7 comments/ 47551 views/ 7 favorites He Knew Her, But She Didn't By: qualitywheat Readers, beware, this is a story of incest, BDSM, interracial love, and lesbianism. Mrs Harton was sat at her desk marking some papers, she was oblivious to her class for the moment, though her students were well aware of the radar she seemed to have when anything went awry. She was the most popular teacher in college, and that also had something to do with the fact that she was hot! The hottest teacher anyone in the college could remember. She was a very knowledgeable teacher, there never seemed to be any question she couldn't answer, and if there was, she would have it at hand the next lesson. Her math lessons were fun, not only did the pupils learn easily from her, her classes were always full; she was even approached for extra lessons, which she always gratefully refused. She was the most comprehensive and honest teacher in school. She was only 25 years old, and married, her husband was Tom, for 2 years now, she thought that she was as happy as a person could be, if they had a problem, they would work it out, they were like most married couples, they weren't deliriously happy all the time, but satisfaction had replaced the earlier passion, and they were now settled into a way of life. If they had any problems it was the fact that during the week Monday to Friday, they had to live apart. Tom worked in the city, and commuting had been given the elbow, doing 9 or 10 hour days, then a 2 hour each way trip to and from home each day was too tortuous, so he had taken a small apartment, and travelled Mon to Fri, arriving home by about 8pm. There sex life had actually got better, due to the fact that they spent 4 nights and 5 days apart. The weekends, apart from avid sex, were spent quietly, but Chris was always hornier than Tom, which was why she had a vibrator that he didn't know of. But all her adult life, there had been a niggle at the back of her mind, a niggle she couldn't define. She spent weekends researching and swotting for college, he researching law books for the following week. But all in all, their life was working out okay. They didn't have any children, neither wanted any, it had never been an issue, she was on the pill. And financially they were heading on the upwardly mobile track. They now had a big house, a big affordable mortgage, both has nice cars, foreign holidays, life was quite good. Chris, (Mrs Harton) was what can only be described as a 'looker,' in fact she was better than a 'looker,' she was gorgeous, and she was just so hot! But in an unpretentious way, she had no airs or graces, never tried to outdo other women, never gave anything away, in the way of signs to other men, or even women either. She was 5ft 2" tall, had soft, sleek, beautiful auburn hair, that in certain light, had a red look too, it was down past her shoulders, and often wore it up on her beautiful head, a pony tail, or down and loose. Which ever way she had it, it looked good. Her face was a natural complexion, flawless, creamy and smooth, her eyes were large, wide and dark brown, thick sharp eye brows, her nose was symmetrical to her face, and her lips were of the kind that men would stop and do a double take, they were lips, which demanded kissing. Her bottom pouty lip was a straight line above her chin, and tipping downwards at the corners, her upper matching lip sat above it, it was the most sensuous of mouths. A long slender neck that was graceful in movement, her shoulders supported her neck and head in swan like lithesome sways. Her breasts were full and large, nipples that could support, when aroused, a hat on one, and a coat on the other! Her waist was flat, muscled, because of her fitness regime, and narrow, all above hips that were in line with her shoulders. But it was her legs that were the pinnacle, if that is the right explanation, they seemed to go on for ever, smooth and gliding from top to toe, her skin was smooth, there were no lumps, bumps, or knobbly bits anywhere. They were, in a word, perfection. Many men had tried to woo her before and during her marriage, some very tempting offers were often put her way, from many directions, wealthy student parents, friends of her husbands, and friends of her fathers. Even from students themselves. Chris for her part had a wondering mind, a mind, which would even shock her at times; it was adventuress to say the least. She would often ponder, when looking at a man or young man. If he, or him would be good in bed, if he or him, had a big cock, was he or him muscled under his shirt, was he hairy, all sorts of sexual innuendo, and sometimes she would get herself quite excited. But only to her, never ever out in the open. That was why she had been taken aback, and more than intrigued by a note left for her, in a sealed envelope. It had been folded in half, in her desk drawer. She was used to being approached by all manner of men, and boys, some direct, some quietly. But she always knew who they were. And if she was honest with herself, she was always more than flattered. She had no idea when it had been placed there; it had been yesterday, when she had used it last. She had opened it, and it had read. 'Mrs Harton, (a pupil?) Chris (fellow teacher?) You have enamoured me for sometime now, I am too unsure really, to approach you face to face, but I have to tell you, that you are the most wondrous of women, I look at you and I am in awe. Please, do not be afraid of me, or this note, I will never mean you any harm in any way. Yours in rapture, J.' She didn't know why the note captured her imagination; it was quite unusual. She couldn't remember ever being approached in this way. She thought the use of the word 'rapture' had caught her; her natural curiosity got the better of her supple mind. She couldn't help wondering who it was, and felt a small urge to know who her unknown admirer was. 'J,' she said to herself, 'who can J be?' She went through all the 'Js' in her mind, there were 5 pupils, but she eliminated 3 of them, the other 2 were possibilities. They were 3 teachers or colleagues, but she eliminated 2 of them, that left 3 possibilities. Of her husbands friends there were 2, but how would they get that note into her desk, they were eliminated. So were friends of her fathers, and Tom's father's friends too.Along with pupil parents. But what if 'J' was just a letter used for this purpose? She was nonplussed, she couldn't reply, so she took the note, memorized it, and then destroyed it. Then 2 days later, another one was in her desk. 'Chris, hi there, I hope you were at least a little pleased, to have a secret admirer? I look at you and wonder what is inside you, your wide eyed innocence, the person inside that beautiful exterior. Are you the woman I see? Or maybe you are the latent, secret inwardly sensuous person, trying to get out, the one I see in my mind, you may very well be? 'J.' Chris sat there stunned, did he know her? He had hit her right on, she was the person he mentioned, but how could he say that, if he didn't know her? She quickly lifted her head and glanced around the room, she was trying to catch someone looking at her as she read the note. There was no one, and least of all, John Griffin, or Jack Downs. Both of the 'J's. Both of the 19 year old boys, were studiously head in their books, both were very good looking, both knew their way around the girls, they were both, in her book, good possibilities! 'Who is it!' she demanded in her mind. She went back to work, deliberately devoiding her wandering mind of the incidents. Chris tried to concentrate, but her mind got the better of her, she began deciding that the 'J' was Jack Downs, it had to be, he had sidled up to her a week ago and accidently brushed her body with his. He had apologised profusely, but he had done it on purpose, she knew he had. But Chris had put it to one side, and forgotten about it until now. Her active and fertile mind began to think if he was the one, then why? The answer was obvious; she knew the effect she had on the male species and even some of the female ones too. She giggled to herself at that thought, and then her pussy moistened. The following day, there was another note in a sealed envelope. 'Hi Chris, that was a beautiful smile on your beautiful face yesterday, it lit the sky, such was the radiance, how that smile would make me feel, were I to be the receiver of it. J.' x x x x She felt her heart flutter when she read it, who is he? She was beside herself, what was going on, why was this getting to her like it was? That night, she fingered herself to an orgasm, with Jack Downs in her mind, she fucked him, and he fucked her, with an abandon she never knew she had. The note in her drawer the next day turned her insides out! 