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New Man

By: erotikajane



INTRO

I was never one to take chances on the people I dated or the ways I met them. Everyone I had ever gone out with had been discovered the conventional ways, meeting them through mutual friends, at bars, etc. Throughout high school I had the same boyfriend, Allen. He treated me well. Always willing to do without so I could have what I needed. After high school we decided to move in together, getting an apartment in the city and continuing our education. That year had been torture, we weren't happy together, and living in the city had not done us any justice being away from friends and family and relying on each other for support and entertainment. The sex life had gone down the drain years ago, considering this was our fifth year together. We had lost the passion and relied solely on comfort to get us through our time together. When it was time to end school and move home, we thought it best to part ways and move back in with our parents. It wasn't a hard decision, we knew it was coming for a long time. It was the end of our relationship, but the beginning of living our lives separately.

I met him on the internet. We were both from the same small town, however , somehow, our paths never crossed. We had mutual friends and frequented the same places. Our conversations had started out innocent enough, where we lived, what we did for a living... he wasn't from here originally. He was a city boy living in our little country spot, working in the next town. He seemed nice enough. But being the conventional person I am, I didn't know whether I should give this guy a chance or not. Meeting people on the net was taboo- especially in this little town. 

It took me about a month before I agreed to meet with him in a public place. I could have found out about him easily enough had I asked the few people who knew us both, but decided I should find out for myself. We made plans to meet at a small bar, with a few friends in tow to check out the scene. I told him I would be there at 10 o'clock. 

The time crept by. I sat there for what felt like hours as 10 o'clock passed by. It was karaoke night, so the entertainment was fulfilling enough, but I wanted to meet this guy. By his picture he seemed to be good looking, and of course our conversations were endless. Around 11, I see a well built guy heading in my direction carrying beer. He was gorgeous, absolutely perfect. He put his hand on my shoulder and I looked up. 

"Hey," he said. "I would have found you sooner, but I ended up asking the bartender which one you were. I looked for an hour trying to search you out."

Of course I frequented this particular spot often, so I knew he would have no trouble asking anyone who I was, but I was genuinely surprised he had the balls to ask the bartender, being a stranger and all. "I'm glad you made it, save you a seat." 

This had to be a dream. This guy, who seemed to be perfect online in so many ways, also seems perfect in person, was sitting beside me. I had brought a girlfriend with me, who gave me the nudge and wink. I knew he had met her standards because he certainly met mine. 

Sipping his beer, he looked at me and smiled. Trying to make conversation in this place was going to be difficult, but I figured if he was interested, we would meet again. Slow song after slow song, he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor, holding me close. This guy was probably going to be a keeper.

CHAPTER 1

Friday night he picked me up. Looking perfect as always. I had met him a few times after the bar that night, still talking online, making plans for the upcoming weekends. We had decided that Friday we would just hang out. See what happened, maybe play pool, maybe not. We weren't really sure. I had kissed this guy, yes. I suppose you could say we were seeing each other for a few weeks. Nothing intense, but seeing how things went. Tonight, I had thought to myself, was going to be different.

"So, what do you have planned?" I had asked him, jumping in his truck, getting comfortable with my new-found lust object. He knew I thought he was everything, but still seemed modest.

"No plans yet."

He truly was a conversationalist- about the mundane things in life. Work, home, and family. 

We drove around for a while, taking in the scenery, talking about life in general. Nothing spectacular, but I was content with the evening so far. We had taken a back road, surprisingly enough, he knew of a little secluded spot I hadn't discovered in my travels. We parked the truck and sat for a few minutes, looking and the lake that was in front of us. The view was fantastic. It was a mild spring evening, starting to get dark. The greyness had swept over the truck, cascading us in a cloudy dullness. 

I leaned over, inches from his face, looking at his dark eyes, I whispered, "Is this what you had in mind for tonight?"

He smiled and pressed his lips lightly on mine, "You have no idea."

It was a simple response, but I knew what he was thinking and I had come prepared. His tongue started searching for mine and we played back and forth, teasing and torturing each other. I licked his lips, and my hands wandered up his shirt, gently scratching my nails down his stomach, making him gasp at my cool, light touch. He grabbed my hair and pulled back gently, his mouth making its way to my neck. Shivers went down my spine as I grabbed at the soft skin on his sides. Sliding over closer to him, I tilted my head back to give him better access to my neck and chest as he unzipped my sweater. He kissed me, my neck, my chest. Sliding my tank top up, he unclasped my bra and slid it off, exposing my nipples to the cool air making them hard. Licking and sucking his way to each nipple, he bit and pulled on my nipple ring making me shiver. The excitement was building up in the both of us. We had waited as long as we could for this. Making the anticipation grow intensely over the last few weeks. Wondering what was under each other's clothes, wondering what it would be like to fuck each other senseless. 

Undoing my belt and jeans, he slid them down over my legs in one swift motion. Leaning up, he kissed me as I slid his shirt up over his head. Naked from the waist up he was amazing. He started kissing down my neck, to my nipples, stomach and then pulled aside my Brazilian lace thong and flicked my clit with his tongue making me quiver as I leaned back against the passenger side door, wrapping my legs around his back. It was pure ecstasy as I watched him lick and suck my pussy, fingering and playing with it like it was a new toy. Pushing his tongue between my folds, taking in all of my juices as he lay there, all attention on me. Running my hands through his hair, I moaned in pleasure watching his eyes move from my pussy to my face, making sure that my face displayed only eroticism.

I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed his arms and pulled him up to my face, licking my own juice from his lips, kissing him hard on the mouth, searching for every last drop. He moaned. Reaching down, I unzipped his pants and pushed them to his ankles with my feet as he pulled off my thong, tossing it to the floor. Kissing his neck and shoulders, I pulled him to me, grabbing his dick and guiding it into my soaked, throbbing pussy. Pushing it in, we both let out a moan.

"Tight," he said quietly, almost a whisper.

"Hmmmmm," I moaned back as he pushed it in as deep as it would go. It felt amazing. Perfect. 

Slowly and gently, he pulled his dick out just far enough and drove it into me hard and fast making me scream in pleasure and digging my nails into his back. He fucked me fast and slow, taking his time to make sure that I was relishing in the pleasure. He knew he could fuck. Grabbing my legs and putting them over his shoulders, he started pumping furiously into my pussy with me clawing at his back and screaming in pleasure. We were both going to explode. 

"Oh my god, fuck me!" I screamed. "I'm goin to cum!"

"Mmm this feels so good," he moaned, slowing down. 

"FUCK ME!" I screamed again, looking into his eyes, pleading for him to let me cum.

He just smiled. I knew what he was doing. He was being a tease. Making me beg for it. Making me helpless and keep me right on the edge of orgasm. He slowed down, putting only the tip of his dick in my pussy, and pumping into me just a bit, just enough that I could feel it and not enough for me to cum. It was driving me crazy. 

Pulling at his shoulders, I looked at him, pleading with my eyes for him to fuck me hard.

He laughed. 

"This isn't fair," I said quietly, almost a whine. 

He laughed again.

I pushed him up fast, his dick free from my pussy. I climbed over the seat and straddled his cock. 

"I'll do it my way," I said stubbornly. 

Grabbing his dick, I pushed it into my tight hole as I kissed him hard on the mouth, his hands grabbing my ass pulling me forward. He was deep inside me as I started to rock back and forth hard, riding him.

"Mmmm God this is good," he moaned loudly, grabbing my ass hard and holding my down on his dick. Pushing up hard inside me, hitting my g-spot making me gasp and claw at his arms. 

"Oh my FUCK!" I gasped, trying to move hard on his dick, but his tight grasp kept me there as he kept moving his dick against that spot over and over, sending me crazy on top of him, making him laugh.

"Did I find something you like?" He asked cockily.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as I started to feel the warm rush of an orgasm hitting me. 

"Ride me," he said as he loosened his grip on my ass, letting me fuck him again.

I started rocking back and forth hard and fast on his dick, getting hot, I could feel it. His dick started to grow bigger and harder inside me, the faster I rode. Harder and harder I rocked, his fingers digging in my ass cheeks.

"I'm gonna cum," he moaned as his grasp got even tighter, moving his hands up to my hips, I could feel him bring himself off the seat and drive his cock deep inside me. I screamed as I felt my pussy tighten and the warm rush of orgasm start flowing from my hole. His cock twitched and his cum started to shoot inside me making my pussy even hotter and sending more of my own cum seeping onto his lap. 

Putting my head down on his shoulder I moaned, riding his cock gently, milking the last of his cum into my pussy. 

"That was amazing," he whispered as he kissed my shoulder.

"Hmmmmmm..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

New Man at the Village Café



Me, trembling. I'd just noticed you watching me at the café in the square. I was sitting where the young men displayed themselves for the tourists, but I was new to this. More curious than anything else. Sure I could handle one of those paunchy, cigar-chewing, middle-aged American tourists—just a surreptitious suck—usually him sucking me—in the alley nearby and a quick 20 pesos and then maybe an East European. But I was told to look out for those. They'd pay for a suck—almost always them—but then take you deep in the alley and ass fuck you rough and hard. The advice was to stay near the mouth of the alley with those East Europeans.

You were watching me from where you were standing at the doorway of the café. I was sitting where we were told to sit, so I didn't know why you were watching me like that. You owned the café, but you made more off of the percentages young men like me slipped you to be able to display here than you made on selling thick coffee to rude foreign tourists.

You scared me a bit. Twice my size and a cruel look about you. Maybe it was the red-welted rapier scar that extended down your cheek from your ear lobe. Maybe that's what made you seem dangerous, dangerous in a swarthy, handsome, mysterious way. Rumors were that you had been a pirate off the Colombian coast before buying this café—that this was where the money for the café had come from. And there were other rumors too.

Walking my way now, your eyes blazing, staring at me. Surely you weren't coming to me. I was sitting in the right place. You'd get your percentage. You were twice my size and so strong; you had nothing to worry about from me.

Bending your lips down to my ear. "In the alley. 50 pesos for a suck."

Shuffling toward the alley, the two of us. Me having second thoughts. More dangerous than an East European, I was thinking. I started to walk faster. You picked up the pace and grab on to the tail of my shirt, which I had been wearing open, an advertisement for the tourist clients. My shirt coming away in your hands as you did. You laughing; me beginning to pant a bit. Everything moving too fast. Your arm around my shoulder, as you guided me into the mouth of the ally, slipping a hand in my pocket, moving it to cup me and feel me and play with me while you found a place behind trash barrels near the mouth of the alley. Stay near the mouth of the alley, I was thinking, hoping, praying.

Pushing me against the dirty stuccoed wall and down on my knees between your thighs. Unzipping yourself and pulling out a huge, half-ready tool. I gurgled and you hummed as I sucked you. You giving me little time to adjust, thrusting and thrusting at me.

You dragged me up and pulled me toward the back of the alley. No, not back there, I screamed in my head. I resisted, but what resistance is possible to one such as you? And you own the café; if I wanted the easy money, I would need to keep you well pleased.

"Stop your struggling," you hissed in my ear. "200 pesos for your ass. If willing. Otherwise, who knows? Maybe you can find another café. Maybe I'll take you anyway—for free."

I stopped struggling and let you drag me to the darkness at the back of the alley. But what use the struggle anyway? You could have me if you wanted me now without the threat of banishment from the café. And 200 pesos was so much more than I dreamed of making today.

You impatient and cruel and thick and long, all of what I had been warned of the East European tourists and more. And overarching that, you were masterful, and I flowed and moaned and cried out for you, as I lay back over the bales of used paper and you crouched between my thighs and fed me fast and hard and deep. Passion and cruelty combining to lust—and not just yours but mine as well. And all good steeling for the future, I had to admit to myself.

"That was very pleasant," you muttered as you finished. "Well worth the 200 pesos; well worth more time and attention."

I didn't know what you meant, until after you had guided me back to the café, through the café, to the stairs in the dimly lit hallway beside the café's indoor room, now deserted because the warm weather has beckoned all out to the tables rimming the square.

The room above that you manhandled me to had a single iron-railed bed in the center. Ochre paint, probably once white, blistered off of the barren walls in tatters. Unvarnished, stained wood-planked flooring underneath. A scarlet scarf and a violet scarf draped over the headboard, the only adornment in the room.

Soon adorning me, the scarlet scarf wound around my wrists and tied off at the headboard rails, the violet scarf stuffed in my mouth.

Your cock stuffed once again inside me, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, as I writhed underneath you. Overtaken in exhaustion by sleep while you were still riding me hard. Waking up, alone, if only briefly. The room dimmer in the late afternoon. The sound of your footsteps on the stairs. Your cock stuffed once again inside me . . . 



New Marriage



I woke up today at my usual 5:20am. I quickly got out of bed and reset the clock for the next morning. My wife did not give indication of noticing and continued to sleep undisturbed. It always gives me relief to get past this point in my morning. I do not like for her sleep to be interrupted.

I made my way into the adjacent bathroom, removed my clothes, and started the shower. After putting my pajamas away, I quickly went pee and then got into the shower. I made sure I took care of everything in the shower, (shampoo, body wash, shaving). I also did my daily maintenance cleaning of my chastity device, working the body wash around the ring. I find I can keep it pristine clean this way. So far, so good. It has been eleven weeks, two days since I last was let out.

After my shower, I dried off, and began the rest of my morning routine. Teeth, lotion around the chastity device to prevent chaffing, hair gel, putting on under garments. I then went out and put on the rest of my clothes before leaving my wife to continue to sleep. As I quietly closed the bedroom door, I sighed with a sense of relief that I did not disturb her once again. I have gotten pretty good at it by now.

My wife enjoys breakfast being ready when she comes down in the morning. I start each day by first empting the dishwasher and then setting the table for that morning's meal. My wife has directed me to serve her an organic cereal blend with organic yogurt on the side. Almond milk for the cereal and room temperature cream for her coffee. Our two children are served a variety of things. Today is french toast from the freezer. After the dishwasher is emptied and the table set, I start in on the meal. It takes about 15 minutes, followed by getting together my wife's lunch for her day at work. She eats organic frozen meals with some snack packs. She finds it helps to keep her caloric intake down.

When the table is set, I go upstairs and wake the children to get them ready for their school day. My wife has told me to have them dressed and ready for breakfast when she comes down. It only takes a few minutes before both are awake and started in on their getting themselves dressed. I then go back downstairs.

While I am waiting for everyone to come to breakfast, I prepare my wife's coffee and a cup of tea for myself. I then begin the day's calorie journal. My wife has told me to count all the calories she eats each day and I keep a journal book to do so. 240 for the cereal, 45 for the almond milk, 90 for the yogurt, 80 for the cream in her coffee. As I finish, my wife arrives with the children in tow.

Everyone comes and sits for the morning meal. My wife is at the head of the table. We live in a D/s relationship. I am the submissive and she the Dominant. I feel a pleasure in the situation that is difficult to describe. The feeling is like an anticipation being met, or what it is like just before an orgasm. Warm and exciting. It happens often through my day and normally last about ten to twenty minutes. Normally, when I am feeling my wife's power over me. This can be as simple as me recognizing the disparity in our relationship while I am doing a chore, or as obvious as her telling me to massage her feet. I find I seek feeling this pleasure through my day.

As the meal is finished, the children follow their routine of clearing the table and going to brush their teeth. My wife and I are left to discuss the upcoming day. Today, my wife tells me she may go out with some of her friends from work, but would decide later. I never know if she will be home after work, so I had transitioned to preparing things for her dinner that could be stored if she came home late instead. I had worked her dinner recipe collection over several months and had it to where I could make her things she enjoys, but that need not be eaten right then. 

My wife kisses me good bye and takes the youngest child to daycare. I wait around for the older to go to the bus stop. While I wait, I go up to straighten the bedroom. I fold my wife's pajamas, straighten the bed, and check the children's rooms. I then return to finish cleaning up from the meal. As I am wiping down the kitchen counters, our eldest heads off to the bus stop. I get my briefcase and then head off to work.

I work for a high technology company in an office complex. The relaxed dress code works well for life in a chastity device. I wear a CB-6000s and in truth, even if the dress was business formal, it would still be unnoticeable, but in jeans and a dress shirt, it just feels more comfortable for some reason. No one has ever given any indication of noticing.

About 10:30, my phone rings and it is my wife. She asks how my day is going and I tell her about the project I am currently working on. There is a pause in the conversation and I hear a jingle. She asks me if I know what that is. I do. She keeps the keys to my CB-6Ks there at her work. Her office is protected through badge access and security guards. There is no way for me to get at them there, and she knows it. She had found a long time ago that I am happier when she taunts me frequently. I do notice that it causes my submissive pleasure to occur any time she does. I feel building elation as she says, "And this is the sound of them going back in my drawer." I hear a drawer shut on the other side of the line and my wife saying good bye to end the conversation.

My wife has discovered that she enjoys keeping me chaste for long durations. She also has discovered that I enjoy it too. She found that when she has me go down on her, I get off as much as she does. She kind of turned it into a reward system for me while keeping me chaste. She will first prompt me when she wants me to start and then direct where she wants me to focus and what techniques to use. She normally enjoys it to last a long time before going over the edge and slows me down when she gets close. Later she has me keep going until she shudders in pleasure. When she does, I too feel a flood of pleasure. It has developed into a time I always look forward to.

Inside a D/s relationship has been more fulfilling then I had imagined. We made the transition over four years ago. At first it took some time to adjust out of our equality dynamic. Once we both began to enjoy our new roles my pleasure really deepened. It was about two years ago that I first put on my chastity device. Initially, it was something I kept on for about three days, but my wife saw that I was comfortable and began to increase the durations. I am currently kept in about three months each time. Sometimes though, my wife will surprise me and let me out a little early. Other times, it takes longer.

Since I orgasm quickly once let out, intercourse has not been something my wife has asked of me. She enjoys my going down on her through the week. A few times she has taken it all the way with a guy. She tells me about it after. She just likes the different feelings that it brings, but most of the time she tells me she can be satisfied with what I do for her. I find when she shares with me her times with other guys, it floods me with pleasure. Knowing how much she gets to enjoy it turns me on something fierce. I am so happy she feels free to do so and share it with me.

I couldn't be happier in our relationship as the submissive. Tonight I am looking forward to feeling some of the pleasure when I start the laundry. I will first feed the children dinner, bath them, and put them to sleep. After I start the laundry, I will get something small prepared for my wife, incase she is hungry when she comes home. Also, while I am waiting for her to come home, as the night draws on, my fantasies will drift to her escalating a sexual encounter with someone she is out with and maybe when she gets home, she will have me go down on her before bed and tell me about it. I do not know what will happen, but I am a submissive husband who is so happy to have a wife who enjoys keeping me chaste and doing as she likes.



New Master at Riverbend



Jerome stood just inside the doorway at the shadowed end of the room. He should have just turned and gone down the stairs and out to the carriage to tell Thomas that Master John wasn't ready to go yet. That's all Thomas, Master John's carriage driver, had told him to do. But the shock of what he'd found when he'd entered the house on Decatur Street and been waved to the second door down the hall on the second floor held him plastered to his shadowy vigil spot long enough to engage his curiosity.

He was old enough to understand this between a man and a woman—he'd been fucking cook's daughter, Macey, long enough in the smoke house himself that she was waddling around supporting her belly with both her hands and with a big smile on her face. And he did the field hand Lottie regularly out in the cotton field too. She was too old to bear, he thought, but she knew what to do with a young man's cock. She'd been riding his since he became a grown man, old enough to go to the fields. These things Jerome already understood in his nineteenth year on this earth. But this. This was not something he had considered possible.

When Jerome had quietly pushed open the door and stolen in, he was suspecting something like this was going on. Everyone knew what went on in the Decatur Street house. But he didn't expect this. He didn't expect this at all.

A small black man of not more than Jerome's age was lying on his side on the bed—naked. He was up on one elbow and his back was turned to Jerome. Young Master John, also naked except for the billowing white cotton shirt with the flounces on it, open so that Jerome could see his hard-bodied chest, had the fingers of one hand buried in the black, wooly hair of the black man's head, holding the head to his groin. The black man was moving his mouth down and up on Master John's cock. The white man's other hand was reaching down and gripping the black man's cock and was stroking it.

Jerome hadn't ever seen anything like this at all. He should have turned and run out, but this was something entirely new to him, and Jerome was the curious type, especially where it came to sexual activity. And not knowing any better, the old master not having pushed the Riverbend plantation slaves to attend church, Jerome had no internal prejudices set on things such as this. Slave row at Riverbend was an earthy place. As soon as he had become aware of his sexual nature, Lottie was showing him how it could give him pleasures that transported him from the hardships of plantation life. She didn't tell him that it was only something that men and women did.

Still, it had not occurred to him that there were other couplings possible such as this one.

Before Jerome could get the notion to leave and go tell Thomas that their new master, John, didn't appear to need the carriage any time soon, the tableau on the bed was changing. Master John was standing on the floor on the other side of the bed and had turned the black man on his side and lifted the man's left leg to rest his ankle on John's shoulder. The black man's plump buttocks were plastered to the white man's pelvis, and the white man was fucking the black man's ass with long deep strokes. Master John was still fisting and stroking the black man's cock, and the black man was moaning and writhing against the deep stroking inside him. He had his left arm raised and a black hand palmed on the white chest, whether to try to push the white man away or to establish a connection to the man fucking him, Jerome couldn't tell. His other hand was stretched out across the bed and he was clutching the bed cloth in a fist. It seemed to Jerome that he was bunching and releasing the material in the same rhythm that Master John was stroking him with his cock. Whether or not that was so, Jerome saw it as so—and it aroused him.

