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The Harem Slave Ch. 01

By: naughtybabygirl



Sophie struggled desperately, trying to free her hands from the heavy ropes that bound them together behind her back. She couldn’t see anything, thanks to the blindfold which covered most of her face. The ball gag shoved into her mouth prevented her from making much noise at all. When at last she realized the futility of her movements, she lay still and listened.

Abruptly she felt the car begin to slow down. Sophie’s heart fluttered in fear, wondering where she would be taken. She didn’t have long to wait. Moments later the car rolled to a stop, and a door opened. She was grabbed and hauled roughly out of the car, where she stumbled a bit on unsteady feet. Two hands gripped her shoulders, forcing her to walk quickly and unsteadily forward. 

She heard a door open. As she stepped through it, her footsteps echoed on what she wagered were hard tile floors. She and her captor proceeded through the room, then stopped suddenly. She heard a bell, followed by the sliding of a door that she realized belonged to an elevator. 

The ride up was long; Sophie estimated between 60 and 90 seconds. When at last the bell rang again and the doors slid open again, she was forced out of the elevator and onto what sounded like hardwood floors. After ten or twenty feet, a door opened, and Sophie was shoved through. She lost her balance and, unable to catch herself, she crashed to the floor with a whimper. The door closed, and silence descended. Sophie fell asleep.

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She awoke suddenly when the door opened again. To her disappointment, Sophie found that the blindfold, ball gag, and rope were still in place. She struggled a moment, then lay still.

Suddenly she heard ripping fabric and felt a breeze blow across her now-exposed chest. She was distinctly aware of her breasts, barely concealed by the lacy fabric of her bra. They rose in large mounds above the modest cups, threatening to spill out with every breath. Suddenly she heard the snip of a scissor, and her bra fell apart in two pieces, allowing her massive breasts to spring free. Humiliated, she lay there helplessly on her back, feeling her nipples harden in the cool air.

Abruptly she felt a hand grope her left breast, squeezing it and kneading it. She jumped in surprise, but didn’t pull away—there wasn’t much she could do with her hands bound and her eyes blindfolded. The groping continued. Sophie’s nipple was stroked roughly, rolled between two fingers, even flicked painfully. Two hands were needed to heft her breast, squeezing the large globe of flesh before letting it fall heavily back onto her chest.

The same investigation occurred with her right breast, although this one was jiggled and slapped repeatedly. To Sophie’s horror, this rough treatment began to turn her on. Ashamed, she turned her face away as the molestation continued, fighting back the sensations of pleasure it produced.

At last the hands stopped. Sophie let out a sigh of relief until she felt a hand lift the skirt she wore. There was another sound of tearing fabric, and Sophie felt the cool air drift across her exposed nether regions. She cursed herself for not wearing underwear, although she seriously doubted that it would have done much good now.

Her legs were forcibly spread, revealing everything to her assaulter. A hand reached down and stroked her thick, full pink lips which protruded a good inch from between her thighs. They were spread wide by two fingers, revealing the source of Sophie’s embarrassment—her hole was brimming with juices. But the intruder seemed not to notice, instead lifting her hood to reveal her hard little clit. A finger toyed with her tiny nub for a moment, and Sophie’s legs jerked involuntarily. Letting the hood slide back down over her clit, the hand disappeared for a moment.

Then suddenly her legs were forced apart even father. Try as she might, Sophie could not close them. Suddenly, her ass cheeks were spread apart as well. With a gasp, Sophie realized that there were more than two hands sets of hands touching her—one to hold her legs apart and another to spread her ass. When a finger slid under her hood and began rubbing her clit, Sophie knew that there were at least three people in the room, and all three were witness to her sexual degradation. A wave of embarrassment swept over her, and she blinked back tears.

The prodding, insistent finger returned to her pussy, dipping just inside her opening. Then it trailed down between her thighs and found what it was looking for—her tight little anus. It prodded at the hole a bit at first, testing the tightness. Sophie winced as the finger, slippery with her juices, slid slowly into her tight passage, pushing deeper into her bowels until it couldn’t enter any further. It wriggled around a bit, and Sophie felt her pussy grow even wetter. To her humiliation, her cunt began to overflow, sending a river of juice dribbling down her ass crack and onto the rug beneath her. 

Whoever was violating her seemed to notice this, and the finger in her ass began to slide in and out, faster and faster. Sophie’s asshole ached, but the violation produced a pleasure far greater than any discomfort. Suddenly another finger slipped inside, this one dry and rough. It jammed into her already sore hole, creating even more friction. Sophie began to lose control. She moaned against the ball gag, bucking and writhing with pleasure. When a third finger was added, Sophie let out a scream and came hard. Juices squirted from her pussy in waves, soaking the hand that fucked her ass, coating the insides of her thighs, staining the rug beneath her. Finally her orgasm subsided, and Sophie lay still, horribly ashamed. The fingers withdrew reluctantly from her tight, clenching asshole, wiping themselves off between her cheeks.

Suddenly she heard a man’s voice. “This is yours. You are to wear it at all times unless it is removed from you, or you are instructed to remove it.”

Sophie gasped.

Something smooth and soft, yet forceful, prodded against her anus. It slid across her aching asshole, seeming almost to massage the tender opening. Suddenly it began to push in. Sophie’s asshole stretched to accommodate the wide, rounded head of the firm object. She bit her lip, resisting the urge to cry out. The head of the object opened her ass wider than three fingers had, and still it continued to grow, widening her anus to unbelievable limits. When at last Sophie thought she could take no more, the object began to narrow again, sliding slowly inside until her ass took over. It sucked the plug greedily inside, her tight anus closing around the narrow neck. The base was narrow and slid easily between her ass cheeks, holding the plug in place.

Although her asshole ached, Sophie felt the pain dissipate in just a few minutes’ time as it adjusted to the foreign object. Her ass felt full, just as it did before a bowel movement. It was not an unpleasant sensation.

The voice surprised her again. “You will not remove the object to expel waste or gas. If you have need of either activity, you will ask to remove the object. Be warned—permission will not always be granted.”

Suddenly the hands holding her ass and thighs apart released her. Sophie breathed a sigh of relief, sliding her legs closed. This movement caused the plug in her ass to twitch, sending tiny tremors of pleasure through her bowels. Naked and violated, Sophie tried to ignore the sensation, but she knew her pussy was brimming once again with juices. Her body in a state of heightened arousal, Sophie drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.

The Harem Slave Ch. 02



When she awoke, Sophie found her bonds had been removed, as well as her gag and blindfold. She felt like she needed to take an urgent shit, a sensation she quickly attributed to the plug she remembered was still lodged in her ass, stimulating her anus.

Suddenly her attentions switched from her own body to the room which she occupied. She looked around, taking in her surroundings for the first time. The room she was in had high, vaulted ceilings which she couldn't quite make out in the dim light. There were no walls, only massive floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out into the night. The room was obviously suspended high in the air, but from her position on the floor, she couldn't make out what surrounded the building. Fading evening light came in from three walls, but the fourth wall was clearly shared with the rest of the apartment. Sophie squinted, but it was too dark to make out anything on the other side of that wall.

The room was sparsely furnished; Sophie saw only a bed, a chase lounge and, oddly enough, a sink and a bathtub in one corner. Curiosity compelled her to rise to her feet and investigate. The plug moved not unpleasantly in her ass as she did so, and Sophie moaned a bit. Standing, she crossed the large room to the corner. The "bathroom" was a twenty-by-twenty-foot tiled area, housing the sink and claw-foot bathtub she had seen before. What Sophie had missed from her earlier perspective was a foot-wide circular recess in the tile floor, the bottom of which could not be seen. Sophie frowned, wondering about its purpose. As she stood there, looking at the hole in the floor, she realized she could now see outside. With a gasp, she realized she was indeed high in the air, but much higher than she thought. Far below, she saw the streets of a busy city. Several nearby buildings rose nearly three-quarters the height of the one in which she stood, but nothing matched this magnificent skyscraper. Sophie's head spun simply looking at it.

"Gorgeous view, isn't it?"

The unexpected voice sent Sophie spinning around. She came face to face with an older woman, dressed in what looked rather like a French maid's costume. The woman couldn't have been younger than 65, her gray hair wound in a tight, severe bun at the nape of her neck. She was stooped and fleshy, but her face was not unkind. Sophie almost forgot her embarrassment at being so completely naked.

"Who are you?" she began. Then, "Where am I? What is this place?"

The woman chuckled gently. "So many questions, my dear. They will all be answered very soon. In fact, I am here to take you to the Master. He will put all your fears to rest." The woman gestured for Sophie to follow her. "Don't worry about being naked; you'll find it's quite common around here."

Sophie couldn't imagine what the old woman meant, but she followed her anxiously out of the room, eager for answers. Outside, she found a series of rooms and hallways, all made of glass. Most of the rooms were dark, however, and the few exceptions were lit only by candlelight, making it difficult to see into them. Sophie thought she could make out shapes moving in several of the rooms, but she couldn't be sure.

Following the old woman down a glass corridor, she turned down another passage and found herself abruptly in a large, cavernous room with ceilings higher than the ones in her room. The space was lit with many candles which glowed on dozens of tabletops and bookshelves; a roaring fire crackled in a fireplace in the center of the room. The hardwood floor was covered with rich, expensive rugs, pillows, and blankets. Sophie picked her way through these until she came to the far side of the room. Seated in a leather armchair, next to a small, faint lamp, was the Master.

He was tall, she could see, with short, messy dark hair and a goatee. His eyes were framed by thick black glasses which reflected the flickering candlelight. He sat comfortably, a book held aloft in one hand, his legs stretched out on an ottoman before him, crossed at the ankles. He wore a dark pinstriped jacket over what Sophie could only guess were dark blue denim jeans. He wore black argyle socks on his feet; a pair of carelessly discarded loafers lay on the floor next to him.

After a moment, the man closed the book and, without looking up, addressed her by her full name. "Sophia Loreena McAndrews." Her eyes widened with surprise and, admittedly, a little fear. "Y-yes, sir," she managed, surprising herself with the respectful title.

The man looked up into her eyes. There was a gleam of playfulness in his eyes which she had not expected. Sophie felt instantly guilty and delighted at her nakedness, wishing only to please him. He looked so young, so innocent.

"I'll wager you're wondering why you're here," he said jovially, his accent a clipped Irish brogue. When he saw her nod, he smiled. "Well, my dear, relax. I'll explain everything to you. Please, sit."

He gestured to the blankets and pillows at his feet. Sophie sat obediently, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Good girl," he murmured, a comment which produced within Sophie a distinct feeling of pleasure. "My dear, you are here because you, or someone you know, owed someone else a large sum of money."

Sophie frowned. "But I don't—"

"Let me continue." Although his voice was still calm and hadn't raised a decibel, Sophie immediately found herself compelled to shut her mouth as instructed. "As I said, someone owed someone else money. I don't know who—it simply isn't my job to know. My only interest is you." 

Sophie's eyes widened, and the man before her chuckled. "Yes, baby girl," he said, rising quickly to his feet, "I settled a considerable debt in order to acquire you. The man with whom I conducted business felt you were well worth the financial relief. I think it's safe to wager that it was his ass on the line, so to speak."

As he allowed this information to digest, he crossed the room to a cabinet of liquor. Pouring brandy into two shallow glasses, he returned and sat, handing her a glass. As she reached for it, she revealed her breasts to the Master. Embarrassed, she covered herself with her free arm.

"No," the Master said, taking a sip of his brandy. "Let me see them."

Surprised at his forthrightness, Sophie let her arm fall to her side. Her full, round breasts sat so high on her chest that, to the untrained eye, they might have appeared to be artificially augmented. Her tiny pink nipples sat high on each globe, surrounded by flat, modest areolas.

Taking another sip, the Master gazed at them lasciviously. "I would have liked bigger nipples," he said frankly, "but we can change that."

Sophie frowned, but dared not ask how this was to be achieved.

"Other than that," he continued, "your tits are simply phenomenal. Lie down, spread your legs. Let me see your pussy."

Sophie blushed hard. Setting her drink on the floor beside her, she complied, spreading her thighs to reveal her fleshy cunt. 

The Master smiled quietly. "Excellent," he muttered. "It seems I chose well."

Sophie heard the sound of a zipper, and looked up to see him leaning back in his chair, stroking a hard, massive cock. "Play with your pussy, Sophie," he instructed calmly.

Blushing even harder, Sophie picked up the glass of brandy and guzzled every last drop. As a feeling of warmth crept into her bloodstream, she reached between her thighs and began to stroke her hood. It wasn't long before her clit hardened almost painfully, and Sophie slid back her hood to reveal the tiny nub. Her wet pussy gleamed in the candlelight as she spread her fleshy lips with the other hand and dipped her fingers in her cunt. She brought her juices up to her clit and swirled her fingers around it, stroking it until her legs spasmed.

"Very good," the Master murmured, his eyes riveted on her lewd display. "Play with your titties, there's a good little girl."

Sophie reached up with one hand and began groping her fleshy tits, stroking her nipples. "Jiggle them, baby girl," he instructed. "Bounce them up and down. That's it."

She did so, placing one hand on top of her breast and shaking it vigorously. The gelatinous flesh jiggled and bounced erotically against her other breast, causing it too to sway back and forth atop her chest. Her other hand continued to stroke her clit more and more eagerly.

"Baby girl, I want you on all fours. I want your ass facing me and your thighs spread. There's my good girl."

Sophie rolled over and got on her hands and knees, her still-plugged ass thrust high in the air. "No," he corrected, and Sophie felt a hand on her shoulder, pushing her down. "Face on the pillow."

Sophie collapsed onto the pillow, crushing her massive tits underneath her. Her ass pointed up at the Master, the silicone plug still lodged in her inside. Suddenly Sophie felt the invading object begin to slide out. Her anus stretched to accommodate, but her bowels held on tightly, refusing to let go. Still, the Master was very insistent, and at last her asshole stretched unbelievably wide to release the massive foreign object. Once the largest width had passed her tight muscle, the plug slid quickly out. To Sophie's utter humiliation, the silence was broken as gas noisily escaped her momentarily gaping hole, followed by something else; not solid but certainly not gaseous, it fell from her anus before it could close again. She screamed with embarrassment, struggling to lower her ass from the Master's scrutiny.

To her surprise, he said nothing, but began working the plug back into her rectum. Sophie's anus was growing accustomed to this, and it slid in much easier this time. He slid it back out, then back in again. This felt so good that Sophie's pussy juices began to dribble down onto the blankets between her thighs.

At last he seemed satisfied, and he slid the plug back out. Her anus closed easily this time without any embarrassing faux pas. When she opened her eyes again, however, she found the Master kneeling before her. To her horror, he held the plug inches from her face, offering it to her. She didn't know what to do and looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes.

"Open your mouth, baby girl," he said softly. She felt compelled to do so, but humiliated all the same. All of the visible shit had been wiped off the plug when he had slid it repeatedly into her anus, but she knew it was still dirty. Still, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and accepted the plug. The taste made her gag, but she kept her mouth clamped around it. More like a ball hitch than a butt plug, it reminded her of the ball gag she had worn earlier that day.

"There's a good girl," the Master murmured, stroking her hair. "You've been very good tonight, except for one thing. You need to learn where to go to the bathroom."



The Harem Slave Ch. 03



Sophie's eyes widened, and tears of shame welled up in them.

"Don't worry, baby, you'll be properly trained like a good little bitch," he said matter-of-factly. "Now stand up and follow me."

