12 comments/ 64314 views/ 15 favorites Little Black Ball Ch. 01 By: Seurat *Author's note. I am in the process of editing and rewriting a number of stories from my collection, as well as editing those of a few other authors. I hope that you enjoy the tidbits that I am able to throw at you until the first flood of fiction hits, and then I can only hope you don't hit back. In the meantime, here is a little something to hold you over. The story is in two parts, though there is little character relationship between the two halves. If there is any demand, from readers or my muse, then there will be further chapters. Parts 1 and 2 are being submitted on the same day. Pt. 1: His point of view Gary Davidson, a mid-level salesman for a semi-successful east coast company, sat in his first class seat and looked outside at the starry night. He had never been in first class before; lack of travelers on the Wednesday night flight had allowed the airlines to offer upgrades on the cheap, and he had decided to splurge. It wasn't because Gary thought he had clinched the sale, even after a week of trying, but he had secured something much more important. And an upgrade to first class was just the type of celebration he needed to start his new life. The flight attendant saw that he was one of the only one awake in first class, and offered him a drink and some small talk to while away the time. But Gary was lost in his own world, and she soon moved on. In his hand he held a golf ball sized blob of black rubber. It was shiny and malleable, and could be stretched very thin if need be. He watched as his hand flattened the ball into a pancake shape, then extended it as he pushed his thumb through the center. The mass was warm to the touch, and held the shape for a minute, until Gary though about it as a ball again and it changed back. It had been the best thing about the trip, and was going to change things forever. It was a gift from a wizened old man. Instead of spending his entire time pitching his sales proposal, Daryl and a number of other American's found themselves assisting in disaster relief in a small village along the coast. Daryl and the woman across the aisle, Susan Small, had saved the old man from a collapsed house. In return, he told them a story of his people's gods. Good deeds, such as saving his life, were to be rewarded. It was up to the old man to provide them with something that would give them an answer to solve the problems in their lives. He took his hands and held each of their faces, in turn, and looked through their eyes deep into their souls to where their innermost secrets lay hid. Too each he gave a small black ball, about the size of a golf ball, and then explained how to use them. Both Gary and Susan were appalled by what the man said but, when the time came to depart, neither left without the ball. They never spoke to each other again, but held each other's secrets in a bond that would last the rest of their lives. The redeye flight from South America was due in to Philadelphia at 7:30 a.m., but a little weather front over the Carolinas delayed the flight a bit. Gary woke to the gentle prodding of the flight attendant as they approached the airport. He knew that whether he was on time, early, or late, his wife would have some excuse not to pick him up at the airport. He checked his voice mail and found it to be true once again. She had 'spent the night at her best friend's house and wouldn't be able to make it in time', so he would have to take a taxi home. Best friend. So that is what she is referring to Jeanie as now. Their one time accountant was now her 'best friend'. That mother fucking dyke, that mass of female sexual energy wrapped in a stripper queen's body, that home wrecker, was now her 'best friend'. He hated that term with a passion. For a moment he felt the bile rise in his stomach again, then calmed it when he thought of the little black ball. There was a still a chance for him and Elaine, however slight it may be. He hadn't given her any indication that he knew of her affair, so they might be able to repair the damage if he could do something about Jeanie. The black ball would make it all good again. It would take away the pain. One way or the other, it would take away the pain. * * * * * * * * * * Elaine rolled over and snuggled in close to her lover. She basked in the smell of Jeanie, the touch of her skin, the way her hair glimmered in the morning sun. With great effort she forced herself away from the woman still sleeping in the bed, and headed for the shower. *He* would be home today, and she would have to return to her facade of dutiful wife and homemaker. It would only be for a little while, days at the most, before she could leave all that behind her. It could be her and Jeanie, and no more Gary, and life would be perfect. Hell, life had been good while he was away on his business trips. But he always had to come back. Well, this time it would be her that left, and she wouldn't have to worry about him coming home ever again. Jeanie flicked her eyes open and watched Elaine cross into the bathroom. Elaine was such a gentle lover; passionate when allowed or directed to be. The perfect submissive in the real world. And Jeanie was the perfect dominant. Internet fantasies aside, dominant and submissive relationships were about willing sacrifices on the part of both partners. The male dream world of women in leather had been concocted to allow women to express an in-command part of their nature, but the costuming was not needed. Although the clothing could sometimes play a part, Jeanie had to admit, and she had used it on occasion to great effect. But it was nothing more than a spice to the main course. If it became the focus, then the relationship had changed for the worse. Still, restraint could be a lot of fun, and Jeanie played with the idea of dressing up like an online dominatrix and commanding Elaine to be her pleasure slave. Yes, that idea had definite possibilities, just not for this morning. She had done it before; the leather, the ropes, the strap on dildoes. They both enjoyed that part, though Elaine was on the receiving end far more often than Jeanie. There were things to do today, for both her and Elaine, things they needed to do in order to get rid of that cock Gary and get on with their lives. On second thought, maybe a little restraint would be appropriate later on. * * * * * * * * * * Elaine paused for just a moment, reluctant to get out of the car. Once, she had loved Gary. Or rather, had been in love with Gary. She still loved him, she just wasn't in love with him. That part of her life was now filled with Jeanie. Jeanie, with the magic hands that knew where to touch her and how hard or soft or slow or fast, the tongue that seemed to act on its own, the body and strength that could command and comfort. Sometimes, the pair of them would spread a blanket out in front of the fireplace, and explore each other until they were making soft, gentle, beautiful love. Other times, Jeanine would play the role of sadistic dominatrix, and ravish and punish slave Elaine repeatedly with her variety of strap-on dildoes. Elaine lost her self in the thoughts for a moment, then recommitted herself to what she had to do. Jeanie was a sexual dynamo, a force of nature to be reckoned with. She knew Gary would be inside, waiting. He probably took the day off from work to be with her. He would have lunch ready, most likely from her favorite Chinese restaurant. Flowers; she liked roses this time of year, and he knew it. And then some gift from whatever place he had just come back from. They would eat, make some small talk, and then make love. Her heart was no longer in it; he would go about his business, and she would fake an orgasm or two so that he didn't feel that he left her unsatisfied. Predictability had been one of the reasons Elaine had begun seeing Jeanie. Jeanie was uplifting and exciting, where Gary was a stolid anchor that was now dragging her down. He didn't like to travel, he said, as it took him away from her. He was right. His travels took him out her life long enough for Jeanie to fill the void. The apartment was warm when she entered, and she could tell he was there before she even saw him. The apartment had become more and more her domain during his absences, although she wasn't there often herself. She could smell his cologne in the air. On the dining room table was the Chinese food, as well as two lit candles and the prerequisite roses. "Honey?" she called. He came out from the bedroom and greeted her with a hug and a kiss. "I'm glad you're home. I thought something had happened." "Oh, I left you a voice mail. I stayed at Jeanie's last night. She is redecorating the downstairs and needed help painting the living room. I told her I would be back this afternoon. I hope you don't mind." His face blanked. "I thought you were staying home - I've been gone for a week. Seven long days away from you." He kissed her again, and smiled as best he could. "I had some things planned for us." "Honey, you know the way she is. Very persuasive when she needs to be, and besides, you'll have me for the whole weekend. I promise, I'll make it up to you." she said coyly. The look that had once melted his heart and given him instant erections now just turned his stomach, but he didn't let it show on his face. He pulled her tighter. "Then maybe we could do something right now to tide me over until then." With that, he swung her into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. Oh, he knew how Jeanie was, alright. He knew how persuasive she could be. Auburn hair, usually tied up in a pony tail even at the most somber of occasions. Eyes the color of sapphire. And a body that...well, a body that could get bring the dead back to life, in a manner of speaking. All controlled by the brain of the hottest lesbian this side of the Mississippi. As much as Gary had grown to hate her and that knowing smile of hers, he lusted after her. As did almost every man she met. And she used it to her advantage every chance she got. Gary was rough and wild with Elaine, like a man possessed. She orgasmed at least twice, he thought, or at least put on a good show for him. He wasn't thinking about her at all, really. He imagined he was fucking Jeanie, and all the hurt and lust and hate he felt for the two women was pounded into the space between Elaine's legs. She was so caught up in the moment (or rather, uncaring and desirous of ending the encounter) that she did not notice the small, black golf ball shaped object that Gary had pushed into her vagina just ahead of his cock. After twenty minutes of the most vigorous sex he had ever had, Gary orgasmed deep within his wife. The session had been nothing special or spectacular. Just two people intimate with each other; two people that were just going through the motions. But when he withdrew, it was only his own flesh that pulled from her; the black ball remained. * * * * * * * * * * Jeanie stopped at the small store on the south end of the city. She wanted to get Elaine a new gift, to celebrate the evenings festivities. Almost all of her important toys and clothing were packed and on the cruise ship already, as were Elaine's. In reality, they were taking very little compared to what they had; they would buy whatever they need when they got to the islands. Jeanie's eyes washed over the shelves of sex toys, and looked for the perfect accessory to tonight's outfit. On the first night they had consummated their relationship, she had taken Elaine's lesbian virginity with a strap-on. From their prior conversations, Elaine had let slip bits and pieces of her sex life with Gary. Jeanie made sure that the dildo she picked out today was bigger than Gary's cock, so that from that point on she would always be bigger in that department. A little thing in reality, and one which didn't really matter much, but it was a heavily psychological one. The night Jeanie made her move, she had gotten Elaine a bit drunk. The house was warm, Elaine got woozy, and Jeanie took advantage of each and every crack in Elaine's defenses. She set the house temperature higher when she couldn't be seen, and slowly convinced her employer that shedding a piece of clothing here and there would make them more comfortable. Jeanie had a a way about her, a confidence, a sexually predatory nature that drew men and women alike to her and which made her naturally dominant. Subtle suggestions and outright proposals soon had Elaine drunk with wine and desire. In no time at all they were naked on the floor in front of the fireplace, talking about men and their selfish sexual attitudes. Every slip, every hesitation, every doubt that Elaine had about her sexual relationship with Gary was exploited by Jeanie. Subtle touches here, a comforting hug there, a little more wine, and Elaine was well on her way to be