'Hey Chris, I was in your mind last night, and you were in mine. I was with you all the way; you are the most beautiful creature on God's earth, not only to look at, but on the inside too. I know I shouldn't Chris, but I worship the very ground you walk on, my sweet lady, J' She stood up on legs that were like jelly, and made her way slowly into her stockroom. Her mind was on the previous night's terrific, mind blowing orgasm. In there she sat down, her pussy was wet through, why was she like this, never in her life had she been in a situation such as this, she had always been in control of her emotions. No one, no one, no one, had ever captured her imagination like this. And now her mind was in turmoil. She had to find out, find out somehow, who it was, who it was that was turning her mind, and now her body upside down. But what could she do? She couldn't ask Jack Downs. That was impossible, he had given no indication it was him. She couldn't take the chance of challenging him, could she? The weekend came, and Chris attacked her husband as soon as he walked through the door, he was in bed and being screwed before he could draw breath! But it wasn't her husband she was screwing, it was Jack Downs, she hated herself for even thinking it, but her orgasm, sent her crashing into the ceiling. It was Tuesday before the next note, she had gone straight into her drawer the previous day, and she was thoroughly disappointed not to find one. That night she had dreamed of being in bed with a man, of being thrashingly banged by him, but she couldn't see his face, it was just a blur? But she knew with an unerring certainty, that it hadn't been her husband, no, she was certain, it had been Jack. And she had orgasmed as she woke up; her pussy was a soaking pulsing fury, a throbbing body of supine flesh. When she got into her class, she went to her drawer. She opened the note, it read. 'Chris, you are ruling my mind, what am I to do? Are you truly out of reach, to be reached only in my dreams, and only in your dreams too? Your soft sublime charm so enamours me, J' For the first time in her life, Chris wanted to be unfaithful; her pussy was reaching across the room to Jack Downs, sat in the centre of her classroom. She had never ever even cheated on a boyfriend, and certainly not on her husband, but she needed this person, whether he was a man or a boy, the boy, she knew in her mind, the one she had dreamed about. But what could she do, she began devising this plan, that plan, and then another plan, all she cast aside in defeat. She looked at him as often as she could, he looked blankly back. 'God he is good looking isn't he?' She said to herself, wishing she could play with her wanton pussy! When he glanced up, and caught her eye, she smiled at him, it was a personal smile, one that said, and she found herself hoping, 'Hi Jack, I'm here? I know it's you, it is you, isn't it?' Then she hit on the idea of leaving him a note. So writing on a sheet of A4 in large letters, she wrote. 'J' chris.harton.12.@hotmail.com and she taped it face up to the bottom of her drawer. He, whoever he was, had to see it. She was taking a chance she knew, but she had to know if it was him. But no one would suspect her meaning of the note, no one but J. The next weekend intervened, again she attacked her husband, but she gave no thought to him, only to her own stupendous gratification at the hands of Jack Downs. She had many orgasms over the next 2 days, Tom asked her if she was okay, was she on happy pills, he had laughed at that remark. The note on the Monday was a little ambiguous. 'Chris, I want you to wear your hair in a pony tail for me, all this day, and even when you arrive home. Then I will know. J'? 'Know, know what?' she pondered, but walked into her stockroom, and put her hair up as asked. She walked back into her classroom, and was looking directly at Jack as she did; he never showed the least interest! She was furious. 'How dare he ignore me like that!' she raged to herself. Her pussy was on fire, she was working herself up to boiling point. Her nipples were red hot bolts of flesh, hard as iron, and so supersensitive they itched on the inside of her blouse, an itch that had to be scratched, and scratched as soon as possible! She could still not understand why she was behaving the way she was, what was it, that he had uncovered in her. What was there about her, that she had succumbed, and so easily, to a pretty woeful attempt at seduction? He had succeeded in playing her emotions to the point of no return, with a simplicity that shattered her mind. Where all others had failed miserably, he had produced a winning formula, which she had gobbled up, hook line and sinker! It had to be due to the fact that, her husband was away all week, and she needed, nay, craved, sex, love and attention. The sensation of being under, or on top of a beautiful man, was becoming unbearable. Her defences were crashing down around her; she was vulnerable, and he had broken into her vulnerability, subversive to this attack on her morals, and her sense of honour. She was 25 years old and fantasising about a 19 year old boy in her class, a boy who had seduced her mind, and then her body. If he was the one, then he would be ripping away her fidelity, her woman morals, desperation to be his lover, to feel him inside her That evening at home, and all alone, she had gone straight upstairs, got out her trusty vibrator, and fucked herself furiously, and half to death, with Jack Downs face above hers. As she recovered from her monumental orgasm, she hurried as fast as her rubbery legs, and twitching fingers would allow her to, she logged on to her PC. There on messenger was an invitation to add him, whoever he was? But her mind, heart, body and definitely her pussy, was wishing and hoping, it would be Jack Downs, to her list; it was from 'J' She had his body in her minds eye, as she looked at the invitation. She knew how big he was, how he walked, talked, acted, and behaved. She could only imagine, and she had done, the size of his prick, the girth of his balls, the power of his strong young and very fit body. The kiss of his lips as they had devoured her, his tongue driving at her, in her agile, fertile, and very imaginative mind, was overriding any pretentions now, that she didn't want this. She replied to his invitation, he was on line she could see it. 'Hi J' 'Hey Chris, glad you have replied to me, I was hoping you would, you will never know until I show you, how much I was hoping' 'Who are you J, I have to know?' 'Not yet, I have to be sure about you first' 'But you know so much about me? It's not fair?' It read like a plea from a little girl. 'Send me a photo of you Chris; I need to be able to look at you' 'Only if I get one from you then?' she replied a little haughtily. 'Do it Okay, I'm waiting,' he replied. She read the order in the words, she shivered. Chris went into her photo file and sent him a really good one of her stood outside of the college; she reckoned that this was a safe bet. Her PC beeped, it was a file from him, now for it, and she happily opened it. It was a photo of a man with his head blanked out. She could not see his face, but he was naked, his body tight and muscular, reclining on a couch, his body was just as she had imagined it. It stunned her, she had never expected this. But it was his cock which stopped her breathing, it was half hard, and it was glorious. If there had been anything to stop her from going forward, the very sight of his prick, had blasted it out of the water. Her heart seemed to stop, what was he doing to her, how was he controlling her very being? She wanted to jump into the photo and get hold of it, kiss it, lick it, suck it, and more, she wanted to be fucked by it! 'That isn't fair J, you are playing with me,' she seemed to bleat. Her curiosity thundered her onwards. Now he applied the pressure. 'Do you like my cock Chris, does my cock excite you Mrs Harton, you are feeling sexy, aren't you?' She sat and stared at the appendage in front of her; she drooled at the sight of it, her pussy clamped and unclamped, it spasmed, and juddered her to another shot from earth! He went on. 'Its waiting for you Chris, to sample your hot dripping teachers pussy, the one you finger over me on a night, needing it, you do, don't you Chris, hmmmm?' 'Its big Chris, just made to fit into you, it was made by God, so it fitted you like a finger in a silk glove, would you like a photo of it Chris, Mrs Harton? Hmmmm. Her PC beeped once more, another photo, now in a complete daze, she clicked on it, and it opened in full colour. It was magnificent, it showed him from the waist down, and stopped mid thigh, but taking centre stage was his beautiful young prick, and it was fully hard. It stood high and proud, thick and long, the bulbous head seemed to taunt her. His balls tight below it. Her pussy fell inwards, she orgasmed right in front of her desk again. Her nipples blew apart, the need to be fucked, make love, have sex, was overwhelming her. She wrote her address down and sent it. 