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Rave

By: mrgoodbottom



When I entered the elevator I saw him. He smiled warmly which elicited a smile from me. It could have been a friendly smile between two strangers, but there was electricity I sensed. I turned around and arched my back a little to show the round globe that is my ass while I punched in my floor number. 

I backed away from the key pad, but did not put my back to the wall. I want him to see my ass. There is something about being on a business trip, far away from home, that make s me more confident and free. I take chances. I move one leg forward and put the weight of my body on my back foot. My back is still slightly arched.

"How was your day?" He asks. I turn to face him with a beaming smile.

"Oh, I think I am at the bottom of my game." I answer stressing the word bottom. I hope he gets the hint. "How was your day?"

"I am at the top of my game." He says, stressing the word top. The game is on.

"My name is Michael."

"I am Mark," I answer.

"Would you like to go to a party?"

"I would love to" I smiled.

"Meet me in the lobby at 10"

"I will see you then!"

My heart is pounding and the adrenaline is rushing through my body. I wonder what kind of party? I hope I am not getting in to anything I will regret. I hope I get him in to bed. I wonder what he looks like naked. I hope he's good.

All these thoughts dance through my mind as I shower. Getting out I look at myself in the mirror. I have a runner's body. No fat and kind of thin. I have wide hips and a very round ass that gives way to my long legs. I think I have a very feminine body. Thank god I am a bottom I think. It would be a shame to waste such a nice ass and gripable hips! I chuckle to myself. 

Michael is already in the lobby when I arrive at 9:45. 

"I was a little anxious," I laugh

"Me too" he smiles. "I'll drive"

He takes me in his rental car to the outskirts of town. I start to get nervous as we enter a somewhat industrial area. I should have left a note at the front desk or something else behind incase I wind up missing! He pulls in to a larger hangar like building that is full of cars. 

When we get out of the car I hear the music. This must be a rave. I hear the buzz saw sounds of techno trance music in the next hangar. We walk towards the music and enter the building through a side door. 

The music is deafening and the low beats and throbs resonate in my chest. The relentless rhythm of techno music usually reminds me of the actions of lifeless machines. This is different. The machine like beat is there but the soul is not lifeless. Within it is a primal urgency that surges forward with each metric beat. The urge is to sense, connect, touch, feel, pleasure, experience, explore, suck, pinch, fuck, spank, and cum and cum and cum.

Each beat is another load of man seed shot on the face and in the mouth of a cum hungry lover who wants to get men off. The throbbing mass of men dancing together in synch with the beat manifests the raw sexual desire that drives our passion. Each man, short, tall, muscular and frail, is a fiery flicker of a vast fire of desire. Each is consumed and accepted in to the greater fury of lust. 

The man could be you. You as you grab my head and make me choke down your cock and swallow the long ropes of thick hot seed that erupts from your swollen balls. You as you watch your meat invade my ass and watch the ripples of your thrusts resonate through my round cheeks. You use my body. You own my body. It is your tool to dominate and get you off. You fuck my tight puckered anus and stretch me with your meat. You ram in to me because I am your whore. You cum deep in to my bowels as you marvel at your hard cock thrusting in to my ass. You spank me and use me until your balls run dry.

I feel my heart beat match the music. My cock is aching hard in my tight jeans. I walk to the bar and find a perch. I have lost Michael. I notice some men with out shirts and others in tiny thongs like the one I am wearing. I order a drink and when the bartender comes back I ask, "What did they do with their clothes?" The bartender points to a coat check area with a wall of cubbyholes.

I watch the men dance. They touch each other and grind their bodies together. The ones with out clothes look shiny, like they are covered in baby oil. Hands slide all over their bodies. I see a naked man with three men servicing him. They lick his balls and he smacks his massive cock against their faces. They crown moves in and I lose my view. The image is burned in to my mind. My clothes feel like a jail. I need to be touched. I finish my drink and walk to the coat check with my heart pounding. 

There are other men getting undress there and I take my place among them. I remove my shirt and put it in to one of the boxes. Next my shoes and pants are in with my socks. I am only wearing my thong. I a moment of modesty I decide not to get completely naked. I notice others writing the box number on their palm and I do the same with the pen attached to the box. I turn my box in. I realize there are no prices posted and that I did not pay for my drink. I pass it off as my good luck. 

Long ago I copied a tape from a friend of mine. The tape was exotic and erotic dance for men. When I lived alone I would practice that tape for hours. I used to imagine I was dancing for my lover and coaxing his cock to full arousal with out so much as touching him. The tape was excellent. I learned to move with sensuality. I learned the magic contained in my hips and how to accent my better features through movement. I used this now.

I walked to the dance area as if I were approaching my lover. My hips sway, my back is straight, my legs take measured graceful steps. Hands brush my arms and ass cheeks. I enter the throbbing mass. I raise my arms in the air and bump and grind to the relentless beat.

Hands come from behind, slide up my flat stomach, and fondle my erect nipples. A hard thinly clothed cock slides between my cheeks. I throw my head back in a fit of passion and I feel his hot breath on my neck. One hand continues to softly pinch my nipple as the other reaches for my hard cock. His fingers run up and down my shaft. Pre-cum soaks my thong. I feel other hands run smoothly over my ass cheeks. I am living the most incredible erotic dream!

A large hairy man grabs my waist from the front and pulls me away. He grinds his naked cock against my groin and I feel the sticky warm pre-cum on my leg. His hairy chest tickles my sensitive nipples. His eyes are on fire. 

Very strong hands grab my waist and turn me around. I am greeted with a very muscular Middle Eastern or Indian man. He is smooth and hairless. He too has a dark lustful desire in his eyes. He is uncircumcised and very large in both length and width. He whips me around again and rips off my thong. His huge hunk of man meat slides between my cheeks and he hugs me tightly as we throb to the music. I reach behind me and pull his head to my neck. He nibbles at me and sends electric shivers through my body. 

A wet or lubricated hand stokes my cock and balls. Other hands, similarly wet, slide all over my body. I am lost in the tactile pleasure of anonymous lust. I give my body to these men and they take me. I am parted from my massive Indian lover as waves of hand and lubricated body parts rub some type of lubricant over me. There is a faint sweet scent to the strange oil. My body becomes hypersensitive. My moans are downed by the al consuming music. 

A young man, not more than a boy dances over to me. His hard cock is sticking straight up. The bulbous head is engorged to a bright purple color. He hugs me and our slick bodies rub against each other. I feel his hot sperm erupt as he shivers and humps my body. Then he is gone. Wet tongues from cum hungry men lick my body clean of the boy's seed. My cock is swallowed as strong hands grip my waist. 

A slippery finger slides in to my anus. I feel a hard dick slap my ass. Another finger enters me. Three men are servicing me. My senses are disjointed and flash from sensation to sensation. Two men lick my balls as another chokes down my cock. There are 3 fingers or more in my ass now. Hands are all over me. My nipples are pinched and tickled. Cocks slap against my body. 

I am forced down. A long hard dick slides between my cheeks and rests on my anus. He pushes forward slowly and I yield my body to his manhood. He enters slow and smooth. I am shaking with desire. I push back and swallow his cock past my anus. He pushes ever deeper in me. He feels so hard and big. Deeper and deeper he plunges in to my tight little fuckhole. At last I feel his body meet mine. 

Someone crawls under me and takes my cock in his expert mouth. Others kneel around me and spank me with their cocks or hands. A beautiful penis is offered to me. I take it in to my mouth. I wish I were a woman so that I could offer another hole to fill. I want to be fucked all over. I want their hot loads. 

My topman starts working me good. His cock moves like a piston in to my ass. His machine like rhythm is in time with the music. My balls are massaged as my cock is sucked and licked. I choke down that beautiful penis in frenzied lust. Hot sperm is ejaculated on my body from above. Spurt after spurt rains down on me and I feel each hot droplet run down my fuck frenzied body.

My topman cums in to me. He thrusts so deep and he spanks my ass in forceful blows. Make me your slutty bitch. Fuck me and cum in my ass. Let me get you off lover. Hands smooth the semen all over my body as the owner of the beautiful cock pumps his load in my mouth. I shove his cock deep so he may cum in to my throat. I drink him.

My muscular Indian returns. He pulls me up, kisses me, and guides me to the center of the hangar. Here there is a boxing ring. Men are fucking in the ring. He helps me up and I notice the floor is slick with cum and lubricant. He puts my back against the ropes. Hands grab my arms and hold them against the ropes. He lifts my legs with little effort and my arms and his sexy muscular grip suspend me. 

Using his beautiful dark muscular arms he guides my anus to his waiting hard huge cock. I feel the soft spongy head pressure my asshole. He slides his massive meat in to my hot man pussy. He lowers me on to him. His eyes are burning with desire. Fuck me. I want to milk the cum from your big dick and carry it in my bowels like the good cum whore I am. He thrusts with intoxicating power. I bounce back with the elasticity of the rope. His rhythm is perfect. Each time I bounce back he trusts to make me bounce again. I am a fuck toy for this giant man and I am going to get off. 

I clench my ass to give him a nice tight ride. He pumps and pumps and pumps in to me. Give me your cum. I want your cum. I want you to empty your big swollen balls in to me. FUCK ME! I am screaming with desire. My hard cock is slapping against my stomach. My arms are being held tightly in place. I watch his sexy muscular chest heave. He is looking my in the eye. 

He throws his head back and his scream is drowned by the throbbing music. He cums in to my body. He pushes me against the rope as he ejaculates the last of his seed in to my hungry ass. He pulls his massive meat from me and I marvel at the thought that such a huge hunk of manhood was inside me. My ass feels so empty now, after being so filled.

I stand with my legs shaking. He kisses me again and I revel in the slick muscular feel of his body. He leaves and I drop to my knees. A young sexy thing with a nice round ass drops in front of me. Pushing his face in to the cum slick floor he parts his cheeks for my pleasure. I slap his anus with my dick and push the head in to his puckered anus. 

I grab his hips and slide in to his sexy white body. His body is gleaming from the lubricant and the countless loads of cum that cover his lithe body. I fuck him. I thrust my meat in to this little bitch. Yeah baby! Take my dick. You like that? You little whore. You like my hard dick in your ass? I ram in to him with each utterance. Fuck yeah! You are my little tool. I am gonna work you nice and good you slutty bitch whore. I am gonna cum in your fucking ass you cunt!

With each thrust his face slides on the cum slick floor. His open mouth is oozing thick semen. His eyes are shut and I know exactly how he feels. He is lost in the power of man lust. His hot hole is so nice and tight around my throbbing cock. I feel the beginning rush of orgasm and I fuck him even harder. I pump my cum in to his pretty round ass. Over and over I thrust in to him and fill him with my man load. Oh yeah! Take it you fucking slut. Eat my cum with your tight little young ass. Yeah! 

With my load spent I fall over and lay with my back on the slick floor. My sexy young thing moves over to me and straddles my body. He jacks off and aims his penis at my face and mouth. Others have gathered around and have formed a circle. They too are jacking off. Someone cums and a thick stream of rope like cum spatters the sexy young thing and my face. He cums as well, sparked by the hot load hitting his body. 

I shut my eyes and let his seed shoot all over my face and mouth. I taste him. Others are cumming too. I am washed in a shower of man chowder. I rub it all over my body. The slight salty taste and the smell begin to arouse me again. My cock begins to stiffen...

Rave Camp



We were at a weekend campout rave in the woods in Northern California. It was a very sexy event, with a bunch of younger women and men dancing all night in sexy clothes, taking XTC and generally having fun.

It was the second night, and I was pretty tired. I turned in early. My wife wanted to go dance some more, so I told her to have fun!

I fell asleep after jerking off. The whole time I was imagining my wife, her sexy ass dancing among all those younger men. She is totally hot, and when she left, she was wearing very little as the night was warm. She had on a white see-through dress/shirt thing that opened all the way down the front, high white boots that went up past her knees, a white thong and matching bra. She looked great, and as I lay in my tent, stroking myself, I could imagine her sweaty form dancing, and as I imagined a man coming up behind her and touching her ass...I came. I soon fell asleep, happy.

At about 2:30, she came into the tent and woke me up.

"Sweetie, wake up. I took some XTC that these guys gave me, and I want to stay out with them."

"Sure, Honey, you don't need to ask me to do that."

"Well, these two guys seem really cool, and safe. I just had our Safe Sex conversation with both of them and they check out. I have the chance to 'play' with both of them tonight. I think they both wanna fuck me! I am really excited! Is that OK with you?"

Waking up fully now, I looked at her. She was clearly really high, her drugs had kicked in. She was also visibly turned-on. Her face was flushed and her nipples were sticking out of her bra. She already looked a bit disheveled, but still hot as shit!

"Yes, Darling. Be safe, and have a great time. I love you."

"Thank you, Love! I will bring back some of that juiciness when we are done! I love you!"

And off she went. Wow. This was actually a first for us. She and I had had an open marriage for 7 years now, and she had been with various men over the years. I too have a lover, a very cute, petite woman, who appreciates that my cock is slightly below average size. My wife on the other hand, was still in search of her "Prize Bull" as we joked about it. Since giving birth to our daughter, she had not found what I had to give her quite adequate to make her scream. I could really not give her the "Fuckgasm" that she so deserved. Therefore, while I do fuck her, and we both enjoy our morning ritual, she is mostly silent while I do it. I have heard her with some of her lovers, and I know, we all know, the difference.

As I looked up through the top of the tent, I began to stroke myself again, wondering where they are and what was happening at that moment. I did get hard again, but I also begin to shiver and shake. I was not actually cold, but my body was reacting to the knowledge that she was out there, with two men. I was not jealous, but rather, turned on by what she might be doing.

I couldn't stop shaking, and I couldn't cum, so I got up. I got dressed and I quietly left camp. I began to walk around the campground. Pretty soon, I was skulking around tents, listening quietly. Soon, I knew what I was doing. I was trying to find them so I could listen in. I did hear sex happening a couple of times, but both times, I could hear the woman, and it was not my wife.

After walking around for a while, hearing mostly nothing, I went back to the tent and tried to jerk off again and get to sleep. I could not cum, and the shaking came back. Then I had an idea! Of course! She must have been in our van! I quickly got up again and got dressed and walked through the woods to the parking lot.

As soon as I got there, I knew she was there. She had obviously turned the key to put the stereo on, because even from across the long lot, I could see the reverse lights were shining. I think I had left the van in reverse, so as soon as she turned on the key, the lights came on. There was a very bright security light at one end, so I could not skulk any more. Fearing that someone might be watching, or that my wife and her friends would see me coming if they looked out the window, I walked down the other aisle and when I was near the van, I dropped down into the shadows among the cars, and I crawled to the van.

As soon as I got to the front bumper, I knew what was happening. The van was rocking back and forth, and the shocks were squeaking a little bit. I peeked around the side of the van and I could see that the side window was open, and the rest of the windows were fogged up. And most exciting, I could hear her! She was gasping and breathing heavy, crying out a bit on each exhale. It was so hot. I immediately got hard. 

Then I heard one of the guys, "Turn around!"

Just those words. Wow. The van stopped rocking and shifted as she presumably turned around. Straining to hear, I could make out the telltale slurping of a blowjob. My wife gives the most amazing blowjobs and can take a man deep into her throat until she gags.

While still hearing her suck and choke on a cock, I began to hear the steady fap fap fap of a cock moving hard in and out of her and balls slapping her ass. I also began to hear her gasp and grunt and squeal as she had two cocks inside of her, giving her great pleasure. There I was, in the dirt outside of my van, but the audio and van quaking show was exquisite to me!

I could not help myself. I began to stroke my hard cock, pushing against my shorts in all its 5 inch glory. The pace inside the car was easy to match outside on the ground, without making any noise that would give me away. I heard one of the guys grunt and the other guy seemed to be moaning with pleasure. Her sounds took on an animal quality and settled into a rhythm as the man doing the fucking was not a quick cock artist, but knew how to make himself last. And clearly, my sexy wife was taking her time with the man in her mouth, as there was no sound of the sucking letting up.

This went on for what seemed like 30 minutes without stopping, in fact it seemed to be slowly building in intensity, with only the briefest of pauses.

And then, the man fucking her sped up. And he got wild. The van bumper was bumping into my shoulder harder and harder, and the measured fap fap fap against her ass turned into a chaotic and almost violent slap slap slap. She called out and screamed a little bit and managed to get only one intelligible phrase out:

"YESSSS! FUCK MEEEEEE!"

I nearly came myself, but stopped myself. And I got totally still as I heard the man fucking her punch it, grab her and hold her still. Perhaps it was there sudden, straining stillness that commanded me to stop dead and just listen.

"UUUhhhhnhnhhaaaaaaaa!"

"Yes, yes yes yes yes, oh yes, fill me up!"

I was sort of surprised at those words coming out of my wife's mouth! We had always had a condoms-only policy with other people. Maybe it was just a figure of speech?

We all caught our breath for a few minutes, and I heard them shuffling around again. This time I heard my wife cry out and she began to make a high-pitched moan that conveyed a slow then faster and steady fucking pace. I concluded that the man who had been in her mouth had just entered her. Another few minutes went by and her moaning became muffled as the sure sound of a cock in her mouth modified her vocalizations.