Sophie did as she was told, following her Master across the room and back down the hallway to her room. He opened the glass door and led her inside, then shut it behind her. Then he crossed to the "bathroom" corner. As he turned to face her, Sophie realized his rock-hard cock was still protruding from his jeans.

"The hole in the floor is where you will go to the bathroom from now on. Every room has one of these, save the living room—the one in which we met. You may use any toilet you wish, provided of course"—and here he glared at her sternly—"that you are allowed to remove the plug. Understood?"

Sophie could not speak with the plug in her mouth, so she merely nodded.

"Now I want you to stand over the hole and void your bowels."

Sophie immediately burst into tears. Waves of humiliation and shame swept over her, and tears poured down her cheeks. But the Master stood firm, pointing to the hole. 

"Baby girl," he said softly, "there is nothing embarrassing about this. You were given an order, and as you now belong to me, you will obey my every instruction without a second thought."

Sophie bowed her head and moved to the hole, placing one foot on either side of it. She began to crouch down, but the Master's voice stopped her. "No. I instructed you to stand. You will stand while you take a shit."

Sophie stood, closing her eyes and summoning her courage. She did indeed feel the insistent end of a rather large shit pushing against her anus. What a relief it would be to...

Abruptly her asshole widened and a thick, heavy log of shit slid steadily out. It pinched off after about a foot and fell straight into the hole. Sophie trembled for a moment, then released a stream of silent gas. This was followed by a massive log of shit which hurt her anus to expel. She pushed out four inches before she heard the Master's voice again: "Stop!"

Her eyes snapped open. He was leaning against the edge of the bathtub, jacking off his massive dick while he watched her. He smiled when he saw her looking at him. "Turn around, baby. Get down on your hands and knees."

She complied, too humiliated to put up a fight. Now the log stood out a good five inches from her asshole, suspended between her fat, round ass cheeks. She longed to push the rest of it out, to get rid of it, but her Master continued. "Now pull it back in."

She did. She concentrated all of her efforts on sucking the log back into her bowels until her asshole closed up behind the end of it. Pussy juice streamed into the hole between her knees.

"Now once more," the Master instructed. "Push it out, just a little, then pull it back in."

The log peeked out two inches before it was sucked right back up into Sophie's tight ass. She heard her Master moan. "Okay, babe, shit that thing out."

Once painful and agonizing, the log now slid easily out of her anus, drooping after twelve inches or so and finally falling out of her ass and into the hole. Despite her embarrassment and shame, Sophie was now so horny that she didn't care when her asshole opened and another soft, gooey shit slipped out into the hole. She didn't care what her Master saw—after all, he was masturbating to it. Her pussy lips spread and a clear stream of piss arched into the hole, spraying harder and harder as Sophie emptied her bladder.

"Attagirl," her Master moaned. Suddenly Sophie felt his hands on her ass. She stopped pissing for a moment, but he moaned at her to continue. She resumed her lewd piss even as he began to lick her asshole, still covered in shit. He forced his tongue inside, cleaning her tight anus. Sophie moaned, reaching between her legs to toy with her clit. At last her bladder was empty, and her stream of piss slowed to a trickle, and then stopped completely. Still he licked her ass, cleaning every inch of her dirty flesh.

When he was satisfied she was clean, he sat back and told her to roll over. She did so, still toying with her pussy. As she watched, he unbuckled his pants and slid them off, revealing the full length of his dick and his large, heavy balls.

"Baby girl," he said softly, "I want you to take that plug out of your mouth and flip it around. Attagirl, hold the base between your teeth. Now I want you to get behind me and shove it into my ass with your mouth."

He got on his hands and knees on the tile floor, still jacking his massive dick. Sophie, a little lit and painfully horny, got behind him and spread his ass cheeks with her hands. Already wet with saliva, the plug was quick to penetrate his asshole, although she had a little difficulty pushing it much further. Mere inches away from his stretching sphincter, she watched as it strained to take the massive plug. The Master moaned loudly, jacking his dick faster and faster.

Suddenly his ass gave way. Sophie hadn't anticipated the speed with which his asshole sucked the object in, and she found her face planted between his ass cheeks. Feeling dirty and thoroughly turned on, she began to lick around the edges of the plug, lapping at his dilated anus with something bordering on hunger. This was too much, and with a holler, the Master began to cum, shooting ropes of gooey, white sperm across the room.

At last his orgasm subsided, and he collapsed onto the tile floor. "Slide the plug out, baby," he instructed. When she grasped the base with her hand, he interrupted her: "No. With your teeth."

Sophie took the base in her mouth and pulled. It was even harder to remove than it was to shove in, but at last it slid free of his ass. The Master exhaled with pleasure.

At last he got to his feet, pulling his pants back on. "Present your ass to me," he instructed Sophie. Almost eagerly, she knelt, putting her face to the tile floor and thrusting her ass up at him. The plug slid in without much difficulty, securing itself deep within her bowels. 



The Harem Slave Ch. 04



The Master straightened up. "Come with me now. I will show you the rest of the apartment." He pulled a device from his pocket and pressed one of the many buttons on its surface. Moments later, to Sophie's surprise, a naked woman entered the room. Her blond hair was pulled into a ponytail and her generous tits bounced with each step. "Yes, Master?"

He pointed to his cum on the wood floor. "Clean that up for me, doll, okay?"

The girl smiled sweetly at him and promptly got down on her knees. She leaned forward and began to lap at the cum as though it were icecream, swallowing it cheerfully. 

The Master seemed momentarily distracted by this scene. "Use your tits, sweetheart," he instructed. Without missing a beat, she lowered her large jugs into the puddle of cum and began to slide them back and forth like a mop. The Master seemed even more pleased by this. He squatted down in front of the girl and watched the display, enjoying the way his cum glistened on her large, fat titties. Before he could instruct her to do so, she lifted first one breast and then the other to her mouth, sucking the cum off her own nipples.

The Master moaned. "Good girl. When you're finished, I want you to make me a drink. On the rocks."

The girl pulled one of her nipples from her mouth. "Thank you so much, Master."

He stroked the side of her face. "My pleasure, doll."

As the blonde went back to licking the floor clean, the Master led Sophie out of the room. He pointed to either side of the hallway. "These are your rooms. In case you haven't realized it, this apartment is home to many, many young women like yourself. Most of them serve specialized purposes—the blonde, for example, is my cum slut. I'd say there are over 35 women in all."

Sophie was shocked. Thirty-five women? But for what?

The Master grinned at her as though he guessed her thoughts. "Most of them are just here for my pleasure. That's what you'll be here for, unless you develop a special talent or purpose. I have a feeling your ass might factor into that somehow," he said with a wink. They continued on down the hallway. Most of the girls seemed to be asleep, although Sophie saw one sitting in bed, reading by candlelight. Another was exercising; a third crouched over her porcelain hole.

At the end of the hallway, the Master proceeded down another passage to the right. It led into a large, open-air atrium of sorts, surrounded by glass rooms, but open to the sky. Trees and flowers grew there, and a path wandered amongst them. As the Master led her through the atrium, Sophie saw several women sitting on benches underneath the starlight. Most were naked, although some wore small scraps of clothing which barely concealed anything.

Two women sat on the edge of a fountain, and as Sophie drew nearer, she realized they were sliding a thick jelly double dong in and out of their pussies. One woman was stroking her own clit; the other caressed her large breasts. Both were talking and laughing as casually as if they had been sharing a cup of coffee at a quiet bistro.

The Master turned to her. "You may notice that almost every woman here has large breasts. That's no mistake. Most of the women I pursue already have pretty big tits, but if I buy a woman who does not, I enlarge them surgically."

A woman passed them on the path, smiling radiantly at the Master. Indeed, she had gigantic, rounded tits which bounced hypnotically as she walked. They were too large to be real, but the enhancement was very realistic.

Finally they passed through the atrium, and into a poolroom. The lights were dim, but Sophie could make out several women swimming, and another two splashing about in the shallows. One was lying on the diving board with her naked ass pointing out towards the pool. Another girl was hanging onto the end of the diving board to steady herself while she drove a big black dildo into her lover's ass.

"Is this all they...all we do here?" Sophie asked tentatively. "Do we just fuck constantly?"

The Master smiled. "These women have been taking pills to enhance their libidos since they arrived here. It makes them constantly horny. So yes, while you're allowed to participate in other activities, most of them are too turned on to bother with much else."

Sophie swallowed. "Am I..."

"You will be. We'll start you on the pills in the morning."

Pausing for a moment, the Master pulled out the device once more and pressed another button. A minute passed before a woman ran in from the opposite end of the poolroom, her heavy jugs bouncing erratically. "So sorry, Master. I was asleep."

The Master smiled softly. "Don't apologize, baby girl."

Without another word, she fell to her knees and unzipped his pants. Taking his soft cock in her mouth, she waited. Sophie expected her to begin sucking the Master's dick, but instead, she watched the girl begin to swallow repeatedly. With a start, Sophie realized the girl was drinking his piss. She swallowed every drop with a look of ecstasy on her face before it finally seemed as though he were finished. Taking his dick out of her mouth, she held it for a moment more, and he squirted another stream of piss on her tits. Moaning, she tucked his dick back into his pants and rubbed his piss over her jugs. Then she raised each tit to her mouth and sucked the urine off her large, stiff nipples.

The Master thanked her and continued on, Sophie in tow. The women seemed not to even notice her, but Sophie didn't mind—she wasn't sure how she would handle attention from any of these big-titted, naked sluts.

As they walked, Sophie felt a familiar trembling in her bowels. "Master," she called out reluctantly. "Master...may I remove the plug for a moment to expel gas?"

The Master looked at her for a moment. "No. I will tell you when you are ready to relieve your bowels."

Sophie hung her head dejectedly, but followed the Master into the next room. Couches and pillows and blankets were everywhere, much like in the living room, but in this room, one entire wall was dominated by a massive projection-screen television. Sophie's breath caught in her throat—the movie being played was a porno. Two guys were pegging one chick, both cocks pounding into her asshole. Several women were lying on the couches, one of them stroking dildos into both of their pussies.

As Sophie and the Master paused briefly to watch the film, the blonde appeared, holding a martini glass full of ice. She was smiling radiantly.

The Master smiled at her. "Have a seat."

The blonde plopped down on the nearest couch and spread her legs wide. Her eyes riveted on the screen in front of her, she began to play with her clit, flicking it back and forth faster and faster. All of a sudden, she let out a squeal and held the glass down in front of her pussy. A stream of liquid squirted from her twat and splashed into the glass. The girl continued to slap and rub her clit, producing squirt after squirt of cum until the glass was brimming with her juices. She stood up, juices dribbling down her thighs, and handed the glass to the Master. He smiled as he took it from her and drank every last drop, even sucking the liquid off of the ice cubes. When he had finished, he thanked her, handed her the glass, and watched as she walked away. "That's my little cum slut," he sighed.

Sophie just stared.

When they finally exited the porn room, they returned to the main hallway. The Master turned to her. "There is more to see, but you must get some rest. You have a long day ahead of you." He led her back to her room, but before he left her, the Master lifted her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. "Do not remove the plug. I will allow you to relieve yourself in the morning."

The pressure was beginning to grow exceedingly uncomfortable, but Sophie managed to fall into an uneasy sleep, her dreams filled with inconceivable acts of depravity.



The Harem Slave Ch. 05



In the morning, Sophie was woken by the old woman. She was told to rise and follow her to the Master's quarters. Sophie did as she was bidden, walking awkwardly. The pressure from the gas in her bowels had become agonizing, and she had trouble keeping herself from ripping the plug out herself.

The Master's quarters were rich and elegant, filled with jewel-toned silks and a massive four-poster bed. He was dressed in comfy pants and a tight black t-shirt and his hair was even messier than it was the night before. He stood next to his own toilet hole, yawning and scratching his head. "Morning, babe," he said in his lilting accent.

"Good morning," Sophie managed, limping over to him.

"Good girl," he exclaimed. "I see you've obeyed my instructions. Now for your reward. On your hands and knees. Get your ass over that hole."

Sophie obeyed, her stomach, distended from her plugged bowels, hanging beneath her.

"Now I want you to push as hard as you can," he instructed. "I want you to push the plug out of your ass so that it shoots past the hole. Don't let it fall in, or you'll have to fish it out."

Sophie closed her eyes and clenched her rectum. She pushed, like she was going to take a shit, feeling her anus stretch wide. Piss squirted from her pussy with the effort. Finally, she felt her asshole stretch wide and the plug shot out. She had little time to worry about where it landed, as her attention was quickly dominated by the long streams of gaseous farts that spewed from her gaping hole. A few pieces of shit fell from her loose anus in rapid succession, followed by a spurt of liquid shit. Another long, loud fart rippled from Sophie's ass before her hole finally closed up. Piss had been squirting from her pussy the entire time, most of it missing the hole. When at last her bladder emptied itself, Sophie looked up at the Master. The look on her face said it all. 

She was his.

"My baby girl," he praised her, rubbing the shit between her ass cheeks back into her anus. He finger-fucked her loose little hole for a while, allowing her a bit of pleasure. Finally he pulled his fingers from her anus and instructed her to lick them off, which she obediently did.

He fetched the butt plug which, fortunately, had missed the hole by several inches. He spat on it and slid the shit-covered plug easily back into her ass. Sophie did not suppress a moan as her ass clenched around the plug.

"Sophie, I think I've discovered a use for you," the Master said cheerfully. He pulled down his comfy pants and squatted over the hole himself, quickly relieving himself of several logs of shit. When he finished, he knelt down with his ass in the air. "Clean my asshole," he ordered.

Sophie got on her hands and knees and pulled his cheeks apart, revealing his anus. It was already relatively clean, but she lapped at it anyway, forcing her tiny tongue inside his tight ring. He moaned appreciatively.

Finally he sat up, pushing her face away. "Yes, baby girl, that is definitely what I want you for." He reached back and slid the plug easily out of her ass, then back in again. Sophie screamed as her pussy exploded in orgasm, squirting her juices all over the floor. Her anus quivered, sucking the plug greedily back into the depths of her bowels.

As they passed through the atrium together, Sophie saw several women lying underneath the trees, eating fruit and licking each other's pussies. She felt her own cunt dampen at the thought of joining in, but the Master had other plans for her.

They passed through the pool and porn room, and then crossed the hallway to another room. Sophie could immediately tell it was a medical room from the pristine cleanliness. She was instructed to sit on the examination table and wait for the doctor. The Master left her alone, but not before sucking hungrily on her titties.

It wasn't long before a door opened and a man entered. He was the only other man Sophie had yet seen in the apartment. He was examining a clipboard when he walked up, but nearly dropped it when he saw her. "Sophie?" he asked, struggling to regain his composure.

Sophie nodded, amused.

"Good, I've got the right...the right chart here then." The doctor was tall and thin, but obviously very lean and compact. His tight shirt revealed well-defined muscles that Sophie found herself salivating over.

"Okay, you're here for your entrance exam," the doctor announced. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Doctor Stevens. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sophie." He extended his hand in formal greeting.

"A pleasure," Sophie agreed, eyeing his muscled biceps.

"Okay, let's, uh...let's start with the basics." He quickly took her temperature, checked her blood pressure and heart rate, and recorded her height and weight. When he was finished, he said casually, "Okay, now onto the good stuff." Sophie thought she caught a wink.

"What is your breast size?" he asked, pen and clipboard in hand.

"Double F," Sophie replied self-consciously.