'Please J, I want you to come right over, right now, please?' she added. 'Be upstairs in bed, and waiting, dressed appropriately, and ready for me, leave your door unlocked so I can enter, I will lock it' She stared at the screen, and before she could reply. 'Chris, don't disappoint me, okay?' 'I will be there in 15 minutes.' Then the panel closed, he had gone. 'My God, what am I doing, how can I be doing this?' she said aloud to herself, as she hurried upstairs. 'Dressed appropriately,' he had said. She showered in record time, got out the brand new underwear she had bought and not yet worn. Light pastel blue in colour, lacy bra, skimpy panties, stockings and suspenders, she brushed her hair, applied a little make up, and got on the bed. Her pussy and nipples were in unison, one dripping white hot, her 2 nipples ready to shatter like granite. They were literally talking to each other, both now deliriously excited about the upcoming meet. Chris heard the door open, close, and then the lock securing it, he was here, no going back! Light footsteps on the stairs, he didn't enter her room. Chris was reclining in what she hoped was a very very seductive pose, on her side, shapely knee slightly bent. The light from the room spread out of the half open door, she saw his shadow in the gap. Was he peering through it? 'Face down Mrs Harton,' his voice came. 'What? Why?' she asked, not understanding him. 'I said; face down Mrs Harton, now, or I leave!' She did as he instructed, why am I obeying his commands like this? She thought, but she knew the answer, his prick, the photo of it was branded searingly into her mind. He saw her do it, he pulled down the ski mask he had on, it only had eye holes, a mouth hole, and he was dressed in all black, he was a fearsome sight. He stepped silently to her, 'My God' he said to himself, 'she is the most beautiful woman on this earth, and I've got her, she's mine. His prick jumped and lurched in his pants. He Knew Her, But She Didn't 'Stay still, and don't move or I leave, do you understand? Nod your head Mrs Harton.' She nodded her head. He quickly and quietly took of his attire except the ski mask. His prick was proud and tall now. And then he took out of the pocket of his pants, the blindfold that he had brought. It was his intention to keep her off balance, the tension insurmountable. Her need now to be fucked was unassailable, and to make love with, who was really, a total stranger. It was this, that had brought about her seduction, the stranger taking her, it had been a fantasy of hers, and he had unknowingly stumbled upon it, and now he was enacting it for her. He climbed over her, straddling her back, she felt skin on skin. Chris was trembling with fear, anticipation, dread, urgent need, and her extremities were driving her at breakneck speed, to her total subjugation of the moment. She felt him gather her hair, and push it over her head, then the feel of something silky sliding around her face, the touch of it gliding over her ears. Her face was buried into her pillow, she felt the silk tighten slightly, and then a rasp, it was the Velcro taking hold. She was now blindfolded. 'Turn over Chris, don't remove the blindfold Mrs Harton, don't even think about it, okay?' he told her, as he lifted himself a little, to allow her to move. 'I won't,' she answered, in a very small voice. She turned over. Suddenly her nipples were ravaged, he gripped them, crushed them, pulled them, twisted them, she cried out in surprise, and utter arousal, her body was begging for more. Then it changed, he sucked first one, and then the other into his mouth. 'Oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,' she moaned and gurgled. She raised her hands to him. 'Put them down, you wanton slut!' Her hands fell immediately to the side. 'A wanton slut?' He had called her a wanton slut! It was as if he knew her very DNA, what had made her, who she was, how to command her. She was in a place she had never even imagined to be. He kissed her, then pulled away, her lips tried to follow his, he crushed her nipples again. 'Aaargh, oh please no, please stop, I'll do whatever you ask, please?' He crushed them again, followed by another kiss. She was almost demented, and it was nearly all down to her, to the need she had built within her body, for him, for this. She didn't see it, but he reached behind, and taking aim, plunged fingers into her pussy, causing her to almost throw him off. Thumb and forefinger grabbed her clit; he crushed it, and twisted it, Chris orgasmed. It utterly broke her. Letting go, he leaned forward, kissed her softly, lovingly and passionately, and said. 'Do you need me Chris, do you want me, will you ask me to put your brand new beautiful prick, into your hot steaming married pussy, ask me nicely, and I might? You do love your new prick don't you Mrs Harton?' He was taunting her mind. 'Yes yes yes, oh please please yes,' she was pleading, begging, 'I need it so badly, do me anyway you want, I need it, I need you, only you, please make love to me, please fuck me please?' This was a woman that she didn't know, who was this woman? Begging a stranger to fuck her, to practically rape her, rape her mind and soul? A woman who, until a little over 2 weeks ago, had thought of herself as a normal, happy, satisfied woman? She was married to a good man. She was on top of her life, ahead of the game. And she had been brought to the very brink of her own debauchery. She realised too, that she was a submissive, a submissive she didn't know she was, her beauty had protected her from it. No one had ever had the effrontery to tempt her to her fate. But he had, it had taken the right man, at the right time to bring it out. The niggle at the back of her mind, had been identified! The sensation of him sliding down her body, kissing her all over, touching, licking, and caressing her, made her boil over. Her needs now were devastating her, the blindfold had added to more arousal than she had ever thought possible, to more need, more desire, and more to the point her abject submission to him. Who ever he was, even though she was sure it was Jack Downs. How had a boy of his age attained this power? 'Put your hands above your head Chris,' he told her. She obeyed. Pushing her knees apart with his, she felt a nudge at the entrance of her pussy. She was beside herself with the urgency of her situation; the desperation was building into an unstoppable tornado. She was tipping over the falls, to crash on the rocks below, with no hope of salvation, no saving of her drop into him. The absolute thunderous thrust of his prick, drove what breath she had out of her, everything he did, had done, had taken her by total surprise. He continued his control, he pulled it out. Without thinking, Chris begged. 'No no, please put it back in, oh please don't tease me like this, I need you in me, I want you in me, please come back in, please please, I'm begging you?' Then she wept, her tears were for the release, the relief she needed, and the need for his love. He banged it back in, Chris howled with pain, delight, fear he would pull out again, she tried to clamp him with her legs. He slapped them. 'Down!' he barked at her. Her legs flopped downwards. But gratefully he hammered at her; her body was tight in his grasp. Orgasms were coming thick and fast. She had lost all control now, her very being at this moment in time, was to only please him, to do what he told her, and in return, he would give her what she was begging for. He was thrashing her, as he had in her dream of him, he banged her unmercifully, his hips and loins crashing wonderfully, and painfully into hers. Then the ultimate gift, he slowed, he kissed her, then he shot his load deep into her, her pussy was awash with his cum, it was like molten lava, as it spread around, up and into her. It felt like no other feeling she had ever experienced. Chris fainted momentarily; she came to, still under him, still in his grasp, his cock still deep within her. He kissed her again, and said softly, 'Chris, you are, were everything I have ever dreamed of, everything I have ever wanted.' 'Tonight, and for the rest of the week, we are going to make love, I am going to fuck you, and love you in every hole, you will accept me, won't you Chris, you won't deny me will you?' 'Nothing you can do can stop me, can it?' She lay there under him, and said. 'You are what you are,' she gasped, in between deep breaths, 'who you are, I am, and will be, what you want me to be, I promise.' Then she made a request, 'can I take off my blindfold please?' 'No,' was his curt reply. He rolled away from her, gathered her in his arms, pulled her to him, and said. 'Now tell me where your vibrator is!' 'What?' she asked incredulously, 'how do you know about that?' 'It was a guess, but I knew it was a good one.' 'It's in the drawer, there at the side. He reached over, pulled it out, and said, 'turn over Chris.' 'Why?' she asked. 