably clearing your head quite a bit. We're going to have to do some immediate work on you. Rachel is going to help, I figured that you'd enjoy that," she said with a laugh. Ross looked at Rachel and smiled. "Do you remember being bitten?" the doctor asked seriously.

"Yes, I do actually. There were two that kidnapped me, from Mistress Francesca's house. They both took turns and I do remember one of them biting me hard," Ross answered.

"Well, for right now, it would appear that the bite is what caused the most serious problems to deal with. You have a very severe infection. That has caused all of the bloat in your cock and especially your balls. The infection seems to have settled in either your balls or your sack. Either way, that's a problem. I've already started you on antibiotics, which should begin fixing that problem. I'm not worried about the dehydration; we're already taking care of that, as well as the no food situation," the doctor continued.

"Then why do I expect you to say 'but' somewhere along in here?" Ross asked.

"Well, there is a but. The two main problems right now is the infection in your balls and in your sack. An infection runs all through your body but it's showing itself mostly in your genitals. You're literally about to reach a point of tissue damage if not already. Putting it bluntly, you're about to burst. If we don't reduce the swelling right now, you could easily end up with the tears in your soft tissues. Besides the problems that you would have with cosmetic surgery, you stand the possibility of losing tissue, balls or the entire package, if we don't stop the swelling right now. Everything else is minor compared to that one problem. The antibiotics will kick in within an hour or two. You'll have to be on antibiotics for a few weeks," she finished solemnly. 

"What do we do right now?" he asked seriously in a low voice. He was now beginning to worry, seeing her worry. 

"There are a few things that we can do right now, that should help but I'm going to call in a specialist. I know of several, but I need one that can be discrete and can handle this type of problem. I know of one in particular who's an excellent doctor, but her methods are new and she is still doing a lot of research. She's about the closest thing that I've ever seen to a gynecologist for a male. I don't know if she would handle your case. I'm going to get a hold of her while Rachel starts on you," the doctor said as she glanced up at Rachel. Rachel just nodded her head and smiled. 

"Ok, so what do we do?" Ross asked, the anxiety obvious in his voice. 

"We're going to need to immediately reduce the pressure in your balls individually, and in the scrotal sack. There are two separate problems there. I'm afraid that it won't be as much fun as you're use to, but we'll do our best," she said with a smile. "We need to reduce your sperm level as far down as possible, to the point of empty if that's possible. And since you're an over producer anyway, your balls are in constant production. It might mean draining you repeatedly for a long period of time. The other problem is the sack. I'll work on that problem as soon as I get off the phone. Meanwhile, you're in good hands, and I don't mean that as a pun," the doctor said with a grin. Ross didn't smile back. He glanced at Rachel. For a moment, he thought she looked excited, almost sexually hungry. He could see that her eyes were focused between his legs. 

"I'm more than ready, just tell me what to do," Rachel asked softly. The doctor had started for the door and turned around, an odd look on her face.

"Put on a gown or a lab coat and glove up. Then, it's simple. Make him cum as many times as he can," the doctor said with a laugh. She looked at Rachel. For the first time, Rachel actually looked surprised at the doctor's request. And for the first time in maybe his entire life, Ross didn't feel like cumming. 

"Make him cum?" Rachel asked, a shocked look on her face. She thought that she was about to help the doctor in some medical procedure. She wasn't expecting this. 

"It's not going to be as easy as you think. Let's just say that he probably isn't exactly feeling in the mood. So, go ahead and get started on getting him up. I'll be back in a few minutes. Just get him hard and well, you'll know what to do with him then," the doctor said with a grin. Ross groaned out loud.

"Just get him up and then try to make him cum?" Rachel asked, the surprise showing in her face. 

"Yes, but like I said, it might be a little harder than in the past. He has some injuries and I don't think that he's feeling like playtime right now. But do this. Soak some towels in hot hot water and apply them to his cock and especially his balls. The will promote more blood flow which is not a good thing. I'm suspecting that your skillful hands and your imagination will help to take care of the swelling problem," she added with a smile. 

"I'll do my best," Rachel said hesitantly. She was ready to play with Ross, but knowing that he might not be ready put a damper on her sexual spirits. Being injured and not wanting to be played with, wasn't Rachel's idea of sexual fun. 

"I'll be right back. Just get him started, I won't be long. Enjoy," the doctor said as she grinned at Rachel. She knew that Ross might have a problem with cumming. If Ross wasn't in the mood for sex, his balls were even less in the mood, but he was in dire need of milking.



The New Slave Ch. 62



Chapter 62, Forced Ejaculations

Dr Sherry left Ross in capable hands. For Rachel to have sex with a slave, especially one that she liked wouldn't be a problem for her. She was more than capable and qualified to take care of Ross' problem and his over abundant productivity. But with Ross' injuries, and the fact that Rachel was more than aware of the discomfort and pain that he was in, she wasn't as willing to 'take care of him' as she normally would have been. Medically speaking, she had no problem with doing procedures on him, with him, or to him, but that was under the doctor's direct supervision. Dr Sherry estimated that with Ross' condition, he wouldn't be that quick to desire cumming. That might take some work. 

Dr Sherry knew that she was going to have to find a specialist. She already had a name in mind, knowing exactly who was needed. Dr Sherry had known Tamara 'Tammy' Lynn for almost ten years. When Dr Sherry was an attending physician at a large hospital, she had met the young and more than attractive Dr Lynn. Dr Lynn had done an internship under the tutelage of Dr Sherry and they immediately became close friends. Later, when Dr Lynn had moved up to surgical resident, they had become even closer. That was when Dr Sherry first found out about Tammy's inclinations. Over many nights out dining and a lot of alcohol tinged conversations, Dr Sherry found that her younger friend more than enjoyed working on the male anatomy, in particular, the reproductive areas. She not only enjoyed it, she thrived on it. It was only a matter of time before the young Dr Lynn went into urology and in particular, fertility and reproductive medicine. She quickly climbed the medical ladder, not just because of her unbelievable looks but also on her abilities and insight. In Dr Lynn's case, mastery in the medical field was an understatement. As a women's specialist she was excellent. As a male's specialist, she was renowned. In regards to the male anatomy, if it was broken, she could fix it. 

"Dr Sherry calling for Dr Lynn," Caren said into the phone from her private office.

"One moment please, I'll connect you," came the polite and professional voice from the other end. It was flattering and it was also obvious that the female on the other end of the phone, knew who Dr Sherry was. If she hadn't known of her, she would have been asking what the call was in reference to. As it was, Dr Sherry was immediately being put through to Dr Lynn's phone. Caren had seen Tammy's small practice turn into a nationally known clinic, specializing in gynecology and also in her own version of gynecology for males. Since the new world order had come about, Tammy was too young to really know or understand males, she had quickly learned about them through her own brand of medicine. On one hand, she had gained a reputation as being the brilliant expert in the new field of male gynecology, and on the other hand, she was seen by some as a modern day medical Marquis de Sade. Either way, she didn't seem to care about the public's feelings. She had no problem with being considered by some as the female equivalent of Dr Frankenstein. 

"Is this Dr Caren Sherry, the legendary sex fiend?" the voice came over the phone, laughing. 

"It is. Are you still torturing males for sex and calling it medicine?" Dr Sherry immediately queried. 

"Yes I am and loving every minute of it. What have you been up to? It's been a long time," Dr Lynn asked.

"Work, work and more work. Busier than usual, but if it's like your work, that's a good thing."

"I know that feeling. It's been so long since we've talked. Are you calling to get together so that we can discuss the male anatomy and how to control their sexual functions?" Dr Lynn asked laughing.

"That would be an interesting topic, but we can do that later. Right now I have a little problem that I need your expertise on, sort of an emergency," Caren quickly added in.

"Did you go and break another one of your male toys?" Tammy asked laughing.

"Oh, it's broken alright, but it wasn't me that did it."

"Ahh, one of your female slaves got too rough with a male. Or was it one of your trainers? You'd be surprised at how much I know about your 'little' business," Tammy said with sincere friendliness. 

"And me with yours," Caren quickly countered. "We really have to get together and compare notes. Remembering how you enjoyed your work with males, I have some very good prospects here that you might like to play with or should I say 'medically practice on'," she said. 

"Well, if you put in the medical sense, I would love to have some time alone with some of the males that you have. I have heard through the grapevine that you do have some nice specimens. I have done some research and have a lot to tell you about, things that could be advantageous to your facility."

"I really would love to hear it. But for right now, I have a slave that has been damaged," Caren said seriously.

"Damaged, or do you mean injured? You do know that there is a difference?" 

"Either way, you know what I mean. He's one of my more 'in demand' slaves and I really think that we might have a serious problem." 

"In other words, he's either not able to make any money for you, or you can't fuck him? Have I correctly assessed the situation?" Tammy added with a laugh.

"Both," Caren said laughing. "Based on my medical experience in this area, I am not sure of what needs to be done. I know what the immediate treatment calls for but I'm not sure about the post emergency status for him,"

"Well, since I know that you're an excellent doctor and the fact that I've seen your work in the emergency room, I'm assuming that this 'problem' is one of a urology or reproductive sort. Would that be a safe assumption?"

"You hit the nail right on the head, so to speak. Are you busy?" Caren asked seriously.

"Yes, but for you, I'll get there as soon as I can. Medically, can it wait for one hour or maybe a little more? I'm right in the middle of a research procedure myself and it's at a crucial point."

"I bet that you are," Caren said laughing.

"I really am, seriously. I have my hands full, with this one," Tammy replied laughing. 

"That'll work. I'll start my procedures right now, but will wait on the long term work for your prognosis." 

"Sounds good. I'll hurry," Tammy said as she hung up the phone. Tammy actually felt a twinge of sexual excitement. She had heard stories from some of her richer patients that hinted at Caren Sherry's assortment and variety of male slaves. She and Caren had been friends for years, but this would be the first time that she actually had a chance to see inside of the 'facility' that she had heard so much about. That sexual twinge was quickly starting to turn into a palpable wetness. 

Entering the exam room Dr Sherry watched for a moment, seeing Rachel attempting to manipulate Ross into some resemblance of an erection. It looked like he was pretty hard, but the floppiness in his cock suggested that he was not quite aroused enough. Rachel was being overly gentle, afraid to get too aggressive with the injured sex organs. 

"Rachel," Dr Sherry said as she headed over to the shadowy corner of the room. Rachel instantly dropped the meaty organ and walked quickly over to the doctor. Rachel was gloved up and wearing a surgical gown over her clothing. Dr Sherry could see that her gloves were coated in pre cum.

"Looks like both of you are trying?" Dr Sherry said with a grin. 

"I'm trying, but he's just not coming up. I think that 'it' is in pain," she said with a grimace, referring to his cock. Up to this point, she wasn't touching his balls except for placing some hot moist towels around them. 

"That's ok. We'll get him started in a few minutes. I just spoke with Dr Lynn. Do you know her?" Caren Sherry asked.

"You mean the Marquessa de Sade?" she said with a laugh. 

"I think that you mean the 'Marchioness' not Marquessa. And yes, that's whom I'm talking about. Why are you referring to her as de Sade?" Dr Sherry said with a grin. Dr Sherry knew her French nobility ranks. 

"You haven't heard the stories about her? She does sexual research and experiments on males. You're both doctors, I can't believe that you haven't heard about her," Rachel said quietly. 

"Oh, I've heard the stories but don't believe everything you hear. Besides, I've known her for years and she does have some pretty kinky tastes, but I don't think that she's that far out there. She does research and is a fabulous doctor," Caren defended.

"I've heard that she has actually castrated males, just for experimentation. I've also heard that she is gorgeous. Maybe the males wanted to be castrated?" Rachel said with a look that suggested she had just solved a mystery. 

"I don't think so. People tell the weirdest stories. You should hear what they say about us, here at the facility. And yes, the last time that I saw her, she was definitely very attractive. Well, she's coming here and you can meet her, find out for yourself," Dr Sherry added. "Why don't you ask her about the castrations," Dr Sherry said with a grin. 

"No way. It might make her mad," Rachel said. "I've heard that she just tied slaves down to an exam table and gelded them, just to examine their balls," she quickly added. Dr Sherry just laughed and shook her head.

"We have to get started. Ross needs to be as milked as much as we can get out. We want to reduce the swelling as much as possible. I'm not sure that milking him will reduce very much of the swelling, but it will tend to relax all of the genital muscles, especially around his pubic ligament and down into his sack. Dr Lynn can advise on the rest of the procedures," Dr Sherry said in a hushed whisper.

"I've tried to do him, believe me. I'd like nothing more than to watch that thing erupt, but obviously, he doesn't feel like playing right now. I don't blame him. If I were that swollen and that sore, I wouldn't want anything near my pussy. I tried just about everything. He's not getting fully erect, and I was even gentle with him," Rachel whispered back.

"Well, he's going to cum one way or another. There are the obvious methods, but I would prefer to do him gently and coax it out of him, rather than just milk it out of him. Tammy, ah I mean Dr Lynn will be here pretty quick. Let's see what we can do," Dr Sherry said as she turned and headed back over to Ross. The sedative was working on him. He was lying back on the exam table, calm and relaxed. 

"How are you doing?" Rachel asked as she walked up on one side of Ross. She reached down and without his knowing it, checked the temperature of the wet towels. They still felt warm to her.

"Oh, pretty good, under the circumstances. It's not as uncomfortable as it was a little while ago. What did you do?" Ross asked almost dreamily. 

"That's the sedative kicking in. You're feeling pretty relaxed right now. And Rachel was sweet enough to put some hot towels where they would do you the most good," the doctor answered. 

"Rachel always takes care of me," Ross said in a lilting voice. Both Rachel and Dr Sherry looked at each other and grinned. The sedative was definitely working. The doctor was hoping that she had given him just the right amount; otherwise they would not be able to get him erect at all. 

"Ross, you're going to have to cum. I don't think that I've ever had to use the words 'cum' and 'have to' in the same sentence," the doctor said with a laugh. 

"I don't think so. Maybe soon, but not for a while," Ross mumbled.

"Yes, you have to. We have to reduce the swelling in you and that means that you need to cum. Rachel is going to help you while I watch. You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?" she said. Glancing down at his cock she could see that the sexual conversation was having no affect on his arousal. There was none. She reached out and traced her fingernail across the top of his soft cock. She did see it twitch. Rachel checked the towels for warmth. 

"I don't think that I can even get hard, let alone cum for you," Ross said. "I'd love to, but I don't think that 'its' in the mood," he said with a dreamy laugh. 

"Well, it needs to get in the mood. We'll help you," Rachel said as she lightly grasped the battered cock and began to gently rub it. Ross' eyes opened wide, feeling her hand on him. He was definitely conscious but very sleepy eyed. "Come on baby, let me see just how hard you can get," Rachel said in her best seductive voice. She could feel his cock begin to swell in her hand. She continued to gently work it. After several minutes, it was obvious that he was semi hard but not getting any harder.

"I don't think that it's working," Dr Sherry said as she watched the hardening cock begin to soften. "Here, let me take over," Dr Sherry said as she reached out and began to masturbate the restrained slave. Ross jerked as he felt her squeeze the swollen organ and then began to rub it harder. 

"Come on baby. We're going to get you spurting like a horse, clean out those milk bags. You just need to help us a little," Rachel said, coaxing Ross as she leaned over him. 

"I want to, but I don't think that all of me is into it right now. I'm really sleepy," he said, the sedative showing its affect. 

"We'll let you sleep here very soon. But for now, I want you to cum for me," Dr Sherry said, her hand moving faster. She was holding the fleshy cock loosely, the top of it still soft enough that it was flopping back and forth in her hand. It was definitely harder than it had been moments before but nowhere near erect. 

"See what I mean. I'm not sure if he's going to get hard. If he doesn't get hard that means that he can't cum, correct?" Rachel said as she watched.

"No. That's not necessarily true. Males can cum when they're soft, under different circumstances. But I want him hard before he cums. I'm going to show you a little method that might help you in the future, if the need ever arises," Caren said. As Rachel watched, Caren grasped the base of his cock, pulling down on it and forcing the foreskin to stretch back. With the head fully exposed, she gripped the shaft tightly, holding the bottom of her hand against his pubic bone. She then began to shake it from side to side, in essence, physically forcing the blood to flow into the head and shaft, by centrifugal force. Almost immediately he began to visibly harden. Ross moaned and jerked, as if trying to pull back his cock from her hand. It obviously wasn't enjoyable to him.

"Wow that does seem to work. What are you doing to it?" Rachel asked, her eyes locked on the quickly growing organ. 

"By shaking it back and forth, I am forcing the blood into the end of it, the head. Forcing the head to expand and fill up, the length of his cock will slowly fill with blood, creating a sort of hand-made erection, if you will," she answered as she watched it reach its full length and thickness. Within a few minutes, the head was flared and pre cum beginning to splatter from all of the shaking. By this time, Ross wasn't exactly resisting but he was obviously not enjoying it. He was hard but his body language suggested that it wasn't fun. He moaned several times as Dr Sherry brought him to a full erection.

"I'm going to have to remember that method. I would have bet that he couldn't get hard. Might come in handy some time," Rachel said as she watched in fascination.

"It definitely comes in handy if your male partner isn't getting it up and you want to use it some more. Sort of forces it into hardness. Try it some time," Caren said as she watched the penile progress. Having him fully erect, Caren loosened her grip and began to quickly rub the hard cock. Ross moaned as he felt the erotic stimulation in his battered cock. Within moments, he began to softly thrust upward as her hand slid up and down the thick length. 

"Looks like its working. I think he wants to cum," Rachel said as she watched. 

"Get me some lubricant. His skin is pretty raw and torn up. I don't want to make it worse," the doctor instructed. Rachel went to a cabinet and retrieved the clear jelly lubricant. "Go ahead and squirt some onto him and my gloves," she added. Squirting out a good amount onto the doctor's gloved hand; they could hear the squishy sounds coming from the meaty organ as the doctor continued to bring the slave closer to orgasm. He was beginning to moan and pant. The doctor continued with her manual milking, occasionally slowing down her pace and working more on the swollen head. Ross moaned and gasped hard several times, his hips now moving in a ryhthmn with the doctor's milking motions. 

"Looks like he's about ready to give some up," Rachel said as she watched. "I've seen this done hundreds of times, but for some reason it's a lot more erotic right now, more than the normal. Maybe it's the medical aspect of what you're doing," she added. 

"It's probably because this must be done, rather than just wanting it done," the doctor said with a laugh. "Usually the male wants it done to him. Usually the female wants to do it to him. But in this case, he didn't want to cum. That sort of makes it even more erotic because he's being forced to cum. I don't know about you, but it gets me wet," the doctor said with a blush. Rachel just looked at her, seeing that Dr Sherry was actually blushing.