seduced by the beautiful and sexy Jeanie. She knew how to touch Elaine, how to kiss her, how to break past the barriers and worm her way into Elaine's soul. It was so easy that Jeanie almost regretted doing it. Almost. Okay, not at all. That first night in bed, Jeanie kept Elaine on the edge of sexual ecstasy, and never allowed her lover to come down off the orgasmic high once she entered. By the time Jeanie brought out the strap-on harness, Elaine would have given over her wedding vows to anybody that could satisfy her lust. Jeanie made her suck it first, then she fucked her pussy and her ass. She made Elaine beg for sex by using her tongue and the dildo on the blonde, until Elaine was so deep in the sexual haze that she couldn't bring herself back out. Then Jeanie fucked her some more and made the one night experience a weekend that cemented their new relationship. Great thing about dildoes, Jeanie thought, is they never go soft. Gary could never compete with that. Jeanie's mind snapped back to the present moment, and walked the floor of the shop, looking for a new delight. It would have to be bigger and better than anything they had used. She saw it on the top shelf: long and thick and white as snow, with small bumps all over the shaft, and a set off large balls to help hold it in the harness. Elaine would submit once again to Jeanie, and become Jeanie's submissive lover for all time. Her sex slave. Her lesbian bitch in heat. And this time, Gary would witness it all. * * * * * * * * * * Jeanie greeted a visibly shaken Elaine at the door to her modest townhouse with a quick kiss, then ushered her inside. She poured two cups off coffee, and offered one to Elaine as they sat at the kitchen table. "He's back, and he knows," Elaine said in a low tone. Jeanie took a sip and watched her lover. "Why, did he say something?" "No, it was the way he acted. Cold, aloof. But determined. Like he knows everything, but is just going through the motions until something happens. We made love, no, that's not right - he fucked me this morning. He was like a man possessed. Not like the Gary I knew." "I think you're overreacting, pet, but we did plan for this eventuality. Maybe we just push up the timeline. You said he wanted to have dinner with you tonight? Well, how about this. You and I give him his dinner, maybe get him a little drunk and relaxed, and then explain everything to him. We can't keep this a secret forever, you know." "I know. It's just that, well, I feel I owe him a little more. We are married, and I was in love with him. Once." Jeanie put her hand on Elaine's leg. It was time for the soft approach. "But you aren't anymore. That part of the relationship is gone. The marriage is nothing more than a piece of paper, pet, and it's time you moved on and grew to the person you can be." "I know, I know, you don't have to lecture me on that anymore. Tonight it is, then. We'll have dinner and drinks, and then explain everything to him." Elaine glanced at her watch. "Crap - I didn't know how late it was. I have to run if I am going to get everything ready for tonight!" Elaine gave Jeanie a long, lingering kiss, then rushed out the front door. Jeanie watched her drive away before closing the front door, then headed downstairs into the 'playroom'. She grabbed the last duffle bag from storage and began stuffing the only remaining items in to it: manacles for the bed, some leather fetish clothing, a few vibrators, a paddle, a crop, and her new favorite strap-on dildo 'Ivory'. She hauled the bag upstairs, went to the bathroom, and rifled the medicine cabinet for a long unused prescription. Tonight, she would take Elaine from Gary completely, and he would be helpless to prevent her. * * * * * * * * * * Elaine returned to the apartment and realized she wouldn't have the time she needed to cook dinner. Ironic, she thought, that their last meal was going to be takeout. The least she could do was give him that: his favorite was Italian. She picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello, Tommy's. Vinnie speaking. What can I do for you?" "Vinnie? This is Elaine Davidson. I'm in the mood for Italian tonight. I was wondering if you could send over lasagna for three." "Salad and breadsticks, Mrs. Davidson?" "Yes, Vinnie, and a bottle of wine, if you would. Something sweet. I'll need it for six." "Sure thing, Mrs Daividson. Six it is." * * * * * * * * * Gary looked in amusement at the stack of financial statements on his desk. As much as he hated her, he had to admit that Jeanie was good. In the beginning, as their accountant, she had always invested wisely for the couple. But early in her employment he had found a couple of pages shuffled in some other papers on Elaine's desk. Since that time, a friend at the agency Jeanie worked at made sure he got duplicates to a p.o. box Gary opened to keep track of business matters. On rare occasions, like this afternoon, his friend would email copies of the documents if the need was drastic enough. Slowly but surely, all the money the couple had earned and invested was discreetly funneled into offshore accounts in Elaine's name only. Jeanie had then rolled over their money into her own accounts, as well as money she had been skimming from other customers. The two of them had quite a nest egg squirreled away. Unfortunately, it was all in Jeanie's name. A recent flurry of activity over the past week (while he was out of town) plus some last minute account movements that afternoon all but confirmed his suspicions that they were just about ready to make the break. Everything they owned had been liquidated. The house in the city was sold and the new owners would take possession at the end of the month. He wondered when she was going to tell him. The money from the sale of their beach house on Cape May, all of their stocks, bonds, and even their personal 401Ks, all now resided in Jeanie's accounts.. The credit cards were all in his name, but Elaine had maxed each and every one of them with cash withdrawals. Hell, his wife had even taken out loans against his car. The only recent purchases of note were two tickets on a cruise ship to the British Virgin Islands. One way. Gary buzzed his secretary. "Joanna? I've got a bit of jetlag. Am I still clear for the week? I think I am going to take some downtime." "Yes sir, you're good. I'll let the men upstairs know. They were a little surprised you were in this afternoon, but everybody knows your attention to detail, so they figured you would be in for at least a little bit. Have a good day; I hope you are feeling better." "Thanks, Joanna. Have a good weekend." Gary grabbed his jacket and briefcase and slipped out the back door. * * * * * * * * * Elaine was elusive when they sat at the dinner table. It was set for three, and Gary wanted to know who would be intruding on their first night together. She finally gave in. "I invited Jeanine. She has some things she wants to discuss with us, and I thought dinner would be a good time." Little Black Ball Ch. 01 "Damn it, Elaine, it's always about Jeanie anymore. I'm beginning to think..." He complained, when the doorbell rang, cutting off his sentence. Elaine touched him briefly in resignation, and went to let Jeanie in. Behind her stood a young Italian man bearing their dinner. Jeanie strolled past Elaine and gave her a perfunctory air kiss in greeting, then moved to the side as Elaine paid for the food. The young man at the door greeted the married couple with a smile. "Hi, Mrs. Davidson. Mr. Davidson." Despite the cordial hellos, the man was blatantly staring at Jeanie. "Hi, Anthony" said Elaine, as she slipped him a fifty and took the food and wine, "thanks for being such a dear." "You're welc.." he said, as Jeanie closed the door in his face. It was no wonder that Anthony had been distracted. She was stunning. A tight red leather dress and white leather boots, makeup to match, and auburn hair perfect in the ever-present ponytail. Daryl felt his lust (and his prick) rise at the site until the reality of it all brought him back to earth. Her attire was all part of the big kiss-off brought him to earth. He fought to retain his civility, despite that fact that he knew they were going to drop a bombshell on him sometime tonight. "Hi, Jeanie, long time no see. How's things?" She dropped her large bag on the couch, and gave him a smile that turned his stomach. "Good, good. I need you to, well, I need to make some serious decisions tonight. I am ninety-nine percent sure of what I want to do for you and Elaine, but I want you to have the final say." "Sounds important." Gary replied. Once again, he could feel his anger rising with each poisoned word that fell from the viper's mouth. "It is" she said, "Let me get you some wine, and we can get things started while Elaine finishes getting things ready." Gary didn't notice her slip the small vial of white powder from her purse as she walked into the kitchen for the drinks. * * * * * * * * * * Gary's mind was completely fuzzy. He must have drunk a lot more wine than he thought, or the jetlag was hitting him really hard. His eyes felt caked shut, but as he went to rub them he found that his hands were bound to his side. He shook his head to clear the fuzziness, and realization of his position hit home hard. He pried open his eyes and looked around. He was in his bedroom, still clothed and seated in a chair. The lights were off, but his eyes quickly adjusted to the scant light given off by a few candles burning on each of the night tables. What felt like heavy tape secured his legs to the legs of the chair. His arms were bound to his side in a like manner, and his body was taped to the chair. His mouth had tape over it too. The chair was leaning back, which threw his balance off a bit, and must have been secured to the bedroom doorknob. His attempts at moving got him nowhere. He tried getting some type of noise past the gag, but only succeeded in making some loud grunts. How very cliché, he thought. Tied to a chair in his own bedroom. Helpless. From her position of the couch, Jeanie heard the grunts from the bedroom , and took another sip of wine. It was a little sweet for her tastes, but she had picked it specifically to cover the sedatives she had added to Gary's glass. He was out cold two minutes after his first mouthful. Elaine knelt nearly naked before her, her mouth and tongue working diligently on Jeanie's pussy. Jeanie drained the glass, and reluctantly tapped Elaine on the head. "I think your husband is ready now. Shall we introduce him the next stage in his marital relationship?" Elaine pulled herself from between Jeanie's thighs, and nodded meekly. Jeanie reached over to the end table and took the phone off the hook, then patiently waited until the dial tone died. It wouldn't do for them to be disturbed. Even with the courage the wine had given her earlier, Elaine was still unsure about this part of Jeanie's plan. Jeanie called it the 'icing on the cake', but Elaine thought it was nothing more than a sadistic way to punish Gary one last time. More like, 'rubbing salt into the wounds.' She had wanted to leave him on better terms, and this would definitely erase any chance of that. But Jeanie had the lead and at this point all Elaine could do was follow. Gary watched mutely as his wife, the woman that had once made his life worth living, walked past him and climbed onto their bed. She was clad only in the flimsiest of white lace lingerie. A soft, silken top framed her breasts, and the skimpiest of G-strings barely managed to cover her shaved pussy. Her makeup and hair were perfect down to the last detail, with the exception of the shiny love juices still present on her cheeks. It was a look made purely for intimacy, but Gary knew it wasn't meant for him. She sat in the middle of the bad, cross-legged, and stared at him. She finished the wine in her glass, and resolved herself to what need done. "I'm sorry hon, that it has to end this way. I really am. But Jeanie says that if we don't do this, you might hold out some hope that things could go back to how they were, and that will never happen." Gary saw that their were leather cuffs on the bed, with chains attached to the frame. Jeanie walked into the room, past Gary, and then turned to address him. She was still wearing the high heeled white boots, but little else. Well, except for the huge white strap-on that was bobbing up in down in front of her. She put her hands on her hips, those fantastic hips, and gave him that smile that he had grown to absolutely despise. It was the only thing that marred her perfectly sexual body. "It's for your own good, you know. We can't have you thinking you are still any part of Elaine's life." Jeanie turned to Elaine. "Assume your fucking position, Pet." Elaine scooted forward, rested her feet on the box spring and put her ass on the edge of the mattress. She gave Gary one last