'Do it!' he demanded. She did, then prying her cheeks apart, he pushed it into her puckered, but now very slick arse, she squealed loudly, he slapped her hard, and told her to keep still! Again she did as he told her. He turned it on, slipped his hand under her and began fingering her pussy, finding her clit was easy, and soon, despite the intense pain, and embarrassment of him treating her this way. Her arousal grew, she tried vainly to resist it, but it wasn't just the vibrator, it wasn't his adroit fingering, and the throbbing of her clit, it was the power of him, which made her go, to where he wanted her to go. Another orgasm blasted through her, she began to think that if she had many more, it would kill her. 'Please stop, please, I can't take anymore, you have taken all I can give you, please let me be still, just for a few minutes at least, please?' she stuttered. He smiled, 'gotcha,' he said to himself, 'there'll be no more resistance now, she's mine.' Pulling his fingers from her defeated pussy, but leaving the vib in, he took her into his arms, and loved her, he held her tight, told her he loved her, told her that her needs would be forever satisfied, and that her life was in terminal change. She understood his words, but the enormity of them hit her like an express train. Was her marriage finished, was her life as she knew it over? 'But but,' she stammered, 'I'm married, I have a husband, I have a life, I am a teacher, it's all I have ever wanted to be.' 'Yes angel, I now that, he said, 'and the only thing that will change, is your marriage, I will take you away from all this, I know what teaching means to you, and I too am a teacher, I am your teacher my angel, comprende?' 'I'm so confused, I don't know where I am, what's happened, it's too much to take in, I don't even know who you really are, I'm sure I do know, but I'm not certain.' She whispered. He put the ski mask back on, and removed the blindfold. 'Who do you think I am angel?' he asked. She looked him up and down, she couldn't help but marvel at the prick laid on his leg. Her hand went unbidden to it, felt it, held it, and stroked it; it lurched in her soft grasp. 'Suck it angel, suck it, now!, It was an order, an order she obeyed immediately, her head dove at it, it was still sticky and hot from him fucking her, but she didn't care. She went at it like a steam train, powering her mouth, lips and tongue over and around it. He rolled onto his back, and held her head in his hands, as if directing her, she kept up her onslaught until she felt it pulse in her mouth, his grip tightened, he was coming in her! He jerked and jolted as he shot load after hot load, deep in her throat, she took everything he gave her, she sucked him dry, the pleasure she got from that one action, was as satisfying as any she had ever had. She kissed her way up his body, and into his arms. She loved this, a new way of life had opened to her, a life she knew she would never give up, there was no way on earth, that she could ever let go of this, the way he loved her, took her, made her beg, and desire for more, and make her submit to him, she loved it all! 'Please let me see you now?' she asked as she kissed his shoulder, and lightly bit his neck. He got over her; knees both side, and said. 'Who do you think I am angel?' 'I'm almost too frightened to say?' she burbled. 'Tell me, and tell me now, my angel girl, you are mine, do it.' 'Jack, Jack Downs?' she said hesitantly. She could see the broad smile that spread under the mask, she was right, she was right! He sat back from her and hooked his fingers under it, and began to pull it up. Chris watched in awe as he slowly appeared, first his strong chin, his mouth, oh that mouth! His nose, his eyes, then it was off and he was looking down at her. Chris was in total shock, it wasn't Jack Downs, how could this be, how had she not guessed. He had always been a strong character, his bearing cowed some people, even her at times, she had even feared him. He was a man that appealed to women of all ages, even she had known that. His sex appeal was all about him, his rugged good looks made some women swoon. His name was Jack, but it wasn't Jack Downs, it was Jack Harton, and Jack Harton was her husband's dad! Her father. He had utterly taken her, tricked her, found her weak points, ripped them away and exposed the woman she now was. It was her submissive vulnerability. The one he had known, he had seen it a long time ago, and had been unable, in the end, not to act upon it. That was the reason for the mask, it was his get out of jail card, and it had worked a treat. He clamped his arms around her, bit her neck softly, kissed her, his body enveloping hers, she was unable to resist him, that was gone now, she knew that. She would never be able to raise an objection ever again. Even so, she uttered the words she knew she had to. 'Jack, I am your son's wife, I know you two have never got on together, but this, this is insane, you can't do this Jack, you just can't?' 'I already have Chris, you ask yourself the question, who owns you, who do you want to belong to?' he bit her shoulder, kissed her, and tweaked her nipples. The gasp from her pouty lips, the way her arms went around him, and held him tight, gave them both the answer. Her 46 year old father had utterly, comprehensively and easily seduced her, her capitulation had been said by her, she had said everything he needed to hear, she would never be able to deny them, especially to herself. He had subdued her feelings for her husband, they would never return, she knew that. His domination of her, had been the best thing that had ever happened to her, she loved it. And now she knew she was a submissive, she knew she would always be one, but only to Jack. It dawned on her that, yes her life had changed, that this part of it was going to be over soon, she would follow Jack, to wherever he would take her. It was about that moment, that the realisation of who she was came to her. All her life she had shied away from strong men, not the big muscular type, but the one's who had strength of character, strong minds, men who could impose their will on people; make them agree to their ways. To subvert them, and capture their own minds, Jack was such a man. He had captured her easily, made her bend willingly to his own will. Chris loved it, she knew now what she had missed all her life, she would never return to it. They fell asleep, her snug in her daddy's arms, she had called him that just before they went over, and he liked it. The following morning, he told her to ring in sick, and that she would be back at work tomorrow, she did. Then he fucked her unceremoniously in her tight arse. She begged him to be gentle, he wasn't rough, but he wasn't gentle either, she submitted to it, and soon she was moaning in her orgasms, then she actually urged him on, 'harder, harder harder daddy, harder!' He did, Chris felt as if her buggered hole was on fire, and split wide open, but he wanted it, he got it, it was good enough for her. He spilt his seed into her arse, it swelled like a wave on the ocean, it was glorious, thought Chris. The young married beauty was finding her way in life, a way she never knew existed, and it was with her husband's father, her father! Jack pulled out his throbbing prick, told her to clean him up, she did, the taste of her own shit, and his spunk was a taste she would never forget, and she knew she would taste it again. When she finished, he said, 'go and make me some breakfast angel, I need all my strength for you baby, okay,' he kissed her, she went. In the kitchen, the phone rang, it was Tom. He asked her how she was, she replied truthfully, that she had never felt better, and she hadn't, she wasn't lying. 'Good,' he said, 'I miss you darling.' And for the first time in her life, she lied. 'I miss you too.' But there was no endearment in her voice, he picked up on that. 'Are you sure you are okay Chris?' he asked again. 'Tom I have to go, I'm busy, see you on Friday, okay?' He was nonplussed, but said yes, and before he could say more, his wife put down the phone and went about making her masters breakfast. He was her master, it wasn't a term she liked to use, she preferred daddy, but if push came to shove, that's how she would think of him. Jack came down, and they ate, he asked her how she felt about the change in her life, was she going to be a willing participant with him? She answered yes, to everything, she knew now which way her life was to go, or hoped she did? He told there will be twists and turns, and that maybe she would go to where she would know not, but he would guide her there. Chris accepted this, and climbed into his lap at the table. 'Come on angel,' he said, 'back to bed, there is something I need to know about?' 'What is it Daddy?' she said softly. 'You'll find out, come on.' He led her back to bed, where he made her lie with her back to him, nicely and snugly spooned in. Both arms around her, Chris shivered in anticipation of what he was going to do next. It shook her rigid. 