"You mean that you're wet?" Rachel asked in surprise. 

"I definitely am. Doesn't this turn you on, at least a little bit?" the doctor asked. "I mean, he is tied down and doesn't want to cum. Thanks to us, he's being forced to spurt his own milk out, with just a little bit of forcing from us."

"I have to admit, it does turn me on. I guess that I just get use to seeing the trainers and prep girls milking willing males and that after awhile, it's somewhat voluntary, if not just mundane. But this is different. He really doesn't want to cum," she explained. 

"Well, it's about to get a little rougher. Go ahead and move in between his legs. When I tell you to, I want you to use both hands and squeeze his balls. Keep his balls covered with the warm towels, it'll help diffuse the pressure of your squeezing," the doctor instructed. 

"Squeeze them? Isn't that going to hurt him?" Rachel asked a look of shock on her face.

"Yea, squeeze them but not too hard, just enough to really push them into pumping harder. It'll hurt but we need to drain some of that stuff out of them. Just keep squeezing till I tell you to stop. Be sure to keep a firm grip on them, don't let them slip around in the sack," she added. 

"Ok," she said as she stepped in between Ross' legs. Rachel adjusted the hot towel around the hardened swollen sack, finding each ball and cradling it in each hand. She 

had played with many male slaves but she was astonished at the size of the meaty orbs that she held. They were huge and firm.

"Here we go," Dr Sherry said as she suddenly began to jerk the rigid cock hard with her hand. Ross jerked hard, thrusting upward as she took him to the edge of orgasm. He was about to cum hard. He was moaning and gasping, pulling against his restraints as she continued to forcefully masturbate the injured organ. Rachel remained motionless, waiting for Dr Sherry to tell her to apply pressure to the damaged balls.

"Should I get a rubber or something to collect it in?" Rachel asked quickly. She was still carefully cradling the huge balls in her hands, waiting for the doctor's instructions.

"Don't worry about that. Just let him shoot. I'm sure that there's a lot of sperm but there's also a lot of fluids in his balls. His sperm is probably already contaminated from the infection. Now you see why I wanted you wearing a gown," the doctor said with a laugh. Her hand was jerking the raw cock rapidly. The head was already immense and obviously ready to erupt. Both of them watched for what would obviously start any second. Ross was writhing and twisting from the pain to his battered organs, but he was also thrusting from the erotic sensations.




The New Slave Ch. 62



"Annnggghhh, Annnggghhh, Annnggghhh," Ross moaned loudly with a gasp. His hips shot upward as his back arched hard, his shoulders pushing down on the exam table. Immediately a long thick gush of creamy fluid erupted like a geyser from his pulsing cockhead. 

"Now, squeeze!" the doctor ordered as she aggressively jerked the spewing cock. Rachel immediately squeezed the towel wrapped balls forcing an even harder gush to shoot several feet up into the air. Ross gasped as his hips dropped back to the exam table, an attempt to escape Rachel's torturous hands. He twisted and jerked as she applied more pressure. Dr Sherry watched closely as several more strong pulsing gushes flew from his bloated cock head. The thick batter cascaded up into the air and then downward all over Ross' body, Rachel and the doctor's arms and hands. Both continued their torment to the slave as he continued jerking and trying to get free from them. They continued with the procedure till nothing else was coming from the now softening cock. The doctor slowed down her rubbing as Rachel slowly lessened the pressure to the convulsing balls. She could feel them twitching in her hands. 

"There you go, settle down, you're doing well. Just relax," the doctor said softly to Ross as she gently rubbed the deflating cock. She glanced over at Rachel and nodded. Rachel let go of the two tortured balls. Ross went limp on the table with a low groan. He wasn't fighting them anymore. He lay still as the doctor finished her painful rub and gently squeezed the length of his soft cock, extracting the last remnants of the powerful orgasm. Several thick drops oozed from the dark red cock head. 

"Wow. That was something. I didn't think that he was capable of shooting like that. I mean with his cock mouth stretched out like it has been. I don't ever remember seeing him shoot like that. That looked like it was pretty intense, and not even considering the amount that he put out," Rachel said, looking around at all of the gooey mess that was everywhere.

"His cock and balls are so swollen that it's like unloading a pressurized fire hose. The mouth of his cock is so swollen that it's trying to pump all of that out through a tight hole that's too small for the amount," the doctor explained. Both the doctor and Rachel looked around at the huge amount of sperm. "Well, this is a good sign. There's a hell of a lot of the stuff and I don't see any blood mixed in with it. Things are looking up," she added with a grin. She leaned over and looked closely at several of the large puddles of cum that were on Ross and on the exam table. 

"That is a good sign. Do you want me to start cleaning him up?" she asked softly. Ross appeared to either be asleep or unconscious. He wasn't moving. 

"No, just leave it. We're going to have to do as many more as we can, before Dr Lynn gets here. Right now his cock and balls are more relaxed, the blood flow is slower and lessened since his arousal level has dropped. It's sort of like his cock is asleep. We'll have to try and get more out of him. 

"It would appear that he has plenty stored up inside of him," Rachel said as she glanced down at the creamy globs that were running down her arms and off of her hands. 

"He's always been a heavy producer. It's like with his balls being swollen, they've gone into overdrive. We'll give him a little rest and then do him again, if we can," the doctor said. She pulled a stack of towels out from under the exam table and handed one to Rachel. "This is the first time that I've seen a male that was an over producer and it wasn't a good thing," the doctor added as she wiped her arms and hands clean.

"What will Dr Lynn do with him that we can't do?" Rachel asked as she toweled off. 

"I don't know. This is an area of expertise that she has and I don't know about. I'm a doctor and know every little part that makes up that portion of the male's anatomy. But I don't know how to work on those parts. I know what's in there, but I'm not sure on how to repair all of the internal workings. I know how the parts work and how to make those parts work better, but I just don't know all of those little medical intricacies. That's why we need a specialist."

"This one was hard enough, how are we going to get him to cum more?" Rachel asked. 

"I have some ideas that should work pretty well. I wanted to start with the obvious and then continue with the more intricate methods, but I'm not sure if we'll get very much more from him. He has a long way to go to empty out," the doctor said as she gently palpated one ball. Watching it, she took it between her fingers and gently squeezed it, feeling to see if it was as full. Ross never even moved. She could feel that his balls were more than firm, more like hardened. That indicated to her that they were full of sperm and fluid. She would have to get them back to normal, a mushy edged firmness. 

"Ross, can you hear me?" Dr Sherry asked softly. He didn't stir. "Ross, wake up, talk to me," the doctor said again even louder. 

"Has he passed out? I didn't think that I was squeezing that hard," Rachel asked, a look of worry on her face.

"No, not so much passed out as asleep. It's the sedative. I'm sure that he's exhausted after the past couple of days out in the country. With the bite mark on the underside of his cock, I'm sure that he's been very sexually active for the past few days. No body would just pick the underside of his cock to bite him, unless they were already playing with him," the doctor said.

"And you can't mistake the smell on him when he came in. He's been fucked at least once. I'm positive that it was slave hunters that found him. It was probably the same hunters that also called us. It's well known that most of them take turns with captured males, before they turn them in," Rachel added. 

"I'd guess that they probably went a lot more than once, if I had to guess. You don't get this swollen from just one time. And the jewelry ring on his cock and balls isn't helping matters any. That is going to have to come off, sooner or later. Once we reduce the swelling, it will be somewhat easier to take off. Right now, I'm afraid of trying to cut it off. With that kind of swelling, he'd definitely end up being damaged or scarred from the removal attempt." 

"Do we wait for him to wake up to take more out of him?" Rachel asked innocently. 

"No, as a matter of fact, right now might be the best time to do him again," the doctor said as she thought about it. "Since he's semi conscious, we can do a lot more to him than we could if he was struggling with us."

"Let's do it. What do you want me to do?" Rachel asked.

"Go over to those cabinets and see if you can find a high intensity vibrator," the doctor said as she pointed out a set of cabinets along the wall. Rachel went over to them and within seconds, was holding up a high intensity electric vibrator. 

"Like this one?" Rachel asked.

"Yes, that one is perfect. Are there two of them?" the doctor asked as she opened Ross' legs out wider and pulled the towels away from his sex organs. His balls were noticeably softened. They were still huge and massive but the skin had a softer appearance, as if they were more pliable. 

"Yes, there are a bunch of them in here," Rachel replied.

"Great, get two of them out and give me one." Rachel grabbed two of the long handled broad head electric vibrators. These were the types that also radiated heat once they were turned on. The vibrator sensations were also very intense and vibrated at a much higher intensity than a standard electric vibrator.

"Go ahead and stand between his legs again," the doctor said as she quickly plugged in her vibrator. She stood on the side of Ross, at his hips as Rachel plugged her vibrator in and moved in between Ross' splayed legs. "This may be a little odd, but it's going to help us get in tight with his cock and balls," the doctor said as she reached under the exam table. From a drawer, she pulled out a set of canvas straps with buckles on the ends. Handing one to Rachel, she instructed her to put the strap around his middle thigh and tighten it up. Then she was to pull the loose end outward and tie it off under the table to his side, forcing his knees outward. 

"Holy shit. Now that is what I'd call 'open for business'," Rachel said with a laugh. Standing back, it appeared that Ross was splayed open, his knees slightly up and outward opening his thighs up wider than they had been previously. Dr Sherry reached under the table and loosened the ankle restraints, allowing them to pull his knees up even further. He was spread wide, his cock and balls lolling from side to side. 

"Put the towels under him, he's going to make a really big mess this time," the doctor said with a grin. The doctor knew that even though Rachel didn't say anything or admit it, she was more than enjoying the med-sex procedures that they were doing on Ross. 

"Is he really that far out?" Rachel asked, looking at Ross carefully.

"Does this prove that he's out?" the doctor said as she flicked one swollen ball hard with her finger. Ross didn't move or make a sound. 

"Well, it's obvious what you're going to do, but what do I do?" Rachel asked. 

"It's simple. We're going to vibrate a very large amount of sperm out of him. You won't have to squeeze him this time. The vibrator is going to take care of that," the doctor answered. 

"Vibrate it out of him?" Rachel asked a confused look on her face.

"Sure. You're going to use your vibrator and create an intense quivering sensation in his balls. All you have to do is hold the vibrator up against his balls tightly. They'll go into a hard intense quiver and should open right up and release. They won't be able to withstand the intensity from the vibrator. Once you get them going, I'll apply the additional vibrations to his cock and then all we have to do is stand there and keep from getting splattered when he starts pumping out all over the place."

"Ummm, sounds like fun. Why don't we use this method on the slaves, especially when your sperm supplies are running low?" Rachel asked.

"It's too intense. It usually hurts them and most of them don't like cumming that hard," the doctor answered seriously. "Believe me, I've tried it before. If there were a way to just continuously extract sperm from these slaves, I'd have come up with it. In a lot of cases, the more you extract a slave, the more non-aroused he becomes, eventually getting a really pissy attitude. Strange, but if you keep messing with their cocks, they get really irritated and grumpy. I wouldn't have guessed it, but they do," she added.

"Well, I'll have to keep that in mind on my next appointment," Rachel said with a laugh.

"Ok, we're both ready. This will either work pretty quickly or it won't work at all. Do you have the heat turned on, for the vibrator?" the doctor asked. 

"Yea, it's already warmed up." 

"Good, go ahead and turn everything up to high and place the broad flat portion of the vibrator head on the bottom side of his balls, flat up against them. Use your other hand to squeeze off the neck of the sack. That way it'll hold his balls out tight for the vibrations," the doctor instructed as she watched Rachel press the high intensity vibrator to the swollen sex orbs. Immediately the unconscious slave moaned and jerked slightly. Both of them saw that his legs tightened up as they pulled tightly against the leather restraints.

"Wow, that was fast. I didn't expect to see such an immediate reaction," Rachel said as she watched medical procedure.

"Sometimes it works fast, sometimes not at all," the doctor replied. "Just hold it there like you are. The fact that he did react tells me that this will probably work on him." Rachel held the vibrator tightly against the bottom of his balls, forcing both to quickly go into an intense quiver. She couldn't feel it but Ross could, even though unconscious. His legs jerked hard several times, trying to pull free from the restraints. His breathing became obviously faster as his stomach tightened up for the impending orgasm. Dr Sherry watched closely, waiting for the opportune time to apply her vibrator to the slave.

"He's not even getting hard yet and he looks like he's about to cum," Rachel noticed.

"He is about to cum," the doctor answered with a grin. "He's not just resisting you, he's getting ready to unload a very large batch," she said as she readied the other vibrator. She knew that his balls were going into a hard quiver and that once the deep-seated spasms became uncontrollable; his balls would involuntarily open up and release the thick contents. Ross suddenly sucked in a deep breath and held it, his legs tightening up hard, pulling on the restraints. His stomach tightened up as his back began to slowly arch back onto the exam table. He let out a long deep moan as the first globs of sperm began to pour out of his soft cock. Immediately Dr Sherry put the vibrator up against the soft cock and held it tightly to it, sending even more high intensity vibrations into the nerve riddled sex organ. They both watched as more and more thick globs poured from the flared cock head, even though his cock was still soft. The thick goo continued to pour out in rhythmic pulses for several moments, thick but with runny strands in it. 

"For someone that didn't even want to cum, he sure is putting out a lot," Rachel said as she held the vibrator tightly against the hard contractions that she could feel in his balls. 

"With this procedure, it isn't up to him, but it's his genitals. He might not want to cum, but obviously they do," the doctor said with a laugh. She was holding her vibrator tightly up against the underside of Ross' cock. The milky fluid was still pouring out of him. After several moments, the pulsing stopped and the slave's body slumped back down onto the table. 

"That's a lot of baby batter," Rachel said as she watched the thick globs run down the soft shaft and down further between his thighs. The stuff was in puddles all over the table, Ross' thighs and Rachel's hands. 

"I think that we're good for the moment. As soon as Dr Lynn gets here, she'll examine him and probably do some more to him," Dr Sherry said as she let go of the soft cock and gently laid it down on Ross' stomach. "I don't know if the swelling is going down that much but we've taken a lot out of him and he can't get any more relaxed."

"I'd be sound asleep if someone made me cum like that," Rachel said with a laugh. 

"Oh, I have a feeling that Dr Lynn will have him cum a lot more. She is definitely an expert in that regard."



The New Slave Ch. 63



Chapter 63, Dr Tammy Lynn, Gynecologist for a Male Slave

Dr Sherry and Rachel had barely started getting cleaned up when the intercom buzzed.

"Dr Sherry?" the female voice asked over the intercom.

"Yes." 

"Doctor, this is security. We have a Dr Lynn up at the front desk. She says that you called for her?" the voice responded professionally. 

"Yes, we're expecting her. Escort her back to my private lab and I'll have Rachel meet you in the hallway," she replied toward the intercom speaker.

"Right away doctor." 

"So, you've never met the infamous and legendary Dr Tamara Lynn?" Dr Sherry said as she tossed the wet and saturated towels into a large bin. 

"No, I haven't. Now you have me wondering about all of the things that I've heard about her. Since you know her and like her, then I'm beginning to wonder about all of those stories. I'm especially curious about her castrating male slaves just for fun," Rachel said with a laugh.

"Well, you can ask her. I think that you'll be surprised," Caren said as Rachel headed over to the lab's main door to wait for the arriving doctor. It was only a few moments till Dr Lynn arrived. 

"Hello doctor, I'm Rachel, head of security for Dr Sherry," she said politely but with a friendly tone as she opened the locked lab room door.

"Hi Rachel, you can call me Tammy. I'm here to fix one of your broken toys?" she added with a laugh. "Did you break him or was it your boss?" she quickly added with a laugh. Rachel was immediately shocked and impressed by the young doctor. Besides being dressed impeccably, she was absolutely stunning. She was beautiful and sexy in one small petite package. Rachel had always imagined an older meaner looking doctor, since the first story she ever heard about Dr Lynn. 

"No, not me. I've been trying to help him," Rachel stuttered in embarrassment, caught off guard by the friendly exuberance of the young female doctor. 

"I bet you have been," Tammy said as she came into the room, eyeing Rachel from head to toe. It was obvious that Rachel was splattered in the thick white gooey slime, which Dr Lynn immediately recognized as sperm. The thick globs were all over the front of her gown. Tammy was laughing as she walked past Rachel carrying a large bag and an expensive hard sided briefcase. Rachel immediately started turning red.

"I'm just kidding you," Tammy said seriously. Rachel was actually stunned at the sight of Dr Tammy Lynn. From the stories that she had heard, Rachel surmised that Dr Lynn was maybe in her 50's or maybe even 60's and grey haired. She never expected the young doctor to be such a gorgeous beauty. Tammy was around 34 or 35. She was only 5'2 but unbelievably built. She was wearing a classic black pin striped business suit; the skirt short enough to accentuate her long gorgeous stocking covered legs and a light grey satin blouse, complete with a business tie. Her hair was black, long, thick, and full of body. Her makeup was impeccable. Besides her immediate enamored smile, her deep blue eyes were something rarely seen, they were literally mesmerizing. If her legs were that fabulous, the rest of her must be something spectacular, Rachel found herself thinking. The business suit was very professional and showed no clue of Tammy's sexual nature. The only thing that even came close to a hint of sexual nature were Tammy's black 4 inch heels that tied in a criss-cross manner well above her shapely ankles. They were what some people referred to as 'fuck me' heels. 

"Hello doc, long time no see," Tammy said as she saw Caren Sherry coming across the room. She put the bag and the briefcase down on top of a nearby counter top and then crossed the room and gave her friend a big hug.

"It has been awhile, you look fabulous. Obviously your research and your work have been doing good for you," Caren said sincerely with a big smile.

"Let's just say that there are quite a few benefits that I enjoy, with my research," Tammy replied with a laugh. 

"I bet there are. I probably have many of those same benefits. It appears that we both have developed well-rounded successful companies. It sort of gives a new meaning to 'employee benefit program'," Dr Sherry said with a laugh. 

"And I use my company's benefit program every chance I get," Tammy said laughing. "We'll catch up on old times later, but for now, I understand that you have a slight problem with one of your slaves?" Tammy said looking back over at the exam table that held Ross. Rachel had placed a clean sheet over Ross as he slept. As Tammy walked over to the table, the large protrusion in the middle of his body was obvious, even under the sheet. She walked up to the exam table and softly touched the swollen meaty bundle that lay hidden just under the sheet. She turned around to Dr Sherry and smiled. "Looks like an employee benefit to me. He's either very swollen or very large," she said with a concerned tone. 

