3 comments/ 38498 views/ 4 favorites Trantor Series Ch. 1 By: Pyro Chapter 1: Lisa My girlfriend, Lisa, called me on the phone very early in the morning last summer and said that she had a surprise for me if I would drive her to her brother’s house. She also requested that I put on my "outfit" before picking her up. To give you a little background, Lisa and I are two people who found our sexual compatibility completely by accident. Neither of us liked the other at first. I was a political science major, that happened to be a history and theatre buff, working in a leather shop. Lisa thought I was kind of queer, designing sets and outfits for the theatre with my nose always in a book about medieval times when it wasn't plugged into my schoolbooks. I, on the other hand, thought she was a bit too wild. She was the consummate social butterfly; always partying, completely frivolous and constantly going after the "wrong" type of guy. She openly admitted that she was attending college only to get away from her parents and to have a good time. We had some mutual friends that caused us to bump into one another at several campus parties. I was shy and didn't have enough confidence to ask a beautiful girl like her for a date. I honestly believed that I could be better for her than a lot of the slugs that she dated, but I could never work up the nerve to say what I wanted to, the way I wanted when we were together. I finally got up my chance to ask her out when mutual friends introduced us at the student union building on campus we both attended. She turned me down then and also shot me down each time I asked her out after that. I'm tenacious, though, and I was absolutely infatuated with this woman, though I could never understand why! My luck didn't change until we attended a costume party in complementary outfits. I had always fantasized about being an evil and wicked knight that knew how to handle a woman, making her submit to him. It was part of this fantasy that drove me to purchase some materials from the shop I worked in and design this particular costume for the party. I put together an outfit of black, tight, vicious-looking leather that resembled a suit of armor, replete with facemask. I wore a long, blond wig with the outfit to complete the disguise. I had found out that Karen would come dressed as a slave, showing lots of skin between her strategically placed belts and slitted silk. When I arrived, I was pleased that no one actually recognized me. Her reputation, however, preceded her. Naturally, we were brought together immediately! Instead of telling her who I was, I growled and hooked a leash she wore on her belt into her collar as a joke and pulled her to me for a kiss. Surprisingly, she came forward willingly! It was electric! As her friends and mine hooted and hollered around us, I could feel the heat and arousal emerging between us as I bent to crush her mouth against mine. When we broke the kiss, she asked, "Who are you?" "Silence, bitch!" I growled in character, lowering my voice for disguise. This caused another hoot to go up from the crowd, but Lisa obeyed and bowed her head. When I moved away to get a drink, I took the loop of the leash in my hand and pulled her silently around the room. She followed and talked to me nervously, continually. She was hoping that I'd answer her so she could catch the sound of my voice and identify who I was. I refused to rise to her bait and kept the game going as long as I could. All around me, people would comment "Nice costume!” and “Who are you?” or “Is that Jon?" I would merely acknowledge with a yes-or-no nod of my head and let my captive follow in my wake. Once, I let go of the leash and went to the bathroom. When I came out, she had moved back into the crowd. I only had to look for a few moments until she saw me. She came up behind me and cried in a frantic voice "I'm sorry, Master!" I sighed and turned around to find this beautiful, frivolous and seemingly confident woman waiting for me with a desperate look on her face. I gathered her wrists in one hand and her neck in the other, kissing her hard for the second time. Lisa melted into me, touching the leather with her body. After we broke our kiss I secured her hands behind her and took hold of the leash that still hung from the collar leading her out back while those around us laughed and snickered knowingly. She followed me to a spot behind the garage and in some bushes for some privacy. While people partied not more than thirty feet away, I kissed her again. Without any hesitation, she slowly fell to her knees, kissing the leather of my outfit all along the way. Silently and obediently, she moved forward as if in a trance and mouthed the codpiece until I acquiesced and pulled out my cock. Right there in the open, behind a bush, in the yard of a friend, she gave me the best head of my life! Her mouth wrapped around the fleshy pole. I held her shoulders as she eased forward until my cock was buried halfway in her mouth. As she eased back, she looked me right in the eye until my cock was almost out of her mouth. I moved my hands to the front of her costume and squeezed her breasts. She smiled, begging quietly for my cock, so I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her forward again, shoving my hardness up against her lips just before she swallowed it. This time I felt the head nudge against the back of her throat. I gave an evil little laugh and held her there for a moment, feeling her stifling a gag. I reached down again and this time I took her nipples between my gloved hands and pinched them beneath the gauze-like material of her halter as I withdrew from her mouth. She moaned heavily and closed her eyes as my manhood slowly and wetly slid back, coming out of her mouth with a plop. I let go of her breasts and steadied her. "Do that again!" she moaned, closing her eyes and rubbing her breasts against my hand. She gave a little shriek as I tore at the thin material and bared her breasts. They swayed heavily in the open as I weighed them with my leather-clad palms. Lisa shivered at my touch in the sultry night air, sensuously absorbing the feel of the leather as it rubbed against her tender skin. I gave her breasts one last squeeze, eliciting a "Yes!' from her just before I captured her nipples and pulled her onto my cock again. At this point, I was as much into the role as she was and I wanted her to swallow it all, so I continued pulling on her nipples as I shoved my hard gristle as far into her throat as I could. I looked down and saw that she had an absolutely angelic look on her face, eyes closed, breasts thrust forward and her mouth stuffed with man meat! I pulled out again and felt her tongue play with the underside of my tool, making it tingle with delight. I began a slow steady rhythm and watched as her cheeks alternately puffed and caved as I slid in and out. Her moans and her tongue were working magic on me and I began to lose all control. Letting go of her nipples, I grabbed the hair on either side of her head and began fucking her mouth in earnest. It didn't take me