look, and lay her back on the bed. He thought he saw something in that look; pity perhaps, maybe even regret. He stopped his grunts as he watched Jeanie attach the manacles to his wife's wrists and ankles, making sure there was no slack in any of them. Her hand rested for a moment on the head of her plastic cock, and then she began to stroke it. The entire time, she looked straight at Gary. And the entire time, her face had that same, infuriating smile. "You didn't know she was into bondage, too, did you? Pet just loves to be tied up when she is fucked, but I only do it on special occasions, so that I don't spoil her too much. I usually stuff that sweet little mouth of hers with a ballgag at his point. I never knew anybody so vocal when they orgasmed." That smile again. "I guess you didn't know about that, either." Jeanie stroked the dildo as if it was part of her, in a deliberate imitation of a man masturbating. Fucking Elaine with a strap-on was always more than just a means to achieve orgasm with her lover. She had long ago learned how to achieve orgasm from a strap-on placed over her clit, so that wearing one was beneficial to both their sexual requirements. The plastic dong gave her power that Gary would never have; power no man could have. It was a symbolic representation of who was fucking and who was being fucked, of who was in power, and who had to submit. But for the two women it was different, because it never went soft no matter how many orgasms they had. Jeanie loved the feel of the nubbed and veined dick with its huge ballsack, and lifted herself onto the bed to place the tip of the dildo at Elaine's mouth. "Lick it, Pet. Lick my cock. Make it good and wet for when I slide it in you.." The extra lubrication wasn't needed, she knew. Elaine was already be wet, but this dildo was larger than any she had taken before, so a little extra preparation wouldn't hurt - much. She knew there was going to be some pain on the submissive's part, but she didn't want it to be from abrasion. The bound woman began to fellate the dildo, covering it with as much saliva as she could. "Look at him while you do it" Jeanie ordered. "Show him what he will be missing. Show him that when given a real cock, you don't just kiss it, you worship it." Elaine couldn't help herself, and followed Jeanie's command. She redoubled her efforts, only this time she stared at Gary while she did it. If she had ever shown this much effort in fellating Gary, he would have exploded after a few moments. Jeanie pulled out and moved off the bed again, and Gary's eyes didn't blink as he watched her move around to the foot of the bed. Jeanie moved into position between Elaine's legs, and placed the head of the dildo against the now soaked G-string. She contemptuously pushed it aside with her finger, and began to slowly slide the head of massive white dildo into Elaine's pussy, pushing the phallus in centimeter by centimeter. Elaine's head strained back, and she moaned, "oh god." It felt to Elaine like Jeanie was splitting her open. Jeanie pushed in a little farther, eliciting another groan, then stopped. "Say it, Pet." "God Jeanie, no, not now. Not in front of him. It's too much." Jeanie pushed in a little further, then pulled back out even more. "I said, 'say it'." Elaine briefly strained against the bonds, then looked Jeanie straight in the eye and in a barely audible whisper said, "Fuck me." Jeanie pushed back in as a reward, but no further than she had gone before. "Who should fuck you?" Her voice was louder this time, as she sought to ignore Gary's presence and concentrate on her lover. "You. I want you to fuck me, Jeanie." A moment's pause. "Please!" At that, Gary renewed his attempts at release, and grunted in frustration at the bondage he couldn't break. There were tears in his eyes as he tried to look away from the scene. It was worse than anything he imagined. "I control you, don't I, Pet?" It was rhetorical, but even so, Jeanie asked the question. Her voice was steely and commanding. Elaine wiggled in an attempt to impale herself further on the dildo, but Jeanie retreated. "People in control deserve respect, don't they, Pet? I think you should show your respect before I fuck you." Elaine's desire was starting to get the better of her. She pulled on the restraints again, hoping to get a measure of satisfaction. "C'mon already, Jeanie. I can't take this waiting any longer!" Gary futilely pulled against the tape, and redoubled his vain efforts. Jeanie stood there, her strap-on partially buried between Elaine's now swollen pussy lips. "No, not 'Jeanie'. I want it like in the stories. Call me Mistress Jean." Gary stopped his struggles, and helplessly watched the event play out in front of him. Elaine was panicked. "What the hell, Jeanie? This isn't what we agreed to." "Things change. Agreements change. I'm changing some right now. Say it for me Elaine. Call me Mistress Jean. You've done it before. Do it for me now, Pet." She quickly pushed in a little more. The move took Elaine unaware, and she gasped with surprise and desire. "Okay. Anything." A pause again, and her voice now came across demure and submissive. "I want you to fuck me, Mistress Jean." As she said the last word, Jeanie pushed as much of the dildo into Elaine as she could. "As you wish, Pet." Jeanie began fucking Elaine in earnest, and with each thrust withdrew almost all of the way before she buried the strap-on as deep as she could into the woman. Occasionally she would play with Elaine's clit, massaging the areas directly to either side, before ramming the dildo all the way back in again. Elaine lost focus on what was happening around her and began to enter her orgasm headspace. Her lover knew just how to move, just where to touch, just when to slow down and grind into her. Jeanie leaned in at one point, and said, "He must be enjoying it. I haven't heard a single complaint." In fact, Gary hadn't made a single noise. He was not only helpless, but resigned. And now he just watched and waited. Elaine's hands clenched the covers as her orgasm began, and she let out a low growl. Jeanie quickly pulled out and placed her mouth over Elaine's clit, grinding her chin into the wet pussy while she licked and sucked hard on the little nub. She did exactly what she knew would drive Elaine over the edge. Elaine's climax was so intense that her back arched in the initial throws and she pulled strenuously against the manacles. Jeanie lapped at her pussy and clitoris, alternating at random to maintain Elaine's now hypersensitive state. She paid special attention to Elaine's reactions, driving her further and further into her orgasm headspace. Her eyes were locked on Elaine's face, which was flushed and serene. Elaine's eyes were closed as her mind encompassed the waves of her orgasm. What Jeanie didn't notice, though, was that the lubrication covering the head of the strap-on dildo was now an oily black color, completely opaque and shiny. In fact, all of the liquid that came from Elaine's pussy was the same black, and Jeanie's chin, lips, and tongue were completely covered from her recent oral excursion. It was hard to see it in the dimly lit room, but Gary had specifically looked for it. The black substance began to slowly creep both up the dildo and also across Jeanie's face, sending little tendrils of blackness down the front of her throat and mixing with the sheen of sweat that covered her body. Jeanie stood and watched Elaine, completely unaware of what was happening to her own body. Pleased with herself for the act of domination and cuckoldry, she knew she had had taken Elaine past her previous limits into a new stage of their existence together. She turned and smirked at Gary. "Best lay I ever had," she whispered to him, "I think I'll keep the little slut. She wouldn't be of any use to you now, anyway. Now that I've had her, she would always be thinking of me when you had sex. And so would you." There seemed to be a twinkle in his eye - a tear perhaps? - but he was still unable or unwilling to respond. It was quite the opposite of his earlier reactions, in fact. He was now completely quiet, and his eyes flitted from one female to the other. She tried again to get a rise out of him, and taunted, "Maybe if you had learned to fuck her properly, I wouldn't have been able to steal her away," she grinned. "Thanks." He still didn't take the bait, and simply gave her a bemused look. 'He should screaming in anger!' she thought. 'Is he that much of a pussy?' She ripped the tape off his mouth in an attempt to hurt him as much as possible, to see if he had any final words. He actually had a smile on his face. "I hope you are enjoying this at least a little, because I intend to keep this up all night and I don't want you to be bored. And aren't you lucky to have a first row seat?" He looked at her and just smiled a most evil smile. She spoke louder this time, to an Elaine that wasn't really paying attention. "I'll be right back, Pet. I'm going to get us something to drink." She headed out of the room for the kitchen, and Gary sat and stared at his cuckolding wife. Elaine lay on the bed with her eyes closed. An occasional orgasmic aftershock would ripple across her body. In this state, any stimulation would be too much for her, and both her and Jeanie knew it. She wasn't like the women in the books who had orgasm after orgasm. She usually built and built to one huge explosive force, then simply enjoyed the aftershocks as she came down from the rush. Her body still felt empty from when Jeanie pulled out; the sensation of being tied down while filled by the huge dildo had overwhelmed her, but other than that she felt very warm and content. After a few moments, she slit open her eyes to look at her former lover and husband. Gary noticed and spoke in a calm, restrained voice. "Is this the way you want it? You are leaving me for her, destroying everything we had in the process?" "Oh Gary. I never meant for this happen, it just did. But I love Jeanie like I have never loved anybody before, not even you. She's like a tornado, a sexual tornado, and she swept me up. I'm sorry if you are hurt by it, but with her, there isn't room for anybody else. You can no longer part of my life; I don't think -no- I don't know what I would do with you. I didn't want it to end this way, but what's done is done. I still have feelings for you, Gary, I really do. I...I hope you can move on." Gary shifted the chair a little, the best he could, and looked out the doorway to see if Jeanie was returning yet. He spat the words back at her, "'Move on'? You have hurt me like nobody in my life has ever hurt me. But we can still have something, Elaine, but this is your last chance. As soon as Jeanie comes back, our relationship will change forever. You need to decide now what that relationship will be. If you don't come back to me, you will live the rest of your life regretting tonight. All you have to do is tell me you would rather have me than her." Elaine quickly moved from pity to irritation to anger. "Gary, the time for that is long gone. If you hadn't noticed, it's me and Jeanie now, and you aren't part of it." "And the love you felt for me? Gone forever?" She paused. "Yes, Gary." "So tonight was all spite? Just your chance to make me hurt all the more? Insult to injury? She's that good at rocking your world, isn't she?" Elaine remembered thinking about it like that once, briefly, but Jeanie had put another spin on it. It wasn't meant to be that way, she thought, but it certainly looked that way. She couldn't answer him. She didn't have to. They both knew the answer to all three questions was an emphatic 'yes.' "Well then, Elaine, for what it's worth, I forgive you." Elaine thought it odd that he would even say something like that. How could any man, any husband, forgive his wife after seeing what he had just seen? Was he really the wimp Jeanie had made him out to be? He continued, "But I won't let you get away with it. There is a price to pay for your actions; your's and Jeanie's. And that price will be ten times ten more than it was worth to you. I assure you." Elaine thought she saw where his threat was going. "We have enough money to get away from you, Gary, and I won't ever have to deal with you again." Even as she said it, Elaine could tell what she had done was more than just speaking the words. Gary's face changed. In fact, his whole body posture changed, restrained as it was. It was if she had killed off a part of him, the part that held out for the impossible reconciliation. Just a moment ago, she had seen something of the love she had seen in his eyes the day they married. Now it was gone, and his eyes were cold and hard. When he spoke, his voice was emotionless. "So be it, Elaine. Consider our marriage over. Now we move on." Elaine was surprised at this. In the time since Jeanie had fucked her in front of him, he