"He is rather large," Caren said with a grin. "That is our problem right now. I'll fill you in on the details later over coffee, but he was kidnapped from a private party 4 days ago and just recovered earlier today. It appears that someone has been having a lot of fun with him. He's very swollen, has a rampant infection, dehydrated, and a bite mark that looks pretty serious. I'm figuring that the bite mark is the cause of the infection. Tammy stood watching the slave, listening carefully. 

"How about his stats?" Dr Lynn asked seriously. 

"He's stabilized. He's feverish but his blood pressure and everything else are within normal ranges," she quickly answered. 

"What's your treatment so far and diagnosis?" Tammy asked seriously, turning and looking at Caren.

"We've been attempting to reduce the swelling with manual sperm removal, antibiotic injection, fluid replacement by IV line and that's as far as we've gotten. My diagnosis... he'll quickly improve over the next few days. There's nothing life threatening, but I am worried about the swelling. He's wearing a specialized piece of jewelry that isn't helping the matter. Sometimes when we rent males out, we prep them with jewelry. Some of the customers really like the 'endowed' look," Caren reported.

"How many extractions and how did he do with them. What kind of amounts did you get from him? That information can sometimes give a good idea of what he's been up to. Have you tried any mechanical extraction methods," Tammy said, a hint of a smile on her face. She definitely wanted to hear the details. 

"Two so far and he was struggling through each of them. We haven't had the time to get into anything mechanical. I know this slave very well and I can tell you, he's exhausted," Caren said. It was obvious that Tammy was intent on the verbal report. She walked over closer to the male slave and took a closer look at him. "The amounts were pretty heavy in volume, but he has heavy ejaculations on a regular basis."

"He's older but he's cute," Tammy said with a big grin. "He's very nice. How come you never invite me over when you have slaves like this one around? You never did share with your toys, did you?" Tammy joked. 

"Well, under the circumstances and just for you, if you're interested in him, that could be arranged," Caren countered quickly. "You haven't seen the rest of him yet." She leaned over and pulled the sheet back from Ross, fully exposing him down to where she folded the sheet, across his thighs. 

"Wow, he does have a big one. That is definitely the biggest pair of balls that I've ever seen on a human male," Tammy said as she leaned down for a closer look. "That is definitely what I call swollen."

"Well, he is swollen, but probably not as much as you might think. He's larger than average on a normal day. And I have to agree, that is the biggest pair of balls that I've ever seen. Why do you think I bought him?" Caren said with a laugh.

"Knowing what goes on here, I can definitely see why you bought him. Gloves?" Tammy asked as she continued her visual observation of the slave in front of her. Rachel immediately grabbed a box of latex surgical gloves and let Tammy take a pair. Putting them on, Tammy gently picked up the soft fattened cock and laid it back on his stomach, looking at the underside bite mark. "Yow, I bet that hurt. Then again, maybe it didn't hurt as much as we might think. You never can tell with slaves. I've actually seen males cum like a horse by being bitten in the right area," she said with a laugh.

"His cock is swollen a little and that's mainly around the bite area. It's his balls that I'm worried about. I'm afraid that the jewelry is cutting off circulation but I also suspect that we'll have a hard time cutting it off," Dr Sherry said.

"You say that his cock is only a little swollen? Wow, that means that he's a lot thicker than the average. With balls, you can never be sure. I've seen them blow up like a balloon, on the verge of popping. I'll have to really examine them before I can tell you if there's any damage in them. I'm assuming that you would like to keep his 'sperm producing ability' in tact?" Tammy said with a laugh. 

"I'd like to keep all of his abilities in tact. He is quickly becoming very popular for rentals and even among the staff here, not to mention one of the fem slaves. He has some very pleasurable talents," Caren said with a grin.

"I can see that he does. Are you speaking from experience?" Tammy said with a friendly smile. 

"As a matter of fact, I am. Do you think that he's in any danger of losing function?"

"I honestly don't know. I need to really get in there and see what is damaged. I'll know better after I do my exam. But, for right now, there's no hurry. You and Rachel have done all the necessary primary care. Based on my prelim, I'd say that he's in no danger or anything at the moment. Matter of fact, why don't you go ahead and get someone to clean him up. You and I can have that coffee and talk a bit. By the time they're through cleaning him, I'll get started on him and you and Rachel can get back to whatever you were doing," Tammy said seriously. 

"Do you think that's ok, I mean getting him cleaned up?" Dr Sherry asked. She was actually worried about Ross' condition. 

"Sure. Believe me, he's in no danger of any damage right now. The damage is either already done or it's 'workable' injuries. Just from my initial observations, I suspect that he's ok," Tammy said with a laugh. "I'm sure that I can reduce the swelling in him and I think that I can even get that ring off," she said as she reached down and felt the oval band that was still encompassing the slave's genitals. 

"Great, lets do it. Rachel, why don't you hand pick two prep girls that you know will follow your instructions. Get them to clean Ross up and also be gentle with him. No playing with him. But I want him clean for Dr Tammy," Dr Sherry ordered. Rachel was already heading to the phone on the desk. 

Dr Lynn was thinking of the possibilities of her treatment and an array of procedures that she could perform on this slave. She always enjoyed the more endowed males. The extra meatiness in their genitals gave her an ability to do more with them, rather than a thinner cock or normal sized balls. She was already beginning to feel a wetness starting to ooze into her panties. 

Within 45 minutes, Rachel had picked the two prep girls and even supervised them while they bathed the unconscious Ross. He moaned painfully as they paid special attention to his battered and bruised genitals, a sign that he had full feeling in the tortured organs. One of the prep girls was Candy; the one that had helped put the jewelry on Ross, four days prior. As Rachel later told Dr Sherry, she cried as she blamed herself for what had happened to Ross. Rachel explained to her that it wasn't her fault that she had only put the jewelry on, but she was still upset. The odd thing that struck Rachel was that Candy also seemed to be very aroused and entertained as she worked on the battered genitals. She seemed to more than enjoy her quick assignment on the slave's injured cock and balls. In short time, they had Ross cleaned up and ready for Dr Lynn. 

Meanwhile, Dr Lynn and Dr Sherry had moved into Dr Sherry's private office where they drank coffee and caught up on old times. Rachel notified the doctor as soon as the prep girls had finished.

"I'll get started on him. He's going to be ok, don't worry. As a matter of fact, would you like me to do a vasectomy on him while I'm working on him? It would only take a minute or two. Might as well, since I'll probably be inside him anyway," Dr Lynn asked with a laugh.

"Vasectomy? No, definitely not. Do you really think that you're going to have to go inside him?" Dr Sherry asked, the surprise on her face. 

"Maybe. I'm not sure till I do a thorough exam, but it won't be a big deal if I do. It would only be a couple of small stitches. It's nothing that will detract from his appearance. He might be sore for a couple of days," Tammy said with a laugh. "Why would you worry? A vasectomy would help you out in a lot of ways?" she quickly added.

"I didn't realize that you would need to be inside him. I definitely want to keep his sperm production up high like it has been. And I want it to be viable sperm," Caren said.

"Why would you want viable sperm from a male slave?" Tammy asked, a sly grin on her face. "Come on Caren, spill the beans. Tell me everything. What are you doing with his sperm? Are you trying to get pregnant?" she asked, a look of mock surprise on her face.

"Not in a million years. But let's just say that I could make a small fortune on his sperm, if I was to send it to the appropriate clinics. No one here knows about that aspect of the facility, so lets just keep that between us. He doesn't even know about that," she quickly added. 

"No problem. I have no reason to spoil your fun. I'm surprised, since I'm in reproductive medicine and I've never heard anything about you being a supplier. I know you can get big bucks for a tiny quantity of male specimens. Are you sure you don't want me to 'snip him' for you?" Tammy said with a big grin.

"Yes, I'm sure," Caren said laughing. "They're ready with him and I'm way behind on my work. Do you need me to assist you or is there anything that you need?" Caren asked seriously. 

"No, I don't think so. I brought along my own medical bag. I even brought my own scrubs, just in case. If I need anything, I'll buzz you," Tammy replied.

"Ok, just call. I'll get whatever you need or help you," she answered.

"Oh, one other thing. I'm going to lock us in, once I get started. That way I'm not distracted since I'm in your clinic and not mine. I can concentrate more that way," Tammy said seriously. 

"Sure, no problem. Do whatever you need," Dr Sherry said as she got up to leave. Tammy just smiled.

"Oh, don't worry. I definitely will," she said with a devious grin. Tammy was already coming up with a multitude of things that she wanted to do with the slave. She had worked on hundreds of males but none of them with testicles of this size. She was more than use to working on endowed males, but not the kind of endowment that lay beneath this slave's cock. With that, Dr Sherry left the room and continued with her rounds, checking on the many function going on around the facility. Tammy stood up and slowly finished her coffee. When Rachel walked in, Tammy followed her back to the private exam room where Ross was found to be still unconscious. 

"What did you give him," Tammy asked as she surveyed the sheet covered male slave. Rachel retrieved the sedative vial from a cabinet and handed it to Tammy. "Ahh, this is good stuff for knocking out a horse. It should definitely keep him out of it for a while. That will give me plenty of time to do a thorough exam that would probably have been painful for him if he was awake," she said as she put the sedative back down on the counter. 

"Do you need me to stick around? I can help if you need me. I've worked on Ross a few times in the past. He definitely is fun to play with," Rachel told the young doctor. Tammy looked up at her, seeing that Rachel was more than interested in the slave. She sensed that there might be more than just medical assistance in Rachel's mind.

"No, that's ok. I can take care of everything. You say that you've worked on Ross? I bet that was entertaining for both of you," Dr Lynn said, acknowledging the sexual appeal of the young security chief. Dr Lynn had absolutely no bi sexual tendencies but she could easily see how attractive and very sexually appealing Rachel was. 

"Oh, I've done him, but he's never done me, if you know what I mean," the blushing Rachel said almost in a whisper, as if someone might hear her. "I've wanted to schedule an appointment for time alone with him, but in the short time that he's been here, it seems that he's usually scheduled for a rental or some of the doctor's special tasks," she said.

"Unfortunate. So if you had an appointment with him, then you could spend time alone with him, doing whatever? And what are the special tasks?" Tammy asked innocently without ever looking up. She had heard stories about Dr Sherry's facility, but wasn't exactly sure what went on here. Since Dr Sherry had male slaves, she only assumed that Dr Sherry would put the slaves to her own personal use, a very personal use. 

"Definitely. An appointment means that the slave is yours, to do whatever you want with him. We don't even have to collect their sperm like they do during regular extractions or harvesting. And a special task is usually when the doctor's sperm supply is running low. We'll bring in a small or even large number of males and they'll be drained to build the supply back up. Usually the doctor hand picks, which slaves are to be drained. Ross hasn't really been drained since his arrival here. But I'm sure that he'd be on that list. It's always fun to watch," Rachel explained with obvious enthusiasm. 

"Harvesting? Drained?" Tammy interjected with a smile as soon as she heard the words. She thought that the word 'drained' was something that was only spoken around her clinic or her research lab. She never expected that Dr Sherry was also 'draining' males for various reasons. She was pretty sure that Dr Sherry wasn't involved in research.

"Yea drained. You know... where you just keep extracting the male's sperm till there is nothing left in him. Harvesting and draining both involve collecting the sperm and saving it. The fresh uncontaminated sperm is refrigerated and stored," Rachel said, her eyes almost in a twinkle. 

"Oh, I know what draining is, since I do a lot of research on males. I know very well how to drain a male," Tammy said with a laugh. She wasn't even beginning to scratch the surface when it came to her knowledge with various methods of draining slaves, whether pleasurably or painfully. Either way, they would end up drained.

"Since you work extensively with males, can I ask you a really personal question? Dr Sherry said that I should ask you, but she didn't think that I would," Rachel said haltingly. 

"Sure, you can ask. That doesn't mean that I'll answer it. And by the way, it is actual research. It's not all for fun," Tammy replied with a sincere smile. 

"Sorry, I meant that it was real research. I've heard stories that you've castrated male slaves. Is that true?" Tammy asked hesitantly.

"Yes it's true. I keep all of their balls in a big jar on my desk in the office. Would you like to see them sometime? Maybe you'd like to hold one in your hand?" Tammy said seriously as she watched Rachel's reaction. It was immediate, her eyes growing big as her mouth opened, her jaw dropping. 

"You're kidding. All of it for research or just for fun?" Rachel asked in shock.

"Actually, it's just for the fun of it but don't tell anyone," Tammy replied softly as she looked around to see if anyone might be listening. She then paused for a moment as she watched Rachel's shocked face. "No, I'm just kidding you. I've done several castrations and none of them were for fun, believe me. They were slaves that had been badly injured. I'm not a psycho," Tammy said laughing hard. She loved it when people asked her about the castration rumors. Rachel stood there shocked for several moments and then started laughing also. 




The New Slave Ch. 63



"I'm sorry. I just had to ask," Rachel said, still laughing.

"You'd be surprised at how many people think that those rumors are true stories. I've treated a few male slaves that I'd like to castrate," she said still laughing. 

"Do you want me to assist you or do anything?" Rachel asked as she finally stopped laughing.

"Yes there is something you can help with. Let's get Ross onto that other exam table over there. I think that table has better lighting and it would also give me more room to work," she said seriously as she looked across the room. Ross was on a rolling exam table on one side of the room. On the other side of Dr Sherry's private exam room was a gynecological exam table, complete with stirrups, and an operating or procedural platform on one end toward the feet. Dr Sherry used this table for the facility's female slaves or an occasional trainer or staff member that had developed a feminine problem. Dr Lynn had the same exam table in her lab and was more than familiar with its functions. It was electric and could perform a multitude of different functions.

"Sure, it would probably work better for you," Rachel replied without any questioning. 

"No, seriously. I can handle it. I appreciate your help so far. If I need anything, I'm calling you. But for now, I need to get started. I have patients that I need to get back to, at my lab," Tammy said as she wheeled Ross' exam table over near the gyno table/chair. 

"Well, if you need anything, just call for me," Rachel said. Rachel and Dr Lynn folded back the sheet on Ross and with Rachel at his feet, and Dr Lynn at his shoulders, they rolled him over to the other table. Within a few seconds, they had lifted him up and over onto the other table. "If you need anything," Rachel said, emphasizing the word 'anything'. 

"I'll be sure to call for you. I have a feeling that you might enjoy working on this slave," Tammy said with a grin.

"Definitely. He's fun. Do you want me to put the restraints on him?" Rachel asked as she folded the sheet back over the male slave, covering him.

"No, he'll be out of it for quite awhile. If I think that he's coming out of it, I'll call you and we can restrain him then. For now he's more than asleep. He's really out of it,"

"Ok, I'll leave you with him," Rachel said as she closed the exam room door. As soon as Rachel had left, Tammy went to the door and locked it, also turning the deadbolt. She turned and walked straight back over to Ross who was still unconscious and now fully covered with a sheet. He was clean, his hair still wet from the prep girls working on him. 

"My my. I came here expecting to do some quick work on an injured slave and now I'm about to have an afternoon of fun. Who would have guessed?" she said to the unconscious slave. "This is definitely going to get in the way," she said as she pulled back the sheet and folded it up, tossing it onto a nearby cabinet. She stood there for several moments, looking over the slave, her eyes taking in what could be his injuries and what could be his assets. "Oh, we're definitely going to have some fun. Well, at least I'm going to have some fun. And if things go according to my way of thinking, you're going to have some medically induced fun," she said to no one in particular. She walked around the exam table surveying the nude male slave. Reaching up, she adjusted the beam from the high intensity medical light onto the slave's genitals. Still wearing the latex gloves, she moved his ankles further apart, toward the edge of the table. She leaned over him to get a good close look at what she was going to be working on. 

"Hun, you definitely are endowed," she said as she adjusted the light again to see the damaged genitals better. "We're definitely going to have some fun playing together." She went over to a nearby cabinet and began looking through the drawers and shelves till she found what she was looking for. She removed two sets of leather restraints, one set for his ankles and the other for his wrists. She searched a few minutes longer and found the 'tie-down' restraints that she would also use on him. Even though he was unconscious, she was already preparing for when he would be fully conscious and struggling or maybe writhing in extreme pleasure. There were times during her procedures that would require him to be fully conscious. Then there were times that she could fully enjoy him even though he was unconscious. She would enjoy using him until she tired. She lay the restraints down on the exam table between his legs.

The gynecological exam chair/table was top of the line, medically speaking. It was electric with a foot switch that could control the up and down height, and the patients' ability to sit, stand or lay flat, depending on what the doctor was doing. It even controlled the degree of tilt, having the patient either completely horizontal or completely vertical, with all angles in between. The foot stirrups were retractable and adjustable, making it capable of holding the smallest female form or a tall full sized male body. The table was very comfortably padded with arm and leg extensions that were also adjustable. The arms could be positioned straight along the patient's side, completely over their head, or any degree in between the two positions. The stirrups were also fully adjustable. The table was also set up to handle fixed restraints, rendering the patient completely immobile. 

What Dr Lynn liked the most was the surgical and procedural platform that was located on the end of the table, just out from where the patient's butt would be resting. With a patient's legs up in the stirrups, the platform was situated directly between the patient's spread thighs and level with their butt. The highly polished stainless steel platform allowed the doctor a 'table' in which surgery or any procedure could be performed, on either male or female. It sat slightly raised so that it was at a level that was equal to the padding on the table surface. In the center of the platform was a drain hole where a suction line could be attached to drain away any fluids from the procedure, whether it was blood, sperm, or other bodily fluids. Dr Lynn was use to this table, having used it many times on her research experiments and male procedures. 

"I bet that you're going to get really messy, aren't you?" she asked of the unconscious slave. She sat there looking at the swollen balls for several moments, thinking about the various procedures. She went over to the wall cabinets and searched till she found a sterile hospital gown. Removing her stylish suit coat, she quickly slipped the patient gown over her blouse, covering her upper body and the top of her legs. Walking back over to Ross' exam table, she quickly put on a fresh sterile pair of latex surgical gloves. 

"I'll change into something more to your liking when we get a little farther along. But for right now, there are a few things that we really need to get out of the way. First off, this jewelry has got to go. I'm sure this cock & ball ring looks good on you for a paying customer, but right now it's not doing your body any good. Matter of fact, it's basically in my way. How am I going to get my fingers inside of you with that ring holding you so tightly?" she said as if she were having a conversation with the slave. She even glanced up at his face and waited, as if he was going to answer. She smiled, listening to the silence in the room.

"We also don't want you thrashing around while I work on you. Might as well get you comfortable and in position right now." She quickly put the leather ankle and wrist restraints on him. One by one, she took each leg and placed it up into the raised stirrup and secured them to the lockable stirrups with the ankle restraint. Having both ankles strapped securely, she stepped in between his outstretched thighs and pushed both stirrups outward, forcing him open even farther and then locked the stirrups into place. She then fastened each wrist to the movable arm rests and moved them to a position where it appeared that he was reaching back, above his head. Even though he was lying on his back, his arms were flat, resting stretched out, to either side of his head. Each wrist was secured with a wrist restraint locking his arms to the table's arms. 