The black man's face was turned toward Jerome, set in an expression of almost pleading. Jerome wondered if the man could see him there in the shadows. Possibly so. There was little danger that Master John could see him, though. White slaveholders rarely saw their slaves even in broad daylight; they looked right through them as if they weren't even there. The black man's eyes were opened wide, glittering, and his mouth was slack. He was moaning and groaning.

Master John turned him again, to his back, his buttocks at the edge of the bed. The white man grabbed the black man's ankles with his fist and brutally jerked them wide. He was leaning over the black man's chest, growling and grunting. His hips were pistoning fast and hard. The black man was clutching at the bed cloth with both of his fists and writhing under the white man and babbling incoherently and crying out at each deep, rapid thrust.

Master John tensed, abruptly stopping the thrusts. His body jerked and his head turned up toward the ceiling. Jerome saw in his face the same ecstasy he saw in Macey's when he released his seed in her. One, two, three more pumps and Master John let out a long sigh and collapsed on top of the black man, who just lay there, moaning.

Jerome realized that he had wet himself with his own sticky manseed. He hoped that Thomas wouldn't notice that when he returned to the carriage. Master John's ejaculation, though, broke the spell, and Jerome realized that he had been away from Thomas too long. He withdrew quietly and then clattered out onto the street.

"I do believe Massa John be ready soon," he said breathlessly to Thomas when he arrived back at the carriage. "But he ain't ready now."

"Why you be so long in findin' that out?" Thomas asked suspiciously. "You find some pussy to poke for yerself while you in there?"

"No, no. They's not want to tell me where he was. Took me a time to get them to check on him. You know I can't 'ford the pussy they got in there."

"You such a handsome stud, I figure they give it to you for free just so they can watch. Nice big cock like yours and fine body."

Jerome blushed—if a black man can blush. Thomas had been talking to him like this for some months. It was only now that Jerome could come to the point of considering what Thomas might be meaning about that. True that often when he was sluicing himself down, having come for the fields, Thomas was there to jabber with him while he was naked. Jerome would need to give that some thought now. Now that he knew that men did it with men too.

Fifteen minutes later, Thomas gave Jerome the evil eye. "Thought you said the massa was about done."

"That's what they tell me in the house," Jerome answered defensively.

"Best I go check, I guess," Thomas said, moving to get down from the driving box.

"No, I'll go," Jerome answered.

He went quietly back upstairs. Although patrons and servants of the house were moving about, no one saw him or challenged him. There were advantages to being invisible to the whites, Jerome thought as he approached the second door down the hall.

The black man was on all fours in the center of the bed and Master John was crouched over his pelvis, fucking him in long, fast strokes. He was cupping the black man's throat from behind and arching his back up. The black man had a wild-eyed look in his eyes and his tongue was lolling out of his mouth. That's how Jerome liked to fuck Macey. Lottie liked that position too, but she preferred Jerome fucking her in the ass when he took her this way. He never realized that it could look so arousing. Master John was leaning well forward on the black man's buttocks so that Jerome could clearly see the thick white cock burying itself in the black asshole and then sliding out and then in again. He focused his attention on that action and felt chills running up his spine. He envisioned himself as poking a white man like that—maybe even Master John, although that gave him a start and a jolt of fear—and maybe even being poked like that.

He was surprised at the thought—but he was even more surprised that he didn't shrink from the thought.

He did, however, step out of the room and down the stairs and out to the carriage.

"I reckon Massa John won't be ready for a time yet," he told Thomas.

Thomas didn't bother to ask why. It wasn't the lot of a slave in the plantation world to ask why, just to stand by, invisible, until some white person told them what, where, and when.

* * * *

The various strata of the Riverbend plantation community had been living carefully and on the edge of concern for several months now, since even before young Master John came to take up residence. The Rembeaus, the family that had owned and lived at Riverbend for generations, were almost all gone now. Master John was the last of the lot, and he was just a cousin to Master Edward, the patriarch of the family last in residence here. But Master Edward's family had, to a member, been taken by the fever while visiting a plantation farther down the Mississippi, and Master John had inherited.

The big concern was what Master John was going to do with Riverbend. There were rumors that he would break up the place—sell the land and sell the slaves too. Neither the slaves nor the next strata up, the overseers, liked this thought one little bit. For the slaves, it inevitably meant a breakup of a community that had lived here for some hundred and fifty years, including, probably, family units. To the overseers it meant new, quite possibly less-desirable, employment needing to be found.

Nothing had transpired yet, but everyone was living in fear. Some, the customary leaders of the slave community, a small network of the older women who were house or kitchen slaves, were not content with sitting and waiting.

"How long has your Adelle been housemaiding at the big house, Naddie?"

"Ever since the young massa arrived. She done everthin' I told her to do—leastwise she claims so—and still he not taken her to his bed."

"Ever thing?" Zumma Mae said, with astonishment. "She a right tempting morsel. I can't see no white man not wanting inside that if she be shashaying around his bed already."

"I don' know what else to try, Zumma Mae. We always have someone in the massa's bed to give us some voice in how things run around here. We gotta do somethin'. I can't live with the thought of being parted with any of my kin. Thas happenin' elsewhere, but we don wan it happenin' here."

Jerome, who was standing in the kitchen doorway and watching Macey move around, putting pots she cleaned away and moving things back and forth into and from the larder room, muttered under his breath, "Usin' wrong bait, I'se supposing'"

"What's that you say, Jerome?" Naddie asked, turning to him. "And wha ya doin' sniffin' around here for, anyhow? Don't think like I don know what you after. Well, you already seeded up Macey here. You can just take it on out to the field. I think I hear Lottie a'callin' you."

The women sitting around the table cackled and Macey looked embarrassed and went into the larder room and didn't come right back out. Jerome didn't budge from the doorway.

"Nothin'. I was saying nothin'." But he sure was thinking about it.

"Might not be nuff on this problem anyhow," Zumma Mae picked up the discussion. "The man could plow Adelle from sundown to sunup and still come away and sell her momma on the auction block. Thas just the way white man do it."

"I suppose," Naddie said, but she added with a determined voice, "But someone gotta do somethin' about it."

The women were deep in conversation, so Jerome took his chance and slipped by them and into the larder. He came up behind Macey, who was facing a shelf, and embraced her, putting both arms around her and cupping one full, ample breast with one hand and her bulging belly with the other. Macey gave a low cry, but nuzzled back into him like she'd both expected and wanted this.

"What you doin' here sniffin' round me, Jerome? You already did your bizness here. You don't want no fat woman."

"I always want this woman," Jerome whispered. He sniffed at her hair, "You always smell so fresh and flowery."

"Flowery, eh? You can't even pick out a flower and bring it to me if you gonna try that silliness on me?"

"It don' matter. I figure you like my dick as well as the next man's. A hard dick is as much flower as I need bring you, I figure."

"More. You know that. You my master. You know that. You git that dick up inside me and move it and you know you my master. That I do anything for you. Ohh, Jerome. You shouldn't . . . not in here. They's busybodies just in the other room."

Jerome had hiked up her gunnysack dress, finding, as he expected, no clothing underneath, and was cupping her triangle and working a finger inside her, looking for the spot that made her moan.

She moaned.

"Let them find their own dick," Jerome murmured. "If you promise not to make no noise, I'll promise not to either."

"You stop that now, boy. You know this tain't the time nor place."

"With you any time or place is right."

She moaned again as, having bunched the dress up around her waist, Jerome unbuttoned and released himself. He covered her mouth and nose with his hand to muffle her cry as he pushed up into her and started to pump slowly.

When he felt she could control herself, he dropped the hand back to her breast. "You still think we shouldn't be doin' this, sugar?"

"Jus' be good to me, Jerome. I tole you already. You get that dick of yours up there and I'll do anythin' you want."

He proceeded to be good to her.

A voice floated in from the kitchen. Naddie's voice. "Don't ya think I don't know what ya doin' in there, Jerome." The voice wasn't angry though; it had a tinge of laughter to it.

Jerome wasn't just fucking, though. He was also thinking. What had she said—twice? Get that dick up in her and he could do anything he wanted with her. There was something to think about in that. And what Jerome was thinking was that just maybe Naddie had the right idea but was looking at it from the wrong direction. When he thought of "the wrong direction," he gave a little laugh.

"What you find so funny?" Jerome, Macey asked in a breathy voice.

"Not a thing, sugah. You just keep pushin' back on it like that, and we do just fine."

* * * *

Jerome stood inside a two-walled isolated area set off behind a shed near the end of the Riverbend slave row, sluiced the first bucket of water over his body, and followed the rivulets of water down his torso and on to his thighs with his hands. He sensed that Thomas was nearby, watching him, and he smiled. This was working as he meant it to. He turned three-quarters sideways toward where he presumed Thomas was standing and moved a hand down to his basket, first cupping his balls and the underside of his cock and then moving his hand to his cock and giving it a few languid strokes.

He lifted his eyes and looked into Thomas's eyes. Yes, there is want there, he thought. Now that he knew that men did it with men as well as with women, he could clearly see the want in Thomas's eyes. It wasn't any different, really, than the want he'd seen in Macey and Lottie's eyes—indeed, in the eyes of most of the slave women. He just hadn't looked for it in the eyes of a man before. He smiled at Thomas, and Thomas gave an embarrassed start.

"You wanna lift the other bucket over me, Thomas?" Thomas, dressed only in his breeches, came slowly forward. He was trembling as he lifted the bucket of water over Jerome's head and let the liquid roll down his body. Thomas was a massive man, standing a good head taller than Jerome and with bulging arm, chest, and thigh muscles. Jerome felt diminished in his presence, needing to act carefully, because if he gave too much too soon, the man would overpower him and just take what he wanted and walk away. Jerome needed him to want him so badly that the massive man would follow his lead.

"Umm, feelin' good," Jerome whispered, running his hands down his torso to his thighs again. He could hear the catch in Thomas's breath, and before the man could move away from him, Jerome reached back and took Thomas's hands, bringing his arms around his body. He held one hand to his breast and moved the other one down to cover his genitals. Thomas was trembling. He asserted some control, however, pulling his hands away and running them over Jerome's body as he wished, but when the hands stopped roaming, they were back where Jerome had put them. Jerome was fighting hard the moan his throat wanted to give in response to the feel of the massive cock running up from his waistline. If the man wasn't so much taller than Jerome, Jerome was afraid that the cock would be in place already and that Thomas would just hold Jerome in a tight embrace and enter and take him right there.

"Me bein' wrong, Thomas? Does you not want to fuck with me?"

"Yes, I want to fuck you. Very much. But you only lie with women."

"I was thinkin' that to. But do you know what Massa John was doin' in that Decatur Street house?"

"Yes, I know well."

"And that he was doin' a man?"

"Yes, I know that too. White massas do what white massas want to do—with who they want to do it to."

"I watched. I be gone so long because I watched."

"Ah. And you be curious now, be you? How it feels to have a man inside you? Or you inside him?"

Thomas wasn't trembling as much. He was holding Jerome closer to him, with a stronger embrace, and he was starting to work Jerome's cock. It was dawning on him that perhaps this really was an opportunity. Jerome could feel the hardness of the man in the small of his back. And now he was the one trembling a bit.

"Yes, I be curious. Havin' another man inside me. But I be also a little afraid. How can I tell it will give me pleasure?"

"There is a way I see that tells," Thomas whisper. "I always find that if a man can suck a cock, he can enjoy it up his ass."

"So, you think . . .?"

Thomas was already gently turning Jerome's body and pushing the young man down onto his knees closely in front of him. His hardened cock was now pressing into Jerome's cheek, and Jerome just opened his mouth and took the bulb of it inside. Thomas sighed and shuddered, and Jerome showed that he needed little instruction to do what came naturally.

Lifting him back up, Thomas placed his lips on Jerome's and, though it surprised him, Jerome went with the kiss.

"Kissin' be as good a buildup to a fuck as anything else—as with a woman," Thomas said. He went in for another kiss, and while they were engaged in this, Thomas took both of their cocks together and stroked. Jerome was trembling again and released a moan.

"You can suck the cock and you can moan to a kiss," Thomas whispered. "I think you can moan to a cock inside you too. Is it what you want to try?"

"Yay, it is," Jerome murmured. He wasn't fully convinced himself, but he wanted to try it with Thomas first to see if he could endure it—at least whether or not he could convince another man he wanted it and then could take it with a smile.

Thomas gently turned Jerome around, facing away from him. "Bend over. Bend over and spread them legs," he said. And as Jerome did so, Thomas knelt down behind him, snaked a hand between his thighs, and grabbed Jerome's cock. Then Thomas's mouth went to Jerome's ass.

"What?" Jerome asked in surprise and half shock as he felt the wetness of the tongue at his channel entrance.

"Hold still. You be unused and I be big. We need to get you more open or you not bein' enjoyin' this much."

Jerome found himself sighing and moaning again as new sensations of pleasure rolled in waves over his body. The stroking of his cock didn't hurt either.

At length, Thomas stood, bidding Jerome to stay as he was but to spread his legs even further, and Thomas was slowly working his cock inside Jerome's ass, as the young man panted and grunted and groaned and tried his best not to scream out or try to escape.

"Let your body go limp and breath regular. I be in now. We rest and then I take you to glory. Your doin' good. The hurt will go in a bit. You need to be stretched to fit."




New Master New Slave



We have a cookout every July fourth. We roast a pig, buy a couple of kegs, and play horseshoes and volleyball. Good music and good friends. But, it's not that easy. There's a lot of work that goes into it. There are three of us, Kevin, Johnny and Myself. I'm Chris. Usually we start the night of the third. Kevin goes for the beer. Johnny and his wife go to the grocery store and I get the fire started. 

It's an all night job. Around nine, we start roasting the pig, tap the keg and hit the hot tub. By eleven we're drunk and ready to sleep. We take shifts watching the food all night. Around eight we'll cook breakfast. At ten, with the side dishes finished and the pig well done, the first guests start arriving. All afternoon, people come and go. We're not here to win or lose but to have a good time. It gets dark about nine then we start the fireworks. By eleven almost everyone is gone. Kevin and I, having found a couple of willing females, suggest that they stay later and we'll all hit the hot tub. I've set up a camera so we can get everything on tape without the girls knowing about it.

We relax naked in the hot tub for an hour or so while we seduce these willing women. We'll fuck them right there so we get it all on camera. We'll spend most of the next day cleaning before Kevin goes home.

That's the plan every year and has been for the last ten years. This year didn't really work out that way.

Everything started out fine. The night of the third and even into the morning of the fourth was right on schedule. About eight-thirty the rain started. Light at first, just a morning shower. As the morning wore on, it got heavier. By noon we knew the cook out was a bust. We were drinking heavily. There were just the four of us with beer and banquet for sixty. Johnny and his wife decided they would take some of the food to her parents, and then go home, leaving Kevin and me to finish what we could of the beer and the rest of the food.

We headed for the hot tub. I don't know why I turned the camera on, probably just a habit. We undressed and stepped in, both feeling sorry for ourselves.

"I was going to try to get in Janis's pants tonight," Kevin said. "I've been trying for two years but I thought tonight was the night."

"Nah, it'll never happen," I said. "I think her and June are sweet on each other."

He looked stunned. "You think she's lesbian?"

"I think they both are. Haven't you ever watched them when they're together? Always touching and feeling each other. Yea, I think they're lesbians," I said.

He thought for a minute. "That's ok with me. Maybe they'll let me watch," he smiled. "I'd love to watch two women."

I got up on the side of the tub. I'd had too much to drink and needed a nap. I laid back and dozed off. I woke to darkness. I opened my eyes to see a star filled night. The rain had stopped and I could see every star through the solarium roof. It took a minute to realize someone was sucking my cock. I tried not to move. I needed to think. The only one here when I went to sleep was Kevin. I was going to kill him. Later. Much later. Right now it was feeling too good.

I couldn't see him from my position but I could feel everything he was doing. He was running his tongue around the head of my cock. Damn it felt good. He was squeezing my balls with his hand. His tongue stopped swirling as he tried to deep throat all eight inches of my cock. Back to swirling his tongue and squeezing my balls. He was making love to my cock. There was nothing in this world except him and my cock. He eased it out of his mouth and licked down the shaft. He sucked my balls into his mouth, one then the other. He licked his way back up the shaft, cock back in his mouth. He was fucking my cock with his face and I was having a hard time pretending to be asleep. I wanted to grab his head, shove my cock down his throat and cum.

He was lost. He was moaning, licking and sucking. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, but he wasn't slowing down. He was squeezing my balls and pumping more cum into them. I couldn't wait any longer. I emptied my balls of all the cum he had pumped in. I shot load after load of cum into his mouth until he couldn't hold any more and he let it overflow onto my cock and stomach. The next thing I felt was him licking it up. He didn't want to waste a drop. I had just shot, probably the biggest load of cum in my life, in a man's mouth, while I was pretending to be asleep. Now he was licking it off of me and my cock was still rock hard. He started to suck it again. Different this time. Almost like he was kissing it goodbye. Then he got out of the hot tub and went into the house.

I finally recovered enough to go to bed. In the morning he was gone. I didn't know what to do. He'd been drunk, I'd been drunk maybe he wouldn't remember or maybe he'd think I didn't know anything about it. I knew he'd be back to help clean up later. I decided I pretend not to know anything.

He was back, all smiles at ten. By twelve we were finished and I was beginning to relax around him. We still had a keg and a half of beer left. We started drinking again. He talked me into calling Janis and June to invite them over. We were well into our fourth beer when they arrived. They tried to catch up quickly. We decided to hit the hot tub again. I sneaked out to change the tape in the camera and turn it on. Once we were all naked, Kevin started to make a play for Janis, forgetting everything I'd told him the night before. Finally, she told him, "I belong to June."

"What'd you mean 'belong'?" he asked.

"She owns me. I'm her slave."

He was stunned and I was interested. "I admit I knew you were lesbians, but a slave? I'm interested. Would you mind explaining?" I asked.

Janis started to say something, but June put her hand on her shoulder to stop her. Janis immediately stopped. June got out, walked over to her purse and retrieved a cat of nine tails and a leash. I had noticed the collar Janis wore all of the time but hadn't paid much attention to it. June hooked the leash to her and sat on the side of the tub with her legs spread and her pussy exposed. She gave the leash a slight yank. Janis turned around and buried her face in June's crotch.

June gave Janis a lick across the back with the whip. "That's for running your mouth. Now eat," she ordered.

Janis did as she was told while June explained. "Yes, we were lesbians first. But we soon discovered that Janis enjoys pain and humiliation. Also that I enjoy giving pain and humiliation. I love having someone do everything I tell them to do and she loves serving me. It's better than anything either of us has ever experienced. The sex is better and life is better. She does anything I tell her to do. You want to fuck her Kevin. All I have to do is tell her to and she will. But, I won't tell her. Don't get me wrong; I share her from time to time. We belong to a private club downtown, where Masters and Mistresses take their slaves to beat them and share them with others. I just don't like the way you made a pass at her right in front of me."

Janis continued to lick June's pussy. 

"Do you mind if we enjoy the show?" Kevin asked.

"No. Go right ahead."

Kevin slid up out of the tub exposing his hard on. I'd seen it before, but never really noticed. After last night, I was noticing. He was huge. That thing had to be ten inches. I'd always been proud of my eight but now…..

Kevin started to play with his cock while he watched. I was still in the hot tub but my cock was as hard as his. 

"June," I started. "I have a million questions, but could we move this inside?"

"Sure." She gave another light yank on the leash and Janis removed her face from June's crotch. We walked in with June leading Janis. June sat on the sofa, yanked the leash and Janis was on her knees licking again. Both Kevin and I were playing with our cocks now.

"So, how did you get started?" I asked

"Started at what? Being a lesbian or being a Mistress?" she responded.

"Being a lesbian."

"Well, neither Janis or I are true lesbians. We're both bi. But, it's easier to explain to people if they think we're lezzies. My first sexual experience was with a woman. I enjoyed it and just never gave it up." Then to Janis she said, "Eat me. You're listening too much and not licking enough." She brought the whip down across Janis's back again.

I was certainly enjoying the show but Kevin was mesmerized. He was pumping that long cock faster and faster. 

"How did you get into S and M?" I asked.

"Our love making just kept getting rougher and rougher. One night a friend invited us to go to the club. She told us that one of us would have to be on a leash. There was no discussion. We both knew which one it would be. So, we went. We had fun. We learned some things and we joined." 

I asked, "What's the club like?"

"Oh, no. If you want to know, you'll have to go."

"I don't have anyone to take. Besides its just curiosity," I answered.

"Take Kevin. You don't have to do anything. Just put a collar and leash on and go with us. We'll get you in," June offered. Kevin was listening and watching Janis eat her pussy. He was really working on the head of his cock now. June turned to look at him. She watched for a second then said to him, "You'd better not cum before I do!"