"Perfect. And your rib cage is, what, about a 34?"

She nodded.

"God, that's fucking hot," Doctor Stevens muttered under his breath. "And those nipples..." Selecting an instrument from a nearby tray, he held it up to each nipple, recording the diameter and length. "Point five inches...point seven inches...yeah, those are going to need some work."

Sophie was about to ask how this was to be done when the doctor began to tweak and squeeze her nipples. She let out a moan as he tugged on them and flicked them with his fingers. Satisfied, he released her stiff nubs and recorded something on the clipboard.

"Good girl. Okay, sit back on the bed and spread your legs, would you?"

Sophie obeyed, putting her feet in the stirrup on either side of the table. Her fat lips clung together, but as the doctor ran his finger between them, they slid apart with an audible slurping sound, revealing a gushing wet twat. Her clit was rock hard.


"Good girl," the doctor crooned. Pulling back her hood, he held the device up to her clit and measured it as well. "Huh," he mused. "Same as your little nipples. We'll have to work on that too."

Abruptly he slid two ungloved fingers into her tight snatch. Sophie jumped, moaning with pleasure as he worked his fingers into her cunt. After a moment, he exclaimed, "Aha! Got it!"

Sliding his fingers back out, he jotted down another observation (the location of her g-spot, Sophie realized). Then he reached for a beaker and held it down between her thighs. "Take a piss for me, would you, sweetheart?"

Sophie was hoping he'd never ask. She had been given lots of water before the exam, and her bladder had filled up again quickly. Her embarrassment gone, Sophie released a stream of clear piss into the proffered beaker, her aim superb. Stevens watched as her pussy lips spread wide to accommodate the spray of urine. They were so thick and fleshy...

Finally the stream ended and Stevens labeled the beaker and placed it in a refrigerator, but not before taking a sip and recording his observations on the clipboard.

At last he moved to her ass. For this, Sophie was instructed to get on her hands and knees. "Ah, an anal girl, huh?" he said appreciatively, observing the plug still lodged in her anus. Sophie nodded truthfully.

"I think you and I will get along well," he mused. "Push that bad boy out for me, would you, sweetheart?"

Sophie complied, straining to expel the plug for the second time that morning. Stevens watched her anus stretch, watched her cunt spasm with the effort, drizzling pussy juice down onto the table beneath her. At last it slipped out and fell into his waiting hand. Having just voided her bowels, nothing further came out, and her tiny hole closed quickly.

Stevens pushed a finger easily into her anus, then another, testing her tightness. Despite the plug, she was still tighter than a vise, and her sphincter clamped down almost painfully on his fingers when he tried to pull them out. "Easy there, girl," he chuckled. "Daddy's almost done here."

He removed an instrument from the table and pushed it easily into Sophie's ass. Sophie moaned with delight.

"Okay, it feels good now, sweetheart, but I want you to tell me when it hurts," Stevens instructed. He began to feed the long, snake-like dildo into her rectum, pumping inch after inch of jelly into her ass. Sophie continued to moan, even when the probe encountered waste deep in her bowels. Stevens continued to push the object in, forcing the shit back into Sophie's intestines. Sophie continued to squeal and moan. Finally he had crammed the dildo so far inside her that the shit had nowhere else to go but back up into her colon. Sophie let out a yelp, and he stopped.

"Holy shit...two feet," he muttered. "I'll be damned if you aren't the kinkiest slut I've ever met." He recorded in the information, then began to pull the dildo from her ass. Sophie let out a scream. As the dildo slipped from her ass, a massive log of shit slid out of her gaping asshole into a waiting bin below. Stevens had seen this before and knew what to expect.

"There's a good girl," he murmured as he watched the coils of shit pile up. "Let it all out."

Sophie screamed until the last of the shit fell from her used anus. Stevens wiped her sweet little asshole with a clean, wet rag, then slid her butt plug easily back in. Sophie whimpered a little.

"Okay, baby girl, all done!" Stevens announced. "Well, almost."

Suddenly Sophie felt hands gripping her hips. Something pushed against her pussy, forcing itself inside. She screamed as the doctor impaled his massive cock deep in her slippery cunt. The double penetration was too much for her, and she began to cum. Juices squirted out around his cock as he drove it in and out of her again and again. The round plug in her ass tightened her pussy even more, and it wasn't long before Stevens was pumping his own load into her sloppy twat.

Sophie left the clinic sore and dripping both hers and Doctor Stevens' cum from her used pussy. In her hand, she triumphantly clutched a set of pills.



The Harem Slave Ch. 06



At first Sophie noticed nothing after swallowing the pill. Sitting in her bed, watching the city far below her, she only felt rather sleepy. In fact, she lay down to take a nap, watching the clouds pass over and around the top of the building. She was almost asleep when suddenly, she sat bolt-upright in bed. In a panic, she spread her legs and felt her pussy. Sure enough, it was gushing juices onto the bed.

Sophie's surprise was matched only by her sudden, intense desire to fuck something. Anything. She leapt to her feet, searching her room for anything to shove in her cunt. Within moments, desperation overcame her, and she left her room, leaving a trail of pussy juice behind her.

The first few rooms were empty, but in the third, a young woman was lying in her bed. Sophie yanked the door open and nearly jumped into the bed. The woman sat up in surprise. "Who are you?" she cried.

Sophie climbed on top of the woman, blind to everything but the driving need in her cunt. "Fuck my pussy," she demanded, yanking the sheets down. As she did so, the girl's enormous tits came into view, and Sophie squealed with delight. She immediately attacked them, squeezing them and sucking on her big, fat nipples. She wasn't prepared for the streams of milk that squirted into her mouth with every suck, but she gulped it down eagerly. 

The girl squealed, feeling her own body respond to this sudden intense stimulation. "Suck on my titties, you horny bitch," she growled, pawing at Sophie's own massive jugs. They were beginning to dribble milk too, dripping down onto her own. She moaned and tweaked Sophie's tiny nipples, sending streams of milk squirting all over the bed. Sophie squealed, rutting her hardened clit against the girl's mound. "Fuck me," she growled again.

Becky, her newfound companion, forced Sophie onto her back. Sucking on her titties, Becky found Sophie's pussy and drove three fingers into her tight hole. Juices squirted out, and Becky licked them off her hand. "Are you ready for this, you dumb slut?" she demanded. 

Sophie didn't have a chance to respond before Becky's balled-up fist slammed into her cunt. She opened her mouth to scream in agony, only to find herself screaming with pleasure as Becky fist-fucked her pussy violently, drawing orgasm after orgasm from her spasming little twat. Cunt juice squirted everywhere, soaking Becky's arm and tits, as well as her bed, even splashing onto the floor. Sophie's tits bounced violently up and down on her chest, smashing into her face and splashing milk everywhere. Her clit, so engorged it had grown to over twice its original size, now jerked visibly with each orgasm. 

Finally Becky withdrew her fist, bringing with it a flood of pussy juice. "You're gonna fuck me now, you dumb cunt," she growled, reaching underneath her pillow. She produced a huge dildo, nearly twice the size of her own fist and the length of her forearm. Handing it to Sophie, she got on all fours and spread her soaking twat lips. Sophie wasted no time jamming the brutal dildo deep into Becky's pussy. She drove it so far in that Becky screamed in pain before squirting out her juices in an overpowering orgasm. As she continued to fuck the girl's stretched cunt, Sophie licked and sucked on her asshole, driving her tongue deep into the tiny little anus. Becky came again and again, screaming as she soaked the sheets.

---

When Sophie came to, she was draped over Becky's naked body, one hand on her gigantic tits, the other lodged in her own twat. Still horny, she managed to hump Becky's leg without waking her until she coaxed out a pleasant orgasm. Wiping her dripping pussy off on the sheets, Sophie rose and left the room.

She made her way to the atrium, where she found another group of women lying together underneath a tree. She walked right up to them, and to her surprise, they acknowledged her for the first time. 

"So you've finally taken the pill, yes?" one of them giggled.

Sophie grinned cordially, sitting down next to her in the grass. "You can tell?"

"Of course," the woman said, grinning. "Look at your pussy."

Sophie was almost embarrassed by the sheer amount of juice that was streaming constantly from between her thighs. The woman seemed to sense this, and she spread her own legs. "Don't worry, we're all like that."

Her own pussy was as fleshy as Sophie's, and leaked a steady stream of juice. Reaching down, the woman stroked her clit just once and exploded in orgasm, squirting her juices onto another woman's face.

"Oh god, Melissa, do you have to show off like that?" she chuckled good-naturedly, crawling forward to lick Melissa's pussy.

"Can I...can I try?" asked Sophie tentatively. 

Melissa looked up at her. "You've never eaten pussy before, have you?" she asked gently. Sophie shook her head.

The girl who was eating Melissa's twat paused for a moment to look up at her. "Damn, girl, you have some nice titties. Why don't you eat my pussy? I'll show you how."

She spread her legs wide and Sophie dove right in. The girl had a big, fat clit that poked out from her sopping pussy lips, and Sophie lapped eagerly at it. The girl squealed in delight, pushing her cunt into Sophie's face.

Sophie licked and sucked on her clit, ducking occasionally between her thighs to drive her tongue deep into the girl's slippery pussy. She orgasmed frequently, squirting juices onto Sophie's face. Finally she pushed Sophie away.

"Damn, girl, you have a gift!" she exclaimed, looking up momentarily from Melissa's pussy. "Come back and eat me anytime. I'd be happy to return the favor—mmpph!" She was silenced as Melissa drove her wet twat into the girl's mouth, exploding in an orgasm that soaked everything within a radius of several feet. 



The Harem Slave Ch. 07



Sophie found that now, wherever she went, everyone said hello. Most introduced themselves and some even helped themselves to Sophie's delicious tits, often without asking first. Sophie didn't mind. She was so horny constantly that she was having trouble satisfying herself. 

In the porn room, she found a lone woman toying with her clit. She got down on her knees in front of the woman and began eating her pussy without even saying hello. The woman bucked and moaned and within moments was squirting her juices everywhere. She rewarded Sophie with her own tongue, lapping at her engorged clit eagerly. Sophie left the woman soaked in pussy juice and breast milk. 

Nothing seemed to satisfy her. Dozens of women ate her pussy, fisted her cunt, or squirted their own juices down her throat. Yet still, she lusted for more. Her cunt lips were raw and puffy from use, and her hole ached. Her clit screamed for relief, having been engorged to over twice its size for nearly 12 hours. Sophie couldn't cum enough.

Doctor Stevens found Sophie lying on a bench in the atrium. He recognized the signs that the pill was working immediately—her enlarged breasts, nipples, clit, and pussy lips, the stream of juice leaking from her twat and the twin rivers of milk leaking from her nipples.

He sat down next to her. "Hey, baby girl."

She smiled lazily at him. "Hi, Doctor."

"How are you feeling?" he asked, rubbing her belly.

"Horny," she sighed, rolling onto her side and propping her head up with one hand. Her massive tits spilled onto the bench in front of her, jiggling and leaking milk as they did so.

"Attagirl," he chuckled, wiping a droplet from her left nipple and sucking it off his finger. "Need to piss?"

Sophie thought for a moment. "A little, yeah."

"Why don't you stand up here and piss in daddy's mouth, huh?"

Sophie grinned. Standing up on the bench, she turned around and pressed her ass against his face. She released a stream of piss, forcing it into his mouth. Stevens drank it eagerly, lapping at her cunt. 

When she finished, Sophie climbed down and lay in the grass at his feet. "Need to piss?" she giggled, jiggling her enormous tits provocatively.

Stevens smirked. Standing, he undid his pants and pulled out a sizeable semi-hard cock. Pointing it painfully down at her prostate body, he released a stream of piss which coated her tits, face, and pussy. Sophie squealed, rubbing the golden liquid all over her body. Stevens knelt down, straddling her, and forced his cock into her mouth. He pissed another pint of urine into her willing mouth, watching as she swallowed it eagerly.

When he was finished, he pulled his dick out and wiped it off between her tits. "Thanks, baby girl."

Sophie giggled, squeezing her nipples until milk squirted onto his chest. "You're welcome."

Stevens looked around for a minute, then bent over her. "Listen, baby, I'm not supposed to fuck you girls, aside from that first time, but...meet me in the clinic in five minutes, okay?"

Sophie giggled like a drunken college student.

---

Sophie crept inside the clinic, hoping no one was watching. The glass walls everywhere made it difficult to hide any activity. Luckily, night had fallen and not much could be seen anyway.

Suddenly she was grabbed and hauled across the room. She was thrown to the floor behind the examination table and a dark figure crawled on top of her. "Hey there, little girl," Stevens growled.

A hand descended over her mouth while another gripped her throat, completely cutting off her air supply. Her thighs were forced apart and a long, thick cock slammed into her exposed pussy. Sophie couldn't make a noise, but her eyes widened in fear as the doctor raped her juicy cunt over and over again. Finally he released her throat and she gasped for breath, but he quickly tightened his grip again when she started to scream.

"Shut the fuck up, you little slut," he growled. "You're gonna take every inch of my fucking cock until you beg me for my cum." He took his hand off her mouth and slapped her hard across the face. While she whimpered quietly, he reached between her ass cheeks and dislodged the plug from her anus, forcing it into her mouth. His dick quickly took its place in her ass, ramming deep into her bowels again and again. He put her legs up onto his shoulders, giving him complete access to the depths of her vulnerable ass. He slammed into it again and again until tears streamed down her face.

At last he let out a cry and pumped stream after stream of sperm into her rectum. She felt her bowels fill with hot cum. Even as she was raped, she felt her body respond, and suddenly she was squirting her own cum onto her attacker.

Stevens laughed. "You little slut," he muttered, withdrawing his dick from her used anus. "I knew you'd like getting raped."



The Harem Slave Ch. 08



Sophie had made friends with the girl whose pussy she had eaten in the atrium. Now, lying in bed with Sabrina, she slid a long jelly dildo casually into her snatch. Sabrina had the other end of the monstrosity lodged in her ass and was running a high-powered vibrating egg over her clit. Sophie toyed lazily with Sabrina's thick, fat nipples, squirting milk from them from time to time.

Suddenly the door opened and the old maid stepped in. "Girls," she announced cheerfully. "You're wanted in the living room."

That could mean only thing: Master. Sophie hadn't seen him since him since that morning before her medical examination. She felt a sudden longing and, pulling the dildo from her pussy, she leaped up eagerly. "Let's go, Sabrina!"

The maid chuckled. "Oh, not like that, you won't. I'm to prepare you for your visit. Both of you must bathe first, then prepare yourselves appropriately."

Sophie frowned at Sabrina, but the girl was already on her feet, having dislodged her half of the dildo, and was following the maid out of the room. Sophie trailed behind through hallway after hallway until they reached a room she had never seen before. 

Although Sophie had never been to Rome, she imagined they were what the Roman baths must look like. The floors were made of polished black marble. Periodically, the floor rose into waist-high, marble pools filled with steaming hot water which was continuously kept full via a pipe at one end, while simultaneously emptied through a pipe at the bottom on the opposite end. Some of the pools were recessed, their bottoms more than three feet below the main level. Marble benches were everywhere, piled high with clean white towels and fragrant soaps. Flower petals floated in most of the pools, releasing their own soft, pleasant fragrance into the steamy air. As always, the floor-to-ceiling windows lit the room with a most natural light. During the evening, as it was on this occasion, the fading light was supplemented by the warm glow of candles.