had grown very calm, sedate in fact. She tried but detected no anger, no underlying currents of revenge or hatred. "It...It's not up to you, anymore, Gary. Jeanie and I are leaving tonight. We'll call the neighbors tomorrow and have them release you, but by then we will be out of your life forever. Can't you see that, and just let it be?" His look was starting to scare her. It was as if he had known all along it would come to this, and had prepared himself for this moment. It wasn't like him at all, and she could feel fear begin to take hold in her stomach. He was up to something. It was then that Elaine felt the ache of restraint in her muscles. Being shackled for so long, combined with the strain of her orgasm, made her muscles hurt. What was taking Jeanie so long? As if in answer to her unasked question, there came from the kitchen the noise of a glass breaking as it hit the floor. She called out, "Jeanie?! Are you alright?" Gary turned and looked at the door, as if he had been waiting for that moment. Little Black Ball Ch. 01 There was a silent pause, and Gary turned back and smiled a most sinister smile at Elaine. "No, I don't think she is, Elaine. I told you there was a choice you had to make. Now I have to make a choice: you or Jeanie. After seeing your little show tonight, I now know that she is a lot more...exciting in bed. And I will need, no, I want a companion like that on the cruise." He called out, "Jeanie?" There was no response. Elaine started to panic. He sheepishly looked at Elaine for a moment. "Sorry, I forgot. Mistress Jean! Could you come back in here please?" A moment later there was a noise at the bedroom door, and the light flickered on as Jeanie inadvertently hit the switch as she fumbled along the wall for support. Her body twisted against her will, and she stumbled over to the bedpost. She lifted her head up and looked at Elaine with eyes wide in terror. Her mouth was opened in a soundless scream, and a thick black fluid gurgled out. Jeanie's tongue, teeth, lips and indeed the entirety of her mouth were a deep shiny black, as if painted with the darkest of latexes. The blackness covered her chin and throat, and moved down her chest and across her shoulders and arms as if with a life of its own. Her eyes pleaded to Elaine, and her mouth formed the words, 'help me', but no sound came out. Elaine unknowingly help her breath in horror, but couldn't speak. The large strap-on dildo was also completely black, and the liquid covered her from hips to almost the tops of the boots. The straps that held the dildo fell to the carpet, but the dildo remained in place. Jeanie now seemed unable to move anything more than her arms and hands, and as the black substance spread across her elbows, forearms and then wrists, her movement stopped completely. Elaine watched, horrified, as her lover was completely swallowed up by the living black liquid. The last part of her flesh to be covered by the black oil was the top of her head. As it moved up the back of her head, Jeanie's auburn ponytail changed to a shiny pitch black, but remained thick and full as before. At the last, only Jeanie's clear blue eyes remained, She stared at Elaine in a silent plea for help. Then the pupils dilated even more for just a moment before the blackness forced the lids shut. Her body twitched in place a few times before going completely still. Where just a minute before had stood her lover, there was now a shiny black statue, a grotesque black phallus jutting from it's front, with it's arms pulled slightly to its sides. The eyelids fluttered open, and Elaine could still the beautiful blue of Jeanie's eyes. They opened wide in terror and stared at the woman tied to the bed. After a moment, they darkened to a pitch black, and a smile washed over Jeanie's face as she looked at her former lover. Shiny black lips pulled back in a predatory grimace to reveal shiny black teeth. Elaine tried to move, but found herself still restrained. She stared slack-jawed at the black figure. "Jeanie! Jeanie! What...what's going on?! Gary, do something!" "I intend to." He looked at the black figure. "You, Mistress Jean, release me." The shiny black form quickly moved over and removed the tape from Gary's body. "Oh my god, Gary. You did this to her! How? Why?!" Elaine started to hyperventilate. "What did you do to her?!" "Me? Nothing. You did most of this." Jeanie pulled the last of the tape from Gary's legs, and he got up. "I will admit I planted the seed in you this afternoon, and I gave it some semen to nourish it, but it was your orgasm tonight that brought it to life." He gestured at the black figure. "Now she prefers semen, my semen, to your juices. And she will do anything I want to get it. Including the use of that perverted little mind of hers." Elaine started to weep as the emotion and the impossibility of the situation caught up with her. "How? Why?" "With love comes jealousy, Elaine, and I was jealous. I loved you with everything I had, and you crushed that love because of her. All I had left was jealousy. I wanted to see what she could give you that I couldn't. Now I am going to see what she can give me that you wouldn't. And believe me, her sole goal in life now is to make me happy." Elaine sucked in air between sobs, and tried to gather the energy to scream, but was still too overwhelmed by the entire situation. Gary caressed Jeanie's arm. "I think something a little more normal will be needed, Jean." A ripple cascaded over her body, and the skin returned to it's normal flesh color. Her eyes and hair remained a raven black. The black phallus, which had remained, shrank until it was no larger than a golf ball, which popped free from her abdomen and fell to the floor. Gary picked it up, rolled it between his fingers for a moment, and placed it in his pocket. He looked back at Elaine, "What was it she called you? 'Pet'? I think I like that. Come along, Pet, you better get dressed. We have a cruise ship to catch." Jeanie gathered her clothes and proceeded to put them back on. The entire situation slammed down on top of Elaine like a ton of bricks. She had just lost her husband, her lover, and every mote of physical comfort she and her husband had worked so hard to achieve. She broke from her sobbing for a moment. "Gary...what about me?" Gary was busy stuffing clothes into a suitcase. "Well, Elaine, what were you going to do with me? You had stripped me of my wealth, my dignity, and my best friend and lover. You destroyed my life. I think it only fair that I....let you go free!" "You bastard!" she cut it in, having expected him to say something completely different. "You...you'll let me go free?" Jeanie spoke, "Gary, I'm ready whenever you are." "Be a dear and take my bags down to the car. I'll be right there." He watched as her hips swayed as she walked out of the room. God, but he loved those legs. Jeanie called back, "Okay, but not too long. If you are a bad boy and keep me waiting, I might have to spank you." She licked her lips with that last comment, and Gary felt his cock twitch at the thought. Elaine watched, dumbstruck, but as her husband turned to her, she renewed her efforts at getting out of the manacles. "You're fucking insane, you know that! Let me out of here!" "Oh yeah, sorry. I was distracted there for a moment. I'm looking forward to my time with her. II think I could spend the rest of my life just getting used to the pleasure's she will provide." Gary walked over and freed Elaine's left arm, then quickly moved out of the way as she undid the rest of the restraints. Once free, she rolled to the side of the bed furthest from him. "Don't you dare touch me again, either of you! I'm calling the police - they'll stop you!" Elaine grabbed the phone from the nightstand, but there was no dial tone. She remembered that Jeanie had taken the phone off the hook earlier, and reconsidered her options. Gary grinned and backed out of the bedroom, just to make sure she didn't do anything while his back was turned.. Elaine screamed "I'm leaving now, and don't either of you try to stop me!" Gary stepped aside to let her pass, and Jeanie followed his lead. "Sure thing, Elaine. I don't think you're going to go anywhere, though. You see, right now, deep inside that wet little pussy of yours, there is something growing. A cancer of sorts, that is infecting every one of your organs. The only way to keep it from killing you is to feed it,. And unless you feed it regularly, it's going to do things to you that I could never effectively describe." Elaine fell back against the wall and looked at him in horror. "Feed it?" She knew the answer to the unasked question. "Yes, exactly. You'll need to feed it every few days. And it likes variety; something, er, somebody different. You couldn't repeat, anyway; semen is only the appetizer for it's meals now. Once you've had somebody, they'll be of no use to anybody else. Ever." "You *are* insane, you know that?! You're not going to get away with this! I won't let you!" "'Going to get away with this'? Elaine, I am already 'gone'." Jean picked up the bags and held the front door as Gary walked out, then she turned and blew her former girlfriend a kiss. Her ruby red lips pealed back to reveal that perfectly infuriating smile as she said with a hint of sarcasm, "Goodbye, Pet" and shut the door. Elaine almost made it to the door when the pain hit. They felt like menstrual cramps but worse, and within moments she was doubled up on the floor. Her hand reached out to the phone and reset it, and then started to dial nine-one-one but stopped. Her body was starting to ache now, but not with pain. Instead there was longing. Craving. A new kind of hunger. With that hunger, Elaine also felt a change in her thinking, just as Jeanie must have felt a little while ago. Her life would be different now. She needed to survive, regardless of the cost or deed. Her mind responded to the needs of her body, and she found herself hitting the redial button. "Hello, Tommy's. Vinnie speaking. What can I do for you?" "Vinnie, this is Elaine Davidson. I...I'm still hungry for Italian. Um, I'm going to need another lasagna. And Vinnie? Could you make sure Anthony delivers it? I forgot to give him a tip earlier, and I want to make it up to him." "Sure thing Mrs. Davidson." *End* Little Black Ball Ch. 02 *Author's note. I am in the process of editing and rewriting a number of stories from my collection, as well as editing those of a few other authors. I hope that you enjoy the tidbits that I am able to throw at you until the first flood of fiction hits, and then I can only hope you don't hit back. In the meantime, here is a little something to hold you over. The story is in two parts, though there is little character relationship between the two halves. If there is any demand, from readers or my muse, then there will be further chapters. Parts 1 and 2 are being submitted on the same day. The little black ball pt 2: Her point of view, by Seurat This will not make very much sense unless you have read part 1. Susan Small, a mid-level saleswoman for a not so successful east coast company, sat in her first class seat and stared at her hands. Cupped inside was a little black sphere, about the size of a golf ball. Across the aisle sat a not-unattractive man that she had gotten to know very well over the past week. He was just as lost in his thoughts as she was in hers, and it was better that they stayed apart while they figured out what their future would hold. As the storyteller, at this point I would say 'It's not what you think', but I know better. You have, by now, read about Gary, the man in the other seat. You know what Gary will do when he gets off the plane, at least as far as the little black ball is concerned. You know that these two are not lovers, and that when the plane lands, they will go their separate ways. This is the tale of what Susan did with her gift of a little black ball. If the story sounds a little familiar to the first, it's because the parallels in Susan and Gary's situations are what brought them to that episode in their lives. * * * * * * * * * * When Susan's plane arrived in Philadelphia, she was not greeted at the gate by a loving family. No kids rushed across the mezzanine screaming, "Mommy! We missed you!". No husband was there to shower her with hugs and kisses and take her bags. Susan had no kids, and probably never would unless something drastic changed in her life. Heck, she was married, but most times it didn't feel like she had a husband. Daryl was on a trip of his own, to San Francisco or L.A. or some such place on the far side of the country. He would be home later that same day, but only for a few nights before he had to jet away once again. She could wait and share a taxi, but they both knew that exhaustion was a major factor in their lives for the next few days. Waiting in an airport wouldn't do