"Yes, Maam." He slowed down.

To Janis she said, "Lick faster. Make me cum on your face. Lick my clit. Suck it." Every time she gave an order she would hit Janis with the whip. Then it happened. Kevin couldn't wait anymore he shot cum all over the floor. June got up, walked over to him and hit him with the whip. "I told you not to cum. Now clean it up," she ordered as she hit him again.

"Yes, Maam." He started for the bathroom.

"Where are you going? I said clean it up!" She hit him again.

"I was going to get a towel."

"No towel. Lick it up." He looked at her then at me. She hit him with the whip again. "Don't look at Chris. Lick it up."

Kevin's cock was still hard, and seemed to grow even more with every crack of the whip. He got to his knees and began to lick his cum from the floor. "Now get it all." She went back to Janis, who started to lick her again. To me she said, "You need to get a collar, leash and a soft whip. You don't really want to hurt him. Have you ever had sex together? Kevin is obviously sub and I think you'd enjoy being a Master. Even if it's only for one night."

I hesitated. I wasn't sure if I should mention last night or night or not. I decided against it. "No. We're both straight."

"When it comes to S&M it doesn't matter if you're straight or not. It's the domination or submission that is the turn on. I've seen totally gay men fuck totally lesbian women because they were told to. It's a completely different world. You should come with us."

"What do you think Kevin?" I asked him.

"NO!" June yelled. "You don't ask him. You tell him," she shook her head. "I told you he's sub. Watch this." To him she said, "Are you finished boy?"

"Yes, Maam."

He had licked all of the cum from the floor. "Come here," She ordered. He crawled over to her. "Suck his cock." 

"I can't do that," Kevin said.

CRACK! She brought the whip down across his back. "I said suck."

"I've never done that and I don't intend to start now." He started to get up. I saw that his cock was still hard. I knew he wanted someone to force him. 

"That's not exactly true. I have a video from last night that shows you sucking me while you thought I was asleep. Now, I want you to suck my cock," I told him. He dropped to his knees, grateful that I had forced him to do this. He took my cock in his mouth and repeated last night. He licked and sucked while I watched Janis and June. June was smiling down at her slave and Janis appeared to be in heaven serving her Mistress. Kevin was enjoying himself too. "Come on Kevin, suck my cock. That feels good. Lick it. Play with my balls." June handed me her whip. I hit Kevin hard and he moaned. He was having fun. June was starting to hump Janis's face. She was getting close to cumming. Another second or two and she came on Janis's tongue.

To Janis she said, "You may watch the cocksucker and play with yourself." Janis began rubbing her clit as she watched Kevin suck my cock. I was seeing nothing but Kevin bobbing up and down on my cock. I was close. 

He started licking the swollen head. "I'm going to cum. Swallow it all." I ordered. I continued to fuck his face. When I started to cum he got more excited. I put my hands on his head and helped him keep the rhythm. Before I was finished, I was afraid I was going to drown him in my cum, but I continued to fuck him and he continued to suck. 

Now everyone had cum except Janis. June saw me looking at Janis and read my mind. "You may play with your pussy," June told her. Then to me, "You should really consider going to the club with us. There'll be good food, dancing and a lot of sex. It's really a lot of fun."

"Sounds interesting. I'll think about it. Maybe sleep on it." Janis was about ready to cum but she slowed down. Kevin was watching her and pumping away at his cock. June looked down at Janis.

"You may cum," she said. Janis immediately came, with Kevin not far behind her.

Janis looked at him in disgust. "You let your slave cum without permission?"

"We're new to this," I said. To Kevin I ordered, "You made a mess, now clean it up." He started to lick the cum up without hesitation. He was really developing a taste for cum. I hit him with the whip a few times while he was licking it up. He moaned every time I did. I was beginning to enjoy it myself. My cock was hard again.

June suggested, 'If you want to go with us, maybe we should give you some lessons on proper behavior. Janis could coach Kevin on how to be a proper slave and I can show you how to be a good master."

"Ok. When?"

"Tomorrow. We'll stay here tonight and start in the morning. Tomorrow night we'll go to the club. Ok with you?" she asked.

"Sounds good to me. What'll we do tonight?" I asked hoping she would decide that she wanted to fuck.

"Sex," she said. "I want to watch you fuck Kevin in the ass."

Kevin looked horrified. He starred at my cock with his mouth hanging open. He was wondering how it was going to fit in his ass.

"Ok. Kevin, go get the Vaseline from the bathroom." I hit him across the ass with the whip. He returned in a moment looking frightened and excited. That huge cock of his still hard. I took the Vaseline from him and pointed at the floor. He got on his hands and knees with his ass pointed at me. Janis was sitting on the sofa. June nodded at her that it would be alright for her to play with her pussy, which she did. I got on my knees behind him, opened the Vaseline and started to play with my cock. June straddled his back looking at me. I put my cock against his asshole and pushed just a little. He moved away from me. I slapped his ass. I pushed again penetrating him this time. I felt him tense up. I just held still to give him time to adjust. I could feel him move slightly. Then a little more and more and more. He was soon taking half my cock up his ass. I tore my eyes from his ass to look at June who was smiling at me. Janis was rubbing hard on her clit. I started slapping his ass every time I withdrew my cock. He was struggling trying to get the whole thing up his ass. Then I felt his balls bumping against mine. I grabbed both hips and started to fuck him in earnest. June was on fire watching.

"Turn him over," She suggested. I withdrew my cock completely and he rolled to his back. I took the opportunity to lube my cock again. He lifted his balls and I put my cock back in his ass. I was really enjoying this. June squatted on his face forcing him to eat her pussy. I was close to cumming. I was fucking a man in the ass and he was making me cum. June had him right where she wanted him. His tongue in her pussy and my cock up his ass. She had an evil grin on her face. Then I noticed she was peeing in his mouth. It was too much for me. I unloaded all of my cum in his ass. 

June stood and said, "That was fun. Don't you need to pee Janis?"

Janis squatted over Kevin and peed on his face. 

I still had my cock in Kevin's ass and it was getting hard again. He was moving back and fourth slightly. Trying to get me hard. It worked.

"You want me to fuck you some more?" I asked him.

"Yes!"

"Yes what?"

He had been paying attention. And he learns fast.

"Yes Master. I want you to please fuck my ass again."

June said, "You two lovebirds go ahead. We're going to bed and get to some serious pussy eating."

"Goodnight," I said.

I fucked Kevin again and left him begging me to allow him to cum. But no I decided twice was enough for a cock sucking slave. It was easy to see we were going to have some good times together.



New Material



Charlene's friends arrived about half an hour before the package came. Kumiko was the first to ring the doorbell at Charlene's parents house. Her smile was radiant and the girls hugged and kissed on the cheek. They had been close friends the previous school year but had not seen each other over the summer.

Charlene had a round face and was of average height and build with light brown ringlets of her hair falling past her shoulders. She was modest, but descriptions of her ranged from cute to stunningly beautiful. She was beginning her third year as an English Literature major at a university that until recently only enrolled women students. It was still warm on the late autumn day when the package arrived, and Charlene wore a piece blue dress more appropriate to summer.

Nineteen year old Kumiko was in her second year. She studied Sociology and had few classes in common with Charlene but two had become close friends. In her high heels, Kumiko was the same height as Charlene, and on that day she wore a white blouse with a black pleated skirt. 

Despite her obvious beauty, Kumiko was quite shy. Charlene sometimes found this trait endearing, at other times frustrating. The previous year, after Kumiko had confided that she was a virgin, Charlene decided to introduce her to Marc. Marc was one of the best looking boys in the school, and something of a prize in a school where girls outnumbered boys three to one. Charlene hadn't thought she wanted Marc; indeed, she had chosen to attend a school with a majority female student population precisely to avoid romantic engagements. She had had boyfriends in high school and over the summer breaks, and there would be enough time for that after college. Despite her attitude, she had found herself jealous of Kumiko and Marc's relationship. At the end of the previous year, Charlene had confessed her feelings to Kumiko. She had run off, almost in tears, before Kumiko could respond. For the next few days, Charlene was so distraught that she barely ate. And then she learned that Kumiko had broken off the relationship with Marc before going to Japan for the summer. When the fall semester began, the girls quickly resumed their friendship.

As Kumiko and Charlene sat in the living room of Charlene's parents' house, Cathy and Julie arrived together in Julie's Honda Civic. Both had straight dark brown hair that came to their shoulders. They looked like sisters and might even pass for twins. Their resemblance was skin deep however, as their temperaments were quite different. Julie had a logical mind and was studying to be an engineer. In conversation, she was direct, but discreet. Cathy loved being the center of attention. Like Charlene, Cathy studied English Literature. She had sharp wit and supplied copious snark in class. Julie and Cathy were close friends and spent nearly all their free time together. The previous year, Charlene had learned that Julie and Cathy had bedded one of Marc's friends together. Charlene suspected that the two were linked sexually, but she hadn't asked.

Like Charlene and Kumiko, Julie and Cathy were remarkably beautiful. On the day they came to Charlene's parents house, Julie was casually dressed in blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Cathy wore a prim white blouse with a short grey skirt and white stockings. Both had brought their bookbags so they could study.

"So, did the package arrive yet?" asked Cathy as Charlene showed them around the house.

"Not yet," said Charlene. "It should be here in thirty minutes or so."

"Did you say your aunt worked in research and development at Dear Angela?" Julie asked.

"Yeah," said Charlene. "She's a project manager."

"Research at an underwear company," teased Cathy, "Hmm, sounds very high tech."

"Well, the slips we're going to be testing are made from a new material they developed in the lab," said Charlene. "I don't know if it's high tech, but she said it'd be different from anything we've worn before." 

"Oh, I'm not complaining," said Cathy. "Being paid $200 to try on sexy underwear for three hours is a good deal. I'm glad your aunt offered us this little job."

"But paying us to try on lingerie and fill out an evaluation sounds more like marketing research than science, remarked Julie. "Calling it 'R&D' is a little pretentious, don't you think?"

"It does sound a little funny," admitted Charlene. "But I trust my aunt. She a master's degree in chemistry, you know. I'm surprised she went to work for Dear Angela, actually."

"And all we need to do is try on their chemically advanced lingerie?" asked Julie.

"Right. For three hours. And fill out an evaluation."

"So, these slips we're going to wear... have you seen them?" asked Kumiko. 

"No," said Charlene. "I don't think it'll be anything too weird. My aunt said they'd be short, though. She told me to try them with friends I'd feel comfortable around. So I called you all!" Charlene smiled. "I honestly don't know what they're going to be like. Since my parents are out of town for the week, I thought this would be a good place to try them on." 

"What's so special about this new material?" questioned Cathy. "Is it transparent?"

"I don't think so," Charlene replied. "In fact, I remember her mentioning something about it being completely opaque."

"Opaque?" said Kumiko.

"Yes, that means the opposite of fun," said Cathy. Julie laughed at this, and Kumiko giggled.

Charlene led her friends to an open area upstairs where there was a weight bench and a pool table by a sofa. A door led to Charlene's old bedroom.

"When I moved into the dorms at school, my dad wanted to convert my old bedroom into his exercise room," explained Charlene. One wall of her old room was covered in floor to ceiling mirrors. Against another wall was a giant bed, and two small couches were crammed into the corner by a stereo system. "But his sister got divorced and she needed a place to stay. She had that bed and those loveseats brought in with her. Also, the pool table outside. She stayed for half a year and left all this stuff behind when she went to live in Spain."

"Is this the aunt who's hiring us to test the slips?" asked Julie.

"Oh god, no," said Charlene. "That's my mom's sister. Completely different person."

"I think that's the biggest bed I've ever seen," remarked Kumiko.

"Yeah, it took like four guys to get it up the stairs when she moved in."

"How many people sleep on that bed at once?" wondered Kumiko.

"You know, that's the kind of question I didn't ask!"

"Swinger..." sang Cathy.

Kumiko and Charlene chatted while Julie and Cathy read they school books. When the doorbell rang, Kumiko followed Charlene downstairs to answer. It was FedEx as expected, but Charlene was surprised when the deliveryman handed her a document-sized cardboard envelope. "Is that it? There's no other package?" she asked. "Sorry miss, just the one," said the deliveryman. The envelope was clearly too small to contain garments for four young women. Charlene and Kumiko returned upstairs disappointed.

Cathy looked up and saw the envelope. "Oh, I know what that's going to say. 'We're sorry to inform you that we've found better looking young women to try our space age underwear. Please accept this letter as a token of our apology.'" 

"It was too good to be true," sighed Kumiko sitting the sofa next to Cathy.

Charlene opened the envelope and removed a letter. She read aloud. "Instructions... Tear open packet and remove slip. The slip should be worn immediately after being removed from the packet. No other clothing should be worn underneath or on top of the slip for the duration of the trial.' And so on... and there's a web address for the online evaluation." 

Cathy frowned "Not very useful instructions without the slips."

"A different shipment maybe?" suggested Kumiko.

Julie peered into the cardboard FedEx envelope. She held it open over the coffee table, and out fell four small white packets. Each was flat and about two inches long. "So we have packets..." said Julie.

"They look condiment packets from Taco Bell," exclaimed Kumiko.

"Are we going to wear hot sauce for three hours?" laughed Cathy.

"Well, you did say they'd be short" noted Julie.

Cathy held one of the packets on top of her head. "Am I wearing this correctly?" she teased.

Charlene continued with the instructions. "'After the garments have been donned, subjects should remain physically active during the trial,'" she read aloud. "'Examples of suitable physical activities include walking, running, dancing...'"

Julie examined one of the packets. It seemed to contain a milky white fluid. She held it over the polished black coffee table and carefully tore open the wrapper. A pearly fluid poured out onto the table into a flat white puddle the size of a sheet of printer paper. The girls gathered around as Julie dipped her finger onto the surface and began swirling it around. "What is that?" wondered Kumiko. "Ew, it's alien space spunk!" said Cathy. 

Julie pinched a part of the puddle and lifted a strand of it off the table. Rubbing her thumb against her finger, it formed a loop. Julie furrowed her brow, and located a faint white-on-white stripe in another part of the puddle and lifted another strand. As she rubbed it, it too formed a loop. She put her fingers through the strands and lifted. The whole puddle rose from the table as a single piece and the girls were amazed to see that it was the shape and size of a short dress.

"Oh my god!" exclaimed Kumiko. 

"It's..." started Cathy, at a loss for words. 

Charlene touched the filmy object that Julie held above the table. It felt fluid, and almost insubstantial despite its white opacity, but it was clearly a solid not a liquid. The texture was viscous, like a thin sheet of iridescent white oil covering... nothing. Despite the thinness of the material, it wasn't in the least bit transparent. It didn't seem possible that something that size could come from the tiny packet. The surface texture was so slippery it felt wet to the touch, but Charlene's fingers were dry as she pulled them away. It seemed to be made from a single sheet; there were no seams where the shoulder straps connected to the rest of the slip.

"Can that actually be worn?" wondered Cathy.

"I think so," said Julie. "It's short, but it'll fit any of us."

Kumiko ran her hand through the fabric. "I'm amazed this actually fit in that tiny packet."

"This is different from what I was expecting," admitted Jule. "So, Charlene..." She cocked an eyebrow. "You first, right?" 

The garment was like nothing Charlene had expected, but she couldn't object. She glanced around the room. The windows admitted plenty of light, but the girls would not be visible from the street. Charlene hesitated a moment, considering whether she should take the strange garment into her old room to change privately. She decided against it; the slip would leave her nearly bare anyway. Charlene unzipped the back of her dress. She pulled out of it and stood before her friends in her white bra, satin panties and cotton socks. She glanced quickly at Kumiko, then unlatched her bra. Her ample firm breasts held their shape as they came free. She had small nipples with areolas only slightly darker than the surrounding skin. She put her arms into the slip that Julie held out for her, located the shoulder straps then slipped it over her head. It seemed weightless, but she could feel its slick surface on her body. The material hung loose despite the small size, barely covering her panties. 

The girls gathered around Charlene to feel the fabric. Kumiko gently ran her fingertips over Charlene's flat stomach. Julie ran her hand along Charlene's back while Cathy felt Charlene's side just above her hip. "It feels like suntan oil," remarked Kumiko. In fact, the feeling was sensational. The pearl colored fabric was fully opaque, but so thin that where it rested on Charlene's skin, it seemed painted on. Charlene's small nipples were clearly delineated, as were her panties where the material brushed against her waist. The instructions had said not to wear anything under the slip. Charlene reached underneath and pulled down her satin panties. Charlene stepped out of them, then used her toes to pull off her socks. She walked a few steps and turned to face her friends. As Kumiko had said, it felt like she was dressed in nothing but oil. In fact, she felt naked. 

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Amazing!" said Cathy.

"This stuff is so cool!" said Julie.

"You look beautiful," said Kumiko. 

"Okay, I need to try this." said Cathy. She and Julie began removing their clothing. Under her jeans and T-shirt, Julie wore white cotton panties and a bra. Cathy removed her blouse and skirt and to reveal a white bra and thong with white garterless stockings. Cathy stepped up to Julie, turned her back and looked over her shoulder. Julie undid Cathy's bra then turned her back and Cathy undid her bra in turn. Even their breasts had the same form, slightly smaller than Charlene's with darker, more prominent nipples. But even wearing as little as they did, their dress styles revealed their contrasting personalities. Julie wore sensible cotton panties. Cathy's thong and stockings made a different impression.

The girls tore open two more of the small white packets and poured the contents on the black table. The milky puddles seemed to merge together, but pulled apart easily when the straps were located. They put on their slips and stood up.

"This feels amazing!" exclaimed Julie, as she slid her hands along the sides of her breasts. The outline of her cotton panties was visible where the fabric brushed over her hips.

"I love this," said Cathy. The tops of her stockings were inches from the bottom of the slip, leaving a few inches of her thighs bare in grade A zettai ryouiki fashion. She looked at Julie, then put her thumbs under the slip and removed her thong. Standing straight, she began rolling her shoulders and swaying her hips, as if dancing to music only she could hear. "Oh my god, it feels even better like this!" She put her hands behind her neck and stretched her elbows above her head. Her slip was pulled up just long enough for Charlene to note that Cathy's pubes were shaved bare.

Julie removed her own cotton panties and grinned. "This is some nice work!" she exclaimed.

Kumiko had unbuttoned her blouse. She hesitated, then looked at Charlene before removing it. Her dark nipples showed clearly through her white bra. She unzipped and removed her pleated skirt. Her panties matched her bra in color and transparency, and her trim black bush was visible as a dark patch through the lacy fabric. She approached Charlene, then turned her back as Cathy and Julie had done. Charlene found her eyes drawn to Kumiko's naked shoulders, then down her back to her beautifully formed rear. Kumiko looked over her shoulder and smiled shyly as Charlene unlatched her bra. Kumiko's small breasts were pointed with prominent dark nipples. She tore open the last packet and put on her slip. She pulled down her lace underwear. As she stood up one of the straps slipped down Kumiko's shoulder. Charlene gently pulled it back in place. She allowed her finger to glide down the side of Kumiko's breast. "How do you like it?" she asked. "It feels wonderful," Kumiko replied softly.

"Let's see how we look in the big mirror!" announced Cathy. The four girls went into Charlene's old bedroom and stood in front of the mirror that had been installed when the room was to have been converted into an exercise room. There was no denying that the four of them were absolutely stunning in the shimmering outfits. The iridescent white of the slips had an arresting beauty that accentuated the curves of their bodies. The shapes of their breasts were no more concealed than had the slips been painted on, but the material rippled where it swayed over their hips. Even so, Charlene discerned the faint outline of Julie's and Kumiko's pubic hair when the slips brushed against the skin.

"They should make a gown from this," gushed Cathy. "Full length but slit way up the side. Low in the back, and cut to here in the front." She indicated a spot above her navel. "It would be fabulous. Can you imagine stepping onto the red carpet in this? The paparazzi behind a velvet rope, snapping pictures. Wearing nothing but a dress that would fit inside a matchbox!"

Julie grinned and Kumiko closed her eyes. Charlene found the notion exhilarating. To be covered, yet feel so exposed. She pictured herself in Cathy's scenario, then thought of Kumiko on the red carpet next to her.

"So what do we do now?" asked Julie.

Charlene let go of her reverie. "We're supposed to stay active for the next three hours. So whatever."

A cue stick was leaning against the wall in a corner of the room. Julie picked it up. "Pool, anyone?"

It seemed as good an idea as any, so Julie and Cathy went back to the open area to rack the balls while Kumiko and Charlene set up a soft rock playlist on the iPod hooked up to the stereo. Those would be the teams. "I'll break," said Cathy. Charlene stood to the side of the table and watched Cathy take her shot. Charlene realized immediately that these slips were not designed to provided coverage while playing pool. Though it had clung to her skin when she stood upright, Cathy's slip hung loosely as she leaned forward, the tips of her breasts visible as she aimed. Cathy sunk a ball on the break and stood next to Charlene to take her next shot. As she leaned over the table, the gap between her stockings and the slip increased several inches, bearing her bottom. She casually sank another ball before it was Kumiko's turn. 