My penis had softened after the first guy had cum, so I held it while listening to the tag team in their switched positions and soon I was hard again. The van again began to nudge me to the beat and again balls against sexy ass punctuated the steamy night. While this guy was also clearly not a premature ejaculater, he was definitely quicker than the first man. His pace got faster after only about 10 minutes, but it also stayed there. Oh boy, I thought, this is what I know my wife to really love. A Fuckgasm is the word we made up to describe what I can only do for her for a few seconds right before I cum. It is when she gets fucked really hard and really fast, and as his pace and power rose, she began to make the Fuckgasm noise, which is really all of her sex noises on full volume and randomly used. Loud grunts, screams, yells, gasping, moaning and even what could only be described as shrieking started to dominate the night. Even though the camping was far away, I was worried for a minute that it would wake people up, maybe even send someone running to see if she needed help.

But I knew she did not need any help. Knowing she was getting full-on Fuckgasm, and it was not ending quickly made me both really happy and really horny. I did not think that I could last as long as he could! I quickened my pace and danced on the edge of cumming for what seemed like forever, but was probably only 10 more minutes. I really wanted to hold on until he came. She was already cumming continuously, as that was essentially what a Fuckgasm was for her.

Again, the van started knocking me harder and the pace slowed just a bit, to accommodate harder and harder thrusts. I stroked harder too as all of us knew what was cumming. The man fucking her must have grabbed her extra hard and jammed every inch he had into her as hard as he could. She let out a sustained primal scream and his dominant yell joined hers as an explosion rocked the van!

And then, it subsided. I looked down to see my own cum all over my shorts, shirt and hand. I felt a little bit ashamed, but dismissed it, because I was also very happy. I was sort of putting myself back together, when I heard the first guy say something, then the van door opened!

I ducked around the corner and made myself very small in the front of the van and held my breath. My heart beat hard. I did not want to get caught! Thankfully, he walked towards the back of the van after closing the door, and I saw his boots walk behind the rear wheels. I slowly peeked around the other corner just in time to see a very large black man stride back to camp. A black man! She had not mentioned that!

Pivoting back to the other side to hear through the window, I heard that she was still moaning quietly. Listening closely, I then heard a steady fap fap fap start back up. He had not even pulled out! The first guy to fuck her must have been that man I saw walk away, and I am guessing that after watching his buddy fuck her, and being sucked, that maybe he had cum again, and was ready to move on. The second guy to fuck her, who had fucked her to Fuckgasm, was not done! My mind reeled. I never did hear a condom wrapper being opened, and after that fuck, I doubt any condom would still be intact or in place! Hmmmm.

I heard a loud bump against the side door and heard this other voice say. "Get on your back!"

They moved positions, and the fucking started right back up again, now not as intense, I heard some kissing, and her pussy sounded really sloppy as he moved in and out of her. They were being very quiet, fucking steadily, but in a relaxed way. I guess he had cum, so maybe he was not super hard. I had cum. Looking down again at the mess on my clothes, I realized that I had cum a lot. I was not hard, even though these new sounds were very sexy. I decided to make my exit, as I did not want to risk getting caught when they finished.

I crawled in the shadows away from the van and to the other aisle, and when I was far enough away, I stood up and played it cool, being a bit paranoid, because probably nobody was awake to see me at 5am.

I made it back to the tent, undressed and got into bed. I still could not sleep, but could not get hard again anyway. I waited, hoping she would come back soon, but I fell asleep. 

I dreamed of her. She was fucking everyone in the dream but me, but I was really turned on the whole time. I kept on wanting to cum with her, but every time I turned around, she was with another man. It was simultaneously a frustrating and sexy dream.

When I awoke at dawn, she was not in the tent yet! I lied there awake for a while, wondering about her. Should I go back out to the van to spy on them again? No, I thought, she will come home when she is ready. I smiled at this. We had come a long way from jealousy and possessiveness. I imagined that if I were the one having an amazing night out, that I would not want to come home soon either. With this peace, I fell asleep again and had dreamless sleep.

She came in, and most everyone was still asleep in our camp, including our daughter, thankfully. She undressed and got under the covers. I rolled over and looked at her and smiled. She smiled back.

"I think I may have found my Prize Bull."

I just looked at her and I did not say anything.

I kissed her briefly, and moved down, as is our custom after her dates. She tried to stop me before my face got between her legs.

"I did not have the chance to take a shower."

I just smiled at her and kept going. She stopped trying to prevent my going down and closed her eyes and softly moaned as I started kissing her pussy.

The first thing to hit me was a strong man smell, then I immediately tasted cum inside of her. I paused and took it in. It was musty and rich. She made eye contact with me as I took deep breaths through my nose. Looking down at her labia, I could see thick white cum slowly oozing from inside. Her pussy lips were puffy and red. And somehow, they looked happy. I began to slowly lick her, the first time I had ever smelled anything but latex. The first time I had ever tasted another man's (two men's?) cum. 

The experience of seeing her pussy like that, of smelling another man, of tasting his (their?) cum spoke silent words to me: "She is not mine."

I liked that message. I accepted it all and began to lick as I knew best. After 15 minutes, she had a wonderful, lilting clitoral orgasm. When her quiet moans had subsided, I moved back up, kissing her breasts as I moved upwards. Kissing me, she snuggled her ass back towards me, and I positioned my little hard cock to fuck her from behind.

"I bet my cock feels a lot different.." "You know it does! It is very exciting to feel a new cock inside me, let alone two! These guys were BIG! I thought you might even hear my cries all the way at the tent!"

My fucking was intense. I strained to reach deep inside of her, but although her puffy pussy felt extra creamy and embracing of my hardon, I could not find the back of her vagina and she was especially well-lubed, so there was little friction. Fucking her desperately like a jack-rabbit, I still did not worry about waking up our campmates, as she was mostly silent, giving me only occasional groans to let me know she loved me. Coming to my peak after 7 minutes, I did manage to make her moan a little bit as I pounded her from behind. I came with a blissful silence and dumped all that I had left into her already super well-fucked pussy. She squirmed and made sexy little sounds and turned around to kiss me and fall asleep in my arms.

I am the happiest cuckold with the hottest wife.



Rave Dreams



Sitting in my dorm room letting the rough fast beat of a techno song bang against my ears I sat and thought of the night to come, a night of glowsticks, glitter, love and magic. It was to be my first time at a rave and I was excited. I thought of the thousands of situations that were possible in that surrealistic dance party that they call a rave.

As my roommate and I got ready for the party images and thoughts of my girlfriend ran through my mind like a movie, remembering her in everyway from her slender body to her amazing sense of style and stunning smile. She was meeting my friend and I at the map point and we were going to drive to the rave together. I remember every detail now looking back on that day….

She was waiting for us in her full kandi kid garb. The glitter she wore shimmered in the light from the street illuminating an already radiant beauty. She walked toward our car and got in handing me a tape with jungle. I knew her best not by a name but by a feeling. That feeling was Ecstasy. She was Ecstasy to me, a perfect contentment and love in a single person.

The three of us arrived just in time to hear the first DJ begin to spin. The dusty warehouse was filled with the greenish beams from laser projectors and the white swirls of light from a disco ball. The Dj played a heart stopping bass heavy song that put me in a trance releasing a wilder side of me driving me closer to my raver girl. We danced close together staring through each others' eyes and into our souls. She broke the starry eyed stare and grasped my hand leading me off to somewhere. We walked down a long hallway in the dark dusty abandoned building as the music lessened in volume with each step. Ecstasy tried a door opening it with a high pitched squeak and pulled me inside. We stood in the darkness hearing each other breathe as we stood inches apart. My hands finding their way to her in the darkness, my fingers gliding down her arms and onto her sides. I held her in the darkness and lowered my head kissing her soft moist lips in the silent dark. We kissed for what seems an eternity feeling our love for one another acted out. I slid my hands down and behind her, supporting her as I lifted her into a seated position to the desk I saw in the low light.

Leaning over Ecstasy she relaxed, lying on her back atop the desk. I tilted my head moving in kissing her lips, moving to her neck and back to her lips as I let my hands glide over her body exploring. I slid my hands under her shirt gliding my fingers over her chest and working my way to her breasts encircling them with a soft but steady motion. I pulled my lips from hers as I helped her remove the shirt. I kissed her chest moving, exploring her body with my hands. I pulled one hand to her breast as I licked and sucked on the nipple of the other leaving little wet spots on her smooth skin. I reversed this taking the other breast into my mouth and teasing her nipple with my tongue as I encircled and rubbed her other breast with my free hand.

I kissed slowly down her body as I slid my hands under her pants and down under her panties to her pussy. I slid my hand up and down rubbing over her and going between Ecstasy's legs. I started to run my middle finger up and down through the slit between her legs gliding the rest of my hand in the same manner as before. I did this for some time working to make her excited. I stopped to remove her pants pulling at the exaggerated large legs of the denim fabric. She lay on the table in panties which I knelt between her legs and removed quickly. I leaned forward pushing my head between her legs licking slowly up and down sucking and kissing. I found her clit and began to lick and flick it with a stiff tongue and light sucking. I circled around it with my tongue flicking from side to side and up and down, working Ecstasy toward orgasm. I began to move my hands from their perched position on hers thighs to explore her body, running my hands over her skin smoothly trying to find areas that made her react in a new way. Ecstasy began to moan slightly moving her body in small twitches and finally arched her back as pleasure as an orgasm ran through her body. I licked and sucked and darted my tongue at her clit through her climax.

I stood after she had experienced the full climatic tide that had washed over her body. I stood squarely between her legs and spread them apart as I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants and pulled my boxers down. I entered into her slowly feeling the warm wet slipperiness of it all. I moved my hip in a rhythmic motion in and out slowly. I grasped her hips and pulled myself into her with each thrust going a little deeper each time. Steady movement to the low beat of bass from a new Dj in the main dance room of the building. Ecstasy pushing her body onto me and me pushing into her in perfect unison as we matched the beat of the music with an overwhelming sense of pleasure and closeness. We moved faster pulling each other closer each time. I felt a climax building in my body. I could feel the tension building as if I were going to burst. I reached a point of no return and could feel the tension release in orgasm. We worked together through the climax. I fell on the desk next to Ecstasy and we laid there feeling the low rumble of bass continue into the night.



Rave or Die



The music pounded in my eardrums, as the lucky guy who would be my plaything for the night, grinded against my body. The rave was hit, my friend Jacob, and long term fuck buddy would be happy it took off so well. Bodies were flailing all over the place, and an orgy was going on in the middle of the floor. One guy, who was obviously ecstatic, was placed in the middle of the room, while big hunks pounded his ass in, and fucked his mouth. 

I didn't like to get caught up in the orgy's, who knew what was going down over there. Usually the men were clean, but I didn't want to take my chances. I liked to pick my prey, and I always picked the right ones. Like the guy I had tonight. His name was Spencer, and he was one fucking gorgeous God. 

His light brown hair, and wide hazel eyes made me weak at the knees. His body was slender, and he didn't have a lot of muscle. I liked to be the bigger guy, who could dominate the smaller one in bed. I looked like the guy who wouldn't be caught dead at a gay rave, but that's what I liked to do on my weekends. 

The neon strobe lights danced around us, like the people. Everyone had a drink, and someone was grinding against someone else. Ecstasy was being passed around with other narcotics, and you had to keep an eye on your drink or someone would drug you. I think Spencer might have been, by the way his eyes wouldn't focus and the way he kept stumbling. 

I held him against me and grinded our hips together, my lips sucked on his neck. His body shook and he clung to me, moaning slightly. "Fuck Brian you have skilled lips," his slurred in my ear. I liked when guys complemented me, it just made me know that I picked the right guy to fuck. 

"Why don't we go somewhere a little more private?" I whispered in his hear. He bit his lip and nodded his head. Jacob kept rooms in the back if people didn't want to get it on in front of everyone. I held on to Spencer's hand as I led him to the back. People groped me, and tried to kiss me, but I ignored them and went on to the back. 

I opened the door to that led to the back rooms of the club. You could hear the sexual moans of people who were in their own rooms. I shut the door and the loud music was drowned out to where you could only hear a slight thumping. I led Spencer to the back and opened the door to the private room Jacob kept for me. There was a bed with clean sheets, a joining bathroom, and a set of extra clothes for me. 

I pulled Spencer's body against mine and crashed my lips to his in an almost painful way. His hands twined in my hair and he moaned into my mouth. My hands went down and clutched his ass. He had a nice butt, very firm and round. I pulled away and raised his arms to take his shirt off, I took mine off also. Spencer stared at my chiseled abs, and the tattoos that cover my torso. 

I could see the hard on in his pants, and looking at his naked body made me get hard also. He walked over and leaned down to flick his tongue over my hard nipple, and then he bit down making me moan. His swirled circles on my stomach and got down on his knees in front of my. I walked over and sat on the bed with him following after. He rubbed me through my tight jeans, and I expressed vocally with a loud moan about how good it felt. 

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off along with my tight briefs. My cock sprung to life in front of his face. I was a good seven inches when soft and grew another two when hard. He licked his lip and ran his hands on the inside of my thigh. Pre cum was oozing out of the tip and Spencer flicked his tongue out licking it up. The heat of his tongue caused me to grow harder. Spencer licked my shaft to the base, and started to lick my balls. I started to moan and wished he would just suck me off already. I wasn't one for the teasing, even though I loved to watch the little guys squirm while I teased them. 

He did a figure eight on my balls, and it was all I could do to keep from coming. Spencer stopped and finally took the tip of my cock in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the tip, while his hands massaged my balls. He started to bob his head up and down, while his hand stroked my cock from the base. "Oh fuck that feels so good." I moaned while Spencer picked up his pace. I put both hands on his head and proceeded to fuck his face in earnest. He gagged and drool spilled down his chin, but I didn't care I was so close to coming. 

"Oh fuck here it comes," I yelled before shooting ropes of cum down Spencer's throat. He swallowed as much as he could but some leaked down his chin. I shot about six thick streams before it stopped. He licked my dick clean before pulling away breathing heavily. Somewhere in the process of him sucking my dick, he'd got his pants off and his hard dick flapped against his belly. He started to stroke himself and his moans were so hot. "I want you to ride me," I told him. 

He perked up at the idea and climbed onto the bed. I kissed his lips as he ground his erection into my cock. I was beginning to get hard again, and I really wanted Spencer to ride me. There was a little table next to the bed and inside a draw I pulled out a bottle of lube. I handed it to Spencer and let him to the necessary preparation. 

He poured some in his hand and rubbed a large amount of it on my dick. The feeling of the lube and his hand, helped bring my cock back to its fullness. I would be able to hold out longer before coming this time, making sure Spencer got what he wanted. Spencer spread some in his opening before straddling me. He positioned my dick at the opening of his ass. With one good push, my head popped in past his sphincter, he slowly started to push himself down, before my dick was all the way in. 

"Oh fuck Spence, you're so tight." I moaned as he started to bounce up and down. His dick flopped around on his stomach and was oozing massive amounts of pre cum. I took him in my hand and started to jack him off while he fucked me. 

"Oh fuck, yes Brian, you're so big." He started to go faster and I started to lift my hips to meet his bounce. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum," I moved my hand faster, and his cocked twitched before cum sprayed from his beautiful cock. It landed on my chest, and some on my chin. I flicked my tongue out and licked it up, savoring the salty taste. Spencer kept bouncing up and down until I came again. My dick stayed in his ass until I went soft. He pulled out and landed on top of my chest smearing his cum between us. 

"Shit you can ride me anytime," I mumbled still feeling high. Spencer kissed my lips. "There's a shower in the other room if you want to use it," I told him. 

"Are you asking to go for round two?" he said with a slight smirk in his voice. 

"You bet I am," I kissed his lips as I carried him into the bathroom. Oh yeah I made the right choice in who I play with.



Rave Slave



I had resigned myself to another frustrating night alone without relief. It had been two weeks since I had last been allowed an orgasm, and the need was deep in my groin.

This was not the first time that a significant period of time had passed without contact from my master, but this was the longest he had gone without coming to me, and he had been very specific that I could not masturbate and cum until he told me I could. So, naturally, I had not so much as touched myself since our last encounter. When you are a bought-and-paid-for sex slave, you do not risk disobedience, even when you are as desperate as I was to take my dick in hand and jack off wildly until I exploded in orgasmic redemption.

Looking back on it, I guess I should have read the warning signs of what was about to happen. Not only had it been two weeks since I had heard from Master, but the groceries in my apartment were starting to run out, and that had never before happened in the two years that I had been Master’s slave. He had always been good to me, treating me like a king (or a queen) when I deserved it, and treating me like a piece of dirt when I deserved that too. 

So I was about to go on off to bed that Saturday night when suddenly the telephone rang. My heart soared, for who else would be calling, but Master. Sure enough, I heard his voice as I answered.

“Prepare yourself. We’re going out,” he said then abruptly hung up. I knew exactly how to prepare myself. I knew I had about 45 minutes before he would be at my door, and I had to be completely ready when he arrived. I rarely wore clothes around my apartment, so I was ready to immediately jump in the shower and wash myself thoroughly. But first I had to clean myself inside, so I gave myself a warm-water enema to clear my bowels completely.