"The perfect position for me," she said with a soft laugh. Looking down on Ross, he was positioned like a frog on its back, ready for dissection. 

"I think that we're ready. Should we begin?" she said with a grin and then waited momentarily for his response. Still unconscious, she laughed knowing that he wouldn't respond. She moved around the end of the table and stepped up between his raised and spread thighs. She leaned down and took a quick sniff in the general area of his genitals. "Now you smell all clean and fresh. Compared to what I saw when I first came in, I'd say those girls did a good job of cleaning you up." 

She reached down and gently held the soft cock in her latex gloved hand, doing a visual exam on it. The top portion of his shaft was free of any markings or obvious injury. She pulled back the thick foreskin and examined it closely, and then did the same with the head. Satisfied that there was no damage to it, she held the foreskin back tightly as she peered as far as she could into the mouth, using her gloved forefinger to pry it open. She reached over to a medical tray and picked up a pair of long round-ended tweezers. Using them, she spread the mouth as far open as she could and examined inside of the slave's cock head. Again, she was not able to find any damage. 

"So far so good," she said with a grin. Having examined his cock, she grasped the base of it with her thumb and forefinger. She then performed a tight milking motion as she squeezed from the base and pulled his cock outward, stretching it and squeezing it toward her. She did this several times and then closely examined the tip of his cock. No fluid of any type came from him. She was checking to see if there was any blood present and found none. "Well, that's a good sign," she said as she flipped his cock back onto his stomach. She did notice that even unconscious, his arousal was evident as his cock began to harden. She watched it for several moments, noticing that as it lay on his stomach, it began to soften after several moments of no stimulation. 

"Now is just about the perfect time to get that ring off. Lucky for you, you're out of it. I'm not sure if I could get it off if you were awake and squirming around resisting me. With what I'm going to have to do, I bet you wouldn't stay hard for long. I bet you wouldn't be any fun. How could I keep your cock hard if your balls were in pain?" she said smiling. 

She adjusted the overhead light and then stepped up to Ross' side. She quickly changed to a new pair of gloves, her first pair possibly contaminated while she put on the leather restraints, touching the table, and adjusting the light. 

"Ok, what do we have here?" she said as she leaned down and closely examined the bloated ball sack below his cock. The skin was tight all around where the oval ring was pressed into his organs. 

"The first order of business is to get that ring off. Then we can get serious about 'fixing' you," she said with a heavy emphasis on the word fixing. "Sorry hun but I don't think you're going to like this part. That's why it's better that you're out of it. With you sleeping, I can do a lot more repairs that I might not be able to do with you conscious. But then again, it might be more fun if you were awake," she said as she felt around the oval ring. It was on tight and didn't budge as she pressed her fingertips into it. 

"Well hun, shall I begin?" she said with a smile. She was already enjoying herself. This type of medical practice was more than sexually arousing to the young doctor.



The New Slave Ch. 64



Chapter 64, Male Gynecology 101 by Dr Lynn

"Hun, this is probably going to hurt a lot, but we need to get that pretty piece of jewelry off of you. Just hold still and try not to squirm too much," she said with a laugh. Using both hands, she reached around the bloated ball sack and began to maneuver the swollen balls around, attempting to see if there was anyway that they might slip back through the ring. As swollen as they were, there wasn't any give as she tried pushing them one by one, back into him, only to find them mashed up against the ring. They weren't slipping back through the large oval ring. "If you weren't so swollen, I could get them to pop through. Consider yourself lucky that you're out of it," she said as she watched the oval shapes move around inside the tightly stretched thin skin. Her fingers continued to mash and push on them, only stopping as her hands finally tired. 

"I've worked on slaves that were a lot bigger than you, cock wise that is. Most of them were a lot longer than you and a few that were thicker. But I've never seen balls like these. I'd really love to see what they look like when you're back to normal. Naturally I'm going to have to do some follow-up visits to check your progress, once we're done today," she said with an all knowing grin. She was already thinking of possible uses for this new male play toy.

"We'll get you into a good position and then I'll either get them where they need to be or you're going to be really sore tomorrow," she said as she stepped back and examined him again. She was considering the possibility of a rupture. Rupturing a testicle might be one problem that she couldn't fix. She also knew that one by one, each ball would have to slip back through the ring. There was no cutting the ring off, since it would mean the high probability of cutting the slave's sack or his cock. Dr Sherry had made it clear that she was concerned about his 'sexual appearance'. Dr Lynn surveyed the positioning of his legs in the stirrups and decided that his legs needed to be dropped lower and opened wider. She quickly made the adjustments to his lower body, locking the stirrups back into place. 

"I'm enjoying this, how about you?" she said as she sat down in a rolling chair and positioned herself up close to his genitals and between his raised outstretched thighs. She was more than enjoying her work. She had found many years ago, that medical sex with males was a lot more exciting and arousing than just regular sex. She often wondered if that was what pushed her into medicine. She thought back to her childhood when she had discovered the excitement of masturbation at a very early age. In time, she also discovered that she knew a lot better what excited her more than any male could do for her. She also found it hard to find a lover that could do the things that she enjoyed. Straight sex was fun, but nothing like medical sex. It was also very obvious that the males that she played with were slaves and had attitudes like slaves: very submissive. There was no imagination or creativity in the sex play. But they did do what they were told. At least that was a plus. 

"Ok, we're going to try this again. You really do need to be awake for this, to at least see just how wet you're getting me. You'd be flattered," she said out loud with a laugh. She was more than aware of how wet she had become while working on the unconscious male. Her panties were literally sopping wet with her now free flowing sexual juices. She always became aroused when working on a male patient's sex organs, especially when the male was restrained and at her mercy. With Ross' organs being larger than normal, the huge trapped balls made her even hornier as she continued to work 'medically' on his injured organs. Tammy was more than aware of her fascination with balls and their function. They were more than expensive play toys to her. 

"I really wish that you belonged to me. We would have so much fun together. I can think of about a dozen different modifications that I could do to you, all of them making you more enhanced in a sexual manner," she said as she became more forceful with her ball and hand maneuvers. She had gotten the sack to stretch, giving his balls more room to move around. If she could just shift one ball to either higher or lower than the other ball, she could then push the higher situated ball up into him and through the ring. But for the moment, both balls seemed to be stuck, tightly wedged inside the stretched sack, against each other. Getting the balls into a straight line could make it possible to push one through the ring, but side by side wasn't going to do any good. She continued working both of them, her hands tiring as she pushed on one and pulled on the other. 

"You're not as swollen as I had originally thought. I have to say that you do have some big ones. Besides big, they're firm but they don't give much," she said as she relaxed for a moment. She was beginning to perspire, her hands tiring from all of the exerted manipulations they were doing. She sat there for a moment, looking at the soft pliable but stretched scrotal sack. She was thinking. She decided to try again, this time more forceful. "If you were conscious right now, you wouldn't stay that way for long," she said laughing. She was definitely enjoying what she could do to the huge firm balls. She also was keenly aware that it was a lot more fun when the male patient was conscious and could appreciate all of the abuse that she was inflicting on him. 

"Ok, just hold still," she said with a smirk. She actually was surprised that there had been no resistance or sound coming from the unconscious slave. In past experiences, she had found that the male could still feel most of what was being done to him, even when unconscious. At least they offered some sound, indicating that it was hurting. 

She used her left hand by cupping the bottom under side of his sack and squeezed the top or neck of the sack with her thumb and forefinger around it. With her right hand, she firmly grasped the right ball, the bigger one of the two and pulled back hard on it, while her thumb pushed inward on the other ball. She was trying to separate them and force them into a position of one on top of the other, rather than side-by-side. She began to pull harder, the skin of the sack beginning to stretch farther and farther. As she pulled, her right hand clutched hard at the quivering oval mass in her right hand. She had never exerted this much pressure on a ball without damaging it. She pulled harder and then even harder, feeling carefully for anything that might suggest a tear or a rupture starting to occur. After several moments, she let go, her hands aching from the exertion. 

"Damn, they're definitely trapped in there," she said as she sat back and rubbed her hands together. "With everything that I'm doing, one of them should have popped into place. Come on hun, you've got to help me out here," she said with a grin. All of this physical manipulation had her pussy quivering. Her sexual excitement was beginning to climb with the more manipulations that she inflicted on the slave. To this point, he had not made a sound. In the past, she had more than enjoyed the sounds that they made, when she manipulated their sex organs for medical procedures. They would whimper, groan, moan and gasp, some would even cry out desperately. She honestly didn't consider herself a sadist, but she knew that she leaned heavily in that direction. By true definition she would be considered a sadist, but she didn't see it that way. It was all for medical purposes. 

"I guess that I'm going to have to really get rough with you," she said quietly as she watched him. "I'm starting to run out of ideas here. I've never had this problem before and this technique should have worked by now. Ok, hold on," she said as she reached up and again squeezed the neck of the sack with her left hand, holding the huge balls steady. This time, her right hand got a good grip on the thick right ball, her thumb on the inside of it, with her fingers on the outside of it. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed hard and watched Ross for a reaction. At first there was none, but then she squeezed harder, pinching her fingers together in an attempt to mash the swollen orb into a smaller thinner shape.

Dr Lynn knew from her past experiments, that a ball could be mashed or its normal shape altered, temporarily. In previous experiments with slaves that she had conducted, she had almost flattened the balls in every slave that she had used in her research. Of course they didn't enjoy the research as much as she did, but she discovered that the nerve-riddled orbs had a lot of resiliency, almost to the point of being elastic. She had mashed one slave's ball almost completely flat, then over a period of an hour, measured it periodically to find that it completely returned to its normal shape. That slave had completely passed out, but she was fascinated with the outcome of her research. Before he regained consciousness, she had successfully masturbated him to check his genital functions and found that he actually released a surprisingly larger amount of ejaculate. It was a measurably larger amount. She instantly surmised that a battered and bruised ball could produce a definite increase in testicular volume. This fascinated her immensely as she tested her methods over and over on unwilling slaves, each with same outcome. 

"Here we go," she said as she grasped the ball hard in her right hand. Squeezing down hard on it, Ross finally flinched. She didn't let up as she continued to mash down hard on the tortured spongy orb. She squeezed more and heard him actually groan and then jerk hard as she applied even more pressure. Trying to reshape it, she felt it suddenly give. She immediately pushed upward, forcing the right side ball to slip past the other ball, moving into the top of the sack. As her left hand loosened around the neck, she held her grip tight and began to push the right ball up and through the metal ring. She could feel it beginning to slip into place, an attempt to get it all the way through. She also noticed that the slaves' legs were now tight and flexed, starting to pull against the stirrups. She squeezed more and then quickly pushed hard, back up into him. Starting to feel the pain from her squeezing, he groaned out loud, even being sedated and unconscious. 

"Damn," she said as her hand finally began to give out. She had the one ball about half the way through the ring and it was not going any further. She knew that she was going to damage it if she continued. She had mashed it about as far as she could, knowing that very much more would probably result in a rupture. She let go, sitting back and relaxing in the chair. She could see the tortured ball pop back into its normal position as soon as she let go of it. As swollen as they were, nothing was going to slip through the metal ring. 

"We're going to have to get a little more drastic, I think," she said out loud as she sat rubbing her cramped hands together. As she sat there trying to relax her tired fingers, she did happen to notice that the slave's cock was somewhat fatter than it had been, minutes before. It was obvious that he was responding to the battering that she was inflicting on his swollen members. And it was in a very sexual way. He was definitely showing signs of arousal, something that most of her 'experimental' slaves failed to do. 

Dr Lynn had discovered through research, what a lot of Dr Sherry's trainers had learned through experience: that a male doesn't have to be erect and hard, to cum. She had discovered, also through research that a male's orgasm could be either penile or testicular, very similar to the difference between a female's vaginal orgasm or clitoral orgasm. It all depended on the stimulus and the manner of extracting that orgasm from the test subject. She had also determined through research, that a TENS unit, used on a male for a length of time, could easily render his sexual organs, desensitized even to the point of total numbness. She had purposely numbed many males over a period of several years, just to prove that a electric stimulus, at a certain rate and frequency, could turn a very horny male's cock into a simple, erect piece of rigid meat, devoid of all feeling. In those same studies, she determined that a male could still be brought to a full and very plentiful orgasm and never experience any of the pleasurable sensations. Orgasm equaled ejaculation, but ejaculation didn't necessarily equal orgasm, at least to the male's point of view. 

She quickly went over to her medical bag and searched through it, finding what she was looking for. Taking the TENS unit from the bag, she went back over to the unconscious male and laid the unit out on the platform between his legs. Within a few moments, she had hooked the TENS unit up to him, both leads attached to his balls. One lead line went to the left ball, the other lead line to the other ball. With this configuration, she would run the electrical current directly through each ball, with no electrical stimulation to his cock. She would numb them up and reduce his sperm levels in the same method. By reducing his sperm levels, it might reduce the swelling even if just by a slight amount.

"Too bad you're unconscious. If you were awake, you'd probably enjoy this a lot," she said as she hooked up a lead line to each ball. The lead lines were attached to each testicle by a large 2-inch by 2-inch conductive adhesive strip. The strip was large enough that the electrical current would feed into a large flat-sided area of each ball. She had experimented on males with a TENS unit for years, enough to know exactly what settings and what frequencies would do the most to each individual male. It was one form of stimulation that the male body could not resist. The electrical stimulation directly affected the large and heavily laden nerve bundles that each male had in his sex organs. 

"This is going to make you feel so much better," she said in a whisper as she finished hooking up the connections to his genitals. She knew from previous experimentation that the TENS would create a high intensity quivering in his balls, forcing them to convulse and spasm into a mechanical release, producing a sizable amount of sperm. She also knew that the electrical impulses that bombarded the nerve bundles would render his balls temporarily numbed, enough for her to squeeze one ball through the oval ring. This particular procedure would serve two purposes: to reduce the swelling by reducing the amount of stored up sperm, and make his balls more workable to free them from the ring. The only problem would be manipulating them without damaging them. 

"Are you ready hun? This shouldn't take but a few minutes and then we'll get that nasty ring off of you," she said softly as she checked the TENS connections. She knew that the TENS would not affect his arousal, since she was careful to keep all the electrical current to his balls, and not to his cock. She stepped back away from the slave and visually examined her work. She also knew that the injuries to his sex organs would make them ultra sensitive, enabling the TENS to force his ejaculation quickly. His organs were sore and painful to the touch, but they would also respond more rapidly due to those injuries. 

She could feel the wetness beginning to seep from between her tight but fleshy vaginal lips. Working on a slave like this, especially one that was endowed with a large and fleshy cock just served to make her more aroused than her normal arousal. She thrived on what she could do to a male. If she weren't so busy trying to get the ring off of him, she would have already been using him to satisfy her own sexual needs. Desires that would be taken care of, as soon as possible. She was becoming more anxious to play with her new medical toy. Her lithe and oversexed body was more than responsive to a medical sex scenario. It was abundantly more intense than just regular sex. 

"One last thing," she said as she quickly slipped a condom over the thick but obviously soft cock. She quickly checked it, noticing that the mouth of his cock was completely dry. He was exhibiting no sign of arousal. "No need in creating a mess, if we don't have to," she said as she pulled the rubber down over his soft cock. She flipped the power switch to the ON position and then slowly brought up the rate and frequency of the unit. She then slowly brought the POWER up on it as she watched his body reactions closely. He lay still for the beginning of the power up. As she reached almost the midway mark on the power setting, she heard the slave let out a soft gasp. She noticed that he jerked slightly, his legs tightening as his balls began to feel the electricity pulsing through them. 

"There you go hun. Just relax and let me take care of that little problem," she said as she slowly and carefully brought the power up just slightly. He lay still as she watched him carefully. Her fingers were barely moving, adjusting the power setting up slowly, notch by half notch. Suddenly he groaned and jerked again, his legs stiffening. She knew that even unconscious, he was feeling the electricity surging back and forth between the two huge and swollen balls. 

"Just relax. You're going to be done and feeling better in just a few moments," she said with a grin as she quickly adjusted the rate and frequency of the unit. Adjusting these, she was making the throbbing sensations in his balls go to a faster pounding sensation deep inside them. They wouldn't be able to last much longer. Each male was different. After just one session with a TENS unit, Dr Lynn could judge each male by his body reaction and take him up or down in sexual intensity. She turned the power up another notch. The slave groaned, this time a little louder, his legs remaining stiff as the current pounded on the injured balls. "Anytime you're ready, you just let'em open up," she said as she watched in fascination. She knew that he was on the verge.

"Unnnggghhh," Ross moaned as his balls began to quiver in rapid pulsating spasms. 

"That's it. Just relax and enjoy the release. You're doing so well. We're going to have that ring off in no time. I should have started out with this method," she said as she checked her TENS settings. Looking down, she could actually see his balls quivering; a fast throbbing look as they quivered inside the thin skinned sack. They were beginning to tighten up, a sure sign that he was about to ejaculate. She also noticed that his cock was still completely soft, but that there was now a large amount of pre cum in the tip of the condom. She turned the power setting up two notches, enjoying the sight of him suddenly tensing up hard, a long groan escaping his throat. He was there. Suddenly, he jerked hard as she watched a steady stream of sperm begin to pour from his soft cock. For several seconds the sperm poured out of him, the condom slowly filling as it began to sink down between his legs from its own weight. 

"That's it, there you go. Keep going. The more that comes out the better," she said as she watched the condom getting heavier and heavier with its thick creamy contents. She held the TENS settings where they were at for several more moments, watching the condom and the slave's body motion. As he slowly slumped back down, indicating that he was through, she began to slowly bring the TENS settings down till she reached the Zero mark. She turned the TENS unit off and set it down on the platform. She carefully reached up and removed the lead lines from each ball and tossed the lines over to her bag. 

"That's quite a bit," she said as she examined the sperm filled condom. Grasping it tightly around the base, she expertly removed it without spilling any of the contents. She quickly laid it down on a stack of paper towels and then went over to a nearby wash sink. She quickly soaked a small towel with hot water and then brought it back over to the still unconscious slave. Gently, she wrapped his cock and balls in the hot towel, keeping them warm and moist. She then turned her attention back to the used condom. 