Charlene stood across the corner of the table as Kumiko leaned forward to take her shot. Through the open front of Kumiko's slip, Charlene could see between her breasts, past her navel, to the top of her pubic hair. Kumiko glanced up and Charlene met her eyes. Kumiko smiled briefly before shooting the ball. She sunk it, but missed the next one. As Julie efficiently pocketed two more balls, Charlene was more than ever aware of the Kumiko's presence next to her.

When it was Charlene's turn, she found a spot opposite Kumiko, reversing the positions they had held before. She positioned her body carefully, thinking more of Kumiko than the balls on the table. She held her chin up as she adjusted her shoulders, allowing the slip to hang lower. When she looked up, Kumiko's eyes flicked up to meet hers. Charlene looked back at the cue ball and gently rocked her hips before she took the shot. It should have been an easy one, but Charlene's attention was focused elsewhere and the ball missed the pocket. It wasn't a complete failure, though. Kumiko was visibly flushed and the two continued to steal glances at each other for the rest of the match.

Julie and Cathy handily won the match and offered to change teams for a next round, but Charlene and Kumiko declined.

"Let's turn up the music," suggested Julie. The girls went back to Charlene's old room where Julie turned up the stereo. She began dancing and Cathy responded. Kumiko joined in, and Charlene completed the circle. At first, the four faced inward, smiling all around as they danced. But they soon paired up. Charlene found herself dancing closer and closer to Kumiko. She put her hand on Kumiko's waist. Their breasts brushed against each other through the slippery fabric. Charlene put her other hand on Kumiko's back, and the girls gently pressed their bodies together. Kumiko put her lips by Charlene's ear.

"Last spring..." Kumiko whispered. "You said you were jealous because of Marc. I was so worried you didn't want us to be friends."

"Kumiko," said Charlene softly. "It wasn't you I was jealous of. I was jealous of Marc."

Kumiko met Charlene's gaze. Slowly, Charlene leaned forward and the girls allowed their lips to brush against each other. Then Kumiko closed her eyes and Charlene kissed her fully on the mouth. Kumiko squeezed Charlene tightly in her arms and opened her lips, accepting Charlene's passionate kiss. Kumiko's leg rubbed between Charlene's thighs as they pressed their bodies together, squeezing each other through the thin fabric.




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Charlene felt one of the plush sofas by her leg and she and Kumiko found themselves falling onto it without breaking their embrace. Kumiko awkwardly managed to get one of her legs onto the sofa and wrap it over Charlene's thigh. Charlene put her other leg over Kumiko's other thigh. Their bodies now unobstructed, they began to rub more urgently against one another. The thin slips were pushed upward by the friction, allowing their bare skin to touch. Charlene could feel Kumiko's pubic hair rubbing against her as they kissed.

Suddenly Kumiko broke off and leaned back, catching her breath. Charlene rose, untangling her legs. Kumiko lay back on the cushions, lips parted, teeth clenched, and her legs wide open. One of the straps had fallen to her elbow, exposing her breast. Her slip was hiked up around her waist, leaving her completely exposed.

"How long have you two been an item?" asked Cathy. Cathy and Julie stood with an arm around each other's waist. Julie's other hand held Cathy's breast.

Kumiko closed her legs and adjusted herself on the sofa, but made no move to cover her breast.

"Since, um... just now," Charlene replied, flustered.

"Something's been brewing between the two of you since last year," noted Julie.

Charlene and Kumiko looked at each other. Neither denied Julie's assertion.

Cathy took Julie's hand and she moved toward the bed. "This bed is enormous." she said. She climbed onto it on her hands and knees, oblivious to her bared her bottom and shaved slit. She lay down on the covers as Julie crawled onto the bed next to her. Julie bent over Cathy and they kissed.

The bed was so spacious that Julie and Cathy together took less than half the space. Charlene looked back at Kumiko on the little sofa. She held out her hand and Kumiko took it and rose. Together they climbed onto the available space on the bed. Kumiko lay on her back and spread her legs when Charlene climbed on top of her. As they kissed, Charlene began rhythmically thrusting her pelvis into Kumiko's. Kumiko turned her head from side to side, her face brushing against Charlene's hair. Charlene sat up and straddled Kumiko's thigh and moved forward. When their labias touched, the girls began grinding into each other. Charlene clutched Kumiko's angle and put her head back delighting in the sensation. Beside them, Julie and Cathy were locked in an embrace.

One of the straps of Kumiko's slip had slipped off her shoulder, exposing her breast. Charlene leaned forward and put her mouth over it. She swirled it with her tongue and used her fingers to rub Kumiko's other nipple through the slippery fabric. Charlene moved her face down Kumiko's body, across the slip, then below it. Her lips brushed over Kumiko's hair. She stuck out her tongue and gently licked Kumiko's moist labia. The taste was different from anything she'd known. She hadn't known what to expect, but decided instantly that she loved the taste of Kumiko in her mouth more than anything in the world. She explored the inner folds and found Kumiko's clitoris.

"Oh, Charlene! Yes!" gasped Kumiko. Charlene continued, tickling with her tongue, gently sucking and kissing. She began to press her mouth deeper into Kumiko, enjoying the effect it made on her. "Oh, yes! Don't stop!" Kumiko cried. She began twisting her body and Charlene had to hold her hips in place so she could reach deeper with her mouth. Kumiko began gasping and arched her back. Charlene had found a rhythm and worked with it. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh yes! Oh yes!" Kumiko cried again, and her body began to shudder. Her vagina tightened against the tip of Charlene's tongue. "Oh Charlene, yes! Yes! Yes!" Charlene pushed her tongue in as deep as she could as Kumiko convulsed. She withdrew slowly as Kumiko moaned began to go limp.

When Charlene rose her face from between Kumiko's thighs, she saw that Julie and Cathy had been watching. Julie lay behind, holding Cathy in her arms. "Bravo!" said Cathy. "Full marks for Charlene!" Julie smiled and added "Nice work." Kumiko rolled her head toward them, then looked back at Charlene. Her expression was beatific, but she almost managed to laugh at Cathy's remarks. 

"Kumiko, can you do the same for Charlene?" Cathy continued. "It's your turn now."

"You mean it's Charlene's turn now," Julie corrected.

"I don't know," said Kumiko, struggling to sit up. She smiled at Charlene. "But I'll try." She managed to crawl forward and kiss Charlene on the mouth. Charlene allowed Kumiko to gently push her onto her back. She kissed Charlene's nipple through the slip, then moved between Charlene's thighs. Charlene spread her legs to allow Kumiko in, and began running her fingers through her hair. Kumiko began gently exploring with her mouth as Charlene had. Charlene closed her eyes and let the pleasurable feeling wash over her. She felt movement on the bed next to her and when she opened her eyes she saw Julie looking down at her. Julie took her hand and smiled. Cathy moved beside Kumiko and whispered in her ear. Kumiko withdrew from Charlene and whispered something back to Cathy. Charlene began to sit up, but Julie stopped her by stroking her hair. "Just relax. You're going to enjoy this."

Charlene felt Kumiko's lips again, then gasped when Kumiko's fingers slipped inside her. Julie continued stroking her hair. Charlene closed her eyes and felt a hand on her breast. She tried to push into it and into Kumiko's mouth at the same time but the movement triggered a sensation of pleasure and she couldn't help but squirm as Kumiko licked and stroked her. Kumiko kept her mouth on Charlene's clitoris, but her hand thrust and deeper deeper inside. A wave of pleasure rolled over Charlene and she tried to explain to Kumiko how she felt, but fond her coherency failing. "Oh, that feels... oh that... oh Kumiko, oh!" Kumiko's thrusting became more insistent and the waves of pleasure suddenly became much stronger. Charlene stiffened and writhed until the feeling let go of her. Kumiko slowly withdrew and Charlene propped herself up on her elbows. "Oh Kumiko, that felt... so good," she said. Kumiko crawled over her and they kissed. 

Meanwhile Cathy lay back on the bed and Julie sat between her raised knees. She covered Cathy's shaved mons with the palm of her hand and began to rub. Cathy smiled and closed her eyes. Kumiko crept up next to Cathy and looked down to watch her face. Charlene sat next to Julie. She rested one hand on Cathy's knee and the other at the top of her thigh, inches from Julie's hand. "This is how it's done," said Julie. She moved her hand in circles and Cathy began moaning softly. Julie slipped her fingers under her palm and made wave motions. Cathy purred appreciatively. Kumiko had her hand on Cathy's breast and continued watching her face attentively. Charlene's own hand was next to Julie's. She felt the smooth surface of Cathy's pubic mound. Julie kept up the rhythmic pressure with one hand while inserting her fingers deeper with the other. Cathy's moans slowly became more insistent. When she began catching her breath, Kumiko leaned down and kissed her. Julie rubbed harder, now forcing four fingers deep inside and Cathy's moans as she climaxed were muffled by Kumiko's lips. Julie withdrew her fingers and held them up for Charlene to see. Charlene sniffed Julie's fingers, then began to kiss them, comparing the taste of Cathy to Kumiko. When she finished, Julie leaned toward her and they kissed.

Kumiko broke off her kiss and moved her mouth from Cathy's lips to between her legs. She rubbed her lips over Cathy's bare mons, then ran the tip of her tongue along her slit. Cathy began repositioning her upper body and Kumiko raised her knee to allow Cathy to slide underneath in a sixty-nine position. "Oh," Kumiko exclaimed as Cathy began licking her. Julie and Charlene broke off to watch Kumiko and Cathy eat each other. Kumiko rose and rolled her head while Cathy licked her. Charlene took advantage of the opening to kiss Kumiko again. Julie's hands rested on Charlene's ass while Kumiko and her kissed. When Julie's hand moved to the inside of Charlene's thigh, Charlene arched her back and opened her legs to give her access. Charlene and Kumiko broke their kiss and Charlene moved her own lips to Cathy's flushed mons. She kissed Cathy's labia as Julie's hand rubbed against her own. She stuck in her tongue and licked as Julie's fingers worked into her. Charlene felt another orgasm coming, but only Kumiko had a mouth available to speak. "Oh yes! Yes" she cried. It felt to Charlene as if the orgasm given to her by Julie rolled through her body, then from her tongue and lips into Cathy's vagina, and on through Cathy into Kumiko. Kumiko squealed in delight, and the four girls collapsed into a heap.

It wasn't until the next day that any of them thought to fill out the evaluation form for the slips.



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Angeline stood at Sophia's side, staring straight ahead, scarcely aware of the hot Florida sunshine as its warmth caressed the pale flesh exposed by her nearly nonexistent dress.

Before them, still unaware that she was being stalked, the young woman lounged poolside, her scant, skimpy yellow-and-pink bikini baring the vast majority of her tanned, oiled flesh to the sun. She reached up a languid hand to adjust the stylish sunglasses she wore before going still once again.

"I want her," Sophia whispered, voice so low that even Angeline had to strain to hear the words.

Angeline nodded, finally tearing her gaze from the redhead's delectable body and gorgeous face, shifting her focus to her companion.

Like Angeline, Sophia wore little, clad in a skin-tight dress that revealed more than it covered. The green fabric shimmered in the sunlight as if made of a highly-reflective metal, as did Angeline's own blue dress.

"As do I," Angeline whispered, addressing the other's comment.

As she spoke, a soft breeze stirred Sophia's long dark tresses and she reached out to gently comb her companion's hair back into place with her fingers. Sophia caught her hand and placed a light kiss on the palm of her hand, her full lips pressing to Angeline's skin for the barest of moments. Yet, the mingled sensations of the other's full lips and the harder pressure of her fangs sent a fire surging through Angeline's lithe body that had nothing to do with the Florida heat and humidity. When she locked her gaze with Sophia's, she saw that the other's eyes were glowing with pale green light and that her face was a study in barely restrained passion.

Angeline stroked Sophia's cheek lightly. "Easy, my love. She doesn't know that we're here. Keep control. Misty Le Rouge will be induced into the pack soon. I promise."

Sophia eased closer, pressing her slender body against Angeline's own, slipping one arm around her, pulling them even more tightly together. "I cannot wait, beloved."

"Always so anxious," Angeline whispered tenderly. "Once we're away from here I promise to satisfy your every desire. But, for now, let us tend to the matter at hand. Alright?"

The sigh that passed between Sophia's lips as she ran her fingers through Angeline's long blonde hair was a mixture of disappointment and frustration. She nodded, saying, "I'll hold you to that promise."

Angeline smiled slyly. "No need. It's not a promise I intend to break..."

Twining their fingers together, Angeline's right hand and Sophia's left hand, they turned their attention back to Misty Le Rouge as the model/actress continued to lounge beside her private swimming pool.

After a couple of minutes, Misty Le Rouge stirred once more, then rose from her chaise lounge. She picked up a neon pink inflatable float, placed it in the azure waters and climbed aboard, lying flat, drifting wherever the raft took her. Moments later, she lifted her head, raising her sunglasses, staring straight at Angeline and Sophia, a small frown pulling her perfect lips downward at the corners.

Angeline smiled, remaining still and silent. At her side, Sophia followed suit. A few moments later, Misty Le Rouge took a deep breath, let it out slowly, lowered her sunglasses back into place and laid back on the raft once more.

Angeline gave Sophia's hand a gentle tug. Silently, they moved through the mix of palm trees and ferns until they came to the high stone wall that cordoned off Misty Le Rouge's property. Sophia turned to Angeline, brushing her lips quickly over her mouth. A moment later, moving as one, they crouched and leapt atop the wall, landed easily, then dropped to the ground on its other side.

"She knew we were there," Sophia commented as they began to walk.

Angeline nodded. "She knew. But she couldn't see us."

Sophia tightened her grip on Angeline's hand. "Useful trick we learned from the vampires, how to cloak ourselves like that."

"Yes. Stupid leeches proved useful after all."

"She could smell our pheromones."

"Yes. But she didn't know what she was smelling, though."

"No."

"Doesn't matter. We've got her scent and she has ours."

"Yes. She's ours for the taking."

"Whenever we chose to take her."

Sophia pressed closer to Angeline, saying, "But what shall we do about Enoch? When we bring Misty Le Rouge into the pack he'll take her for his own."

"He's the alpha male; it's his right to do so."

Sophia pouted, saying, "So you and I do the hunting and bring her in, then he takes her from us?"

Angeline stopped, wrapping her arms around Sophia, caressing the other woman's bare spine with the tips of her fingernails. "Enoch can't take a thing if he isn't around to make the claim."

"Meaning...we get rid of him? How?"

Angeline shrugged. "Let him see Misty Le Rouge after we bring her over. You know how he'll react. What if, in that excitement, he were do something stupid that got him killed?"

"Something like what?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe he'd not notice that, somehow, a few slivers of silver, or some silver nitrate ended up in his wine. And he'd drink that wine."

Sophia grinned and kissed Angeline full on the lips. "With the alpha dead and gone, the pack would need a new leader. Who might that be?"

Angeline kissed her back. "Why an alpha male? Why not an alpha female? Why not two alpha females?"

Sophia drew away slowly, grinning seductively. "Come on, beloved. You have a promise to keep. After that, we'll begin to make plans..."

~*~

Sophia's bare chest was still heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her face and breasts were flushed. Angeline knew that her own skin, usually so pale and translucent, were likewise rosy from their pleasurable exertions as she slowly slid up Sophia's trim form. Her bare flesh rubbed tantalizingly over Sophia's own smooth, flawless skin as she moved, causing the other woman's breath to hitch. Sophia met Angeline's eyes, her emerald gaze still burning hot with lust and desire. Angeline caught Sophia's lower lip in her own mouth, sucking gently for a moment. One of her hands caressed Sophia's pert breasts, while the fingers of the other toyed with her sex, wet and musky from Angeline's oral talents.

"Again, lover," Sophia breathed when the kiss broke. "Then I'll pleasure you once more."

Angeline kissed the other woman lightly on the lips before snuggling up to her, using Sophia's shoulder as a pillow. Sophia's own head was cushioned on the metallic green and blue material of the dresses they had worn prior to ducking into the old self-storage warehouse for a bit of fun..

"Later," Angeline said. "We need to plan our next move."

"It should be simple and straight forward."

Angeline snorted humorlessly. "You call smuggling silver into the den simple? You know what'll happen to us if we're caught with silver."

Sophia shrugged awkwardly, sliding one hand up Angeline's side to knead her breast gently. "We can do it. And that's the only hitch in the plan. Turning Misty Le Rouge will be easy. Slipping the silver into the wine will be easy because no one will be watching for it. I mean, everyone knows the penalty for bringing in silver. Who would suspect we'd even try it? And, as you said before, Enoch will do the rest."

"But that one hitch, as you call it, may prove our undoing."

Sophia kissed her softly, then again, harder, catching Angeline lip between her teeth. Her gentle massage of Angeline's breast turned quicker and harder. Angeline broke the kiss and placed her hand atop Sophia's, holding it in place yet not allowing further movement.

Angeline looked sternly into Sophia's eyes. "You need to take this more seriously! Right now, it's just talk. But if we go further, if we try to poison the alpha and are caught..."

"We'll be killed. I know, trust me."

"So why aren't concerned about the problem of smuggling silver into the den?"

Sophia's face lit with a beatific smile. "Because, beloved, I've already done it!"

"You what?"

"Yes. Nearly a year ago. It's been in our area all this time."

"And you never told me?"

"No. I'm sorry. I wanted to, but couldn't."

"Why not?"

"If it were ever found you wouldn't be implicated. You had no knowledge of it. Enoch, or anyone else, would have smelled the truth on you when you spoke. You'd have been let go, allowed to live. I was protecting you."

Angeline was cold; she shivered feeling nauseous. "You would have been killed if anyone found it!"

Sophia nodded, cradling Angeline closer against her.

Angeline found that she could barely speak. "Then...why..."

"For just what we're going to use it for. I smuggled it in to kill Enoch. I just didn't have a plan for how to use it." Sophia took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. "And, to be honest, I couldn't bring myself to act alone."

"So you've been...planning to...kill Enoch for almost a...year?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Need you ask, my love? He's a pompous jerk. I suspect that he was even before he was turned. His powers, I think, have made him even more so. Rising to the rank of pack alpha have made him still more so. I hate him. I hate everything about him. I hate the way he talks, I hate the way he walks, I hate the way he thinks that every female should throw herself at him just because of who and what he is. I hate him. I think about killing him all the time. So, I smuggled in a phial of silver nitrate. That part of our plan has already been accomplished." Sophia held her tighter. "Are you okay?"

"No," Angeline muttered. "To think that you've had it in our chamber all this time... You could have been killed!"

"But I wasn't. No one found out."

Sophia slowly extricated herself from Angeline, helping her to her feet. Naked, they embraced for long moments before Sophia knelt to retrieve Angeline's shimmering blue dress.

"Here. Put this on. Let's go."

Angeline took the glimmering fabric in one shaky hand, but made no move to put it on. "Where are we going?"

"It's up to you, beloved. Do we return home to the den and think about what we plan to do? Or do we return to Misty Le Rouge and make her one of us and continue on with our plan from there?"

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Misty Le Rouge stood nude beneath the hot spray of water jetting from the shower head, rinsing the soap and shampoo from her lithe, tan body and long red hair. Sunbathing was good, but she always looked forward to showering afterwards, ridding her skin of the accumulated sunscreen, insect repellant and perspiration.

Today had been different, though, odd in a way she'd never experienced before. During a good part of the time she had been poolside and on her inflatable raft, drifting on the calm, cool waters of the large pool, she had the unshakable feeling of being watched. Paparazzi annoyed her to no end; they were why she'd been forced to cease her old habit of nude sunbathing. Once the photos had began to turn up on the Internet and in tabloid newspapers no one had wanted to take her career seriously for a time. She was still trying to undo the damage. Still, today had been different. It hadn't simply been the feeling of being watched. There had been that strange scent in the air. The smell had built slowly, being only just noticeable at first, then growing stronger until it could no longer be ignored. Despite looking around several times, she had seen no sign of anyone present. Yet someone had been there. She was sure of that. The scent of their perfume or cologne or whatever that had been lingered for a long time even after the feeling of being watched had finally ended.

She also found it distinctly odd when she thought about how she had reacted to the strange smell. Normally, sunbathing relaxed her. It was her private time. Even when she had been in the habit of stripping nude and walking around her private property naked, laying out in the hot Florida sun and swimming without a stitch of clothing, she had found the ritual very soothing. Yet, today, despite the unsubstantiated knowledge that she was in full view of someone unseen to her, she had grown very, very aroused. It was all she could do not to let it show. Yet she was able to smell the fragrant musk of her own arousal and strongly suspected that whomever was watching her could, too. The struggle to keep her hands off of her own body had been nearly overwhelming.

Once safely indoors and in the privacy of her own shower, she had wasted no time in using her long, dexterous fingers to satisfy the urges and needs that had grown so intolerably strong while at the pool. After bringing herself to a trio of mind-numbing climaxes, she had finally grabbed up the soap and shampoo to bathe.

Rinsing the last of the lather and suds from her body, Misty Le Rouge turned off the water and slid the shower curtain aside, reaching for a massive, fluffy pink towel.

The bathroom was large, spacious and roomy, big enough for four people to share at once. Everything was colored in shades of neon, as was the décor placed about here and there, giving the bathroom a festive feel, as if a beach party were about to begin within its tiled confines. Misty stepped from the shower, making certain that her wet feet were firmly planted on the plush neon orange rug before trusting her balance and beginning to dry off.