Although the room was large, and Sophie expected it to be filled with dozens of women, there were only a few here and there. Sophie inquired about this oddity, and the old woman chuckled.

"Ah, my dear, this is because these are the Master's personal baths, and no one bathes here without his permission. You are most fortunate to be given such an honor." Sophie gazed about with renewed wonder. 

"Now, you girls are to bathe here, with one command only—there is to be no urination or defecation within the pools. There are toilet holes around the edges of the room for such necessities." The old woman patted a pile of towels. "You are to use these to dry yourselves. I'll be waiting outside for you. Now don't dawdle, you two."

As the old woman exited the room, Sophie and Sabrina grinned at each other. The old woman had selected a recessed pool, and the two girls descended into it by way of the shallow stairs on one of its sides. The water was delightfully warm.

"It feels so good," Sophie murmured, leaning back to dip her long hair into the water. Sabrina slid beneath the waters, submerging her entire body in its fragrant depths. When she rose again, the water ran off her large breasts in tiny rivulets, sparkling as it dripped off her nipples. Although the effects of the pill were beginning to stabilize, and her horniness becoming tolerable and more within her control, Sophie found herself riveted by the sight of her lover, soaking wet and completely naked. She bent down and slid one of the long, thick nipples into her mouth, sucking gently on it. Sabrina moaned softly, caressing Sophie's dripping hair, pulling her closer, urging her on.

Sophie needed little encouragement. She gripped Sabrina's shoulders in her hands and pushed her back until her ass hit the side of the pool. Lifting her up onto the edge, she spread Sabrina's long legs and dove between them. Sabrina moaned loudly as Sophie sucked on her hood, tickling her clit with her tongue. Her fingers caressed her swollen pussy lips, easing them open, sliding inside. They found her g-spot and began to stroke in and out, her tongue lapping faster at her hardening clit. 

Sabrina's moans increased. One hand held Sophie's head against her damp pussy, the other squeezed her own heavy tits. She toyed with them as she drew closer and closer to orgasm, encouraged by Sophie's now practiced tongue. Sabrina was nearly there, breathing Sophie's name again and again, when a sudden, expectant cough caused her to open her eyes.

The old maid stood over the two of them, her arms crossed, glaring down at them as though they were two naughty schoolgirls caught smoking in the girl's bathroom. Sabrina gave a start, but something held her back from pushing Sophie away. Something seemed odd about the old woman. She couldn't quite place it, until the woman uncrossed her arms. Her outfit fell open, revealing her naked body underneath. Although the sight was revolting, Sabrina couldn't help but notice that the woman was clearly turned on. Juices slicked the woman's thick thighs, and her enormous nipple were rock hard. Sabrina relaxed visibly.

"That's a good girl," the woman whispered softly, "don't stop." The maid spread her legs and began to toy with her clit, rubbing her own nipples as she watched the young women. So involved in pleasuring Sabrina, Sabrina hadn't noticed the old woman at all and carried on, unaware of her presence. Sabrina lay back again, closing her eyes and allowing Sophie to continue. As she writhed on the warm marble floor, she caught sight of the woman, frigging herself furiously, her eyes riveted on the girls. When Sabrina came, screaming and squirting her juices all over Sophie's face, the woman began to come too. Her own breasts, sagging yet still massive, swung pendulously as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, panting and groaning.

When Sophie looked up from Sabrina's sopping twat, she saw the old woman standing over her. Her legs were spread, and her fingers pulled her long, thin pussy lips apart. "Lick me, please," she begged.

Sophie groaned in disgust, pulling Sabrina down into the water and away from the woman. "Sabrina, what the hell is going on here?!"

The maid looked down at her body; suddenly ashamed, she began quickly buttoning her outfit. "I'm so sorry," she muttered. "I—I don't know what came over me. I'll be waiting outside."

When Sophie and Sabrina had bathed and toweled off, they joined the maid out in the hallway. She seemed to have regained her composure, and now led them briskly off in the direction of their rooms.



The Harem Slave Ch. 09



Sophie emerged from her room, unsteady in her heels. Her face had been heavily painted with makeup, her lips lacquered a deep red. Her hair, brushed until it shined, was piled high on top of her head and cascaded around her face in loose ringlets. Although these things made her feel ridiculous, she glanced down at her outfit and winced; this was even worse.

She had been given a black satin mini dress, but when she had put it on, she found there was even less to it than she thought. Thin spaghetti straps held up the tiny piece of fabric which barely contained her massive breasts. In fact, a wide slice had been cut out of the fabric directly across her tits so that her nipples were revealed, as well as the severe cleavage between her jugs. The dress clung to her waist and hips, ending just below her ass cheeks. Small slices of fabric had been cut out here, too: one across the ass, revealing her crack, and the other across her pelvis, revealing her shaved mound. She had been instructed to shave everything, and the dress she wore accentuated this fact. On her heels she wore a pair of six-inch black stilettos with thin straps that wound around her calves and tied just below her knees. She had also been given a small feather boa which she wore around her neck.

Having adjusted one of her heels, Sophie proceeded to Sabrina's room. Her lover had dressed also, and was putting the finishing touches on her own bright red lips. When she turned to face Sophie, she smiled, visibly embarrassed. "How do I look?"

Sophie was speechless. Her girlfriend, already stunning to begin with, was simply breathtaking. Her hair was pulled severely back into two messy, spiky buns. Two tiny strands had been left, framing her soft, rounded face. The makeup she wore accented her Asian features, as did her outfit.

Sabrina's mini dress was made of black satin as well, but sprinkled with red embroidered cherry blossoms. Sleeveless with a mandarin collar, it opened in the front to reveal not only her chest, but her breasts as well. The fabric framed the underside of her bosoms, allowing them to spill out of the dress, completely revealed save for one strip of fabric which stretched across her nipples. A button held the strap together in the center, allowing easy access if one so desired.

The dress sloped down her curvy figure, ending as Sophie's did beneath her buttocks. Instead of having slits up the side, however, this dress was slit all the way up to her waist in the front and back, revealing her ass and pussy when she walked. She wore black patent leather open-toed pumps; Sophie could see her finger and toenails had been painted red to match the cherry blossoms.

Sabrina smiled. "Let's go, huh?" The two of them left her room and followed the maid to the living room.

The Master was in his customary place, reading a magazine and sipping on what looked like a Jack and Coke. Indeed, when he offered a sip to each of the girls, Sophie found it was exactly that.

"You ladies look absolutely stunning," he said genuinely, if not a bit casually. He rose and kissed each of them on the cheek, the perfect gentleman. Sophie noticed that instead of his usually somewhat sloppy appearance, he had donned a fitted black suit. Although he still wore a bit of a five o'clock shadow, and his thick black glasses allowed him to retain a bit of his rascally look, he seemed even to have styled his hair for the occasion.

"What --is- the occasion, you might ask," he said, winking slyly at Sophie. "Well, you might. Sabrina already knows, don't you, sweetheart?"

Sabrina nodded. Sophie frowned, glancing at her companion in surprise. "What do you mean?"

The Master chuckled. "Good girl, Sabrina. I'm glad you haven't told her. I wanted it to be a surprise for our newcomer." Turning to Sophie, he held out his right arm, and she took it. "Consider it...an initiation." Sabrina joined him on his left arm, and the three of them proceeded out of the room and down a hallway Sophie hadn't noticed before (there seemed to be plenty of these). Suddenly they turned a corner, and there was the elevator.

Like the rest of the apartment, it too was made almost entirely of glass. Sophie stared down at the city below, watching it grow bigger and bigger as they descended all the way to the bottom.

When the elevator stopped, the three of them stepped out into a most magnificent ballroom. Ceilings in excess of forty feet were hung with elegant chandeliers, casting light into every corner of the grand room. 

People were everywhere. Ladies dressed in the most elegant of gowns and men in tuxedoes mingled, sipping drinks and nibbling on hors d'ourves. Sophie was filled with excitement until she remembered what she was wearing. Glancing down, she saw her nipples peeking out of her dress, and she was ashamed.

The Master, however, took no notice. He led his ladies across the room, greeting guests left and right. Everyone stared at the girls. Most of the women glared while their husbands and boyfriends gawked and leered, often openmouthed. Sophie noticed that Sabrina stared straight ahead, taking no notice of the attention. She followed suit as best she could.

The Master procured Sophie and Sabrina each a martini from a passing waiter's tray, acquiring another Jack and Coke for himself. He sipped it as he mingled, though his visits were always brief, and he seemed always to be heading in one direction.

Finally he reached the far corner of the room. Here a doorway led out of the building and into an atrium, surrounded by high stone walls. A stream flowed through the garden, forming a pool in one corner. Near the pool was erected a large elevated pavilion.

There were many people lingering near the pavilion, but the Master stopped to speak with no one, leading his women up the stairs onto the platform. There were two couches there, as well as a table, where the women were instructed to place their drinks. Facing the crowd with a girl on either side, the Master addressed his guests.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began. Then he squinted, scanning the crowd. He coughed, seemingly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, let me begin again. Gentlemen."

The crowd laughed at his little joke. Smiling, the Master went on. "Many of you have already met Sabrina. She has served me for the past two years, and I am very proud of her. Sophie, however, came to me just a few nights ago. It is my pleasure to introduce her to you tonight."

A hand on Sophie's lower back guided her forward a step, and she stood, looking out into a growing sea of masculine faces. The crowd clapped and whistled. She stepped back next to her Master, her heard pounding in fear.

"Those of you who have paid in advance were given a ticket with a number. You will take your turn in the proper order. As for the rest of you, once the others have finished, you will be given a chance as well. My girls are first-come, first-serve, but please remember that the party ends tomorrow morning at five o'clock."

Sophie's eyes widened in fear. She looked over at Sabrina, who smiled back at her confidently. 'If she can do this, damnit, so can I,' thought Sophie. Taking a deep breath, she forced her own smile.

The Master looked at his girls. "Be good. Don't fight, or you will be punished." He kissed both their foreheads, then led them back to the couches, Sabrina on the left and Sophie on the right. "Good luck, ladies."

Taking a seat in an armchair on the edge of the platform, he roared, "Number one!"



The Harem Slave Ch. 10



The first gentleman on the list bounded eagerly up the stairs of the platform. Looking to be in his mid-thirties, he was tall and attractive enough. He handed his ticket to the Master and announced, "I'd like Sabrina." The Master nodded, waving the man on.

Sophie watched in horror mingled with fascination as the man unzipped his tux pants and pulled out a decent-sized cock. Sabrina was lying on the couch with her legs crossed at the knees. The man spread them wide and climbed on top of her. Wasting no time, he eased his cock into her waiting pussy.

"God, this bitch is fantastic!" the man yelled, pumping his dick repeatedly into her snatch. "She's so fucking tight!"

Although she lay back passively, Sabrina moaned, clearly enjoying herself. She kept her arms at her sides, but whenever the man positioned her body, she accepted the adjustment docilely.

After five minutes, a bell rang, and the man increased his speed. Ramming into her harder and harder, he let out a yell and pumped his cum deep into her cunt. Sabrina moaned too. When he pulled his dick out of her, his cum spilled out onto the couch. Sabrina smiled at him. "See you next month," she said with a smile.

The second man was older, probably in his mid-fifties, Sophie estimated. He announced that he'd like to try "the new one", and Sophie's heart skipped a beat. She lay back on the couch as she'd seen Sabrina do, but when the man approached her, he ordered her to kneel on the couch, bent over the back of it. Sophie obeyed, trembling.

She felt the man lift her skirt, then felt her ass cheeks being spread apart. "Aha, what have we here?" The man had his hand on the plug in her ass, and was about it pull it out, when the Master's voice rang out. "Leave the plug alone, Mr. Jackson."

Dejectedly, the man settled for Sophie's pussy. He got behind her on the couch and rammed his semi-stiff, dry cock into her twat, wet more from habit than arousal. He reached around and squeezed her titties, bouncing them up and down as he slid into her. Sophie tried to moan, but his cock was simply too soft and too small to feel much of anything. He came mere moments after he had begun, his cock slipping out in the excitement and squirting all over the back of the couch. Pulling up his pants, he grumbled, "Bitch is looser than a five dollar whore."

This continued for hours. Sophie and Sabrina were each fucked over forty times, although being the new girl, Sophie suffered quite a few more than her lover. Both had their mouths and pussies reamed repeatedly, although Sabrina's was the only ass the Master allowed anyone to touch. Sophie's dress had been removed after her tenth partner; Sabrina's lasted much longer, but in the end, she too was stripped naked. 

By the time all of the pre-paid customers had been satisfied, Sophie's hair had come down, her dress ripped to shreds, her shoes pulled off her feet, and her body covered in cum. She had had enough massive cocks to sufficiently turn her on, and her pussy was a flood of her partners' cum as well her own.

Sabrina looked no better. Her hair was messy, although it still remained pulled back. Her ass was raw and red. Her pussy was swollen, her nipples nearly twice their natural size. She was also covered in cum, although some of it had been washed off with piss. She looked exhausted.

The Master stood and approached the two girls. "You've done very well, ladies. Now you may take a small break. There are drinks inside, and if you wish, you may wash yourselves off in the pool beside the pavilion."

The girls eagerly left the pavilion and waded into the pool. It was deeper than it first appeared, and they were able to easily submerge their bodies in its cool waters. Laughing and splashing each other, they momentarily forgot their troubles. And indeed, in spite of the callousness of the whole situation, neither girl seemed to mind being fucked again and again—the pills they took saw to it that their bodies at least could not only endure the attention, but take pleasure in it as well.

"Let's go get something to drink," said Sabrina eagerly, taking Sophie by the hand and pulling her out of the pool.

"But...but look at us!" Sophie exclaimed.

Sabrina looked at her. "You look hot, baby," she giggled. "But no, we won't go in like this. Here, put this on." She handed Sophie one of two robes that had been laid out beside the pavilion. Each robe was made of a sheer, shimmery fabric that cascaded all the way to the floor. They buttoned down the front, stretching tightly across the girls' breasts. Each gown was trimmed with a thin ribbon of matching satin. Sabrina's was red and Sophie's was violet.

Buttoning her robe, Sophie was distinctly aware of the fact that the sheer fabric concealed nothing. Nevertheless, once they were both dressed, she allowed Sabrina to lead her back into the ballroom. 

"Why are these people here?" she demanded softly, clutching at Sabrina's arm. "I don't understand how this can happen in such a public place—unless we're in Nevada, prostitution is illegal!"

Sabrina smiled coyly at a passing waiter as she selected a drink from his tray, making sure to turn her body so that he couldn't possibly miss her enormous tits. She figured he was a new hire; unlike the other staff, he stared wide-eyed at her straining breasts and hard, fat nipples, unable to tear his eyes away even when she began to laugh at him. "Come see me tonight, boy," she said merrily, winking coyly at the dismayed young man before she sashayed away.

"This isn't Nevada, as far as I know," she said to Sophie. "But I do know that the Master is a very, very rich man, and he has a great deal of influence in this society. He has several business that he runs, apart from this one—this simply allows him to break even."

"Break...even?"

"Well, he pays money for us," Sabrina explained patiently. "He has to make it back somehow."

"I see," Sophie murmured, satisfied for the moment. "So all of these people, these women...they don't report this to the police?"

Sabrina grinned. Shaking herself free from Sophie's arm, she walked slowly up to a man dressed impeccably in a fine white tuxedo. Ignoring the woman at his side, she slid her arms around his neck and pressed her tits against his chest and her lips against his own. After a minute, she pulled away. "Officer Edwards," she murmured into his ear, smiling softly. "How good of you to come. Why didn't I see you earlier this evening?"