Once that was done, I stepped in the shower and soaped myself down. As I washed my cock, I felt it begin to swell in anticipation of some unknown sexual adventure. I knew when my master said we were going out that we would doing something wild that usually involved my satisfying a group of men. As quickly as the thoughts of sex crossed my mind, they passed and I concentrated on the task at hand. After I had rinsed, I took my razor and carefully shaved off all of my body hair. I was very careful not to nick myself around my pubic area and legs. I had long ago had all the wispy hair on my balls and around my anus permanently removed, so that I was completely smooth all around my crotch area.

From where I was in the shower, I could see a translucent reflection of myself in the full-length mirror on the wall of the bathroom. Master had always encouraged me to take pride in my appearance, and I had to admit that I was a sexy little thing. I was of slightly below-average height and slender, with a round ass that often brought lustful gasps to those who encountered it. My cock was decent-sized, around six or seven inches when fully erect, and my face was of the sort to where I could pass for a man or a woman. And while I had nothing resembling sizeable mammary glands, my chest was well defined enough that with the right outfit, I could fake it enough to pass for a woman. Master often made me up like a woman and paraded with me as his “girl friend.” 


When my shower was complete, and I was dried off and my dark shoulder-length hair was blow-dried, I stood at the door naked, with my head bowed, waiting. A few minutes later, I heard his key in the door and he walked in, carrying a briefcase. Master was a fairly tall man, a little over six feet, well built, with thinning blond hair and a goatee. He was dressed in black leather pants and a leather jacket, with no shirt. I couldn’t help myself, I found my gaze drifting down to Master’s crotch, where his large dick bulged in his tight pants. Master caught my gaze and leered at me.

“You want some of that, don’t you,” he said with a laughing tone. I just licked my lips and nodded. “You’ll get some of that, and more,” he answered. “But first…”

Master walked slowly around, occasionally lightly touching my body, and my dick immediately responded by leaping to nearly all of its full length. God, I was so hot, but I didn’t move. Abruptly, Master walked across the room to my bar, which he usually kept up to his specifications. He pulled out a bottle of brandy, poured two snifters and brought me one. On his instruction, I swallowed the sweet liquor in one or two deep gulps. I knew instinctively that Master had added one of his exotic potions to my drink, because he never shared his brandy with me unless there was something added that he wanted me to be on for the night. My eyes sparkled at the thought, because Master’s elixirs were always designed to heighten my senses and reduce or eliminate all of my inhibitions. I knew then that this was going to be a night to remember.

It would be, but not in the way I would have expected.

Once I had downed my drink, Master opened his briefcase and pulled out a few items. I was handed a satin thong, which secured my dick in a tight pouch and left my buttocks exposed. Master placed a dog collar around my neck and attached a chain to it. Finally, I was handed a mask, which fit tightly on my head. The mask had no eyeholes, just a nose hole and a slotted mouthpiece, which allowed air or liquid to enter my mouth, but would not allow me to speak. The mouthpiece was about an inch-and-a-half in diameter, the size and shape of an estimable cock, and a couple of inches long. When that was secured, I was led blindly out the door.

We went down to what I knew would be Master’s limousine; we got in and took off. We drove in silence for over an hour, as I could feel the effects of the drug I’d been given begin to work on me. I was nervous and excited as we drove to wherever it was we were headed.

Along the way, I had fleeting thoughts once again about my past, and at one point I tried to conjure up a memory from before I met my first master, but it was shrouded in an impenetrable mist. All I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed – what, three or four years ago – with no memory of how I got there or who I was. I was told that I had been found naked and beaten in a field outside this city, and brought the emergency room. There a doctor, a neurologist, told me I had something called gross amnesia caused by blunt force trauma. There had never been any indication at the scene where I had been found as to my identity. Unless they could find a key that would allow me to begin relearning who I was, I would be a John Doe.

The neurologist turned out to be my first master. He was a single gay man who saw an opportunity and took it. When my physical injuries healed, he invited me to stay with him, and I accepted, because I had nowhere else to go. I began having nightmares, so he soon began sleeping with me, a move for which I was grateful, because he offered security in a very uncertain world for me at the time. It didn’t take any time for him to seduce me, and over a period of a couple of months he taught me everything he could about gay sex. I had no memory of any other way to express love and appreciation, and I quickly assumed the role of the gay submissive.

The doctor took care of me until he decided I needed to be properly trained and sent off into a slave’s life. I spent two excruciating months under the tutelage of a large woman, learning proper slave etiquette. That was when I learned to enjoy being the center of a parade of cocks. Mistress would tie me to a table and let a succession of men fuck me in my mouth and in my ass, and I quickly grew to love it. Needless to say, when she was finished with me, I was a dedicated cock-whore, and I fetched a pretty penny at the auction when I was presented to the active underground sex scene that exists in this town.

Master had bought me and put me up in a clean, but Spartan apartment, and kept me as his slave ever since. I literally didn’t know any other life.   

At last, the car slowed, shaking me out of my reverie, then stopped. I heard Master’s driver speaking to someone standing outside, but the mask that covered my ears and the glass partition that separated the back seat from the front muffled the voices. After a few moments we proceeded onward until we stopped for good. I could feel the vibrations from the ear-splitting music through the ground before we even got out of the car. I was led out of the car toward the source of the sound. I heard a heavy door open, which brought the music blasting out, and we entered. As soon as the door slammed shut, Master took my mask off and let me take in my surroundings. 

It was a full-blown rave, but one for gays. We were in what appeared to be a gymnasium that was attached to an old, abandoned school. The gym was dark, except for an array of multi-colored lights swirling about the place. At the front of the gym was a DJ spinning a potent mix of industrial rock, heavy metal and rap, all at maximum volume. The gym floor pulsed with people dancing wildly, some as couples, some solo and some in groups. The vast majority were men, although there were a few women scattered about. Everyone was in various states of undress, including a few who were naked.

Master seemed in no hurry, but merely led me through the crowd, allowing people to touch me all over, sending my arousal soaring. It was all I could do to keep my cock from bursting from its confines at the sensual display of flesh all around and the light touch of hands on my super-sensitive skin. Master seemed to know many of the people there, as he moved easily through the crowd. As usual, people seemed drawn to him, and he looked completely in his element.

I was starting to become impatient, although I took great pains not to show it. I was ready to suck cock and eat cum; I was ready to feel a hot, throbbing dick in my ass shooting cum deep in my bowels. The drug was working on me in a big way, and I was feeling somewhat agitated.

Finally, we gravitated to an open spot near a door at the opposite end of the gym. He pulled me close to him and whispered in my ear.

“I want you to show these people what a good little cocksucker you are,” he said. “I’m going to fuck your mouth until I cum, and I want you to drink every drop. Is that clear?”

My only response was to drop to my knees on the hardwood floor. I reached up, unbuttoned and unzipped his tight leather pants and felt Master’s hard cock slap me in the face. It was big, long and hard, and it looked divine. I flicked my tongue around the shaft as I kissed my way to the base of his cock. The swollen pink dick sawed between my lips as I laved it with my mouth and tongue, working from the base back up to the head. A pearl of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock, and I flicked it off with my tongue and savored the taste. I inhaled Master’s musky, masculine aroma and nearly swooned.

Abruptly, Master pulled back slightly, enough to push the head of his dick past my lips and into my mouth. Slowly, but steadily, he pushed his hard, fat cock into my throat. I had long ago been taught how to properly throat a cock, and I had become quite good at it. I relaxed my throat muscle and let my jaw drop open as far as it could. I swirled my tongue about the shaft as he pushed his way into my throat. It was only when I felt the cool leather of his pants on my cheeks that he stopped, and then only to adjust himself.

Quickly, he established a pumping rhythm in my mouth as I slobbered and sucked deeply on his divine root. It was hot in the place, and I could feel a trickle of sweat roll down my chest as I worked my hot mouth on Master’s hotter cock.

From out of the corners of my eyes, I could see that we had attracted an audience. Wonderful! I loved showing off my skills for a crowd. Some half-dozen to a dozen men had surrounded us, all of them with their hard cocks out. Two of these cocks were placed in each of my hands and I began to stroke them as I sucked off my master.

Soon, Master picked up speed and began to more forcefully pump his cock into my throat. I could feel his hands gripping my hair as he fucked my mouth roughly. Low moans of pent-up desire were wrenched involuntarily from my crammed-full mouth as Master’s cock moved faster and faster in my throat. He hovered over me, skull-fucking my head with a full hip motion as he drove his cock back and forth in my throat.

Suddenly, with a strangled gasp, Master pushed his entire length as far as he could down my throat. I felt his cock swell, followed a split-second later by a torrent of cum that jetted out the end of his cock and splashed down my throat. My throat convulsed in frantic swallowing as I fought to keep from choking on his prodigious load, and to make sure I ate every drop, as I had been instructed.

When he was finally finished, he jerked his cock from my mouth, but not before he deposited one final glob of cum on my outstretched tongue.

“Tell everyone how much you love the taste of cum,” he commanded. “Tell them what a cum-whore you are.”

I looked around at the crowd that surrounded us, still idly stroking their cocks. I spoke in a clear voice that only slightly betrayed my excitement.

“Oooooh yeah, I love cum,” I purred. “I’m such a cum slut. I want to suck all of your cocks and fill my belly with all of your sweet, hot cum.”

“What else do you want?” Master said, tauntingly. “What about that succulent ass?”

My eyes sparkled as I nodded, “I want to feel all of your cocks in my ass. I want you all to fuck me hard and fill me up with cum. I want to bathe in it. I want to swim in it. God, I love cum. Oooh yeah, you know how much I love it.”     

At that, Master gave a sort of disdainful flick of his wrist and walked away, leaving me kneeling on the hard floor with a dozen hard cocks around me. I was momentarily confused. Was I supposed to follow Master or not? The question was immediately answered when the man in front of me and to my right thrust his hard dick into my mouth and in to the hilt, all in one motion. This man’s dick wasn’t nearly as long or fat as Master’s and I could easily suck him. I eagerly sucked the cock, while two new cocks were placed in my hands.

It didn’t take long for the man in my mouth to reach orgasm. All of the men in the circle, in fact, appeared to be bursting hard, and this one quickly reached firing strokes, pumping a nice quantity of cum down my throat.

For the next half-hour or so, one man after another came over, pushed their cock into my mouth and allowed me to suck them off. Because I had expressed a desire for them all to, “fill my belly,” with their cum, I felt obligated to swallow all of them, although as time went on some of their cum drooled out the corners of my mouth and down my chin onto my chest. At some point, I felt someone pull my thong off my hips, down my thighs and off my legs, leaving me naked on the hard floor. I was startled to realize that a female hand was rubbing my ass cheeks, lightly fingering my asshole and reaching between my legs to fondle my balls. My cock was already rock-hard, and it bounced off my chest as the person manipulated my dick, leaving a tendril of pre-cum on my belly.

My knees were beginning to hurt and my jaw ached, when I felt my chain pulling me up onto my feet. I thought for a moment that Master had returned, but I quickly saw that a woman held the chain. She was on the smallish side, but there was no mistaking the air of authority she possessed. She had pale skin and her pretty face had a slightly Oriental appearance, enhanced by her long, straight black hair. Her features were delicate, but her attire was about as far removed from delicate as could be. She wore knee-high leather boots, with fishnet hose and a garter belt that was attached to a bustier, which served to push her otherwise modest breasts upward and outward. Each of her nipples was pierced with a small ring and a chain was attached from one ring to the other.

She looked my naked body up and down, lingering her gaze on my swollen, drooling cock, which bounced obscenely from my clean-shaven crotch. Then she spoke, and her words chilled me.

“Well, my slave, are you ready to perform for my little party?” she said. “Oh, you haven’t been told yet, have you? Your former master had some debts he needed to discharge, so he has given you to me to play with for the night. You said you wanted to swim in cum. I believe we are going to give you what you want. Before this night is finished your ass is going to be fucked so wide open, you’ll think a train had been up there. We’re going to cover you in so much cum, you will indeed be swimming in it. You’re going to be our fuck whore for the night, and you’re going to love every minute of it. What do you say to that?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said meekly. 

“Gooooood!” she said as she flashed a wicked grin. “You’ve been trained very well. I think we’re going to have some fun with you tonight.” 

With that, she pulled me along to a nearby stairway and we headed down the steps, followed by a parade of men. There was a dusty odor as we descended into the old locker room, which was dimly lit by one naked light bulb that swung over the room. When we reached the room, we were met by a couple dozen more men who sat on the benches that rimmed the room, all of them naked sporting big cocks that were in various stages of arousal.

My emotions were in turmoil. I was crushed that Master had apparently sold me to this woman, I was apprehensive about taking on this many men, but the prospect also excited me to the point of madness, and by now I was so horny and hopped up on Master’s potion that I was ready for anything.

The floor of the old locker room had been covered by several tumbling mats that had been spread about the room. I was ordered to lie on my back and display myself. I spread my legs as wide as they could go and thrust my pelvis forward, causing my hard cock to bounce off my stomach. I grasped my butt and pulled the cheeks open to show my pink anus, which was already gleaming with the sweat that had trickled between my legs.

“That’s not good enough,” Mistress said with a touch of anger in her voice. So she straddled my head, giving me a clear view of her shaved crotch, which gleamed with liquid of some sort. I quickly discovered that it was cum from an earlier sex act, as she slowly squatted over my face and rubbed her juicy cunt all over my lips, nose, cheek and chin. Then she pulled forward slightly and commanded me to lick her ass. I stuck out my tongue and discovered that her asshole was full of cum, as well. This woman had apparently been quite busy earlier in the evening.

I licked her asshole, then back to her pussy, cleaning her up as instructed. As I worked my tongue around in Mistress’ crotch, she reached for my ankles and lifted my legs until my butt was off the mat and my asshole was open and exposed to the crowd. Laughter and obscene comments were made about what they called my fuck hole. It didn’t take long for someone to kneel in front of me and begin licking my asshole. I felt like I was in heaven as the man – I could tell it was a man from his beard – rimmed me out vigorously. As he tongued me, he pressed a couple of fingers to my ass and began to finger-fuck me, all while I continued to eat Mistress to several orgasms. I could feel my face being drenched with her female juice as she rode me hard.

When the man had me good, wet and open, he pulled his face away and I felt the head of his cock nudging at my opening. He didn’t fool around, but slowly pushed the head of his cock past my anal ring and into my ass. If my mistress’s pussy hadn’t covered my mouth, I would have screamed from the pain of the sudden entry. But once the man was in all the way and he began to fuck me with long, even strokes, the pain quickly dissolved into intense pleasure. The man’s dick was good-sized, not too big, but not too small, and he quickly hit all of the hot spots in my ass with a vigorous rotation of his hips.




Rave Slave



Abruptly, Mistress climbed off my face, released my legs and motioned for the crowd to close in. A man straddled my face and pushed a cock into my mouth. Quickly, he got into rhythm with the man fucking my ass, pushing and pulling me back and forth between their hard dicks. I was delirious with lust as these two men worked my body. My cock throbbed between my legs, but my hands were preoccupied with a pair of cocks that I was stroking. I was in cock heaven, and I loved it. I wrapped my legs around the waist of the man fucking me and urged him with my body to fill me as deep as he could.

The man pushed himself relentlessly back and forth in my hot ass, while the man at my head roughly fucked my mouth. Suddenly, I felt one of the cocks I was stroking begin to spurt and I felt his hot cum splash across my chest. Seeing that display caused the man in my mouth to pull out abruptly and spray his cum all over my face. He shot his cum all over my cheeks, my nose and across one eye.

That proved too much for the man in my ass, and with a roar, he plunged as deep as he could and fired off several hot bolts of cum into my hungry ass. At the same time, the cock in my left hand exploded, and I lifted my head to get as much of his huge load as I could in my mouth. The men spent themselves in me for long seconds before pulling away, leaving me whimpering on the mat in deprivation.

But I didn’t have long to wait. I felt myself being turned over, onto my knees, then I felt my hips being pulled backward until my gaping, dripping asshole found itself in contact with the head of a truly remarkable dick. I looked back and saw that I was about to be fucked by a huge, well-tattooed man with a fat 10-inch cock. I was apprehensive for a moment, but he took his time and simply pushed the head of his cock slowly until he had it in, then he let me slide down his wonderful, thick shaft. The man was back on his haunches, and on his instructions, I got on my knees and worked my butt back and forth, with the man’s hard, throbbing dick stretching my ass wonderfully and filling me to the brim.

As I rode the man’s massive cock, I was in position to take on three more cocks as they stood in front of me, and I alternated sucking and jacking them off, until they each grabbed their dicks and exploded all over my writhing body. They covered my face, neck and shoulders with their white cream, and it dribbled off my chin onto my chest.

I was shaking with lust, and the need to cum. I had not yet mastered the art of orgasming without a touch, so the need to cum was acute. Mistress seemed to sense this, and, for once, she took a measure of pity on me as she watched from the side, although her idea of pity was to make a display of my arousal.

“Why don’t you show us all how much you appreciate being fucked,” she said. “Why don’t you show us how much you like having a big, hard cock in your ass by jacking off and shooting your cum all over the mat. Do it for us. You know you love it. But don’t cum too soon. Make it last. I want you to scream when you finally explode in passion.”

Groaning, I took my cock in my fists and began to slowly work it up and down. I had to grit my teeth to keep from shooting off the moment I took my dick in hand. Slowly, I got into rhythm with the wonderful cock that was fucking me from behind and beneath. I stroked myself very carefully for long minutes, until finally, I heard a voice in my ear, the voice of the man fucking me. He was telling me to cum, to squeeze the hot cum out of his big long poker.