either of them any good. Susan's trip home was a blur, and before she new it, she was sitting in the study of their small South Philly row house. She held in her hand a memory card her husband had 'lost' just a month ago. In reality, she had confiscated it in a moment of clarity. She had used his camera to take a few pictures of damage done to their car while it was parked outside, and when she went to download them, she had an epiphany of sorts. Some spouses discover their mates infidelity through hints and subtleties; a misplaced word, a caller identification not erased, a hotel matchbook or credit charge that just doesn't seem right. Others experience the cold rush of ice water in the face when they walk in the bedroom after coming home early, only to find their loved ones professing their lust to another. That was the type of epiphany Susan had. Three pictures had not been deleted from the camera card. Somehow, someway, Daryl's last trip, to the cold and rainy city of Seattle, Washington, had included a beach and lots of sunshine. Susan had no doubt that he was nowhere near Seattle, at least from what she could see in the pictures. Unless palm trees had suddenly started growing in the great Northwest. He must have had it planned long in advance, she thought, as he started sessions in the tanning booth a month before the trip so that any extra skin color could be easily explained away. The pictures weren't too graphic. They didn't need to be. The first was of a beautiful blonde woman, leaning on the railing of a balcony overlooking a beach. She was stunning, in Susan's mind, in her little bikini top and bare bottom. In the foreground of the picture, almost completely unnoticeable if you were looking at the woman and not at the other things in the room, could be seen a left foot with a purpled big toe. The person taking the shot was sitting on a bed, and had almost framed things perfectly, except for the appearance of the foot. She could still see the tape marks from the small splint she had applied before he had left home. It was the toe Daryl had broken just before he left on his trip. Stumbling around in the dark one night on the way to the bathroom, his foot had connected with the bottom of the dresser, and presto! One broken toe. He had thought enough to take the splint off while he was at the beach, so that it's presence wouldn't leave a tan line. The second picture was a reverse shot in a mirror of the same woman. She was dressed to kill in an evening gown, and her makeup was perfect. The picture had been angled to show her in the best possible light, but once again the photographer was just a little off in his composition. On the vanity in front of the mirror Susan could see her husband's shaving kit and his gold watch. The gold watch she had gotten him last Christmas. If she blew up the picture, she could almost make out the engraving. The third picture was the worst, and the most damning. Her loving husband, stretched out in all his naked glory, in a rather compromising position on the hotel bed. His hands were handcuffed above his head, a blindfold was in place, and she could still see the remnants of shaving cream were his pubic hair had been removed. Written in lipstick on his chest were the words, "pussy hound", but he didn't seem to mind. The big grin on his face and the even bigger erection between his legs made it obvious that he wasn't too upset about his new nickname, or his situation. She remembered that he made a point of telling her he had shaved himself in order to add a little spark to their sex life. Susan looked at the pictures again and again, and tried to find some way to explain it away. Daryl had known about the pictures, that was for sure. He just didn't know she had copies. They were at the tail end of a sequence, most likely of his last day he was there. That much could be ascertained by the numbering of the pictures on the card. Susan figured that he had been copying and deleting the pictures, and had somehow missed these last three. The card was secreted away, just in case she could figure out how to undelete the other former pictures. A clean replacement had been put into the camera so that the missing one wouldn't be noticed. For two weeks she watched him for any sign of guilt or shame or further indiscretion, but she saw nothing. Not that it mattered. She shut down the intimacy they once had, claiming sickness, while she figured out what to do and where to go. There was no grand confrontation, with them screaming at one another or things thrown in anger. There was a lot of numbness on her part, though, as the implications of the scenes in the pictures sunk into her thoughts. At first she thought nothing could be worse but the more she thought about things, the worse the situation became. She couldn't stand to be around him at all, and he acted completely innocent. His life went on in blissful ignorance of her turmoil, while everything he did or said had implications in her life. Was he still seeing this woman? Was she better than Susan as a lover or a friend? She was certainly more attractive, and the little bondage scene was something that Susan would never have thought of in all their time together. Was it a one off event, or was he even now plotting time for this other woman? Would Susan be thrown out of her own house to be replaced by a new and improved model wife? She couldn't confront him yet, not without a plan of action. Her upcoming trip would give her time away, time to think. A revenge fuck with a total stranger? No, that wouldn't fix things, and it wasn't in her personality. He wouldn't care, probably. He already had somebody else. She would need something to make her feel empowered in the situation. Something to put her back in control. Slowly, the love she had for her husband changed to contempt, and then outright hatred. Then she went to South America and her world came apart as the rest of her life was thrown into complete turmoil. This time, she got an answer for her questions. She got her little black ball. * * * * * * * * * When Daryl got back to the house, he was bushed. When his travel was all work, he found that the lack of 'relaxation' sessions with Sonja drained his energy completely. He stumbled into the house, ready for the comfort of a night in his own bed. He dropped is cases in the foyer - nothing there that need to be taken care of tonight. The house smelled sweet, like perfume. His wife's perfume. He recognized the trick; a few drops on the bulb of a lit lamp, and the scent would fill the house. He knew the routine, too, she would leave a glass of wine in the kitchen for him, with some note about coming upstairs, and then would greet him in bed for some love making escapades. He was tired, but not tired enough to pass on one of the rarities when nothing got in the way of their time in bed. The note was on the countertop, and the wine was in the refrigerator. 'I've missed you' it read, 'and need to show you how much I love you'. He started to get an erection at the thought of sex. It wouldn't be the wild 'Sonja' sex he had been enjoying recently, but any loving was good loving. * * * * * * * * * * Daryl lay on top of his wife, spent from the exertion and orgasm. She had been an animal for the first time in a long while; she would bring them both to the brink, but wouldn't allow herself to orgasm and certainly kept him from cumming. Until that last position, the old standby missionary. When he reached the point of no return, she wrapped her legs around him and made sure to wring every last drop out of him. He started to slide his sweat covered body off of her when she wrapped her arms around him in a full body hug. "No, not yet. I'm not done" she whispered into his ear. Daryl smiled. On rare occasions she would grind herself against him, even as his erection flagged, in order to bring herself to one last coital orgasm. Instead of the grind, though, she simply held him. He looked into her face, and found her looking back at him quizzically. That's when he felt it. It started as an itch, as if he had one last spurt left in his deflating cock and it just had to come out. Daryl started to move inside his wife to relieve the feeling, while at the same time he clenched his muscles in an attempt to force the last bit of jism out. The itch got worse. Now it seemed as if he needed to pee. Not a full blown bladder drain, just the 'last shake'. "Hey babe, I need to go relieve myself." He broke free from her hug and started to lift off her, but it felt like his cock was imprisoned inside her. The urge to pee was getting desperate, but Daryl found that he couldn't extract himself from his wife. She wouldn't let him go. His cock was fully erect again, and he could feel something soft and fleshy pressing around the head. It has as if a hand inside her held him tightly. For the first time in his life, he heard his wife laugh an evil laugh. "Problem, love? I thought you liked being in my pussy? Why the rush to leave, especially after what just happened?" "Sue? What the fuck?!" Daryl pushed hard against the bed, and pulled his cock from the strangle hold of Susan's pussy. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Nothing." She propped herself up on her elbows, and watched as he stumbled off to the bathroom. It wasn't the first time that he hadn't given her an orgasm, but this time it was fully intentional on her part. Just as the old man had told her to do: she gave the little black ball life with an orgasm earlier in the day, when she masturbated. Daryl had made it his own when he fed it. Once he was in the bathroom, she grabbed her robe and headed for the kitchen for a drink. There was something odd about the whole encounter. Something wrong. It wasn't until she had reached the refrigerator that she realized that the 'wrongness' was 'right'. She hadn't wiped herself when she got off the bed, and yet nothing had come free from her pussy as she walked away. She laughed to herself, a low, sinister laugh. It had worked. Sue had a moment of regret, a flash of guilt about what she had just done to her husband, but the images from those damn pictures flashed through her mind again and any doubt was irrevocably burned away. She finished her drink, stopped at the hall bath for a quick pee and clean-up, and returned to the bedroom. Daryl had already fallen asleep. She snuggled in on her side of the bed and fell into a contented sleep. The first in a long time. * * * * * * * * * * In the morning, Daryl got up and stumbled again to the bathroom to relieve himself. Sue was gone from the bedroom and, for all he cared, gone from the house. He stared down at his morning erection and realized that peeing was going to be impossible for a while. Knowing he couldn't go made it all the worse, since he had run into the same problem the night before. His bladder felt like it was going to burst. A shave and a hot shower later, and he was still hard as a rock. Even with the added benefit of some shampoo as lubrication, Daryl found that he couldn't bring himself to orgasm. Not for lack of trying - he nearly rubbed himself raw, but just couldn't get himself over the edge. Finally, he gave up, put on some casual clothes for a quick stop at the office, and headed out the door. The first cramps hit him while he was driving through center city. He was on the phone with Sonja at the time when all of a sudden it felt like something stabbed through his bellybutton and twisted around inside him. It was a brief flash of pain at best, but enough that her almost veered into oncoming traffic. Sonja was in a panic. "Forget the office. I'm closer to your place. Can you meet me there?" he gasped out. "Sure, Daryl. Give me few minutes to clean up." Daryl followed the call with one to work, cancelling his return until the following week. By the time he pulled up in front of Sonja's apartment complex, the cramps were coming every one to two minutes. Daryl had broken out in a sweat while driving, and his clothes were now drenched. Sonja greeted him at the door to her apartment wearing nothing but a bra and panties, and he stumbled past her into her bedroom. "Daryl, babe, what's wrong?" The cramps were gaining in intensity. "I don't know. Flu, maybe. Hand me my phone." "Let's get you out of those wet things and into bed. I know just the thing to warm you up." She gave him her sexy smile, and started to strip him. When she pulled off his pants, she was greeted with exactly what she expected - his full on erection. She stripped him of the rest of his clothes, and left them in a pile at the side of the bed as she considered the situation. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, yes, but what made him a man showed no indications of him being ill. "You big fibber - you just wanted a quickie!" She grabbed his prick, and lowered her mouth onto it's head. "I see I'll have to punish you later for being a bad boy, but right now I think I am going to give you a little relief. It looks like wifey-dear didn't give you the welcome home she normally does. Let me show you who really loves you." Her hand guided his engorged cock deep into her mouth and she had just started to swirl her tongue around it when she felt him tense up and explode into her mouth. That was quick, she thought. He really must have been worked up. Instinctively, she began swallowing the load erupting from his cock. Spurt after spurt hit the roof of her mouth or the back of her throat, and she did her best to swallow it all. It was just another one of the things that she would do for him that his wife wouldn't. Daryl flopped back on the bed, then tensed his whole body as the pleasure of the orgasm surpassed the pain of the fading cramps. Sonja, in her incomparable way, had made things better. His orgasm began to subside, but she continued to suck and lick him. It was part of her ritual: she would make sure he was clean and completely limp before she conceded the act was over. As she held him in her mouth, she discarded the bra and panties. Daryl was always quick to recover, and now it was her turn to enjoy. Nobody told his cock that his orgasm from moments ago meant that the sexual act was over, and another blast of semen erupted into her mouth has he orgasmed a second time. Caught by surprise, she let out a muffled 'ung!' as her mouth was again filled with spunk. She swallowed as much as she could, then pulled off as the last few shots landed on her face. "Damn, Daryl, what got into you?" she said, as she reached for a towel to wipe her face. Daryl was passed out on her bed, and didn't respond. "What about me, you fucking shit?" Sonja dropped the towel, and stormed off to the kitchen. She was so upset she didn't notice the black smears on the towel. A third convulsion wracked Daryl Small's prone body, but this time it wasn't an orgasm. In his semi-comatose state, he turned his head and retched a rather large amount of stomach acid and blood onto his clothes at the side of the bed. After a few minutes, he wretched again, and this time it was all blood. He looked blankly at the mess, rolled onto his back, and again passed out. He didn't notice the sounds coming from the kitchen as cramps ripped through Sonja's body, and her muffled screams never reached his ears. * * * * * * * * * * A presence in the room woke Daryl. It was dark outside, and he went from fully asleep to nearly fully awake in a flash. His mind registered things like a checklist: it was dark, so he would need to call Sue with an excuse for not being at home. He was at Sonja's, so he would most likely need a shower to wash her scent from his body. He was alone on the bed and he didn't hear her moving around, so she was either asleep on the couch or had gone out. He was naked, and his muscles felt very weak. Damn, it must be the flu. He could smell the strong scent of bile. And there was somebody else in the room. "Sonja, babe, I don't feel too well. Could you get me some water or something, and my phone?" There was no response from the figure. Daryl slit his eyes open so that he could focus in the waning light. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that the person was his wife. Her voice confirmed the fact. "I'm glad you're finally awake, Daryl. I...I've come to say goodbye." Her voice faltered for an instant, then grew steady. "Sue, baby, you don't understand..." he started. She was calm and resigned. "No, Daryl, I probably don't, and I don't want to. I am past caring, too, if you really want to know. I just thought I owed you some type of farewell." He started to protest, but she held up a hand to stop him. "I'm not going anywhere, Daryl. It's you that is leaving. As of this evening, you are no longer part of my life." "Sue, we can work this out. She means nothing to me." The clichés began to erupt from his mouth as he searched for a way out of the situation. "Don't say that, Daryl. I know she means a lot more to you than I do. And soon, she will be everything to you." With a flourish, Susan pulled back the covers to expose his naked body. He was too weak to resist. He shivered from the sudden exposure, but could do little else. "You look cold, dear. Let me get you something to warm you up." Susan moved through the now darkened room to the foot of the bed, and rubbed some type of lotion onto his feet. A moment later, she started to pull something over his toes and then the heels of his feet, then rubbed the lotion onto his legs. Some type of socks or leggings, he presumed, since he couldn't see what she was doing. She pushed the tight fitting object down and around each of his toes. Little Black Ball Ch. 02 "Sue, babe, what are you doing?" She stopped for a moment. Daryl thought he heard her gag, like she was going to be sick herself. "I'm just dressing you in something to keep you warm until you feel better." She gagged again. He felt the snug covering as she pulled it up over his calves, his knees, and then his thighs. With each new area, she would rub the unseen lotion first, and then every few inches, she would smooth the covering, stretch it this way and that so that there were no wrinkles, and make sure that it was nice and tight. It was very erotic, in a way, and despite his inability to move, Daryl's cock responded on it's own. Sue grasped his now erect member, and seemed to ponder something. She pushed it down flat against his lower abdomen, and continued with her work. After a few minutes, she had worked the covering up to his chest. "Is that a little better, Daryl?" She said it very matter-of-factly, and the fact threw Daryl completely off his suspicions. "Um, yeah. I think I got some type of flu, and I stopped by here when it caught up with me." Daryl was thinking quick now. "I'd done some work with Sonja, and she said I could stop in until I feel better." "I wasn't feeling too well when I got here either. I hope it's not catching. But I won't let a little upset stomach come between me and you. Not when this is our last time together." "Sue, don't say that. Please. It's not what you think." She ignored him, and he went silent again. "Give me your hands, Daryl. This is going to be a little tight, but I'm sure it will stretch out to accommodate you until you get used to it." She pushed each of his hands into some type of glove, made sure his fingers were in nice and tight, and then pulled the sleeves up his arms. He was still to weak to resist her actions. In fact he was feeling even weaker. "Sue? What is this thing?" In the darkness of the room, he still couldn't see what she was doing. Sue deftly rolled him from one side to the other, and pulled the suit up and over his chest. It felt more and more like she was fitting him into some type of wetsuit. "Just something for you to celebrate your new life. A gift from your former wife." By now, everything but his neck and head were covered. A new question popped into his head. It was one he should have thought of right away. "Sue, where is Sonja?" Susan paused for a moment in her efforts. "Sonja and I had a little discussion while you were asleep. She told me all about you, all about the other men she was seeing, and all about her life. It was all very interesting, but unfortunately I forgot to record it. Rest assured that I will be acting on the information though. I think it will be a big help later on." "A big help? How? What did she say? And where is she now?" His voice was getting weaker as he spoke. Susan smeared the thick lotion all over Daryl's head and face. It had a sickly sweet smell that he barely noticed as she pulled the hood of the body suit over Daryl's unresisting head, and he was momentarily in complete darkness. She adjusted things, pulling this way and that, until she had the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears just perfectly aligned. She pressed everything in place one last time, then stood back to observe her workmanship. He opened his eyes again, but the lids were heavy and leaden. "The Sonja you knew is gone, Daryl. But there is a new Sonja." Susan propped his head up on a pillow so that he could see the foot of the bed. She then walked back to the doorway and flipped on the bedroom light switch. Daryl looked down at his body, but it took him just a minute to adjust to the horror. "Your body is too weak to do anything but recover as it adjusts it's new dimensions. Soon enough you'll be able to play with that pussy you like so much, whenever you want. I decided not to leave you your dick, even though you thought it was probably your best feature. Everything else you once had will adopt to your new skin, and you'll be just as beautiful *and functional* as the old Sonja." Daryl let out a high pitched scream as he saw Sonja's body laid out before him. Or rather, as he was laid out in Sonja's body. He followed up his scream with a gasped, "Oh my god." "Too late for prayer, Daryl." "Sue...what did you do to me? What...where is Sonja?" "Why, Sonja had to go, Daryl. You could say that Sonja had a lot of guilt inside her, and it was eating her alive. But she left her body behind for you, and now it's yours. Forever." Susan laughed in a way Daryl had never heard before. It sent a shiver down his spine. "Daryl, scorning another person's love really can bring out the worst in them, and I was really surprised at how easy it was to do all of this once my mind was made up. I never thought I could do what I have done. I am sure I will feel guilty later on, and maybe even sickened at what I did, but right now it all feels good." She picked Sonja's panties off the floor, wadded them into a ball, and unceremoniously stuffed them into her former husband's mouth. He tried to spit them back out, but was now too weak to do even that. Despite not being able to move, Daryl was still able to feel, and the skin that was once his lover was contracting around him, returning to it's normal proportion as his body, inside, adapted to it's new environment. He looked up in horror at Susan. She casually took off a pair of rubber gloves that were covered in a black goo and put them into a small plastic bag. She pulled on a second pair, picked up his blood and vomit stained clothes from the floor next to the bed, and stuffed then into a garbage bag. She made no attempt at cleaning up the blood and vomit that had hit the floor. "Now, as for what happens next. I reported you missing this afternoon, just before I got here, and am now going to head down to the police station to fill out the formal paperwork. I am leaving you with enough cash for you to buy a ticket out of the country, as well as Sonja's identifications. I'm afraid that everything else went down the garbage disposal, including your wallet. I'm leaving you her car keys in the dining room, as well as a packed bag with clothes for your new body. There is an e-ticket on the table for Aruba, first class. If you are lucky, you can be out of the country before the police come knocking. It usually takes about forty eight hours before they start in on an investigation like this, which is about how long it will take for your new body to fully adjust." Susan dumped a bag of fruit and a six pack of water on the bed next to her husband. "You'll need to keep your strength up, so I suggest you ration your food a bit. Moving around is going to be quite impossible until your muscles adapt, and things rearrange inside properly." She picked up Sonja's cel phone from the night stand, and placed in her former husband's hand. With a quick motion, she jerked his limp arm and the cel smashed against the wall. She turned as she walked out. "Yes, I said rearrange. In two days time, when you are strong enough to recover, you will be a nearly fully fledged woman, just like Sonja. I just hope that you are as good at making a living on your on your back as she was." Susan reached over and flicked off the bedroom light. "Goodbye, Daryl." * * * * * * * * * * On her way out of the apartment house, Susan used the spare key she had found for Sonja's car to open the vehicle. She carefully pulled out her husband's blood and vomit soaked clothes, re-rolled them so the still sopping liquid was on the outside, and unceremoniously stuffed them under the passenger seat. She closed and locked the car again, and added the rubber gloves she wore to the first set already in the bag. Inside the bag, the remaining black goo was congealing into a small black ball about the size of a golf ball. * * * * * * * * * * Detective David Marks looked at his notes. The case was coming together nicely and, except for the single glitch of a missing body, would probably get him a commendation for the quickness with which it was solved. He looked over his notes. Less than two days ago, Susan Small reported her husband, Daryl Small, as missing. She stated that he had been somewhat aloof when she returned from a business trip, and the next morning had left for work on time but never made it to the office. Small's car had arrived in a downtown impound lot after being towed for parking beyond allowed duration in front of an apartment complex. Witnesses identified a picture of him as a frequent visitor to a Ms. Sonja Henson, a woman reputed to have many male guests to her residence. Ms. Henson had been picked up en route to the Philadelphia airport during a routine speed check. The officer on the scene discovered a large amount of cash in her purse, a packed travel case, an airplane ticket, and evidence under the front passenger seat which would indicate that Mr. Small had been gravely injured. With that evidence, a judge quickly signed a search warrant for her apartment. Detective Marks was proud to say that he was on the seen when they discovered the blood and bile in the bedroom, as well as the smashed cel phone and the remnants of credit cards and such in the disposal. 