'Who is Jack Downs angel?' he asked. But Jack knew very well who Jack Downs was; he was a part of the master plan that he had devised on the hoof for Chris. The one she was so far into now, those things could not have worked better for him. 'Why do you want to know daddy?' she asked pensively, she felt like she was on thin ice, she was! He crushed her nipples, she moaned in both pain, and immense pleasure, to be at this strong mans behest was a turn on all by itself. 'He, he. He is a pupil in my math class, why?' 'You though he was I, do you, have you got a fantasy for him, he was obviously in your mind?' he said, again crushing her nipples. 'Please daddy, don't ask me?' Her pussy was heating up, like a steam oven. 'I will ask anything I want angel, and you will answer me, and now!' he barked. 'When I started getting the notes, I narrowed it down to him, because of the J letter.' 'And you fantasised about him didn't you angel?' 'Daddy, please?' she bleated. Her nipples were crushed once more, and her innards jellied, the orgasm he produced in her, quashed her resistance. 'I can hear him knocking on your door angel, he's here, and he wants to see you.' Jack murmured. 'Close your eyes angel, and see him at your door.' Chris did, she imagined Jack there waiting for her to answer. 'You are in your kitchen, wearing only a bathrobe, stockings and suspenders, no panties, no bra, you are in the middle of getting ready to go out.' 'Go and answer the door angel, you have to invite him in, okay?' 'Yes,' she whispered, her mind taking over her. 'Where are you angel?' 'I'm opening the door.' 'Speak to him, let me hear the conversation.' 'Oh hello Jack,' Chris said, her eyes closed tight now, 'what can I do for you?' 'I need to talk to you Mrs Harton.' He said. 'Is he good looking angel?' 'Oh yes, yes he is,' Jack crushed her nipples. 'How good looking is he, is he sexy?' 'Oh yes,' she breathed. 'Have you imagined him fucking you angel? Hmmmm?' 'Yesssss,' she hissed quietly. Have you played out in your mind, what he is doing, going to do with you angel, Hmmm?' 'Is he going to fuck you angel, is that why he is here, hmmmm, to fuck and seduce you?' 'Yesssss, I think so,' her breath was becoming ragged. 'How do you know, can you tell? What are you feeling like with him there for you?' 'He is looking at me in that way, the way you do daddy.' she breathed. 'Yes I know he is angel, I think he is going to take you, and fuck your married pussy angel, and I also think, that you will be unable to stop him ravaging you, do you?' 'No daddy, I don't think so, no.' she whispered. 'Go on angel, tell daddy how things go, use your own words of what he will do, you have invited him in, and...' he said in her ear, as he bit her shoulder hard. Chris whimpered. 'Oh daddy.' 'Jack has just walked past me, very close too, he brushed against me, it's made me shiver daddy.' He slapped her extra hard on her backside; it made her yelp in surprise, and pain. 'Daddy, what have I done?' 'Don't speak to me; relate your seduction, and his taking of you!' He barked at her. 'He is a powerful, strong minded boy, who knows what he wants, and he knows how to get it, you are in trouble here angel, he is going to have you, any way he wants to, now tell me!' 'Yes daddy, I'm sorry.' She said quietly. 'He has brushed against me, and now he is looking at me, in that way, I'm confused, what does he want with me?' 'Jack, what is it, what do you want?' I ask him. He Knew Her, But She Didn't 'You,' he said, 'I want you Mrs Harton. Chris' 'Me?' I query, Why, I am married Jack, I have a husband, please, you must leave.' 'Not until I have got what I want,' he tells me. 'He's stepped toward me, grabbed me, and now suddenly I'm in his arms, trapped.' 'That look in his eyes, it has me frozen. I know what he wants, and already I know, he's going to get it, me!' 'He's biting, and kissing my neck, I'm trying to twist away, but I can't? My dressing gown is being pushed and pulled from my shoulders, my face is burning, I think its arousal or passion, and embarrassment, embarrassment that he is doing this, and I can't stop him, I'm sinking.' He played the part, by biting her neck, and squeezing her nipples, a finger slid down and into the folds of skin in her overheated pussy, he found her clit. 'Jack, Jack please don't, oh Jack no, you mustn't Jack, oh my, oh my. He's tying the belt from the bathrobe around me; I can't get free, now I truly am caught.' 'He's standing in front of me now, close up, he's gripping my boobs, and squeezing my nipples, my knees are giving way.' 'Jack, oh please Jack, I can't stand it, please Jack, please stop, I'm begging him now. I'm your teacher, I'm married, please? He kisses me, and I can't refuse. 'Jack I say, but I'm up off my feet, and he's taking me upstairs.' 'I know he is right, I can't say no now, I can't even think it. My daddy has taught me, shown me, what and who I am; I have to submit to this powerful beautiful man boy. He is so masterful, and I want to; it's my wonderful destiny to serve whoever has me.' 'Time to take what's mine Chris,' he says as he drops me on my bed, 'there's no refusal Chris, you need to be taken don't you, you want to be reduced to begging me, pleading with me, to fuck you and fuck you again, don't you Chris?' he asks me. 'Tell me what and who you want Chris.' He says softly. I hesitate, and oh, that was a wrong thing to do. Suddenly, I am flipped over onto my stomach, and he is thrashing my bottom with the flat of his hand. 'Jack please, I want you, I want you to be my master, you are my master Jack, and my lover, please Jack, you!' He undresses, and stands at the side of the bed. 'Off,' he barks at me, I scramble to do as he says. 'Down!' 'I get on my knees, and lower my head.' 'Suck it Chris, suck your master's cock.' He says 'I dive at it, my mouth closes over the smooth round head, and I suck, I suck as hard as I can, I want my master to cum in my mouth, I am caressing him too, oh how I love this, how I love to serve him, a few minutes later, he cums, he shoots what feels like gallons of cum in me.' 'Don't spill any he warns me, I daren't, I don't.' 'He flops down on the bed, I start to get up.' 'Who told you to get up?' he demands. 'I'm sorry Jack, I'm sorry?' I plead now, I may get spanked again? His feet are either side of me, 'kiss my balls Chris, show me you are going to be a good girl, you are, aren't you?' he growls at me. 'Yes Jack,' I tell him. 'Sir, you slut, call me sir, okay?' 'Yes sir, my sir.' I reply, with enthusiasm. I wash his balls, cock, and around him with my tongue, and mouth. I lean away, and say, 'is that alright sir?' 'Yes slut, now get up here so I can fuck you, you do want fucking don't you?' he says to me. 'Oh yes please sir, I need it so bad, please, do what you want with me sir.' I beg. 'I'm going to, you slut, I going to fuck every hole in your body, you will accept me, you will submit to me in everyway, won't you, you fucking slut!' he demands. 'Yes sir, yes sir, I will sir, I promise you sir.' I am in heaven now, in just over 2 weeks, I have been given the gift of a master. 'I'm on my back, his thick, young big hard prick is pointing at me, I am looking down, waiting for him, my breath is stuck in my throat, I can't breathe.' 'Then he rams it in so hard, I scream, its so big and hard, I am being fucked relentlessly in seconds, how can a man do this, fuck his woman like this? Then I orgasm instantly.' Her daddy, behind her has shoved his erection, an erection brought on by her, deep and up and into her pussy, she is being fucked twice, once from her mind, and from Jack behind her. Her orgasms devastate her so much, she cums and cums, she can't stop, it's continuous. Her pussy is full of cock, her mind is full of cock, she is the recipient of a mind induced, and reality induced fuck fest, of which there is no escape, until both men cum in her. Jack in her head, is powering her onwards, Jack behind her is driving her upwards, then both men cum at the same time, she is unaware of who is fucking her, making love to her in a way, that could never be repeated. Her mind gives her release, she faints, her body, and mind now secured for her master. A master that Jack behind her, was going to be reluctant to give her to. But a deal was a deal. She had to be handed over to Jack, his prodigy. Jacks mother had been Jack's slave for many years, he had helped bring him up, and Jack senior had seen in him, the same qualities that he had. He was a powerful boy, who Jack had taught to be a man. He had given his mother to him for his 18th birthday, and he had been delighted. But a year later, he had gone to his mentor, and told him about his teacher, he was sure she was a sub waiting to get out. He had been right! Jack knew who he was talking about, at her wedding 2 years ago, he had met her for the first time, and he had seen it. Hence the plan, via the notes, Jack senior wrote them, and Jack the pupil had delivered them. She had been brought to here. Chris awakened, she wondered where she was, then she felt the cock in her slide out, she felt him there, spooned into her, she smiled, she was so happy, so satisfied, and so so grateful. She had never cum like that, she didn't know an orgasm could be so intense, so powerful, so all consuming. Chris turned slowly to him. 