I gasped in lust as I felt something like an iron rod flow out the end of my cock, and with a scream I fired off two week’s worth of pent-up cum in front of me. The first shot arced several feet in front of me, eliciting oohs from the crowd. The rest splattered about the mat in front of me. At the same moment I was getting my much-needed relief, the cock in my ass swelled to impossible proportions, then I felt his wet cum fill my rectum to overflowing. He shot half-dozen distinct, hard bursts up my ass, as I milked his cock of all his precious cum.

When he was finished, he sort of disdainfully threw me forward off his cock, so that my chest, belly and cock smeared my cum all over the mat. Cum bubbled out my distended asshole as I seductively rolled my hips up and around in invitation. Cum dripped from my face in big globs as I groaned in lust that had only been momentarily sated.

Sensing the invitation, two well-built black men stepped up, knelt down with their licorice sticks and proceeded to fuck my holes. The one in front of me sat back on the mat, with his legs spread and his 9-inch cock pointing at the ceiling. I wasted no time in cramming my mouth full of his delicious black meat, at the same time that the other was straddling my thighs and dipping his cock into my open ass. He slid right in, all the way, and together they fucked me with powerful strokes as I lay flat on the mat, wallowing in the slime that I and others had left there.

After a few minutes of hard, steady fucking, I heard them groan simultaneously and felt them shoot cum deep in my ass and deep down my throat. They pulled away, and were quickly replaced by two more young black studs. Meanwhile, two men had slid to the mat on either side of me, filling my hands with their hard cocks. As the two blacks worked themselves in me, I gave these two cocks my best hand job and was soon rewarded by two cocks spurting prodigious amounts of cum that they chose to deposit in my hair. At the same time, I felt warm cum splatter across my back.

I could feel my cock beginning to harden again as I slithered on the mat. Involuntarily, I began a humping motion with my hips that brought a gasp and a groan from the man fucking my ass. He picked my hips up off the mat and began to fuck me hard and fast, as my hard dick bounced rhythmically under me. With a roar, the man fucking my ass pushed as deep as he could and let loose a long, thick load of cum. Ditto his friend, pumping hot white cream down my throat, filling my belly.

I was pulled back onto my knees and another big hard cock filled my ass and began to work at pumping all of the two previous loads of cum out of my ass and down the backs and insides of my thighs. Glancing through my mask of cum, I saw a man with an average-sized cock slide on his back and quickly engage me in a 69. He reached up with his hands, pulled my hard cock to his mouth and sucked me in, all the way to the hilt in one huge suck. I gasped from the pleasure of feeling a hot mouth on my cock while I was getting a hard cock in my ass. This was something I rarely got the chance to experience, and it triggered an immediate reaction. I reached over and inhaled his cock in my mouth while my hips went into overdrive, pushing my cock relentlessly into the man’s throat.

As I sank my cock deep in the mouth below me, I would pull away from the cock in my ass, and vice versa. Quickly, the two men sandwiching my body picked up the rhythm of my body, and worked me into a frenzy. Abruptly, my head was wrenched off the cock below me and I was confronted with two cocks at either side of my head. I grabbed them in each hand and quickly began alternating sucking the three cocks at my head. I panted and squealed as the sensations of lust swept over my body. I reached up and sucked the man at my left, then went to the man at my right, then the man next to him, then back to the man underneath me, and on and on.

It was too much. With my entire body spasming wildly, I felt my cock explode in a white-hot gusher of cum down the man’s throat below me. I think I screamed in passion as I erupted, and in that moment the cocks in front of me came in a rain of semen. The man below me shot a huge wad that splattered on my neck and jaw before oozing all over the hand that had been pumping his dick. The two men in front of me covered my face with a succession of wet cumshots that covered both of my eyes with white goo. From my right side, I felt a hot cum bolt smack my ear and the man finished by ejaculating all in my hair. Yet another man splashed his cum in my hair, which was already becoming matted from the cum that had been shot in it. Finally, as the man slid out from under me, I felt the man who had been steadily fucking my ass, pull out and baste my buns with an equally thick load of cum.

I knelt with my head down in momentary exhaustion, but that hesitation cost me. THWACK! I felt the riding crop slap my ass, smearing the cum that had just been deposited there. WHACK! She blistered me again, snarling, “No time to rest, whore! We’ve got cocks over here that need taking care of. Let’s go!” I was stood up for a moment, long enough for the room to see my cum-covered body, then I was pulled back to where a man with what was easily an 11-inch dick leaned back on the floor. He idly polished his magnificent, pink tool with a lubricant of some sort while I was instructed to squat over his dick, facing him. I did as I was bidden until I felt the head of his dick at my still-gaping asshole. With a long, seductive groan, I slid slowly down the man’s huge cock, impaling myself easily on his meat.

“Time for you to do the work, slave,” said Mistress as she curled the riding crop around my face, where cum still dripped slowly onto my chest and shoulders. I was glad at that point that I had gotten myself in good condition, because I was about to be put to the test like I had never been before. I worked my hips over the man’s long dong in a slow steady pace, and he quickly grabbed my cock and stroked me to renewed hardness. I felt, rather than saw, the crowd of men press in on us, and my mouth was quickly filled with a cock. After awhile, the man’s hands left my cock and he began to force my hips down faster and harder on his cock. He began to fuck upward with more purpose until he clenched his eyes shut and fired off a large cum load deep up my ass.

With a grunt, he pulled me off his cock and slid out from under me. I could feel his cum drip out my ass onto the mat below me. Immediately, his place was taken by a man with a big cock who fucked me from behind as I remained in a squatting position. Meanwhile, a group of men crowded around my head, pushing their cocks to my cum-covered face. I sucked with abandon at all of them, pulling my mouth off one and onto another in random succession. Every so often, a cock would shoot cum onto my face or in my hair, adding more slimy goo to the mask of cum that covered my head. Dimly, I felt the cock under me shoot and pull out, leaving his cum to drop onto the mat.

This went on through three more men either fucking me from behind or lying under me and making me ride them. Of course, a parade of men continued at my head, fucking my face and cumming in my mouth or on my writhing body. Sometimes the men fucking me would give my red, swollen dick a few strokes, to keep my lust at a fever pitch. I must have looked like an alien, with my head and face completely covered in a glaze of cum.

Finally, a fourth man slid underneath me and pulled my ass onto his cock. He wasn’t nearly as big as some of the others I’d had, maybe seven inches or so, and I barely felt him as I rode his slender hips. But then I sensed the crowd pull back a little, then my torso was pulled back, and I had an inkling of what was coming. Sure enough, a man knelt between my legs, aimed a solid 8-inch cock to my already-filled ass and pushed the head in. Slowly, he insinuated his dick in with the cock that was already in me until the two cocks were fully embedded in my unbelievably wide-stretched ass. 

The two dicks seemed to spar with each other, each one vying to be the deeper of the two. Eventually, they began to establish a rhythm, filling me deep then backing away. I looked up through the blurry haze of cum that covered my eyes and saw that at least a dozen men surrounded us, jacking their cocks at the sight of me being double-fucked. Almost instinctively, I took my cock in hand and began to work it, reveling in the feeling of being so supremely degraded. Soon the duo in my ass picked up speed, as did the hands of those who were jacking off to the spectacle, me included.

Suddenly, the two dicks fucking me swelled to impossible size in my ass, and the men threw their heads back and fired off at the same time, bathing my ravished ass with their twin loads of cum. That caused me to shoot a surprisingly thick cum load up and over my abdomen, and then the room seemed to explode in orgasm, as all of the men surrounding us sent a rain of cum flying in every direction. They saturated every single inch of my body with thick, hot cum. I squeezed my cock hard to get every drop from my dick as I reveled in the cum rain that had washed over me.

When everyone was finally spent, the man in front of me pulled his wilted dick out of my ass, then I was rolled off of the man below me and was greeted by a pool of cum that had glommed off my body onto the mat. I was nearly spastic in my cum-hazed delirium. I sensed rather than saw that the locker room had emptied of nearly everyone, and I thought for a fleeting second that my ordeal was over.

But then I felt the riding crop under my chin, pulling my head out of the white slime that had pooled on the mat. As I was pulled into a kneeling position, I noticed that the thunderous music that had reverberated through the building all night had stopped.

“Time to really earn your keep now, slave,” Mistress said. “As you can tell, the music’s over, and in a minute all the hardcores will be coming down here looking for some action. What they’re going to get is a show. You think you’ve been fucked so far tonight? Buddy, you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.”

It took a second for her words to penetrate my benumbed brain. I had already taken at least a dozen or more men in my ass – including two at the same! I’d had probably twice that many in my mouth and three times that many had cum on my body. I was lying in a huge pool of semen, covered from the top of my head to the soles of my feet in ejaculate. And I hadn’t been fucked yet?

Just then, however, another crowd of men, a couple dozen at least, piled into the locker room. This was a rougher crowd than previously, and they whooped and made obscene comments about the cum whore that lolled wantonly in the middle of the room. Many of them simply took out their cocks at the sight of me, and others stripped naked, hanging their clothes on the hooks that rimmed the room.

No one touched me, however, and that puzzled me until I saw the crowd part for two of the largest humans I think I’d ever seen. They were certainly the largest I could remember seeing, and the thing was that they were identical twins. They were both nearly seven feet tall and over 300 pounds of solid, coal-black muscle. Their heads were completely shaven and they were naked except for a miniscule thong that failed to adequately hide two of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen. They were still semi-soft, yet their dongs hung a good eight inches between their legs.

Mistress strolled up to me as I cleared my eyes of cum. “We’re going to play a game called rotisserie,” she said with a wicked smile. “This is Calvin and this is Clyde, and they are going to make… well, you’ll see. Gentlemen, you know what to do.”

The two men leered down at me as I instinctively shied away from them. They quickly lost their thongs, exposing their rapidly stiffening cocks. I watched amazed as they stroked them into something that resembled mahogany, massive slabs of meat that looked to be over a foot long, and were a good three inches in diameter. I had never taken a cock that big, let alone two at the same time. 

All of that flashed through my throbbing brain in but a moment, as the twin giants reached down and picked me up as if I was a baby. One held me by the waist and without ceremony fitted the head of his dick to my open, swollen asshole. I had never felt anything like it as he pushed the slick head of his cock past my flaming sphincter and pushed his log up my ass in one steady thrust.

Although I had taken many a cock up my ass since becoming a gay man’s slave, nothing could have prepared me for the combination of pain and pleasure I felt as he rammed his pole up my butt. I would have screamed, but just as I dropped my head to yell, my mouth was crammed full with the other twin’s equally massive dick. As he supported me under my shoulders, he rammed his cock roughly into my throat and commanded me to, “suck my black motherfucking cock, bitch.”

My eyes watered and I had trouble breathing, since my mouth was stuffed full of cock and my nose kept getting covered by the man’s large balls, and by the remnants of cum that still streaked my face. Finally, my nostrils cleared enough so I could get a little air, nevertheless, the lack of oxygen made me even more light-headed than I already was. I seemed to lose touch with reality at that point, and things began to invade my consciousness, whispers of the life I’d had before I was attacked.

Meanwhile, the men who were brutalizing me had found their rhythm and began to fuck me in a way I’d never been fucked before. The intense pain of their initial intrusion as melded into a feeling of incredible sensuality, a sexual bliss I’d never experienced before. I wrapped my legs around the man fucking my ass, and I wrapped my arms around the man fucking my face, urging them both on. Incredibly, I realized that my cock had sprung up to full hardness yet again. The twins certainly noticed.

“Looks as if the whore likes it,” I heard one say. “Oh, he likes it, all right,” said the other. “Look at his cock.”

Indeed, my gleaming cock jutted up to the ceiling in full roar, as the men worked themselves in me. Suddenly, they flipped me over so I was facing the floor, their cocks seeming to gouge my mouth and ass wider as they changed position. But that didn’t change the fullness of my two orifices. They cored me like, well, like a rotisserie, like I was the meat on the skewer, with over two feet of cock in my body, seeming to rip me in half. I felt, rather than saw, the crowd come in close. Everyone was naked now, with rock hard cocks in hand. All except Mistress, who was bent over at the waist accepting a cock from behind as she watched her friends abuse me.

“Baste the whore, men,” she said in a flushed tone. “Can’t have a good roast without marinade.”

On cue, two or three men on each side of me fisted their cocks extra-hard and shot their loads on my back, another layer for my already cum-slick body. Relentlessly, the twins pounded their cocks in me, as men would come two or three at a time and shoot cum on me. They’d fuck me facing down for a while, then they’d flip me over and let the men cum on my chest side. Some of the cum stuck to me, but most of it slithered off my body and onto the mat, widening and deepening the pool of cum that was gathering on the mat. 

My cock was almost painfully hard, but I had no way to relieve myself. Fortunately, as I was faced downward, some one ran his hand to my cock and began to milk me with soft strokes. That seemed to signal the twins, because their pace quickened and I heard their grunts that told of their approaching orgasm. I was giddy with lust as their cocks pulsed even larger than before, before their heads seemed to explode. I thought I was going to drown as the man in my mouth filled my throat and pumped his cum straight into my stomach. I gave a strangled groan as he filled my belly with his red-hot seed, even as his brother filled my ass with so much cum that it ran out my ass, past his cock and over my balls and iron-hard cock. Dimly, I felt the hands working my cock quicken and I suddenly deposited a load that felt like a gallon, but really only amounted to a small bit of semen, being it was my fourth orgasm of the night.




Rave Slave



Unbelievably, the twins weren’t done, but rather, they flipped me around facing up, then pulled their cocks out with loud pops and swiveled me around so that the man who had been in my ass was now at my head, and vice versa. I felt an enormous feeling of loss when they wrenched their dicks from my body, but that only exacerbated the pain/pleasure I felt when they crammed their dicks back in me. I vaguely recall the slightly tangy taste of the cock that had cum in my ass, as he plunged his dick into my throat. They fucked me in something approaching a frenzy for just a few more minutes before I felt them cum again. In the position my head was in, I couldn’t begin to swallow the cum load of the man in my throat, and his cum dripped down my cheeks and into my hair.

This time, they eased themselves out of me, then laid me back into the pool of cum. I was sprawled out, exhausted, trembling on the mat as I wallowed in the cum of several hundred men who had passed through the room. The drugs that my former master had given me earlier in the night had long since peaked. My mind was a hollow shell, as I lay there nearly comatose.

But when I opened my bleary eyes, I could see there were still a dozen or more men left surrounding me, all naked and looking down at me with hungry looks. And Mistress was still there, still calling the shots. She, too, had a feral look about her, and I wondered what was next. I began to get scared at that point, but then Mistress’ look softened a bit as she knelt down between my widespread legs. With both hands, she cradled my ravaged cock, then she snaked her right hand between my cum-flooded butt cheeks, to my gaping, swollen anus. Slowly, she worked her hands over my groin. With her left hand she slowly stroked my cock, which began to show signs of renewed life. With her right hand, she slowly worked her fingers at my distended hole. She quickly had three fingers pumping slowly, methodically in my ass. After all it had been through, three fingers didn’t seem like much. 

When she began to add her pinky to the three fingers, though, it began to dawn on me what she was about. Sure enough, before long, Mistress folded her thumb into her palm and began to push. She took her time about it, rhythmically stroking my now rock-hard cock, getting me relaxed and open to her. Nevertheless, when she reached the knuckles at the base of her fingers, I tensed slightly, and that elicited a purr of satisfaction, because she abruptly pushed her fingers hard into my ass until her whole hand was buried up to her wrist, then she curled her fingers into a ball, significantly expanding the size of the fist in my rectum. I screamed this time, loud and long. Mistress didn’t back away, but began to pump her fist powerfully back and forth. 

Even though her hands were relatively small, I had never had this done to me, and at this stage of the night, with the dawn’s light streaming through the dingy windows high above the room and my body at the long end of an incredibly abusive orgy, it was painful. At the same time, the pleasure in my lust-fogged mind, from the felling of being fisted and stroked at the same time, was incredible.

Back and forth, Mistress pumped her fist wetly in my ass, sinking deeper with each thrust until at one point she had her arm imbedded in my ass halfway to her elbow. I think I passed into some state beyond bliss, beyond any conscious, coherent thought except the tactile pleasures Mistress was inflicting on my sex-ravished body.

Through cum-blurred eyes, I saw the remaining men begin to surround me. There were maybe a dozen or so, all of them beating their meat as they watched Mistress’ assault on me. I closed my eyes as a kaleidoscope of swirling images ransacked my mind. I felt myself being transported to some distant cosmos, as I writhed around the arm that was impaling me. I shook and I shimmied in the cum bath that pooled on the mat.

From somewhere far away, I seemed to remember hearing myself scream, then my guts seemed to flow out my groin as a fifth orgasm swept out in the bubbling cum shot that oozed out the end of my cock. I stiffened and jerked as the powerful climax rippled through my body. The last thing I remember was a final rain of cum that showered over my body, covering my face and chest in another layer of cum.