The man blushed, looking guilty. "Well, I...damnit, Sabrina, the wife's suspicious. She's checking my bank account on a daily basis and monitoring my credit card purchases and all of that, so I...well, where the hell was I going to get $100 without her noticing?"

Sabrina frowned, her disappointment genuine. "Then I won't see you at all tonight?"

The man exhaled. "I don't suppose so."

"Let me talk to him for you. I'm sure he'd be happy to give you five minutes on the house."

Shaking his head and smiling, he muttered, "You're a hell of a girl, Sabrina. You go talk to your Master. I'll wander out when the night gets going again."

Sabrina kissed him once more and, flashing a sweet, winning smile at his girlfriend, she turned and collected Sophie. "We should get you a drink.

"Oh, and the cops?" she said, smiling. "They're already here."



The Harem Slave Ch. 11



Round two was quite similar to round one, but much less gentlemanly.

After finding a blended margarita, the girls returned to the pavilion. Sophie was glad to be out of the ballroom where every woman shot daggers at them, some quietly vocalizing their disgust behind gloved hands. She liked the attention from the men, however, who stared at her like she was a goddess. Despite this, and perhaps because of it, she found being so utterly exposed in public was beginning to turn her on. She was happy to return to the pavilion where she knew her desires would be satisfied in one way or another.

The women ascended the stairs of the platform where the Master greeted them with a broad smile and a kiss on the forehead. The girls' couches had been removed and replaced with identical pieces; these, however, were clean and not soaked in cum and piss. Sophie returned to hers while Sabrina lingered to ask the Master about the friend she had met earlier that night. She watched the two of them and decided that her wish had been granted; Sabrina walked back to her couch with a dazzling smile on her face.

The girls removed their robes and lay back on the couches, smiling at each other across the platform as the Master gave a second, less formal introduction. Sophie sipped at her margarita as she waited, enjoying the pleasantness of the alcohol as it seeped quickly into her bloodstream.

They didn't have long to wait. The first man in line paid his $100 and nearly leapt onto Sophie, straddling her tits and shoving his dick in her mouth. She choked at first, but once she caught her breath, she was able to suck him deep into her mouth until the head of his cock met the back of her throat. She reached up and cupped his balls, massaging them while she sucked his dick.

During the first round, the men were given a choice which girl they would like to use. This meant that often, only one of the girls would be fucking at a time. Round two was much different. In order to service as many buyers as possible, the next man in line was instructed to take his turn on whatever girl was available. 

So while Sophie was sliding this stranger's dick into her mouth, Sabrina was taking a big, black cock up her tight ass. The man used no lube and fucked Sabrina ruthlessly for five minutes while she screamed as loud as her lungs would allow. When he came in her ass, he slapped her upside the head and dismounted, wiping his dick off on her ass.

Indeed, most of the men during the second round were ruder and more violent than the first. Sophie's fourth partner spent his five minutes slamming his cock in between her tits while he slapped them, and her face, repeatedly. The seventh face-fucked her violently, slamming his cock harder and harder until it slid down her throat, nearly causing Sophie to vomit.

Sabrina's first five customers rode her ass, some of them pulling her hair while they did it, others pummeling her tits like punching bags. Her tenth customer pissed in her hair and mouth. Then he forced her to lift her legs up into the air until her back was vertical, and then ordered her to piss so that it splashed down onto her face and tits.

Sophie was forced to eat asshole after asshole, although the favor was occasionally returned in spite of the plug still firmly lodged in her ass. This made her squeal and wriggle and drizzle pussy juice onto the couch.

Finally a church bell in the distance pealed out five times, and the Master declared the night officially over. Even after the crowd had reluctantly dispersed, one man waited at the bottom of the stairs. Finally the Master beckoned to him, smiling broadly. "C'mon, Eric. Sorry to make you wait."

The two men embraced heartily before Eric proceeded to Sabrina's couch. Instead of just pulling out his dick like the others, he stripped off his clothes until he sat naked on the couch. His body was lean and muscular, his cock long and thick, rising a good nine inches from his large balls. Sophie could see the moonlight glinting off a barbell shoved through his frenum.

Looking over at Sabrina, Eric immediately began to stroke his dick, moaning with pleasure. As if she knew exactly what he wanted, she began to play with her tits, bouncing them up and down and jiggling them. She sucked on her own nipples and smothered her face between the two massive jugs. Eric continued to jack off, producing a smear of precum that leaked from the tip of his cock.

Sabrina leaned back and lifted one leg over the back of the couch, offering Eric a full view of her sopping pussy. She began to play with her twat, swirling her fingertips over her clit and sliding a few fingers into her hole. Juices began to stream out of her cunt and onto the couch. Sabrina leaned back her head and moaned.

Suddenly Sophie felt a hand on her shoulder. "Go put your fist in that sweet little pussy," the Master whispered in her ear, his eyes riveted on Sabrina's cunt. Eagerly, Sophie jumped up and made her way over to the other couch, where she knelt on the floor in front of Sabrina and pulled her fingers out of her twat. Sabrina's eyes snapped open in surprise, but closed again as Sophie's fingers replaced hers, sliding easily into her warm, wet hole. Eric moaned even louder at this turn of events, watching Sophie slide two more fingers into Sabrina's pussy.

She pushed her fingers in to the knuckles, then began to ball her hand into a fist, forcing her whole hand into Sabrina's tight cunt. Sabrina squealed with pleasure, her fingers toying eagerly with her nipples. As her hand slid deeper inside, Sophie felt hands on her hips. They pulled her up onto her knees until her ass was in the air, then began to caress it. They massaged the round, supple globes of her ass cheeks, intermittently stroking the soft, tender flesh. Sophie moaned, sliding her knees apart. The hands eagerly began to play with her exposed pussy, toying with her clit and gently slapping her juicy lips.

Suddenly there was a pause, and Sophie glanced over her shoulder to see Eric positioning the head of his cock at her dripping entrance. He glanced up and looked into her eyes as he sank his large dick into her pussy. Sophie squealed, feeling the steel balls on either side of his cock slide against the walls of her cunt. As Eric forced the last inch into her tight hole, his heavy balls swung pendulously, slapping gently against her mound. 

Once he was inside her, however, he was no longer gentle. His eyes locked on Sabrina's fisted cunt, he began slamming into Sophie's pussy again and again, his hands gripping her hips for leverage. She screamed with pleasure, pumping her fist in and out of Sabrina in rhythm.

Eric began to smack her ass, hard, delivering stinging slaps to each cheek. When they turned bright red, he closed his fist, slamming it against her ass as he would a slap. Sophie couldn't take this. When one of his fists hit the butt plug, pushing it momentarily deeper into her ass, she began to cum all over his big, fat cock. Eric felt her pussy begin to spasm around his shaft and pulled out, moaning at the flood of Sophie's cum that followed, gushing out onto the floor.

The effect was too much for Eric, and he began to cum too. Jacking his dick and groaning, he sent ropes of semen across Sophie's back, over her head and onto Sabrina's heaving tits. A few spurts decorated Sophie's ass before Eric finally collapsed on top of her, utterly spent and breathing heavily.



The Harem Slave Ch. 12



The maid appeared to lead the two girls upstairs. Donning their matching robes, the two ran off arm in arm, giggling like schoolgirls. Exhaling a stream of smoke, the Master watched them go. "Sexy little things, aren't they?"

Eric took a drag off his cigarette. "Like nothing I've ever seen before in my life," he murmured. Then, exhaling: "You're a lucky man."

The Master grinned at him. "I know." He sipped his Jack and Coke, looking up into the early morning sky. "You working tomorrow, Eric?"

"Nah, man. Boss gave me the morning off. He knew what kind of state I'd be in."

The Master smiled. "Why don't you come on upstairs with me and the girls?"

Eric blinked. "Jesus, man, I'd love to. Really?"

The Master chuckled. Tossing his jacket over one shoulder, he descended the steps and proceeded into the ballroom. Eric followed, nearly trembling with excitement.

Once out of the elevator, the Master led Eric into the living room. He got him another drink and indicated for him to sit. Eric kicked off his shoes and stretched out on one of the couches covered in satin pillows and blankets. With one arm tucked behind his head, he sipped at his drink, allowing himself to relax.

The Master bent over a record player for a moment, and suddenly some pleasant tones began to play.

"Sinatra," Eric murmured. The Master only smiled.

He tossed his jacket onto the back of another couch and took a seat in his usual armchair. Glancing at his companion, he raised his Jack and Coke. "Cheers, mate."

Eric grinned. "Cheers, man. So where are the girls?"

The Master took a long drink. "They're in the baths right now. They'll be sent out here when they're finished."

--

After a long and relaxing bath, the girls toweled off and put on new matching robes. These were made of satin, but the edges of the robes were lined with a soft, fuzzy material. The robes buttoned just underneath their chest, revealing deep cleavage that was framed by soft, fuzzy clouds of fabric. Sophie's robe was pink and Sabrina's baby blue. Once they were dressed, the maid put their damp hair up in messy buns high on top of their heads, then led them off in the direction of the living room.

The sky was still dark, and all the candles had been lit. When Sabrina saw Eric, she squealed with joy, running over to embrace him. Sophie smiled as well, blushing a little—she had cum all over this man's cock not an hour earlier.

She sat down on the floor next to her Master, resting her head against his knee. He smiled, leaning down to rub her back gently. "My good little baby girl. How are you, sweetheart?"

She smiled up at him. "I'm doing very well, Master, thank you."

"Good," he murmured. "Do you need to shit?"

Sophie nodded. Her ass had been bothering her for hours now.

"You may go to your room to do so," the Master said kindly. "Leave the plug out when you are finished."

Sophie smiled at him gratefully and rose, rushing from the room. She ran down the hallway, feeling the plug begin to loosen from the strain. When she reached her room, she scampered to the hole. Pulling her gown up, she crouched over the toilet. Immediately her anus began to dilate, forcing the plug out. She didn't care that it fell into the hole, focusing only on the relief as a huge log of shit slid steadily out after it.

Sophie looked between her legs, watching the fat, meaty log dangle from her ass. Never having watched herself take a shit before, she was fascinated. Impulsively, she rolled over onto her back and drew her knees up to her chest, giving herself a clear view of her asshole. The log now rose six or seven inches into the air, swaying as she pushed out another inch and then another. It finally broke and fell, rolling away out of her sight. The shit continued to push out of her ass, however, until every last inch of the log squeezed from out of her tight anus. Sophie watched her asshole spasm, closing slowly after such a large bowel movement. She began to piss, squirting the golden liquid straight up in a little fountain. It splashed back down onto her pussy and ass, soaking her. When she had emptied her bladder this way, Sophie pushed out another small log of shit, moaning and massaging her hard little clit as she watched her anus open. 

When she had finally finished, she sat up. She pulled off her robe, hoping none of her activities had soiled it. Then she reached down into the hole to fetch her plug. It was shallow enough for her to easily access the bottom even without putting her elbow in the hole. After sifting around a bit, she found the large rounded piece of silicon and withdrew it. Setting it aside, she picked up the pieces of shit that had missed the toilet and tossed them down the hole. Sophie wiped her body off first, then soaked up the puddle of piss that had collected on the floor. She rinsed out the towel and hung it on the edge of the bathtub. She cleaned the plug too with soap and water.

Her robe, Sophie noticed with relief, had escaped any filth or stains. Drawing it back on, she buttoned it from her chest down to her navel. Grabbing the plug, she rose and exited her room, returning to the living room with a bounce in her step.



The Harem Slave Ch. 13



When she entered, the Master rose, giving her a look unlike his usual pleasant smile. "Sophie and Sabrina, please stand and remove your robes."

The girls did so. Sophie quickly forgot the Master's earlier look as she once again bared her stunning body before Eric. He stared at the two girls; his cock grew noticeably hard in his pants. They delighted at the attention, running their hands up and down their bodies.

"Now get on your hands and knees, girls," the Master ordered. "Rub your asses together."

Facing away from each other, Sophie and Sabrina began to gyrate their asses against one another, smearing pussy juice all over them in the process. They moaned with pleasure.

"Eric," the Master instructed, handing him a firm, thick double-ended jelly dong. "Slide one end into each of the girls' pussies."

Eagerly, Eric leapt up. He slid one end into Sabrina's sopping pussy, then the other into Sophie's. "Now fuck them, sliding it back and forth." Eric did so eagerly, pumping the dildo vigorously into the girls' twats. They moaned and squealed with delight.

"Okay, let them take over," the Master instructed. Eric released the dildo and the girls began to thrust their hips back, sliding it in and out of their pussies themselves. "Now take your dick out, Eric."

Eagerly Eric pulled his cock out of his pants. When the Master instructed him to force it into Sabrina's mouth, he knelt down in front of her and did so, face fucking her violently. He glanced up to see the Master forcing his own dick into Sophie's mouth. This sent shivers down Eric's spine. His balls slapping against Sabrina's chin, he fucked her mouth harder and faster.

When he was on the verge of shooting his load down her throat, the Master ordered him suddenly to stop. Eric pulled his dick out obediently. "Take your clothes off and lay down on the couch, Eric."

Eagerly, the young cop did as he was told. He didn't hear the instructions given to the two girls, but as they spread his legs and crawled between his thighs, he found out easily enough. They began to suck him off, sliding his dick first between one set of lips and then the other. The girls shared wet, open-mouthed kisses over his cock, often allowing their tongues to lap at the tip. Sophie began to suck his dick into her mouth while Sabrina licked up and down the shaft. The two would alternate, and Eric would find his dick in Sabrina's throat while Sophie sucked on his balls. Sometimes the girls would both lick his cock up and down in unison, staring up at him with wide, excited eyes.

Eric caught movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced up to see the Master positioning himself behind Sabrina. He felt her moan on his cock as her ass was suddenly violated. He watched the Master stroke in and out of her sweet ass several times before pulling out and sliding his dick into Sophie's asshole. He did this, going back and forth, while the girls pleasured Eric with their mouths. He was in heaven.

--

Eric was once again ready to cum all over both Sabrina and Sophie's pretty face when the Master pulled his dick out of Sabrina and ordered them all to stop. He told the girls to sit on the couch next to Eric with their hands behind their backs, allowing him full access to their huge titties. Eric moaned as four massive breasts were shoved in front of him. He began to squeeze and jiggle and bounce and slap them, toying with all four stiff, milky nipples. The girls squealed and pressed their jugs against his chest.

Suddenly Eric moaned. A mouth was on his cock, sliding it deep inside. He couldn't see past the girls to identify who was sucking his dick, but it felt so good he didn't care. These women were all hot and very talented, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Close to coming, he reached out and lifted Sophie's left breast to her lips for her to suck, and suddenly he stopped. Eric's dick deep in his throat, the Master managed to crack a smile as he looked up at the shocked young man. He slid Eric's cock back out and said casually, "I hope you don't mind."

Eric's cock was pulsating. Despite his confusion, he longed to shove it back into the Master's throat and cum. His desire must have been visible in his face, for the Master chuckled. Stroking Eric's dick, he said, "Not just yet. You're going to satisfy me now, Eric."

Confused and more than a little frightened, he watched as the Master released Eric's dick and turned around, still on his hands and knees. "Sophie," he called out, and she obediently rose and knelt down behind him. Eric watched her slide her tongue into her Master's asshole, lapping at it like it was an icecream cone. Her lover bucked and moaned at every movement of her tiny tongue.