Running the soft towel up over her breasts, enjoying the feel of the fabric as it caressed her still-hard nipples, Misty glanced at the bathroom door. It stood open just slightly. She frowned, freezing in place, staring at the door.

"I closed that," she muttered to herself, glancing around nervously.

Then the smell registered. It was the same scent that had surrounded her before, poolside - sweet and musky at once, bringing images of long nights filled with excellent sex with a most talented lover to her mind. In an instant, her body responded to the fragrance, growing hot and flushed, tingling with high arousal.

Misty dropped the towel and stood naked, not bothering to try and hide any part of her body. "Who are you?" She nearly shouted the words.

Several long moments passed with no answer. The intoxicating scent grew stronger by the second. She took a tentative step toward the nearly closed bathroom door.

"Answer me!" she yelled. "I know you're here! I can feel you watching me! And I can smell your...whatever it is that you're wearing! Show yourself!"

She allowed a few more seconds to tick by before making her decision. Not bothering to pick up the towel, she strode naked and damp to the door and slammed it open, stalking three steps into her enormous neon-décor bedroom before freezing in place at the sight before her.

A gorgeous, young, petite woman with waist-length blonde hair was stripping out of a blue dress. The dress was made of a soft material that shimmered as if it were metallic. The blonde wore nothing beneath the skimpy dress and made no effort to hide any part of her perfect, lithe anatomy as she tossed the dress aside and stood nude but for her shiny blue high heels before Misty, a small, seductive grin on her luscious lips. Her eyes were blue and almost seemed to shine with an inner light all of their own. 

At the blonde's side, an equally beautiful, petite brunette finished removing her own dress. Like the blonde's almost-nonexistent garment, it was made of a highly reflective material that glimmered. However, the brunette's dress was green. Tossing the tiny piece of clothing aside, the brunette stood side-by-side with the blonde, unabashedly naked, but for her glimmering green high heels, giving her waist-length tresses a playful toss. Her eyes were green and, like her companion's, seemed to glow with light of their own. Like Misty Le Rouge herself, neither of the intruders had a single strand of hair in evidence below their eyebrows, their slender bodies smooth as completely devoid of marks as hair.

Misty stood rooted in place, staring at the two naked strangers in her bedroom as they watched her back, expressions of mingled desire and amusement etched on their perfect features. Several questions wrestled in her mind, each vying for the title of Most Important Question.

"What are you doing?" were the first words to pass Misty's lips.

The blonde's grin grew wider as she said, "Just what you told us to do."

Misty frowned, caught off guard by the reply. "Huh?"

The brunette slid her arm around the blonde's lean waist, pulling them together until their bare flesh was touching. "You told us to show ourselves."

"And that's just what we're doing," the blonde added. She wrapped one arm around the brunette, returning her embrace. Her free hand did a brief waving motion to draw attention to both her own nude body and that of her friend. "You said to show ourselves and we are. We're showing you everything."

Confusion began to loop Misty's thoughts back on themselves. "That's not..." she began, trailing off and shaking her head.

The brunette's grin grew wider. "My name is Sophia. My friend's name is Angeline. We already know who you are, Misty Le Rouge."

Misty remained where she was, eyeing the telephone that rested on the nightstand several paces behind the odd intruders. "Why are you here?"

"To see you," the one called Angeline said.

Misty shook her head slowly, not taking her gaze from the telephone. "There are proper channels to go through if-"

"No," Sophia said. "This isn't that kind of a visit."

Angeline nodded. "She's right. We're not looking for autographs and we're not looking to have you pose on a swimsuit calendar or act in some plotless direct-to-DVD horror film. We're here for you."

Misty kept her attention on the telephone, trying to decide if she could push her way by both of the other women and reach it before one of them managed to hurt her. "Then why are you here?"

Angeline turned slightly, following Misty's line of sight to the telephone. "Don't bother. Sophia yanked the cord from the phone's base soon as we came in. She also found your cell phone and put it in another room."

Misty felt the first stirrings of true fear since coming from the bathroom to find the two women undressing in her bedroom. Her gaze shifted, finding Angeline's odd eyes. "What do you want with me?"

Sophia sidled a bit closer, drawing Angeline with her. "We want to talk to you first. Then we have something...else...in mind." Her words gave way to an even wider grin that promised all manner of sensual delights.

Misty shook her head again, abruptly aware of how strong the scent was and of how it was making her feel. "I'm sorry. But I'm not into women. I'm perfectly straight. Don't get my wrong, I'm flattered that you'd go through all of this for me. But I'm just not-"

Angeline held up a hand and Misty broke off in mid-sentence instantly.

As the two eased even closer, the intoxicating scent growing exponentially stronger, Sophia spoke again. "Let's worry about that later, shall we? Come here. Sit with us."

Misty stayed where she was.

"Please?" Sophia asked, pouting. "After all, we've gone to all this trouble to see you."

Not fully aware that she was even moving, Misty took the few steps that closed the gap between herself and her visitors. The other women parted, each moving to one side. Sophia took hold of Misty's left arm while Angeline gently took her right. They walked her to the bed and set her on the edge of the neon patchwork quilt, one of them sitting down to either side of her.

"Isn't this better than just standing?" Angeline asked quietly.

Unable to help herself, Misty nodded slowly.

Sophia grinned again. "I think so, too. This is so much cozier." She placed a hand on Misty's bare thigh and began to rub the tanned, toned flesh gently.

"No," Misty said, her voice thick. "Don't. I told you, I don't want that."

She took hold of Sophia's wrist, intending to remove the other woman's hand from her leg. However, the instant she touched the smooth, warm flesh she froze. Her hand moved, drawn in slow movements by Sophia's as the other woman continued to rub her thigh. 




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I followed the mistress into the low stone room, behind me followed the slavegirl.. Dressed in an extremely tight & small French maid outfit, made out of some artificial fabric that looked & felt like a cross between silk & plastic. About her hung the pleasing odour of sexual need & her slippery inner thighs squelched as she trotted after us. Her ankles were chained together a single link separated them. Hanging from that link a medium sized slave bell chimed as she walked. She was carrying our drinks tray. 

I was invited to sit. I chose one of the leather couches.

The mistress did not sit as the slave girl served us our drinks. Following her lead I did not thank the slave girl as she served us. The girl moved to one side obsequiously, kneeling waiting.

In the windowless dungeon there was a low, leather curtained box. From inside I started to make out, heavily muffled whimpers & moans. The sounds were very faint & light. Nonetheless when the mistress instructed them to silence in a very low voice, the noise ceased immediately. She turned to me & smiled, quite sweetly. I returned her smile, she was very attractive.

"Shall we begin?"

"Yes of course." I indicated my assent, I was quite eager to see the merchandise.

The mistress opened the curtain revealing a tiny cramped cage, inside the cage at least 20 girls were crammed in what seemed to be some discomfort. But that wasn't the first impression one had of the cage, the first thing that hit you was a strong wave of fetid overbearing heat from within. Then the stench of female sexual excitement & fear. It was absolutely overwhelming even sitting a few feet away. What it must be like inside the cage with the curtain closed didnt bear thinking about. How glad I was to be a prospective customer & not to be one of those girls.

The mistress began opening the cage door. There was a visible tremor & murmur of fear from within the cage. There was an extremely loud & sudden sharp crack as the mistress snapped her riding crop onto her black boots. At that moment the world revolved round her as she had just reminded everybody. All the girls inside the cage flinched. As did I & the french maid. She & I had both exclaimed in fright, nearly at the same time. I covered up my embarrassment with a cough. The maid was not so fortunate.

"Lily, go down to the slave room and ask the mistress there to send another serving girl & then wait for me in the punishment stocks." 

The mistresses voice was level & cool. 

"Yes Mistress." lily's voice was frightened & tearful.

In fact when I looked she was in tears, anxiously pretty.

I was becoming very impressed, very, very impressed.

"Are you enjoying your drink Karen?"

"Oh yes very much thank you Mistress Helena."

Even though I was a prospective customer member I still had to call her & the other member Mistress or Master, until I became a member, which I was already very keen on now.

She opened the cage door & instructed two girls to crawl out. They were both petite & slim but with well rounded buttocks & breasts, wonderfully rounded & firm, unblemished bodies. They were both blonde with cute bobs, the sort that screamed, office bimbo, will fuck anyone powerful for his or her favour. 

If I had been more astute I might have recognised myself.

Both girls were dildo gagged & dildoed front & rear. I was quite surprised at how large the devices were, they must be very uncomfortable. They were held in place by large wide leather straps, circling the loins & obviously the mouth. Each girl had her nipples belled with a grape sized golden bell, held in place by a piercing and mount that kept the nipple firm, erect & quite achingly aroused. A tell tale noise indicated a similar bell attached to the clitoris. 

The girl were instructed to simulate each other for our appraisal. While I was given a little background history. Many of the girls had initially been volunteers. & some of the girls had also been male submissives, both gay & straight. Once they had volunteered & it was too late to retract they simply had their sex & bodies changed. There are no male submissives permitted here. In any case what the male submissive truly desires is to be feminine & submissive. If they didn't that is too bad. His or now her personality was also wiped, giving her a default & quite vague female history template. To her horror as she or rather he realises what is to be done to her. This can also be done to troublesome females as a punishment. The rest of the women had been captured, or tricked into coming here by various means, or bought. I wasn't told that some of the slavegirls had initially been prospective mistresses. 

Since the advent of 4th life this type of fetish based sexual entertainment has dwarfed any other online activity, especially amongst those who now only exist online, due to their own bereavement. Succumbing to the allure of now perfect bodies, in perfect fantasies, to give new meaning to a now almost meaningless life. 

Unfortunately your online status is by no means guaranteed due to the transient nature of international servers & service providers. Many have perished forever in crash storms. This is a purely business affair, money rules and those with none or little can be literally bought & sold, technically illegally with impunity. Slaves were totally unwilling to try & escape or inform, as the first thing someone under investigation did was arrange to have the evidence wiped, virtually impossible to stop & with obvious consequences. Once a slave you remained a slave unless your owner decided to release you, which was extremely unlikely. & that was if they hadn't already their personalities reinstalled. 

The two nude slaves continued to arouse each while we chatted. Whimpering & moaning with excitement for our pleasure. Then as they were nearing climax Mistress Helena stopped them. She had told me the mistresses here rarely if ever permit the serving girls to come for them, Only if the men were raping them they might hope to be permitted orgasm for his pleasure. Mistress Helena's own private harem were never permitted orgasm. After all they were for her pleasure & it pleased her to cum while the pretty slavegirl serving her squirmed in need.

The girls are kept in a permanent state of toilet distress too. Needing desperately to pee, as if they hadn't been able to for days. Digital personalities had dispensed with toilets & eating unless for pleasure. But these slave girls were kept under a strict toilet discipline, it made them exceedingly pliable, desperate for the relief that is constantly physically craved but never permitted. 

They were instructed to re dildo each other & they were chained up again. Wrists locked behind their backs ankles together. They were not as yet pecker gagged. The two slaves knelt before us & Mistress Helena permitted them to beg to please us. She then asked each in turn why they wanted to please us.

"Mistress so this one can leave the cage & serve her owners."

"Mistress so this girl may be pleasing to her owners."

Both girls were re gagged with the dildos. I was still amazed at the size. Both girls knelt before us miserably. There was no need to hood them as inside the cage it was pitch black. Mistress Helena went behind them & to my surprise began whipping the backs of their legs deliberately & savagely. The violent vivid crack of the whip on flesh, astonishingly loud & frightening sensuous, quite fearsome. Both girls were desperately looking at up me plaintively as they squealed loudly into their gags, delirious with fear & pain. 

I almost felt sorry for them, as I finished my drink, enjoying the spectacle. Both girls received at least twenty lashes

The other maid had turned up silently & waited effacingly & completely unnoticed by me. Until she refreshed my drink. 

When Mistress Helena had finished with the whip the two girls were beaten as they hurriedly crawled back inside the cage. The gate was locked & the curtain closed.

Mistress Helena sat down and took a deep gulp of her chilled wine. She looked at me smiling, she seemed flushed with pleasure.

"Did you enjoy that?"

I hadn't realised how dry my throat had become as I spluttered out throatily "Oh Yes."

She laughed a little cruelly & condescendingly I thought for an instant.

The girls would be kept in the cage before they were either sold, to private members or the clubs various locations. Typically the mistresses kept a small harem, as well as enjoying the clubs rooms whilst the men were generally content to enjoy the clubs. The second girl was almost ready to start being displayed for sale. The first not yet. The time in the cages varied from a month to several. If a slave was resold she was generally partially reinstalled, which seemed if anything more dreadful than a full rebuild. Before she went back in the cage. 

Inside the curtain we could hear the sounds of distress as all the girls struggled for an impossible small degree of comfort. We enjoyed the muffled squirming for a few moments before Mistress Helena instructed silence. There was instant obedience. 

There was really no need for all this security as any girl who dared to escape would be promptly returned to the owner of her code. Once ownership was established it was virtually irreversible, despite pretty much any irregularities in its acquisition. No need except the pleasure of keeping beautiful slaves in strict bondage. 

We finished our drinks & left the dungeon in total darkness, locking the heavy metal door behind us. There was really no need for this security as any girl who dared to escape would be promptly returned to the owner of her code. Once ownership was established it was virtually irreversible, despite pretty much any irregularities in its acquisition. 

The maid ellie was instructed to take me to my guest quarters & entertain me. While Mistress Helena punished lily. I almost felt a pang of sympathy for lily. 

I was beginning to really enjoy myself here, I could wait to complete my application for membership. 

My apartment was attractively furnished with large leather couches & polished wooden floors. On the patio there was a large hot tub. Ellie undressed me & bathed me all the while smiling happily, submissive & eager to please. She brushed my hair and gave me a fantastic massage. We chatted as she served me. I asked her about serving here if she was happy & her honest reply was yes she loved it. When I asked her about lily her matter of fact reply was simply 'Mistress or Master is always right'. 

She began to dress me in fresh clothes. I stopped her and indicated for her to remove my panties again. She did so smiling eagerly & knelt between my legs her tongue was so skilful, I can honestly say her intimate service was superb.

Mistress Helena & lily arrived before she had finished. She made herself at home while I shivered and moaned in sheer delight. When she had finished she brought soft scented towels to clean me, while lily fetched me a chilled wine. Mistress Helena had already been served wine. 

The backs & insides of lily's upper legs were red & puffy, obviously very tender & painful. This didn't affect her service though at all times she was graceful & pleasing, pretty in her service. Whilst ellie finished dressing me Mistress Helena & I chatted about my stay. 

Ellie & lily were to be my personal slaves for the week, Mistress Helena would be my guide & companion, but also be responsible for interviewing me & assessing my candidacy. I would not be meeting any of the other members formally until my membership was finalised. The club was very exclusive.

That evening lily pleasured me before I went to sleep, both girls knelt on the floor besides the bed while I slept, in the luxurious silk sheets. In the morning I was woken by ellie then dressed by lily & then served a delicious breakfast by both of them. Mistress Helena arrived shortly afterwards & we retired to the patio to drink chilled wine in the sun. While I discovered how the polished floor & leather furniture was kept so spotless & gleaming. The hard way by the slaves scrubbing furiously on their hands & knees, humming contentedly as they worked. 

We relaxed in the sun, occasionally interrupting the slaves for more drinks, they were always smiling & extremely eager to please us. Mistress Helena & I chatted happily for quite some time. In great detail too, I must confess I was only spared becoming a little bored by all the detail & history, by Mistress Helena vivacity of personality. She was so easy & confident in her dominance. I was becoming very attracted to her. Hanging on her every word. She noticed it too & treated me like a big sister to the novice I obviously was. Just a little bit bossy, leading me in conversation. I must confess finding this quite charming, but also little haughty in a very sexy way. I must confess another little secret I was quite hooked. Quite delightfully she knew it too & didn't hide it. 

We took advantage of the slaves sexual eagerness in the sun. I had noticed yesterday that the slavegirls after they had pleased you would kneel almost in tears & ask tremulously if she had pleased you. Following Mistress Helena's example this request was coolly ignored. If she was lucky she was permitted to kiss your feet. If she hadn't been satisfactory she would be beaten. We dismissed the two slaves back to their chores. Both girls bright red lipstick wet & glossy with our pleasure & in piquant tears of humiliation & sexual frustration, hurrying back to their menial chores.

How wonderful this place was. I told Mistress Helena I would do anything it took to stay here. She smiled back sweetly.

I was taken on a tour of the various rooms bars & facilities. There were several Mistresses & Masters relaxing about the place. I was informed that this was a very quiet time of the day, & it was much busier in the evening. Unfortunately non members were not allowed to frequent the clubs rooms in the evenings & even during the day I was limited to a discrete drink at the bar.

A few masters & mistresses came & chatted to Mistress Helena, while she sat with me They nodded at me but generally ignored me as they talked. The women were visibly cooler towards me than the men All were very refined & confident like her, aristocratic. I didn't mind after all I was quite cool & offhand too with my servants & people I didn't know. & in any case soon I would be joining their ranks. The men tended to dress in expensive tailored casual suits, unique & exclusively expensive casual wear. The women favoured classy leather skirts, impossibly expensive blouses, jodhpurs riding boots. Sexy but classy, totally in control. I was starting to feel outclassed in my business sexy attire. Close fitting black slacks & tailored black shirt, like a cheap office girl looking to attract the bosses eye. Which was exactly what I had been before I married & inherited his money & business. 

Sensing my discomfort Mistress Helena had confided in me that she liked my outfit. Obviously flattering me as she told me how professional & attractive I looked. Her eyes told me she was lying, but still her strong gaze holding my eyes in hers made my thighs grow warm I wondered how long it would be before we returned to my apartment & the girls. 

There were other thing that made me ill at ease, all the slaves we saw, all were blonde with cute bobs, similar to mine & all the Mistresses were dark or not quite that blonde with whatever hairstyle they pleased to have. Also my preferred age was youthful, roughly cheerleader to early twenties. The mistresses & masters seemed to prefer late twenties to early thirties, mature & perfectly beautiful.I resolved that when I became a member I would have to up my game considerably, from sassy to classy. If I had been truly sassy & smart I would have tried to run a mile. 

The serving girls were nearly all wearing french maid outfits too with no panties. Although a few were also naked or in lingerie. But all the girls serving drinks & food, or cleaning wore the tight maids uniforms. The other girls seemed busy hurrying to and from places & some were evidently sexually soiled.

We went to a few more rooms with various themes. & then finally we returned to my chambers. I wasn't sure but I could have sworn Mistress Helena, had snapped her fingers at me when it was finally time to leave. I had been quite flustered as in the last bar Mistress Helena had been chatting eagerly to numerous friends of hers all of whom had ignored me completely. So when Mistress Helena had gotten up to leave I wasn't sure if she had snapped her fingers quietly or just said come along. Not withstanding I had trotted eagerly & gratefully behind her as she left. & was sure I heard laughter behind me, but was too embarrassed to look around. Angry but feeble with impotent rage I resolved to make a point of showing those bitches.

Back at my apartment Mistress Helena left me while she freshened up. I had lily pleasure me. But as she looked up at me in tears afterwards I was reminded that she & I both had both gasped in fright at Mistress Helena's sudden whip lash & that she had probably seen me gasp too. When Mistress Helena returned I informed her I was displeased with lily & wanted her disciplined. The poor girl was immediately punished with the whip. But even from the first lash & squeal I regretted it. It was all I could do to hold back my tears by the last 20th lash. Mistress Helena had offered me the whip to continue but I had adamantly declined.

"Satisfied?" She asked me while lily sobbed still clutching her ankles fearfully. Her voice was icy, imperious.

"Yes thank you, Mistress Helena." My voice was shaky

She smiled sweetly & instructed lily to serve wine.

Shortly afterwards she had made her excuses, having to attend a members function. I was relieved but also felt bereft at her departure. I had almost apologised to lily but thought better of it, both girls were still delightfully pleasing & genuinely eager for my every need to be satisfied, That night I had allowed the girls to share my silk sheets. For a while I felt a simple innocent but open sexuality I hadn't felt since my teenage years sitting idly hanging around with my best friends, talking about the boys we fancied. I enjoyed basking in their artless & loving devotion, so much I felt guilty with the enjoyment. In the morning however I was cool again, angry at myself. This wasn't helped by Mistress Helena's late arrival.

& not at all helped by her bombshell. The members had been discussing me & were not impressed my membership was almost certain to be rejected. I was visibly disconsolate until Mistress Helena told me all was not lost. A member could take me under her wing & sponsor my membership, that was almost certain not to be rejected. Now I was even more utterly dependant on her. She & I both knew it & I could see this power turned her on, what I didn't admit was that this turned me on too. 

Once again she left me alone to my own devices, having meetings & business to attend to of her own. I amused myself watching ellie & lily work, while I lounged in the pool outside. Fantasising about my triumphant revenge on the snobby members. I chatted with the girls about their history. Both had been illegally brought here, one captured the other bought at an illegal slave auction. Neither could remember much about their hazy previous lives now. Nor how long they had been slaves. They did however describe with enthusiasm & in great detail their service & how much they loved serving & their bondage even being subject to punishment, if not the punishment itself. They were quite vacuous glad to be 'too beautiful to be free' as they gushed. What bimbos they were but how they turned me on too. I was so glad I could come, feeling quite sorry for them in their stifled need, glad not to be one of them. 