I don’t know how long I lay passed out on that mat, but when I awoke the shadows were beginning to lengthen. I came to with a start, at the realization that I was alone – utterly, completely alone. The first time I tried to move, however, pain screamed from virtually every muscle in my body. I also tried to open my eyes and found them nearly covered with a thick crust of dried cum. I picked my head up off the mat to discover my hair was sticky with a still-viscous goo from under my head. I looked down and saw my body was streaked with scratches and red marks from being manhandled so roughly for so long. I was encased in a web of dried and nearly dried semen, not unlike the prey of a spider. As I came to a more wakeful state, I realized that my entire crotch area throbbed in pain from being so severely manipulated. My dick and scrotum were chapped from all the abuse and from all the cum that had dried around the area. But it was my ass that was really sore. It felt like a sequoia had been thrust up my rectum, and, incredibly, there was still wetness around my swollen anus.

As I began to move, I felt my stomach churning, and when I went to roll over, the room went into a spin, I saw stars and my belly regurgitated a fairly impressive amount of cum. In sudden, rapid need for water, I crawled painfully to the next room, the old bathroom that led into the showers. I managed to find a faucet that rendered rusty-colored water that I slurped up like it was the finest wine.

When I had gotten something to drink, I pulled myself painfully to my feet, using the sink as support. I managed to shamble back into the locker room, then I stumbled to the stairs leading up to the gym. Panic was beginning to grip me as I stumbled and crawled up the cold, bare stairs. I collapsed when I reached the top of the stairs and realized that I was indeed alone. Alone with no idea where I was, naked and filthy after a completely, deliciously degrading experience as the whore for a party of several hundred men. Just trying to piece together what happened brought my cock stirring to life, despite my fear, but it was much too sore to do anything with.

Besides, I was trying to get my foggy mind to comprehend the fact that there was no trace of the previous night’s activities, nothing that would have indicated that several hours earlier this gym had been throbbing with sound, with energy, with people, hundreds of people. Outside, it was another story. The area surrounding the old school was littered with beer cans and empty liquor bottles. But there was not a soul in sight.

And as the sobering reality of my situation hit me I completely broke down. I bawled like a baby, cursing the fate that had robbed me of my identity and had turned me into such a slut. I had been trained to believe that what I was doing was normal, but at that moment, I knew something wasn’t right about the way I was living. 

But that didn’t solve my immediate problem, and as the day darkened into night, my fear began to unhinge me. I crawled back downstairs, huddled on the still-slimy mat where I’d been gangbanged and finally fell into a fitful sleep. The next day I felt a little stronger and explored the area. Because I was unable to find any clothes, I knew I had to be careful not to attract attention. I managed to find some scraps of junk food, half-eaten hamburgers and some doughnuts that had been left over from the rave.

After spending another night in the locker room, panic really set in, because it appeared that I had truly been abandoned, left to whatever fate came my way. And that’s just what happened that third day at the school. I was scavenging the grounds looking for food, when I sensed something, and turned around to see a large police officer staring at me. He looked me up and down, then a leering smile slowly widened on his face. As he licked his lips in a lascivious manner and rubbed his bulging crotch, my blood began to chill. Somehow I knew my life as a gay sex slave was about to take a turn for the worse.



Rave Slut



It was just another night and I was at just another rave in the warehouse district of LA when she walked in the door.

But this was not just any ordinary "she", mind you, the "she" in question was Victoria Justice, who was making no attempt to hide the fact that she had just shown up at this party in her sluttiest low-cut strapless black shirt and her shortest black skirt as she started flitting around from guy to guy, obviously looking to hook up with someone that night.

It was no secret around Hollywood circles such as this one that in her younger, sluttier teenage years, Victoria had been a regular at parties like this, getting high on ecstasy and having sex with any guy who looker her way, but now that she was such a big star in town, we were more than just a little surprised to see her in here on that night.

I was with a group of four other guys that shared a dorm with me as we worked our way through college, so I called them all over and made sure that they all knew that we had a genuine celebrity in our midst.

"Whoa, check it out. That IS Victoria Justice," one of my friends, Dave, said, as we watched Victoria down a couple of tablets of E and start grinding on the guys she was hanging out with at the time, already appearing to feel the effects of the drug as she responded to their touch by jamming her tongue down one of their throats while the other guy hiked up her skirt and ran his hands along her panty-covered pussy.

Well fortunately for us (and every other guy who had now noticed Victoria at this party), the two guys she had been hanging with stopped just short of actually fucking her, one of them making out with her and rubbing her pussy while the other grabbed her ass and her tits, only to leave after they had their fill of cheap thrills from the sexy actress.

But we could tell that Victoria was in need of someone else to hang out with, so we wandered over to where she was sitting, watching her drink beer and down ecstasy tablets like they were going out of style and introduced ourselves to her as we texted out three other friends to let them know where we would be, and who we would be with.

"Hi Victoria," I said to her as we walked over to her, eyeballing her tight body in the barely-there clothes she was wearing as Dave brought her a couple of more ecstasy pills.

"Hey guys, what brings you to a party like this?" she asked, biting her lower lip as she saw the bulges in our pants and offered us a seat next to her as our three friends Michael, Drew and Scotty wondered over, Victoria looking over our three blonde, muscular friends over before turning back to the two dark-haired and slightly less-built members of our party, Dave and myself.

"We'd ask you the same thing Victoria, but we're not stupid," Dave told her as he leaned into her, rubbing her arm and drawing a moan out of her as I came up on the other side of her and grazed her tit.

"UH," she moaned, being stimulated by any little touch as all five of us started to paw at her body right there at the table we were sitting at.

"Yeah. We know why you're here Victoria, and you're coming home with us tonight," Drew told her as he rubbed her leg and then moved his hand inside her skirt, brushing her panties aside and rubbing her pussy as I started to make out with her.

"MMM, touch my pussy. Make me your own personal rave slut boys," she hissed as Michael slid his hand inside her top and started to fondle her tits while Dave kissed her neck and Scotty also worked over her pussy, five sets of hands pawing at her most intimate areas while she took turns making out with all of us.

"Give me some more of that," she playfully whispered to me when I took her supply of ecstasy away from her, smiling at her and pushing her to her knees.

"You'll get it back if you suck all of our dicks right here in the club Victoria," I told her as she looked up at me and winked, her hands undoing my belt and lowering my pants as she fished my dick out of my underwear.

"MMM...so hot..." she purred as she wrapped her hands around my dick and started sucking on it, my four friends forming a circle around her and freeing their dicks so that they could get in on the action themselves.

"FUCK, suck it Victoria. We can't get wait to get you home so we can have your pussy baby," I told her as my hands went to the back of her head, her lips smacking as she bobbed her head up and down on my dick while Drew, Dave, Michael and Scotty stroked their dicks, getting them nice an hard for Victoria to suck on them when she was done with me.

"OHGOD, keep sucking Vic baby. Gonna cum soon," I hissed as she deep-throated me, her eyes closing as she cupped my balls and held my dick in place with the other hand as I thrust it to the back of her throat and held it there.

"UH, OHGOD. cumming," I moaned as I jerked my hips into hers and came down her throat, her hands stroking my dick as I finished blowing my load down her throat and pulled my dick out of her mouth, feeling Victoria give it a little kiss as she turned her attention to Dave's dick while I went to go find some more ecstasy.

I returned from my hunt for drugs just in time to see Victoria deep-throating Dave as he slid his dick to the back of her throat and shot his load, nearly choking her with it before she adjusted and drank it all down, giving the tip of his dick a kiss just as she had done to mine before moving onto Drew's dick, but not before popping an ecstasy pill and letting me make out with her and fondle her for a few seconds.

"When you get done sucking their dicks, come find me on the dance floor," I whispered to her as she started going to work on Drew's dick, her hands stroking it as she dragged her nails along his balls, doing her best to give each of us a different experience as she worked her way through us one by one.

Pretty soon, I saw her guzzling down Drew's cum followed by him getting up to come join Dave and I on the dance floor as she started to suck on Scotty's dick, the process repeating itself until Scotty and Michael had also blown their loads down her throat.

"Here I am boys. Which one of you wants a dance?" she hissed as she stumbled over to us, a combination of the drugs and the fact she had spent so much time on her knees that her legs probably went to sleep combining to keep her from remaining upright too long as Dave led her by the arm to the middle of the dance floor, with us following closely behind her.

"Wiggle that ass for us baby," I told her as she swung her hips back and forth, taking my hands and using them to slide her skirt off as backed her ass up into me.

"You wanna get really bold and give one of us some pussy right here on the dance floor baby?" I asked her as she shook her head no, trying to keep some sort of wits about her as she ground her pussy and ass into all five of our crotches, leading to Drew and I hiking up her skirt and pushing her panties down as we slid a few of our fingers into her tight cunt.

"OHGOD YES. Those fingers feel so fucking good inside of me," she hissed, still under the influence of all the ecstasy she had done during the party as we started to pump our digits in and out of her, Dave making out with her while Scotty and Michael brought her shirt over her head and started sucking on one of her tits.

"OHGOD YES," she moaned into Dave's mouth as Drew and I continued to thrust our fingers inside of her, both of us deciding to get even bolder when we saw how occupied she was with the other three.

"I get her pussy, you get her ass," I told Drew as we lined our dicks up with her two holes, sliding them into her and starting to fuck her as Dave jammed his tongue down her mouth and Scotty and Michael sucked and kneaded her tits.

"MMM, FUCK," she purred as Dave and her swapped spit, moaning into his mouth as he dropped another ecstasy tablet into hers, my dick thrusting in and out of her pussy as Drew's tore up her ass.

"Hey, you guys are gonna cum in her, right?" Dave asked us when he looked over her shoulder and saw us drilling her holes, distracting her in case things had gone further than she wanted them to go.

"Of course we are," I told him as she threw her head back, begging us to fuck her harder as Scotty and Michael kissed her neck and went back to work on her tits, her cunt starting to squeeze around my dick as her anal ring started to squeeze around Drew's.

"FUCK, you feel so good cumming for us Victoria," I hissed as I started to pound even harder into her pussy, feeling her walls clinging to my dick as she threw her head back and her eyes rolled back in her head, too far gone to stop as she let me grab a hold of her hips and cum inside her, grunting when she felt my cum fire off into her pussy and start filling her womb right as Drew's dick burying itself inside of her ass as he shot his load into her bowels.

"More X please," she whispered as we fed her a few more pills and switched places, Drew sliding into her pussy as I took her ass, while Scotty and Michael took turns making out with her and Dave sucked on her tits.

"Damn girl, you really ARE a rave slut, aren't you?" I teased her as I grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her ass while Drew started hammering into her pussy, her body still being wracked by sexual arousal every time any of us so much as touched her.

"FUCK,OHGOD. Fuck me..." she moaned as Drew drove in and out of her, placing her hands on the back of Scotty's head as she swapped spit with him, my dick slamming into her ass as she threw her head back, starting to show signs of being close to overdose.

"I think we need to get you back to our dorm and call it a night," Drew whispered as he pounded her pussy, her eyes beginning to twitch as she slumped into his arms, barely conscious.

"MMM, fuck me. I need some E," she whispered as she came all over Drew's dick, coating it with her juices as he buried it deep inside of her while I did the same to her ass with my dick.

"You've had enough Victoria. You're almost OD'ing on the stuff," Drew told her as he shot his load into her clutching pussy, which in turn led to me emptying my balls into her ass as she regained control of her faculties and sucked face with Scotty.

"I've never felt like this before," she whispered, still overtaken by the amount of drugs in her system as she left the rave with us, fondling Dave's dick and whispering in his ear that he was going to be the next one she was going to let fuck her.

Once we got her back to our dorm, we fed her just enough ecstasy to keep her sexually aroused for the rest of the night and took turns on her, Dave getting her pussy first as I jammed my tongue down her throat and Scotty and Drew sucked on her tits, while Michael shoved his dick up her ass, promising to be the next one to fuck her pussy.

"OHGOD, fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass," she moaned as Dave tore up her pussy, Michael pounding on her ass while she made out with me and Scotty and Drew played with her tits.

After about ten minutes of going at it, we all blew our loads in her holes, Dave filling her pussy with more cum while Michael came in her ass, everyone switching positions again as Michael slid into her pussy and Scotty got her ass while I took a few minutes to recover along with Drew and Dave.

The combination of the ecstasy and the constant sex we had been having was starting to make us fade, but watching Scotty and Michael have their way with Victoria brought us right back around again, since we had already decided that we were all going to get some more of her pussy before we wrapped things up with her.

Before too long, we watched Michael blow his load in Victoria's pussy and Scotty fire his cum off into her ass before switching off as we downed a few tablets of X ourselves to try and stimulate us for one more round.

"She's all yours Scotty, at least for right now," we all teased him as he slid his dick into Victoria's pussy and started to fuck her, wrapping his hands around her throat and choking her as he battered her cunt.

"I can stop choking you if you want," we heard Scotty tell Victoria as he squeezed her throat a little tighter, Victoria answering him by shaking her head yes to let him know that she was fine with being choked out during sex.

A few minutes later, we watched as Scotty blew his load inside of her, Victoria grunting when she felt more cum filling her pussy, then holding him close as she downed a bottle of beer and took a few more pills, her heartbeat starting to race as I climbed on top of her and slid into her pussy again.

"If everyone knew the kinds of dangerous sex acts you were into, it would change your whole career," I teased her as I began to thrust my dick in and out of her, her eyes twitching and her heartbeat continuing to race as I roughly fucked her, sucking on her tits and choking her until she nearly passed out as her walls clung to my dick.

"Just keep fucking me," she hissed as she threw her head back, swinging it from side to side as I plunged into her pussy, her loosening walls wrapping tightly around it as she threw her legs on my shoulders.

"Come on Vic, cum for me baby," I whispered in her ear, popping another pill as she twisted her hips around my dick and arched her back, going stiff as I shot my load into her. 

"FUCK, I could do this all night long," I whispered as I finished filling her, my hands squeezing around her throat yet again as I dumped the last of my load into her and pulled out, kissing her and squeezing her tits as I rolled off of her, Drew coming up behind me and sliding his dick into her pussy as he began to fuck her for the last time.

I was going in and out of consciousness by that point, as was Victoria, but that wasn't stopping us from fucking her one last time, Drew's dick going in and out of her pussy as she threw her head back and went limp, cumming all over Drew's dick as he buried it inside of her and shot his cum into her, moving his hips in and out of her as he filled her womb, making out with her as he unloaded into her, finally pulling out of her after draining his balls into her.

Dave was next to fuck Victoria, and much like we all were doing by that point, he fucked her as roughly as possible, pummeling her pussy as she arched her back and drove her hips into his, her eyes rolling back into her head as her cunt clenched down on his dick, putting the squeeze on it as she came all over it and Dave came in her again, grunting as he shot load after load of his cum into her, followed by Michael and Scotty, who also fucked her as hard as they could, lasting only a few minutes before blowing their loads into her.

"OHGOD, that was the most fabulous gang bang I have ever been a part of," Victoria whispered as she laid in between all of us, her legs wrapped around me and her arms wrapped around Dave as we drank some more beer and tried to gather our strength.

"Can't say we've ever been a part of a better one than this one was, either," we told her as she laid her head on my chest, finally bidding us farewell as she got up to find her clothes, getting dressed and then going to wait by the curb for the taxi we called for her to take her back to her car at the club. 

"Here's the number to our dorm, baby," Dave told her as she headed for the cab, "anytime you feel like being a rave slut again, just give us a call. You know where to find us."

"I just might have to take you up on that," she told us, blowing us all one last kiss as she stepped in the cab and we headed back to our dorm rooms, "but now I have to get back to the real world."



Raveena, Avenger of Penendrune



At dawn, the sentry in the North watchtower of Pelendrune spied horsemen silhouetted against the black-purple sky. He gasped in panic as line after line of warriors slowly crested the crop-covered hills surrounding the city. “There be thousands”, he exclaimed to himself. As he touched his fingertips to his forehead, the sentry mumbled a prayer, “Mother Saluria, save us, save us all.” He turned and gave the alarm to the slowly waking city. 

Raveena never saw the ranks of mounted warriors. She was shaken from her sleep, jerked to her feet and carried down into the sewer opening not far from her house. Her father had given the order to “Stay here and stay quiet.”, and promised to return for her when the battle was won. All that day, she stood in the filth and stink of the sewer and listened to the thunder of hooves and the screams of men dying in agony. When night fell, the screams were replaced by the terrified shrieks and cries of women being raped and slaughtered. Raveena leaned against the wall of the sewer and shook through the few quiet intervals of time. Often she perceived shadows passing the entrance to the foul tube hewn into the soft sandstone, and expected to be taken at any moment. Raveena was shaken to near hysteria by the triumphant shouts of the Zandalin warriors looting what little of value the city held. Thirst, hunger, and the soft brush of unseen things that scurried over her head and hands made the sanctuary one of pain and fright, but she dared not leave the safety of the hiding place. Not until the second night did she venture out, and then only under the cloak of shadows cast by the full moon. Her bare feet made no sound as she traveled through the streets by taking a few steps, stopping to listen, and then inching forward again.