long before I came with a growl and shot load after load down her willing throat. She swallowed every drop and licked my entire groin clean before I let her up. We tied her blouse together as best we could, the now-tight silk pushing her breasts up and almost flowing out of what little material covered them. She followed me for the rest of the evening, moving to the slightest tug, hands tied behind her back and a look of absolute devotion on her face. At the end of the party, when we all unmasked, she was shocked to find outs I was the same guy whose advances she had spurned for the last six weeks! Since that night, we've been together about two years. She loves being submissive to me and being my little sex slave without having to put up with a lot of macho bullshit from the assholes she used to date. Once I can afford to buy the leather shop from the old man I work for, we are going to get married. Until then, she is living on campus and I live rent-free (thanks to the old man) in a loft above the leather shop. Back to the story: When I arrived at her house, I asked about my surprise. All she said was, “You'll see when we get to my brothers place!" I knew that something was up, because she was wearing very loose, baggy clothing, yet sweating profusely in an air-conditioned car and had a mischievous look in her eye during the drive up. Her brother, I knew, was gone on one of his numerous business trips. The guy made a good deal of money, and had offered to help me buy the business where I worked. I was seriously thinking of taking him up on it, but I wasn't ready yet. His wife, Karen, was an absolute knockout on first sight. She was a part-time aerobics instructor, about 5' 3" and weighed maybe 100 lbs. She had long brown hair and a figure that drives guys to violence. Around me, though, she usually acted kind of stuck up, even though she and Lisa got along pretty well. We pulled into their driveway and Lisa had me drive all the way into the garage. I tried to grab my girl for a kiss, but she wasn't having any of that. When she jumped out of the car, I thought that the chase was on; but she just turned and told me as I exited the car, "Put your mask on, your surprise is out back" and slipped into the house and out of my sight. Sighing, I complied with her request, sweeping the wig up so that it fell over the mask top and hung down the sides. It was an improved version of the outfit I'd used to capture my lovely Lisa. The mask covers my forehead, eyes and nose and wraps around my head and under my chin, fitted in back by velcro. Reflective plastic covers my eye holes so that you can't tell if I'm staring at you. Altogether, the outfit has a very intimidating effect. While I'm not Fabio or Arnold, I keep myself in pretty good shape. However, the way that the leather is fitted together gives me the appearance of being taller and more muscular than I really am. It's lined and I fashioned the joints with a lot of give, so it is very comfortable to wear. Lisa says she gets wet just hearing it squeak when I move. I went into the house and found it empty. Lisa was on the patio, fixing us margaritas. "Where's Donald and Karen?" I asked. "Don is in Bangkok for the next two weeks on a business trip" Lisa told me. "Karen didn't go with him because he told her she couldn't go. I think it's because of the whores there." "What makes you think that?" I asked. Lisa took a sip of her drink before continuing. "Every time he goes there, they don't have sex for awhile. Last time he went, Karen found a Dr.'s bill in Dons' name. He was being treated for VD." "Oh." I replied. "Hey, wasn't he just there a few months ago?" "Yep. And Karen hasn't been fucked in almost three months!" "So, the stuck-up bitch is kinda horny now, eh?" I said, snickering. "Yea, you could say that!" laughed Lisa, "She's ready to fuck almost anyone. She jokingly said she'd almost fuck you!" We both laughed at that one! "But she doesn't really like you - as you," finished Lisa. "What do you mean?" "She thinks that I'm engaged to a boring, stick-in-the-mud art-pansy and that I could do better." "That bitch has a lot of nerve!" I said, just a little miffed. "Yeah," giggled Lisa again, "She asked me what I did to survive those lackluster nights in bed!" We both laughed at that one. Our nights together were anything but lackluster. However, neither of us told our parents of our little secret. It was with trepidation that I asked Lisa, "You didn't tell her about us, did you?" "Not exactly" was her reply. "I sort of told her about my Mr. Fantasy." "Your Mr. Fantasy?" I said, bewildered and a little hurt. "You, silly!" she laughed. "But she thinks I'm having an affair with the macho types that I used to go out with." "So, what does this all mean?" "Um." Lisa hesitated for a moment. "Remember all those nights I said I was studying anatomy and we couldn't get together?" "Yes." “Well," Lisa paused. "I wasn't exactly studying a book." "Huh?" "Initially I came over to console Karen," she began. "It sort of evolved into something else entirely." Lisa then proceeded to inform me that Karen was a lot like her sister in the sex department. Karen enjoyed being dominated, but also enjoyed dominating. She had seduced Lisa one night and had convinced Lisa to fix her up with one of her "affairs." Lis had returned the favor and had reversed the roles the next night. Lisa thought about the request, but didn't know anyone that would be as discreet as I would be. That is why she asked me to put on the outfit. "So," I asked, finishing my drink, "where is Karen?" "Out back." was all that Lisa coyly said. I went around the pool area and past the garden. As I stepped through the rose-covered archway that divided the garden from the back acreage, I looked out to a grove of trees about 60 yards away. Between two of the trunks was the figure of a woman in a tight, black dress, her arms and legs outstretched, evidently bound to those trunks by some rope! "Go on, she's waiting for you... Master!" whispered Lisa in my ear. Stunned, I made my way down the grassy slope. Quietly, Lisa reminded me of background. "Remember, she doesn't know who you are. She wants to play the game, though. Remember how you treated me on our first date, when we first met? Treat her like that!" Lisa was nervous about this, just like she was nervous at the party where we met. I wondered if she were also nervous about how she'd feel about seeing her sister being seduced by her lover. I hadn't reacted yet because I was too stunned by the current chain-of-events. Also, I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about it. I shook my head in wonder and concentrated on my feelings toward Karen. Getting even with the bitch-goddess in front of me had been a particularly powerful fantasy of mine. Lisa began to remind me of all the times Karen had turned a cold shoulder to my attempts to make friends. She had been rude and Don had called her on it a couple of times. I merely solved the problem by going to the other end of the house or leaving, usually to Lisa's tearful plea's to me to stay. Now, I