'Was I good for you daddy, did I do and say what you wanted?' 'Yes angel you did,' he kissed her, he was already feeling a bit down, because he had to hand her over to Jack Downs, and no going back. 'When Tom comes home tomorrow, you are to behave in a normal way, except there is to be no sex, if you do, you will have a world of trouble, I will know if you do, do I make myself clear?' He said fiercely. 'Yes daddy, but he is my husband, what can I say to put him off?' 'Tell him you have an infection, you can give him a hand job, but that's it, no more, okay?' 'Yes daddy,' she whispered. 'Next week is half term isn't it?' he asked her. 'Yes daddy it is, why?' 'You have 2 weeks off?' 'Yes, apart from some school work, I am free.' 'You will never be free again angel.' He told her. Her heart lurched, and then glowed; she wanted nothing more now, than to be a slave. Not knowing that next week, she would belong to Jack Downs, her pupil. 'Go and make your self look good, we are going out tonight. 'Where to?' she asked. His look sent her scurrying away to get ready. 'Short skirt, tiny top, stockings, heels, and hair down, no pants, no bra, okay?' he shouted after her. 'Yes sir,' she replied over her shoulder. Jack took the young married beauty to an exclusive club, where she was routinely fondled, and felt, her body was on fire all night, a black man cornered her, and made her orgasm in front of him at the bar, Jack looked on, amused. There was no respite, a tall voluptuous African woman took her into a cubicle, and there she forced her to the floor, where she kneeled over her face, and made her lick her pussy, until she came in her mouth. She had never done this, but she loved it, but it was the loving feeling that she was a slave, which turned her on the most. Jack took her home and made love to her, leaving at 8 in the morning, he told her to be ready for him at 10:00 on the Monday morning, and stop taking the pill too, she did, and she was! He was there 1 hour and 30 minutes late, deliberately late; he wanted to see how she behaved. She was distraught, worried sick, beside herself with worry, a worry that he had left her. Left her adrift in the world he had created for her. When he walked in, she threw herself at him. 'Oh daddy, daddy, I've been so worried, where have you been? I need you daddy, I've missed you so much my daddy?' Without saying a word, he pulled her into her living room, pushed her over the couch, and thrashed her bare arse; he beat it like someone demented. She cried and cried, she had done something wrong, but she didn't know what. 'Don't you ever,' he said between beats, 'don't you ever ask me where I have been!' He got behind her, undid his pants, and forced his erection straight up her arse, with the force of a gun! 'Never ask your master a question, without asking if you can first,' he bellowed, as he rammed her wide open puckered little brown hole. 'I'm sorry master, I'm sorry?' she wept with the pain, and now the orgasm flash flooding through her. He reached under her, and grabbed her tits, and decidedly crushing them so hard, she squealed, and came again, orgasms washed out of her like rain. Jack pulled out, twisted her around, and shot his load all over her face. Then walked off, and went up stairs. 'Clean yourself up, you dirty slut!' He roared. No more lessons were needed now, if they were, she would learn quickly and harshly. She loved the beating, and the combined fucking, it was heaven. Chris hurried after him, went into the bathroom, cleaned herself up, made sure she looked as good as she could for him, and stepped slowly into her bedroom, not sure what to do. He was there on the bed. 'Come here angel,' he told her. She hurried to him, and stood at the edge. 'Clean me off.' Was all he said. She got on the bed, and licked and sucked him clean, her shit tasted as before. No one could be as happy as this, she told herself, whilst her backside was blazing from the thrashing he had given her. 'Can I lie down next to you please sir?' she begged. 'Yes angel you may, you are learning fast, I'm pleased with you.' She glowed with pride, and pleasure, she had pleased him, oh heaven! 'What happened over the weekend with him?' he asked. 'Nothing sir, I told him I was unwell, I never even touched him, I swear sir I didn't, please believe me?' she was in fear, and some hope that he would spank it out of her. But he believed her, got between her legs and attacked her clit with his tongue, teeth, and lips, she was writhing around like a boa constrictor, he drove her insane, and she was on the verge of cumming when he stopped. She looked down, and begged him to make her cum. That's when, he rose, and started spanking her pussy, she howled in pain, but was too afraid to try and stop him. It made her orgasm, it was so unexpected, she screamed at the white hot intensity, it folded her in half, and Jack stopped and looked at her in wonder. 'Jesus fucking Christ,' he said to himself, 'I've got a real live one here, I might have to keep her for myself?' But his problem was, Jack was going to turn up tomorrow, instead of him, he was going to enact her rendition she had made. During the day he fucked and made love to her, at 6 that evening, her husband rang. Chris talked to him as though he was just someone she knew now, which in fact, is what he had been made into by his father, her wonderful father. She loved him. She cut him short, and said goodbye, she had Jacks cock in her mouth, she was busy! What she didn't know, and neither did he, was, he had been filmed with a hooker, all supplied by Jack, he didn't want to use it, but he would if he had to. He left her at 10 that night, Chris begged him to stay with her, but he refused, and told her to have a good rest, because tomorrow was going to be a busy day for her. 'And you had better make yourself look good too, I want you in heels, stockings and suspenders, no pants, no bra, and in your bathrobe, waiting right there for me,' as he pointed to a spot in her kitchen. 'You understand me?' He glared at her. 'Yes daddy, I will do what you say, I will sir?' She did, she slept like a baby, and she looked like a million dollars when Jack walked in, Jack Downs! She stood there incredulous. 'Jack? Wha wha what, are you doing here?' she stammered. In answer, he brushed close, as he passed her. Then turning he grabbed her, pulled her to him, and began biting her neck, and kissing her, shoving down her bathrobe around her, he pulled the belt away and tied her arms. She stood before him immobilized. Taking her tits in his hands he crushed them, and then her nipples, he was doing exactly as in her story to Jack. He was kissing her again, then she was up off her feet, and being carried upstairs. 'Time to take what's mine Chris; you are going to beg me to fuck you again, and again, aren't you?' She was reliving her story, and he undressed. 'Off!' he barked, she scrambled off. 'Down!' he ordered. She did, and lowered her head. 'Suck me Chris; suck your master's young big cock.' He told her softly. She dived at it, sucked the beautiful smooth head into her hot mouth, and attacked him with her tongue, lips and mouth, just as she had related to her owner, Jack? She sucked his cock like she had never sucked one, and then he came in her mouth, gallons of it. 'Don't spill a drop Chris?' he warned her, she didn't, she took it all. Jack flopped back on the bed, Chris started to get up. 'Who told you, you could get up?' he demanded. 'I'm sorry Jack, please forgive me?' 'Kiss and lick my balls slut, you are a slut aren't you? My slut?' 'Yes sir, I will be whatever, and whoever you want me to be sir, I promise. She washed his cock and balls with all the love and care she had. 'Now get up here so I can fuck you.' He told her. 'You do want fucking don't you slut?' 'Oh yes I do sir, please, please fuck me, I need you to, you are my master sir, please fuck me anyway you want, I'm yours sir, I want you as my lover please?' she begged 'Please sir, fuck me, take me, make me yours sir, please?' she was begging. 