She crept through the shadows to her home and saw no living person, but the dead were all around. At the door to the house, Raveena found her father. His heart had been pierced by a pike, and the broken shaft still protruded from his chest. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she touched his cold, lifeless face. She rose and entered the house, and through tear-blurred eyes, saw a woman’s body. Raveena had thought her mother beautiful, but the butchered horror before her bore no resemblance to the blond-haired women who had nursed a baby Raveena at her breast. The girl turned away from the naked body lying spread-eagled on the floor and searched with hoping heart around the rest of the moonlit room. She found no person other than herself and the bloody corpse. Her gaze came full circle, she walked closer to the body, and cried out when she discovered the small dark pink birthmark on the woman’s right breast. The mark matched the one on her own chest, although at the age of thirteen, she had barely begun to blossom with the curves of womanhood. Raveena sank to her knees and wept until she could weep no more. As the first rays of dawn pierced the blood spattered windows, her grief became the rage of lost innocence, and Raveena swore a vow to Mother Saluria.

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The silent hunter crouched in the cover of the forest undergrowth and watched two Zandalin warriors settle down by their fire. Soon, quiet breathing was replaced by intermittent snoring. The night creatures and insects resumed the soft song of the forest as they went about their way in search of food and mates. When the snoring became deep and regular, the lithe form crept silently over the soft carpet of decaying leaves and grasses. A flare of flames silenced the night creatures as the heat burst some pocket of resin deep inside one of the logs, and the hunter flattened to the ground. For a few moments, the blaze lit the small clearing, but to even the sharpest eye, only the suggestion of motion would have been seen; a careful look at the site of the supposed movement would have revealed nothing but the normal forest floor. The shape had disappeared into the invisibility afforded by the mottled brown garments and the low, flickering light.

The flames died away to dim, red, glowing coals, the trees once again retreated into the night, and the hunter crept forward on all fours. The cat-like movements slowed to barely perceptible. A soft “shhh” sound marked the dagger being withdrawn from it’s sheath. The hunter was so close to the sleeping warrior as to smell the stench of months on the march without benefit of bathing, and, had the fire burned brighter, a small nose would have been seen to pinch against the odor. As quickly as the viper strikes the mouse, the stalker reached out with one hand and covered the mouth of the sleeper. The other slashed the dagger across his bearded throat. The warrior attempted to struggle, but the silent hunter flattened upon his body until the flow of life blood slowed to a trickle. The form release the grip and crept toward the other sleeper. The warrior stirred, and the hunter leaped high to land with knees in the warrior’s leather clad belly. The sudden compression of the sleeper’s gut expelled all air from his lungs, and caused an involuntary contraction that kept him from inhaling. As he gasped for air, the dagger slipped under his rib cage and thrust into the depths of his chest. The figure made a three quick swishes of the dagger handle and the warriors heart was shredded. He died staring into blue eyes that flared with a fire of murderous intent.

The hunter calmly watched the death throes before searching for the water container they must have carried. After finding the dried ox stomach, the figure began disrobing. The soft glow of the coals lit the smooth, muscular form when the soft, pigskin clothing fell to the ground. Legs corded with muscle and sinew blended into tight hips and a firm belly cloaked with pale blonde curls. The graceful movements caused the blood-streaked, well-formed breasts to sway gently, and were any observer to study the face, he would have found it beautiful in spite of the black smudges and blood that dotted the high cheeks. Upon the removal of the leather hat, a shining, blonde mane fell about her shoulders. She began washing at the blood, and as the gore was sluiced away, a small, dark pink birthmark became visible on the figure’s rounded right breast. After completing her toilet, the young woman cleansed her leather garments and then dressed. The short skirt covered little of her muscular thighs and the lacing of the shirt held her full breasts so tightly as to push them up and over the low neckline. She pulled on high boots and tied the straps at her knees. 

After carefully searching the bodies, she rummaged through the packs and weapons of the dead warriors and took what interested her. The noises of the forest commenced, and the lone survivor of the razing of Pelendrune sat beside the fire and ate of the warrior’s rations. Her appetite was soon sated, and Raveena carried the broadswords, shields, and the few garments and trinkets to her camp in the hidden canyon. The breaking rays of dawn found her astride the chestnut stallion called Tanadar as he loped over the plain.  Raveena relaxed on his strong back, and breathed deeply of the fresh, morning air. The speed of the running steed matched the flag of her long blonde hair to his creamy yellow, flying mane and tail.

Raveena’s reason for traveling in this direction was to trade in the markets of Axanroth. Axanroth  was a lawless bordertown filled with thieves, murderers, and concubines as well as traders. It sat on the edge of Reigran, the country in which she was born, and was near the large kingdom of Goyrona. Although the town was filled with danger, the traders had goods from far and wide, and asked no questions as to the origin of anything offered as barter. In return, it was understood that no inquiry would be made about the former owner of the trader’s goods. The arrangement suited Raveena well, for although her purpose in life was the elimination of the Zandalin warrior class, she had need of food and clothing in her quest. She laughed at the irony; the strength to kill Zandalins was fed by their own possessions. 

The hazy blue afternoon sky waned into the orange-purple clouds of evening as Raveena rode up to the opening of a small, secluded valley. This valley was off the traveled paths to Axanroth, and she felt relatively secure, but still dismounted at the entrance and carefully searched the ground for signs of trespass to her secret retreat. After satisfying herself that nothing had been disturbed, she located the hidden cave, and added her trophies to the collection of six month’s hunting. She rearranged the foliage of the bushes that hid the entrance, loosed Tanadar to graze, and made her way to a thicket of willows. As she stepped through the close-grown saplings that guarded the small, quiet pool from view, the young girl stopped and again looked for signs of any intruder. Nothing seemed out of place, and she walked the short way down the shore to the place where the soapwort grew. After selecting a few of the cleansing plants and crushing them on the rocks, she removed her clothing and waded into the cool, spring-fed water.

Since that fateful day in Pelendrune, Raveena had been obsessed with the cleanliness of her body. It was as if the two days of standing in the black, odorous muck that slowly flowed to the nearby river had stained her skin to an unreachable depth, and the stain had remained in her mind if not on her body. She bathed daily, if possible, and if need be, as it was on the night before, she washed again to remove the residue of her work. This obsession did not stay Raveena from her vow of taking revenge on the Zandalin warriors, but she never let herself remain soiled for longer then required to finish the immediate task.

The cool water lapped at her hips as she walked over the sandy bottom, and she stopped only when the small waves created by her motion tapped at dark nipples made rigid by the chill. She shivered at the water against her bare skin, took a deep breath, and bent at the knees until the water closed over her head. This first immersion was a favorite with Raveena; the cool water exchanged her weight for buoyant bliss, and she remained in the squatting position until her lungs screamed for air. As her body broke the surface, she threw back her head, and the water-darkened mane of blonde swept the air with a cascade of diamond-glitter droplets. Her hands slicked the hair back from her face, and then began working the soapwort into a rich lather. The blonde tresses came first, and soon were thick with foam. After another immersion served to rinse them clean, she carefully squeezed out the water.

Raveena waded to less depth to expose her body. Her hands scrubbed gently at her face and slender neck and then over the soft shoulders. The slippery feeling of the soapwort was enjoyable, as was the caress of her own hands on her skin. As her palms softly rubbed the full, rounded contours of her breasts, and then brushed over the still hardened nipples, she caught her breath. The feeling bade her touch linger at the taut nubs. The girl gently squeezed the warm globes, and then worked her palms down her sides and back. As the swell below her slender waist felt the caressing fingers, a tingle floated up her spine and she shivered. Her hands traced the outline of her hips, stopping to squeeze and slip between the soft cheeks, and then slowly moved around to the gentle curve of her belly.

Raveena ran her lathered hands over her feet, calves and thighs. Spreading her stance wide, she worked more soapwort into a frothy lather, and washed the golden curls at the base of her belly. Her fingers worked the lather down, down, down, and over the soft lips that formed the portal of her childbed. The fingers slipped between the lips and rubbed gently, and the familiar tightening sensation began deep inside her. She worked more lather from the remaining plants, and pushed her fingers inside the passage. The flicker of warmth in her belly became a raging flame. Her slippery thumb sought and found the growing button of flesh that now protruded from between the lips, and began to massage it. Her other hand slid over her breasts, first moving to cup and caress the underside, and then squeezed. The lather caused the breast to slowly slip from between her fingers until she was left holding the erect nipple in a tight grip. She pulled gently, and her knees became weak as the shooting sensations collided with the ripples in her belly. Raveena cried out and her fingers and thumb moved more quickly. She stretched and lifted the breast by the nipple, released it to bounce softly against her chest, and grasped the other. As she lifted this one by the taught tip, the tingle again shot through her body, and she felt the always incredible tension building. Her hips rocked against her hand, faster and faster until, at last, with a tiny cry, her body spasmed and she fell to her knees with gasping breath and pounding heart. After a few moments, Raveena waded out to her chin, plunged under the water, then rose and walked back to the shore. 

She dried her body with a soft fur from her pack, dressed in fresh leather garments, and began combing her hair. Raveena was proud of the hand-carved tortoise shell comb. It was a trophy from a warrior she had killed some time before, and since his hair showed no sign of ever being washed, she was certain the comb was not for him. She surmised it was a gift for some concubine in Mallindor where the garrison was based. Raveena had heard of the whores of Mallindor and considered them to be on an equal level with bitch dogs, so she had no qualm about relieving the corpse of this small trinket. She worked quickly but was careful to separate the tangles, and in an hour, the yellow-gold mane was dry and full. A plaited leather headband served to hold the sides from her face, and Raveena felt clean again. 

No fire would she have this night, for though the valley was secluded, it was safer to remain undiscovered.  The deeds done in the pursuit of her quest would cause no great consternation among the local populace, for the Zandalin’s showed no prejudice in the targets of their frequent raids. Many were the families broken asunder by the stroke of a Zandalin sword, and most would have rejoiced at the death of the last warrior. She did not fear the hunters of the night, for she had trained herself to mimic their movement, and would be forewarned by the familiar, tiny sounds of their passage. Her caution was against the human wolves who sought out those stopping for the night before commencing trade in Axanroth. Morning would find the unwary traveler beaten and robbed at the least; more often than not, the sun’s rays would cast bright light on dull, dead eyes. A little parched grain, received compliments of her last two victims, would serve to quell her hunger. After removing all traces of her presence, Raveena climbed to the comfortable crotch in the oak tree that she had discovered on a past journey to the city.

The stallion’s scream made her eyes fly open only to shut against the bright sunlight. Raveena shaded her brow with her hand and searched in the direction of the sound.  Tanadar was rearing against three ropes which bound him to the saddles of three Zandalin warriors. As the riders pulled the ropes, they rode nearer and nearer to the plunging, rearing horse until he was trapped. One of the riders threw a band of leather over Tanadar’s eyes and quickly tied it. Tanadar quieted immediately, and the three led their prize toward the entrance to the valley.

Raveena was on the ground almost before the echoes of Tanadar’s scream died away against the valley walls. She ran toward the protective willows with the full intention of killing all three warriors and retrieving the stallion. Just how she would accomplish this deed, since she was armed only with the dagger, and had a great distance to run, was not of concern to the enraged woman. Had the heavily muscled arm not appeared from behind a clump of saplings to circle her waist, Raveena would have raced to the stallion’s side, and her fate would have rested with the Mother. In a heartbeat, she was lifted from her feet, a strong hand clamped over her lips, and her back was crushed into a massive, naked chest.  With the strength of a cornered animal, she fought against this human obstruction that handled her so easily, flailed at the body behind her with fists and feet, and bit the hand until she tasted the salty flavor of blood.

“You’re teeth are sharp and painful, but I will not release you until you halt your struggle.” The deep voice caused her to pause and her quick mind began formulating a plan for escape. She quickly relaxed her legs and became dead weight in the grip of the hands. 

“Ah, so you yield quickly, do you? You must think me a fool to believe the woman who was ready to defend a mere horse against three armed warriors would so quickly place herself at the mercy of just one. I will allow you to speak, but I will not yet release you.”

The hand moved from her mouth, and she saw the two half-moon impressions of her teeth. Her voice was quiet, but seethed with rage. 

“Who are you, bastard son of a diseased whore? I would have killed the three and had Tanadar back if you had not stopped me. I would kill you if you would only release me.” Raveena again began pummeling the man who held her. The arm tightened around her waist until she could not breathe. The deep voice chuckled.

“I think not, my pretty little captive with the mouth of an ox driver. You have spirit, that is true, but I think you need judgment to temper the fire. I can hold this grip long after you have feinted, and will do so unless you behave. I leave the choice to you; stop that irritating kicking or turn the color of the sky. It matters not to me.”

Raveena relaxed again, if only to gain thinking time. It was useless to resist; his superior strength would always win out. The compression of her waist loosened somewhat, and her lungs sucked deeply at the fresh air they craved.

“Had I let you go, you might have been mercifully killed, but it is likely the three would have taken their pleasure with you before ending your life, and your horse would still be tied to their saddles. I’d have been forced to stay my quest in order to bury your body away from the wolves and hawks.”

“What quest?”, she grunted.

“Hmmm...if I tell you, and you manage to escape me, you could sell my knowledge to the first trader you meet. I think I will keep that to myself, for the moment. I could help you get your horse back if he means that much to you. He looked to be big enough for two of you, but if you like him that much.... That is, if you are willing to help me. Are you done fighting me for a while?”

At her nod, he sat her easily on her feet. She turned and saw her captor for the first time. Had she been the normal timorous woman of her time, the tall stranger would have been intimidating. He towered over her head, and it was understandable that she was so helpless against his strength. So heavily muscled was his chest and shoulders, they looked ready to burst from his open leather shirt. The eyes under the shock of black hair were wily but with a sparkle, and the smile appeared genuinely friendly.

“I am Kaldor, son of Rellav, and king of Zandalin. And you are?”

“Raveena of Pelendrune, and you’re a liar. There is no king in Zandalin. There is only the evil queen.”

“I will be king, someday, mark my words. It is you who strays from the truth. Pelendrune was razed many years ago, and the city is only a moldering ruin. All it’s people were killed.”

“All but one. I am the last, and I am their avenger.”

Kaldor threw back his head and bellowed in laughter.

“You don’t look much like an avenger. You’re just a girl. You’re a pretty girl, but still, just a girl.”




Raveena, Avenger of Penendrune



He saw the flick of her wrist and jumped just as the dagger whistled past his ribs. He chuckled, and Raveena slashed at him again. Pain shot through her wrist as the large hand closed around it. The grip tightened until she yelped and dropped the dagger.

“Hmmmm, the pretty girl has the quickness of a snake, and is clever as the fox. Perhaps you could avenge your kin against mice and rabbits, but never against warriors. Still, you may be of some assistance, and I will help you get your horse back. Now, we must be off if my plan is to work. The timing is critical.”

Raveena looked in awe at the massive black stallion that burst through the thickets at Kaldor’s whistle. Tanadar was large; this horse was immense. Kaldor simply said “Baldane, my friend:, and leapt easily to the saddle. He offered his hand. She was lifted to the stallions rump as if she had taken wing. 

“We must move quickly to be there in time. Hold on.”

The stallion’s canter chewed up the level plain in long gliding strides. Raveena’s legs squeezed the gleaming black horse with all her strength and her arms wrapped tightly around Kaldor’s waist. It was like hugging a tree, she thought, except that trees did not sway and ripple beneath one’s arms. It had proven useless to hold herself away from Kaldor’s back, and now she pressed her breasts into the slabs of tight muscle. With each stride, the stallion’s motion caused her nipples to rub against the her leather shirt. Raveena fought at the sensations; they were as pleasurable as when she caressed herself, but she did not understand the other feelings that holding the large stranger created. 

Men had slaughtered her father and mother. She had heard the loud laughs of the Zandalin warriors mixed with the women’s screams of terror and pain. At the age of eighteen, she met the first of the many that had fallen to her sword and dagger. He had chuckled, “Ahh, what have we here? Why, I believe it’s a new sheath for my sword. A young sheath for sure, but all the tighter for it.” Raveena had been brave, but foolish in her inexperience, and allowed the man to come within reach. He had grabbed at the swell on the front of her tunic and squeezed hard. “It’s a nice little tit, and a soft one at that; I’ll like having it under my chest.” Her dagger slipped beneath his ribs just as he extended his other arm to restrain her. He died quickly, but not before leaving purple-black bruises on her shoulder and breast. She had grown since that day, both in experience and in size, and had allowed no other man to touch her. Why did this man cause such confusing feelings?

It was dusk when Kaldor stopped the black stallion. Raveena saw the flickering light of torches in the distance.

“That..., is the fortress of Mallindor, center of the Zandalin realm. If my guess is right, your horse is there. My reason for this ride is also there. I come for the woman who killed my father and robbed me of my birthright.” He spat the name. “Elthirin!”

The name shook Raveena from nose to toe. Elthirin, Queen of Zandalin, the most feared ruler in all the realms.

Elthirin was known throughout the land of Zandalin, as well as in the surrounding kingdoms, as a woman bound to her actions by the ties of lunatic perversion. No act was so gruesome as to cause Elthirin to shy away, and in fact, she took her pleasure from such situations. Not only did she command her warriors to rape and plunder the border cities of her queendom, but she maintained a chamber of terrible implements for the torture of the conquered warriors her commanders spared during the battles. Elthirin lived and breathed the pain of those so unfortunate as to come within her grasp. Some said she also ate of their man-flesh. She spared no life, but would prolong the agony of some hapless lump of flesh to such extent that he would beg for death. Ultimately, Elthirin would grant this plea, but only after the screams and gore had left her gasping in perverted sexual release. It was from this garrison, and under her orders that Pelendrune had been devastated. 