could exact some revenge! As we got closer, I noticed that she was standing on some cinder blocks, wearing high, spiked heels, a tight sheath dress and was blindfolded. Over her ears were headphones, connected to a radio at her feet. Lisa walked up to her and Karen jumped when the headphones came off. "Where have you been, goddammit!" cried Karen. "I've been out here for hours!" "I brought you something, Karen!" said Lisa, smiling and patting hers cheek. That stopped Karens flow of complaints. Lisa removed the blindfold and motioned me to step into eyesight. Karen gasped when she saw me. "She's all yours, Master!" said Lisa, bowing to me dramatically. I grunted my acceptance and walked around her, my leather creaking sensuously. The bound woman followed me with her eyes, now wide with awe and fear. I was an unknown; an intimidating unknown. All she had to trust was her instinct that Karen couldn't bring in someone that would hurt her. I planned to play on that fear. I grabbed her face in my hand firmly as I examined her. Even in the cool of the morning, I had begun to sweat, part out of nervousness, part out of desire. Thankfully, it was still early morning and cool. As the day progressed, it would get stifling hot in this suit. I walked behind my captive and began running my gloved hands over her body. I could feel the stiffness of her nipples as I palmed the firm softness of her breasts. I ran my hands down her sides and to her hips. Her ass and legs were firm and well shaped. I ran my hand back up over her rounded stomach and back to her breasts, which elicited a moan. Again, I palmed her breasts as I bent forward and lightly bit her shoulder. She hissed as she sucked in air and laid her head back against me. I weighed the two globes in my hand, squeezing them slightly. Karen pushed backward and rubbed her ass against my leather-encased groin. She smelled of sweat, liquor, stale cigarettes and expensive perfume. Evidently, Lisa hadn't really been tired last night and they had gone out! I took some of the thick, brown curls in my left hand and pulled her head back roughly at the thought. A sharp intake of breath told me that it both hurt and excited my captive. The low cut of her dress afforded me a hint of her fine breasts as I looked down. I kissed and bit my way across her neck, watching the rise and fall of her cleavage as I squeezed her mounds together. She was breathing heavily and struggled to keep her balance in the heels as my hands roamed across her clad body. As I moved up and bit her earlobe, she moaned and turned to kiss me. "I did not give permission!" I hissed in an accent and pulled away from her. She cried out at the loss of my touch as I walked around the tree and came up in front of her and stared at her with sightless eyes. All she saw was her own fearful reflection. "Karen," came a husky voice from behind me, "obey him completely! Do nothing unless he or I tell you to, understand?" I turned and found Lisa sitting on a chair made from willow branches. What stunned me was the outfit she was wearing! It was made of thin, supple leather that was dyed black. In a way, it almost resembled the outfit that Michelle Pfeiffer wore as the Cat Woman in Batman. I got a hard-on immediately and wanted to take her right there and then, but she reminded me of the business at hand. I turned back to Karen and smiled. I had a few surprises of my own! I had added a few things to the outfit since Lisa had seen it last. I reached down and unsnapped a sheath and pulled out a large, long hunting knife, holding it's huge blade up so that Karen could see it. Lisa gasped also, but knew I wouldn't hurt her sister, so she made no moves or pleas. Karen stared at me and then at Lisa as I moved forward. I saw tears of fright as I ran the cool metal against her face, then moved the blade down her neck and into her cleavage. With a slow tug, I cut away the material with a sensual rip of clothing as the extremely sharp blade worked on the fabric of the dress. In short order, I sliced the entire front of the outfit open, revealing my slave in her sexy undergarments. "Do you have any idea how much that dress cost me?" she breathed, half delerious from lust and lack of sleep. I slapped her face hard with the back of my free hand. Her whole face reddened with embarrassment from the stinging blow. "I don't care, bitch!" I growled. "I warned you, Karen." came Lisa's voice. "Do nothing, say nothing unless told to!" I continued to explore her body with my leather clad palms. She shook as much from fright as she did from anticipation as my fingers crossed her erogenous zones. Her naked skin could now luxuriate in the feel of the leather that covered my hands. I moved them over the silky lace of her bra. I could just make out the color of her pale nipples through the shear material. I moved down her belly and then around her hips to her ass. I felt a rush of sexual excitement as my hands ran across the straps of her garter belt that held her nylons in place. I pulled up the straps of her tiny panties until they rode up the crack of her ass and into her crotch. Looking down, I could see a spot darkening around her mound as her juices began to flow out of her. I took a few steps closer and began to squeeze her asscheeks harder and harder, pulling them apart and pushing them together in slow, even motions, savoring their firmness and wondering how an ass could be so small and so perfect! Karen swooned forward and we kissed for the first time, her tongue battling mine, fighting to rub herself against me. I bit her lip and she pulled back, just enough for me to bring my left hand around and look down to watch it as it rubbed against her wet panties. Trantor Series Ch. 1 She looked at me pleadingly, but hesitated to say something. I continued to tease her, my leather-clad digits as rigid as a knife as they sawed against her. She wanted more. I knew she wanted to feel the touch of leather against her bare clit, but held back, seeing how long it would take until she begged for it. Finally, she looked at Lisa, imploringly. Beg for it, bitch!" hissed Lisa. "Please fuck me!" she whispered hoarsely. I continued sawing my hand against her lips, but lighter. "Please!" she whimpered, "Please fuck me!" "Please fuck me!" mimicked Lisa teasingly before shouting, "It's 'please fuck me, Master,' you worthless bitch!" "P-Please fuck me, M-Master!" she groaned loudly. I got the crotch of the panties thoroughly soaked before I pulled them aside and stuck a leather-clad digit into her sopping cunt. It slid in easily. I could see that her hairs were matted against her drenched cunt as I watched my finger slip in and out of her pussy. After a few more strokes, I stopped my motion and she began to rub against me, forcing my finger deeper into her cunt. I then pushed two fingers and finally three into her before she came with a scream and a violent shudder. I pulled out of her and turned to Lisa, who was rubbing herself frantically through the thin material of her outfit. I slapped her hand away and ordered her in a fierce whisper to get the