'I'm going to fuck you in every hole, is that what you want from me slut!' he demanded. Yes, yes, yes sir, oh yes please sir.' He forced her over onto her back, and steam rollered his thick hard young cock straight up and into her boiling pussy, he fucked her so relentlessly, she fainted momentarily. Her legs and arms were tight around him, holding him in a grip, so tight, but he broke her in two with his final thrust, as he shot another load deep into her. Smiling his beautiful smile, Chris looked up at him, and knew, she knew he was the one, he was her master, Jack senior could always take her, when ever he wanted, and she hoped he would if Jack allowed it. But this would ever be her only master. Her life was complete. By the end of the week, Jack had moved her into his house, the house he shared with his mother, now he had 2 slaves, life couldn't be better. Chris was a little upset at first, but a good spanking saw to that. Jack would send his mother out most of the time, she was also a slave to a friend of Jacks, she served him well, and was well looked after. The film of her husband had been sent to him, and warned him from opening his mouth, and to accept his divorce, he did. Chris returned to work a week later, and resumed her duties. But she found it quite disconcerting at times, to have her master sat in the middle of her class, especially when he would point to his head. This was an instruction to go and change her hair style, up or down, whatever it was. Sometimes he would put 1, 2 or 3 or 4 fingers on his chest, this was an instruction to undo buttons on her blouse. If she saw him raise his knee, which was clear it was to raise her skirt and show leg. She never once disobeyed, she knew the consequences. He was showing her off, his way of letting an unaware world, that she was his, and she loved it, loved it all! Then one morning, 6 months later, when Chris was completely at ease with her role in life. It was at breakfast before college, he told her to make friends with Susan Collingwood, the unmarried beautiful and newly arrived biology teacher. 'Why sir?' she asked. 'I think she is one of you, and Jack has asked me to find him one, just like you.' He told her. Chris glowed with immense pride, she was special, and she knew it now. She approached Susan that morning, and invited her for coffee at lunch time, she seemed a bit shy to Chris, but she took that as a good sign, she didn't know how Jack had spotted whatever it was he had. But who was she to question him. They met at 12, and chatted about all sorts of things, colleges, past boyfriends, husbands, etc, she had not married, she was 26, blond hair to her shoulders, and unknowingly to her, Chris thought, as sexy as hell! It was 2 weeks later, as they became more and more friendly, and Chris was getting the feeling that Jack was right. She was reticent about her sexual preferences. Chris asked her obliquely, about her preferred choice of men. 'Oh I don't know really, strong willed men frighten me, I suppose I'm a bit weak when I'm around one. There's one here in classes, he makes me jump when he looks, or speaks to me.' she said. Chris nearly cheered, Jack would be more than pleased, she thought he had hit the nail, right on her gorgeous head, she laughed to herself. 'Really, who is that then Susan,' she asked as disinterestedly as she could. 'Jack Downs, do you know him?' she asked slowly. 'He has the mocca on me, when he talks, I stutter and stammer around him, it's scary.' She said, and giggled. 'There's something about him, he has a persona that gets me all hot and bothered.' Chris nearly collapsed with the shock, it was amazing, she was already under his spell, he could turn her at the drop of a hat, and she knew that, it would be easy for him. But it was her father who wanted a new slave, so she would be going to him. Chris took the plunge, 'Susan, I know what you are, you are exactly like me, we are 2 peas from the same pod, you're a submissive, I'm one too, and I have a master, a master who takes care of me in a way, no one ever could.' 'No!' she looked at her new friend wide eyed. 'You, you can't be, you look and act so normal Chris.' 'I am, and so do you Susan, but its true, I lead a fabulous life as a slave to him, I adore and love him with all my heart, but don't get me wrong, I have to obey him in everyway, if I don't, then I end up with a boiling hot backside, and I can't sit down for days afterwards, so be warned, okay?' 'I've been told to talk to you, and ask you if you want to meet a wonderful wonderful man, who needs you? There will be no commitment from you, not until you realise that what he has for you, is your life in his hands, I will tell you in all honesty, I was trained by him, and I still love him too, and if my master were to send me back, I would go with a heavy, but willing heart.' Chris's phone rang, she immediately stood, it was Jack, he had told her to stand at all times, if he approached her, or rang her. 'Yes sir,' she answered. 'Yes I am with her now, she is responsive, may I have another hour please sir?' 'Yes sir I will, thank you.' And she closed the phone. Susan sat there dumbstruck. 'Was that your, your mas, master?' she stuttered. 'Yes it was, he said he wants to talk to you in 1 hour, will you?' Susan sat there and pondered, I'm frightened I will be mistreated, or kidnapped, or something Chris,' she pleaded. 'You will be safer than you could be anywhere on this planet, and a damn sight happier Susan, I promise you,' Chris told her. 'Okay, I'll meet him,' she said, 'but I want you there with me or it's a no go, please Chris, will you?' He Knew Her, But She Didn't 'I'll have to ask, I don't get to make decisions, but he will listen, I promise And I promise you, you will love him, he's a bit older than us, he's 47, but he's so good at everything, you will be sad you have missed so many years, okay?' She took out her phone and told her master, she made very sure that Susan heard it all, how subservient she was, and stood as she talked, she was never sure if he was watching or not, to make sure. He told her to wait, while he called Jack senior. He rang back 10 minutes later, and Chris jumped to her feet, and astonishingly, so did Susan! Chris was impressed, and told her master that she had. 'Good,' he had replied. 'Tell her to go to Jack's house tomorrow night, Friday, at 7.30, you will be there, I won't. I don't want her to know you belong to me, until I say so, understand?' Yes sir, completely,' she whispered. 'And tell her what to wear, you know what, don't you slut?' Her heart cart wheeled. 'Yes sir, absolutely, I understand.' She said softly. You are to be at his house by 7.30 tomorrow night, okay Susan?' 'You'll be there won't you, I'm already so scared?' Susan whimpered. 'I'll be there as promised, but my master wont be, it will be just me and you, and your new life's master, don't be afraid Susan, you will be so happy, I swear.' She told her. Chris had somehow fastened onto Susan herself now, and was hoping either, or both the Jack's, would get them together for some fun, she hoped so? 'We will go shopping tomorrow afternoon, you have to be dressed just right for him, he won't be happy if you're not,' she told Susan. 'What do I have to wear for him?' she asked timidly. Chris could see she was already arming herself, for the meeting with the man that would be her new master. 'A mini skirt made from calf leather, a small but matching top, backless high heels, stockings, suspenders, no bra, no panties, and your hair down.' She looked at the blond beauty and knew she would look like heaven, and that she would bend to Jack's mind almost instantly. They left college at 1:00, and in 1 hour, they had all they needed, Chris went to her apartment with her, and they set about getting her ready, when they left at 7:00 she looked a dream, 'God she's beautiful Chris thought, Jack is going to love her!' Chris drove; she knew she would be leaving alone. When they got there Susan was a nervous wreck, they entered after knocking, walking straight in would have been a serious error on Chris's part. She led Susan in. Jack was stood waiting in the centre of the room; his presence filled it like fog. 'Chris kicked off the moment. 'Sir this is Susan, she has been told of you, and she wants to meet with you, she has listened to me, she is just like me, and she needs a strong guiding hand, to show her the way, sir,' she added. He never said anything, he just observed her, he never looked at Chris. 'Come here little one,' he murmured. Susan hesitantly stepped to him, and her head was bowed, she didn't dare look at him. He smiled then at Chris, and winked his eye, Chris's heart beat like a drum, he was happy, very happy. 'You have something missing from your life Susan, and you need to find your way, and hopefully your future,' he said to her. Susan only nodded her head; her voice was trapped in her throat. 'Would you be willing to let me show you your life and your future, Susan?' he said again. 'Yes,' she muttered. 'Yes? Yes what Susan?' he was patient. 'Er yes, er sir?' 'That's good Susan, when you are being trained this is something you will learn, but, it wont matter too much just yet. 'Thank you er sir,' she responded. Again he looked and smiled at Chris. She was so excited; she wanted to hug her new friend. 