“This is your plan, to kill Elthirin? Not only are you a liar, you are a fool. I should have expected nothing more.”

“And why am I a fool, little avenger?”

“Everyone knows there are thousands of warriors in that fortress. Even as big and dumb as you are, you can’t believe you can kill them all. Elthirin will have you on her cutting table before nightfall.”

“Well, there is that possibility, I suppose. But, you see, I happen to know the garrison is being sent to Dillfaly tomorrow morning. Elthirin has used her stock of lambs, and requires more. She has also lost her common sense. She believes twenty guards are enough to protect her.”

“And you have a plan for killing them? Twenty is better than thousands, but twenty is still too many, even for both of us.”

“True again, little avenger, but I know one other secret about Elthirin. She hates men, but has a particular fondness for women in her bedchamber.”

Kaldor eyed Raveena carefully.

“Especially the young ones.”

“Stop calling me little avenger. My name is Raveena!”

She blushed at his beaming smile. 

“W-why are you smiling at me?”

“I was just thinking that you might enjoy Elthirin’s ministrations, and I will have gained a woman of two pleasures to share my bed.”

“You have more chance of killing the bitch-queen than of getting me into your bed.”

“We shall see about my bed, but I don’t mean to kill her. I mean to capture and sell her to a slave trader in Goyrona. There is a certain king who wishes her company in his castle.” 

“But she’s crazy. Why would anyone want her?”

“It seems she sent his brother back from her dungeon, in pieces, as it were, and he wishes to return the favor. Elthirin will become a harlot in the service of the king’s army. I would not wish her on my worst enemy, but he’s willing to pay a handsome sum, enough to make us both rich.”

“I don’t need to be rich. I need to see the end of the Zandalin warriors.”

“In three days, the Zandalin warriors will be gone. This same king has sent his army to Dillfaly, and they await in ambush. Their number is twice that of the Zandalins.”

The plan was simple; too simple, Raveena thought. They would ride into the garrison in the evening, after the main force had departed. Kaldor would ask to see the queen. When the guards asked what business he had with Elthirin, he would reply that he brought Raveena to the queen as a slave. Raveena’s part was to keep her temper under control and appear to be afraid. If things went well, Raveena would soon be with the queen, and Kaldor would be taking care of the guards. Raveena would carry a small dagger hidden in her boot, and was to overpower the queen, bind, and gag her. After dispatching the guards, Kaldor would find the queen’s bedchamber, and they would be off for Goyrona. By the next night, Elthirin would be a thought of the past, and they would be rich.

“And just why will they let us inside the gates?”

Kaldor chuckled. “Because I have this.” He produced a Zandalin warrior’s tunic from a bag behind the saddle. “There are too many warriors for the guards to know each one. I’ll say I have returned from a foraging party with a gift for my queen.”

“Tell me, if things don’t go according to this plan of yours, what will we do?”

“Well, you said you wanted to kill Zandalins. You’ll get lots of opportunities. That was my plan before I happened on you.”

Horsemen trotted from the garrison gates for several hours. The column formed a long snake of black leather and glittering steel that slithered away toward the horizon. Kaldor and Raveena watched patiently from their hiding place in a thicket until the dust of the last riders fell silently to the earth. 

“This time, you ride in front, and I’ll have to tie your hands. That way, you’ll look like a captive.”

“I can’t do much if my hands are tied.”

“I’ll only tie them loosely, so you can free yourself. Just hold your arms apart so the bindings look tight.”

The giant black stallion was almost at the gate when Kaldor reached around her, grasped the lacing of her tunic and ripped it apart. Raveena’s breasts bounced into the night air, and she hissed at Kaldor.

“Why did you do that? It is necessary that I be naked as well as bound?”

Kaldor cupped her breasts in his large hands and squeezed gently. “Don’t talk to me. You’re a slave remember? It needs to look as if you put up a fight.” He chuckled. “Besides, the guards will now be watching these lovelies instead of me.”

Raveena kicked back at him and connected with his shin, but only succeeded in hurting her heel.

“Stop it. Were almost there.”

The stink of burnt, rancid animal fat from the torches assaulted Raveena’s nostrils at the same time the guard’s shout stopped them at the huge gate.

“Halt. What is your business in Mallindor?”

“Look closer and you’ll see I wear the tunic of a warrior. I have returned to join the garrison for their next battle, and have brought a gift for my queen.”

“If you were a warrior, you would know the garrison has already gone.”

“On the last march, three of us left the main column to scavenge for food. The other two were killed by villagers. I dispatched the murderers, and captured this girl thinking that our queen might like a new slave. Let me pass, to stay the night and give the queen my gift. I’ll be on my way to join the others at daylight.”

“And what would Elthirin want with a young girl?”

“Any warrior knows of her fondness for the softer sex to warm her bed, or perhaps you are not so close to our queen as I.”

“Aye, I know of her likes. I also know if you’re lying, you’ll find out about another of her little joys. Enter, and let me see this slave you’ve brought.”

The massive oak gate swung open and Kaldor rode through. Raveena barely heard his whispered warning.

“Remember, you’re my captive and you’re afraid. Don’t move, no matter what happens. Elthirin likes her girls timid.”

The guard stopped them with a brandished pike and a smirking laugh.

“Let me have a look at this girl.”

The guard walked to the side of the horse. Raveena felt a callused hand touch her knee. The hand slowly felt up her leg and under the short leather skirt. Fingers roughly parted the folds of her sex and sought to slip inside. She bit her lip to keep from kicking out at the leering, pock-marked face. The rough fingers poked, prodded and pulled at the soft lips and blond curls. Slowly, the guard withdrew his hand and brought the fingers to his hooked nose. After inhaling deeply, he stuck the middle finger in his mouth and slurped. 

“Ahhhh, she’s young and wet and sweet. Maybe I’ll just roust a couple o’ me friends and try her out, before you give her to the queen. Guards never get to go out and find women like the warriors do. We have to settle for those old crones in the tavern.” Raveena felt his hand lift her breast and rub over the nipple. “Yes, wet and sweet, and her jugs are heavy with hard little teats. A pleasing comfort she would be.”

Kaldor’s reply was spoken in a playful manner, but Raveena heard the underlying threat.

“Well, with any other woman, I would happily join you, but that would be a stupid thing with this one. This pretty flower has not yet been picked, and the queen has a particular fondness for unused girls. She would not like it were you to soil her prize.” Kaldor stared calmly at the guard and placed his hand on the pommel of his sword. “Nor would I.”

Raveena caught the flash of fear that shone in the guard’s eyes.

“I-I see what you mean. Still..., but then it wouldn’t do to lose one’s head, so to speak, over a mere girl, would it?”

Kaldor looked at the guard with a flat smile. “No, it wouldn’t...so to speak.”

Finding the palace was not difficult. It was the largest building inside the fortress, and five guards stood at the entrance. Now that Kaldor had managed to enter the garrison, he was just another warrior and no one challenged him. He pulled Raveena from the horse, and carried her into the palace over his shoulder. A frightened looking slave stood just inside the entrance, and Kaldor ordered her to announce his gift to the queen.

Raveena’s eyes were wide in amazement at the sumptuous furnishings. In her home so many years ago, there had been three rough wood chairs, a table, and a sleeping pallet. Since that time, her furniture had been forest logs or boulders, and she slept in trees or on the ground. Everywhere she looked in this room were vases fashioned of gold and silver, rich tapestries, and seats of the finest wood and leather.  She was about to comment when a woman’s voice barked a question.

“Who disturbs me at my evening meal? What is this story of the gift of a slave?”

“It is I, one of your humble warriors, my queen. I have brought this young girl to be slave to you. She is untouched by any man, and I believed you might have use for her.”

Raveena cringed at the sight of the woman. The myth lived in the vision before her. Elthirin was dressed in the finest silk, but the splendid fabric could not hide the wildness in her green eyes or the lines in her face. Before the madness changed kindness to torture and love to perversion, she might have been beautiful. The woman who stood before them looked as hard as the weathered granite cliffs outside Belorra, and as bitter as the taste of vinegar. Even the auburn hair reflected her decline into the pits of cruelty. The long tresses were shot through with white.

“She is unworthy, but since you brought her, I will find something for her to do. I would see her naked, to make sure you have not marked her by your rough treatment. If she is pleasing, perhaps I may put her in the wine house. The guards are always grumbling about the women there.”

“Of course, my queen.”

Kaldor drew his dagger and moved between Raveena and the queen. “When she asks you to remove your boots, you must find some way to keep your dagger. It’s the only weapon I can leave with you.” He sliced through Raveena’s tunic and skirt and ripped them from her body. She stood naked in front of the witch. 

“See, my queen, I left no marks.”

“Yes, but it looks as if she could do with a bath. Raazan!”

The same timid slave approached from the doorway.

“Take this wench and give her a bath. Then take her to the room next to mine.”

As Raveena left with the slave, the queen turned to Kaldor.

“You thought well to bring me a slave, and your efforts will be well rewarded. I shall send a servant to the tavern with my order. Food, drink, a bed, and the women of your choice shall be yours for the night.”

“I thank you, my queen, but the garrison is on the move. I shall but eat and sleep before leaving to join them.”

Kaldor breathed a sigh of relief when he passed through the palace door. It was going well, but it had been difficult to keep from striking down the woman who killed his father and took his heritage. If he was successful, in two days, everything would be put right again. The tavern would be his first stop, as it figured well into his plan. Drunken men were always easier to subdue than sober ones, and at least half of the guards were sure to be drinking and bedding the whores in their off duty hours. These he would probably not have to kill. The rest, well, his task was to capture Elthirin, but he would kill them if he must....

Raveena had never felt the pleasure of hot water. Peasants did not experience such luxury. The slave girl, Raazan, had taken her to this room and said she should remove her boots and get into the basin. Raveena waited until Raazan turned her back, and slipped the dagger under the water. She stepped into the steaming pool, shrieked, and looked up to see Raazan watching with a smile.

“Is it not wonderful? Before I was taken into slavery, I never dreamed of such things. Sit down, slowly, and you will see.”

Every nerve of her skin tingled as Raveena sank into the depths of the bath. Heat enveloped her, seeped into every fiber of her body, and nibbled away at the stress of the task before her. After secreting the dagger between her thighs, she closed her eyes in the warmth. Small noises told her Raazan was doing something behind her, but Raveena was not prepared to feel the woman join her in the bath. She turned and looked into the smiling face of a very naked Raazan.

“I am to wash you for the queen. Please do not struggle. If I fail, I will be beaten. Besides, I think you will enjoy it.”

Raveena was tense as the young woman’s legs slipped around hers. Since the day her mother was killed, she had never felt another woman’s body. Raazan’s was soft and ripe with the lush curves of womanhood. Breasts pressed into her back as the slave girl slipped the headband from Raveena’s brow and began to sluice water over the long blonde tresses. The scent of sweet fruits wafted into her nostrils. Raazan was pouring something into her hand.

“This is for washing. It will leave you clean with a pleasing scent.”

Raveena’s only thought was that the sensations of Raazan’s hands washing her hair were the most wonderful she had ever experienced. She relaxed completely. All too soon, Raazan was rinsing the lather away. 

“Now, I must wash your body. The queen insists that her slaves be very clean.”

Raveena felt small, soft hands gently rubbing her neck and then slipping down over her back. Her whole body tingled again at the velvet touch. The hands moved to her sides and over her arms. Just as she was beginning to enjoy this new feeling, the hands moved over her shoulders and touched the upper surface of her breasts. Raveena stiffened.

“Do not be afraid. I have done this for others, and will give you only feelings of pleasure. Soon, you will learn to enjoy my touch.”

The combination of the satiny palms and the slippery bathing oil was too much to resist. The slave girl gently, but firmly, rubbed the cleansing lotion over the tops of Raveena’s breasts before moving around to the sides. In a moment, the hands cupped both her breasts and slipped over the underside.  It was natural that they would slip from the slave girl’s palms, and Raveena gasped when her nipples brushed over slippery fingertips.

“See, I said you would enjoy my touch. The queen will be very pleased with you, I’m sure. You react in much the same way as I at my first time.”

Raveena had no time to consider this comment. The hands were on her belly and moving down. As Raazan reached forward to stroke Raveena’s knees, the slave girl’s taut nipples bored into Raveena’s back. The sensation was new..., and it was exhilarating. Raveena found her body reacting with a familiar tension deep in her belly. A wave of tingles swept through her when Raazan’s fingers found the inside of her thighs and slowly slipped up. 

“The Queen demands that you be clean everywhere, even where she can not see. Oh..., what is this?”

Raveena grabbed the slave girl’s wrist tightly, retrieved the dagger, and placed it at Raazan’s throat..

“It is a dagger, you fool. Cry out, and you’ll be the first to feel it’s bite.”

“You mean to kill the queen?”

“No. But I will kill you if you try to warn her.”

“I will not say anything if you take me with you.”

“Take you with me? Take you where? I didn’t say I was going anywhere.”

“You are going to do something and then leave. I will be killed for allowing this without telling the queen.”

“Just tell me what will happen tonight. If you’re true to your word, I’ll take you away from this place when we go.”

“We? Then..., the warrior who brought you...you do this deed together?”

“Just start talking about tonight. You’ll know everything soon enough.”

“After your bath is complete, I am to show you to the room beside the Queen’s. It is a room made for the pleasure of the body. There is a large bed with heavy posts at the corners. On each post is an iron ring. I am to tie your limbs to these rings with heavy straps, hands to the head, and feet to the foot. This is the queen’s way with new women. She will enter the chamber and touch you all over. It is her custom to first pleasure her slave women with her hands and lips. This is why you must be clean. She will soon place her lips on the petals of your flower and begin licking and suckling. I speak with honesty; the feeling is very pleasant. You will begin to feel warm all over, especially inside. Soon, a feeling will overtake your senses, and you will cry out and shake. Afterwards, you will feel very nice. I was about to show you before..., before I found the dagger.”




Raveena, Avenger of Penendrune



“And this is all? What happens next?”

“Next, the queen will expect you to do the same for her. It is not unpleasant. I have grown to enjoy pleasuring her almost as much as when she pleasures me.”

“And how can I do this if I am tied hand and foot?”

“The Queen will sit astride your face that you can reach her flower with your mouth.”

“And then, after I have pleasured her?”

“If she is pleased, she will make you a palace slave, as she did me. If not, you will be sent to the tavern to service the warriors and guards.”

“I think I won’t wait for her decision. If you’ll help me, I’ll spare your life and take you away from here. If not..., I have never taken the life of another woman, but I will do so to save my own.”

“I do not enjoy life as a slave. The Queen treats me well, but can be very harsh. I fear that as I grow older, she may not favor me so much and I will end up as a whore. The other slaves say these women are pawed by the warriors and forced to service their needs with every opening of their bodies. Sometimes they must service three or more at once. I do not wish to become a whore. What must I do?”...

The warriors in the tavern had been an easy conquest. Kaldor had simply bought round after round of wine using the word of the Queen as money. After the seventh, two of the eight guards had slumped to the floor. Three more draughts were required before the last was sleeping soundly in a corner. The seven concubines were overjoyed. At his suggestion, and with a gift of three bottles of the wine master’s best, they retired to their rooms. Only the tavern keeper presented any problem; that problem was soon solved with a stout blow to his jaw.

Kaldor had learned from the drunken guards that two men patrolled each of the two fortress gates, the five he had already seen were all that watched the palace, and that another five were confined to the guard quarters in case of an emergency. He tallied the numbers and cursed the warrior who had surrendered the information and the tunic. Twenty-two guards in all. He would have to accommodate the extra two in some way.

After sloshing wine over his tunic, Kaldor made his way to one of the gates. The guards laughed as he staggered up and offered them a drink. They asked if he had sampled the other wares of the tavern, and he started a slurred story about a brown-haired woman. They were standing close in order to hear, and never saw the quick slash of the fists that turned their world black. Kaldor tied and propped them at their posts, and they appeared to have simply fallen asleep.

The second gate proved easier than the first. This was the gate through which he and Raveena had entered the fortress, and the guard recognized him. His offer of a drink was accepted. While the pock-faced guard tipped the bottle, Kaldor knocked out the other. He barely avoided the sword that whistled past his belly. The pock-faced guard was fast, but not fast enough to sidestep Kaldor’s lunge. He died choking at the broadsword that pierced his throat.

Kaldor counted the guards standing outside the palace entrance. The five were still there. On a good day, he could hope to kill two or three. Five were too many. He would have to think of a way to separate them into smaller groups....

Raveena walked before Raazan to the pleasure room. The large oaken door swung quietly on it’s hinges as they stepped through. Raveena was amazed again, although this time, the implements of lust were the cause. Numerous whips and straps of leather hung from hooks on one wall. The huge bed with it’s iron rings stood against another, and was lit with candles affixed to holders on each side. The bed was remarkable in itself, but her attention was drawn to the table at one side. It was covered with replicas of stiff male organs. Some appeared to be of wood, some of stone, and one in the center was long, thick, and covered with gold.

“The Queen uses these to pleasure her female slaves and herself. This basin of oil is to ease their passage into the body. I have been required to use them on myself, at times, for her pleasure. They are not so nice as the touch of her fingers, but if I close my eyes and think very hard, I can make them feel as if a man is entering me.” Raazan giggled. “At least I imagine it is what a man would feel like. The stone ones are very cold, though. I would think a real man would be much warmer.”