'Easy-peasey, lemon squeazey', as his old Sergeant used to say. Small comes over to the mistresses house for a quickie. They strip, have an argument about something (most likely their current situation) and they start by playing dueling banjos with the garbage disposal. It ends up back in the bedroom, where she kills him with instruments unknown. He either suffers trauma to the stomach or (most likely) vomits from the shock and pain of whatever else she had done to him. He grabs her phone to call somebody, having left his in his car, and she smashes it. His body could be anywhere; if they didn't find it quick, there is no telling what would happen to it. Wild dogs, sunk to the bottom of the river, or in some garbage truck on it's way to New Jersey. Marks presumed that she would deal with the clothes in a dumpster at the airport, or maybe just abandon the car with clothing still inside. Either way, lack of clothes on the body would make it more difficult to identify. She had that part down right. Yes, the D.A. would prefer to have a body, but what they had was a lot. Of course, the way Henson was acting, Marks knew that she would be pleading insanity. Or rather, her lawyer would be pleading insanity for her. Reports indicate that Ms. Henson asserted that she was actually Mr. Small, and that she had been changed into Ms. Henson by Daryl Small's wife. Another one for the psych ward. Too bad. She was pretty good looking. Of course, her looks would serve her well in there. The guards liked them pretty and doped up. * End * Little Black Ball Ch. 03 If you haven't read parts one and two, even with all their mistakes, you probably won't understand what's going on. If you've made it through both of those and want a little conclusion, then here you go. Sick stories from a sick mind. You've been warned. Chapter 03 The Oral Revenge Meg watched from the shadowed entry to the changing rooms as her friend lowered herself into the mud bath. Seven days in the Bahamas to be spent with her boyfriend and her best friend. Neither struck Meg as friend' at the moment. She waited until Tara was fully immersed before revealing herself, and Tara looked up with a quick smile. "Hey, Meg. Sorry I'm late. Are you done already?" "Yeah. What kept you? Our appointment was for nine." "Too much to drink with dinner last night. I barely made it back to the room. Which reminds me: what time did you roll in?" "Sometime after midnight. I started talking with these two women from Philly. They were pilgrims, actually." "You didn't convert or anything, did you?" Tara replied with a laugh. She was slowly getting more relaxed with the conversation. Meg didn't suspect a thing. "No, nothing like that. They were on a pilgrimage of penance, making their roundabout way to South America. They had some things to do before leaving the Bahamas." "Sounds interesting. Care to tell me about it?" "Maybe later." Meg straightened her robe, and shoved her hands into the pockets. Her voice was still somewhat chilled. "Brian called while you were doing the limbo last night. He'll be in later this morning." "Yeah, I know." "You know?" "Uh, well, I figured that since he wasn't in last night, he'd be in this morning. It's a shame that he missed the flight." Tara had to change the subject. Talking about Brian reminded her that there was still a good amount of his cum in her. Thoughts about how it got there made her squirm a little. His fingers curled in her hair as he forced her to deepthroat him. It was a demeaning position that she loved and so did he. They would have to do it again, soon. She especially liked it because he lasted longer the second time around. It didn't matter how she did it the first time; he never lasted more than a minute. And after two, he was worthless. He'd rather sleep than give something back. If he could learn some control, he'd be fantastic in the sack. "Tara, I'm only going to ask you this once, and I expect a straight answer. How long has it been going on - you and Brian?" "What do you mean? There's nothing going on between us." Tara was glad she was flushed from the heat of the black mud, or her blush would have given her up. Meg looked at her for a moment. She removed her hand from the pocket of the robe to reveal a black object the size of a golfball. "I was there last night. I came home early, and heard the two of you, and snuck out before I got sick. You were supposed to be my friend. I guess you really are better in bed. Well, I hope you two are happy. It's like you were made for each other. In fact, I think you're perfect for each other." With a contemptuous flip of her hand, the black ball arced through the air and hit the black mud with an audible 'plop'. It immediately disappeared. Tara ignored it. "Meg. Meg!" She called after her departing friend. "It isn't what you think! Meg!" But she was gone. Tara pursed her lips in anger. Brian had been good, but she'd had so many other guys that were better. And it wasn't like there wouldn't be plenty more when he was gone. Why did she have to go after that asshole, especially when it would cost her Meg? And what the hell was that black thing? Tara searched as best she could in the muck, but couldn't find it. ---oooOOOooo--- Brian lay naked on the bed, and let the warm beach air dry his freshly showered body. It had been a little awkward, hiding in Tara's room the way he had, waiting until Meg had left this morning. The whole thing was more than a little exciting. When he got in, he decided to surprise Meg. He caught a cab from the airport and called Tara for their location. Tara had other ideas. Meg was talking to some older women, so she would be occupied for a while. Tara would feign being sick or something and meet him at the room for a little nooky. He could call and say he would be late. That way, whenever it was a good time, he could sneak out of Tara's connecting room and act like he had just gotten there. She'd been an animal that first time, and he came off a little quick. He went down on her briefly at the start of the second but, after he had reached his own climax, was a little too spent to give her the attention she desired. This morning, he lay quietly under the covers until Meg left, then he reached down to wake up Tara with a sleeper's orgasm. She returned the favor with another blowjob, but couldn't consummate a second round because of her mud bath appointment. Tara was a sexual dynamo, and willing to give oral without expecting any in return. "You like being in control too much," she had said. "But you like it even more when I'm in control. Maybe we can send Meg out on an errand, and you can return the favor." "Yeah, but you might need to suck me off again. You get me so worked up, and you are the perfect little cocksucker." Which was just how Brian liked it. Oh, he had no problem going down on a girl if he had to, but even then there had to be certain conditions. She had to be clean; there was no way in hell he was going to taste cum, even if was his own. And she had to deepthroat him. Not just an attempt, either. It had to be a full on skull fuck. Brian had known enough women that were willing to do this to realize who was good and who liked it. Tara was both. She was good in bed, but certainly not the type of girl he would bring home to meet the parents, let alone marry. That was the major difference between the two friends. Meg was the 'marry and settle down' type, while Tara was . . . well, Brian thought, Tara was everything Meg wasn't, especially in bed. Exciting and aggressive, unlike Meg. He liked it in little doses, but Brian knew he could never be tied down to one woman, especially one like Tara. She was a slut, to be used and thrown away. The type of girl a lot of guys slept with, but none would admit to. No, Meg was better. No real sexual experience, so everything he did was the best'. And her naivete meant that he could try anything and it would be new to her. No preconceived notions. And if she wasn't in the mood, she was so trusting and innocent that he could fool around on the side whenever he needed or wanted to. He certainly had more sexual need than she did. A need that had to be relieved often. "Is that for me?" Meg asked. Brian snapped to with a start. He hadn't heard her come in. She was dressed in her morning robe and sandals, and pointed at his half erect member. He moved to cover up. Meg wasn't the type to be in a sexual mood during the day, especially not in the morning. "Hey babe, I just got in. Figured on a shower, and then I would give you a call." "Well, that's sort of moot now, isn't it?" Her voice had an edge to it that he recognized as anger. "Something wrong, honey?" There was the briefest of pauses before she dropped her robe. "Yeah, I've never experienced your tongue between my legs." "But you said you weren't -" "Into oral? Well, let's change that, shall we?" With a deft maneuver, she swung onto the bed and into a sixty-nine position. She settled herself down on his mouth even as her tongue flicked out to lick the head of his cock. His body jumped with the contact. "Jeez, babe, what got into you?" "I thought you liked aggressive women. Now, shut up and put that tongue to a better use." She wiggled down tighter onto his face, grinding her sex onto his open mouth. Even so, Brian spread his legs as she devoted her attention to his now throbbing member. Her fingers alternately stroked his erection, caressed his balls, or teased his inner thighs. Time and time again she would stop just short of bringing him to orgasm, and he would try to thrust deeper into his mouth to find satisfaction. On the third attempt, she slipped a spit-covered finger into his anus as she bucked down onto his tongue. At least, he thought it was her finger. He moaned out at the sudden intrusion. It felt huge and weird and erotic and embarrassing all at the same time. Meg's body began to buck and shiver, and Brian wrapped his arms around her so she couldn't get away from his mouth. Tired as his jaw was, he was going to bring her off if it was the last thing he did. After a few minutes, her shuddering passed and she rolled off him. "Oh my God," she said. "I never knew it would be like that." He smiled at her, pleased with himself. "I'm glad you liked it." "I liked it very much. I will have to do that again, and soon." She got off the bed, and made her way to the bathroom. Her legs seemed very wobbly to her, and she had to steady herself against the wall. "Are you up for finishing what you started?" he called. He could hear her pee, then flush. She came out and started throwing her clothes in a bag. She paused to look at his erection. It was nearly purple. "Poor baby, do you want me to suck you some more? You like it when I suck your dick?" "Yes," he replied. "Then ask nicely." "Uh, I thought I did...Would you please suck me some more?" "It felt good, did it?" "Yes." She smiled, and through the last of her clothes into the bag. She left out a bikini, cutoffs, and some heeled sandals, and dressed while she talked. "Did you like it when I slipped my finger in your ass? Be honest. It was dirty and kinky, and deep inside you liked it." He was reluctant. "Yes. It feels like you are still there." "Then if you want more, ask nicely." "What would you like me to say?" "Say, 'Meg, please let me cum'. Beg for it." She had never taken the dominant role before, but he liked it. He was getting into her little roleplay. "Mistress Meg, please let me cum." She stared at him briefly, then smiled. "You've had plenty of slutty girls swallow your seed, Brian, but I won't be one of them. Those days are over for you, I think. Mistress? I was just your girlfriend, Brian. Tara is your mistress, not me. You want permission to cum, ask her." Brian was alarmed at this last statement, and started to protest. "Babe, what are you talking about? There's nothing between me and Tara!" "Don't bother, you ass. I came