gym bag in my trunk. "Do not open it, do not look inside and do not take your time!" I commanded, "Do you understand, slave?" I said, reasserting her status. Yes, Master" she replied in a little girl voice. "Then GO!" I growled, slapping her behind, "If you are not back quickly, I will have a suitable punishment!" She ran up the slope to the house quickly, but not quickly enough. That was fine with me, as I had plans for her. I tested the chair and found it to be quite sturdy and heavy. Good! I turned back to my captive. She was slack against the ropes. Her knees had buckled under her and the heel of one shoe was stuck and putting her off balance as she tried to right herself under my gaze. I slipped my fingers into the front of her bra and twisting the material so that it dug into her, pulled her up, kissing her hard and biting her lip. Quite frankly, I was surprised that she hadn't recognized me by now. Possibly she was too horny and tired, possibly she wanted to believe it was a stranger, but she kissed back with a passion. I grabbed a handful of hair again and let her see and feel the knife again against her skin. I could see her eyes flicker downward to the blade and then back up to the twin mirrors that covered mine. Perhaps she was looking at herself in wonder? Did she look as sensual to herself as she did to me? I ran it down her neck and shoulders, slipping it carefully under the straps. With a quick flick of the wrist, I cut one strap away. As I did, she gave a quick gasp and closed her eyes. I placed the blade against the other cheek and caressed it down the other side, cutting the other strap. Then, she opened her eyes again as I held the blade against her belly. I watched in fascination as her stomach muscles rippled at my touch. Karen tilted her head backwards, mouth open, breathing in short, nervous gasps as I laid the blunt edge of the blade against the skin of her belly and slid the point upward until it met the mid-point of her bra. She squealed as I jerked suddenly and the bra fell away. I then started at her hip and moved the cool metal upward, slicing through the lace of her panties, avoiding her garter, and then up, under her arms. Again, her eyes followed the blade. As I moved along the seam of her sleeve, a slow, tearing sound came from the fabric as the edge of the knife easily sliced the material free. I then moved to the opposite arm and cut downward. As the fabric fell away completely, my captive was now nude, except for her stockings and garter. I stood back and took in her figure. She was tan and obviously sunbathed in the nude, as there were no tan lines. Her pussy was swollen and wet. Light brown hairs, golden against her tan in the morning sunshine glowed as they followed a path up to her stomach. Two breasts jiggled at each breath she took. Her eyes were wild, her face framed by the rich curls of her hair. Over her shoulder, I could see my darling Lisa returning, taking her sweet time. I waited patiently. When she got to us, I took the bag and gave her a kiss. She sat on the chair, figuring to again be a spectator, but I had a different idea. I pulled some items from my bag and walked behind my darling. She reached up and pulled me to her again to give her a kiss. I took both arms as we kissed and pulled them behind her back, snapping on some handcuffs. She tried to wiggle away, but I kept my mouth pressed to hers as I secured the cuffs to the chair. As I pulled away from her, I quickly shoved a ball-gag into her mouth and secured it. Going around front, I then shackled her legs. "I didn't give you permission to play with yourself either!" I said to her softly. She gave me a hurt look, but I merely pinched her cheek and smiled. Reaching into my bag of tricks, I pulled out two small C-clamps. Lisa's nipples had hardened to diamond points and were threatening to poke through the soft leather. I merely helped things along. I milked her tits for a few moments and then, pulling on the nipple and stretching it, I applied the clamp. Once I had both breasts clamped, I put a leash on her collar and pulled it down between her legs and attached it to the chair. There was my beautiful love, arms in a vee behind her, bent slightly forward so that the clamps hung from her tits just enough to give her a little pleasure. I turned back to my captive. "This is what bad slaves get!" I growled, ripping open the Velcro fastenings on my codpiece. My cock was already stiff and almost painfully hard. Karen licked her lips as she stared at my member. Her hips began to undulate in anticipation. Smiling, I turned from her, pulled the gag from Lisa's mouth and stuffed it with my cock. Holding her head tightly in my hands, I fucked her mouth with abandon, sure that I'd come in just a few strokes. The surprise on Lisa's face was replaced with extreme desire as she struggled to satisfy me. Lisa's lips softly, but firmly, gripped my cock as her tongue wriggled its way along the sensitive bottom of my cock. She made wet slurping noises as I lunged in and out. Occasionally, she would look at me through half-lidded eyes until the desire she felt would make her light-headed and they would roll back into her head. I could hear Karen whining in the background as I pummeled my cock into my lovers face. At one point, I had my cock so snugly in her throat that she was able to extend the tip of her tongue and tickle my sac. When she did that a second time, it set me off! She looked at me with half-glazed eyes and moaned as the first jet hit the back of her throat. I pulled my cock out and spurted all over her face. I replaced my codpiece and untied Lisa, removing the clamps and retying her arms. She was compliant and stood up at the merest tug. I walked her over to her bound sister and tied her so that her face was just mere inches from her sister-in-law's. "Lick the cum from Lisa's face!" I hissed. Karen looked at me, dumbfounded. "Do it, Karen!" whispered Lisa, eyes closed. I was not as patient. I walked around behind her and, with a quick flick of my wrist, snapped my fingers against her beautiful ass cheeks. The snap made her jump with a start. Without having to be told twice, Karen bent tentatively forward and lightly began to lick at Lisa. Lisa then forced the issue by rubbing against her sister's tongue. Soon, they were kissing passionately, Karen's bare breasts rubbing against Lisa's leather-clad ones. They were getting hot and I was getting hard again! I roughly pulled Karen away from her passion by grabbing her hair and jerking her head backward. "Enough!" I whispered. I untied Lisa, retied her hands around Karen's waist and had her kneel in front of her brother’s wife. "Eat her pussy and pull her ass cheeks apart!" I ordered. Lisa complied with a relish that elicited a keening moan from Karen. I went back to my bag and withdrew a tube of KY jelly. I greased my now rigid pole and moved behind Karen. Taking a breast in each hand, I squeezed and kneaded them until she was literally panting with desire. Then, wetting my cock in her slick pussy, I moved to her nether hole. "No, please!" she