The New Slave Ch. 64



"Damn, that is a lot. I thought that they said that you had been 'used' while you were away. I know she said that they milked you twice, before I got here," she said curiously. She held the tip of the rubber, upside down and dumped the thick gooey contents onto the paper towels, squeezing the rubber till she had completely emptied it. She leaned down closer and looked carefully for any signs of blood or any irregularity with the creamy sample. She was relieved to see that there was no sign of blood and that the fresh specimen looked normal in color and consistency. She knew that with the forced mechanical release that she had just performed, that there should be a large amount of sperm, mixed with seminal fluid. If the sample had been mostly clear, that might indicate that the vas deferens or the epididymus was damaged. The specimen looked abundant and healthy. She wadded up the paper towel and dropped them into a trashcan. 

"That was a lot more sperm than I was expecting, based on what Dr Sherry had told me," she said as if having a conversation with the unconscious slave. She leaned down and lifted an edge of the warm moist towel that was wrapped around his cock and balls. Peaking underneath the towel, she could see that his skin was a bright red color from the hot water and that his sack had softened considerably. His balls still looked huge, but she could tell a slight reduction in their thickness. She had done this method on slaves hundreds of times and could actually see the miniscule size decrease that others might not see. 

"Well, let's get the hard part over with," she said as she pulled the hot towel from the softened genitals. She quickly positioned her chair between his thighs and again took up the same hand positions. Her left hand tightly clamped around the neck of the ball sack while her right hand grasped his left ball. Using her thumb and fingers to squeeze it, she pushed upward on it and quickly had it wedged against the tight almost non existent opening that the ball would have to slip through. It would be tight but she had to force it through the ring. 

Grasping the battered ball between her thumb and forefinger, she couldn't feel any reduction in size. It still felt huge. But she knew that any reduction was good, even the slightest reduction. She had held thousands of balls in her fingers, always enjoying the smooth feel of the small orbs. She had become more than familiar with their different textures, their subtleties, and the small variations that made up each individual male. It aroused her greatly. It aroused her even more when she was squeezing or mashing the sensitive oval seeing the immediate response from a male. She also knew that it was a lot more fun when the male was conscious and aware of what she was doing to him. It was still arousing, but not as much fun when the slave was unconscious. 

"Come on," she moaned out loud as she exerted more and more pressure on the tender ball. Having used the electricity on his battered balls, they had become somewhat numbed up, allowing her to get rougher with them. She had experimented enough with a TENS unit to know this. In short time, the feeling would return and the slave would become a fun plaything again. But for now... "Come on, just a little," she gasped, her hands already tiring from the pressure of holding the sack tightly and her other hand trying to push the ball through. She could feel it beginning to slowly push through the tiny space between his genitals and the ring. Just a little bit more... 

"Uhhh," she groaned as she felt the ball pop through to the other side of the ring. The slave jerked as he subconsciously felt the ball mashed almost flat, slip through the tightly fitting ring. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stood up straight and flexed her aching hands. She was beginning to think that cutting the ring off might have been a better idea. She could have easily stitched up any damage that she caused with a high-speed electric saw, unless the saw actually hit one of his balls. That would have been a problem.

"Damn, you sure made it difficult," she said as she leaned against the exam table. She rested for several minutes, admiring the sheer thickness and size of the ball that was now trapped on the other side of the ring. The rest was easy. She walked around the slave's feet and stood in between his legs. Reaching down, she grasped the ball that was still below the ring and squeezed it, easily pushing it upward as she slid the ring down and off of his genitals. Immediately, both balls fell downward to their normal resting position. There was a deep dark ring where the oval had been pressed up against his pubic area. She reached down and rubbed the skin briskly, watching the blood flow return to the trapped skin. The skin tone changed enough to satisfy her that there was no damage in that regard. 

The blood flow to the slave's genitals had not been interrupted, but it had been restricted for a long period of time. She had taken a sample from him without any erection, and had heard nothing from Dr Sherry that would indicate that his previous two milkings had been from a soft penis. She was guessing that there was no nerve damage or any damage to his blood flow. " Well, there's an easy way to find out for sure," she said mumbling to herself and laughing. Using her gloved hand, she gently began to flop the soft organ back and forth, from one side to the other. This method would ensure that blood was forced to flow into the exhausted organ by centrifugal force. Basically, she was manually forcing his cock to become erect.

"Well, that's a good sign," she said as she immediately felt the base of his cock beginning to thicken and harden up. She watched it for several moments, seeing the obvious rapid swelling as it began to inflate into an erection. "That's good hun. Now that you have a really good unrestricted supply of blood flowing into that thing, it just wants to show me how well it functions. It wants to function, doesn't it?" she said in a teasing voice. She continued to flop it back and forth, watching it as it grew to full length and hardness. 

"Now that is a good specimen of male flesh," she said with a grin. Holding the rock hard cock in her hand, she gently squeezed all around the shaft and the head. From her experience, she could feel that it was hard and firm, but that there was actually no tissue swell. It was all cock. Looking on the underside, she could see the obvious bite mark and even though it wasn't swollen, it was still an angry reddish color. 

"With as much antibiotics as they pumped into you, I don't think you have anything to worry about, when it comes to infection. I'd say that is a very healthy cock," she said grinning at him. He was still unconscious.

"I'm really going to have to wake you up. You're lying there and not getting to enjoy any of this work that I'm doing. It's starting to get a little bit boring," she said as she watched her hand slowly jacking him off. A steady flow of pre cum was oozing from the gaping mouth, coating her latex gloved hand. "Oh the fun we could have it you were awake. I hope you don't mind, but I just have to get comfortable. This outfit is starting to get in the way," she said laughing as she quickly removed her left glove. She continued watching her hand working him. She continued slowly rubbing the hard cock as her other hand reached down and under her short skirt. Bringing her hand up to her overly awakened pussy, she groaned as her fingertips touched the smooth skin that was aching for attention. 

"The least you could do is help me a little bit, after all the help I gave you," she said with a groan as her fingers slid past her panties and into the sopping wet area between her vaginal lips. She gasped audibly as one fingertip eased slowly inside of her. She bent over, leaning against the table, her one hand slowly masturbating the unconscious slave as her other hand began to satisfy her pent up sexual frustration. She had been busy and hadn't any time to pleasure herself for the past few days. For many reasons, working a male's reproductive organs always got her aroused, especially if the male was endowed. Today was no exception and this male was endowed. Glancing up at him, she also thought that he was handsome. She didn't get to work with many good-looking males or even ones that were cleaned and bathed. Her research made use of males that had 'functioning' equipment. Looks had nothing to do with their highly experimental and research oriented genitals. Her research was about reproductive organs and sexual function, not about looks or appearance. Besides all of that, she couldn't afford the stable of males that Dr Sherry bought and sold. It was those rare occasions such as this, which afforded her the opportunity to sample, research and enjoy. She meant to take full advantage of the time. 

It was almost immediate that she felt the sensitive area between her thighs begin to give in to her insistent fingers. She could barely continue to massage the hard cock in her other hand, as her orgasm began to erupt deep inside of her. She leaned against the table as the waves rolled throughout her small frame. As it reached a peak, her hand on the slave came to a stop and squeezed hard as she moaned and enjoyed the release that was so pleasurable. She relaxed momentarily and enjoyed the sensations that were firing through her belly and thighs, knowing that it was the first of hopefully, many more to come. It only lasted a few moments but it was satisfying. She knew that intensity would come in short time. 

"Now I really wish you had been awake for that one. You could have helped me," she moaned as she leaned harder against the exam table. She was momentarily spent, a thick wetness spreading out from between her legs. It was a warm good feeling, a feeling that caused her arousal to climb even more. She had no qualms in using a slave to satisfy her own needs, but normally, the slave would be conscious during her playtime. She turned and glanced at the dark red hard cock in her hand. There was now a steady flow of pre cum leaking from the engorged cock head. She knew that he had been milked twice before she arrived. She had then taken a good-sized sample from him, just to check for any signs of internal damage. He was now leaking pre cum copiously from an obviously 'ready to go' cock. She wanted him awake so that she could question him about his sexual activity over the past few days. This would tell her more about the possibility of any injuries.

"It's almost time to wake you up. But first there are a few things that need to be done and a few things that I am curious about. Don't worry hun, it's all for the sake of medical research," she said with a soft laugh. Her vaginal muscles were still contracting hard and telling her that they weren't satisfied enough. 

Dr Lynn had treated and researched enough male reproductive systems to just hold the male organs in her small hand and accurately gauge their sizes. Even members of her staff laughed and joked about her accuracy with penile measurements. She was almost always 100% accurate in her estimations. 

"Let me see what we've got here," she said as she grasped the thick base of the slave's cock and began to work it. He had softened a little, due to her inattention to it while she finished herself. Within moments, she had it hard and thick, throbbing to indicate that she was quickly bringing him toward another orgasm. "You've got a very nice size, especially the thickness," she said with a clinical tone. Her hand couldn't fit all the way around it. She held it momentarily as if mentally measuring it. She felt the base and then slid her hand up toward the head, feeling the slight change in thickness as it extended to the tip. She changed her grip and pulled the intact foreskin down taut, examining it for any deformities. Finding none, she then squeezed her hand tight and pulled the shaft and foreskin upward, forcing the head to engorge with blood and flare wide. She watched closely as the head became momentarily bloated and then shrink as she relaxed her grip. 

"And it's definitely responsive, even after an abundant orgasm," she said as she watched for any signs of damage or injury. "I would love to hear the story about that," she said as she used her little finger to peel open the gaped mouth of his cock head. As a doctor, it was obvious to her that the mouth had been torn or continuously stretched for an extended period of time. She slowly inserted her gloved little finger into the mouth and pushed inward. She was able to sink her little finger all the way down into the shaft, past the head with only a small amount of resistance. She eased her little finger around, feeling the ultra smooth urethral lining of the outer half of his cock. Feeling no abnormalities, she eased her finger out, dripping pre cum as it emerged from him. 

"I bet that you have one massive penile root," she said in surprise. Having noticed that his cock tapered slightly as it went down the length, she surmised that the root would be larger than the base of his shaft, a common aspect of the male anatomy. "Did you know that the vast majority of women and almost as many males, don't even know that a cock has a root? Based on the penile length that is exposed, there is at least double the length and even more, that is rooted inside the body and beneath the pubic bone?" she said to him, as if administering a final exam in male anatomy. In fact, the cock is all one long length of tissue with the smaller portion of it being outside of the male body. The portion that is tucked inside and behind the pubic bone is longer and normally thicker than the portion that sticks outside. 

"So Ross, since you're about 8 inches in exposed length, the next time someone asks you how long you are, you can tell them that you're at least 16 to 19 inches long," she said with a laugh. "And you wouldn't be lying," she said with a grin as she glanced up at his face. Dr Lynn had done extensive testing on males, having measure penile length, thickness, and root thickness. The research was more for her pleasure than it was for any medical purpose. It was what she jokingly referred to as her 'hands on' approach to male medical research. 

"Well, lets just see! Just relax babe. Now that the ring is off, I can get a really good estimate of your root thickness. All you have to do is lay there," she said with a laugh. 

She moved around to his right side and leaned over him, her left gloved hand resting on the lower end of his pubic bone and her right hand poised at about the middle of the soft skinned sack. Using the thumb and middle finger of her right hand, she gently pushed into the middle of the soft pliable sack in a straight line. Pushing all the way into him, her fingers moved past and between the two balls and even deeper into the soft tissue. Moving gently, the tips of her two fingers could feel the underside of his cock as they probed deeper into the soft sack. Using his sack as a 'sort of' entrance, she slid her thumb and middle finger along the underside length of his cock till they could go no further. She then pushed down firmly on the base of his cock to hold it steady and in place with her left hand. Her right hand fingers pushed further in harder and then curled upward, to grip around his cock from the bottom side. In essence, her thumb and forefinger were gripping his cock from inside and under his pubic bone, the root. 

"Damn," she whispered as her fingers tried again to reach around the massive root deep inside of him. She couldn't get her fingers around it. "You must be at least a 6 inch circumference, as much as a 7 maybe," she said as her fingers struggled to get a grip around the root. Letting up the pressure of her left hand, her right hand fingers were able to slip a little further deeper, but she still couldn't get her fingers around the internal shaft. She smiled as she gently retracted her fingers from the reddening sack. Doing a measurement in this way, tended to greatly stretch the thin skin that surrounded the two huge balls. She quickly checked the skin and found nothing but a deep reddening where her fingers were pushing in. 

"Well, as much as I've seen of you and as deep as I've been inside of you, I might as well give you the most thorough exam. I'm going to do a very special favor for you. By the time I'm through examining you, I'll know if you've ever had any injury or any problem. Besides, I'd love to see just what a thicker than normal root looks like, from the inside. Don't worry hun. You're not going to feel a thing," she said as she walked over to her bag. She quickly pulled off her gloves and discarded them, retrieving a small leather zippered case. Opening it, she laid out several packaged sterilized scalpels on a rolling surgical tray. 

Dr Lynn was finding herself very attracted to this older male slave. She was use to working primarily on much younger males. This one was different. He was handsome and he was definitely endowed. Cock size didn't mean that much to her, she had been with much larger males and even smaller males. It wasn't in their cock size that she was interested, but more in their abilities, or even at times, how and what they might think. She was excited by a male's creativity with sex. She knew that there was a strong possibility that she could quickly lose interest, as soon as he opened his mouth and started talking. The vast majority of males she worked on and enjoyed, quickly bored her with their straight sex. It was just sex and rarely any fun. She wanted someone that could give her the intense pleasure that she could rarely find. If that person happened to be one of her research slaves, then that was ok too. 

"First off, I want to see just what makes your cock tick," she said with a laugh. "Do you get it? Cock tick? Not 'clock tick," she said laughing even harder. She watched him as if he would break out laughing any moment, but he didn't. She quickly went over to a sink and scrubbed up, then dried off with a sterile towel. Dr Sherry's own personal exam room was well outfitted, able to handle everything from minor injuries to minor surgeries. 

"Ok, let's see what you have for me," she said as she quickly slipped on another pair of surgical gloves, careful not to touch anything to contaminate her. She could see that with no stimulation, his cock had shrunken down to completely flaccid, drooping down between his outstretched legs. Having seen the sedative that Dr Sherry had given him, Dr Lynn wasn't worried about him waking up. He would remain unconscious until she chose to wake him up. That time would be coming up pretty quickly.



The New Slave Ch. 65



Chapter 65, Sexual Surgery on the Slave

"Now this won't hurt a bit," she said as she opened a package of pre sterilized anesthetic syringes. Each syringe contained a specified amount of hospital grade lidocaine. Dr Lynn could feel her pussy beginning to tighten up as she thought about what she was about to do. Medical sex always did that to her. She loved the medical practice and she also loved sex. Combining the two was the perfect world to her. She found that she could orgasm more intensely when the sex was performed in a medical setting. About to open up an unconscious male slave was pretty much top of her list when it came to medical sex. She could feel the wetness beginning to seep out of her now fully aroused pussy. She was aroused enough that she could actually physically feel the enlargement of her vaginal lips as they flared outward, in anticipation of what she was doing. 

"Let's get you better situated," she said as she quickly adjusted the leg stirrups into a lower position. With the slave's legs still restrained in the stirrups, she dropped them down lower, placing the engorged scrotal sack on a level with the exam table. She would be able to perform the procedure in this position, rather than them being suspended from his body with his legs up in the air. 

"I can promise you hun that this won't hurt a bit. And with this procedure, I can assure you that you are getting the best medical exam that there is to offer. It might be a little uncomfortable for a few days, but if Dr Sherry goes along with what I'm thinking, I am sure that I can even eliminate that discomfort," she said as she locked the repositioned stirrups into a lower position. She then rolled the surgical tray over closer to her and checked for all of the supplies that she would need. She then went over to the wall cabinets and quickly checked, finding the things that she had not brought along with her. From the cabinet she took out Betadine, sterile saline, sterile gauze packages and a suture kit. She then opened the packaged items and laid them out on the sterile surgical towel that covered the rolling surgical cart. 

"Ok, this won't take that long and it will alleviate any of our fears on your genital condition. If there are any injuries, I'll find them. If there is damage, then hopefully I can fix it. But mainly, I'll get to open that big ripe sack and see just what you have in there," she said with a devious grin. She knew what was inside of him, but she also enjoyed the sexual thrill that came with going this far with a male. 

"Hun, you're lucky that you are unconscious. I know you wouldn't feel it, but just seeing what I'm doing might send you into a panic," she said with a laugh. Having everything that she needed for surgery, she quickly rummaged through her medical bag till she found the other medical instruments that she was going to use. She took out a small leather zippered case that contained a TENS unit. She then picked out another matching zippered case and opened it, removing a set of small adjustable clamps. Each clamp looked like a small pair of side-by-side surgical steel flat bladed paddles. Each small paddle was shaped like a tiny boat oar, only about 4 inches in length, having a flat but wide end on the bottom not more than an inch wide. Each tiny set of paddles was held together by a surgical steel wing nut, that when adjusted could open or close, loosening or tightening, depending on the shape and thickness of what it was attached to. The top portion of each paddle, the insulated part where it was held, had an electrical plug where the TENS unit lead line could be inserted to activate the metal paddles into an electrical conductive tool. 

She took the TENS lead lines and inserted one line into each small paddle. She turned the TENS unit on and checked it's battery power, finding that it was fully charged. She then laid the TENS unit on the exam table between the slave's outstretched thighs. 

"Well, I'm ready if you are," she said with a grin. She quickly stripped off the used latex gloves and put on another pair from a set of pre-packaged surgical gloves. 

Tammy had learned at a very early age that her favorite pastime was playing doctor. When all of her little friends were playing with dolls, she wanted to play doctor or hospital. At that time, she didn't understand the strange sensations that she felt when playing doctor, but she loved the aspect of medical exams and treating her young patients. All she knew was that it felt very exciting. Years later she knew all too well that those very excited feeling was sexual arousal. It was also during that time that she learned the beginnings of masturbation, touching and feeling. To her it was strange that those feelings when playing doctor and the feelings when exploring herself were so very similar. It was a few years later that she fully learned what masturbation was all about. 

Since the new world order and changing events had not occurred yet, her early years were spent in the company of both girls and boys. She discovered that playing doctor with boys was a lot more fun than with the girls. It was years later, when in medical school, that her fascination with playing doctor and the male anatomy came together when she was able to medically examine the newly arriving male slaves. The laws had changed by then and males were being rounded up and taken into custody. With her medical education in the fields of reproductive medicine and fertility, it was obvious that the male body played an important part in reproduction and fertility. It was more than necessary for her medical training to include males if she were to be a successful practitioner. She excelled when it came to the medical aspects of the male reproductive system. 

"Well, there's no time like the present," she said almost breathlessly. She was more than excited about this particular procedure. She had worked on thousands of males, but this one was handsome. This one was well endowed. This one had unbelievably huge balls, and this one was unconscious. She could feel her pussy almost gush from her excitement. The fluid was starting to collect in the bottom of her vaginal canal. She knew that she would be taking care of that moist problem very soon. She clenched her muscles tightly, feeling a little of the warm thick fluid ooze out of her. 