back last night and heard you. I saw you! Rutting like some dogs in heat! You like aggressive women like her, don't you? You know she sleeps around, don't you? Or was that part of what attracted you to her? Does some part of you relish the thought of sleeping with her after she's been with some other guy? You like the fact that she's experienced, don't you? Well, you're not worth fighting for, Brian, and neither is Tara. You wanted her. You got her. I'll tell you what I told her: It's like you were made for each other. You two are perfect for one another." The thought of being with Tara, or any other woman, after she had been with another guy completely disgusted him. He was about to make another protest but, before he could mutter a word, Meg stormed out of the room. Brian heard the suite door slam shut. "Fuck," he said to nobody in particular. He knew it was over. Still fuming, he reached down and grasped his rock hard erection. Positioning himself on the bed, he prepared to relieve himself of the frustration Meg had created. The feeling that her finger was still in his ass was slowly fading. ---oooOOOooo--- Meg strode through the hotel lobby and met up with the two women that were checking out. They were older, but very attractive. The younger of the two turned to her. "Well?" "I confronted both of them," Meg said. "Neither even bothered denying it. I'm done with both." "And the black balls?" said the older of the two. "Delivered. Hers went into her mud bath, like you suggested, and his went up his ass. I thought about how hers should give her the satisfaction that he always got from her. And him, well, let's just say he's in for a little adjustment to his sex life. Thanks. You two should be free." The older woman breathed a deep sigh of relief, and drew out an envelope. "Consider this a 'thank you'. The curse has moved on. Your friends now have thirteen passes of the new moon to come to grips with what they did. After that, if they want, they will know what to do to release themselves." Tara cautiously took the envelope. "Where are you going?" "Tonight is the last night of the current new moon. Tomorrow we will be free. I don't know what I'll do next. Maybe lie on the beach for a week. Maybe find a nice guy, like the one I had." "I'm not sure, myself. No telling what I'll be tomorrow. But it's a new day, and I have the rest of my life back." She looked at her cohort. "Maybe find a nice woman, and settle down. Start a family." Meg smiled at them, then moved to check out. When she turned around, they were gone. And with them, the last of her anger. ---oooOOOooo--- Tara was a little miffed. Her friend, her best friend, had just walked out on her. It didn't matter that the reason was that she had betrayed the friendship by sleeping with Brian. That was inconsequential. Brian. He had talents, but Tara wasn't sure he was worth the loss. He had a nice cock, and was fairly adept at using it, but he was a little quick off the draw. He also expected too much from her. Besides, he was one of those high class assholes; he'd make a lot of money in his life, but women like Tara were throwaway commodities. She knew it, he knew, the whole world knew it. He was too strong willed to have a relationship with somebody like her. Checking the clock, Tara got out of the mud bath and made her way into the showers. The hot black mud had made her very relaxed, but it was time to see what had happened upstairs. Tara passed a full length mirror, and couldn't help but look at herself. Her body looked black and slick, like on of those fetish models. Tara had never been into that kind of things but, seeing herself like this, could see the allure. Men went absolutely nuts over women in latex or leather. Anything kinky turned them on. Whips, chains, that fetish scene. She paused for a minute more, then entered the shower room. Yes, she thought, men where easy to excite. And when they were turned on, they would do anything. Tara slipped a muddy finger between her legs, and began to masturbate. That's what she needed, a man that would do anything for her. Tara began washing the slimy mud from her skin, and watched briefly as it made its way down the drain. One lump in particular seemed stuck to the side of her foot. She didn't notice as a black trickle moved up her leg, past her finger, and into her awaiting orifice. She continued to finger her clit as she exulted in the cleansing spray of the water. And she felt the change. ---oooOOOooo--- Brian lay on his back furiously stroking his erection. His ass still felt a little like Meg's finger was still up there, pressing on a part of him he didn't know existed, and he saw stars as he got closer . . . and closer . . . and closer. Cautiously, he slipped a finger into his own anus. The stars went off like fireworks. He was even closer now. And closer. And closer. His hands worked furiously, one massaging his aching balls with a finger deep inside, while the other rubbed his erection raw. The slam of the suite door barely slowed him down. "Meg, is that you?" It was Tara that stood in the doorway though. She smiled at him. It was an evil, lustful smile. "I don't think she's coming back, Brian. So, we'll just have to see what I can do about your little problem there." "Tara, thank God!" "Is there a problem, Brian?" She stared at his hands. His finger was deep inside his own anus. "I wouldn't have thought you were into having something up your ass like that. I have a vibrator around here somewhere, if you think that will help." Brian was now jerking with intensely. His cock was red and engorged, but still he wouldn't climax. "It's like I can't cum!" "Of course you can't, dear, so you might as well stop trying," she said. His hands immediately stopped. "I thought so," she said. "Thought what? And what do you mean, I can't cum?" He was positively whining now. "It's because you are perfect for me. A submissive foil for my aggresive tendencies. Meg told me so." "What? But-" "And I can tell you why. The perfect slave waits for permission to cum, and I haven't given you that. I don't know if I ever will, seeing how your willingness to serve me diminishes with your own orgasm. Maybe you can cum if we open your ass a little wider, and rub that prostate with something soft. I've always wanted to try pegging a guy, and I think you would like being my little sissy, wouldn't you? But we'll save that little experience for later." At this point, her hand began massaging her clit. His frustration was getting her hot and horny. It wouldn't take long for her first. "I asked you a question, didn't I? I expect an answer. All dutiful boyfriends answer their girlfriends. And that's what you want, isn't it? You want to be my sissy boyfriend, don't you?" Deep inside his ass, the little black ball twitched, eliciting a few drops of precum to be forced from his erection and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his cock. It then absorbed into his body. "Y-y-yes," he sputtered. "Won't your mom be proud when you bring me home to meet her, instead of boring old Meg? I think she had it right, though. It's about time you settled down and got married. No more running around looking for pussy. I'll be giving you all the pussy you can handle - and more. And with your family's money, we wouldn't have to work, would we?" Sweat was now breaking out across his brow. His erection was dark red and very hot. It ached to be touched. "No," he said. "Could you please, Tara?" "What, let you cum? Maybe after I get a few orgasms, I might." Her finger traced a line around the head of his glans, and the action was rewarded with another drop of precum. "We'll see how good you are." Tara swung her leg over and planted her dripping pussy firmly on to his mouth, and gave a little wiggle so he knew he should start. "Maybe we should do some shopping this afternoon," she said idly. "I'm in the mood for something black and shiny. And for the record, I prefer Mistress Tara' when we're in private. You know," she said, as her first orgasm built. "I think Meg was right. We are perfect for each other." ---oooOOOooo--- Three months later Dolores Huntington looked at the girl with more than a little contempt in her eye. This commoner, Tara, had besotted her son Brian, and they were getting married. His trust fund was untouchable, so she couldn't undo the marriage with threats to cut him off. She closed the door behind them as they left to return to the city. Her husband, Joshua, would be upstairs waiting for her to return, having said his goodbyes' earlier. Dolores paused on the landing. She had liked that first girl, Meg, but she was now engaged to some doctor. This new one he had met in the Bahamas three months ago, and they were already planning on getting married! There was something about the girl, but she didn't know what. Certainly, she was a little too sexual for Brian. Imagine, wearing a leather skirt and boots to meet your boyfriend's mother. It all seemed so slutty. It was as if everything she said or did was sexual. The way she dressed, acted, spoke, ate, everything! And yet, that wasn't what distressed Dolores the most. There was a common connection, one that reminded Dolores of herself. They would have to spend some mother-daughter time together soon, if Brian was really serious about marrying her in three months, so that she could get to know her better. Little Black Ball Ch. 03 Tara sat behind the wheel of the Ferrari, and unzipped the side of her skirt, pushing it up to reveal her lack of panties. "Your mother was such a dear, wasn't she, Brian? And your father, well, do you think he liked me? I wonder what they're like in the sack. I wonder what he would do if he found out what a sick fuck his soon-to-be daughter was. Or what a pussy his son had become." Tara slipped the key into the ignition, but didn't start the engine. As much as she would like to see what his father was like, she knew she could never be with anybody else but Brian. She hated him for that. He was once a man, able to stand up for himself. Now he was nothing more than her slave, unable to think for himself. A man completely devoted to her, and one she couldn't get rid of, but at the same time one she couldn't live without. And with every load of the black liquid deposited in his body, he went further in to complete submission. Soon, he would know nothing else but life as her totally devoted slave. She settled in to the far corner of the seat, and casually spread her legs. "I'm so tense from all those questions, though. Would you mind giving me a little relaxation before we drive home?" Brian looked at her with more than a touch of lust. He knew that this was one of those moments that decided the rest of the night. Would she be the horny slut, the loving girlfriend, the harsh mistress, or some combination? Her hand teased the little clitoris that stood engorged, and closed her eyes in pleasure as the flesh was tinted darker and darker. After a moment, it was nearly an inch long and shone a shiny black. She opened her eyes, and gave him that evil smile he had come to both love and dread. "Which shall it be tonight, my little slut? Pussy, or cock?" He shivered at the thought. Either could be demeaning, but he would do anything to please her. He had learned to love eating her out, even though it meant he got no sexual relief. When she presented him with her cock, however, he always had second thoughts. Cock was a lot more demeaning, but there was something about the inevitable pegging that made him feel closer to her. And, as it turned out, since that fateful morning, he was unable to orgasm unless his prostate was stimulated. Usually the only way that happened was when she was deep inside him. Her fingers curled around the protrusion that had been her clit, and with a few tugs, had it lengthening even as it filled out. "Cock it is. You don't mind, do you, Brian?" She knew he would do it whether he minded or not. Brian looked wistfully at the thick black cock that now protruded from between her legs. The lips of her pussy were heavy and swollen, and because of their size and placement looked like a huge scrotum. He would do his best to bring his fiance' to orgasm, as any devoted man would do for his woman. Leaning over, her took her in his mouth, murmuring, "Not at all, Mistress." She smiled, and stroked her now huge erection as he began fellating the head. At this point, it was fully functional, giving her great pleasure when treated correctly, and capable of expelling a huge amount of black semen upon orgasm. And like a real cock, it needed some downtime afterwards. Her fingers curled into his hair, and her hand forced him to deepthroat her shaft. "Good, because you might have to do it again when we get home, before I tap that beautiful ass of yours. You get me so worked up, and you are the perfect little cocksucker. It's like we were made for each other." *end