Finally he ordered her to return to the couch. "Prepare Eric's dick for me, babygirl," he moaned.

Eagerly, Sophie straddled Eric's hips, positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She then began to toy with her clit, rubbing it back and forth. Juices began to drip from her twat onto the head of his cock until they ran down the sides of it. When Sophie decided his dick wet enough, she climbed off of him.

The Master glanced over his shoulder. "Come here, Eric," he instructed. "Fuck my ass with that perfect dick."

Eric couldn't believe what he was doing. He rose from the couch almost eagerly, falling to his knees on the pillows and blankets and pushing his dick into another guy's asshole. It slid in easily, although it wrapped around his cock more tightly than any girl's ass he had ever had. The Master moaned loudly, pushing back onto Eric's cock. This was so hot that Eric began to pump into him hard and fast, gripping his lover's hips to aid him. After a few minutes, the Master yelled that he was going to cum. Without even touching his dick, cum exploded from it, splashing his belly, thighs, and the floor beneath him. This was too much for Eric, and he too began to cum. Pumping his load deep into another man's ass, he yelled louder than he had during any orgasm in his life.

Wrapped in each other's arms, the girls watched the two men collapse on the floor together. They masturbated eagerly at the sight of their sexy Master kissing this hot, muscular young man; panting and gasping for breath, he returned the kiss with equal fervor.



The Harem Slave Ch. 14



Although Eric had to late that morning to go to work, he promised the three of them that he would return after his shift. He kissed all of them, the Master last of all, enveloping his lean frame in his powerful arms while he drove his tongue hungrily into his lover's mouth.

All three were exhausted, so instead of going off to their individual rooms, they collapsed onto the floor of the living room, wrapping themselves in various silk and satin blankets. Sophie slept on one side of her Master with her head in his lap; Sabrina occupied the other, resting her head on his shoulder.

Sophie awoke in the early afternoon. Sabrina had disappeared, but her Master was reclining on the couch, doing a crossword puzzle and listening to a Citizen Cope album. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt and jeans, complete with the usual tousled hair and thick black glasses. He smiled at her when she stirred. "Morning, babygirl."

She smiled up at him, stretching lazily. "Good morning, Master."

His smile faded into a frown of concentration. "Caspian Sea feeder? Damn, I knew I should've studied geography more in high school."

Sophie was too busy toying with herself to respond. Immediately horny, she had spread her legs and started rubbing her clit, moaning softly. The Master glanced down at her and smiled in approval. "That's my good girl." Sophie moaned at the praise.

Abruptly one of the doors to the living room opened, and the old maid entered. "Master," she said politely. "One of the cowgirls needs your immediate attention."

"Who is it?" the Master asked, glancing up. "And what's the trouble?"

"It's Chloe, and she won't say," the maid replied, obviously irritated. "She simply insisted on seeing you right away."

Sighing, he sat up and set the crossword puzzle aside. "Well, it seems I need to make a house call. Would you like to join me, Sophie?"

Although it sounded like an invitation, Sophie knew it was more of a demand. She fought the urge to decline and continue pleasuring herself. Instead, she nodded and rose to her feet. The Master led her out of the room, down a hallway, and onto the elevator. He did not seem to mind that she was stark naked, so Sophie decided she didn't care either.

At the ground floor, the Master led Sophie out of the elevator and through a door immediately to their right. The ballroom was just as grand in the afternoon light and devoid of guests, and Sophie longed to linger there. But duty called.

She followed the Master outside and across a small field, still enclosed by the high wall. A small shed, almost like a barn, stood next to it. Sophie wondered how the animals could smell so clean, but as she stepped inside, she quickly discovered the answer.

There were no animals in the barn at all. Rather, along one wall, in a series of small, shallow stalls, were a dozen women. Some lay stretched out in the hay, although most were on their hands and knees. All of them were naked, wearing only a collar around their necks that chained them to the wall of the barn.

Sophie drew nearer. She could now see that all of the women had unbelievably massive breasts that rested in the hay beneath them. Attached to each of their nipples was a pumping device that seemed to suck the milk from their breasts, piping it away into large chilled receptacles stored at the far end of the barn. The air was filled with the sound of mechanized pumps.

One of the girls sat up as the Master approached. Her huge tits made the effort almost impossible, and indeed her top-heavy chest sent her sprawling on her back. That's when Sophie realized that she was pregnant.

Her stomach was absolutely huge. It rose above her, swollen and distended; she was clearly not far from giving birth. The woman lay there helplessly, wallowing in the hay, at the mercy of her own swollen body. 

The Master stood over her. "Now come, Chloe, what's all the fuss about?"

Chloe batted her large doe eyes at him. "Master, I can no longer even attempt to reach my pussy. I am constantly aroused, but I can't pleasure myself. I am in agony."

The Master rolled his eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you that the farm boy is here to look after you, in every way?"

Chloe whimpered. "He refuses to touch me, Master. He says my fat, swollen body is disgusting." Her eyes brimmed with tears. "No one has touched my pussy in four weeks."

"Well, I'm sorry, Chloe," the Master sighed. "I'll have to have a talk with that boy."

He knelt down in front of her and spread her legs. Her pussy was indeed sopping wet, swollen like the rest of her body. Leaning down, the Master began to lick her aching snatch. Chloe squealed, spreading her legs wider. 

The Master sat up and unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down around his knees. His cock was less than rock hard, but as he watched Chloe begin to play with her heavy, milk-filled jugs, it began to stiffen. He positioned it at Chloe's dripping entrance and shoved it in to the hilt. The girl screamed with pleasure.

Sophie watched in fascination as the Master slammed into the girl again and again, her distended belly rubbing against his stomach and chest. He lifted one of her fat tits up to his lips and sucked on the thick nipple, guzzling the milk that gushed out of it.

Finally, after stroking his cock in and out of her cunt, the girl began to screech. Pussy juice spurted out around the Master's dick, soaking the straw beneath him. When her orgasm subsided, the Master pulled his still-hard dick out of her and stood, straddling her swollen body. Knowing what he expected, she sat up and took his cock in her mouth, sucking it deep into her throat. She was expecting to suck him off until he came in her mouth, but after only a few strokes, he pulled himself free and let her fall back into the grass. Tucking his dick back in his pants, he turned and led Sophie out of the barn without so much as a glance back at the pregnant woman.

"Selfish lying bitch," the Master growled as he stalked across the field and into the ballroom. "The farmboy never misses a day and she knows it."

"If she's lying to you, why did you give her what she wanted?" Sophie asked, hurrying to keep up. They stepped into the elevator, and as it began to rise, the Master leaned back against the glass and sighed. "They serve me well," he said, "and I need their milk."

Sophie chanced another timid question. "If you'll pardon my asking, Master...why didn't you cum?"

He turned and gave her a mischievous smile. "I'm saving that for tonight." 



The Harem Slave Ch. 15



Eric's shift ended at 10:00 that evening. He rushed out to his car without even bothering to change his clothes. He was on the elevator twenty minutes later, his heart pounding and his cock already hardening in anticipation. The old maid met him outside the elevator and led him down a hallway to the atrium. She relieved him of the small overnight bag he carried, handed him a Jack and Coke, and sent him in.

Eric found the Master sitting under a tree with one of his girls on either side of him, playing with themselves. They lay with their legs spread, a vibrator in each of their tight, wet pussies. Sophie wore her usual plug in her ass; Sabrina too had donned one for the occasion. 

"Hey, man," the Master said cheerfully, raising his glass in a casual salute. Eric grinned and raised his own, taking several large gulps.

The girls were, of course, stark naked, and the Master wore a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Eric, still in his uniform, felt a little self-conscious. "Should I, um...should I change?"

The Master laughed. "You're only going to end up naked anyway. But no, for now, why don't you leave it on?"

Eric chuckled, somewhat relieved. He sat down in the grass next to Sophie. She smiled up at him, her eyes nearly blind with pleasure. In fact, even as she opened her mouth to greet him, a scream rose from the back of her throat. Juices began to squirt out from around the vibrator, soaking the grass between her thighs. When she finally stopped screaming, she opened her eyes and looked up at Eric sheepishly. "Sorry, Eric. Nice to see you again."

"Don't apologize, baby," he murmured, staring at her wet cunt. She withdrew the vibrator and a flood of juices poured out after it. "It's all ready for you," she giggled.

Eric unbuttoned his pants and was pulling out his dick when the Master stopped him. "Hey, man, I've got an idea. Why don't you try something else first?" He set his drink down and crawled across the grass to where Eric sat. He unsnapped the holster on Eric's belt and slid out his Glock. "You've got the safety on, right?"

"Of course." Eric's cock twitched, knowing what the Master wanted. He took his gun from him, double-checked the safety, and crawled between Sophie's thighs. He prodded her dripping twat with the barrel of the gun. "Ma'am, are you aware that public nudity is against the law?"

"Oh yes, officer," Sophie moaned eagerly.

"And are you furthermore aware," Eric growled, pushing the barrel just inside her opening, "that public masturbation carries a heavy penalty?"

Sophie nodded, biting her lip. "Y-yes, officer."

"Well, what have you got to say for yourself? Speak up!"

"I—I just couldn't help myself," Sophie moaned. "I was so horny and it feels so good to lie here naked in the grass."

"I don't care how good it feels," Eric hissed. "This'll teach you to break the law."

As he said this, he forced the entire length of cold, hard plastic barrel into her pussy. Sophie squealed at the sudden intrusion. It was harder than anything she'd ever had inside her cunt before, and she loved how unyielding and punishing it felt.

Then Eric began to slide the gun in and out of her. Sophie squealed, feeling another orgasm build as the barrel stroked her g-spot again and again. 

"Oh officer, please, forgive me!" she gasped. "I'll never do it again!"

Eric slammed the gun into her cunt, hard. "You're damn right you won't. From now on, you're going to ride in my squad car, up in front next to me, and you're going to suck my dick whenever I tell you to. And I'm going to take you back to the station, and you're going to service every last officer with that hot, sexy body of yours."

Sophie began to squeal. "Offic—officer, your gun...your big gun is going to—"

"Cum for me, baby. Rust my Glock with your pussy juices." He pumped it in and out, faster and faster. "Cum or I'll drag you down to the jail and let a real rapist split that pussy open."

Sophie couldn't take it any more. Letting out a scream, she began to cum, filling the barrel with her juices and gushing the rest out onto the grass. Her cunt was still spasming as Eric withdrew the gun and held it up to her lips. She opened her mouth and drank her own cum as it spilled out of the barrel.

Suddenly she felt the plug in her ass begin to slide out. Her eyes snapped open as it was wrenched free from her tight asshole. She gasped as Eric rubbed the butt of his baton against her slippery pussy. Then he moved it down to her loose anus.

"You're a bad girl," Eric growled, "for getting my gun all wet. It's probably inoperable now." He slid the tip of the wide baton into his ass. "That's property damage, and of a police officer, no less."

Fighting back the urge to squeal with pleasure, Sophie managed, "Oh, officer, I'm so sorry. Your gun felt so good in my pussy I couldn't help myself."

He drove the baton into his ass another inch. "Maybe a whore such as yourself should learn to control her own body."

Sophie nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir, of course. I'm so sorry. Please, don't slide your big, fat baton into my tiny asshole. It hurts so much."

Eric pushed it in further. "Tiny? Look how easily it slides in. Your ass is used to this kind of abuse, isn't it, you dumb whore?"

Sophie began to stroke her clit. "Yes, sir."

"And what's this?" Eric demanded. "Public masturbation? Again? Have I taught you nothing?"

"No sir, I'm such a disobedient, stupid little whore," Sophie squealed. "Punish me. Rape my ass with your big stick."

Eric did. He shoved the baton as deep into Sophie's ass as he could, then pulled it out again. She screamed when he slammed it back in, but after several more strokes, she began to cum again. This time there was nothing to block the juices, and she sprayed her cum all over Eric's uniform. When her orgasm finally subsided, the front of his shirt and pants were soaking wet. Sophie collapsed onto the lawn, utterly exhausted. 

Eager to alleviate his rock-hard dick, Eric left his baton lodged in Sophie's ass and crawled over to the Master, who waited patiently for him. 



The Harem Slave Ch. 16



The Master smiled broadly as Eric began to unbutton his shirt. "She's a wild one, isn't she?"

Eric smirked. "I have never seen anything like her. Ever." Casting his shirt aside, he pulled off the wifebeater he wore underneath, revealing a chiseled chest and six-pack. Eric also removed his belt, then lay back in the grass, rubbing his dick through his pants.

The Master stripped off his shirt as well. "Eric, come here. Why don't you let me suck on that perfect dick."

Eric's pants and boxers were off in a flash. He wasn't sure what to do, but the Master indicated for him to straddle his shoulders. Eagerly, Eric crouched on all fours with his dick hovering over his lover's mouth. Beads of precum gathered on the tip of his cock in anticipation.

He let out a moan as his cock was suddenly enveloped in the Master's warm, wet mouth. He slid it all the way back into his throat, then back out again. He reached up and gripped Eric's ass, pulling him down until his balls slipped into his open mouth. Eric moaned as the Master sucked on his large, heavy testicles, his fingers wandering up to play with Eric's asshole. Eric had seldom explored his anus, and although the Master's fingers pressing against his tight hole felt uncomfortable at first, he began to enjoy the gentle pressure.

He moaned as the Master returned to sucking Eric's cock, sliding it in and out swiftly between his lips, letting Eric's balls slap against his chin. He moaned on the thick, hard shaft, sending shivers through Eric's body. Eric could feel the pressure starting to build, felt his balls begin to tense up.

When the head of his cock suddenly pushed into the Master's tight throat, Eric lost it. With a holler, he began to pump cum straight down his lover's throat. The Master was able to take every last drop without choking until his esophagus was coated with Eric's semen. Finally he slid the softening dick from his mouth and swallowed, coughing with the effort.

Eric sprawled out on the grass, utterly spent. He was so completely wrapped up in post-orgasmic bliss that he did not notice when the Master rose over him. He didn't even really respond when his legs were forced up and placed on the Master's chest. It was only when the slippery head of the Master's large cock slid past his anal ring that his eyes snapped open, and he began to fight.

The Master growled. "You enjoyed yourself a moment ago, now you will lie here and take this. The calmer you are, the less it will hurt."

Eric's heart pounded in fear, but he stopped struggling. His ass ached, but he was growing used to the sensation. The Master's cock slid in somewhat easily until his balls came to rest against Eric's ass. "Your ass feels so. Fucking. Good," the Master growled. "I love how you obey me so well."

Eric glowed at the unexpected praise. He was surprised to find himself responding physically as well—-his cock twitched almost imperceptibly, and his anus tightened around the Master's cock. 

The Master felt this, and moaned at the sudden vise-like grip around his shaft. He gazed down at his lover, waiting patiently as Eric's ass adjusted to the sudden intrusion. When Eric began to visibly relax, he started to slide his cock back out.

Eric groaned. The sensation was uncomfortable, but he knew his cock was already beginning to harden again. When the Master's dick slid back into his ass, he let out a long, low moan.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you," the Master growled, gripping Eric's hips. He began to fuck Eric's ass, nice and slow, but deep. Eric's cock was now rock hard, and he reached up and began to stroke it. All the pain had gone, and his ass only felt deliciously full. As the Master began to fuck him harder and faster, his fist flew up and down on his cock. It was slippery with precum.