"Oh, you're going to enjoy this. Nothing like I'm enjoying it, but here pretty quickly, I'll wake you up and you can enjoy it also. But for now, just rest while I take care of this genital problem," she said as she quickly surveyed the surgical tray and all of its contents. Satisfied that she had everything prepared, she opened up the sealed pack of sterile gauze. She unrolled a long length of it and folded it neatly into a 6 inch by 6 inch, thick pad. Doing a second pad just like the first one, she laid both of them down on the surgical platform of the exam table, right below the slave's sack. She then opened the bottle of Betadine and poured it over the two pads of gauze, saturating each of them. The excess Betadine collected in the platform and then escaped down the drain hole located in the middle of the platform. 

She opened the package of lidocaine syringes and quickly uncapped the small needle. Holding only 15 ccs of the hospital grade, numbing agent, she reached up and grasped the soft scrotal sack in her left hand. She squeezed it gently, forcing both balls to push back to the upper end of the sack, toward his torso. With one hand, she held the syringe with the needle pointed upward and squirted a minute amount out, insuring that there was no air in the needle. Satisfied with the syringe, she leaned down close to the slave's balls and placed the needle right in the middle of the swollen sack. She then slowly injected the needle into the sack right in the scrotal seam, the line that runs up and down the middle of the sack. To some it appears like a seam in the male sack. She then repeated this 3 more times in sites along the seam line. Pulling the needle from him after the 4th injection, she lay the syringe down and then gently squeezed the sack skin where she had injected him. Rubbing her fingers together, she insured that the numbing agent was spreading out in the soft tissue.

"Isn't this exciting?" she asked softly as she watched her fingers rubbing the injection sites. Giving it a several minutes to take affect, she opened the packaged sterile scalpel. Leaving half of the scalpel covered in its sterile paper cover, she quickly removed her gloves and put on a new sterile pair. "Ok, hun, now we get down to business. I want you to hold real still," she said with a grin. She grasped the bloated ball sack with her left hand. She pressed her thumb into one ball while her other fingers pressed into the other ball. Using her fingers, she pressed against them, forcing them to push back into him. Once they could go no further, she held them in that position.

"Ok, this might sting a little bit," she said with a laugh. Using her right hand, she held the scalpel and placed it exactly against the seam line, toward the top of the sack. She knew that since his balls were so swollen, that there would be pressure for them to push outward, out of the sack. Hopefully, the other hand would hold them in place till she could carefully remove them, one by one to outside the fleshy soft sack. She firmly pressed the scalpel into the soft skin, immediately a small drop of blood appeared as the sharp knife cut through the soft skin of the sack. She pressed the scalpel a little harder and then slid it downward approximately 2.5 inches. With the change in the exterior sack wall, both balls immediately shifted. A small amount of blood and fluid ran out of the incision site. By cutting on top of the scrotal seam, she hoped to completely hide any scaring that might occur. 

"Ok, this gets a little tricky here. Don't move," she said laughing. She knew that he wasn't going to move. He was unconscious, the sack was numbed up, and she was holding the balls tightly inside of the sack with her other hand. In her mind she had a quick vision of one ball or both, shooting through the incision site and across the room on the floor. She laughed as she imagined the cartoon ball scene. "Easy does it," she said softly as she eased the pressure off of the captured balls. Immediately she could feel them shift and attempt to push through the small opening that she had created. It was only a small incision but the bigger of the two balls was already at the opening, the lower tip of it beginning to stretch through the opening. The huge ball was starting to push through the small opening. It was too late to use a scalpel to widen the opening, fearing that the proximity of the ball might cause it to get nicked. She carefully allowed it to move through the opening, slowly by holding it back, hoping that the soft tissue wouldn't tear. As the ball slowly emerged through the tight opening, she could feel the pressure gradually lessening as it finally pushed all the way out. 

"Now that is always a sight to see," she said excitedly as she quickly moved her other hand and grabbed the Betadine soaked gauze and put it under the dropped orb. The ball gently rested in the gauze as she laid it down on the surgical platform. "Now for the other one," she said as she let go of the half full sack with her other hand. With the immediate lack of swelling, there was no pressure inside of the bloated sack. The other ball rested comfortably inside the deflated sack, deep inside of where she had held it tightly. She waited several moments, expecting it to just pop right out. 

"Now it wants to be a problem," she said as she pushed and probed on the soft sack, careful not to twist or damage the thick tube that ran from the already exposed ball. After several moments of pushing and probing the soft sack, she finally pushed one finger deep into the incision site and probed till she could feel the squishy mass. Using her finger, she was able to tug it outward till the tip of it neared the incision site. There, she used her fingers to squeeze the sack till the ball began to push out through the incision site. Several firm squeezes and she was able to force it to fully emerge into her gloved hand. She then carefully laid it on the other piece of Betadine soaked gauze. 

"Now that is what I call testicular deployment," she said with a laugh as she sat back and surveyed the two fully exposed balls. Both balls were lying on the Betadine soaked gauze, the vas deferens intact and lying loosely around the two balls. The vas deferens from each ball disappeared back up into the incision site, running way back deep into the body cavity where they continued through the rest of the reproductive system, ending in the urethra. Dr Lynn wasn't worried about anything stretching. The vas deferens, the thick tube that runs from the bottom of each ball and up into the body cavity, was anywhere from 15 to 18 inches long. She knew to be very careful with it, since it was the main tube from which the sperm left the balls and traveled on its course to the outside world. Damaging it would be in essence, performing an accidental vasectomy on the slave. 

She sat back and enjoyed what she was seeing. Her sexual excitement had soared as the first ball attempted to emerge through the small incision. She held her hands up, looking at them. She could actually see them shaking from her excitement. 

"Damn hun. I never thought that you would be this much fun," she said excitedly. She examined the incision site, noting that only a small amount of blood had come out. She was amazed at how the incision site appeared, a small cut with two huge tubes coming out like tentacles, only the tentacles had huge balls attached to the ends of them. She laughed as she enjoyed the sight. She stood up and walked around the room for a moment. Her sexual excitement, mixed with the idea of what she was doing to this slave, had her almost light headed. She took several deep breaths, inhaling slowly and exhaling even slower. Feeling better, she went back over to the rolling chair and took up her position. 

"Just relax hun. I'm trying not to hurt you," she said with a grin. She knew that physically handling the super sensitive balls would be at the very least, uncomfortable, but she enjoyed that aspect. She laughed softly as she thought of just how many millions of nerve endings were in just the surface of each ball. She figured that his being unconscious would render the uncomfortable or painful exam, a lot less painful. 

"Ok, let's see just what we have here," she said as she leaned in for a very up close and personal view. She could see some obvious bruising in each ball. The slight discoloration in the testicle surfaces confirmed the previous rough treatment to each ball. She looked over each ball very carefully, noting their surface texture and shape. Each one was shiny, a mix of slick body fluids coating each one. There was only a small amount of blood, which had come from the actual incision site and not from any damage to the balls. She visually examined the epididymus, the thick mushy tissue attached on the side of each ball, responsible for the storage of sperm. It started at the top and ran down the length of each testicle, very thick and somewhat spongy in appearance. 

"Well so far, you're looking to be in good shape. A very good shape if you ask me," she said with a soft laugh. Visual examination was one thing; physical examination was what she was anxious to start on. She picked up a sterile metal probe and began to turn each ball from side to side, probing into the soft mushy epididymus that served to collect the maturing sperm. Attached to the sides of each ball, the soft tissue was pushed back, moving it as much as she needed so that she could examine it better. Satisfied that it was in tact and not damaged, she then turned her attention to the vas deferens, the long thick tube that ran from the bottom of each ball and back up into the open incision site. It was thick enough and exposed to the point that she could use her gloved fingers to physically examine it, feeling its shape and thickness. She could find no outward sign of damage. 

"Right now you wouldn't believe what this is doing to me," she said, almost breathlessly. She could feel the insides of her upper thighs, literally coated in a thick warm slickness that confirmed her arousal. She thought to herself that she would orgasm, if she only touched herself lightly. She was that aroused by her examination. But she would get to that shortly. For now, the slave's inner sex organs were exposed for her pure enjoyment. She took a deep breath and then reached out, taking the larger of the two balls into her gloved hand. Gently, she picked it up and held it in her palm, careful not to stretch the delicate but thick tube of the vas deferens too far. She held the ball in her palm, gently as if holding a baby bird or a butterfly. In this situation, she could easily damage it. The scrotal sack wasn't much for protection, but it was more than being exposed as both balls were at this time. 

She held the ball in her hand for several moments and then closed her fingers around the fleshy orb. Slowly, she closed her fingers around the large meaty ball and squeezed slightly. Feeling the slick spongy texture between her fingers, she watched the slave closely as her fingers tightened. Squeezing a little bit more, she watched breathlessly as the slave moaned and jerked slightly. She held it for a moment and then squeezed it again. He jerked slightly again. She took in a short quick breath, her heart pounding as she felt her vaginal muscles tighten up and spasm. Relaxing her grip on the trapped testicle, she watched him as she slowly began to squeeze it, knowing that even though unconscious, he could still feel what she was doing to him. She squeezed even more and gasped as she saw him flinch and groan. She was quickly approaching an orgasm without even touching herself. She gently put the exposed and vulnerable ball back onto the Betadine soaked pad. She wanted to cum, but not this way and not yet. 

"If you only knew," she moaned as she steadied herself against the exam table. She leaned there momentarily, collecting herself. She could feel the juices literally oozing out of her overly sensitive pussy. It was screaming for relief. She looked at the other ball, knowing that its reaction would be the same as the first. There were too many nerve endings in the ball to not react the same way. She reached down and pressed a gloved finger against the exposed slick engorged mass. Pressing down on the middle of it, she watched as both ends bulged outward from the pressure on it. Pressing harder, she waited till the slave suddenly flinched, signaling that he was also feeling the sensations. She eased up the pressure and pulled her hand away. She knew that if she continued, she would eventually injure the unconscious male. 

"Well, I can safely say that your balls are in good condition. I don't see any damage and I especially don't feel anything wrong with them," she said as she stepped back away from the exam table. She had originally thought that they were hugely swollen, as Dr Sherry had indicated to her. Having both balls outside of their thin skinned sack, it was obvious to her that the shape, firmness, and overall appearance, was not swollen, but their actual size. She would have been able to tell if they were swollen. These weren't. They just happen to be huge and firm. The firmness alone could lead to a lot of different experiments that she wanted to do on him. Being this large and this firm, the slave's balls could take a lot more battering and abuse than the average male. 

"You should consider yourself lucky today. I have examined thousands of males and had the pleasure of squeezing the milk, right from their balls. But then again, I was doing that with their balls still inside of them. This is different and a little bit riskier. But it would be so easy to do," she said, almost in a moan of desperation. She had actually experimented with pressure exerted on a ball to see if it could be forced to release. Doing experiments with a ball while inside of a sack was some measure of protection and padding for the tender ball. What she was doing now was far more extreme and dangerous. Part of her wanted to continue, knowing that her own sexual exhilaration would skyrocket through the roof. But then the other part of her, the doctor, refused to knowingly hurt the male slave. 




The New Slave Ch. 65



"But one area of experimentation that I need to do is something that you can help me with. With the condition that you're in right now, I can't help but want to continue with another avenue of experiments. I have used electro shock on male's, to force a more abundant release of sperm but they were always conscious and their balls neatly tucked up inside. But you don't have that luxury. You're here, I'm here and your balls are begging to complete this one area of my experiments. Let's just see if an open and exposed testicle will produce as much as a skin protected ball. I bet you cum like a horse," she said with a grin. She was still talking out loud to the unconscious slave, as if he would answer her at any time. 

"Well hun, I think that this next part is going to really send your nuts into overdrive," she said with a laugh. She quickly picked up one of the surgical steel clamps and opened it up wide, estimating the size of the opening against the size of one ball. She opened it wider and held it next to the exposed ball, measuring it by sight to see if it was near the same size. Satisfied that it was opened far enough, she laid it down on the surgical cart and then did the same with the other clamp. Having both adjustable clamps ready, she took a bottle of sterile saline solution and poured it over the two exposed balls, to keep them moist and hydrated and make them more susceptible to electric stimulation. 

"Now this part is going to be a lot of fun, at least for me. You may not know it, but you're going to feel really good with this little procedure," she said as she busied herself with the final preparation. She took one adjustable clamp and gently slid it down over one ball, across the middle section of it. As slick and gooey as it was, she carefully tightened up the wing nut, forcing the clamp to slowly close on the huge fleshy oval shape. As she hand tightened the wing nut on the clamp, she could see both ends of the ball begin to bulge outward from the pressure from the clamp's pressure in the middle. Once she saw the obvious bulging, she stopped and did the same procedure to the other ball. Within minutes, she had the clamps firmly positioned on each ball, a slight bulge as each clamp tightly gripped the middle of the tender flesh.

"Ok, I'm going to rattle your box and see what comes out. Oh, did I mention that this will probably be no pleasure whatsoever to you? Hate to tell you hun, but with the clamps on each ball and no penile stimulation, all you're going to do is pump sperm, but not orgasm. Hate to do that to you, but your balls are going to expel, even though your cock doesn't feel it. I promise that I'll make it up to you," she said with a grin. Dr Lynn had done extensive research on male ejaculatory function. She knew from experience that by putting electro shock to the balls, and with no penile stimulation, that the slave would experience very minimal sexual pleasure. It was purely a means of extracting sperm. This would be the first time she did her tests with completely exposed balls. In the past, all of the experiments had been done on the testicles still inside the scrotal sack. She estimated that the amount of ejaculate would be greatly increased with the direct tissue stimulus. 

"Are you ready for this?" she asked as she quickly plugged the TENS lead lines into each clamp. Wired up and ready, the doctor quickly opened a packaged condom and slipped it over the soft cock that rested on his stomach. "Well hun, sorry to have to waste all of that good creamy stuff, but think of it as a donation to the field of research medicine," she said as she quickly checked all of the connections. Satisfied that everything was ready, she picked up the TENS unit. She turned the power to on and brought it up several notches. She then quickly adjusted the rate and frequency, knowing that a rapid pounding sensation was occurring deep inside of the slave's exposed balls.

"You should start feeling it at any moment now," she said as she closely watched his body movement. She adjusted the power up and watched as he suddenly flinched, unconscious but still able to feel the electrical current surging through his balls. She watched with spellbound sexual fascination as her fingers brought both the rate and frequency up higher. He flinched again, this time letting out a small moan. She turned the power up a little more and watched in amazement as she noticed that the condom was suddenly beginning to fill with sperm. She glanced back down at the TENS unit, shocked that it was only up about one third of the way. She had barely started and the slave was already beginning to expel a noticeable amount of sperm. His body language had suggested that he was beginning to feel the affects of the electrical shock to his balls, but not this quick. She also took into consideration, the number of times that he had ejaculated over the past several days. 

"Unbelievable," she whispered as she moved to the slave's side and watched as small amounts of sperm slowly pulsed from the still obviously very soft cock. It was small amounts but the white globs were more than obvious as they continued to slowly pulse from the soft cock head. She glanced at her watch, noting that the TENS unit had only been activated for less than 30 seconds. The slave's cock was obviously soft and not feeling any of the stimulation that was causing such chaos in his balls. 

"I don't want you fully depleted, at least not yet. I have a definite use for your body and I'm going to also need you fully erect," she said as she slowly dialed the TENS unit down, allowing the sensations in the slave's genitals to slowly die out, rather than abruptly stop. She was even more amazed at how little power she had been using to force the testicular eruption. "I hate to tell you this hun, but I need to do just a little bit more and then we can get into some real fun." 

She reached down and quickly slipped the cream filled rubber from his cock. She wrapped the used condom in paper towels and tossed the wet bundle into a nearby trashcan. Moving back in between the slave's legs, she quickly sat down and moved up closer to the male, a position that she was more than use to. She removed the lead lines from the clamps and quickly moved them out of the way. She then loosened the clamps and carefully removed them from each ball, making sure not to scratch or injure them. She then readjusted the clamps, tightening them down a lot farther. 

"Ok, now let's see if I can take care of a little problem that I have. I've examined you and can safely say that you'll survive," she said with a laugh. But I'm not so sure about me. It's the least you could do for me," she said as she sat back and got comfortable in between the slave's restrained and outstretched thighs. She then took one of the almost closed clamps and gently positioned it on the vas deferens, about half way between the ball and the incision site. She slowly tightened down the wing nut, gradually closing the clamp onto the thick fleshy tube. She then did the same with the other clamp, but to the other side. Now, with the clamps on the sperm transporting tubes coming from each ball, she then plugged the lead lines back into the clamps. She quickly checked the wiring and found everything to be ready, and then picked up the TENS unit.

"Ok, lets see just how sensitive those tubes are," she said, referring to the vas deferens' function of carrying the sperm from the testicle, up into and through the body and into the urethra where it would be expelled from his cock. She wasn't worried about the sperm coming from his cock, with the clamps in place on the thick tubes; they were tight enough that the clamp would adequately restrict the sperm flow, until she loosened the clamp. In short, there would be no mess. She reached up and quickly placed a paper towel under the soft cock, just in case there were any accidents.

"Ok babe, tell me how this feels," she said as she turned the TENS unit power back on. She adjusted the rate and frequency back up to where she had it the first time. Again, the slave moaned as the electric current began to pulse through the sensitive exposed tubes. She watched in fascination, her sexual arousal already at a heightened state. She knew she would easily cum with any provocation. She had performed this same technique, hundreds of times, if not thousands. But the difference was that this time, the TENS unit was hooked directly to exposed inner tissue, the balls out of the sack. The other slaves had the advantage of the electrical current entering their body from outside the scrotal sack. The thin skin at least served as some insulation against the pulsing electrical current. 

It was almost immediate as the electrical current pulsed through the tender sensitive tubes that carried the sperm away from each ball up into his body. She watched in wide-eyed fascination as a small bulge began to appear just below the spot where the clamps pinched off the exposed tubes. She knew immediately what the bulge was. It was the sperm backing up from the electrically forced release out of each ball. She glanced up at the slave's flaccid cock and saw that it showed no signs of arousal, still very soft. The bulge was growing at a very slow rate, giving her time to momentarily satisfy a much pent up desire that was about to overwhelm her. 