pleaded, "Not in my ass! I've never had it there! You'll rip me apart." I slapped her quivering cheeks to silence her and began to probe her hole. Karen continued to resist, so I took off my belt and cracked it across her ass cheeks, leaving a nicely reddening 1 inch welt. Karen gave out a yelp of pain, but Lisa bit down on her pussy to get her attention again. Once more I smacked her ass, not hard enough to cause real pain, but enough to leave another reddening welt. I again tried to enter her ass, and again, Karen pleaded with me not to and refused my entrance. I picked up a branch I had noticed lying on the ground earlier and whipped it through the air a few times. Karen's eyes went wild, but she still shook her head no when I probed her ass with my finger. I took two steps back, determined to give her ten smacks and see if that would change her mind. She broke on the eighth stroke and I pushed her shoulders slightly forward to gain access. This time there was no complaining. That perfect ass was a cross-hatch of red and purple stripes. My lubricated cock worked its way slowly into the tight hole and soon I felt myself all the way in. I could feel Lisa working on Karen's pussy, her tongue occasionally darting out to lick my sac and back up the slit. I gave Karen a moment to get used to the intrusion before slowly pulling out. She let out a hiss as she was assaulted with both pleasure and pain. I cupped her breasts and began to manipulate her nipples as I pushed back into her. I savored the feeling of the tightness offset by the lubrication. "How different from a pussy!" I marveled. Each time I pulled out, I could feel the distended skin and muscles of her ass clinging to my cock, only to float back in as I applied pressure in the opposite direction. I took it nice and slow, knowing that this could be an experience that would heighten both our sexual arousal and enjoyment. Karen's face was a mask of grimacing pain for the first ten or twelve strokes, but that soon gave way to a lustier look as Lisa redoubled her efforts on the dripping pussy where she was feasting. Karen groaned when I pinched her nipples and her fists would clench and unclench. Her ass was at the perfect height, between the bricks and her high heels. Soon she was grinding into me as she came closer and closer to cumming. I began to work her ass and tits harder and harder. The thick leather of my costume rubbed and stuck to the sweating skin of Karen’s back, her welted ass sought the rough touch of the leather and velcro as she peaked higher and higher. I grabbed her tits for leverage and really began to pound into her now, just as I had taken Lisa's mouth only a short while before. Karen came by dropping her head back against my shoulder and crying out in an aborted half scream. Mouth open, she slammed her ass onto my cock, her face contorted, until I too could hold out no longer. I gushed my hot white seed into her back hole while pinching and pulling at her tits. Her grimace was soon washed over with satiated pleasure as she milked the last few drops of cum from my cock. I let my now slick tube whither inside her until it was pushed out with a faint, wet plop. I looked down at Lisa, her face and front of her leather costume shiny with moisture from the pussy juices of her lover. Karens pussy and thighs were red from abuse, her pussy lips were swollen and distended from the unrelenting attack. As I let go, Karen literally collapsed, hanging from her arms. I untied Lisa from Karen, retied her hands behind her back and had her clean me with her tongue while I lounged against a tree trunk. After I became hard, we fucked like animals in the grass. Exhausted, we laid on the ground for awhile and stared at Karen, who had fainted and was dangling by the ropes that bound her to the trees. Together, we cut Karen down and carried her into the house. She was asleep even as we put her into her bed. Lisa and I showered, cleaned our outfits. After Lisa and I made some tender, more conventional love, I packed up and went to work. Later that day, she called me. "I'd like to do that again!" I told her enthusiastically. "You'll have another chance a week from next Saturday night!" she giggled, "but you'll need to make another outfit!" I smiled into the phone. "No problem!" I said, "I've been working on one anyway!" * * * * * Actually, I'd been working on two. One was leather with a lot of mean-looking spikes bristling from it, another was being made from a silvery, metallic material laid over some poorer quality leather we'd received. I was working on the second suit and having some problems when Bryant, a friend of mine from the local theatre troupe, came by with some work for me. "Now this" he said, fingering my spiked creation, "looks really wicked! Who's it for?" "Me." I acknowledged. "Oh, really? Are you into something I don't know about?" "Naw." I said, trying to be nonchalant about it, "Its just something I cooked up for a costume party." "Hmmmm. Right." he commented. Then a gleam came into his eye. "Would you be willing to make something like this on order?" "Huh? What do you mean by 'on order?'" I asked. "I've got certain...friends... that might be into something like this." "Male or female?" I chided. "Both, actually." "It would be expensive." I said. "The leather alone on that one cost me $400. The labor would bring that up to...oh, I don't know, maybe $600 or $700." "And your mark-up?" "Mark-up?" "Your profits, man, your profits!" said Bryant "I hadn't really thought about it that way." "Shit, man! You're a friggin' genius with leather! You should be doing this for a living!" "There's no future in this, Bryant. I mean, I've thought of buying the store, but the old man here only clears about 17 grand a year!" "That's because he doesn't know or cater to the right people!" "And you do?" "Let's just say" he smiled, "that I've got connections." "Here's my photo album of all the costumes I've done. You bring me in five orders," I replied, "marked up to what you think I should be selling them for, and I'll give you 10%." "Deal!" Bryant smiled. "I'll take the first one!" Bryant took one of my order forms and wrote out what he wanted and then pulled out cash from his wallet. I looked at the money he gave me and whistled. "When do you need it?" "If you can have it to me a week from Saturday night, I can probably get you twenty orders for different costumes by the following Monday!" "You're shittin' me!" I said, aghast, "Who would you know with that kind of money?" Bryant paused for a long time as if contemplating something and then gave a heavy sigh. "Well, man, " he began, "Haven't you ever wondered how I can afford to live the lifestyle that I live?" "Well, yes and no." I replied, "I've never really given it much thought." Bryant looked at me. "Hey," I said, feeling a little uncomfortable, "I mind my own business, just like I expect others to mind theirs." "That's why I like you so much, man!" Bryant said, slapping me on the back. "So, what are you doing tonight?" "Oh, just putting the finishing touches on this new costume." I said, indicating