“Let’s get this over with. You remember what we agreed? And you remember that Kaldor or I will kill you if you go back on your word?”

“Yes, I remember, and you need not fear.”

Raveena soon lay on the bed with the appearance of being secured by straps at each arm and leg. In truth, the straps were merely tied with a slender thread. It would take only a small effort for Raveena to get free. The dagger had been hidden in the robe she wore to the room, and was now secreted beneath the coverlet at her right hand. Raazan had been gone only a moment before a door opened and the queen stepped into the room....

The trouble with guards, thought Kaldor, is that they usually fear being alone. All five were clustered about the door to the palace. If there were only some way to split them up. As he sought for a method, the palace door opened and he saw the slave girl. In a moment, one of the guards went inside and the door closed again.

Well, four was better than five, but still too many to overcome quietly. Perhaps...? He went to the stable and returned with the black stallion. He had often ridden on one side or the other, one foot hooked in a strap and the other in the stirrup. It was a way of shielding himself from the arrows of an enemy; it would now serve to shield him from the eyes of the guards. With a whispered command, the stallion walked past the front of the palace. To the guards, he appeared to be a loose horse, and two followed to catch the stray animal and return him to the stable. Kaldor continued to ride until out of the light of the palace torches and in the shadows of another building. He was waiting when the guards rounded the corner. The pommel of his sword sent both into unconsciousness. Now he had only to wait for them to be missed. 

He was surprised at how quickly the next one came looking for his comrades. The two seemed to be sleeping against the wall of the building and the searcher shouted for them to wake up. Kaldor was unseen and unheard when he slipped behind the man and bashed his head. Now that they were subdued, it was necessary to keep them so. Kaldor bound all four hand and foot with rope. As a second precaution, each received a leather strap across his mouth.

Were it not for the reserve guards, it would have been a simple matter to mount the stallion and charge the last guard at the palace door. The noise of such a scene would summon the reserve as well as the guard inside, and he could not risk the brash attack. As it was, only a few more minutes would pass before the remaining guard began to question why the others had not returned, and call for reinforcements. The reserve guards must be neutralized, and Kaldor had already formed the plan. He had need of a small army, and the tavern keeper had been kind enough to supply one....

The queen stood beside the bed. Raveena was surprised that so evil a face could belong with such a lush body. Elthirin slipped the silk robe from her shoulders and let it pool on the polished stone floor. Her breasts stood proudly below the sensuous hollow of her throat. The queen’s sleek body tapered to a narrow waist and then swelled into full ripe hips. Every movement of the long, slender legs held the quiet grace of a panther. The fascination was short lived. Raveena saw the mad glint in Elthirin’s eyes, and the cruel smile that was almost a sneer. There was little doubt the woman was insane. Raveena only hoped her movements would be fast enough, and that Raazan would be true to her word.

Elthirin reached out to touch Raveena’s breast. Silk-soft fingers lightly stroked the nipple, then grasped it and pinched hard. Raveena yelped in pain, and nearly drew the dagger at that moment. She bit her lip. Raazan needed more time.

“If you do as I bid, great pleasure shall be yours. If not, you will beg for an end to pain that will not stop.”

Raveena feigned fear and innocence.

“Oh, please, mistress. Do not hurt me. I know not what you wish of me, but I will do my best to please you.”

“Good..., good. The warrior who brought you here said you have not yet been made a woman. Be this true? I will know if you lie.”

“Yes, it is true. Only my own hand has touched me there, and never deeply.”

“Well, we shall begin with a smaller instrument, then, to play a softer tune.”

Elthirin moved to the table, lifted and replaced several of the items, and finally selected one of wood. She dipped it into the basin of oil, and returned to the bedside.

“Be at ease, child. I am about to give you pleasure beyond thought.”

Elthirin gently caressed Raveena’s breasts and then slipped her hand to the small slit between her thighs. The slender fingers parted the folds and rubbed the wood shaft up and down.

“No man will ever make you feel as I do. No man will be so gentle. No man can understand the ways of a woman’s body.” Elthirin leaned over Raveena’s thighs to inhale the scent. “Yes..., the scent of an unsoiled woman is very exciting. I will taste of your pleasures soon, after this shaft brings the flood of your nectar.

Raveena felt the wooden manhood slowly slip between her lips and gently probe deeper. Something inside her was being stretched, and the feeling was one of pain. She cried out.

“Ahhh, so you did not lie. Even the smallest of my instruments is too large for you. This is better than I had hoped. The thought of claiming your innocence excites me, but I shall save your maidenhead for another time. I need to taste of your sweets, and to have you taste of mine. Elthirin tossed the wooden shaft on the bed and used her fingers to separated Raveena’s soft lips.

“Warm and pink, you are, and the nectar is flowing without my tool. You will enjoy my - “ Elthirin felt the needle point of the dagger at her throat. “You are free. But...how?”

“I’m free and that’s enough for you to know. I will gladly slit your throat if you move even a bit. This dagger would taste of your sweet blood, just as you would have of me. Now, stand, but slowly, as I rise with you.” ...

Kaldor gingerly lifted the humming baskets and backed away. He had found the place just where the tavern keeper had said. Row upon row of conical, straw baskets served as homes for honey bees that furnished honey for the queen. Tonight, they would serve as Kaldor’s army, and would enable him to defeat the rest of the guards. He had been stung four times trying to stuff straw plugs into the hive openings, but as soon as he passed from the area, no more bees bothered him. The guard’s living quarters were just ahead. 

The five guards were apparently asleep, as no sound came through the walls. After securing a length of rope through the iron handle, Kaldor eased the door open enough to step inside. The sleeping men lay naked in the weak candle light, and snored away on their bed ticks of straw. Kaldor threw one of the hives at the largest guard and was satisfied that it burst in the man’s face. Angry bees boiled from the sodden mass of straw and honey. He threw the second against the wall. The guards screamed, Kaldor stepped back outside the door, and tied the rope to a thick pole he placed across the opening. By the time the guards managed to open the door, they would not feel much like fighting. Their cries already filtered through the log walls.

He quickly moved down the street to the palace. The lone guard was still standing at the door, and appeared to be growing impatient with the absence of the others. Kaldor strode quickly at the man with his broadsword at the ready. It was the man’s good fortune to be a coward at heart. He turned and ran in the direction of the guard house. 

Kaldor mounted the long flight of steps by twos and burst through the heavy door. A few more strides brought him to the center of the room. Where would she be? The tavern keeper had known nothing of the inside of the palace. He took a few steps down a hallway before a woman’s voice stopped him.

“Sir, this way, but quickly. I fear the guard is waking up.”

The slave girl led the way up a winding stair and stopped before a door. She knocked three times, then again. The door opened, and Kaldor was relieved to see Raveena standing before him. 

“Quickly. Come inside. I have tied the guard and queen. Did you find Tanadar?”

“Don’t worry. The other guards will not bother us for a while. Except for your ugly friend at the gate, they either sleep, or are fighting their own battle. Your friend, I’m afraid, will never taste the charms of another woman. Tanadar is in the stable, and you need to put on some clothes.”

Kaldor sat behind the queen on the black stallion’s broad back. She would be no trouble to them. Raveena had used the collars and straps from the pleasure room to bind the evil woman, and she could do no more than sit naked in the saddle and emit muffled screams from beneath the leather hood. Raveena and Raazan rode Tanadar. Soon, the torches of Mallindor were only a yellow glow behind them.

The sun was high overhead when the buildings of a town pierced the horizon. In two more hours, they rode through the streets of Degnamere amid the gasps of the milling populace. Kaldor stopped in front of a large barn-like structure and dragged Elthirin from the saddle. With one hand on the back of the hood and the other on the strap that passed between her thighs and around her waist, he dragged her to the step. The door opened to his insistent pounding and a fat man appeared.

“Mando, here is the vile wench, just as the king asked. I want my reward.”

The fat man smiled at Kaldor, then to the crowd that had gathered, and softly replied.

“Yes, yes, in due time..., if this is indeed Elthirin.”

A buzz surged through the crowd, and those in front moved closer when Kaldor pulled the hood from Elthirin’s head. She immediately began spitting oaths and threats.

“You son of a puss-dripping sewer rat. I’ll have your manhood roasting on the spit while I feed you your own balls. And that blonde girl. I’ll bind her across a bench, and have her deflowered by a cart horse. You’ll - “

“I’ll put the hood back on if you don’t still this screaming. Elthirin, the son has avenged the father you killed twelve years ago. I shall rule Zandalin, and you shall have another king’s army.” Kaldor chuckled. “Perhaps it would be better put to say a king’s army shall have you. Raveena will have a much nicer fate.” He looked at the slender blonde woman at his side. “She will take your place as my queen if she so desires.”

They arrived in Mallindor the next afternoon. No challenge was given, and the heavy gate swung open at their approach. Two guards saluted as Kaldor and Raveena rode into the fortress.

“How is this? The guards know you as their king, yet we have just two days ago captured Elthirin.”

“Raveena, some of the Zandalin troops were loyal to my father, and remained so after his death. They had no love for Elthirin. They took me to safety in Degnamere, and placed me with the king there. It was from them that I gained knowledge of the attack on Dillfaly. They quietly drifted away from the garrison as it marched to it’s death, and arrived here soon after we departed. You have nothing to fear from any of them. They would defend me, and you, with their very lives.”

Kaldor and Raveena stood in the pleasure room, and Kaldor stared at the leather straps that hung from the walls.

“Elthirin brought you here? This looks more like a torture room than a room for pleasure.”  “My lady, your bath is ready.”

Raveena turned at the voice. Raazan stood in the open doorway. She smiled and lowered her face.

“I came ahead, my lady. If it please you, I would stay to serve you and the king.”

Raveena turned back to Kaldor. It was obvious that he had played some part in this.

“Raazan begged to come back. I think she’s quite stricken with her new mistress. It might be nice, having your own personal servant. She tells me she has many talents.”

“I’ll think about it while I have my bath.”

Raveena stepped into the steaming water and slowly lowered herself to the warm stone bottom. The feeling of calm and complete relaxation quickly overtook her. The years since that day in Pelendrune had passed quickly, but their toll had been dear. Now, the past was floating in the mists of her memory, and the future began to blossom in her imagination. She was unsure of becoming a queen, unsure about giving up her free life, and unsure of what might happen with Kaldor. Over the last few days, he had become ever-present in her mind. Feelings foreign to her had surfaced whenever he was near, whenever he touched her, whenever he spoke. 

“Would my lady enjoy having her hair washed?”

Raveena smiled at the thought. 

“Yes, it’s a most wonderful feeling.”

The sensations were again exquisite. Soft hands gently working the cleansing liquid through her hair. Sensuous touches to her scalp made chills run down her spine. It was strange that Raazan hadn’t joined her, as before, but the hands on her hair were Raveena’s only current concern. She felt water pour over her head as Raazan rinsed away the lather.

Ahh, now she joins me, thought Raveena. The soft plop of Raazan stepping into the bath made her smile. Legs slipped around her hips and cradled her. They were...they were covered with hair. She felt the coarse strands against her skin. Raveena opened her eyes to see Raazan smile and walk out of the room. Large hands began lathering her shoulders and back.

“Raazan isn’t the only one who knows how to give a bath. I’m rather good at the task. There will be other baths with Raazan.”

The feel of his hands on her skin was very different. Raazan’s touch was feather light, and her hands were as soft as goose down. Kaldor’s hands were gentle, but she sensed strength and urgency in his motions. He stroked the fragrant liquid over her back. A wave of tingles swept from Raveena’s shoulders to her hips and she shuddered.

“I think the lady enjoys my hands.”

Never in her life had a man touched her in this way. She fought at the rising feeling she did not understand, but did not want to stop. Raveena closed her eyes again and lay back against the muscled chest.

Kaldor was gentle when he touched her breasts for the first time. He knew Raveena was unused to being touched. His motions were gentle when he stroked the sides of her firm mounds. They were gentle when he lifted them to cleanse the undersides. He did not miss the slight gasp when he stroked over the nipples, nor the fact that they rose as if to press more firmly into his palms. It was pleasant to gently roll them over her chest to work in the lather. To let the rigid nipples slide beneath his palms was unavoidable. Just as unavoidable was the increase in the heart beat he felt beneath the soft, yielding flesh in his hands.

This feels different from when he touched my back. It’s a little like when Raazan touched me. I feel warmth and..., Raveena sought for the words in her mind, and...I feel as if I’m going to burst if I don’t touch him. She let her hand slip over the leg that cradled her hips. More strange tingles raced from her fingertips as she felt the muscles contract beneath the tight skin. Her belly tensed when Kaldor’s hands slipped over her ribs and circled the low mound. Suddenly, as his fingertips glided softly over the satin surface, there was a pulling, deep in her belly.  His fingers slipped lower and swirled through the blonde curls. Raveena’s heart raced. The fingertips found her slit and rubbed over her lips. The pulling became almost an ache. She spread her thighs wide to give him more room.




Raveena, Avenger of Penendrune



“The bath is no place to continue this. Raazan has prepared the bed in the pleasure room.”

Kaldor rose to his knees, slipped his arm under her hips, and lifted her as he stood. They left a trail of small puddles from the bath to the pleasure room. He laid her on the soft towels Raazan had placed on the bed, picked up another towel and patted her dry.  Raveena lay watching motionless while he dried himself. Her gaze took in the strong back and chest, the thick legs, and did not miss the hard organ that stood proudly from his body. The stiff shaft held an attraction for her. She knew it to be the organ of creation, and her mother had explained how it was used. No one had explained that she would want to touch it, to hold it in her hand. She reached toward him and brushed her fingertip over the surface. It jerked higher. She marveled at how soft was the skin compared to the rest of his body. Kaldor’s chuckle and smile made her blush.

“My little charger wants you, too, but I shall be easy in introducing him.”

Gently, Kaldor lifted her off the wet cloths, removed them and lay her back on the silk bedcover. He walked to the bedside table, ignored the phallic replicas, and dipped his fingers in the small basin of oil.

“This will ease your passage from girl to woman.”

The bed sagged as Kaldor sat beside her. Raveena watched as he leaned over her face. The kiss caught her off-guard for a moment. She gave in to the urge to part her lips, and felt and tasted his mouth on hers. She also felt his fingertip brush down her inner thigh and back up her slit. It was more glib this time, because of the oil, and slipped between her lips. The sensation was as if she had caught fire. Raveena raised her knees and let her legs fall open. The finger moved back down and pressed gently against the opening to her inner self. With no conscious command, her hips lifted to press the finger deeper.

Kaldor was not to be rushed. The first virgin to fall to his charms had been hurt by his clumsy attempts. He had not repeated the mistake, nor would he do so now. He maintained contact with the warm, wet entrance, but allowed his finger to penetrate no further.

All women were different in their enjoyment of caresses. Some liked firm, quick rubbing motions and others were more comfortable with slow, soft caresses. He began slowly. No fold of her guardian petals did he overlook. When he judged her arousal to be well along, he sought the little sentry that hid beneath his pink cloak. Teasing touches and circular caresses woke the bud from sleep. Raveena thrust hard into his hand and cried out. 

The ache of need swept over Raveena as a raging river sweeps it’s banks. When Kaldor’s lips closed over her nipple, her belly tightened and forced a low moan from her lips. His tongue brushed the rigid tip at the same time his finger found the place she thought only she knew. Contractions swept her belly. Had she been able to listen to herself, she would have been shamed by the low grunt. Her mind was centered on her nipple and the tiny throbbing nubbin. The belly contractions expanded to her hips. They rocked up toward the fingertip at each touch. Kaldor’s finger slipped inside her passage and began to move slowly in and out. Raveena’s face rolled to the side, then back,

Kaldor changed position on the bed, but she barely noticed. Her body was becoming tense and she felt as when riding up a hill. Some new vista was on the other side, and she knew that it would burst into her sight as she topped the rise. The finger that stroked her passage and brushed her tiny nubbin brought her closer to the top with each movement. Raveena took no notice when the finger left the opening in her cleft. At first, she did not feel the large, firm, object that replaced it. She only felt the swirling caress that made her breathless and a steady pressure. She opened her eyes and looked down the length of her body. 

Kaldor was kneeling between her thighs. He moved slightly and the pressure increased, His body moved back, then forward again. Raveena felt the tip of his shaft press against her maidenhead. The pressure stayed while Kaldor’s fingertip moved more quickly, and brought a stronger tightening to her belly. Her hips thrust into the man who penetrated her most secret of places. The sound began as a low hum, raised to a moan, and became an animal cry as the first wave of release swept her. Raveena felt the small pain as Kaldor buried himself deeply in her rippling passage, but the sensation was swept into oblivion by the second surge that raced through her body. The movement of the shaft that pierced her served only to make the sensations of pleasure beyond her comprehension. Raveena’s body arched and drove itself over Kaldor’s thrusting manhood. The splash of his seed deep inside her body caused her mind to explode in a phantasm of sound and colors.

Raveena opened her eyes into Kaldor’s smiling face.

“My little avenger has become a woman, and a very passionate woman for one so young.”

She smiled and stretched sensuously.

“Is it always this way, between a man and a woman?”

“No. It becomes better as time teaches them about each other.”

“Then we must do this often. I want to learn quickly.”

“And so you shall, my queen, so you shall.”

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