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In addition to the bells on their nipples & clitoris. Each girl had a small disc attached to the clitoral ring. This disc identified her owner. For example ellie & lily weren't owned by Mistress Helen privately but by the club itself for any member to enjoy as they pleased. I was surprised to find that the girls could not read these discs, as that ability had along with maths & any academic or abstract knowledge had been erased, I must admit to not having read much apart from trashy novels & catalogues since school. Their illiteracy shocked me initially but then again what use did these girls have for such knowledge. As long as they were skilled sexually & performed their menial chores prettily they were content & fulfilled. Not only that but they fulfilled their purpose excellently. 

However once again in the night I had them sleep in my bed with me. Strange how important sleep still is to our digital selves. Without the downtime you still grew disorientated and started to fall apart after a couple of days. You still dreamed too & in my dreams I was tormented by images of Mistress Helena & the girls pleasuring her, or lily being punished by her. Or worse me about to be punished by her. & quite shameful myself about to please her or one of the girls. I would often wake hot and wet, finding myself clutching one of the girls, or one of the clutching me, asleep but in tears. I would be tempted to wake one of them to please me, but it felt cruel to stir them & leave them frustrated, there was always the morning for that. Moved by their need I was also tempted to permit them to come for me except Mistress Helena had told it forbidden for guests to allow that. Nonetheless in the morning I was always cool & offhand with them. But they didn't seem to mind, serving my every fanciful whim lovingly. How lovely they were & how lovely it was to be served by rather than be one of them. 

But mostly I waited & longed for Mistress Helena to come back in the evenings. I had been told that while my membership was being decided, it would be better if I didn't leave the club premises but also to stay in my quarters. This was no great hardship as the rooms, garden & pool were very well furnished. I amused myself with the girls & browsing the internet shopping for expensive clothes, though curiously my instant messenger or phone wouldn't work inside the club. Mistress Helena had told me this was also to protect the clubs exclusivity but I was sure hers worked.

She was very busy, running her own businesses & with her hectic social life. I wasn't told about her husband, nor much details on her personal harem. In the evening she would come & spend a couple of hours with me. The girls would be dismissed to kneel waiting in my bedroom, or just simply elsewhere. Often she would be dressed in very expensive evening wear, having been to the theatre or opera, her discussion about these events went completely over my head & she knew it. I felt as simple as the illiterate girls in her presence. She knew that too. 

If she wanted another wine she wouldn't summon the girls but ask me to pour, never pouring for me. But I always obliged. One evening she had held out her arms for me to take her long evening gloves off, without hesitation I did so. One evening she arrived in jodhpurs & riding boots & expected me to remove her boots. I had protested in good humour & she had removed them herself. However the next time she wore those boots I had removed them for her. I had become besotted with her & we both knew it. 

I would spend whole days thinking about her wistfully. Even the girls knew it. When they were cleaning me or brushing my hair they would stroke me almost sisterly. On more than one occasion I had found myself disconsolate & being stroked look up to one or the other & she had kissed me unbidden on the lips. & I cant say that I minded. In fact I often found myself humming along to their simple love songs, engrossed watching them as they swung their pretty bottoms in unison was almost tempted to join them in their chores. & I had never done housework period. Just to take my mind off Her 

Before I knew it 10 days had slipped by. That evening she had called by & asked me if I would like to come to her rooms. In secret. We both knew what she meant by that & I had gushed my affirmation happily. She had smiled sweetly, her eyes were however firm, it would be on her terms. I didn't demur. She announced that she was going to the theatre but would send for me afterwards. 

All evening I waited in vain but had no way of contacting her. The next morning & late in the morning too a brief note was delivered

"Was later than I expected last night, will send for you later. Mistress H."

I was at the same time furious & elated, all day flitting back & forth at the mirror checking & rechecking my makeup. Although digitally this was no longer necessary, some routines are too pleasant to abandon.

That evening & late that evening a package was delivered. The girls were to dress me & escort me disguised as a slave. I should have been scandalised instead I was excited.

Quickly they cleaned me of my own makeup & I was rouged & powdered expertly. My lips were a rich crimson pink, highly glossed. They depilated me completely too. I was already nearly clean but never this clean. Then the outfit a tiny black baby doll negligee, that was open at the back. The lovely & delicate top matched with a tiny pair of sheer lacy panties. I loved them this was just the sort of garment I used to wear for my husband especially when I wanted something. 

I wasn't at all sure about the accessories. A thin steel belt that locked about my waist, with a tiny heart shaped padlock at the front. My wrists braceleted & locked on the belt at the rear. Matching ankle bracelets with bell & a short choker leash. Reluctantly I put them on. But then changed my mind & insisted on them being removed. The girls didn't have the keys. Mistress Helena had the keys.

Eventually frightened I agreed to go. The girls were to deliver me, leading me by the leash. Immediately after leaving my apartment I desperately wanted to run back. Lily & ellie were however very insistent, Mistress would not be kept waiting. If I had returned to my apartment I would have found it being cleaned, bereft of any trace of my brief stay. 

We walked down the corridor quietly unobtrusively. Then I saw a Mistress approaching to pass us. I was utterly horrified. The girls chorused "Good evening Mistress." prettily I was too embarrassed to speak. She naturally didn't acknowledge them. Then She stopped & turned.

"Stop." She said sternly tapping her shoe with her riding crop. 

We froze.

"Who is this & why did she not speak?"

"Mistress, this girl is being delivered to Mistress Helena's apartments, she is new."

"So I can see."

"Tell your Mistress I am displeased. If I wasn't busy & already late you would be being delivered with your bottom red raw girl."

"Yes Mistress." I said weakly

"What else?"

"Thank you Mistress."

"And?"

"Good evening Mistress." 

"I shall inform Helena of my displeasure."

"Yes Mistress."

"And girl?" She asked impatiently

"Thank you Mistress."

She turned to leave, striding away.

"Good evening Mistress." We all chorused together.

I was bright red. I think if I had been able I might have wet myself with fright. As it was I was already feeling quite uncomfortable down there. I hoped that sensation would soon fade. We trotted on. Lily had turned & smiled at me the next time I greeted a Mistress. I smiled back gratefully, but humiliated. Beginning to understand how it felt to be nothing, not at all a sensation I was used to & not in least a comfortable place to be. The next corridor was much busier, like chanteuse we all greeted the free men & women passing prettily. To my relief we finally arrived at Mistress Helena's sumptuous apartments.

One of her girls let us in I was taken into Mistress Helena's chambers. The girl then retired taking lily & ellie with her. I had a brief glimpse of a tiny windowless room, with a barred cage door & red leather curtain. Inside kneeling on the strewn silk cushions were about 15 blonde slavegirls in lingerie like my own. The room very low about 4 feet high & in actual fact was a cage curtained on the inside too. Digital architects often took advantage of their medium for ergonomics. The single cage door opened in all the rooms in Mistresses Helena's house. The seraglio gate was closed & locked & the curtain closed I was alone with Mistress Helena. She hadn't as yet removed my bracelets.

She led me to her couch, by the leash I didn't protest.

"Did you have an interesting trip?" She asked quite sweetly. I got the impression she knew all about my journey.

"Yes Mistress...." She cut me short, with a soft finger on my lips.

"Are you sure you want this Karen?"

"Yes Mistress.." once again she cut me short.

"Then I think tonight dressed as you are Mistress is more appropriate, don't you."

"Yes... Mistress." I replied as she removed my wrist bracelets. My ankles however were left locked.

"I would like some wine now karen."

"Yes Mistress."

I poured her a glass of her favourite red wine & brought it to her.

"Kiss the rim karen."

I obeyed, suddenly very aware of the significance of what I had watched lily & ellie do countless times these past few days. 

She took the glass without thanking me. When I went to fetch myself one she stopped me.

"Only I will be drinking tonight karen."

"Yes Mistress."

"Come here!" she told me

I hurried back to the couch.

"Kneel there." I knelt at her feet as she had indicated.

She opened her legs pulling back her skirt & removed her panties. Even they and her tights were impossibly exclusive & expensive. I was facing her warm pubic mound.

"Are you sure you want this karen"

For a second I truly didn't know, then almost as if my body answered for me.

"Yes Mistress." I whispered throatily.

She put the bracelets back on my wrists & pulled me in to her. I hadn't done this for anybody since my husband & only allowed him that when I really wanted something & never to a woman before. 

She came loudly clasping my face between her thighs. When she had subsided I was unbraceleted, she wanted another wine.

"Mistress should I touch myself?" I was quite helpless with desire.

She looked at me still smiling sweetly

"Or will you......." She stopped me again.

"Only I will be drinking tonight karen."

"Oh." I was quite tearful

"Yes Mistress, did I please you?"

She didn't reply just smiled again.

She braceleted me again & produced a black double ended dildo gag. I allowed her to manipulate me numbly as she pushed it deeply into my mouth. It felt even larger in my mouth than it looked. She tightly closed the strap harness. Turning around she presented me with her clitoris from above I was to pleasure her from behind, my face in her bottom. It was a lot more strenuous than you might expect & extremely messy as her juices flowed all over my upturned face. My own panties were sodden. I was choking on the dildo as she came loudly. I was given no respite from the gag, or from her. She produced a massive strap on & pushing my face into the couch began to penetrate me from the rear. The strap on was shaped in her vagina & on her clitoris so that it vibrated, apparently fantastically, inside her with each thrust. She Alternated between my vagina & my anus forcefully, each thrust ramming me harder & more painfully especially in my bottom. I had never done anal before. Until finally she came again, slapping my bottom & grunting with exertion & pleasure. Her vigour had rendered me breathless she was so strong.

I was ungagged & unbraceleted long enough to serve her another wine then please her with my tongue again. From behind the red leather curtain I could hear sighs & gasps as they listened to her enjoying me. When she had come again this time for the final time I cleaned her with my tongue then soft scented towels.

I looked up utterly love stricken & with my need for her, in awe of her.

"Mistress did I please you?"

She didn't reply but gave me her feet to kiss as she sipped her wine.

I was braceleted again & led to her bedchamber. Beside her bed was the tiny curtained cage door, she opened the door & I crawled in, to the seraglio cage. The dim light inside was a deep sensual red in hue. I could just about make out the other girls outlines, but not enough to recognise their features or faces.

She removed my wet panties, holding them gingerly disdainfully.

"Turn around."

I turned to face her. Kneeling awkwardly braceleted as I was in the cage. She closed the cage door locking heart shaped padlock. I looked up at her forlornly through the bars.

"In case I desire you in the night karen."

"Yes Mistress."

"Or one of the other girls"

"Yes Mistress." I whispered in tears.

"In the morning I will be punishing a slave for the incident that occurred on your trip here & to protect my discretion, do you concur Karen?"

Foolishly I wondered if she meant lily or ellie.

"Yes Mistress."

She then stuffed the filthy panties into my mouth, gagging me.

She began closing the curtain, plunging us into total darkness

"Good evening Karen." She said sweetly through the closed curtain, I didn't realise she was mocking me.

In the darkness. I was weeping with need. The smell of it, mingling with the need of the other girls filling the tiny cage completely. Also I was becoming quite desperate to pee. I hoped this would go away when I got back to my chambers. 

Although I was the only one gagged no-one spoke. Friendly hands helped me to curl up on a cushion. It was quite small & spooned me from behind. I couldn't tell if it was lily or ellie, or another of the slaves. All I knew was that I wished it were Mistress Helena. There was very little space & we all curled up with each intimate with each other. Locked in the tiny cage we listened to her moving about, then she was asleep. 

I had wept myself to sleep, even more in love with her. Now torn between wanting to stay with her & to leave this club & return to my normal pampered spoiled life. Not realizing the choice had been taken away from me. My dreams had been filled with her, when lily had removed my pantie gag & kissed me to wake me. 

"I'll put them on for you karen." She had whispered. I didn't even notice she had dropped the Mistress. 

She pulled the panties up & kissed me on the behind quite lovingly. I wanted to hug & embrace her but I was still braceleted.

"Be very careful & pleasing, Mistress is often cross with us in the mornings." 

She told me as we crawled out of the now open cage door into the early morning light. As if it was the most natural thing in the world to be in fear of another's ire. Then I realised that for lily it was. Nonetheless I was very careful to be pleasing.

While I woke Mistress with my tongue, lily & ellie fetched Mistress coffee & warm, as if freshly baked from the oven, honey croissants. She clasped me so tightly between her thighs, that I was spluttering for breath as she came. When she had finished she pushed me off the bed to my knees on the floor.

"lily fetch my whip."

"Yes Mistress." She said frightened quickly obeying. I felt sorry for her. But also I was slightly miffed by her & ellie seeing me like this.

"Take karen down to my stocks & leave her there while I shower."

I was too shocked to protest or even speak until I had been led away & had been locked in the stocks bent over at the waist my bottom in the air.

"Please lily, ellie, what's happening, please don't let her whip me...." I was sobbing terrified. The two slaves said nothing in reply

Mistress Helena walked up behind us.

"Were you given permission to speak karen."

"Mistress He...."

A sharp intake of breath stopped me.

"Mistress please are you going to whip me, please don't whip me....not in front of the other girls..."

"Were you given permission to speak karen." She repeated again.

"No Mistress."

She stripped my panties off me again & pushed them into my mouth. Then pushed the whip between my trembling buttocks. I was to hold it clutched there.

She went off to shower. Lily, ellie & the other girls were already busy at their chores.

A riding crop on your bare behind & thighs is even more horrible than you could imagine. Even through the gag I had screamed then squealed in pain, mumbling begging for her to stop. She didn't of course until she had reduced me to nothing more than raw pain. 

Releasing me from the stocks she had me kneel at her feet & kissing the whip & her feet thank her for punishing me. I had done so sobbing in pain & fear. Then she had lily strip & give me the frilly apron from her maids uniform. It was still wet & sticky on the inside, stinking of her. I quickly put it on. That's all I was given the negligee & panties had been removed also. Lily was given a clean apron. I was put to work with the other girls. Kneeling on all fours polishing the wooden floor. Soon in spite of myself I found my hips swinging in unison with the other girls & humming one of their love songs, consoling myself in my miserable confusion. 

Then Mistress had a guest arrive. To my horror it was the Mistress from the corridor last night. They both went out onto Mistress Helena's patio. I was sent out to serve them chilled wine.

"Good Morning Mistress." I said quickly

"Turn around karen."

I turned showing the two Mistresses my red puffy bottom

"Satisfied?" 

I was crying remembering those were the same words she had asked me after she had beaten lily at my behest.

"Yes." She said pleased

"karen go back to your chores."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

"Wait." The other free woman stopped me.

I froze in terror, fearing another punishment in front of her.

"Oh later." I waited in suspense wondering what she meant

"Go girl."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." I hurried back to scrubbing the floor.

Some time later the other Mistress left & then Mistress Helena started to get ready to leave. I was summoned to dress her. She wore a closely fitting leather jacket, jodhpurs & her black riding boots. She looked so magnificent & sexy, but totally in control, my apron was wet at the front. She summoned ellie & lily. 

"I must return you all to where you belong now."

"Yes Mistress." We all said, I couldn't wait to get back to my chambers & probably to leave.

"However I haven't time to take you so I will leave you to be collected & processed."

"Yes Mistress." We all said again I wondered what she meant.

We were all braceleted & ball gagged. I had never been ball gagged before it is very disconcerting. Her own harem was locked securely in the cage. Then to my horror Mistress led us outside her apartment. There was a stock to one side of her door, the goods & servants entrance. All three of us were locked bent over at the waist & then she left. The street or corridor where Mistress lived was very busy. We were facing the wall so I couldn't see but lots of people passed by chatting completely ignoring us. I was getting even more desperate to pee now too. I must get that software glitch fixed & soon. After about an hour I heard the sound of lots of pairs of bare feet & one pair of boots. We were about to be collected. A hand went between our legs lily & ellie were released. A hand between mine found no disk. I heard a brief discussion behind me. But I couldn't really make out the details. Then I heard the patter of bare feet fade into the distance. I had been left!

After another long hour or so. I heard footsteps approach me from behind I was released from the pillory. But kept bent double & led away on a leash. I was led away at a brisk pace it was difficult to keep up with my ankles chained together & I was very flustered trying desperately not to stumble & fall. Eventually we stopped at a small workshop.




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Inside I was knelt facing the wall. In another room I could hear screams of pain. Girls for a private harem were being branded in there. It wasn't yet fashionable to brand all the slaves. Then I had my ankles rudely split & spread wide locked in a spreader bar & felt instant agony As a white hot ring was punched into & clamped through my clitoris. Instantly cauterising the hole a bell & disk were attached, then my nipples were done with bells too. I was pushed back to the wall sobbing mutely to wait a while.

The handler put my ankles back together & releashed me I was dragged away. Led to a low door, I recognised it as one of the clubs Mistress Helena had briefly shown me. I was led through & into one of the lounges. There a number of Mistresses were relaxing being served drinks & pleasured by slavegirls as they chatted. 

Sitting there was the Mistress from before, I was led to her. Ungagged & unbraceleted I served her wine, then was ordered to fetch her, her whip. 

"I did say later karen."

"Yes Mistress."

I was whipped again, this time bent over clutching my ankles & ungagged. Then I pleasured her with my tongue. After I had cleaned her, I was passed to the next Mistress. My head disappearing under her leather skirt. Fetching drinks & pleasuring the women all day, while my backside stung with pain. The lounge got busier & busier, I and the other girls were rushed off our feet. My hair & face was sticky & saturated, with their pleasure. I was so desperate to cum, but that wasn't permitted. Gradually the lounge crowd began to thin, as people drifted away for evening activities.

I was led away again. This time I and another girl cleaned each others faces & hair redo each others makeup. We were given clean tight maids uniforms. Three parts A tight top, an equally tight skirt & apron. The pastic silk fabric was fringed with delicate white frills. It left my navel bare. The top barely covered my belled nipples & the skirt was so short as to afford me no protection unless I stood stock still. The other girl was curiously excited but wasn't permitted tell me why.

We were collected a short while later, led away on a coffle with a lot of other girls dressed in clean maids outfits as we were. We were taken to another club & our first duty was just to prepare the massive dining table. 

Then the men began to arrive. All wearing dinner suits. Some of us, served food. I ran around serving wine. When the men had finished eating & chatting, we went into the lounge area. Some of the girls were double dildo gagged & set to pleasuring the other girls dancing for the men. Not me, I was still fetching drinks, until the first Master opened his pants. I knew better than to spit, I swallowed & thanked him. I was sent away serving more drinks then the next man & the next. Then I saw some of the girls being led away to small rooms & then returning post orgasm looking so contented & happy, but not me. I was kept between their legs all night. Until I and a few of the other girls were so covered in semen it had saturated our clothes & they were both plastered & slithery on us. The evening started to draw to a close, Some of the girls were being led away by the Masters. I and some of the not so lucky girls were gagged & hooded then locked in a row in stocks, kneeling, heads very low close to the floor, bottoms in the air. A leather curtain was drawn across our bare bottoms. We waited until the morning. 

I heard a Mistress behind us opening each girls legs in turn examining the discs. I felt hands between my legs my disc was yanked painfully.

"Ah there you are." I heard Mistress Helena's voice, sweetly derisive. I was elated.

She unlocked me from the stocks & leashing me led me away still hooded, bent over at the waist. I was once again pulled along briskly. We seemed to travel a reasonable distance was I being taken back to my chambers to her apartments. 

It was neither. I was pushed to my knees & un hooded then ungagged released from all my constraints & ordered to strip. I did so puzzled while Mistress Helena watched me amused at my confusion. Every time I tried to start to speak she shushed me. Behind me were row upon row of low leather curtained cages, in a very long room. I was given a double dildo belt & ordered to put it on. Embarrassingly I struggled to insert the massive phallus but eventually got them in. Then Mistress Helena buckled closed the chastity belt type harness. They felt massive inside me. I was instructed to serve wine. The dildos made it very uncomfortable to move but I did so hurriedly & pleasingly. Then I was braceleted, my wrists to the back of the dildo harness. My ankles chained together. She pulled me to her crotch then & opened her legs. She came all over my face & breasts. I was dildo gagged. The dildo was once again massive I couldn't breathe at all through my mouth I was literally choking on it, as I breathed desperately through my mouth. 

Mistress Helena took me to one of the cages & pulled back the curtain. The heat & stink of sex & fear absolutely overpowering. She opened the cage door & pushed me inside closing the door I was pressed into the writhing flesh. She yanked my hair so that I was looking up at her as she closed & locked the gate.

"I regret to inform you karen your application for membership was unsuitable."

She smiled sweetly

"But welcome to the establishment."

Her voice was icy

"I'm sure a girl like you will find your accommodation suitable, if not satisfactory."

She laughed amused at her words & the tears in my eyes

"Until you are sold."

She closed the curtain. 

I was no longer a person.

Just another nameless slavegirl waiting to be sold.