the silver one. "Take the night off," said Bryant, "I want to show you something... And bring this with you!" He pointed to the outfit I’d worn to fuck Karen and her sister. After Bryant was measured for the item he wanted, he left. I made a rough sketch of an evil-looking costume I'd had in mind and began to work on it immediately. It would be fairly simple to make since it was primarily straps. I had most of it finished by six. I was pretty satisfied with what I'd accomplished, so I called it a night and took a cab to Bryant's apartment. I'd never been there before. Bryant had always been a quiet person when we were in school together. When he wasn't studying, producing, directing or acting in a play, he always seemed to be schmoozing people. While I never knew exactly what he did outside of the theatre, I thought it was what everyone else did; busboy, waiter, cook. When I stepped inside Bryant’s apartment, I knew he couldn't be working at something so menial. "Wow!" I gasped, "Who's place is this!?" "It's mine, asshole!" he returned, smiling. "Yeah, but, like, who bought it for you?" "I bought it all myself" he retorted, the smile disappearing from his face like a shot. "You?" "Why, yes, of course!" he said with an air of distain. Suddenly, it came to him, "Don't you know?" Bryant asked. "Know what?" "I guess not!" he replied, the laughter coming back to his face, "Joe, I'm what you call 'filthy rich!'" I must have looked completely dumbfounded, because he continued, "Jesus Christ on a crutch! I own every theatre you've worked in except the one at the University! Why do you think you got the jobs?" I sat down, absolutely speechless. I mean, this guy was the most unpretentious, common, quiet, salt-of-the-earth type I'd ever met! And here he was, telling me he owned three different theatres! "Let's see," he continued, handing me a drink, "I own the theatres you've worked in, I am currently producing six plays, and I am part owner of four restaurants, three nightclubs and two, uh... "alternative" clubs." "Oh, really? Wow!" I said, sounding not nearly as impressed as I actually was. "So," I continued, sipping my drink to soothe my dry throat, "what play will my costumes be in?" Bryant laughed uproariously! When he had calmed down, he took a sip of his drink and explained, "They're not for a play, my friend, they are for the clientele of one of my, uh... shall we say, clubs!" He looked at his watch. "Speaking of which, it's almost time to be on our way. Shall we?" He indicated the door and we went to the elevator and took it to the parking garage. A limo was waiting for us there. Bryant was on the phone the minute we got in the car, so I wasn't able to talk to him much. We headed into a seedier section of town and stopped at an old, brick warehouse that was painted flat-black. There was a line of people waiting outside, some dressed in long, light coats or in formal clothing. Many women were dressed in capes and some had on the highest heels I'd ever seen. Others out there were dressed in the black uniforms, colored hair and metallic body piercing “uniforms” of what is known as generation X. I shook my head in wonder at the diversity of the clubs clientele. We drove around to the side where we were ushered in through a door marked "private" and walked down some hallways. A pale woman with dark hair and lipstick the color of clotted blood came up to Bryant, regarded me as she would a piece of meat began talking quietly and swiftly to my friend. He gave her some instructions, which she wrote down on her pad. They spoke about business, at first, which I easily understood, but soon they were talking about things in what appeared to be a code of some type. Presently, he introduced her as his secretary, Mena, and said to her, "This is the genius I've been telling you about. Wait until you see what he's designing for me!" Mena smiled in her most insincere manner and walked away. Bryant busied himself on his portable phone as we strode further into the building. Bryant cupped his hand over the phones mouthpiece and said "dressing room." While nodding at the door we had pause in front of. I smiled in return and stepped inside. It was small, neat and clean. I changed into my outfit and emerged in a little less than fifteen minutes. Mena was again in conversation with Bryant, but this time her eyes lit up with awe and respect. Trantor Series Ch. 1 "I told you he was a genius, luv!" crowed Bryant. She whispered something to him and he looked at her for a moment before a laugh burst out loudly from deep inside him. She turned bright pink and scurried down the long hall, looking at me over her shoulder. Still laughing, and with tears in his eyes, Bryant escorted me to another door. We went through two heavy, guarded doors and walked into the club, the loud music hitting us like a wall. We were barely noticed by the shaved heads and outlandishly colored hair of the inhabitants as they moshed their way into oblivion. We entered another, guarded door next to the bar and into a more sedate section of the club. Here and there were suited and well dressed visitors watching a show up on the stage where a young lady was being abused by another man and woman. We paused a moment to watch the proceedings. The girl was tied with her hands behind her back and hooked to a metal bar behind her. Her ankles were strapped in the same manner, though her knees were pushed apart by another bar. There were rings through her nipples and pussylips to which weights were slowly being attached by the woman as this girl lustily sucked off the man as best she could. "There seems to be a resemblance between the woman and the girl," I commented, "Sisters?" "Family." was the deadpan response from Bryant, "Mother, father and daughter." Thankfully, my mask covered my shocked look. Changing the subject, I asked, "What did that girl... your uh, assistant-" " -Mena?" "Yes, Mena. What did she say to you, back there in the hall?" Bryant smiled. "She wishes to be possessed by you!" "And that amuses you?" I asked. "Amuses me?" responded Bryant with a laugh, "Shit, man, it delights me!" "You see," Bryant continued, turning to me, "Mena has never been one that desired to be possessed by anyone!" He added, admiringly, " Not even by me!" "I see." "No, you don't!" laughed Bryant uproariously and clapping me on the back, "But you will, my friend, you will!" He took my arm and led me through even another guarded door. "How many rooms are there in this...club?" I asked quietly. "There are several," he replied evasively, nodding to the bouncer at the door, "but these first two are merely for the tourists!" The bouncer opened the door and we entered a stairwell. However, we did not start up the stairs. Instead, Bryant inserted a credit card-like key into an unobtrusive spot in the wall and the "brick" wall popped open to reveal an elevator door. The elevator arrived and we stepped inside. There were no keys, but Bryant merely inserted the card again and I felt movement. It was so slight that I couldn't tell whether we moved up or down. After a minute, the door opened again and we walked into what appeared to be a dark, but comfortable lounge area. The only difference was that everyone here had either an air of dominance or submission to them. Some of the folks were dressed in leather, some in formal evening attire; many others were nude or semi-nude. The latter I took to be the submissives, though it proved out later that a few were the opposite. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I had to check my surprise! Around each large pillar and lining parts of the walls were chained several nude men and women. The men were in obvious states of excitement and were kept that way by an occasional passer-by. The women groaned as they were fondled and groped briefly in an almost diffident manner. As we walked in, all eyes turned slowly to us. An older woman in a black evening gown and a necklace of diamonds worth more than I had ever made, came up to me and sensually stroked my leather. "Why Bryant! He's beautiful!" She reluctantly moved her hand away, "Is he yours or one of us?" Bryant gave her an indulgent smile and said, "This is the genius I've been raving about, my dear!" he said, causing her to look at me with renewed respect. Bryant smiled as he presented me to the crowd. "Tell me, is he an artist or what?" "Oh, yes!" she sighed. "I must have an outfit made! I simply must!" She stared at the twin mirrors that hid my eyes and I could see a visible shudder run through her. Her eyes went glassy for a moment and, after the gleam returned to them, she murmurred, "I could almost wish to be possessed by him." The crowd laughed at her little joke. Coming out of her reverie, she asked, "Could you make something simple for around, say...five thousand?" I nearly choked on my own tongue. Five thousand dollars! "Well..." I hesitated. "Ok, ok, I knew that would be a little low." she blushed as she waived her hand in front of me in dismissal, "just make me something flattering. But do try to keep it under ten." Unsure of my voice, I merely nodded. She promised to send Bryant her measurements in the morning. I soon had four more orders for different costumes at outrageous prices. Trantor Series Ch. 2 * * * * * * * * * * * * * CHAPTER TWO KAREN'S SUBMISSION * * * * * * * * * * * * * When I got back to my apartment, Lisa was waiting for me there. She leapt from her chair and gave me a hug and kiss that attempted to devour me as I entered the door. I pried her off me and she jumped up and down, giggling with excitement. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she squealed, "You should have heard Karen when she finally woke up! Oh jeez Ty, she was gushing!" Lisa was a bundle of energy, going over to the cabinet and pulling out a bottle of wine and pouring us each a glass. "I mean, she was positively in lust with you!" Karen kissed me and handed me my wineglass before continuing. "She's really taken by that dominance thing now! We spent all day shopping for leather clothing and skirts, high heels and, God, the nasty underwear! She must have spent five grand! Anyway, she wants it again! We're throwing a party a week from next Saturday night! It will be all of our friends, so she won't know any of them. I've told them that the theme will be 'The Theatre of the Absurd.' It will be a costume party. Everyone will come dressed as sexily as possible. Karen agreed to let us hold it at her place and that I was to bring Mr. Fantasy with me!" "So, what will we do? If I come dressed as Mr. Fantasy, she will know who he is and the image will be ruined." "Well, we could arrange it so that you are conveniently ‘out of town’ that weekend," Karen purred. “She will expect that because she doesn’t think you would ‘approve’ of such activity.” "Hmmm, well..." I pondered. Karen knew how to convince me. She rubbed up against me like a cat and kissed me like a whore until I gave in. Actually, I had some rather devious ideas that I was now pondering. * * * * * SATURDAY * * * * * Most of the people that Lisa invited to the party were friends of hers from her wilder days, so I knew that this was going to be a feral, open event. It also helped my ego that I ended up with orders for more than thirty outfits from Bryant’s friends, most of whom paid in cash. I now had more than enough money to buy not only the store from Old Man Rubin, but the building as well. Bryant advised me to keep a low profile with the cash and agreed to float me a "loan" to take over the business. I went to his club a few more times and spoke to some of the members there. One lady listened to my story about my future sister and introduced me to a gentleman she knew. I snickered to myself after the meeting because Karen was in for one big surprise at the party! I finished my costume and added a hawk’s bill and feathered wings to it to make it look more menacing and predetory. Karen and Lisa had been working all week long on the party and it was suggested that I show up around 5 pm. I drove my new van right into their garage. Lisa ran out to meet me and was surprised at my appearance because it was so radically different from when she had originally seen it. Black, polished leather criss-crossed and striped the silver mesh covering most of my body. Spikes protruded from my elbows, wrists, neck-piece and chest. She was even more amazed when another rental truck pulled up behind me and two brawny guys got out, opened the back and began to unload something. "Ty, what on earth is that!" she whispered fiercely. I pulled her to me for a kiss, my spikes digging menacingly into her ample breasts. "It's a present for Karen." I said, kissing her and continuing in a more menacing tone, "And from now on, my name is 'Daneth Trantor,' understand?" "Daneth?" she giggled. I gave her another surprise of the costume; I had enclosed spring-loaded talons on the fingertips of my gloves. I pulled her hair back and grabbed a breast with one of the taloned hands. "Perhaps for you, it will be 'Master' for the balance of the evening." Lisa hesitated for a moment, never having acted out this particular fantasy in front of strangers before. She eyed them as the silently struggled with the large, wooden monstrosity that emerged from the back of the truck. She closed her eyes when I pinched a nipple and, after a moment, whispered, "Yes, Master." "Go!" I ordered her, knowing that she would now be struggling with both the need to prepare for the party and the other need between her legs. I had the two guys carry the wooden object out to the spot were just less than two weeks ago I had taken both of the women in my life in a pleasurably violent manner. I instructed them as to how I wanted the device located and they began to assemble it, pounding stakes deep into the ground and bolting the large 8x8 boards together. Karen came out after awhile to satisfy her curiosity. She was smoking a joint and carrying her drink comprised of some ungodly expensive scotch, awash in an upper-crust, name-brand soda water. "Well, Mr. Fantasy," cooed Karen, "I understand you've brought me a present!" "Yes," I smiled, "Several, in fact." "I see!" she