Moments later, the Master felt himself suddenly on the brink of orgasm. "I'm gonna cum in your perfect ass," he groaned, driving his cock deep inside once more, "and you're going to take every last drop." As he began to fill Eric's bowels with his cum, Eric's cock too exploded in orgasm, shooting ropes of cum across his chest and shoulders. One spurt even landed over his head.

After a moment, the Master pulled his softening cock out of Eric's ass, watching his cum drain out in little spurts. He let Eric's legs down and crawled between them, kissing and licking his lover's still-hard cock. Eric was nearly immobilized by post-orgasm bliss, but let out a moan of pleasure, reaching up to run his fingers through the Master's messy black hair. 



The Harem Slave Ch. 17



Sophie spent many weeks in the apartment, pleasing the Master and the other women he kept in his harem. She had slowly grown accustomed to her highly aroused state, learning to satisfy her urges at more appropriate times and in more appropriate ways (although she never did apologize to Becky). She quickly became one of Eric's mistresses, satisfying him several times a week, often before or during his visit with the Master. She saw Sabrina less and less, although she seldom regretted it. The other women were less attached to her and preferred to remain acquaintances rather than lovers.

One day Sophie was swimming laps in the pool. She had been granted permission to wear a bathing suit so that her massive breasts would not get in the way. The suit was still ridiculously low-cut and made of a thin, white fabric that allowed her nipples to show through.

Pausing for breath in the shallow end, Sophie glanced up to see the maid gazing down at her. "What a fine swimmer you are, my dear," the woman murmured, leering at Sophie's cleavage. 

Sophie winced. "What can I do for you today, madam?"

"Oh, child," the woman said, beginning to rub at the crotch of her uniform. "There are so many things you could do for me. But alas, the Master won't allow it. And anyway, there is someone else who demands your presence now. You will remove your bathing suit and make your way back to your room."

Sophie climbed easily out of the pool and stripped off her suit. The maid nearly salivated as her huge, wet tits sprang free. Her fingers rubbed faster and faster at her crotch. "Will you let me suck on them, just once?"

Sophie sighed. Averting her eyes, she lifted one of her heavy jugs and offered it to the woman. The old maid immediately began to suck on the nipple like a baby sucking on its mother's teat. She eagerly guzzled the milk that sprayed from Sophie's nipple, flicking it with her tongue until it was rock hard.

At last Sophie pulled away. The old woman blushed, collecting herself. "I'm so sorry, I..."

"Don't mention it," Sophie muttered, leaving the pool room at a brisk pace. She did not see the old woman fall to her knees and pull up her long skirt, revealing a dripping pussy. She didn't even hear the muffled moans as the woman toyed with her clit, bringing herself to orgasm again and again.

It was late evening, so her room was quite dark. Sophie opened the door cautiously, sensing someone inside. "Hello?"

A voice came from the bed. "I hear there's a very naughty, dirty little girl who wants to give an old man the time of his life."

Sophie frowned. This was not what she had expected. Aside from that evening in the ballroom and her visits with Eric, the Master had never instructed her to fuck anyone. Shrugging, she proceeded to the bed. "Yes, sir, I am a very dirty girl."

She could make out a figure lying underneath the covers. Climbing onto the bed, she pulled back the covers and straddled his small frame. "Are you a dirty boy?"

The man chuckled. He reached up and began to squeeze Sophie's breasts. "You have some nice big titties for such a little girl. My wife's aren't bigger than a handful."

Sophie winced. The old fellah was still married! "I bet your wife is a fox in bed."

The old man began to laugh, although it diverged into a wheezing cough. "She's cold as ice. Frigid, I believe you call it. But you...such a dirty little girl. They say that's all you do is fuck, all day long."

Sophie blushed, realizing that his caresses as well as his words were beginning to turn her on. "That's true. I hope you've got a big cock to fill my needy little pussy."

The man laughed. "Oh, I do. Although I hear you like a good ass fucking more than anything else."

Sophie let out a moan. "Yes, sir."

"Daddy," he corrected her. "I want you to call me Daddy, and pretend that you're my sweet little girl. Now how does that sound?"

"That sounds like fun, Daddy," Sophie said, playing along. "How do you want to fuck your little girl?"

"Well," the old man mused. "How about we give your cunt a try first? Then if you're any good, I'll slide my dick into my daughter's dirty little ass."

Sophie felt something push against the entrance to her pussy. She eagerly impaled herself on it, and found herself stretched by a thick if not rather short dick. She moaned a little, rocking back and forth on the man's shaft. "Oh yeah, that feels so good."

"Put those big jugs in my face, little girl," he moaned.

"Oh yes, Daddy," Sophie moaned. She could barely make out his form lying on the bed, but it was enough to know where to aim. She leaned forward and thrust her gigantic tits into his face. She was rewarded with a moan and a frantic licking at her right nipple. She squealed and rutted into his pelvis even harder. Suddenly he grabbed her hips, hoisted her up, and began slamming into her pussy like a jackhammer. Sophie moaned in surprise and pleasure, allowing herself to be fucked by this older man.

After awhile he slowed his vigorous pace and pulled out of her entirely. "You've got a tight little pussy, make no mistake," he murmured. "But I just have to give that ass a try."

Sophie felt a hand between her buttocks, and let out a long, loud moan as the plug was pulled from her ass. Two fingers automatically replaced it, pushing into her anus. "Mmm, just as I expected," the man chuckled. "My little girl's ass is tight and juicy."

He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. Sophie squealed as the thick shaft penetrated her rectum. The old man moaned, juggling her heavy tits as he pushed into her. His cock slid in and out, making Sophie shudder with pleasure. Her sloppy cunt dribbled all over his pelvis, and still he fucked her.

"Oh yeah, Daddy, fuck my ass," she moaned. "That feels so good."

The old man slapped her fleshy ass. "Yeah, you like that? You like it when daddy shoves his big fat dick in your pretty little butt?"

"Oh yes," Sophie moaned. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long. Just don't tell Mommy what a dirty girl I am."

"Mommy already knows how bad I want to plow you," he muttered. "Ever since you turned 18, prancing around the house in those skimpy little outfits...I jacked off over you so much, it's a wonder she didn't throw you out on the street."

Sophie sat up, crouching on her heels as she bounced up and down on his dick. She played with her own tits, sucking on her nipples hungrily. Suddenly she felt the old man's cock begin to pulsate. "Baby girl, here I come!"

With a yell, he grabbed Sophie's hips and slammed deep into her ass, pumping his cum into her intestines.

When he had finished, Sophie stood, straddling the old man. She reached back and spread first her asscheeks, then her asshole, sending a hot gush of cum splashing down onto his chest. When the last drops finally fell, Sophie climbed off the bed, eager to get rid of this man. He had pleasured her, but there was something creepy about him that she couldn't put her finger on. Above all, she wanted him out.

"Baby, you felt so good," he praised her as he put his clothes back on. "I don't know how I'll ever go back to my wife now."

Suddenly he paused. "Shit, I can't find my wallet. Would you turn a light on? I'm always losing this damn thing."

Sophie rolled her eyes, but obediently switched on the lamp next to the bed. She crossed her arms in front of her breasts to hide them from the old man's leering gaze, but as he looked up at her, they rose to cover her face instead. "Oh my god!" she shrieked.

"What is—oh my god!" The old man rushed to her side, but Sophie pushed him away. She jerked the door open and ran down the hall, her tits bouncing awkwardly in front of her.

The Master was stretched out on a sofa in the living room as usual, drinking a Jack and Coke and reading Jack Kerouac's "On The Road." Sophie collapsed on the floor at his side, nearly in tears. "Master...why?"

He glanced up from his book briefly. "Sophie, it's business. You're the best I've got."

"But—but—" Sophie stammered, disbelief etched across her face. "He had his cock in my pussy...in my ass!"

The Master sighed, setting the book down. "Yes, baby girl, I know he's your father. But he wanted you. Now, granted, he didn't know you were his daughter, but how was I supposed to know you'd find out?"



The Harem Slave Ch. 18



Sophie didn't see the Master for several days after that incestuous evening. He knew she was furious with him, and decided to give her a few days to cool down. Even when the old man returned the next day to purchase another evening with his daughter (this time knowingly), the Master turned him away. Shamefacedly, the old man had confessed to many years of lusting for her, and offered twice Sophie's usual price for a chance to put his dick in his daughter again. The Master reluctantly declined. 

After such a magnanimous act, however, Sophie was deeply in debt. Exactly seven days after that fateful evening, the Master decided to cash in.

Sophie was sitting alone in her room, reading a book while she ran a vibrating bullet over her clit. So fully engrossed in both activities, she was unaware of the Master as he watched her from the hallway. Through the glass walls, he watched her orgasm again and again, falling back onto the pillows with each overpowering wave of pleasure. Once it subsided, she calmly picked up the book and returned to her reading.

Finally he decided she had had enough. He opened the door and stepped inside. Sophie dropped the book and glared up at him. "What do you want?" she snapped.

The Master was standing over her before she could take a breath. One hand gripped her throat, the other her tiny wrists. Sophie suddenly found she could no longer breathe.

"You will show some respect for the man who has fed, clothed, sheltered and pleasured you for the past month and a half," the Master growled, inches from her ear. "Do not become so self-absorbed that you forget your place. I own you, and I could take your life at any moment."

His fingers tightened, and Sophie was suddenly unable even to gasp or wheeze. Her heart pounded. The light began to dim.

With a sigh of disgust, the Master released her, throwing her forcefully back onto the bed. Sophie gasped, sucking air into her aching lungs. He waited, watching tears stream down her face as she struggled to breathe. When at last she lay still, he continued.

"Because I have spared you from further humiliation, I feel you owe me a favor." His voice was calm, but anger twisted his words curiously. "You will attend a party I am throwing this evening. It will be a small affair, and I guarantee you will be the belle of the ball."

He left the room without so much as a glance back at the startled girl. Sophie lay in bed, shaking, until the maid came to fetch her.

--

The party was not in the ballroom, as Sophie expected. Instead, the maid led her to a room about ten floors below the apartment. It was a small, dimly lit room filled with couches and a fireplace in one corner. By the firelight, Sophie could make out more than a dozen figures. All of them turned to look at her as she entered.

As she walked unsteadily towards the group, she felt someone come up beside her. The Master's voice in her ear was calm but forceful. "You will kneel on all fours on the table in the center of the room. You will do everything you are instructed to do." 

Before she could take a step, she felt something clasp around her neck. It was cold and heavy. Looking down, she saw a thick chain hanging from her neck. A forceful slap on her ass sent her stumbling awkwardly towards the table with chain dragging behind her.

Sophie climbed onto the table. It was long, low, and wide, much like a coffee table, constructed of sturdy metal and a thick piece of glass upon which she now knelt. 

Her outfit was like a silly school girl's costume she might have worn for Halloween. A tight white crop-top tied below her chest, while a plaid micro-mini skirt sat around her hips. Bent over, her massive tits bulged out of the shirt, threatening to spring free at any moment. The skirt didn't even attempt to cover her ass—only a tiny pair of tight white boyshorts offered her any protection. She wore black thigh-high back-seamed stockings and a pair of black patent leather stilettos. Her hair was pulled back into two long, messy pigtails and she had been given a pair of plastic black-rimmed glasses for the occasion. The only thing that seemed out of place was the iron collar around her throat and the long chain hanging down in front of her.

One of the men stood and picked up the end of the chain. There was a clasp on the end of it, and he attached this to an iron ring secured to the fireplace in front of her. The man chuckled. "She's not going anywhere now, boys! Let's have some fun!"

Sophie's heart pounded. She suddenly felt a hand on her ass. It caressed her round, smooth ass cheeks, lifting the skirt just a little. An accented voice announced, "Gentlemen, I think I'd like to go first."

Suddenly a man came into Sophie's view. He forced a tube between her lips and gently commanded her to drink. As liquid began to flow into her mouth, Sophie obediently began to guzzle it, swallowing mouthful after mouthful. It took a moment for her to realize it was some sort of alcohol, but she continued to swallow it, breathing through her nose.

Minutes past. The men clapped and whistled as she drank more and more. The tube was changed two times, and still she continued to drink. Sophie felt her belly begin to swell with liquid, although the alcohol was enough to dull her senses. She continued.

Seven minutes had passed. Sophie felt as though she would burst. As the last few mouthfuls gushed through the tube, she spat the tube out, gasping. "Please, no more! I can't take any more."

Sophie expected retribution, but the man only set the contraption down and patted her on the head. "There's a good girl."

He sat down. She waited. Minutes passed. Her vision was beginning to blur. Her belly ached. It hung down below her, giving the impression of a six-month pregnancy.

And then she realized suddenly that she needed to pee. Badly.

"Please," she cried, staring wildly around her. "Someone, I need to use the bathroom."

Several of the men chuckled, but most just continued to stare intently at her.

"Please, for the love of god, I can't hold this much longer!" she begged. "Look, you've gotten me drunk, that's what you wanted, now let me pee, please!"

No one said a word.

Sophie moaned. "I will fuck the first man who lets me go. He can have anything he wants. My pussy, my ass, my mouth, anything. Please!"

No one moved.

A groan escaped from Sophie's throat. A tiny droplet of wetness appeared on her panties between her thighs. "Unnngh," she moaned. "I can't...I can't hold—"

The patch suddenly began to spread. The entire strip of fabric that covered her pussy began to darken. Then suddenly the wetness began to seep through, and a few droplets of piss dripped from her panties. In moments it became a stream, splashing down onto the table, soaking Sophie's stockings. She began to cry as more and more liquid flooded from her panties. It became a powerful stream, not merely gushing from her pussy but spraying in a glittering arc several feet behind her. She was rewarded with a groan, and turning to look, discovered she had soaked the man seated directly behind her. She felt vindicated for a moment until she realized he was masturbating. Her piss was only aiding him, lubricating his thick shaft.

Moments passed. Someone stood and pulled her panties down around her knees. Even in such a degrading position, Sophie found she couldn't stop pissing even if she wanted to. The liquid simply kept coming. Tears ran down her cheeks. Her head spun.

Someone commanded her to roll over onto her back. Sophie did so obediently and found herself laying in a puddle of her own piss. The urine continued to spray from her pussy.

She was instructed to put her knees up and lift her ass off the table. She did so, and the arc lifted high into the air, splattering the crowd. A cheer arose from the audience. Sophie closed her eyes in humiliation.

At last the flow slowed to a trickle, eventually ceasing altogether. Sophie collapsed on the table, wet and pitiful and very, very drunk.



The Harem Slave Ch. 19



Sophie thought it was all over. But she was wrong. Very wrong.

A man stood and walked up to the table. "Look at this disgusting little whore. She's pissed herself in front of a room full of gentlemen." He reached between her legs and withdrew a handful of gooey, sticky juice. "And look at this, boys. The bitch actually likes it!" He reached up and crudely smeared Sophie's juices across her lips.

"Now I like to see a bitch squirt some piss," he said, "but I'd rather see her squirt some pussy juice. Whaddya say, boys?"

The audience cheered. Sophie closed her eyes.

There was a shuffling of feet and the sound of furniture being moved. Something rolled across the floor and came to a rest in front of the table. Sophie's legs were grabbed and forcibly spread. There was a brief whining noise, and suddenly Sophie felt something nudge at her dripping pussy.

Her eyes snapped open, and she raised her head. To her horror, a large machine sat in front of her, stretching forth a mechanical arm between her legs. Attached to the arm was a ridiculously long, fat dildo. It looked remarkably like a cock, from the pinkish-peach color to the rounded head and the thick veins that textured its silicone surface. Even two large balls hung from the fake dick.