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Angeline lifted a hand to Misty's bare back and lightly ran her fingernails down Misty's spine. Misty closed her eyes and shivered in pleasure, breathing deeply, inhaling the sensual musk that both of her visitors extruded.

"That feels good?" Angeline whispered, leaning close. Her breath was warm and moist on Misty's ear.

"Yes," Misty whispered back, turning the word into a drawn-out purr of pleasure.

"Good," Angeline said so softly that Misty could scarcely hear the word.

Sophia's hand was still stroking Misty's thigh. Misty still held loosely to her wrist. Almost of its own accord, Misty's hand tightened on Sophia's wrist and pulled the other woman's hand over until Sophia's fingers brushed Misty's damp, swollen sex. Misty's head lolled back and she gritted her teeth, groaning with desire.

As Sophia began to work her hand over Misty's sex, Angeline lifted her other hand and began to toy with Misty's nipples, which grew harder under her touch. "Suck them!" Misty breathed.

Angeline pinched one nipple, tugging it lightly, eliciting a brief squeal of pleasure from Misty. "Are you sure? You've said you didn't want-"

Misty cut off the words by wrapping her free hand around Angeline's shoulders and pulling the other woman the final inch until their lips touched. Misty kissed Angeline's mouth hard, sucking the other woman's lower lip for long moments. When Angeline parted her lips a bit more, Misty slid her long tongue into Angeline's hot mouth, dueling with the blonde's own wet tongue. When she finally slid her tongue from Angeline's mouth, Misty locked her passion-fired gaze with the blonde's. When she spoke, Misty's voice was so thick she could barely understand her own words.

"Suck my nipples. Now!"

The look that crossed Angeline's face promised that and far, far more. Then she lowered her head, flicking the tip of her tongue over one of Misty's hard, exquisitely sensitive nipples.

Misty gasped with delight and Angeline took the nipple between her succulent lips began to suck greedily.

At her other side, Sophia was still exploring Misty's now dripping sex with long, skillful fingers. "Lie back," Sophia urged quietly.

Not stopping to think for a moment, Misty lay back, drawing the other women with her. Sophia slid one leg over one of Misty's legs. On her other side, Angeline slid a leg over Misty's other leg. Slowly, the other women used their own legs to draw Misty's legs further apart, exposing her hot, drooling sex fully to the cool air of the room. Angeline continued suckling while one hand slid down Misty's burning body to join Sophia's at her groin. Together, two hands gently probed and touch, stroked and explored Misty's most private place. Sophia helped herself to Misty's other nipple, her soft lips gentle on the tender flesh.

Misty shifted awkwardly, reaching a hand to grasp one of Sophia's bare breasts and one of Angeline's as well. She squeezed and kneaded as the other woman sucked and probed. After a very short time, Misty's hips began to buck of their own accord.

"I'm going to cum," she breathed, inhaling deeply, filling her lungs with the divine fragrance wafting from the goddesses she shared the bed with. "I'm going to cum so hard!"

Abruptly, the hands working at her sex slid away, slipping up her flushed, hot body to replace the mouths that has so lovingly tended to her hard nipples. Warm, moist breath touched each of Misty's ears.

"We can't allow that just yet," Angeline whispered.

Misty's hips writhed slowly, her sex silently begging to be touched again. "Why not?"

"Because you don't yet know what we are or why we're here with you," Sophia said gently.

"What?" Misty's mind was having trouble processing the words. All she knew was that everything the pair had been doing to her felt exquisite and she wanted them to begin again, to push her that last tiny bit to put her over the edge and into the body-wracking, mind-numbing orgasm that she was on the verge of. She spread her legs open wider, wiggling her hips, desperately trying to renew contact. "Please, don't stop! Either of you! Keep going!"

"It really feels that good?" murmured Angeline.

"Yes!"

"Let's talk," Sophia said gently. "Afterwards, if you're still willing, we'll finish."

"No!" Misty nearly wailed. "Now! Please!"

Angeline and Sophia continued to tease Misty's erect nipples, lightly pinching and tugging, scraping them every so lightly with the tips of their fingernails. Misty squirmed, begging for release.

"Not yet," Angeline said. "In a few minutes. You see, we came here for more than just sex with you."

"Did you know we were watching you by the pool earlier today?" Sophia asked.

Misty nodded, writhing beneath their warm, soft hands.

Angeline quickly kissed Misty's lips, licking them briefly. "We decided then that we wanted you to join us."

"I have! Please, make me cum!"

Sophia chuckled. "No, Misty. Not just for a quick tryst. We want you to become one of us. Forever."

Misty arched her back, pressing her hard nipples more firmly against their hands, gasping as the added friction sent jolts of electric pleasure sizzling through her heated body. "Become one of what?" she gasped.

"We," Angeline said, her voice low, sultry and seductive, "are lycanthropes."

The word meant nothing to Misty. "You're what?" As she spoke, she twisted, trying to bring her sex into contact with Sophia's leg.

Sophia smiled and shifted slightly, denying Misty the release she craved, continuing the pleasurable torture. "Lycanthropes," she repeated, her voice a low purr. "Werewolves."

Angeline took a moment to return her lips to Misty's nipple, sucking briefly before saying, "Sophia and I were turned a long time ago. Being what we are, we barely age. We want to turn you so that you can spend eternity with us."

"Will it always be like this?" Misty asked, writhing, desperate for the release that was being held from her.

"After we turn you," Angeline said, "there will be something we have to do, something you'll need to help us with. But after that? Yes. The three of us can spend eternity together."

"Do it!" Misty said. "Whatever! Anything! Just make me cum!"

Sophia chuckled softly. "You aren't thinking, Misty. You don't know what you're asking for."

"Yes I do!" Misty nearly screamed. "I'm asking you to do what you want to me! I'm asking you to make me your toy or whatever! I'm asking you to make me cum! Now!"

Sophia's hand began a slow trek back down Misty's soft, smooth flesh, moving toward her groin with painfully slow progress.

"Aren't you at all worried about the transformation?" Sophia asked tenderly. "Aren't you worried about the pain? Aren't you worried about becoming a raving, slavering monster each night?"

Misty was nearly sobbing. "I don't care! Just make me cum!"

Angeline's hand joined Sophia's in a very slow caress down Misty's overheated flesh. "You don't know what you're saying. You're lost in the moment and our pheromones. If you were thinking clearly you probably wouldn't be saying these things."

"Yes!" Misty said, not trying to restrain herself anymore, screaming the words. "Yes I would! I want it! I need it! Turn me! Do whatever you want with me! I'm yours! Just make me cum! Now! Please! Please make me cum!" Her words dissolved into desperate sobbing that gave voice to her urgent need.

"Sophia?" Angeline asked softly. "What do you think, beloved? Should we?"

The other leaned over Misty's squirming body and shared a long kiss with Angeline as they continued to tease and torment. "Yes. I think she's had about all she can take."

Angeline nodded. "Misty?" She spoke the word as softly as possible.

"What?" Misty screamed, thrashing on the quilt, trying desperately to find some way to send herself over the brink and into an orgasm.

"It's time," Angeline said. "Sophia and I are both going to do it. Then you're going to partake in blood from both of us. It's a little trick we picked up from some vampires. This way, you'll have been turned by not one lycanthrope, but by two. You'll be so strong that you'll be able to keep from changing. You'll keep this perfect, gorgeous body just as it is. Yet you'll be one of us. Okay?"

"Just do it! Now!"

Sophia took up the narration as her hand finally reached Misty's groin, tracing gently here and there, carefully avoiding any spot that would send Misty over the brink. Tears were rolling down Misty's cheeks as she sobbed her urgent need.

"Be patient," Sophia whispered. "We'll let you finish very soon. I promise. As Angeline told you, we're both going to bite you. Then you'll take a small measure of my blood and Angeline's blood. This way, you'll be very strong. But it'll also bind the three of us together. No one will ever be able to separate us!"

"Whatever!" Misty sobbed, bucking her hips, trying to press her sex against Sophia's hand. "I'm yours! Do what you want to me! You have my permission! Do it! Just make me cum!"

She saw Angeline and Sophia share a smile above her. Then, as the other women finally brought their eager fingers into contact with Misty's sopping wet sex once more, they each took hold of one of Misty's hands and lowered their lips to her wrists simultaneously.

Misty felt the sharp pain in both wrists as two pair of fangs slid into her hot flesh, seeking veins. However, before she could react, the orgasm that had so long been denied her crashed over her, washing through her body in a storm of heat, light, electric pleasure and rushing noise that drowned out all else. She screamed with joy at the feelings that sent her flushed, heaving body shuddering and writhing. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever had in her life and it held her paralyzed, frozen in an erotic tableau, unable to so much as breath.

Finally, after long moments, she gasped, taking in a lungful of air and the familiar, exotic, enticing fragrances of the two women making love to her.

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed, twisting and writhing in pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh-"

Her words were cut off as the coppery taste that filled her mouth finally forced its way through the sexual haze to register in her mind. Still feeling the orgasm, shaking, Misty struggled to sit up. Soft, steady hands gripped her, helping her up, holding her in place on the edge of her bed.

"Are you alright?" Angeline asked from one side.

"Lie back down if you need to," Sophia said from her other side.

Misty turned to look at one, then the other. "What happened?"

Both of the other women held up wrists that bore short slashes that wept a line of blood. Misty looked at her own wrists, finding the bites on each that still oozed blood.

"What..." Misty asked, lightheaded, feeling ready to collapse.

"You're one of us now," Angeline whispered.

"Forever," added Sophia.

Misty's vision darkened at the edges. "But I didn't think..."

"That lycanthropes are real?" Sophia asked, stroking Misty's spine tenderly. "Not many people do. Keeping it that way is a major part of our survival strategy. Why don't you lie back down."

"She's right," Angeline cooed. "Lie down. Rest. Take all the time you need. We'll be here when you wake. Then we'll begin getting you settled into your new life."

"New...life...?"

Misty's words trailed off as she felt Angeline's and Sophia's hands easing her back until she was lying flat on her bed once more. As she lost consciousness altogether, the last thing she felt was Angeline snuggling up to her on one side and Sophia cuddling up on her other side, their hot, smooth, naked flesh pressing against her own.

~*~

When Misty Le Rouge next woke, it was hours later. The sun had set, casting the previously bright neon tones of the bedroom into darkness. She woke slowly, gradually, becoming aware of the warm softness pressed against her nude body to either side. Even in the dark, she could clearly make out the naked forms of Sophia and Angeline as they lay with her on the bed. The other women's eyes had seemed to glow before. Now, in the darkness, they shone brightly.

Sophia propped herself up on one elbow and caressed Misty's flat stomach lightly. "About time you woke up."

Misty frowned. "It...it can't be..."

"It is," Angeline said quietly. "You passed out, then slept almost straight through the evening and into the night. Do you feel strong enough to leave?"

"Leave?"

"Yes," Sophia said, nodding. "Angeline and I need to take you to the den. It's a rule. Turning anyone is frowned upon to begin with, but we can get away with it if we take you straight to the den and introduce you."

Angeline took over, saying, "It's a safety precaution against having an unknown lycanthrope running loose. We need to take you to the den and let everyone know about you."

"Especially Enoch," Sophia said. Her tone of voice made it clear that she didn't think much of the idea.

Angeline nodded, frowning. "Right. Especially Enoch. He'll want to mate with you, Misty. But it's okay. We won't let him."

Misty frowned up at the other women. "Mate with me?"

"Yes," Sophia said. "Enoch is our pack's alpha male. He refuses to take a single mate. Instead, he treats all the females of the pack as his personal harem. Everyone hates it. He's a greasy, disgusting jerk, so none of us females want to mate with him. None of the males like it when he takes their females for mating. But he's the alpha. Under the rules of our kind, he's within his right to do so."

"And he'll want to mate with me, too?" Misty asked tentatively, still trying to come fully awake.

"He will," Angeline said. "He insists on mating with every new female. And he always does it in front of the entire pack so they can witness his sexual prowess." As she spoke the final two words, her voice dripped with heavy sarcasm.

"But," Sophia added, "that won't happen this time. When we get there, just play along. Strip for him; let him see you naked. He won't be focused on anything else. Angeline and I will give him some wine to drink. He'll drink it before he tries to mate with you since he always like to be a bit tipsy, if not outright drunk, before he mates. After he drinks the wine, he won't want to mate with you anymore."

"Why not?" Misty asked.

"Because he'll be dead," Angeline answered.

Misty came fully awake at the comment, sitting bolt upright between the other women. "What?"

Sophia and Angeline sat up with her, caressing her, trying to calm her.

Misty shook her head. "No! I won't help you murder someone!"

Angeline's hand began to knead one of Misty's breasts. "Our society isn't like normal human society. Enoch isn't worthy to lead us. He only maintains his position as alpha by being ruthlessly violent with anyone who tried to usurp his power. Sophia and I want to eliminate him. Once he's gone, she and I will rule the pack together. You'll be in a special position of power yourself since you're bonded to us."

"No," Misty said. "I won't-"

"You will!" Sophia said harshly. "You don't have a choice. Angeline and I turned you. According to the way our society works, we own you, now. If we tell you to do something, you do it. You have no choice in the matter. The one, single command that can override ours is Enoch's. And he'll soon be dead."

"It's not as bad as Sophia makes it sound," Angeline soothed. "We promise not to treat you as a slave. We'd never do that. That's Enoch's way, not ours. It's part of why we've planned this."

Angeline stood, drawing Misty to her feet. Sophia stood with them.

"Now," Angeline said, "let's all get dressed. You need to go meet Enoch."

~*~

The pack lived in an abandoned warehouse, Misty quickly learned. The office had a wall torn out and tattered privacy screens had been set up to enlarge it. That area, the only area to offer any semblance of privacy, was Enoch's, she was told. The rest of the pack lived and slept together in a communal area that was the rest of the building. Everything was dirty and ragged.

"This is disgusting!" Misty said.

Angeline shushed her, then whispered, "Sophia and I are going to make changes, believe me!"

"Everyone!" Sophia called out. "We have a new member of the pack!"

Forms began to move in the darkness and Misty cringed back. Sophia and Angeline wrapped protective arms around her, trying to comfort her. The shadowy figures revealed themselves to be other lycanthropes. As with Angeline and Sophia, they appeared to be normal humans but for their glowing eyes and the sharp fangs that were on display when lips peeled back enough to reveal them. Everyone was fully nude, male and female alike, and no one bothered to even attempt to cover their bodies.

"I smell a new female!" a deep voice growled from the direction of what had once been the office.

Sophia grimaced. "Yes, Enoch. Her name is Misty Le Rouge. Maybe you've heard of her? She's quite well known."

Misty looked toward the alpha's private den with open apprehension. She heard stirring, then the alpha himself came into view.

Enoch was big, tall and broad-shouldered, with a gut that hung down below his waist. Long, greasy hair that had mostly gone gray, was drawn back into a ponytail that hung halfway down his back. A gray goatee and mustache surrounded his mouth. The alpha walked toward Misty with an exaggerated, cocky gait that almost made her laugh. His sex, far from being the most impressive specimen she had ever seen, was already fully-erect, wobbling as he neared her, sticking out to it's full, under whelming length, just barely visibly beyond his protruding paunch.

"Misty Le Rouge..." Enoch said softly as he stopped just before her. Whereas Sophia's and Angeline's pheromones smelled exotic and wonderful, Enoch just plain smelled. "Do you know how many times I've watched your schlock films and wanted you? Now I get my chance, huh?" He reached for her.

Sophia and Angeline drew her back, placing themselves protectively before her. Enoch scowled.

Angeline held up a hand, silently asking for his patience. "Enoch, wait. Wouldn't you like your drink before mating with her?"

He turned the full fury of his expression on her. "I've waited too long for this. Give her to me."

"It'll only take a minute for me to get it for you," Sophia said.

"No," Enoch growled, reaching out to grab Misty and yank her forward. "I want her now. I'll drink afterwards." He began to pull Misty's scanty clothing from her without care or regard for her comfort.

Misty turned pleading eyes toward Angeline and Sophia. "But you said-"

"Shhh!" Angeline said, nearly in a panic. "Enoch?"

"What?" His voice was rough with a mixture of irritation and lust.

Angeline gently reached out to extricate Misty from his forcible grasp and eased herself in front of Misty.

"What are you doing?" Enoch growled. "You know the rules! You bring a new female in here, she's mine!"

"And you'll have her," Angeline soothed. "But wouldn't you enjoy her more if she gave herself to you, rather that if you just took her?"

Enoch's eyes, which didn't glow as brightly as the other lycanthropes', narrowed in suspicion. "What do you mean?"

"Sophia has already gone to get your wine. Why not let Misty undress herself while you wait? Then you can have your glass of wine before mating with Misty. After that, you can have me if you like. Maybe you'd like to have Misty and myself at the same time, even..."

Misty saw the unintelligent eyes of the alpha male shift from Angeline to herself and back several times. Before Enoch could speak, Sophia was back, holding a goblet filled to the brim with dark red wine.

"Your wine, Enoch," Sophia said, offering it to him.

Enoch took the wine and simply held it at his side. "You! Both of you! Get her naked now and strip yourselves. You know clothing isn't allowed to be worn in the den! That's only for when we go out to hunt. Get naked, all three of you."




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Without a word, both Sophia and Angeline kicked off their high heeled shoes and peeled out of their oddly metallic dresses, rendering themselves nude. When Misty hesitated, Angeline turned to her.

"Come on, Misty. We explained to you how this works. Enoch is the alpha. Everyone does what he says because he's in charge. He says no clothing is allowed here, so when you're in the den, you have to be naked."

"Not only that," Enoch said, handing the wine back to Sophia, "but you're new here and you're female. That means you're mine to mate with tonight. Strip! Now! After we're done, your friends Angeline and Sophia will join us. It's been a while since I mated with three females at once."

Angeline took hold of Misty's top and started to lift it, wanting to help her remove it. Enoch slapped her hands away.

"No! Let her strip herself. I want to watch." Enoch leered at Misty as he spoke.

Misty swallowed hard, casting a quick look at Sophia. She then began to remove her clothing slowly, taking her time.

Sophia stepped up to Enoch, pressing her bare breasts against his chest as she wrapped his fingers around the goblet of wine. "Here. Why not enjoy this while you watch the show? If you don't, it'll get warm." Without taking his eyes off Misty , who was already nearly naked, Enoch shoved Sophia away from him, nearly knocking her off her feet. "Never tell me what to do!" A moment later, he raised the goblet to his lips and drank.

He kept his dimly glowing gaze fixed on Misty, tipping his head back as he drank the last of the wine. Without a word, he tossed the empty goblet in the general direction of Sophia and stepped toward Misty.

"Now, Le Rouge, get on your knees. Before I shove into you, I want-" Enoch's words cut off abruptly as his eyes widened. He gagged slightly, then winced, wrapping his heavy arms around his stomach. "What...what did..."

Sophia picked up the goblet and stepped over to stand with Misty and Angeline. "Problem, Enoch?" she asked innocently.

His face crumpled into a furious glare of rage. He tried to moved toward her but staggered and nearly fell. He sank to his knees, retching. Flecks of blood were on his lips.

Angeline slid an arm around Misty's waist and held her close. "What's that, Enoch? I thought you wanted Misty on her knees for you, not the other way around. Isn't that what you said? Did you forget? Maybe you're going senile. Maybe it's time someone new led the pack."

Enoch reached out with both hands, face contorted in a painful grimace. His hands stiffened, fingers curving into claws. He fell forward, landing face down on the concrete floor, clawing at Angeline, Sophia and Misty, who were well out of reach. As he squirmed, Enoch made a sickening series of wet retching sounds.

"She's ours, Enoch," Sophia said. "You keep your filthy, stinking hands off of her."

Pushing himself forward, Enoch rose to his hands and knees, shuddering, and began to crawl forward. A line of bloody drool ran from his lips to the floor. "You...you..."

Angeline drew Misty back, keeping her out of the dying alpha's reach. "Yes. Silver nitrate-laced wine just doesn't agree with the stomach, does it, Enoch?"

"Kill...you..." he bit out as he crawled a few more inches.

Sophia stepped to one side, lifted her foot and used her bare heel to push Enoch over on his side. He instantly curled up in a tight ball, holding his stomach. "No," Sophia muttered. "You won't. You won't do anything to anyone. You're dead."

Enoch shuddered a couple times more before going still. His eyes opened slightly. The already dim glow lighting them faded away completely.

Beside Misty, Angeline exhaled in relief. "It's done." She turned to face the other gathered lycanthropes. "Everyone? Enoch is dead. We no longer have an alpha male, we now have two alpha females. Sophia and I are in charge of this pack now!"

"And," Sophia added, "there will be some changes made. And Misty here belongs solely to Angeline and myself. No one else is to touch her!"

"Thank you," Misty said quietly.

"The first change is this," Angeline said loudly enough to broadcast her voice to everyone. "Sophia and I will be living with Misty at her house. That house will be the private den of us three. Everyone else will continue to use this den, but it is to be cleaned up. Anyone wishing for more privacy, feel free to set upwhatever screens you like."

"And," Sophia said, "Enoch's private den is to be ripped down and everything found in it thrown out. Nothing of him is to remain here."

Angeline took hold of Sophia's arm. "Come on. That's enough for now. Misty? Let's head back to your house. That with Enoch was closer than we'd planned. Let's get you out of here."