"Oh hun, you wouldn't believe what the sight of that does to me," she said as she quickly slipped off her left hand glove. She reached down between her legs and up under her skirt. It only took a moment to pull aside the thin satin panty bottom, exposing her more than saturated pussy lips to the cool room air. She barely touched the outer edge of one engorged lip as she felt a surge of excitement run through her lower body. She immediately pushed two fingers in between the slick coated lips and began to gently probe into herself. She could feel the orgasm begin to well up inside of her already sexually extended organs. Moving quickly, she kept her eyes on the growing sperm bulge in the slave's exposed tubes while her fingers quickly began to work her into a sexual frenzy. One finger slowly eased into the tight vaginal entrance as nother finger felt the swollen nub of her now exposed and engorged clit. She had no sooner begun to manipulate it when she felt the sexual eruption begin to explode inside of her. Her head tilted back as her eyes closed, feeling the start of an intensely powerful orgasm. It didn't last that long, but it was enough to send her already sexually heightened body into overdrive. This orgasm didn't even begin to satisfy her sexual hunger. She moaned softly as the vaginal contractions began to fade, her fingers still gently working the sensitive organs. She slumped back into the chair, her breathing coming in short gasps. 

"Oh damn," she moaned as she sat up in the chair, her fingers coated in her own juices. She glanced at her fingers, seeing the sticky wetness all over her hand. It had been intense but she knew that there would be more to come. Snapping out of it, she glanced up to see that the pocket of trapped sperm had began to bulge out heavily just below the mechanical clamp. Weakly, she sat up in the chair and slowly turned the TENS unit back down till it was off. Using only the clean gloved hand, she undid the lead lines of the TENS unit and got them out of the way. Carefully and with the one hand, she removed the clamp from one tube and watched as several large globs of thick white cream flowed freely from the slave's soft cock. She then released the other clamped tube, seeing the same results with it. The globs of cum dripped erotically from the foreskin covered head and out onto the paper towels, forming into a thick puddle. 

"Damn hun, I never suspected that you'd put out that much under these circumstances. But that is the point of research, to find out what different results will come out of which scenarios. And you just proved a big one. Hate to tell you this, but I don't see that your efforts are going to do me any good. It's not that often that I get to work with total exposure," she said with a laugh. "I do have to admit that you helped me have a very good orgasm. For that, I'm going to let you cum some more," she said with a grin. As before, the slave didn't respond. 

"I hope you don't mind, but there is one more thing that you can do for me. I have never gotten the chance to feel or measure the penile root, all the way up inside of a male patient. So, since you're here, I'm here, and you're surgically opened as you are, I'm going to take a quick measurement? I'll try and keep it as painless as possible," she said with a grin. She knew that her fingers inside of him would be somewhat uncomfortable, if not painful for him. He was unconscious, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't feel it. With this much manual examination, he would probably be pretty sore tomorrow. But that would be ok, since she would be doing the follow-up exam on him. 

As many times as she had measured the male root, it has always been done on the outside of the skin. She would use her right hand, thumb and middle finger. In this technique, she would push up into the sack of the male slave, and using her fingers, encircle the lower base of the slave's cock, the penile root, where it was deeply embedded, just below the pubic bone. She had measured enough males that she could accurately estimate their root thickness, and use those measurements in a research correlation between root thickness and actual thickness. This would be a first, by going inside the male. 

"Just relax and hold very still," she said with a grin. In the restrained and open position that he was in, he couldn't have moved if he wanted to. She quickly changed to a new pair of sterile gloves as she stepped out from between his legs.

"Ok, just relax," she said as she bent over the male while standing at his side. Using her right hand, she gently pushed her thumb and middle finger up into the incision site. She had only cut a small opening into the sack and would have to use that area carefully. She knew that the thin skin would tear or stretch if she got too rough with it. Stretching or tearing it would render it almost impossible to appear normal, in the process of suturing him back up. She also could feel her sexual arousal beginning to climb, just knowing that she was about to enter the male. 

"Here we go," she said softly as she eased her fingertips into the opening in the slave's sack. She was able to get both fingers inside, feeling how warm and slick the inside of his sack was. Her pussy actually went into a spasm as she looked down and watched her fingers skillfully entering the scrotal sack. "Too bad you're not conscious to see this. I think that you'd really appreciate what I'm doing to you. And then maybe you wouldn't," she said with a laugh. She eased her fingers in deeper till they couldn't go any farther. Using the palm and heel of the same hand, she pushed on the ball less sack, careful not to pinch the exposed tubes that hung limply from the incision site. By collapsing the sack back toward the slave's torso, she was able to get her fingers farther and farther into the unconscious male. 

"And me without my camera," she said with a laugh as she struggled to get her fingers farther into the unconscious male. She envisioned herself, bent over the male; her fingers firmly embedded several inches up into his genital region. She had been somewhat in this situation before, but that was only while performing actual surgery on injured or damaged males. During those times, she was trying to save their genital or sexual functions. This time, she was doing the procedure purely for her own sexual excitement and satisfaction. She found it sexually riveting.

"If you didn't have so much sack I'd be there right now," she said as she struggled to keep her fingers inside without tearing the incision site. Using her left hand, she pressed the heel of her hand down flat on the slave's pubic bone, her thumb and forefinger holding his cock up and out of the way of her right hand. Pressing down on the pubic bone forced the internal organs to bulge outward, against her invading fingers.

"Ahh, now there we go," she said as she felt the inside fleshy section of his cock move downward into her finger's grasp. Her right hand thumb and middle finger immediately curled upward, encircling the thick fleshy root. She held it for several moments, feeling the thickness of it. Being soft, the root felt thick and spongy, as it should be. Her fingers felt around the thick base for as far as she could reach. With the testicles outside of the sack and out of the way, she could press the sack almost flat against his torso. In this case, it was just loose skin. 

"Well, I can tell you that you're as endowed on the inside, as you are the outside. That's good. A good thick solid base helps support a cock like yours," she said with a grin. She slowly eased her fingers back a little bit, feeling the internal underside of his cock till her fingers reached the actual outer base of his cock. She slowly slid her fingers out of the deflated sack with a squishy 'slurp'. 

"Well, it seems that you are healthy, or at least your reproductive system is healthy," she said glancing up at him. She quickly examined the incision site and could see that she had not caused any tearing or damage. "Well, let's get you all back together and sewn up and then we can have some real fun together. I'm starting to think that an unconscious slave isn't as much fun as a conscious one. But then again, if you were conscious right now, you'd probably be freaking out." She reached over to the surgical tray and moved the suture kit up closer. She opened it by peeling back the plastic wrap and checked to make sure everything was there. She took more sterile gauze and soaked it in Betadine, then swabbed the open incision site. Satisfied that the site was clean, she changed gloves one last time. 

The closing procedure was a lot quicker than the opening procedures. She poured saline solution over the two exposed balls and vas deferens. While still dripping wet, she gently picked up the right ball and held it while her other hand pulled the soft sack back away from the slave's torso. Using one finger, she pulled open the incision site and then placed the top end of the right ball up against the incision site. Gently, she was able to partially push it back inside, careful to get the vas deferens inside first. Feeding the thick tube back into the collapsed sack, she then used her other hand to stretch the sack outward, giving the returning ball a place to settle into. Holding the sack tightly, she forced the ball to slip back inside the sack. She then did the same with the other ball. 

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said with a grin. She gently cradled the now once again full sack with her left hand while her right fingertips gently pushed and prodded the two huge balls inside the sack, making sure to get them settled properly. She was also more than attentive to making sure that the right ball went to the right side of the sack and the left ball to the left side. Crossing the thick tube or twisting it could easily result in testicular torsion. She had actually treated several males with testicular torsion after their rough treatment by overly aggressive female owners. None of those cases came out favorably for the male slave. 

Carefully, Dr Lynn used both hands to cradle the thick sack, gently bouncing it up and down in an attempt to get both balls to settle amongst the long thick tubes of the vas deferens. Satisfied that everything was in its correct position, she stepped back and examined the incision site. There was a tiny bit of irritation to the actual incision mark but no sign of any swelling as yet. She would have to suture the slave quickly before any swelling started. Swelling would definitely make the suturing more difficult and would more than likely, leave some scarring. She quickly dabbed an antiseptic ointment all around the incision site and then used forceps to close and hold the two flaps of skin together, closing the incision. 




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"Ok, this is going to sting a little," she said as she pulled the small suture needle from the package and opened it. She was using a small gauge needle, in order to keep the puncture marks to a minimum. Since she had made the incision perfectly down the scrotal seam, if she did the suture correctly, there would be no sign of any scarring where she had entered him. 

Within a matter of minutes, she had put in 4 tiny stitches, expertly closing the incision site. Removing the forceps, she then dabbed on another small amount of antiseptic cream to combat any risk of infection. She wasn't too worried about infection, since Dr Sherry had already pumped him full of antibiotics.

"There you go hun. That is the best medical examination that I can offer. You can't just go into any doctor's office and get that kind of treatment. As of right now, we can rest assured that you are perfectly healthy, at least down there. And in your case, you are definitely a very healthy male," she said with a laugh as she leaned down closer and examined the incision site. With the exception of the tiny stitches and an angry redness to the actual incision site, everything else looked to be completely normal. There was even a small amount of pre cum dripping from the slave's cock head. She knew exactly what that was: his subconscious working on him as she examined and played with his genitals. Even unconscious, he was mentally aware of being fondled and toyed with. He couldn't help but become aroused. 

"Well, I've had about enough of this talking to myself. Besides, this is almost boring. I think that it's time to wake you up and really enjoy your talents. Dr Sherry says that you are talented, or something to that affect. I'd like to see just what you've got. Besides, now that we've got your real exam out of the way, I want to see just how good that cock is working. I have a few ideas on how you might be of assistance to me, physically, sexually and business wise. I think that you and I are going to become very close," she said smiling as she stepped over to her bag. She could already see an aspect to the endowed slave that might make her and Dr Sherry a lot of money.



The New Slave Ch. 66



Chapter 66, Dr Lynn Continues her Sexual Research

Dr Lynn quickly cleaned everything up around the surgical platform, wiping down the small amount of blood and disposing of the soiled towels and gauze. She also disposed of all the implements that she had just used, surgical tools to a nearby sink and disposables into the trash. Within a few minutes, it appeared that nothing had changed from when she first entered the room, with the exception of 4 small sutures that held the slave's ball sack together. Other than that, she was ready to continue with her research. 

Her first goal upon being called to Dr Sherry's facility was not research, but in regards to an injured male slave. With his injuries thoroughly examined and all of the genital injuries treated, she was now able to spend her time enjoying what she enjoyed most... the slave's body and its sexual functions. Dr Lynn was well versed in male sexuality and functioning. She had become such an expert in the field of reproductive medicine that she frequently was called upon, all across the country to give lectures on her research. Most of the time, the female doctors found her lectures and power point presentation to be more arousing, than boringly educational. She was a popular speaker. The pictures that accompanied her lectures were even more popular. She found it interesting that her fellow female doctors enjoyed so much the pictures of healthy, endowed and very erect male slaves. 

"I think that it's about time that you woke up and became involved in our little play time here. You might be a little sore at first, but I can guarantee that I will coax some surprisingly large amounts out of that depleted sperm supply. And if you and I can't coax it out, I can always force it out," she said, heavily emphasizing the word force. She quickly went over to a scrub sink and easily found the sterile towels. Cleaning herself up, she put one towel under the hot water and soaked it, then rung it out. She carried it back over to the still unconscious slave and quickly cleaned his genitals, taking away the last evidence that she had done anything with him. Besides, she preferred playing with a clean slave, rather than one that had sperm or blood on him. The blood didn't bother her at all, but she did prefer a clean cock, if she was to play with it. Disposing of the wet towels, she found a clean sheet and placed it over him, discretely covering only the lower half of his body. 

"I bet that your cock would like to cum just to make sure that your balls are still healthy and functioning, wouldn't it?" she said with a laugh. "No problem. We're going to have you cumming a lot before we're done." She quickly looked around the room and made sure that everything was tidied up and that no surgical evidence was obviously displayed. Part of that was for the slave's mental benefit and part of it was for Dr Sherry's benefit. Dr Lynn knew that her friend and colleague would not be too thrilled with one of her male slaves being opened up like over ripened fruit. But she also knew that she could easily explain why the procedure had been performed and its necessity. She wasn't worried about that. She also knew that before she was through with the slave, she would convince Dr Sherry of her value in the facility's future work and would also have this male slave lined up for her own personal use, on a very regular basis. He had been more than entertaining while unconscious, and Dr Lynn suspected that he might be even more entertaining when conscious and alert. 

"Ok, it's time for you to wake up and show me your stuff. Actually I should rephrase that. I've already seen your stuff and it's some very healthy stuff. I want to see how well you can do when you're conscious," she said with a grin as she went over to her own medical bag and took out a new syringe and a vial. Loading the syringe, she walked back over to Ross and quickly injected him with a stimulant that would counteract the sedative that he had been given. She stepped back away from him and secreted the syringe in her lab coat pocket. She stood watching him for a moment when he suddenly jerked awake. 

"Well, hello," she said softly as she stood next to him at the exam table, her eyes locked onto his. 

"I must have drifted off," Ross said as he blinked his eyes and shook off the drowsy feeling in his head. Within seconds, he was wide-awake and alert. He glanced around the room, a confused look on his face. "I really must have drifted off. Dr Sherry and Rachel were just here. What happened? I feel like I've been sleeping for days," he said as he looked at Dr Lynn in confusion.

"Nothing happened. You just woke up. How do you feel?" she said sincerely. She couldn't help but notice that he returned her gaze, intently. She also noticed that his interest in her was instant. 

"A little groggy, but I'm getting over it. I feel pretty good compared to how I felt a little while ago. Or at least I think it was a little while ago. How long have I been out?" he asked, the confusion obvious in his expression. 

"Just for a little while. I'm Dr Lynn, one of your physicians. You look kind of confused. Dr Sherry and Rachel were here with you but Dr Sherry called me in as a specialist. She wanted to make sure that you were ok and it just happened to be in an area that I specialize in. Do you remember what happened?"

"Sure, but I remember that I didn't feel too good just a little while ago. I feel great now. Those must have been some powerful drugs," Ross said glancing around the room.

"No, no drugs. The only thing that they gave you was an IV for fluids, a powerful dose of antibiotics, and a very mild sedative. I'm sure that you're feeling a lot better, thanks to the fluids. You were really dehydrated. The dehydration would make you feel really bad. But that's under control now and here we are," she lied with sincere smile. 

"You're a specialist. Do I need a specialist?" Ross asked, a worried look coming over his face.

"No, now that I have checked you. But with the possible injuries that you had suffered, she called me in to make sure that everything was where it was suppose to be and not damaged. And now that I have examined you, I can say that you are definitely healthy and everything is in good shape. And you do happen to have a very good shape. Now we just want to make sure that everything is functioning as it should," she said with a grin. She leaned closer to the exam table and put her hand on his covered upper thigh. Her eyes never left his eyes. He didn't fail to notice her hand placement. 

Ross was immediately struck with her beauty. She was absolutely stunning. She was small and petite, her long black hair framing her face and her eyes. Her deep bright blue eyes were literally mesmerizing. She was one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen. Even after the draining sexual episodes of the past several days, he could feel a stirring between his legs that surprised him. All of this and he hadn't even seen what was under the lab coat that covered almost all of her. That didn't even matter to him at the moment; her eyes were enough to keep him fascinated with her. That and the fact that her hand was slowly moving up his inner thigh. She kept her eyes locked on his eyes. 

"We really need to make sure that you are functioning as you should be. Dr Sherry would be upset if you lost any function or any of your ability," she said with a big smile. She was waiting to see if he complained of any pain as his arousal began to kick in. 

"I'm not sure if my functions, as you call it, are capable right now," he said seriously. 

"Do you remember what all happened to you?" 

"Sure. I was dehydrated, not knocked out. No head wounds, no injury to the head, no blurred vision or spots, no black outs or anything like that," he explained. 

"Why don't you fill me in on the details," she said, her hand stopping where it was. She wanted to hear what had happened, in his words. She wanted all of the explicit details. Or at least the ones that were important to her aroused curiosity. She enjoyed playing with male slaves, but she also enjoyed arousing stories about them. 

"Well, I had been taken to Mistress Francesca's for a performance. She had me perform for her guests and then I was with a woman for the rest of the evening and night. When I left the Mistress' estate..." he said before she interrupted him.

"You know what details I want to hear," she said with a smile. "It's those kinds of details that will help me properly diagnose you," she said softly.

"You mean the sexual parts?" he asked softly, almost embarrassed. He was more than taken in by Dr Lynn's beauty, but he was also embarrassed to be telling her the details of the past few days. Not knowing her, he didn't want to sound crude or vulgar to her. He didn't know her, but he already liked her; he didn't want to spoil anything with all of the sordid details. Ross had learned years ago, that some women liked hearing the details and some didn't. 

"Precisely. It's those sexual details that tell me what exactly happened to you. You do know that you have an infected bite mark on the underside of your penis," she said seriously.

"Yes, I know," he said, his face blushing red. She was a doctor, she would be familiar with hearing these details, but he was still embarrassed. If she weren't so attractive, it would have been easier to explain the details to her. 

"I want the sexual details, beginning the day that you were delivered to Mistress Francesca's estate," she said casually as if asking for the time of day or directions to a location. To Ross, there was not even a hint as to interest in her face. She almost looked bored as she listened to him. After all, she was a doctor, he thought to himself.

"Well, I was prepped for that evening's rental by two of Dr Sherry's prep girls. I guess that you could say that they were a little bit rough. But there were no injuries or anything done to me that actually did any damage."

"How many times did you cum and how much total," she asked straight forward with not even a blink.

"Uhhh, two times and both were quite a lot in amount. They were trying to reduce my sperm amount, which was supposed to reduce my arousal level. When I arrived at Mistress Francesca's estate, I did one show with one of her female sex slaves and came pretty hard once again. After the show, I was taken to one of her guest's room and cum two more times," he said, his face getting redder and redder. Dr Lynn was enjoying his discomfort, and it was exactly what she wanted to hear about. Her own arousal was beginning to climb upward.

"So you're saying that you orgasmed 5 times in a period of a couple of hours?" 

"Yes."

"You said that you orgasmed twice from prep girls and then hard with the Mistress's sex slave, why was that one different?" she asked seriously.

"That time was inside of her and without a condom," he replied as he lowered his eyes away from her persistent stare. 

"Hummm. Why inside of her and without protection?" she asked.

"The Mistress told her audience that they were going to see a slave impregnate her fem slave which was supposed to excite the audience more, but I don't think that was going to happen," he answered as his face got redder. 

"You don't think which would happen, the impregnation or the audience getting aroused?" she asked quickly.

"Oh, the audience was more than excited to watch this type of show. I don't think that she can get pregnant and I don't think that Mistress Francesca really wanted that either. The audience loved it."