Sophie's eyes widened. The shaft could not have been any less than four inches in diameter and nearly a foot in length. There was no way this monstrosity could possibly fit inside her tight cunt!

Suddenly the dildo began to move. With a whine, it pushed forward into her opening. It was a slow and gentle movement, and Sophie found her slick, wet pussy more yielding than she had expected. The dildo slid back out, then forward again. Sophie's pussy widened easily to accept the tip.

The next thrust pushed forward a bit more. Sophie's pussy stretched wider this time, easily accommodating two inches of big, fake dick. The alcohol certainly helped, especially when another inch and then another was added. Still, Sophie's cunt widened.


Then suddenly the dildo began to move forward very slowly. It didn't stop at four inches, or at five. It pushed back into Sophie's pussy until it nudged her cervix. She screamed in pain.

The machine began to pull the dildo back out, but before it could slip completely out of her twat, it rammed back into her. Sophie screamed again, fresh tears falling from the corners of her eyes. Despite the pain and horror, she remained propped up on her elbows, staring down at her abused cunt, watching the dildo drill her again and again.

Moments passed, and the machine began to increase its pace. It pumped into her faster and faster, pummeling her like a fist. Sophie began to scream. She thought she would pass out from the pain until suddenly, she began to cum.

Juices sprayed out around the fake dick. Each pump produced more and more of the watery fluid, soaking any onlookers. Sophie screamed until she was hoarse, but still her pussy continued to squirt. The dildo continued to drill her spasming cunt. The audience continued to yell and cheer. 

The pace increased. Now the dildo was flying in and out of her faster than any man had ever done with his dick. It pulled back further too, coming completely out of Sophie's pussy before pounding back in. Each time it pulled out, a flood of juice gushed out, followed by another squirt as the dildo filled her up again.

Finally someone flipped a switch, and the machine pulled out of her. A thick stream of pussy juice gushed one last time from her abused hole, then she collapsed and lay still. The machine was wheeled away.

--

Sophie was woken from her momentary nap by a hand on her belly. It was still slightly distended from liquid she hadn't yet expelled, and then hand caressed it tenderly. "Get on your hands and knees again," a voice instructed.

Sophie rolled over, swaying unsteadily. The alcohol had truly begun to take an effect.

"Now lift up one leg," the voice continued. Sophie did so. Her fat pussy lips spread wide. Even in her drunken haze, she knew what was coming. 

"Now piss. Piss like the little bitch you are."

Sophie didn't fight it. She released a stream of urine that arced out onto the floor beside the table.

"Now bark," the voice growled. "Whine like a bitch in heat."

Tears sprang to Sophie's eyes. She made a noise that came out as a sort of, "Ruff?"

"Louder!" the voice commanded her. Someone slapped her ass painfully.

Sophie barked. Loud. She began to whimper and whine and sniffle. She let her tongue hang out of her mouth and she panted. Someone smacked her ass again and she let out a howl.

"Good girl!" the voice praised her. When the last of the piss dribbled from her cunt, the voice ordered her to put her leg back down. She did.

"You know what else dogs like to do?" he asked her. Sophie shook her head.

"They like to sniff each other's asses. Would you like to sniff my ass, you little bitch?"

Sophie nodded obediently.

"Good girl," he said. Suddenly a man appeared in front of her. He bent over, pulling his pants down. Reaching behind him, he spread his ass cheeks wide, revealing his asshole. He pushed his ass back until her face was shoved between his cheeks. "Now sniff it, dog."

Sophie did. She inhaled the scent of his dirty ass, nearly gagging at the smell. She nosed around in his ass crack, snuffling and snorting. "Now you know what else a good little dog does?" the voice asked her. Without waiting for an answer, he said, "It uses its tongue."

Sophie cringed, but obediently, she stuck out her tongue and lapped at the asshole in front of her. The man began to moan, rutting his ass up and down against her face. Sophie heard a slapping sound and realized he was jacking off.

"Good girl," he gasped. "Now slide that dirty little tongue inside my ass."

Sophie placed the tip of her tongue on his asshole and pushed. It slid into his tight anus under a good deal of pressure. Sophie pushed harder and harder, fucking his ass with her tongue.

The man groaned. "Attagirl, attagirl...oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

Sophie slid her tongue in and out as fast as she could as he covered his own chest in semen. When the last few drops spurted from his dick, he pulled away, and Sophie's tongue popped out of his ass.

"What a good little slut," he moaned, tucking his cock back into his pants. "I think she deserves a reward, don't you, boys?"

The alcohol in this tube was stronger and much more foul-tasting, but Sophie was already too drunk to notice or care. In fact, she had barely drank a half-pint of it before the room suddenly grew dark, and she slumped onto the table with a smile on her lips.



The Harem Slave Ch. 20



One of the men rose and slapped Sophie across the face. She didn't move a muscle. "She's out cold," he said, his voice shaky with excitement and anticipation.

The men cheered. Another one stood up and pulled his pants down. His hard dick stood out a good seven inches, glistening with precum. "I'm gonna have her ass!"

"Ooh, I want her pussy!" another exclaimed, yanking his cock out. The two of them hauled her motionless body off the table. They sat down in a big armchair, facing each other, and sat Sophie upright on their laps. As they lowered her down, they guided their dicks into her respective holes. Both men groaned. Sophie was extremely tight, and her pussy and ass gripped their cocks as they began to bounce her up and down. Her big titties bounced too, smashing her in the face.

Sophie was used like this for the next hour and a half. While cum still dribbled from her ass and pussy, she was passed around the circle. Her mouth was fucked a dozen times, although the men were kind enough to shoot their cum across her face or tits instead of down her throat. Her ass was raped again and again, sometimes while she had a dick in her mouth. By the time the men had finished with her, she was completely coated in cum. Even her hair was slick with it.

One of the men took out his flaccid dick and aimed it at Sophie's face, washing the cum off of it with his piss. Soon, every guy had his dick out and was pissing on Sophie like she was a communal urinal. They didn't stop until her unconscious body was drenched again, this time with piss instead of cum. 

Eventually Sophie came to. She was lying on the glass table again, smelling of urine. She coughed, rubbing her eyes; the room was still spinning. Her jaw ached, and her pussy and ass were horribly raw. Looking around, she saw a sea of unfamiliar faces, leering at her abused body. She immediately began to cry.

"Aww, apparently we're not good enough to satisfy this poor little bitch," one of the guys scoffed. He reached behind his chair and pulled something out of a box, then tossed it at Sophie. "Here, slut, if we can't satisfy you, you're going to have to do it yourself."

Sophie held the object up. It was a massive double-ended dildo. The thought of putting something so large into her already destroyed holes made her cry even harder.

"C'mon, whore, we haven't got all night," one of the men growled. "We want to see you masturbate."

Sophie shuddered, but obediently sat up. Spreading her legs, she took one end of the dildo and rubbed the head of it against her pussy, getting it wet and slippery. She slid it over her clit a few times, which surprisingly enough did turn her on. She let out a little moan and slid the fake dick into her twat. The crowd cheered.

"Now your ass! Fuck your own ass!"

Sophie leaned back and lifted her legs up to her chest until her asshole was easily accessible. She took a dollop of her own pussy juice and spread it over her tight hole. Then she began to push the other end of the dildo into her ass. It slid in easily enough, although she still cried out in pain.

"Further! Put it all the way in!"

About twelve inches of dick remained, hanging between Sophie's thighs. She began to feed the dildo inch by inch into her already stretched anus. It felt good, but she was so upset she cried between involuntary moans. When fourteen inches of cock had been crammed into her bowels, and a good eight inches forced into her pussy, she stopped. 

"No, bitch, I don't think so. We told you to fuck yourself!"

Sophie whimpered. Taking the dildo with both hands, she began to slide it out of her widened orifices. When they had been pulled almost completely out, she slid them back in again. This produced an involuntarily squeal, and she did it again. Soon she was fucking herself as fast as she could, cramming the jelly material desperately into her ass. When she came, she pulled the dildo out of her pussy and her cum gushed out onto the table. The crowd cheered and applauded.

Sophie slid the cock back into her cunt and lay back, exhausted. "Please, someone, let me go. Haven't I served you enough?"

One man stood up. "We'll let you go soon enough," he said. "But before we do, I think I'd like a little nightcap. What about you, boys?"

There were sounds of general agreement from the audience.

"Now, I've got a bit of Irish cream here," he said, holding aloft a large bottle of liqueur, "but it seems I have no cream. You're going to help us with that."

Sophie's eyes widened. Did he mean to—no, he couldn't mean that.

"That's right, on all fours, bitch. You just sit there and wait."

Sophie obeyed, closing her eyes. She heard the pouring of liquid and the clanking of glasses. All of a sudden, she felt a hand on her left breast. It forced her enormous teat up, holding it high enough to allow a glass to rest underneath. Then another hand grabbed on to her elongated, fattened nipple and began to squeeze, pulling downward. To Sophie's embarrassment, milk began to spray from her nipple into the cup below.

"Mmm, this looks delicious!" the man exclaimed, milking her heavy tit. The sensation was rather arousing, and Sophie felt her pussy begin to dampen again. Evidently the humiliation of such an act was not enough to quell her rampant sex drive.

When the man had filled up his cup, he removed it and let her tit flop back down onto the table. He took a sip of the beverage and moaned with pleasure. "Perfect. Just perfect."

The rest of the audience followed suit. Sophie had a man on either side of her at all times, milking both of her tits. She was getting so turned on that when someone pulled the dildo from her ass and slid his cock into her gaping hole, she merely moaned with pleasure. He fucked her ass slowly, so as not to disturb her milking, but it was eventually enough to make him shoot his cum deep into her abused bowels. 

Eventually every glass had been filled with Sophie's rich, creamy breast milk. One was offered to Sophie, which she drank eagerly. When the men too had drunk their concoctions, they began to file out of the room one by one, most stopping to thank Sophie for a lovely evening. When she was at last alone, she collapsed onto the table in exhaustion.

She didn't wake up, even as she was lifted into the Master's arms and carried upstairs to bed. Only once she was gone, however, did the cameraman begin to dismantle his equipment.



The Harem Slave Ch. 21



The next morning dawned too early for Sophie. She awoke sore and still exhausted with a bit of a hangover from the vast amount of alcohol she had been forced to consume. Still, as the old maid informed her, it was against the Master's orders to stay in bed, so Sophie rose and bathed herself.

When she was clean and slightly more awake, Sophie wandered out into the atrium. The old maid had instructed her to meet a group of the girls out by the fountain around noon. There were already several girls laying about; some napped in the shade, others splashed in the pool to alleviate the heat of the blazing sun.

Sophie sat down on the edge of the fountain, dipping her feet in the cool water. She was slowly growing accustomed to the sight of so many naked women, but her body still reacted strongly at times. This was certainly one of those times, and Sophie was thankful for the cold, wet marble that cooled her throbbing pussy.

At last the Master arrived, taking note that all of the girls he had summoned were there. He was dressed rather uncharacteristically in a t-shirt, khaki shorts, sandals, and a Boston Red Sox ballcap. His smile was bright and sunny as he greeted his women.

"Hi, girls! I'm sure you're all wondering what we're going to do today." He looked and sounded much like a teacher taking his students on a field trip. The girls gathered around him like a flock of schoolchildren, eagerly awaiting his words.

"Well, I thought we'd have a little fun in the sun and enjoy ourselves in the process," he said enthusiastically. "Now, I've chosen all of you for a very specific reason. You all have a wonderful and amazing ability to squirt when you cum."

The girls looked around at each other and laughed.

"Now I know you may have been self-conscious about it before, but there is nothing to be ashamed of. It's a perfectly natural, beautiful thing, and if I may say so, it turns me on a lot," the Master added, chuckling. "Now, what we're going to do today is this.

"One of you will play 'catcher'. Yes, that is exactly what it sounds like. She will lie in that pool over there while the rest of you girls stand around and squirt pussy juice all over her body."

Some of the girls squealed with excitement.

"Now, being a catcher isn't all that bad. After all, you'll get to masturbate too, and after awhile, we'll switch it up. And besides, who could complain about being covered in pussy juice from so many lovely ladies?"

The girls laughed and applauded.

"Now, I've already chosen the first catcher. Mandy, you'll start. Go lie down in the wading pool."

One of the girls, looking slightly dejected, left the group and got into the empty pool obediently. She laid down in the bottom of it and waited.

"Now, the rest of you," the Master said mischievously, "I want you to start playing with yourselves. I've got a bunch of vibrators here for those of you who need them. Get your pussies nice and wet, but don't cum yet—save that for Mandy."

The girls eagerly began to rub their clits. Most laid down in the grass or on the side of the fountain and spread their legs, revealing hard clits and glistening holes. Sophie grabbed one of the bullet vibrators and, lying in the grass, spread her legs and ran it over her already hardened clit.

Immediately her pussy responded. She felt her juices begin to leak out of her hole as she became more and more turned on. Her fat pussy lips swelled even further, spreading wide in anticipation. Sophie's gasps and moans were joined by many others as the rest of the girls brought themselves to the brink of orgasm.

"All right, stop!" the Master yelled. "Now everyone gather round the pool. I want two girls squirting at a time. In her mouth, on her face, on her tits, it doesn't matter. Just get your pussy juice on her body."

The girls eagerly gathered around. Two girls stepped forward (both with blond hair and big fake tits) and, giggling, began to rub their pussies. One of the girls stepped into the pool, straddling Mandy's body while the other spread her legs and leaned back, aiming her twat at Mandy's face. Rubbing their clits furiously, the girls came in tandem, screaming as they squirted heavy waterfalls of pussy juice onto the woman below. Some of it splashed onto her tits and belly, the rest soaked her hair and face.

"Next!"

Two more girls stepped up, one of them beginning to squirt before she even got within range. She lifted up one leg and sent spurt after spurt straight into Mandy's open mouth. The other girl bent over between Mandy's legs with her ass pointed towards her cunt, frigging her clit furiously until at last her pussy exploded all over Mandy.

She dutifully accepted gush after gush of cum, rubbing her own clit and playing with her nipples. She had been instructed not to cum, however, so she was constantly on the brink of an overpowering orgasm. Her moans and squeals rivaled those of the girls who came all over her body.

This continued for close to an hour. All the girls had satisfied themselves at least once, except for Sophie. It was finally her turn. She went up and stood over Mandy. On a whim, she ordered the poor girl to sit up and open her mouth. Inches away from Sophie's dripping pussy, the girl waited, her eyes shut tight.

Sophie rubbed her clit. Harder. Faster. Her pussy spasmed. A little squirt of juice shot out, landing in Mandy's mouth. Mandy thought she was done, and tried to lean back. Then Sophie squealed. Grabbing the back of the girl's head, she forced her face against her cunt as her pussy lips spread wide to gush load after load of pussy juice. Slippery cum coated the girl's face and tits, and still it kept gushing. Sophie held her there, screaming and gasping, until every last drop of her seemingly endless juices splashed onto the girl's wet, naked body.

As Sophie let go of Mandy and stepped out of the pool, the girls clapped and cheered. "I think we can declare Sophie the winner," announced the Master, a note of surprise in his voice. "You're a regular fucking geyser, baby girl."

Sophie blushed at the praise.

"Here's your reward, sweetheart," said the Master. "You get to take Mandy's spot! And Mandy? You're up first!"