'Closer,' he said to Susan. She moved to right in front of him. 'Tell me about your boyfriend, or husband?' It was more like an instruction, than a request. 'I'm not married, er sir, and I don't have a boyfriend, I am single at the moment, erm sir.' She said weakly. 'Why?' 'I, I, I don't seem to have the time, or able to find someone suitable, er sir?' She was stuttering. 'Calm down Susan, we are here to ascertain your suitability for me, do you understand that?' 'Yes I think so, sir. She was learning. 'Good,' he said, then he pinched her nipples, and pinched them hard. It took her by complete surprise, her insides turned to liquid, and she crumpled to the floor. Chris stepped to her, but he held up a hand. She stayed where she was. Susan was in a daze; she had trembled and shivered on her way to the floor. He was so powerful, it had addled her brain. She slowly got to her feet, and faced him again, her hands together. 'You liked that didn't you Susan? Was it something you aren't used to, Hmmm?' Again she stammered and stuttered, he pinched them again, her knees buckled one more time, she reached out and held on to him. 'What do you need Susan? What are you looking for, do you need a masterful man in your life?' he asked her. 'Do you need to be protected, and cared for?' 'Do you need your life to be orderly, with a set goal, to be someone special Susan?' He pinched her nipples again, Susan wailed. 'Yes I do, oh yes I do, I really do.' 'You do what?' and pinched them again. She looked him blankly. 'What do you call me Susan,' he said strongly. She thought briefly, and then said. 'Sir, I'm sorry sir!' 'Are you ready for me Susan, can you handle being owned, belonging to a man, who will be your master. Who can and will lead you on and on. Ask Chris, what it means to be in there with all of that!' She turned and looked at Chris; Susan's face was flushed with what she thought was arousal. 'Susan, go, go there with him, you will love your life with him, I promise you, believe me Susan, I know, I really do.' Chris said. Susan turned back to him, lowered her beautiful head again, and whispered. 'Yes sir, I think I am ready, it's what I am here for, I have spent my life coming here, I know that now.' 'Take her upstairs slut,' he said to Chris, 'get her ready for me.' He ordered her. Chris took her by the hand; and led her away, 'get her ready,' he had said, what does he mean? She pondered. She told Susan to take off her skirt, and top, and stand at the edge of the bed, sideways on, feet apart, her bush was trimmed, it looked so juicy. Her body was magnificent, so stunningly sexy; he was going to be more than happy with her. Chris felt a twinge of jealousy? He entered the room, and again he filled it, 'Leave slut,' he told Chris. Susan looked wildly at her, fear on her lovely face. He saw it, and comforted her. 'Don't despair little one, you are safe, I assure you.' He murmured, he was loving this, already he couldn't wait to fuck her. Chris smiled at her and left. 'Now Susan, come here to me.' He told her to get on her knees; he pulled his top of, to reveal his hard muscular body. 'Now undo me,' he told her. Her life change was underway. His pants fell to the floor. 'Look at me Susan.' She raised her lovely head, and found herself looking at his fully erect, and powerful prick, it mesmerised her. 'Kiss it,' he ordered her. She did so. 'Lick it.' She did so. 'Suck it.' She did so, his prick disappeared into her hot pouty mouth. He took her head in his hands, and guided her, when he was getting close; he pulled out, and told her to get on the bed, on her back, arms and legs spread. It was a test to see if she was a willing girl, she was, and she did. His own temperature was high, but under control once more. He mounted her, drove his solid prick into her, and began an onslaught on her pussy that she had never experienced. No one had ever fucked her this hard, it turned her inside out, and she was helpless to resist him. Her arms and legs lifted, he slapped them away, 'I will tell you what you can do Susan, understand me?' it was another test. She obeyed with an almighty struggle. He fucked at her and forced out of her a monumental orgasm, it ravaged her, this was it, she suddenly thought. 'This is me, I'm here, I'm home,' she said without realising she was speaking. Jack grinned, and then flipped her over, rose at her side, and he spanked her, she put her hands behind to protect herself, again he slapped them away. He beat her hard and long, she wept, with pain, and then that unerring feeling of satisfaction, she was happy, he was hurting her yes, but she knew it was for her good, she decided to love it, she did. She actually had an orgasm that came unbidden, un seen, and unexpected, she flooded the bed. Jack couldn't have been happier. 'Chris!' he hollered, Chris scampered into the room, she had been listening, and was so turned on. 'Wank me over her face,' he ordered her. She got to work, and in moments he shot his load everywhere over her. 'Get her in the shower, and clean her up, and oh, you can have some fun too for a few minutes, okay?' 'Yes sir, thank you sir,' she rejoiced. Chris took her on very wobbly legs, and soon she had Susan gasping as she played her clit like a violin, her fingers were the bow. Chris had never kissed another woman, but she did now, she loved it, but was worried what her own master would do or say. Susan gagged as another orgasm hit her. Chris needed to cum now, and cum badly. 'Out!' Jack bellowed. She nearly cried with frustration, how do they know, how do they do it? She asked herself. She hurriedly got them both out, dried and presentable. 'Come here, now,' was their order. 'Do you need to be fucked slut?' he asked Chris. Her heart missed several beats, he knew, he had her, she could only bow her own beautiful head, and nod. 'Here,' and he threw a strap on dildo at Susan, 'put it on and fuck her.' Susan looked aghast. 'Now!' was all he said. She did, and Chris got on the bed, head down, backside up, knees spread. Susan fitted it, got behind Chris, and looked at Jack. 'Do it!' and he pointed at her pussy. She plunged it into Chris's already hot boiling pussy, and she came instantly. She howled in her orgasm. Susan loved it; Chris had controlled her totally in the shower, and now sir, sir? Had turned the tables for her, she was making Chris howl, and orgasm, she also orgasmed because of it, then they both fell down onto the bed. 'When they came round, he was sat in a chair. 'Slut,' he said, pointing at Chris, 'go home to your master, leave Susan with me, you do want to stay don't you Susan?' he asked her. Susan turned her gorgeous tousled head to him, and a smile spread on her face. 'Oh yes sir, I think I do?' 'Well now, don't you think you had better ask me if you can, you slut?' he said forcefully. Susan's smile vanished; she had got this bit wrong. 'I'm sorry sir, please may I stay with you here, I'll be good, I swear sir?' 'Yes Susan you may, you're training has started, you will never disobey me, in private you will always call me sir, or master, you will stand when I call, or speak to you at all time's, do you understand me?' 'Yes sir, I do sir.' She replied, and jumped to her feet. Chris left, and Jack took his brand new beautiful slave to bed, they made love, he gave her everything, and in return, by the morning light, Susan knew this was her new life, she would never return to her old one. The following morning, Chris and her master arrived as arranged. Susan was a stunned as she could ever have been. Her stammer returned with a vengeance. Her master left her with him, and took Chris away. 'Down!' he ordered her. For a reason unknown to her she did, she was on her knees in a moment. He pulled his prick from his pants, and pushed it at her, 'suck it slut!' He commanded. She did, and he came in her mouth. 'That was the final piece we needed,' he said to her, he was smiling. Susan felt nothing but gratitude, if he was happy, then her new master would be too. Susan was taken to the club that Jack had taken Chris to, she was subjected to the same treatment, the big black man at the bar made her cum all over. And the tall voluptuous African woman did her the same way, she had never sucked black pussy, but she earned her wings that night. In the 2 years since, they got shared between their two masters, they were only too happy to serve them, and in college, both were aware, and obeyed the orders of Jack. Neither one of them could not have been happier; but they were regularly punished, but never had any bruises, none that could be seen anyway. They got sent to people both Jacks knew, and served them, and sometimes it was a few weeks before they were sent back. But their lives have gone full circle, they love their men. Chris and Susan have formed an unbreakable love between them. That is only surpassed by the love they have for Jack, and Jack. And now both were pregnant. Being a slave is all they ever want to do, and be.