Misty nodded and knelt to retrieve her clothing.

Angeline stopped her, saying, "Leave that. We'll go as we are."

"Naked?"

"Yes."

"But..."

Sophia grinned. "Trust us. No one around here is going to report three gorgeous women to the police for running around nude. If anything, they'll all want to follow us to enjoy the show."

~*~

Back at Misty Le Rouge's house, the trio lay on the soft grass by the pool, naked under the moonlight. The pale flesh of Sophia and Angeline seemed to glow in the wan illumination as the other women lay to either side of Misty. Each of them kneaded one of Misty's breasts while Misty's talented fingers explored their musky, damp groins. She could smell the intoxicating pheromones coming from each of them, but she could also detect her own now, too. The heady scent of sex lay thick over them, as well, the result of several shared orgasms.

Misty turned to one side, kissing Angeline softly, before turning her head the other way to share a kiss with Sophia. "You two feel like you're ready for more."

"We are," Angeline whispered. She slid atop Misty's body and began to caress Sophia.

Misty wrapped an arm around Angeline's bare back, caressing the other woman's soft flesh lightly. Her other hand continued to work between Sophia's damp thighs.

"This is our life now," Misty said. "I'm rich. I'm very rich. Even if I never work a day in my life again, I have so much money in various accounts that the three of us can live lavishly off the interest alone forever. So, this is our life now - hunting and sex."

"For all eternity," Sophia gasped as Misty caressed her sex.

"For all eternity," Angeline whispered and kissed Misty.

"For all eternity," Misty said softly when the kiss ended.



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His hand slid along her bare thigh again, disappearing beneath her skirt. The scratch of his trimmed nails against her soft skin , along with a teasing brush of his fingers against her bare lips made her suck in a quick breath and shoot him another one of 'those' looks.

"Stop it," she muttered softly. "There are people!"

He chuckled and looked around, his fingers still lightly moving against her thigh. "Baby, the closest person is 3 rows behind us and is sound asleep. It's the middle of the night, most people on this flight are sound asleep. And my jacket is covering you completely." She sighed softly, knowing without even looking that he was right. He dropped his lips to her shoulder, kissing along it to her neck, distracting her for brief moment so that he could press his fingers up against her damp pussy before she could protest. His middle finger dragged up between her slick lips and paused against her little clit.

He started a slow gentle tapping on it and her face began to flush. His free hand slipped against the back of her neck and turned her face to his. He smiled at the expression on her face, one of lust and need, before pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss, then deeper as his finger started a slow insistent circle against her clit. She couldn't keep still now. He was alternating rubbing and tapping on her clit and was making her squirm and grind down into her seat. He kept kissing her, deeper and sensuously, the pressure of his mouth keeping her moans soft and quiet. 

It was when his finger paused then slid down and eased into her tight hot pussy that she started to lose control. Her thighs pushed open wider, allowing him to push his finger in as deep as he could manage. The base of it nudged at her hard exposed clit and she had to cough loudly to disguise the moan she couldn't swallow. Her hand slipped beneath the jacket to grip at his wrist and she started to plead with him to stop, knowing that she was moments from her orgasm and that there would be no way she could keep quiet. 

"Please!" she growled at him, then shuddered as he curled his finger inside her to glide the tip over that soft spongy spot. His thumb pressed down against her clit and slowly, along with his thrusting finger, nearly sent her over the edge.

"Excuse me." The voice of the flight attendant made them both jump and she nearly let out a startled cry at the surprise interruption. While they were still partially covered by the jacket, it was very obvious what they were doing and she felt her face flooding with redness. He stilled his fingers, both of them frozen and staring up at her.

"If you go to the back of the plane, there is a bathroom that is out of service. I'm going to go back there and undo the lock. I think you'll appreciate the privacy it provides." She grinned at them, then let her eyes drift down to where his hand was buried between her spread thighs. "Take your time too, it's the only one back there so you'll have all the time you need. At least until we land in an hour."

She smirked at them and made her way down the aisle to the back of the plane. They looked at each other and started to laugh, both embarrassed and exhilarated by what just happened. He slowly pulled his finger from her tight grasping canal and looked back, smiling when the attendant winked at him to let him know it was open. He grabbed her hand and with a quick adjustment of her skirt, they made their way to the back of the plane, their intention unbeknown to all other passengers.

"Thank you," he murmured to the attendant as they entered the small room. She just nodded and smiled back, making sure to put the "Out of order" sign back up over the door handle. He sat down on the lid of the toilet and started to push her skirt up, exposing her pussy. Her plump lips were glistening and pink, obviously still aroused from his fingers and even more so by the situation. He leaned in and kissed along her thighs, his hands urging her to put her feet up on either side of his. The room was so small that she was still able to press back against the door, using it as leverage.

He wasted no time. He knew how close she was to orgasming earlier and he didn't intend to make her wait much longer. She was still nervous, though, about being able to keep quiet and without his mouth on hers, she didn't know how she'd keep from letting every passenger on the plane know exactly what they were doing in there.

As his mouth started kissing up her inner thigh, her hand sunk down into his hair, stopping him. "I don't know, how am I going to keep from screaming? You make me cum so hard, it's going to be impossible..." He grinned at her and reached into his pocket, where he had earlier stuck her panties after he cajoled her into removing them at her seat. She just shook her head and sighed, then opened her mouth and let him push them in. She groaned as they filled her mouth, humiliated but grateful for the muffling of sound they provided. 

His mouth pressed up against her pussy and began to slowly lap at her lips, long drags of his tongue making her grip tighter at his hair. Her other hand pushed open a few buttons of her blouse and tugged down her bra, exposing her full tits. He glanced up and moaned at the sight of her thick pink nipples, crinkled and hard and the vibrations made her push forward to his mouth. She needed more and he was ready to give it to her. His tongue pushed its way into her pussy, rolling and thrusting deep. Her hand cupped one breast and her body arched as she pinched and tugged one of her nipples, her other hand's fingers curling in his hair, feeling the pressure of his sucking lips and busy tongue. His mouth seemed to be all over her, lapping at her lips, sucking on them, grazing his teeth over her sensitive flesh. His lip kept brushing over her throbbing clit and she kept trying to push harder against it but he'd pull away every time. She let out small frustrated moans, his mouth driving her mad.

His hand rose and he teased her entrance with a couple of fingers, his wet lips kissing and biting at her inner thigh, the whiskers from his goatee making her shiver and moan. He looked up at her again and saw her dark eyes staring down at him, pleading with him to fill her and let her cum. He did just that, pushing his fingers easily, right into her, gliding them deep and grinding them back in forth. His tongue lapped around his fingers, moaning at the sweet taste of her. The tip dragged over her clit and her body shook. He felt her pussy clamp down around his fingers and he started to fuck her with them, knowing she needed the friction. The soft gentle laps of his tongue over her clit were so light they couldn't bring her off but her desperation to cum was mounting to a point she hadn't felt in quite some time. She growled at him and his mouth pushed forward, taking the small swollen piece of flesh into his lips and sucking. His tongue lashed quickly over it, circling it and rubbing the tip back and forth just beneath the retracted hood. His fingers fucked her spasming cunt and he let his hand shift to allow his pinky to tease over her tight little ass. With a quick push, it entered her and she suddenly stiffened, grinding to his fingers and his mouth.

His other hand was firmly grasping her lower back to keep her from banging back against the door as she came. His fingers eased back and forth, fucking her holes through her orgasm, his mouth sucking hard on her clit and working the tender nub with his lapping tongue. His beard ground against her tender lips and the sensation just made her cum harder. He groaned at the rush of juices around his fingers and let his lips pop off her clit so he could lap at her pussy. His tongue dove in between his spreading fingers and she felt another wave hit her, her body shaking and writhing against the door.

Outside the bathroom, the flight attendant stood listening, her fingers rubbing at her pussy through her skirt, grinning as she heard the quiet moans signaling what she knew was an intense orgasm. She had seen them earlier, watched him tease her for the first hour of the flight and doing so had riled her up. She decided that as soon as they were done in there, she'd have to get one of the pilots to come back and help her out with her own needs. She sighed softly as she heard the beep of the call button from one of the passengers and pulled herself away from listening to the couple.

They weren't done, though. He finally pulled away from her, dragging his slick lips and wet goatee against her leg. He stood up, and yanked those panties from her mouth. He quickly opened his button and fly and yanked down his pants, his cock springing out, already thick and hard. His head glistened with precum and he needed to be inside her. Her hand curled around his shaft and jerked it slowly, their mouths meeting in a deep kiss. 

"Need to fuck you, baby, right fucking now," he growled to her, his hands turning her around as he sat back down. He guided her right down, his hand gripping his cock to guide it into her still twitching cunt. His one hand clamped over her mouth, the other reached around to grope at her tits, tugging at her nipples, back and forth between them. She sunk easily down over his cock, taking him to the hilt, his full tight balls pushing up against her lips. She ground down over him, easing back and forth, her silky walls already grabbing at his shaft. Her legs dropped open over his and he sunk in deeper, filling her up completely. 

She pulled his hand from her mouth and they started kissing, both of them eager and desperate now that he was inside her. She let her one arm ease back around his neck, gripping onto him so she could pull herself up and drop back down, his hips thrusting up as she did so. Her other hand slid down and rubbed lightly over her bulging clit, her palm slipping over it as her fingers opened around his cock. He groaned at the added sensation and began to fuck her harder and faster.

She gasped against his lips, her teeth coming down to sink into his lower lips. The sting made him ram up into her pussy and soon the tiny room was filled with the sounds and scent of their lovemaking. Her palm was smacking down against her clit and her fingers were drenched in wetness, the tickle of them against his cock increasing his need to cum. She began to tremble and he felt her against him, knowing she was close. 

"Come on, baby," she moaned against his lips. " I need to cum again, fuck me, cum in me!" Her hand shifted and her fingers glided over his plump balls, tapping and rubbing at them, just as he had done earlier to her clit. It was just what he needed and he drove into her, his hands gripping at her tits, their moans of release barely stifled by their deep kiss. She bounced on his cock, her juices dribbling down his shaft while his own release drenched her insides. 

He pulled her fingers away and brought them to his lips, licking over her wetness smeared all over them. They grinned at each other and kissed again, over her fingers. She slowly stood, moaning softly as he slipped out of her. He grabbed her panties and helped her get back into them, grinning as she moaned again, feeling them press up against her tender pussy.

They both jumped at the sound of the captain announcing they were beginning their descent. Quickly, they adjusted their appearance and slowly, cautiously opened the door. He gestured her to go ahead of him, since the passengers would be awake now from the announcement. She made an effort not to look at any of them, but she was unable to keep from smiling as she walked up the aisle back to her seat.

When he arrived at their row, he found her holding a piece of paper and stifling a laugh and blushing again.

"What's that, baby?" he asked and she shoved it into his hand, shaking her head. He grinned broadly as he read it, quietly, to her:

"On behalf of the captain and the rest of the flight crew, we'd like to welcome you to the Mile High Club!"



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"Well buddy, it's been a long time. Come on I'll buy lunch." Ralph said. "We have a lot to catch up on. How's Sally? Still as gorgeous as always? I sure would like to see her again." 

We went around the corner to a greasy spoon restaurant, sat and ordered burgers and fries. Having not seen each other for a couple years we had a lot to catch up on. 

"What are you doing in town?" He asked.

"Business at the old office, just some old paper work to catch up on."

We talked, mostly about inane things, knowing that what was really mostly on our minds. Finally I brought it up.

"Do you and Sandy still have pool parties? Have any "good" fun with neighbors or any of our old friends?"

"Now that you mention it, YES. The couple that bought your house are in their forties and are very nice. We met them the day they moved. Doris is a big busted red head, a bit loud. Jack is usually quiet, tall and thin. They have twin girls, eighteen, built like you wouldn't believe, as only teenagers can be. Both had their mothers red hair. The women visited back and forth every few days for coffee and used the pool once in a while. That gate in the fence made it easy."  "Half the time when I came home from work they were in the pool or sunning by it. Doris wore the smallest suits passable to cover her ample body. Most of the time her tits over flowed and threatened to fall completely out. Some times the twins were there too, sexy as hell in their own tiny bikinis. I found out later that when the twins weren't there that Sandy and Doris went naked to improve their tans."

"Wow." I exclaimed. "I guess we moved too far away, Missed a lot of fun didn't we?"

"You sure did." He told me. "Here's how we started with them. About two months later we invited Mike, Andy and their wives over for a pool party and some sexy fun. We were all naked and very involved in some serious fucking and sucking when Doris opened the gate unexpectedly and came into the yard and saw Sandy sucking on Mikes big cock. She just stood there watching. I saw her look around at the rest of us, eyes wide, then slowly remove her bikini and move in to join our orgy."

I was jealous, Sally and I had not done any swinging since we moved. We had talked about finding a compatible couple but none suited us. We had a few chances but didn't. Either I wasn't attracted to the women or Sally didn't like the men. One couple we did come close with but. Oh well, don't cry about it. We still had the best, each other.

"Did she join right in?" I asked.

"She dove right in as if she hadn't had any for months. I had just finished fucking Jane and sat back when she came in. She made a bee line to me, sank to her knees and swallowed my sloppy wet, cum and pussy juice covered cock. That woman could suck. She had me hard in a few seconds, tongued and sucked me to a fantastic come. She swallowed every drop and tried for more. Andy was laying on the grass with Ruth sitting on his face. His cock sticking up. Doris lowered her hot cunt on his waiting cock and lustfully fucked him."

"Damn it. Some times I wish we had never moved, I missed the fun and Sally said she did too. You should come and visit with us and renew old friendships. Sally would love to see Sandy and you again."

"You are coming to supper, I'll call and tell Sandy that we will be having a guest but won't tell that its you. It will be a pleasant surprise for her. Steak all right?"

"Sounds great, I was thinking of calling you but was busy till this afternoon. Now everything has worked out. I have a few more things to do and then I'll drive over. OK?"

"OK, be there around 5. We'll be waiting." Ralph told me.

"Do you think you can introduce me to your neighbor Doris? I could use a little fun. If she would be willing."

"I'll check about that. See you then."

Driving down the old street I almost turned in my old drive before pulling into Ralph's place and parked in the drive way. I rang the bell. The door was opened by Sandy, she let out a cry and jumped into my arms, kissing me. "Where have you been, I've missed you, come on in. I'm going to kill that man for not telling me it was you he invited for dinner." Leading me by the hand thru the house she called. "RALPH, you shit head, you bastard. You didn't tell me my favorite lover was coming."

A smiling Ralph came in the room, handed me a cold beer. "Welcome back buddy, my house, your house. Or should I go further and say. My wife, your wife? Your choice."

"No choice." I said, turning and kissing Sandy. "Want to go fuck?" I asked. "It's been a long time."

Stripping as we three went to the bedroom, naked we jumped in the bed with Sandy in the middle as she eagerly reached for our cocks. "I want one in each end, just like we used to do. Screw me, my two studs, screw me."

Eagerly we rearranged ourselves on the king size bed. Ralph laid back at the top, Sandy knelt to him and started to suck his cock. I got behind her and guided my stiff shaft to her open, eager waiting pussy. Thrusting my cock into Sandy I realized how much I missed her. The soft, wet, slippery pussy felt great. Her pussy seemed to grab my cock, sucking it deeper, till I hit bottom. Beautiful. I had always enjoyed fucking Sandy but this was better than I remembered. As my cock explored the depth of her sweet cunt she thrust back at it, asking for more. 

Watching her head bobbing up and down as she sucked on her husbands cock as I pounded into her was extremely exciting and I knew I was going to cum soon. How right I was. I felt the pressure in my balls and with a final deep thrust shot my load of hot cum to her. Shuddering with pleasure I came and then shot more. Her pussy couldn't contain all the cum, it flowed out between our bodies and ran down her legs.

Ralph continued to enjoy her sucking. Our ladies were great cock suckers. The best part was that they loved cum and loved drinking all they could get. Holding to her head he let go and filled her mouth. Sandy turned around and kissed me. I could taste cum on her lips, she forced my mouth open with her tongue and fed me her mans cum. No choice, I took it and swallowed. 

"Time for din-din, after that workout you must be starved?" Sandy stated. "Lets go to the patio and cook some steaks"

Naked we went outside. This wasn't the first time we were naked out here. This was where we had most of out fuck parties. Ralph started the grill while Sally got the steaks. Putting on aprons he said laughingly. "Don't want to burn the wrong meat."

The steaks were tasty, done just right. And sitting with two old friends naked made them even better. 

"HELLO." Came a call from the side of the yard. "Is the pool open or are we disturbing you?" It was their neighbors. 

"Hi, come on in. We just have an old friend here and he is one of us." Sandy called to them. "He's OK. Come in and meet him."

In through the gate came four people, three women and a man. The guy was tall and thin. One woman was a bit heavy, red hair, big titties with huge nipples. Two younger girls with reddish hair lovely shaped bodies, nicely formed tits and a sprinkle of red hair over their pussies. I could tell all this cause they were all stark naked. 

Walked casually to us and Ralph introduced them as, Doris, her husband Jack, and the twins, June and Jane. They were not bashful about ours or their nudity. Sandy just laughed and said. "They are very, very close friends and came to swim and party with us. I called and told them who you were and that you wanted some fuckin fun."

I opened my arms and Doris came to me, reaching for my soft cock and hotly kissed me on the lips, french kissing me. Using her tongue skillfully with mine, thrusting and twisting. She was a wonderful kisser. My cock started getting hard with the kiss and she slowly jacked it up full strength.

Off to the side I saw Sandy go to Jack. He was a tall man and his dick hung down about seven inches soft. Sandy knelt to him, lifting the lengthy organ she kissed the head and licked around it. His cock quickly rose to greet her. Eight, nine ten, ten inches of hard, stiff, angry looking cock stood at attention for her. Ten inches long and as big around as her wrist. A cock to be proud of. Sandy wasted no time before she started to worship it. Using her tongue to get this cock wet and opening her mouth wide enough she slowly engulfed the head. One hand went to his low hanging balls to caress them while the other wrapped around the huge shaft. Sandy let his cock fuck her mouth as her hand jacked and twisted on it.

Poor Ralph was stuck with the twins. Poor hell, he had two gorgeous girls to play with. Sinking to the soft grass Ralph laid back as one twin sat over his face so he could eat her pussy while the other started to suck on his cock.

Doris and I had our own ideas. I wanted this woman. I wanted to eat her pussy, wanted her to suck my cock, wanted to fuck her, over and over again. We both were ready. Sitting her on the table I lowered my mouth to her sweet pussy. Licking and sucking at the nectar flowing from her. Doris grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter to her hot cunt. "Oh-Oh- Ooh, more, please, your doing it right, eat me." She was enjoying my eating her as much as me, maybe more. The more I sucked, the more she flowed. Climaxing time after time, finally with a deep sigh, relaxed.

Standing, I was at the right height to penetrate her cunt with my ready cock. I slid quickly in her cavern and started to slowly fuck. She was wet and my cock entered her easy. From the size of her husband I figured that she would be loose but her strong pussy muscles gripped me tight adjusting to my smaller cock. Slowly we fucked, wanting it to last as long as we could. Nice, solid, great fuckin. Her pussy seemed to milk my cock. Squeezing and releasing, squeezing again, over and over, as I moved in and out. 

She must have climaxed 4 or 5 more times before I thrust my hard cock in, stopped deep and gave her my cum. It felt as if it came from my toes. I quivered and shuddered as I unloaded in her. WOW, what a great fuck.

I felt hands running over the cheeks of my ass. It was Sandy, she and Jack were watching me fuck his wife. As I pulled my dripping cock out of Doris's filled pussy Sandy knelt down and fastened her mouth to the open, cum leaking slit and licked at the cum I had just deposited there. 

Jack asked me. "Was she a good fuck? Did you enjoy her?" Before I could answer he reached for my dangling cock, wrapped his hand around it. "Is this the cock that was in her?" Saying that he went to his knees and stuffed it into his mouth. 

Jacks tongue swirled around my cock, soft but starting to rise again. I've been sucked a lot of times but Jack was one of the best. He worked my cock, tongue and lips, back and forth he let me fuck his mouth. His hand moved to my ass and a finger teased my shit hole, testing. I spread my legs allowing him access and he slowly inserted it. It was nice, I like my ass done once in a while, felt real good getting my cock sucked and my ass fingered at the same time. I could tell that Jack liked cock because he did so great. I had just cum in his wife a few minutes ago so I didn't thing I could cum again soon but he was sucking so good. Sooner than I wanted I started to shoot. Jack got the first spurt and sucked for more. He drained me. 

Drained dry, cock needing a rest. I looked around me. 

Ralph had moved to Doris and was fucking her as she was still on the table. She had her legs spread and he was giving her his all.

Sandy and the twins were entwined, each sucking at a pussy, connected in a erotic circle. Licking at the cunt in front while getting eaten themselves. Wish I had a camera to get pictures of them, they looked so great. 

Grabbing a cold beer I sat back to watch, too fucked out to do more than just watch. Ralph joined me. "Well, what do you think about our new neighbors? Aren't they great, and the twins are fantastic." 

Flying home the next day wondering how much I should tell Sally.