said, drooling over the muscle-bound hunks that were glistening with sweat as they worked. "I think not!" I replied mysteriously. "Are you done with your preparations?" "But, of course!" she said, striking a pose with hands in air, palms up-ended and a knee demurely thrust forward. "I understand I should call you Daneth? Like my new outfit?" She wore a white silk blouse that set off her dark hair and tanned skin, a short, tight brown leather skirt with a wide belt that drooped in a vee and pointed at her crotch. Her legs were encased in stockings that made them shimmer. Her hair, held back by a white silk band, made her look younger, almost school-girlish. "You may call me Daneth for now,” I told her, “Later, it may be something different!” That elicited a giggle from her, so I changed tact. “You're beautiful tonight!" I said, admiringly. She was, too! "You should see what I'm wearing underneath!" she responded, then dropped her voice to a whisper, "Crotchless pantyhose and a white silk teddy!" I decided to play her bluff. "Show me." She grabbed my hand, but I stood fast. "C'mon!" she said, giving my arm a gentle yank. "Show me" I repeated, "right here!" She gave me a look that said "not in front of strangers" but I refused to budge. I turned to look at the guys. They were almost finished with their work. Turning back to her, I ordered, "Show me NOW!" Karen’s eyes showed defiance and her nostrils flared, but it was the only sign of her fury. She would be whipped later for this insolence. Karen looked hard into the visor covering my eyes. I just stood there, intractable, looking like a cross between an astronaut and one of those flying bird-men from the old Flash Gordon serials. Karen trembled when she realized that I was serious. Peeking again at the men and seeing that they were intent on their work, she slowly lifted up her skirt until her crotch was revealed. She was wet. "I hate pantyhose." I replied, turning to the men working. "Don't you guys hate pantyhose." "Pantyhose sucks!" said one guy as they struggled with a ratchet. "Stockings and garters, definitely!" said the other with a grunt. "You can get at the pussy and asshole better!" Karen blushed at their crudity. She turned to leave, but I was still holding her hand. "We're done now, Mr. Trantor!" barked one of the men. They stood at attention on either side of the device. "It needs to be tested, though." advised the other. I smiled at Karen. "I really hate pantyhose." I said evenly, running a talon down her neck and then across the breasts that strained against the material. "Take it off!" I ordered quietly. "Take what off?" she asked uncertainly, fear creeping into her voice, "the pantyhose or my clothes?" “Both" I replied. "I-" she hesitated, "I can't!" She struggled against my grip and giving a meaningful look at the two strangers in our company. "Take it off, or I will rip it off!" I hissed, scraping my talons against her nipples. She looked at my mirrored visor for a long time. Slowly her right hand came up to the top button. She fumbled for a moment and then it popped open. She still pulled against my hold on her left hand. Another button was undone. She barely breathed. Another button. Then another. And another! A silky white teddy came into view; a gauzy haze barely concealing the darker nipple underneath. I reached behind her and pulled the blouse off her shoulders. She undid the last button as I pulled the cloth out from beneath the skirt. My free hand grasped the front of her teddy and I let go of her arm. Still breathing hard, her hands went behind her and the skirt fell to the grass. She undid the crotch snaps and I took it from her. "Come!" I ordered, pulling her forward toward the device. Allen and Max crossed their ample biceps across their bulging chests and leered at her, grinning. The device was constructed of rough cut 8x8's, bolted together and re-enforced with forged iron bands. There appeared to be room for another set of boards. Behind it was a platform along with heavy, rough leather straps that belted together and were attached to a highly finished and shellacked 4x4 bench that was perpendicular to the front of the device. It had a gentle curve to the top that gradually became almost wedge shaped down it's length. Various implements hung from hooks on a low wall at the back. Two beams sat on the grass next to Allen. They each had half-circles cut from them with several eyehooks in the cutouts. As I pulled Karen over to the device, they lifted one of the beams into place. I smiled at my captive. "Do you like it?" "W- What is it?" "A device to tame wild, naughty little bitches." I pulled some items out of my bag; four wide but small belts of leather. Allen and Max appeared on either side of Karen, but she didn't seem to notice them until they grabbed her arms. She jumped when they touched her, but nearly swooned when they both kissed her. "Yes," I said, gently strapping the restraints to her arms, "They are a part of this, your present." They guys sandwiched her and she spread her legs, wrapping them around Max's waist. I put restraints on her ankles. I noticed that both Max and Allen stayed with their instructions to caress, but not to touch. Barely. On my signal, they moved her over to the bench at the back of the device. Max flipped her over onto her stomach, lengthwise on the 4x4. While it wasn't comfortable, she didn't mind as Max undid his cutoffs and slowly slid his cock into her wet and willing pussy. He gradually increased his tempo and his violent pushing caused her to naturally move up the bench. Her arms sought a grip and found the two smaller cutouts. Allen’s cock waived at her over the larger cutout. She moved forward even more to get it into her mouth. Now we had her! Allen held her head against his cock as Max and I lowered the top half of the stockade over her head and arms and quickly locked it in place. He went back to pummeling her pussy as I strapped her down, first her arms to the eyehooks in the smaller openings, then her ankles. Max strapped her body to the bench in two places. I walked around front. Max and Allen pulled out and away from her on my signal. She let out a moan of desire and disapproval. "Now for the last part of your present" I said, pulling out a leather mask and showing it to her. "Now, anyone can fuck your face, your ass or your pussy... and you'll never know who they are!!" I laughed and Max dug a video camera out of his bag and took pictures from all angles before I pulled the mask over her eyes. Karen got over her shock at that moment and began yelling and screaming, so I put a ball gag in her mouth. Lisa came running out of the house. She stopped short when she saw my handiwork. "Silence, slave," I ordered her before she had a chance to speak, "before you end up on this as well!" I had Allen and Max demonstrate the device and all it's features to Lisa. They brought out dildo's and nipple clamps, whips and belts. They took turns fucking Karen’s ass and pussy. She moaned and whimpered behind the gag, but came several times. Finally, the guests started arriving...