"Ok, I see what you mean. Did anyone do anything to you that hurt or was painful to you?" she asked seriously.

"Most of the prep work was somewhat painful, there was a lot of pulling and twisting, and squeezing. But that type of stuff has been done before and was never a problem," he answered quietly. Ross was not the type to brag, and the more that he told Dr Lynn about the events, the more that he thought it sounded like bragging. He didn't like the tone of his own words. Dr Lynn did, finding them informative and more than arousing.

"But even after the rough prep work, you had orgasms?"

"Yes, three more times," he answered, embarrassed. She watched his face closely.

"And what about the amounts?" she asked.

"Quite a bit, but that was probably because of what I was doing and then whom I was with," he answered honestly.

"The who and the why aren't important. But you do say that you were continuing to put out heavy, large amounts?" she asked.

"Yes, each time. There was reduction in the amount, but still quite a bit," This was the information that she was wanting. She wanted to know about amounts and how many times. She didn't care about who did what or this girl or that girl. 

"Go on, then what happened?" she said.

"That night, when I was waiting for Dr Sherry's security at Mistress Francesca's place, I was kidnapped by two women and they both took turns with me. That was when I was bitten by one of them. I had two orgasms, sizable but less in amount. Is that what you're wanting to hear about?" he asked, now fully embarrassed by having to tell this gorgeous doctor all the details. To make matters worse, her unbelievably blue eyes never left his. It was as if she was peering right into him. 

"Yes, exactly. Did you receive any injuries during this time, besides the bite?" she asked seriously.

"They were rough with me," he said hesitantly, more embarrassed.

"Did either of them do anything to your balls or penis that could explain any damage that you might have?" she asked, an impatient look on her face. With her demeanor, Ross had no idea that she was enjoying every moment of the conversation. She could feel her pussy beginning to become more and more excited, a definite swell starting in her vaginal lips as they became more engorged. The juices were already flowing from the earlier medical sex. Now her sexual parts were beginning to beg for some attention. 

"Well, they were rough and that was when I got the bite, but nothing else. When they were finished, I think that they just dumped me in the canyons," he explained.

"Ok, go on," she urged him.

"I was out in the middle of nowhere for 3 days and then captured by two slave hunters. They had me for an evening and a night, handcuffed to a tree. They weren't that rough but they did me three times. One of them used a Taser on me when they first caught me," he added.

"Did the Taser discharge get anywhere near your balls?" she asked with mock concern. Since she had already examined his balls, she knew that there was nothing wrong. The Taser's electrical discharge would have left obvious burn marks on his skin.

"No, not at all. They were just rough, nothing else happened."

"So you're telling me that you had 7 orgasms in one night, all of which were large amounts?" she asked.

"The first ones were. Then they got less and less with each time."

"I would think so," she said with a laugh. Dr Lynn didn't consider seven times in one night a great accomplishment. It was very good but not legendary. What was interesting to her was the description of the amounts. Heavy amounts were what Dr Lynn was very interested in. "Then you were in the canyons for 3 days with no sex, then captured and had 3 more orgasms?" she asked looking at him.

"Well, I wouldn't call it rest but the amounts were very abundant."

"Describe what you mean by abundant," she insisted.

"Well, there was a lot, each time. It was thick and heavy. I think the word you want to hear is motile. The amounts were very motile," he answered. He looked at her both embarrassed and confused. She wanted more and more detail and seemed to really enjoy hearing the graphic descriptions.

"Thick? What color was it?" she asked, her eyes staring through him. "Was it whitish, milky, or clear?" she added.

"It was white. Almost all white," he answered. She just stood there smiling. What she wanted to know was what the amount of pre cum versus the amount of actual sperm. Since he described it as being almost all white, that indicated a heavy amount of actual sperm. She now knew that he was very potent. 

"So what you're telling me is that you orgasmed 10 times over a period of four days, and that was with 3 days rest in the middle? That isn't that impressive. Any male could do that," she said as her hand began to move up his inner thigh again. It wasn't impressive but what she wanted to know was the amounts of sperm that he was producing. She had already surmised that he was an over producer. All of this confirmed for her, that he could handle the larger demands that might be made on his reproductive organs. 

"I didn't say that it was impressive. You were asking me to tell you about it," he said angrily. He hated the thought that it might sound like bragging, but she had wanted to hear it. 

"Relax. I'm not being mean to you. I was just commenting. Besides, it sounds like a very good amount, for an older male," she said with a grin. She actually was impressed with the first day's amounts but the three days of rest told her that he could continue to produce large amounts, continuously. He would be perfect for her research. Her teasing him was more of a challenge than a tease. He didn't say anything. She also liked the idea that he was embarrassed in talking to her. She was more than bored with males bragging on their abilities. She was use to males bragging on their potency or their size. This was something that she heard on a daily basis, in her lab. Ross' behavior and embarrassment was refreshing to her. 

"None of that was my own choosing. I don't exactly get to pick and chose whom I am with. I'm told what to do and who to do it with," he said quietly. His cheeks had turned blood red. 

"Good, then we agree on that. Since you're a performer, I want you to perform for me, now! I want to see that abundant amount of seed. Besides, I need to run some tests on your ball function and it would be perfect timing to see just what you can pump out of those monster nuts of yours," she said with a smile as she began to slowly unfold the sheet off of his waist line. She folded the sheet back, down to below his knees, exposing his cock and balls. She stood for several moments, looking over the soft flaccid genitals. She could feel him staring at her, watching her closely. She immediately knew that he was interested in her. After all of the past years with male patients, she could pretty well identify which ones wanted her and which ones just wanted the sex. 

"It looks pretty limp right now. Lets see if it can wake up as fast as you did," she said glancing up at him for the first time after folding the sheet back. He looked away, across the room. To her it was obvious that he was embarrassed. She found that strange for a slave that was being used sexually, as much as he was. It was also a different response than she was use to seeing in male slaves. She was beginning to like this slave a lot. 

"You have really dark tan lines for a slave," she said seriously as if it was the first time that she was seeing him. She could actually see his cheeks flush again with embarrassment. He did have a very small white area of skin; the rest of him being dark tanned. Just his pubic area and cock and balls were white skinned. 

"I'm an entertainment slave. The doctor requires that all of the entertainment slaves are tan and healthy. She says that it makes us more 'marketable'. It even applies to the female slaves," he replied softly, still looking away. 

"Well, you're obviously very healthy," she said as her fingertips lightly touched his foreskin covered soft cock. Without looking, she could actually feel the thick organ twitch from sexual excitement. She began to gently rub just the foreskin-covered head. She also noticed that it responded very quickly to her touch. He sighed deeply as his head tilted back on the pillow, his eyes closing. Medically, it was a very good sign of his impending recovery. She smiled at him but he wasn't looking at her. She continued to watch his face as her fingers gently rubbed the quickly thickening organ. Within a few seconds he was fully thickened and beginning to quickly lengthen. "Very healthy it would appear," she said again with a grin. Opening his eyes, he was now watching her closely. Her fingers didn't stop. 




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She stopped rubbing him momentarily, her eyes focused on the meaty organ that she now held in her small hand. It was huge and thick, qualities that she enjoyed, whether it was a patient or some much needed personal pleasure of her own. Her fingers couldn't go all the way around it. She gently grasped the base of his cock and began to rub it in soft short strokes. Within seconds she could hear the wet sounds of the pre cum as it collected all around the thick foreskin. With his legs still up in the stirrups and spread wide, he could do nothing but lay back and allow her manual exploration of his body. She continued to rub him gently, her fingers barely holding the thickened shaft.

"You're going to make me cum," he moaned softly, his eyes now closed.

"I know," she said with a big smile. She would occasionally glance down to see the large cock's progress. He was rock hard, the foreskin stretched back as the head protruded outward, thick and flared. "Do you want me to finish you?" she asked softly.  

"Yes," he moaned, his hips beginning to push upward softly as much as he could while being restrained. 

"I don't think that it would take much, in your case," she said, her eyes locked on his face. She slowed down the soft rubbing, coming to a complete stop within a few moments. She let go of the pulsing cock, knowing that he was close to cumming. He gasped as she completely let go of him. "Sorry hun, but I don't think that I'm properly dressed for what I'm sure is going to be a sizable response. Based on my medical and personal experience, I have a feeling that you're going to get very messy. Just hold on for a moment while I change. This isn't what I would normally wear during a treatment or a procedure," she said as she quickly removed her business jacket and tie. She carefully folded them and put them out of the way on the nearby exam table.

"Just give me a minute and we'll continue with your procedure," she said with a smile. She reached up and began unbuttoning her dress blouse, exposing the black lace push-up bra that barely contained her breasts. She stepped back away from the exam table and unzipped the short skirt. Stepping out of it, Ross could see her long tapered legs, shapely hips and the matching black lace v-string panty that she was wearing. All during this time, she continued to watch Ross closely, a slight smile on her face. She placed the skirt on the table with her suit coat and then opened her medical bag. Reaching inside, she took out a set of folded clean surgical scrubs. She was still wearing panty hose and the tiny almost nothing panties. She turned and looked at Ross as she reached back and undid the bra, her breasts spilling out, and her nipples already hard and erect. Her breasts were indeed gorgeous, creamy colored skin, dark pink nipples that were large and erect. It was obvious to Ross that she was at least as aroused as he was. 

"I take it that you like what you see?" she asked softly, glancing between his legs at the rock hard cock that bobbed up above him. She relaxed and sat back against the other exam table, pulling one shapely leg up to her chest, taking her time as she undid the tie straps of her high heels. She could see that his interest was directed toward her legs and hips. 

"Yes, very much. You are gorgeous," he said as he continued to watch her undress. She slowly removed the other high heel and placed both of them on the exam table. She then stepped into a pair of surgical scrub bottoms, cinching them up at her waist so that they hung limply from her shapely hips. She made no effort to pull them up, allowing them to hang seductively low off of her hips, the front barely above her pubic bone. She then reached into her bag and took out a pair of tennis shoes, quickly putting them on to avoid the clinic's bare floor. She then smiled at him and unfolded the scrub top, placing it on the exam table for when she was ready for it. She had found many procedures ago, that it was more arousing for both her and the slave, if she remained bare breasted during the procedure. She also found that it was easier to clean up sperm from her bare breasts, rather than all over her scrubs. Her breasts were one part of her that she was more than proud of, and with good reason. 

"Does this help you any?" she purred as she stepped back over to Ross' exam table, her eyes glancing down at his cock that was still erect and leaking a steady stream of pre cum. The head was fully coated in the clear thick fluid. 

"Very much," he moaned as he watched her take up a position between his outstretched legs. She quickly put on another pair of surgical gloves.

"Now, after the past few days of your sexual escapades, lets see if there's anything left in there for your doctor," she said as her left hand slowly crept up under and around his balls. She gently grasped the soft sack and squeezed, careful to avoid the fresh incision wound. She watched him carefully and noted that he did grimace slightly, but his erection remained hard and rigid. He wasn't feeling the fresh incision enough to slow down his sexual arousal. If he was, he wasn't complaining about it. 

"I think that we need to check your functioning," she said with a smile as her right hand gently grasped his cock head and foreskin, immediately becoming coated in the excess of pre cum. She smeared her hand around the swollen head and coated it liberally in the thick clear fluid. Within seconds the sloshy sounds were back again as her hand began to gently rub him. She glanced up at him, seeing that his eyes were trained on her exposed breasts. She just grinned. She had seen this same response in males over and over in her lab. It just confirmed what she already knew, that her breasts were one of her many assets. She also was aware that her bared breasts helped make the patient more responsive to her procedures, and in most cases, more productive. 

"I don't think this will take very long," she said as she continued to rub the rock hard organ. He moaned softly and began to move his hips in time with her hand movements. In a few moments, he began to breath hard, immediately followed by short quick pants. She just smiled and watched him, her hand moving slowly as she coaxed his balls to tighten up more and more. She knew that the incision site in his balls would cause some discomfort as the skin tightened up getting closer to orgasm. She wanted to see just how much. So far, he didn't even seem to notice that he had 4 brand new sutures in his already swollen and over stuffed sack. 

"Can you cum for me?" she said softly almost innocently, watching his face. Her hand was still moving slowly. She wasn't in any hurry. She had already removed two sizable loads from him, careful to not desensitize his cock. Her previous attention to his sex organs had been to over stimulate his balls, causing him to cum. But it shouldn't have affected the sensitivity to his cock. Obviously she had done it well because he was quickly approaching an orgasm with minimum effort on her part. 

"Yes," he gasped as his legs began to strain against the ankle restraints. With his arms and legs being restrained, his hips were pushing up as hard as he could. This gorgeous woman was about to empty his balls. He could do nothing to stop it and he didn't want to either. "Yes," he groaned again, thrusting upward hard one last time. 

"Very good, that's very good," she said as she saw the first thick rope-like spurt shoot from his swollen cock head. She slowed down her rubbing even more and continued to watch as several more heavy spurts came out of the pulsing cock. As before, the sperm was thick, white and creamy, indicating a heavy percentage of sperm. She smiled and watched as her hand continued to very gently rub him, her gloves coated in the thick mess. She had been careful to slightly tilt his cock back upward as he was cumming, in order to keep the warm fluids from getting on his balls. She knew that he would probably feel a slight stinging sensation if the sperm was to reach the fresh incision site. The sperm flowed for several moments, forming large puddles on his stomach and chest. 

"All finished hun?" she asked softly as her gloved hand came to a stop, still gently grasping the pulsing rigid meat, squeezing it slightly. Besides finding him handsome and definitely endowed, Dr Lynn knew that this patient was possibly going to make her rich. She wanted to be as nice as possible to him. Besides, he was causing her pussy to twitch and her sexual fluids were now starting to accumulate. She could feel a definite warm sticky feeling in her panties. He was going to be a very good slave and take care of her problem very shortly. 

"Oh gahhhhh," he moaned as she gently finished him, her hand now gently squeezing his cock in a gentle pulsing motion. Feeling him going soft in her hand, she gently lay the softening cock down on his lower belly. He had orgasmed enough that the thick fluid had run down his sides and was dripping onto the exam table in thick puddles below him. 

"That even looked like it felt good," she said with a big smile. She found it odd that she was actually enjoying masturbating this slave. She always found it pleasurable to masturbate slaves, but this time, it was watching his sheer pleasure, that she found enjoyable and more than arousing. Her own pleasure would be coming very quickly. This slave was definitely creating some different feelings in her. 

"That was unbelievable," Ross said through a raspy voice. He was trying to catch his breath. His cock had grown soft but the affect of the intense orgasm was still obvious in his body language and the more than obvious physical evidence all over his stomach and chest. Even Dr Lynn, use to seeing heavy amounts from her research subjects, was impressed by the sheer amount that had been taken out of him. 

"Do you always put out this much?" she asked seriously. She was amazed at the thick creamy puddles that were all over his chest and stomach, from her well-aimed masturbation. She casually ran her fingers through the gooey mess, lifting them up to closely examine the creamy reproductive fluid. She pretended to study the fluid on her fingertips, as if it was the first time she had seen his cum. "Thick and creamy, it's definitely a highly potent batch of sperm. You do seem to have excellent reproductive organs," she said with a grin as she looked back at him. 

"I've always had heavy orgasms. Most women don't like it, but I definitely do," he said as his breathing began to return to normal. 

"Well, now you know a doctor that absolutely loves abundant orgasms. When you cum, it might as well be abundant, for your sake and for mine," she answered. She quickly went over to the cabinet and retrieved fresh towels, running them under hot water in order to clean up the slave. He watched her every move, more than aroused by the way the scrub bottoms hung so low off of her hips. She was definitely a very sexual creature. She not only looked sexy, she exuded sex from every pore of her gorgeous lithe body. He also noticed that her nipples were still painfully erect, engorged and hardened. He wondered if other areas of her body were as responsive as her nipples appeared to be. 

"You said that you were an entertainment slave. Has Dr Sherry ever used you for breeding purposes?" she asked straight forward. 

"Breeding?" he said with a smirk. "She hasn't but I have heard some talk about it. I don't know if I would make much of a 'breeder'. I am a little older than most of the studs that I've heard about. I don't think that I'd have very many women interested in me, for breeding," he said with a laugh. 

"Oh, you're definitely wrong there. I have no doubt as to why the doctor might use you for breeding. I have a long list of women that I'm treating, that would pay high dollar for breeding sperm like this. To say that you're abundant would be an understatement," she said with a smile as she continued to examine the white cream on her gloved fingers. "And it's not just the sperm. I have no doubt that they would more than enjoy your manner of delivery, not to mention your abilities as an entertainment slave. The breeding and the entertainment sort of go hand in hand," she said laughing. He just looked at her, a surprised expression on his face.

"I appreciate the compliment, I think. But what makes me a breeding slave. I know enough about human biology to know that sperm levels decrease as you get older. From what I've heard around here, I'm a rarity compared to all of the young studs that the doctor purchases at auction."

"Oh, don't sell yourself short. Those over productive balls of yours are bigger than most horses' balls, not to mention the sheer volume of your ejaculate. I could make a fortune just selling your sperm." 

"Are you personally interested in breeding," he asked with a grin.

"Not the end result for me personally, but I'm definitely interested in the practice and the methods," she quickly answered. She smiled at him. They were both thinking the exact same thing. 

"Well, we still have quite a bit of work to do on you, and on me," she added quickly with a grin. "If you're up to it," she added. 

"For you? In your case I'm more than up to it. Just tell me what you would like," he said sincerely. He wanted more of this doctor and she definitely wanted more of him. He had been completely out of it only 45 minutes before, but now he felt invigorated. He was already feeling aroused as he watched her walk around the room bare breasted. He couldn't decide if it was just her bare breasts, or the way the scrubs looked on her. Either way, he wanted to continue with her exam on him. 

"I'm developing a new method of sperm extraction that will help in women that are trying to get pregnant. In examining you and in what I've seen come out of you, I have a feeling that you could be a perfect candidate for my new research. I also think that you'd find it very exciting work," she said with extra emphasis on the word exciting. He didn't miss her disguised intent.

"Working with you, I'd be more than happy with that arrangement. Where do I sign up?" he said with a laugh.

"Hun, you're already signed up. I just have to get Dr Sherry to go along with it. I might need to borrow you for a day or two, in order to test out my toys. But for right now, there is another exam or two that I need to do. I do hope you're up to it," she said with a grin as her fingers found their way to his soft cock. She gently grasped it and squeezed slightly. He was soft but she knew that he was more than willing to accommodate her needs.

"Oh, with you, I'm up to it. Just tell me what you'd like," he said happily. 

"I'm sure that with your experience, you already know exactly what I'd like," she said with a grin. She squeezed the huge fleshy softness in her hand again, this time a little more urgently.



The New Slave



...to be continued...